#dad!carlos

[wondergirlsthings]

The Cursed Ferrari Cap

Carlos Sainz x Wife!Reader

The paddock was already chaos on a race weekend — cameras flashing, fans screaming, engineers darting back and forth. But today, the chaos wasn’t coming from the teams. It was coming from a five-year-old girl with curls bouncing behind her as she ran, clutching a faded red Ferrari cap almost twice the size of her head.

Lucía Sainz — daughter of Carlos Sainz and YN — had made it her life’s mission to share her dad’s “good luck hat” with every driver she saw. The problem? Every driver she gave it to had ended up crashing or spinning in the last three races.

And yet, somehow, she hadn’t figured it out.

The Cap

“Lucía, cariño,” Carlos sighed, jogging after his daughter as she darted between reporters. “Don’t give that to anyone else, okay?”

“But Papa, it’s your hat!” Lucía beamed, holding up the old Ferrari cap — the exact one Carlos had worn back in his Ferrari days. The brim was bent, the logo faded, but she treated it like treasure. “It makes people fast!”

YN followed behind them, hiding her smile behind oversized sunglasses. “Fast into the wall, maybe,” she muttered to Carlos, who groaned.

“Not helping, mi amor,” he whispered.

Victim #1: Charles Leclerc

Lucía spotted a familiar figure in red walking toward them. “Uncle Charl!” she squealed, bolting toward Leclerc before Carlos could stop her.

Charles bent down with a grin — until he saw the hat. His smile faltered. “Oh… not that one.”

“It’s lucky!” Lucía insisted, shoving it at him.

“Last time you gave me that, I crashed,” Charles whispered to Carlos as he reluctantly took it. “In Monaco. Remember Monaco?”

Carlos winced. “I remember.”

But Charles couldn’t say no to Lucía. He put the cap on, smiled for her picture, and two hours later crashed out in Q2.

Victim #2: Lando Norris

By the next weekend, the paddock knew the legend of The Cursed Ferrari Cap. It didn’t stop Lucía.

“Papa, look! The boy with the funny hair!” she squealed, pointing at Lando Norris.

Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lucía, please—”

Too late. She was already offering him the hat.

Lando crouched to her level, grinning. “Lucky hat for me?”

“Yes! You’ll win!”

He popped it on his head, posing dramatically. “How do I look?”

“Cursed,” Charles muttered from nearby.

Lando laughed — until the next day when he spun into the barriers mid-race.

Victim #3: George Russell

At this point, half the grid was actively avoiding her. Drivers would duck behind motorhomes when they spotted the small girl with the big red hat.

Lucía, oblivious, marched straight to George Russell next. “Good luck hat!”

George hesitated. “Er… I’ve heard stories about this hat.”

“It’s lucky!” Lucía insisted, thrusting it up at him.

Carlos shot him an apologetic look. “You don’t have to—”

George sighed, crouched, and touched the brim for half a second. “There. Happy?”

Lucía squealed in delight.

George spun out in Turn 4 the next morning.

The Paddock Panics

By now, the superstition had taken on a life of its own. Reporters whispered about “The Tiny Grim Reaper of F1.” Memes flooded Twitter — photoshops of Lucía holding the cap like a weapon, captions like “Hide your lap times.”

Drivers scrambled when they saw her coming. Oscar Piastri climbed a tire stack to escape. Pierre Gasly bribed her with candy to “save” him. Even Toto Wolff was caught ducking behind the Mercedes motorhome muttering, “I do not mess with child voodoo.”

YN found it hilarious. “I can’t believe our daughter is haunting the grid.”

Carlos buried his face in his hands. “I can’t believe I married someone who finds this funny.”

The Chase

“Papa, why is everyone running away from me?” Lucía asked one afternoon, confused as Max Verstappen bolted down the paddock walkway the moment he spotted her.

“They’re just shy, princesa,” Carlos lied.

“Of my hat?”

“…Yes.”

“Because it’s super lucky?”

“…Exactly.”

Lucía grinned. “Then I’ll find them all!”

And before Carlos could react, she took off again, screaming, “GOOD LUCK HAT! WHO WANTS IT?!” as the entire paddock scattered in panic.

Carlos’ Breaking Point

Later that evening, Carlos scooped Lucía into his arms, exasperated. “No more, mi vida. No more giving the hat.”

“But Papa!” she whined. “It’s good luck!”

“For everyone else? No.” He sighed. “They are all terrified of you.”

