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.
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.
