That mama Nico and pup max au is absolutely adorable! Now I'm imagining Jos' reaction...
The son he's been training to dominate F1 and carry on his nonexistent legacy suddenly being spotted in the paddock calling Nico Rosberg mama??? He left that boy to train on the track and now he's schmoozing with his future enemies and ignoring his calls?
Jos stomps into the Mercedes garage like he owns it with the full intentions to slap his insolent pup into tomorrow and yank him back to the trailer and show him he's nothing until he becomes wdc
Only for a furious blond German omega to stop him
Nico throws himself in front of max and starts berating him, full on yelling inside the garage- he starts to push forward and pokes Jos-
And then Jos snapped back and advanced forward, making Nico take a step back
Jos yells- "Stupid fucking omega! You don't even belong in this paddock! Save the fucking space for alphas who fucking deserve it dumb whor-" his hand reaches out to push Nico down before his own pup growls
Not very intimidating because Max is only a pup, his intimidating lion roar hasn't quite developed yet but it stuns Jos to the core. His dumb son who never once fought back and just took the punishments Jos gives out for once standing up for himself- well, for his mama
Even if Max was a teenager, his strength was undeniable with the training program his dad puts him on. He seizes Jos by the hand he was going to hurt his mama with and restraints him- pushing him until he meets the thin Mercedes garage wall.
Lewis at this point runs over- having felt his omega's panic but when he reaches the conflict, he sees Max fighting his own father for Nico.
"You do not hurt my mama. You can beat me down as many times you want- you can leave me until the deadof night on track as many times as you want- you can force me to do laps until my hands bleed from broken calluses- but you can't, you won't hurt my mama"
The question is what happens after....
Does Jos exit with what little dignity he has left or does he continue fighting until Lewis has to step in..?
Is lewis proud how Nico's pup defended him or livid because max was the reason Jos was going to attack Nico?
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Hi 🪱 Anon & 🐻 Anon! 🥹
Timeline: 2014, Monaco Grand Prix
😭😭😭 Max willing to endure every bit of abuse and cruelty from Jos without saying a word but the minute that bastard goes after his mama?
Oh the gloves are off. Fuck blood ties and paternity, no one—absolutely no one—threatens or hurts his mother. Nico may not be Max's biological parent but it was Nico who held the Dutch teenager to his chest, drying his wet hair and damp skin, giving him comforting snuggles and hot soup and telling Max that it's going to be okay, I'm here sonnenschein—I'm here, and I'm never going to leave you.
The moment where he steps in front of his mama, where he pins Jos's hand above his head, where he snarls that the old bastard that if he ever—ever—comes near his mama again, Max will not hesitate to fight back.
To protect his mother.
To protect his pack.
Jos's shock quickly gives way to rage—burning, hateful apoplectic rage. "You let go of me now, boy, or I'll beat your head in until it's soft as a baked apple."
Max's large hand tightens around his Alpha's wrist—the teenager knows he's thin and wiry but he's also strong and quick and towers over the man who he called father for 16 years.
Jos's brutal training regime plays in Max's favor when the older Alpha tries to take a swipe at Max—
Only for the younger Alpha to slam his first against the wall, causing a sickening cracking sound to fill the air. "You fucking little shit—! All this for some two-bit Omega whore?"
Max's gaze is unwavering. He stares down the other man with nothing but contempt. "Don't you dare call my mother that word." He hisses, half torn between releasing Jos just so he can shove the old man out of the paddock or forcing Jos to apologize.
"You really think Rosberg here wants you in his pack? Face it, boy, you're nothing but a passing amusement. Everything interesting about you is a testament to me. You wouldn't have scouts calling you the talent of the generation without me, you wouldn't have fucking Toro Rosso at your doorstep waiting to see what you can do. You owe everything—you owe you fucking existence—to me. And this is the thanks I get." Jos snarls, eyes as cold and blue as two ice chips. "Ungrateful is what you are. Ungrateful and foolish. When Rosberg leaves you out to rot, you'll see how right I am."
For a moment, silence reigns.
Max knows it's not true—he knows his mama will not abandon him, that his mama loves him and protects him and has never, not once, asked for anything in return.
