Hi Nina!! Resending because my last might've been eaten by the ask box monster :)
I accidentally inspired myself with my own ask haha, continuing the side note at the end of my last ask about the motorcycle matchmaking au
...different au, daniel "resident agent of chaos" ricciardo talks max into wearing a GridGirl™ outfit in the paddock as punishment for a lost bet, que pandemonium.
Extra brocedes vrs. because Max and Nico are the best blond boys
Daniel is playing 4d chess with this. Both are roped in beforehand with seeds planted towards hidden motives. Max will do it if Nico does because he does root for his divorced podium parents and could go for a good scheme, and if he's wearing a skirt in the paddock he's sure as hell not doing it alone. Nico will do it because he wants his terror of a child to get a happier story with Charles than he did with Lewis, even if he did commit to being Nico's sleep paralysis demon for a year. Both are easily baited by Daniel when the three of them are together, because these hypercompetitive fools also can't resist challenging each other
has anyone put Nico in the classic Britney outfit? the pleated skirt, sheer black thigh-highs, black bra showing under a tied up white shirt. cardigan replaced with a mercedes racing jacket. They should. I am. Right here right now this is the outfit in this au
...someone please grant me art I beg
Max ends up in a similar black skirt to Nico but his is edged with red lace and paired with bright Red knee high heeled boots and a red crop top with a large red bull logo on top, embroidered entirely with a slightly lighter shade of red, with the twin bulls stretching straight across his chest right across his tits. his neck is adorned in a simple red ribbon to match. A loose dark blue Red Bull racing jacket is thrown overtop almost covering the back of the short skirt and emphasizing his tiny waist.
Without the jacket Max is mainly in red and it's making it look almost more like a ferrari outfit than red bull (this is absolutely intentional by Daniel)
When Max looks in the mirror There's a fleeting thought about how Charles would react that brings a wild blush to his face, but Max quickly smothers it under denial and concentrates on the Brocedes plan
Daniel doesn't actually have to wear anything by the terms of the bet but does cheerfully complete the trio anyway trading his participation for getting the other two to wear lip gloss to finish off their ensembles (both had outright refused having any stronger makeup, their respective other half's would be disappointed if they knew, how kind of Daniel to get them at least this this off he says so himself), showing up in leather short shorts, a loose black tank and his own racing jacket. Max and Nico simultaneously start to complain when seeing him anyway, bemoaning how he doesn't have to constantly tug a skirt down or try to keep balance whilst walking in heels.
Charles is hot, bothered and wildly possessive when seeing him and how may people are looking at him and his waist and his thighs and his tits. Max thinks people are staring because it's weird, Charles knows better. (so does Daniel ha he knew exactly what he was doing with this the mad lad) Charles be-lines straight towards Max cutting through the the thick crowd easily catching him in a tight hug and letting his hand stay on the small of Max's back when pulling away allowing to guide away from the people who had gathered and towards somewhere quieter, drawing him into a friendly yap session whilst looking for somewhere he can put his hand up that sinfully short skirt.
Lewis is, as always, steadily avoiding Nicos presence and doesn't know about the outfit until literally running into him. Nico is storming after a running away Daniel having just had pink pom-poms clipped onto his head, very disadvantaged by his new shoes and his inability to run, and trips up when one of his heels catches a loose rock sending him off balance where he instinctively squeezes his eyes shut bracing for the ground. But instead of stone and dirt he goes stumbling into warm arms, a large hand coming to rest on his bare waist
Not letting go at all Lewis does a quick glance up and down him before freezing and taking a much more leisurely look across Nico, inspecting every detail of the look and giving a little squeeze when noticing how large his hand is on the bared part of nicos skin spanning between his top and skirt. gaze jumping back up to Nicos face at the stuttered gasp Nico fails to hide, relishing the reaction. Then it hits him exactly who he's holding.
"Nico!?"
https://www.tumblr.com/deviantintrests/815776442415759360
^ Outfit References <3
I had to draw Max's because I couldn't find a reference of what I meant, but anyway have at this if you please :)
- Winter
Hi Winter 🤍
Oh my lord this is ADORABLE 🥹 thank you for resending!!!
