all in a day’s work, L-lestappen anon, so just for you and blorbo, imagine this… (taking inspo from our lord and saviour findae from here, if that’s okay!) also this is very crazy, long, and bad because i’m a miserable human being who can’t do anything but angst/comfort
lorenzo single (girldad, because duh) father and stocky-thighed, loudmouthed max who’s born to be a stepfather, i mean have you seen him with penelope? anyways it’s the british GP. lorenzo is proud brother turned father of of arthur, who wins the feature race there, the same weekend carlos wins his first grand prix, like ever. (but this time carlos isn’t looking for max, this isn’t toro rosso, they’re not those guys anymore—he’s looking for charles.)
anyways…max has what could be considered his worst performance of the season so far that wasn’t a DNF…and comforting girldad lorenzo is just right there…visiting with his little girl who probably thinks max personally put the moon in the sky…lorenzo’s just like “si, bambina, this is max!” and max is just like oh my god she’s just so—she’s already halfway up his hip and he’s grinning, he’s forgetting about his disaster of a performance. she’s already taking his hat that, before, seemed stapled to his head.
night falls and she’s still there, sleepy and stuck to him like glue—which allows loronzo, who’s usually so, so, serious, to have a drink or two, nothing serious, just bubbly, but he’s laughing anyway and his cheeks are red. he’s shimmies up to max, pressing his pretty lips to his ear and he’s like “i haven’t seen charles anywhere!” and max’s face is thunder, just for a moment. so lorenzo’s just like ok whatever i’m pretending like i didn’t see that give me daughter back! but max is like no bro she’s just sooooooo cute i can’t! and they go back and forth until lorenzo, the mature one of the two, is like you know what i’m going back to the motorhome she needs sleep and idgaf if you’re coming or not she’s going, now. so they both go, waking slowly under the lights as to not wake her. something something they put her to rest and it’s just quiet, everything is muffled. lorenzo’s not exactly looking at him while he’s stroking her hair—jet black like his, curlier though—he’s not saying anything either, he’s just sighing and telling her he loves her.
anyways, after, when they’re outside in the cold, lorenzo, not trying to pry is like, ever so softly “you and charles…?” but max isn’t having it he’s just like doesn’t matter, your daughter is so cute did you know that? he’s trying to think about literally anything else and he doesn’t even understand why instead of looking over lorenzo’s head (he’s much shorter) so he doesn’t have to look him in the eyes, he’s looking at his mouth. he doesn’t really get why he feels like he’s on a podium, doesn’t really get why lorenzo’s looking at him like he’s saying i know what it feels like to be first place but somehow second best.
but max is just so closed off, he’s 24, he’s angry, he’s young, he’s like “you wouldn’t ever understand.” yet lorenzo is so kind, he’s patient, and his slender hands are on his shoulders, on the thin fireproofs. his hands are circling his throat, just massaging the bump of bone right there, so soft and gentle and comforting max almost feels like crying. he just wants to bury himself in his neck, smell the warm sandalwood and ylang-ylang, and pray that everything just stops, that they can just sit there for a moment and he can be just max, who has lorenzo’s fingers around his neck—no names tied to it. no verstappen, no leclerc, with no charles, or carlos, or even danny or anybody, just those two.
just two fingers massaging his throat, dark, glistening eyes looking up at him, eyes that tell him it’s okay, i know, i know how this feels. better luck next time? and maybe max is reading this wrong because what exactly does lorenzo know about being second place? but he doesn’t really find the time to care because he feels a shaven cheek, because a mouth is touching his cheek !!!, ever so gently as usual. whatever as usual is—but then again he doesn’t really actually care to think about that becuase he’s decided to replace cheek with mouth, and mouth to mouth he tastes bubbly and…mint…? it doesn’t really matter anyway because his mouth is just so sweet, so intoxicating. max wonders stupidly if you can get drunk off a person and the alcohol in their mouth, and decides that today is the day to find out.