YN stifled a laugh, leaning against the wall. “She’s not wrong — technically it’s good luck. For Carlos’ championship, at least. Every crash helps him move up.”

“YN!” Carlos glared. “You are not helping!”

The Plan

Race day came, and Carlos had an idea.

“Okay, princesa,” he said gently, crouching to her height. “Today… you give the hat to me. Only me. No one else, okay?”

Lucía gasped. “You want good luck too?”

“Yes. Papa needs it.”

She solemnly placed the oversized Ferrari cap on his head. It sat crooked, the brim nearly covering his eyes. Cameras clicked furiously — the image of Carlos Sainz in his old Ferrari cap, daughter giggling beside him, instantly iconic.

“You’ll win now,” Lucía whispered.

YN kissed Carlos’ cheek. “Break the curse, Sainz.”

The Result

Carlos didn’t win. But he finished P3 — his first podium in months. As he lifted Lucía onto the podium during celebrations, the crowd roared, chanting her name. Lucía clapped her hands over her ears and giggled, proudly clutching the Ferrari cap.

“See, Papa?” she said, hugging his neck as confetti rained down. “Told you. Lucky.”

Carlos laughed, holding her close. “Maybe you were right all along, princesa.”

YN stood below the podium, phone out, filming as the other drivers cautiously kept their distance from the cap — just in case.

Aftermath

The curse was never officially confirmed. But weeks later, when Carlos needed a bit of luck, Lucía would appear in the garage, cap in hand.

And every time she walked through the paddock holding it high, grown men in multi-million-dollar race cars scattered like pigeons.

Just the way she liked it.

Twitter

@f1tea: WHY IS EVERYONE RUNNING FROM CARLOS’ DAUGHTER LMAOOO 😭 #CursedCap

@grid.gossip: three crashes. three drivers. one tiny girl. the math ain’t mathing.

@charles.16: “i love lucía but keep that hat away from me” — charles leclerc, probably

@formula1: Carlos Sainz podium + Lucía Sainz = wholesome chaos

This was Requested.🫶🏼

[lunaekalenda]

Carlos and his family spend the day at the beach! (reader is referred as mamāe and femenine way!)

"we are going to the beach!." your daughter looks at you from her dad's arms, smiling lovingly. her ponytails, unruly and dark, frame that silly smile with missing teeth, dark squinting eyes and marked freckles after playing in the sun. you get closer to her and kiss her forehead.

"you have to go get changed first. once there, remember to put sun cream every hour, and if you stop playing with a toy, put it back on your backpack. be careful and wait always for daddy to go swim with you." she nods energetic. your husband nods as well, even when he wasn't really paying attention. he puts your daughter on the floor so she can go get changed. on a near crib, he checks the baby is still sleeping, and smiles when he does.

"i'm afraid he inherited your sleeping problem. took me a whole damn hour to put him to sleep. and yet he's so peaceful now." he takes his dark eyes to you. "exactly like you."

"you don't put me to sleep." you answer. he raises a brow slowly before getting closer, in tiny steps. it calls your attention: your husband is a big, really big man, and yet he moves so silently. probably training. but none of you wanna think about his past. he opens his arms and welcomes you between them, kissing the top of your head when you arrive. you feel safe with him, safer than you've ever felt, and you can't thank him enough for that. "she's like you. kind, loving, carefree. she's always willing to help. and she has no fear." he laughs, and his chest vibrates against your body. his hands start a long caress up and down your sides, and his curly hair - only contained by a thin headband- bounces when he throws his head back slightly.

"she knows papa will be there for her." his affirmation makes you smile. he hugs you tighter. "i will never let anything happen to them. or you." he kisses your head again, longer this time. "you're... i never thought i would be happy after the incident, you know?" you caress his back while he takes a long breath. "it was ass, it was traumatic and i couldn't sleep properly at night." you know that. you've felt him awake at high hours at night, and you've let him cry on your arms. you've caressed him back to sleep, you've shared a cup of tea while listening to him, you've kissed his scars, the ones in his body and the ones in his mind. "you were a crucial part of my saving and i don't think i'll thank you enough. you give me happiness, you bring me comfort, you make me feel safe, and loved. and you gifted me our children. i don't think i'll be able to say enough thanks in my lifetime." he feels your tears against his t-shirt, and he even feels his in the corner of his eyes. he's quick to lighten the mood. "tho, on the kids... it kinda shows who put more effort that night. they're copies of me." you laugh between sobs, taking your face out of his hest and hitting your husband's shoulder jokingly. "i love you." he whispers, dark eyes fixed on yours. he kisses the tip of your nose.

