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Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen | Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, Yas Marina Circuit

#whites and darks baby #whites and darks! #the yin and the yang of this is insane #even their hats #their HATS #red with white #red with dark #inversed but alike #to repeat what every one of my maxiel reblogs have tagged on #THEY ARE SOULMATES YOUR HONOUR

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stars and stripes

#i #am #OBSESSED #this is so gooood #wow #the colours? #the contrast? #amazing

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ALEXA PLAY MARGARET BY LANA DEL RAY RIGHT NOW

Two kids trying to act grown up and two grown-ups forgetting about being one

#maxiel #soulmates #invisible string theory

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before the press con.. got there early just the two of them ew x

#serving them a cease and desist letter #sickening #insane behaviour

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"I care, I care, I care"

Part 2

Part 1

He picks his thumb nail under the label. Begins to slowly peal it back, the bottle cold against his palm.

Lacy convinced him to go. In her new dress, something designer which he’s pretty sure he helped pay for. Telling him it’ll be fun, telling him Max won the championship, a Red Bull party, infamous as they are. Celebrities invited, free drinks. Races raced, and champagne flowing heavy, tears from Heaven.

Third champion. Logan can’t even manage a single point, let alone a race win, let alone a championship, let alone three. It’s staggering. Max’s talent; his own incompetence.

“This might not happen again,” she finally said, when he was still firm against going. Sat in his driving room, unable or unwilling to leave.

“What?” He had asked, looked up from his phone.

Pause. Gaze lingering too long on her own phone screen. Then, “Max might not win next year.” Smiled. The look he knows her portfolio is filled with. Empty.

You might not be racing next year, she meant. The truth glaringly obvious, spray painted on every wall of the garage.

You ’ll get it soon.

Words haunting him. It. Unspecified, unknown. Just not crashing, not sliding, not colliding. Soon. Forever just out of reach.

“Sure,” he had said, tone brusque. “But not for long. I want an early night.”

The rest here because it's too long for tumblr!

#loscar #but shoutout to the lovely person who reblogged part 1 and whose tags informed me on the proper ship name of these two lol #my fic

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try or cry for wip

Anon are you in my notes app?! How did you know I had something brewing 🫢

Anyways this is based off the tags in this post!

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“He pushed him off!” Daniel shouted a bit exasperated his hand motioning to the turn where the two karts still sat both of them beached in the grass.

“Maybe your kid should move out of the way when he’s going slower!” Max shouted back his arms crossing over his chest.

“That’s not how it works you’re supposed to try and defend your position. Maybe if your son wasn’t racing dirty-“

“He does not race dirty he races hard. Not my fault you can’t handle it” max snapped.

Max didn’t like to get like this. Like his father. But he knew in karting you had to be hard. But fair.

#so good #fic rec #single parent dads you saw👀👀👀 #enemies to friends you say?!?!?😍😍😍😍

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maxiel + 12. things you said when you thought i was asleep 😊

It's late, well, early really, when they get back to Monaco, the fringes of sun just starting to rise over the eastern horizon as Daniel parks the car in the garage below Max's building. It's become routine, over these last few races after Daniel came back in Austin, flying together and then making their way home together after. That Daniel stays, too. It's nice, comfortable and comforting to not be alone in this big apartment Max bought when he thought he and Kelly were a sure thing, before she walked out on him.

The sex, well, the sex has been nice too, not that they're talking about it.

Max is too tired for sex now though. He hardly slept on the plane, watching over Daniel as he gently snored, head tipped back, mouth open and somehow still the most beautiful person Max has ever seen.

This is maybe why Kelly walked out, he'd thought. She knew somehow, even though Max had been in business of hiding his longing for Daniel for an embarrassingly long amount of time.

"Come on," Daniel says quietly, as he cuts the engine in the car. "Let's get you to bed."

Max nods softly. He follows Daniel up to Max's own apartment, leans his head against Daniel's back as he unlocks the door to let them inside. He kicks off his shoes messily inside the door. He'll fix them later, after he's gotten some sleep. Daniel's shoes stay on and Max furrows his brow.

"Stay?" Max asks softly, afraid the answer is no, that with sex so clearly off the table right now that Daniel will want to leave.

Daniel lets out a soft chuckle and kicks off his shoes. "Wasn't sure if you'd want me to."