"Daniel is playing 4d chess with this. Both are roped in beforehand with seeds planted towards hidden motives. Max will do it if Nico does because he does root for his divorced podium parents and could go for a good scheme, and if he's wearing a skirt in the paddock he's sure as hell not doing it alone. Nico will do it because he wants his terror of a child to get a happier story with Charles than he did with Lewis, even if he did commit to being Nico's sleep paralysis demon for a year." ← THE ROMCOM I NEED TO SEE!! 😭😆🥰 everything about this premise is *chef's kiss* pure gold ✨💖
And thank you so much for sending the outfit reference link!! You absolute angel and I ADORE how you drew/created Max's outfit!! How could Charles resist?? 🤤
Lestappen
I imagine in this AU that Charles and Max have developed an odd sort of friendship that's really only understood by the two of them. There's a searing hot tension between them that threatens to spark into an inferno every time they interact but Max is convinced Charles doesn't seem him "like that" because Charles is beautiful and beloved by men and women while Max is...kind of weird looking. He's big and bulky and doesn't look like the type of guy who'd want to wear skirts and be pinned down and fucked until he's boneless.
Even though that's exactly who Max is.
And how he sometimes lays in bed, slowly fingering himself open and dreaming that it's Charles who's doing it, who whispers you're doing so well for me chéri, look how good you're doing, my pretty Max, so wet and loose and lovely—
He's convinced Charles would be disgusted if he knew Max's true feelings towards him (and would never want to talk to Max again) so our smitten Dutch boy doesn't say a word.
So he is, unfortunately, completely oblivious to the fact that Charles has developed a big fat crush on one Max Verstappen and is literally seducing him in real time 😭 or he's trying to anyway.
When Charles pulls Max into the Ferrari prince's trailer, Max just thinks they're going to chat for a little bit before their respective media obligations start. He's happily yapping away, not realizing how strange it is that Charles has one arm looped around Max's waist, palm pressed against the exposed abdomen, fingers gently brushing against the waistline of Max's skirt.
No, our Red Bull champion only blushes at the sensation of Charles's rough palm gently grazing his skin while eagerly leaning into his touch. Max thinks he's being "subtle" but there's nothing subtle about the way he flutters his lashes and bites down on that full bottom lip when the Monegasque gently dips two fingers beneath the waistband.
"Charlie?" He sounds breathless and a little too turned on.
Our oblivious blond angel tries to fight it—tries not to look like a besotted fool but it's hard, it's so fucking hard, because Charles is suddenly so close to him, their bodies almost pressed together as Max's back hits the wall of the trailer.
Charles looms over him, pressing one hand flat against the wall, inches away from Max's head.
"Pretty boy," he croons in that gorgeous accent that causes Max to go weak in the knees, "look at you—is there a reason you decided to dress like this today? Other than to drive me insane?"
"O-oh...do I look that bad?" He tries not sound self-conscious but knowing that Charles thinks he looks ugly hurts more than a DNF at Zandvoort.
"Max..." Charles chuckles but the hand around Max's waist tightens—and that's when the brunet leans in, face inches away from his own. "Max, you must know how beautiful you are. How beautiful you always are...but dressed like this? With your tits out, your little waist on display, those gorgeous thighs of yours...? Max...fuck—" he presses his body closer and gently grinds his hips against Max's thigh.
That's when the Dutchman feels it.
Charles is hard. Achingly hard.
"Charlie..." He breathes, not daring to believe because that would be impossible.
There is just no way someone as stunning as Charles Leclerc could find strange and average looking Max Verstappen attractive.
But his Charlie, the boy Max has had a crush on since they were teenagers fighting one another in go-karts, presses the softest, most tender kiss to the side of Max's neck. "I've tried to hold back for so long. Didn't want to make you uncomfortable or ruin the friendship we've built. But I can't hold back any longer, Max." He presses another kiss to the soft skin there before leaning back, just enough so their eyes meet. "I realized it today when I saw everyone salivating over you...drinking you in like they had any right to look." He snarls and—shit, Max's heart skips a beat. How can one man be so ridiculously attractive?
"A-are you saying you um, you like me?" He asks, sounding far too hopeful.
But Charles only closes his eyes briefly before opening them again.
And once he does, Max sees that the Ferrari pilot's pupils are blown wide. "I don't just like you Max. I'm well, I'm a little obsessed with you. A lot actually. And I would love nothing more than to take you on a date. And then another. And another. Until we're sharing a home and waking up in the same bed, with you curled up in my arms and our pets causing chaos down the hall."
As he speaks, Charles's hand drops lower and lower—until he casually slips beneath Max's microscopic black miniskirt and lustfully palms at the tiny scrap of black lace covering his ass.
Max doesn't hesitate.
He only needs to lean up—
And their lips are pressed together in a kiss that has Max melting into Charles's arms.
Brocedes
And Nico. Our OG blond beauty who walked onto the grid one day and gave every single driver a collective panic attack because um, oh god, this rookie—this Nico Rosberg—who have him the right to be this pretty?