"i love you." you answer. before he can kiss you, your visibly angry daughter opens the door, her cute siren swimsuit and her funny floating sleeves are too big for her tiny arms.

"this things won't stay still." she pouts. her ponytails move gracefully while getting closer to her dad. "papai, fix hem for me."

the only thought you get with this scene is shared with your husband in low voice "she's definitely an Oliveira." he laughs, parting, and you smile when he kneels in front of her, taking the sleeve up and inflating it to the top. once he's done, he takes her in his arms, and geting closer for another kiss, he speaks. "you sure you don't want me to stay with him?" you shake your head.

"she'll start a war if you dare to part ways with her. i'll join when he's awake, yeah?" he nods before kissing you again, with a "papai, you kiss her everyday, and we're not gonna be at the beach forever!!" as background. Carlos smiles widely before leaving, with her between his arms.

when you join, later, your husband sunbathes near your sleeping daughter, covered in towels and with a dry swimsuit. you smile, sitting by his side.

"she fell asleep afterher snack." he snorts. "took half her yogurth with her eyes closed." the baby finds a way to sit on top of your husband's chest, talking nonsense to him. "hey, buddy. you got a really nice nap, didn't you?" the baby laughs and you take a look to your daughter, who opened an eye. leaving both dad and son entangled in a philosophic conversation, you lie down near your daughter, who snuggles aainst your body.

"did you had fun with papai, baby?" you ask. she nods slowly, half asleep, half awake.

"it was very fun. the girls from he towels next to us wanted to help us! they said all the time how handsome and nice papai was." you feel your eye tickling. taking a look to the side, some girls take selfies on the beach. "they said papai had a really nice hair. they didn't help me a lot tho, kinda liars, papai said." she yawns. "but don't worry mamāe, i told them you also tell that to him everyday. and that he tells you that too! they were very happy to know. they didn't help anymore though." she starts to close her eyes before finishing her gossip, and even when you wanna hear, you let her rest against you. you feel your husband sitting near, with the baby hanging from his arm. he smiles.

"mom daughter bonding time?" he whispers.

"kinda." you answer. "she was telling me about those girls." Carlos laughs in high voice. he gets closer, kissing your shoulder.

"they have good taste, indeed. luckily, i'm already the official snack bag, full-time lifeguard, floatie inflator and caring husband for my incredible partner." you laugh, and he speaks again. "i think they caught the idea while helping with the sand castle, when your daughter told them she was he princess on papai's kingdom, where there was an even more powerful queen above him." both of you share a smile before he cracks laughing. you join him, and your baby tries to do too, babbling against his dad's chest. you snort quietly, trying to not wake up your daughter. "she knows i'm an only one-woman man."

"she has to see us kiss and hug everytime we find the opportunity, and she's even starting to get annoyed by it." Carlos hums. "papai, don't kiss! i'm here, iugh" you try to imitate her.

"she'll have to endure, i fear." he whispers, getting closer. his lips meet yours in a loving, sweet caress. his kiss is slow, and tender. he parts quickly with a smile. he brushes his nose against yours lovingly before kissing your forehead. "because i'm not planning to stop anytime soon."

[thisismeracing]

Ok if we’re going to talk about dads, let’s talk about Carlos (you know why lol)

I’m picturing the scene as you just had your baby and watched him tear up when they put the little bean in his arms and get so excited when they suggested skin to skin bonding (you’ve never seen him whip his shirt off so fast, not for anything in the world) but you’re wiped so you end up taking a little nap

when you wake up, he’s having what seems to be a very in depth conversation with your baby, telling them “so, yeah, your mami is a warrior, she grew you pretty much all by herself, I just helped one day, but you know her already, you know how great she is, and now you’re looking at me like ‘who’s this guy?’ but I promise i already love you more than the whole world” and you just absolutely melt

omggggggggggg YES!!!!

The way he would talk in Spanish with your baby every time, so much it became their thing. You weren't even surprised when the baby's first word was in Spanish.