"Always," Max mumbles. He's too tired to keep the honesty away.

"Alright, Maxy," Daniel says, looping an arm around Max's waist.

They make their way to the bedroom and undress in silence and climb into bed. Max doesn't even bother to set an alarm. The season's over. He has nowhere to be, no appointments to keep. He closes his eyes. Daniel wraps himself around Max's back, nose pressed into his hair, breath warm on his neck. Max relaxes into it and starts to drift off to sleep.

Just before he crosses that strange barrier between awake and asleep, he hears Daniel whisper, "I love you, Maxy," and feels him press a gentle kiss to Max's spine. With that Max's body lets go and sleep pulls him under.

#the softness! #the tenderness! #fic rec

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we talked and talked about daniel coming back to redbull and what it means for him but the narrative that redbull had tried to replace daniel for years and failed and the only one who can fill that seat is daniel himself is sooo delicious

#*sobs in a corner* #*slams head against wall* #*screeching noises* #<<<prev tags #100% accurate

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F1 Flufftober - Day 25 Love Letters

Please don't judge me for doing these out of order lol (thanks @arturleclerc and @danielverstappen for the little push) (edit to say that this is also the same universe as this)

Max dragged himself into the entryway, allowing the front door to snap closed behind him. He left his luggage by the door, he would get to it later.

The cats wandered forward, welcoming him home from his long time away. He'd been out on a triple header and was glad to be home. He wanted to throw himself on the couch and stroke his cats and get forehead kisses from his boyfriend.

Who wasn't home.

Right.

Max grumbled to himself, standing with Jimmy in his arms and walking further into their home. He was tired and Daniel wasn't home because he was back at the factory. He'd be back in a few days because this was an unfortunate overlap of their travel schedules while Daniel was back off the grid. 

Stupid metacarpal, who needed those bones anyway??

Throwing himself on the couch as initially planned Max's brow furrowed as he heard the crinkle of paper beneath his head. Shifting quickly, he spied a square of yellow paper – a post it note. Odd.

Grabbing the out of place stationary, he recognized Daniel's looping handwriting.

You amaze me every day.

Max smiled softly, rereading the words and imprinting them on his brain. He reached over to stick it on the coffee table, fully intending to take it into the bedroom and preserve it in some way. He stopped short when he saw another sticky note attached to his controller.

Never forget how special you are.

Max tucked his head to his neck, feeling the blush bloom on his cheeks. He took a picture of both and texted them off to Daniel with a message that he was home.

Daniel

Oh, you haven't found them all😸

Max paused…all? He stood quickly from the couch and gave the living, dining and kitchen areas a glance over and noticed at least two more sticky notes. 

He would never admit to how quickly he rushed over to grab both notes. Not on Jimmy or Sassy's life. But his stomach swooped, eyes roving over the messages.

Never forget how proud of you I am

I will always love you 

Max walked dazedly into their bedroom, collecting a few more notes of love, respect and adoration from Daniel. He felt overwhelmed with love for his boyfriend. Wanting nothing more than to lay on top of him and kiss him soundly.

But he couldn't. Because Daniel wasn't here. 

So instead, he padded to his sim room and plopped ungainly into the chair. There was one last note– he combed the flat and found no more. And his heart flipped, wondering just what else he would find.

He was completely overflowing with affection for Daniel. And he currently didn't have an outlet for it. He'd texted again but Daniel was back in the sim so he wouldn't be getting an answer any time soon. 

Grabbing the last note that was hanging innocently from his overhead screen, Max let out a choked laugh. 

The kind that happened when Daniel said something unexpected in their old PR videos. The kind that cracks his face open in joy. Max folded over, his boisterous laugh calling the cats in curiously. 

Max truly loved his boyfriend. He loved that man with his whole being and he couldn't wait for him to get home.

We're out of

Eggs

Beer

Bread

Yogurt

Hand soap for the guest bathroom 

#so lovely!!!! #max and Daniel exclusively only using cat emogis is canon now sorry i don't make the rules #fic rec

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"I care, I care, I care"

The weirdest brainrot pairing I've ever gotten lol. Set in the aftermath of the sprint today. Please enjoy this Oscar/Logan fic

You ’ll get it soon.