In his Britney Spears schoolgirl uniform with the sheer thigh-high stockings, black stilettos, and now pink pom poms in his hair, Nico causes a full on traffic collision in the paddock after one golf cart slams into another because the driver was too busy ogling over the seductive sway of Nico Rosberg's hips as he walked over to the Mercedes garage.
By the time he trips and falls right into Lewis's arms, the 7-time world champion is already captivated by the mysterious blond in the little plaid skirt and Mercedes jacket. Not only is he bloody gorgeous but he's also...strangely familiar?
Something about him pierces Lewis's heart and he can't help but follow the blond beauty as he chats with Ricciardo and Naomi Schiff.
Some might call Lewis's actions "stalking" but the Brit tells himself he's just...observing.
At a respectable distance.
And yes, he has a deep appreciation for the way that the blond's white button-up shirt is left unbuttoned, exposing a deep burgundy bralette, and yes, okay, he's a little obsessed with how perky his ass looks in that tiny schoolgirl skirt but—can you really blame him?
Lewis has always appreciated art in all its various forms.
In this case, the art just happens to be a heartbreakingly lovely blond who has the Mercedes driver a little...enamored.
But only a little.
Lewis continues to tail the blond and his companions until he sees Ricciardo pin some pink hair accessories on the blond. The Aussie likely didn't ask for permission either because the pretty blond stomps his little foot and tries to chase after Ricciardo—
Only to stumble and fall and—Lewis is sprinting over before he even realizes what he's doing.
He catches the gorgeous beauty in his arms and immediately draws him into an embrace. Just to ah, make sure he isn't hurt.
But as he gazes down at the angelic visage he was only able to catch brief glimpses of, he suddenly realizes why this blond felt so familiar.
Because he is familiar.
Those cherubic features, the sky blue eyes, the dainty nose and perfect Cupid's bow mouth—
"Nico?" He manages to choke out, lungs collapsing in his chest while his brain feels like it's been wrung out and reshaped.
"Yes?" The German replies with a pout. His lips are pinker and glossier than Lewis remembers.
Pink and glossy and when Nico pouts, it's—it's just—
Well, it shouldn't be this attractive!
Lewis panics as Nico straightens up in his arms. He brings one hand on either side of Lewis's shoulders and hoists himself up so their chests are almost pressed together.
"Thank you for catching me. That would have been an embarrassing fall." Nico says with a faint blush.
Lewis doesn't know why it would have been embarrassing. Nico can probably make falling look pretty too.
"Oh. I—that's very sweet of you." Nico fumbles for words for a moment before smiling up at him.
And it's Lewis's favorite smile—the soft, real one that's rarely seen by the public or the press.
He just stares and stares for a few more seconds before Nico's words finally register.
Oh fuck.
"Wait, I said that out loud?"
Nico laughs. "You didn't realize?"
"No—I mean, now I realize but I didn't realize...before." He tries to make his brain work but that appears to be an impossible task. "You...look different."
Nico's face falls. "Different? What do you mean different?"
"I just—you look, well, it's not what you usually wear?"
"So? Just because it's not what I usually wear doesn't mean it looks bad!"
"I never said it looks bad! I just said you look different."
"That's not very complimentary! Especially when everyone knows 'you look different' is just a polite way of saying 'you look bad.'"
Lewis stares in disbelief. "That is not true." He insists. "Just because I said you look different doesn't mean I think you look bad. You have the entire paddock drooling over you and while I'm not inclined to follow the crowd, I think this time, they've got it right."
"Oh." The argumentative little blond blinks at him. "That's almost a real compliment from you, Lewis."
"Almost a real compliment?" He arches a brow.
Nico nods. "Yes. Almost. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to find a certain Dutch driver—" He tries to move out of Lewis's embrace.
"Not yet." Lewis's arms tighten around him. "You're interviewing drivers aren't you? Maybe I should be the next one on your list?"
"You hate paddock interviews."
"Take this as an opportunity to change my mind."
"I've tried changing your mind since I first walked over with a mic in my hand." He pouts.
"It's the pom poms." Lewis finally says. "Can't stop staring at them."
Nico gapes. "My pom poms? You dirty bastard—!"
"Your hair thingies!" Lewis interrupts quickly. "They look...cute."
"...Cute enough for a one on one interview?"
"Sure." Lewis agrees, inwardly grinning.
One on one interviews meant privacy. It meant getting Nico all by himself.
It meant asking if Nico was too hot and if he was, he could just take off the jacket.