This last scene *crying into my hands* it would probably happen in the middle of the night, you're exhausted, and the baby just woke up, they weren't hungry, just something disturbed their sleep, and so Carlos was quick to get up and bring the little one to bed, assuring you he had it all under control, so you turn around and fall asleep again, only to wake up with this scene. The baby, who only now started to hold their neck, was looking at their dad with all the attention in the world, big chocolate eyes like his, just going around his face and listening to everything. They even graced Carlos with one smile, to which he cooed and kissed their chubby cheeks.

[diorleclerc]

Imagine🥺 being in a established relationship with Carlos and you guys fall pregnant the first baby of the (younger generation) of F1 and he makes it a habit of taking to your bumb and I just know lando will be constantly asking about you and too see pictures of the squid lol

he’d be such a great dad 🥺

whether it’s a planned pregnancy or not, he’s super excited when you find out

“i’m gonna be a dad?”

wants to tell everyone immediately

and you have to convince him to wait until after your first doctor’s appointment

when he does finally tell everyone though, they’re all so excited for the both of you

lando and charles would fight to be the baby’s god father

“honestly i don’t trust either one of you being my child’s god father…”

“can you at least name it after me then?”

“lando, you just called my baby an it… the answer is a hard no.”

omg when you start showing he becomes obsessed with your baby bump

loves your bump sooooo much

always has his hands on it and kissing it

and he loves talking to your bump too

when the doctor’s tell you that the baby is at the stage where they start to be able to hear, he gets so excited

always talks to your baby bump before he goes to sleep each night

and if he’s away for a race, he’ll call you and have you put the call on speaker so he can still talk to the baby

lots of “your mommy and i can’t wait to meet you” and “i can’t wait to hold you in my arms”

he already hated being away from you before you were pregnant

so now he hated it even more

he wanted to spend every second with you so he didn’t miss anything

he probably missed the first time your baby kicked :(

he definitely asks you for bump updates every day when he’s away

idk if it’s just me but he gives off boy dad energy

and when you find out the gender of your baby, he immediately wants to name it after him

“we’re naming him carlos jr. jr.”

“you mean carlos the third…”

“is that a yes? 😃”

“…no.”

i just know that lando would constantly be asking to see your baby

asking carlos during race weekends if you’d be coming with the baby

he probably buys the baby a bunch of those onesies with the cheesy captions on them

and he’s definitely trying to make the baby’s first words be “lando” instead of mama or dada

baby sainz’s first words end up being mama though

omg he loves spoiling his son so much though

will buy every toy he sees

“babe, he’s nine months old. what is he gonna do with a remote control car?”

“he can always play with it when he’s a little older! i’m just stocking up on the best toys for him now!”

your son definitely becomes a mini carlos

he’s exactly like his dad

and carlos loves it so much

always calling him his twin 🥺

ugh he’s just an amazingggg dad

[lovecanyon]

next ig blurbs!

dad!charles

dad!carlos

Voting ended onJan 23, 2024

[wondergirlsthings]

Bubble Wrap, But Make It Love

Carlos Sainz x Pregnant!Reader

Carlos was hovering again.

You caught him in the mirror as you tried to bend slightly to reach your boots. His arms were crossed, brows furrowed, lips pursed like he was watching someone disarm a bomb. You wiggled your foot into the boot and glanced at him.

"You're doing the look again," you said, half-laughing.

"What look?" he asked, coming closer immediately. "I'm just watching."

"You're hovering."

"I'm not—" He paused as you stood up and made a small grunt of effort. Immediately, he placed a hand under your elbow and the other around your lower back like you might collapse at any moment. "Okay, maybe I’m hovering a little. But you’re six months pregnant and trying to put on boots without sitting. That’s dangerous."

You blinked at him. "Carlos, I’m pregnant, not fragile."

His eyes softened, but he didn’t budge. "Mi amor, you’re both. Pregnant and fragile. In fact, I should be doing everything. Why are we even going to this brunch? We could stay home. I’ll cook. Or order. Or make Lando cook."

You smirked. "You hate Lando's cooking."

"I’d rather eat whatever disaster he makes than have you slip on ice or walk too far."

You turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your belly gently against him. His hands automatically moved to cradle the bump.

"Carlos. You are very cute when you worry, but I’m okay. The baby’s okay. We’re just going to brunch with your parents. Not running a Grand Prix."

"But what if you get tired? What if the baby kicks too hard and you get dizzy? What if the sun is too bright and—"

"Are you listing hypothetical threats now?"

"Sí."

You laughed and kissed his cheek. "You're going to be the dad who brings an emergency backpack to the park, aren’t you?"