Unspoken words, hovering above his head. Like a lightbulb in a cartoon, just waiting for the idea to strike. Talent finally awakening. Light flicking on.

James, telling him that he’ll get it soon. The car is different, it’s new, and it’s a beast which Logan still needs to tame. But soon. Soon he’ll get it, whatever it is. The ability to finish, to get out, to smile. To be something other than an embarrassment, a pay-in, a stupid American.

“You’ll get it soon baby,” Lacy runs her fingers through his hair. He hums, scrolling through Instagram. Blue light, burning his eyes. Mindless. Anything not to look up, to not see her pity. She’s two years younger than him. A part-time student, full-time model. Oscar had raised his eyebrows at Logan when he first saw her. Blond hair as straight as rain, skin perfect, tight white tea with a neat skirt. Ticking all the boxes. An influencer and he’s a driver, and they look so good together, everyone says it.

“You sure caught yourself a good one with her, didn’t you?” He joked later. Elbow knocked into Logan’s side, and he forced himself to look up, offer a small smile. Wait for the joke, the barb tangled into his flesh.

“Lucky”, Oscar had simply said. A quick wink, as if it wasn’t just the two of them.

Who? Logan had imagined saying. Cut his tongue out. No need for words in a car anyway.

“You’ll get it soon,” his mother tells him. Voice soft, even over the line. About two continents and three oceans between them. Lacy still beside him. Updating her own Instagram, and Logan watches her edit the photos. Manicured nails in the pattern of a chequered flag tap on the screen, zooming in and out. I’m surprised you even know what a chequered flag looks like.

“Thanks,” he says. She zooms in on her skirt, dragging her finger over the material, instantly smoothing out the wrinkles. Saturation turned up slightly. In other life, I think I’d like to be an artist, he had once said. Laughter. Turning to look at him, eyes bright even in the darkness. Why wait for another lifetime? Why not this one Loge?

Maybe when I’m older, he had conceded. But for now, I’m too busy winning races to bother with sketching.

Don’t you mean too busy losing to me? Oscar giggled. An arm out, hand playfully pushing him in the darkness. Night heavy. Thirteen, heart too big in his chest.

“It’s just unlucky,” his mother continues. It’s dawn back home. He wonders has she slept at all. “Quali set you back, and the car isn’t good overtaking in circuits like these. You couldn’t do anything else, Logan. The car isn’t good with grip, you’re just getting the hang of it. It’s unlucky, could’ve happened to anyone.” He nods, even though she can’t see him. Lacy is now zoomed in on her face, softening her skin texture and smoothing the imperfections away. Filter only her lips, brightening them.

“Are you tired?”

He nods again, and then feels stupid when the silence stretches. “Yes. A race is always tiring, you know?”

Of course, she knows. She’s the one who stood with his dad at the side of every race, every go-karting competition. American wind and American rain and American sun. Home saturated on the track, accents matching his own.

“Yes, sweetheart. Are you going to the after-party?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Logan pretends not to notice how Lacy stills.

“Really?” His mother tries to keep any inflexion from her tone. “Not even with Oscar?”

Logan huffs a laugh. “Oscar will be way too busy mom. He won the sprint.”

“I know, that’s what I meant. Not even to celebrate his first podium?”

He swallows, looking down at his trousers. Thumb fingernail trailing up and down the seam, made to perfection. India, China? Mass-produced, workers whose names he’ll never know. He wears and uses and discards their work, move on to the next thing to taint with his touch. Always new shirts, new trousers.

Oscar wrinkling his nose. Eleven. Carting academy in Brexton/ Brixton. Both are the only non-Europeans there. Locked as roommates, these foreigners who speak English differently. Logan’s first time sharing a room. Oscar’s first time meeting someone like Logan.

“That’s a waste,” he told him, watching as Logan sorted through his wardrobe. His parents had left him to unpack. His father telling him he was growing up, he was taking the first step in his career. His mother’s tight hug, promising to call every night, promising that he can come home whenever he wants. “You don’t need all those clothes.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.” Incessant. Australian accent foreign and harsh against his ears. Bouncing through tones. Up and down. Higher-pitched than Logan’s.

“I don’t have half as many clothes as you have, and I’m fine,” he continued. Logan just shrugged. “I keep my clothes until they fall apart.” Proud, and Logan couldn’t help but turn, nose wrinkled in disgust.