There were no demands of race victories in exchange for hugs.
No stipulation that a fastest lap had to be achieved before praise was given.
Max has never been left alone in an empty race track with nothing but his race suit and helmet while rain pelted him from above and the temperature dropped dangerously low as the storm clouds rolled in.
When Max didn't do well during a race in F3, mama built a nest in Max's trailer before bringing snacks and warm hoodies and his laptop. They laid there, Nico holding Max close, as they reviewed footage of the race, analyzed what went wrong, and then Max fell asleep in his mother's arms, lulled to sleep by the scent of sweet cherries, warm spice, and amaretto.
He clenches his jaw when Jos smirks at him, but that's when he hears his mama's voice ring out—loud and clear and furious.
"How dare you." Nico hisses, he steps out from behind Max but keeps one hand pressed against his son's upper back, offering warmth and comfort to his pup even as he stares down a man twice his size. "You stupid, blind, ignorant cretin." Nico spits out, absolutely disgusted. "Max is my pup—he has etched himself in my very heart, in my very bloodstream. You accuse me of being flippant and capricious but those accusations are only a reflection of yourself. You may have some biological role in Max's conception but you were never a father to him. You controlled him, belittled him, and now you stand here, taking credit for Max's hard work and dedication. Everything you claim you 'did' for Max? That was you barking out orders and setting expectations. That is all you did. Max was the one who trained until his hands bled and gave his whole heart to racing—not because of you, but because of his love for the sport. And if you think my love for Max is contingent upon his performance on track, then you couldn't be more wrong. My pup is the most talented, amazing, brilliant young racer—but even if he wasn't, even if Max were to quit racing right this second? I will still love my sonnenschein with every beat of my heart."
"And so would I." Another voice rings out—this one lower, deeper, and with a sharp British accent that cuts through the air like a knife.
Lewis Hamilton steps out from the shadows with crossed arms, narrowed eyes, and an expression so cold it could freeze the Sahara.
"Hamilton." Jos sneers, face contorting into one of feigned amity. "Don't tell me you've also bought into the nonsense crafted by an Omega and a stupid pup."
Lewis steps forward, standing right next to Max, and presses one hand against Jos's chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket. "My Omega is one of the finest racing drivers in living memory. And my pup is the talent of his generation. Do not belittle either of them just because you were such a failure in Formula One." Lewis speaks softly, voice never rising above his smooth, even cadence.
But each word is polished to perfection, sharp and deadly and meant to wound.
Jos tries to lean forward, eyes blazing with fury, but Max and Lewis hold him back. "You will stay the fuck away from my mate and my child. And you're going to exit the paddock now—you can either do that with security dragging you out, or you can gather what's left of your dignity and walk out on your own."
"This isn't over." He threatens. "I'll take you to court. I'll fight for custody—I didn't spend 16 years feeding and clothing that boy for him to run off with a weak Alpha and his slut of an Omega."
"Go ahead." Nico chimes in. He is fearless now, a mother bear in his element, refusing to step aside. "File as many lawsuits as you want but if you think you can take our pup from us then you've got another thing coming. Max is our child, he's our baby. And if you try to take him from us we'll drag you before every court in France."
"Ha! You really think you'd win? I'm his father—"
"You're nothing more than a bully." Nico hisses. "A bully and a violent drunk who tries to make himself feel big by tormenting others. If we weren't here in public I'd like to see how you square up against my stilettos being smashed in your face."
"Nico..." Lewis chuckles although he tries to sound firm.
"Omega bitch." Jos mutters under his breath, right as the FIA security appear.
Max's blood boils, rage pumping through his veins as he rears back, ready to shove Jos out of the paddock right as Lewis Hamilton pulls his right hand back and punches Jos Verstappen right in the eye.
The old, bloated Alpha falls to the ground, clutching his face and screaming bloody murder.
Nico wraps their pup in his arms, quickly scenting his baby before giving Lewis a quick kiss. "Come here sonnenschein," Nico soothes, "you don't need to see this."
Lewis kisses the top of Nico's head and then gives Max a soft kiss on the temple. "You're safe, pup." He promises. "You'll always be safe with us."