"I already bought two. One for the car and one for home."

You melted a little at that. "God, I love you."

"And I love you, which is why I will not be letting go of your hand for more than ten seconds today. Deal?"

"Deal," you said, reaching for your coat.

He beat you to it, of course, helping you slide your arms in like you were royalty. And as he tied your scarf, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he whispered, “You’re carrying the most important thing in my world. I’m allowed to be a little over-the-top.”

You rested your forehead against his.

"Okay, but if you try to stop me from eating second dessert again, I will stage a rebellion."

Carlos chuckled. “No chance. The baby gets whatever the baby wants.”

This was Requested.🫶🏼

[thisismeracing]

Omg we have to keep going with dad!Carlos

you guys decide to raise your kids totally bilingual so, even though you’re fluent in Spanish, you speak English to them almost exclusively and he’s almost entirely in Spanish - you guys have a policy that you’ll both drop into whatever language your kid comes up to you speaking when they want to have a conversation with you both at the same time

so I’m picturing your son being five or six and your daughter being probably three and she’s the most daddy’s girl ever (which Carlos is obsessed with) so she tells him all her secrets in Spanish, thinking that you don’t understand, and you’re just giggling because it’s mostly stuff like “¡Papi! ¿Recuerda la vez que comimos helado para el almuerzo?”

“Sí, palomita, ¿en Mónaco?”

“¡Sí! ¿Lo podríamos tener hoy?”

“Pues, no hoy, pero si estás muy amable y muy cooperativo con tu mami, posiblemente en la carrera próxima, ¿sí?”

He gives you a big wink and blows you a kiss that you dramatically pretend to catch in your hand and put to your heart as your daughter comes careening into your legs for a big hug and your son just goes “Ugh, gross, Papi! Gaby, you know Mami understands you when you speak Spanish, right?”

to which you give him a look as you’re running your fingers through her dark curls and say “Julián, be nice to your sister” and Carlos just laughs

aaaaaaaaaaa omg omg *gently crying into my hands*

gaby the biggest daddy's girl and julian the biggest mommy's boy. Both with Carlos' big brown eyes and dark hair

dad!carlos is now living rent-free in my head, thank you, K hahaha

[diorleclerc]

Could you possibly write something on Carlos Sainz, a breakfast scenario, w/your guys' child maybe x

you wake up to an empty bed, your daughter and husband both nowhere to be seen, but you could hear little giggles and laughter coming from downstairs.

you head down and see both of them wearing matching aprons, you daughter sitting on the counter while carlos mixed the pancake batter by her side.

“and what are my two little chefs cooking up?”

at the sound of your voice, they both turn to the entryway to see you with a very amused look on your face.

“mommy! we were supposed to surprise you!” your daughter exclaims. “aw, i’m sorry i ruined the surprise. but you guys sounded like you were having so much fun and i didn’t wanna be left out,” you say, going over to give her a lkiss on her forehead.

“and where’s my good morning kiss?” your husband speaks up. “be patient,” you giggle before pecking his lips quickly.

“so what’re we making?” you ask. “oh no. we are the ones cooking. you don’t get to do any of the work,” carlos shakes his head, leading you to the dining table so you could just watch them.

“oh come on. i’m already here. let me help,” you say but they both shake their heads. “nope! you’re not allowed to help mommy!” your daughter exclaims.

you sit and watch as the two of them mixed the batter, carlos instructing her on what to do for each step. while you watched, you were able to sneak a few cute photos of them.

“okay mi amor, slowly,” carlos says as he helps your daughter flip the pancakes. “that’s it! look at that, absolutely perfect. don’t think i’ve ever seen a more delicious looking pancake,” he says, making her giggle.

she helps him with a few more before he takes over and makes the rest himself so it was faster then they joined you at the table.

“so? are they good mommy?” your daughter watches as you take a bite. “mmm, your daddy was right. these are the tastiest pancakes ever,” you hum, making her smile even wider.

“what? they can’t be better than mine!” carlos teases. “sorry babe, but they’re ten times better than yours,” you say, watching as your daughter stuck her tongue out at him.

“oh really now?” carlos starts as he pulls her onto his lap. “i think the tickle monster would disagree with that!” he exclaims before tickling her sides, filling the room with her giggles.

watching the way both of them are smiling and laughing puts an even bigger smile on your face. and giggles quickly start to spill from your lips when carlos and your daughter decide to team up and attack you with tickles.