“What?”

Oscar nodded, happy to finally have his attention. Cross-legged on the bed, skin still warm from Australian weather. Freckles. Front tooth missing, young for his age. “My mum even stitches them, if the tear isn’t bad. It’s a waste. It’s bad for the environment. Why buy new things when the old things are working fine? Plus, it’s an easy way to save money.”

Saving money. As if money was a finite source, something to be counted and hoarded and saved. Saving time, saving face, saving money.

Logan had never thought about that before.

“Tell him we’re happy for him, will you?” His mom is continuing. “I remember when he was just so small I just wanted to put him in my pocket.” She laughs, and Logan wrinkles his nose.

“Whatever mom.”

“I’ll text his mother too. She was always nice to us. Don’t tell Daddy, you know what he’s like.”

Another laugh. Like it’s nothing, just a joke. Logan continues to run his thumb along the seam of his pants.  His mother always the one to ring him after the races. DNF, fighting with HAAS for the bottom three places. An investment. That’s what his dad used to call it. Carting is a creature surviving on a steady diet of money, and his dad is always there to provide for it. Up to F1, and success brushes against his fingertips before racing away.

“You made it to the family fridge,” Oscar once told him. Grinning, tone pitched lower, finally broken. Spots and acne. Seventeen and on the edge of something great.

“Oh yeah?” Logan replied, smirking. “Nicole couldn’t get enough of me, could she?”

Oscar laughed, pressing his side against Logan’s. A wall of warmth, his gentle sandalwood aftershave lingering in their shared space. Then pulling back, telling him he’s an idiot, the smile shaping his words.

“You’ll get it soon,” his mom says, the quiet stretching. She always had a knack for knowing what he was feeling, even though he’s lived away for longer than lived with her.

“Yeah,” he says, still picking at his jeans. “I better.”

Part 2

#logan sargeant #oscar piastri #I literally don't even know their ship names #osgan??? #Logcar??? #Logcar lol #my fic #lotsa angst here folks #and a splash of internalised homophobia??? #Or possibly just being so far in the closest Narnia calls

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#the kiss kiss #the tenderness #the bottom one #😒🙄😮‍💨😠 meets 🥰😁😘😝 #unstoppable force vs immovable object #this art is so wonderful!!!

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Zandvoort 2011 -> Zandvoort 2023

#100% a flashback in a romance movie where everyone is like yeah they just made Daniel younger with shorter hair and special effects #but wow they really cast young Max so well #he looks so similar #🥹🥹🥹 #the evolution of their smiles #i love these gif pairings sm #soulmates your honor

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Waiting for the light to take us, chapt. 15

I am so sorry for the unannounced and (largely) unintended hiatus of my Xmen/Maxiel fic, but here's the latest update if anyone here is following the story :)) update schedule back on track😎💖

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maybe not the usual but.. daniel/michael

(sorry, i love the drama of a long term relationship break up)

man don't care - JME & Giggs (for the Spotify shuffle prompts)

sorry i'm so maxiel otp i had to make this a friendship break up, i hope thats cool!

Daniel can feel Michael's eyes on him. Insistent even though there's like, at least twenty cameras pointed in their direction. Or, Daniel's direction. Everyone wants a piece of him now he's back.

"Yeah, I'm happy to be driving," he says, for what must be the thirtieth time in just as many minutes. Ignores the prickle the creeps up his spine. "The break was good for me, but now- I'm ready."

He's more than ready. He's going to be fucking triumphant. Just needs Maxy to keep Checo eating his rubber for a few more races, and then he's going to get everything that was promised to him when he was twenty-five. A championship winning car. A real fight.

It feels closer, within just the stretch of his fingertips in a way it never did back then.

"Danny Ric is back, baby," he grins, and lets the clatter of camera clicks wash over him.

Afterwards, in the coridoor Michael corners him. Daniel glances over top of his shoulder, desperate for some sort of escape or excuse, but there's too many prying eyes to brush him off completely. Unless he wants some bullshit, speculative article being written about it.

"Hey," he says with a tight nod when Michael just puts a hand on his shoulder and doesn't say anything. Ignores all the early mornings spent panting into his yoga matt it reminds him of, Michael correcting his form.

He doesn't have time for small talk, or whatever this is. Who'd have thought, that even without being his trainer, Michael would still be able to wind up that tight coil of tension inside him.