—lorenzo anon x
thank you for sending me the first half after i fucked up!
i genuinely feel unqualified for such a wonderful GIFT in my inbox this is like the 💌💌💌 materialised?????? please post this...... we don't have a single L-lestappen on ao3 and you could be the first 🥺🥺🥺
SCREAMING GIRLDAD LORENZO AHHHHHHHHH 5)8.gahahf this is so Tender??? and so gentle??? ofc the babby is naturally drawn to max
(carlos isn't looking for him anymore they aren't in toro rosso.) Damn go off, you said versainz found DEAD 💀 I respect it... charlos lives
SI BAMBINA THIS IS MAX I CHOKED UP 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Charl and Max clearly have Something going on which I'm very 👀👀👀 about..... the thunderous look
max doing the max thing where he makes any small talk to talk to a leclerc hahhdjd he's got a CRUSH 🥺
max you big fucking idiot you think lorenzo LORENZO WHO HAD TO GIVE UP HIS KARTING CAREER TO AFFORD HIS BROTHERS DOESNT KNOW ABOUT BEING SECOND BEST????????? Ahhhhh screaming..... max being taken care of and being treated tenderly is literally my kryptonite like no offence I've fainted
the whole? stroking his neck?? and then the cheek to mouth kiss?)l? OP how does it feel to invent ROMANCE cause you did it you distilled it into one perfect moment. no leclerc no verstappen no one else just them as they are. im so feral
i actually need them together in slowburn but also immediately girldad Lorenzo and the WDC all too in his head needing someone who shakes him out of it, who is older and wiser and understand and it just happens to be his biggest rival's older brother. Screaming. Perfect. sobbing.
single parent au (either one of them!) for maxiel❤️
im really charmed by the idea of max adopting a girl (HE IS SUCH A GIRLDAD), and then daniel like. being uncle daniel for a few years after he finds out, and he then gets really nervous about starting up a thing with max again (they had a relationship while they were both in f1 - maybe red bull - but it fell apart... they were both too immature-competitive-something something right person wrong time) and he would date max again, but it's different with a kid and he doesn't want to break up with max AND effectively his daughter and make her sad. so he just hangs out with them a lot. (obviously they get back together)
max gets really nervous about everything being child-proofed and daniel has to chill him out (kids will be kids they'll get scrapes and bruises and you can't protect them from everything)
i think they don't tell her about their careers/being drivers until she asks about it or finds out because someone else tells her-- not maliciously but like. it's weird to brag to your kid. but then when she does find out 100% she's very excited by it (in that way when you find out that your parents were fun once upon a time) and watches max verstappen top 10 overtakes on youtube or something
max would be a very efficient and successful parent. he would read so many parenting books, and go to those silly classes, i fully believe this. he would also take so many bad photos, he just pulls out his phone in the moment when he thinks "i want to remember this" and he doesn't frame it or pose anything, he has a photo album full of half blurry photos of her
max having to go to... an event or something for work and leaving her with daniel (when they aren't dating yet) and he prints out a whole book of pages of scenarios and "what to do if-" things. daniel does not read it, because he knows how to take care of a kid. he takes her to the beach and then gets really angry at the paparazzi who he can see kind of lurking to get a picture, and bundles her up in his hoodie (enchante merch) so they can't see her face but its also really cute in the photos they do release (once you get past the privacy violation)
max is streaming and olivia just starts putting like hair clips in his hair and doing him hair styles and putting on some kids makeup on his faces😂😂 this is so girldad
Daddy's Girl ┃MV1
So so cute this request!!🥲💗
It was a Saturday afternoon and Max was at home with his wife and daughter Olivia. Max, being on a vacation from the world of f1, was enjoying some time off, so that day he had decided to do a live on Twitch since he hadn't done one in a while.
While Max played concentratedly on the virtual track with his friends, the chat was filled with comments. Suddenly, the sound of small footsteps echoed in Max's room. Olivia, with her small pink backpack with the Disney princesses logo, made her triumphant entrance.
Viewers couldn't believe their eyes when Olivia appeared on screen. Max, still focused on the race, seemed taken aback when he heard the rustle of her small backpack.
Out of nowhere, Olivia pulled out a Barbie makeup set, complete with a variety of bright and colorful colors along with butterfly and flower clips. With the confidence of a professional makeup artist, she approached her unsuspecting father, who was still competing against his friends.
While she laughed with joy, Max played along, pretending to be a serious player with a new hair and matching makeup.
She delicately applied brightly colored makeup along with small sparkles in his eyes, creating a masterpiece on his father's face, much to the delight of the viewers.
''Daddy smile to put you pink blush''
''Like this?'' Max said without taking his eyes off the screen.
''Yes''
Just before finishing her work she told her father to put on ''duck lips'', Max not knowing what that meant took a quick look at what his daughter was trying to say before copying her action to put lip gloss on him.
"You look bonita, papa!" Olivia exclaimed, using her limited Spanish vocabulary she had picked up from her mom.
''Thank you very much angel , all this thanks to you''
Before Olivia left she could hear her uncle Lando tell her father "Max, you've never looked more handsome mate!", clearly mocking him but with Olivia's innocence, she happily approached her father, grabbed the small microphone and said with a loud voice ''Uncle Lando, you will be my next client!''
''Of course he will, angel'' Max responded, laughing with his little girl.
hi auds bear!! dunno if you saw charles' insta story of his new sky ad but now begging for a 2k celebration blurb of dad!charles <3
misspelled – cl16
genre: fluff, 2k celebration, girldad!charles
“It’s L-E-S, love.” He points to the piece of paper peppered with doodles. “Go ahead for me.”
The sun is high and sweltering, with noontime March heat, but still Charles is undeterred in his quest to get your daughter to spell his name properly. The evening prior, you’d presented him with a welcome home card signed by her, and addressed to Daddy Charlse—cue the Leclerc dramatics.
He’d pressed about a thousand kisses to her tiny face, thanking her over and over and keeping the card in his bag so they could cook dinner together. But once the pasta was finished and the toothbrush jingle was sang (twice) and he’d stowed her off to bed (three storybooks later), he padded over to your bed and sighed lowly, stopping just shy of the foot of it. Already you’d sensed his incoming anxious complaint.
It comes. “So. Charl-s-e.”
“She’s four, honey.” You’d shut your book softly, smiling. “She spells her grandmum’s name as Packal.”
“It’s because I’m always out for work, isn’t it?” He climbed into bed beside you, perching his chin on your stomach. “And this is also because Max keeps insisting he babysit, sweetie. I swear, he’s brainwashing my baby girl.”
You laughed; the vibration extended into him and he smiled fondly at your reaction. “Charles, it’s nothing. They’re working on spelling at school, you know—she’s got a few words she gets wrong sometimes, the same ones. But she’s learning.”
“Charl-s-e,” he’d repeated sullenly. “Charl-seh.”
“If it matters that much, why don’t you try teaching her tomorrow?” You swept your hand through his hair, mouth in a half-smile. “Make an afternoon of it.”
He’d taken your advice very seriously—woken up a bit earlier, cooked them both pancakes (and you French toast, as always) and led her into the yard for some daddy-daughter time. “If you’re thirsty, I made lemonade,” you sing-song from the patio door. “You two’ve been at it for a bit.”
There are scrapped pieces of paper with his name misspelled on most of them—there is the occasional success, though you’re guessing Charles wants just one more—and drawings of your family all over them. You already sense the influx of pictures Charles has on his phone, of these drawings and cards he always posts on his Instagram or sends to you.
At your announcement, Julia looks up, green eyes piqued with interest, grip on the red crayon loosening. But her father’s faster, gently coaxing her back into the mini lawn chair that sits on the yard. She nods along his careful instructions, writing slowly, sun filtering through her light brown hair.
You get short moments of reprieve like this during the season. It’s rare for Charles to visit if he’s in the thick of it—most of the time you travel to a different city to see him, Julia going from your hip to his arms in seconds once he spots the two of you. But this moment is irreplaceable: the sunrays on the grass, the lemonade waiting to be drank, the pieces of paper with Mommy and Papa, bunchfuls of grapes on the patio table.
He tries again. “Come on, love. C-H-A…”
She bounds into the kitchen five minutes clutching a final paper, which she shows you with a sun-tinged face of pride. CHARLSE, it reads still. You pour her a glass, wait for Charles to finish packing up the rest of the art materials Julia was too excited to do herself; he comes in a bit sweaty from the sun asking to see the card.
You hand him a glass and press a kiss to his cheek. “Still S-E,” you say, both of you reading over the various scribbles.
“I don’t care.” He pauses. “You see this?” He points to the lower part of the page.
Best Daddy Ever is written on it in wild vivid colors. You beam, love bubbling up in your chest overwhelmingly. He takes it from you and tacks it onto on the fridge, smiling. “She wrote that. I couldn’t have asked for a better card.”
so according to people on here, f1 posting p isn’t okay but when f1 post about hulk & kmags daughters it’s fine? i don’t understand your issues with a girl having a male parental figure in her life that isn’t her dad, like nice for you you’re parents are together but that ain’t the same for everyone else in the world 💀
i mean if your logic is that max can’t be a “step dad” or “girldad” without him and kelly being married, does that mean that my parents who were never married can’t actually be my parents? 🤔