"Are you really happy?" Michael asks eventually, when most of the room has cleared out.

And that's some fucking nerve coming from him.

"I don't know, Mikey," he says after a beat of disbelief. He brushes his hand away roughly and steps back. "Maybe if you picked up the phone once in the winter break, you'd know, huh?"

Michael's eyes dip to the floor, like he's ashamed. Good, Daniel thinks, viciously. Where the fuck where you when I needed you?

"Mate, come on," Michael tries anyway, though his voice is hardly louder than a mumble. "You know we were a little toxic by the end of last season."

Toxic. Like Daniel is another client looking for 'mental health coaching,' and not someone who used to ride his bike to the beach with Michael when they were 13. Daniel scoffs.

"Oh you mean when I started being shit and lost my job?" He asks with a hollow laugh. "When my whole life was falling apart? Yeah mate, sorry if I was a little less than gracious to you around that time."

You're being unfair, some traitourous niggle at the back of his brain tells him. Knows that 'less than gracious' doesn't even cover it, but- But fuck Michael. None of it stopped himself getting a cushy new job lined up, coming out on top while Daniel found himself fired at thirty-three.

Michael looks at him again, daring to look only halfway apologetic.

"I wasn't your punching bag," He says firmly, like he's already found his second wind. Like he can read Daniel's mind, and after years spent in each other's pockets, he probably can. Can smell cracks in Daniel's resolve from a mile away, like some blood sniffing shark.

I know you, Daniel finds himself wanting to yell, though it wouldn't even make any sense.

Not today. Daniel isn't that guy anymore.

"No, you were my friend," he says, giving the wall next to him two hard slaps with the palm of his hand. "But fuck me I guess, for needing you. Won't make that mistake again."

#oh this is so good #friendship break ups so wildly unrepresentated #daniel and micheal's friendship deterioration is like... so fascinating to me #how did it happen? #what was the final straw? #was it natural drifting away or a clean/messy break? #such a good ficlet 💖 #fic rec

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Because I can't help myself...

Part 1 | Part 2

Part 3

Max felt like this was all just one big out of body experience. Daniel was hanging off of him smiling down the phone with his family. Because of course he had a phone— everyone did. But Daniel forgets about it apparently and it dies often because he doesn’t charge it. He has better things to do than be tethered to technology– unless it's like videos of animals then he has all the time in the world.

When the call had connected; Grace had been weeping and Joe had looked marginally worried. The moment they saw Max however, Joe looked apoplectic and Grace was gently replaced by Michelle who looked like she was planning to kill Max in his sleep.

“Daniel, love. Where are you?” Grace was sniffling and Daniel’s smile dimmed a little. 

“Mama this is Max! He says I’m in Monaco— its far from Perth. I’m sorry Mama.”

“Danny you don’t even have a passport…” Michelle was confused and exasperated. Her usual emotions around her brother.

“Security must be very lax at the airport.” Joe muttered which had Max snorting. They’d all forgotten about him and he'd effectively gotten their attention again.

Michelle mutters something about trusting random people and Daniel lights up because he didn’t just trust blindly this time!

“Don’t worry Chellie! The cats say he's nice! And you know cats never lie!” They were right about the birds and so far they've been right about Max.

“Well if the cats say he's nice…” Grace had all but calmed down seeing that her baby is fine, but Michelle and Joe were already in action mode. They weren't so convinced about this ‘nice Max person’.

“Danny, can you give us a moment so we can talk to Max about getting you home?” Joe smiled when Daniel sang an ‘of course’ and they all watched him get up and frolic to a daybed behind Max and curl up with the cats. Max smiled unconsciously at his humming, who could stay stoic in the face of this?

Grace eventually flutters off as well– because her boy is hale and whole so she's good– and it's just Max left to the wolves of Michelle and Joe. 

It takes a bit but they eventually believe that he's a Formula 1 driver (lots of cross referencing websites and apps. Michelle was thorough) and that he has no problems helping Daniel get home. The season doesn’t start for a few months so he’s got time. 

Turns out they’ll need to get Daniel a passport, sneaking him back into the country even on a private jet was a felony. 

Daniel was making himself comfortable during all of this, floating around the flat with Jimmy and Sassy in hand, singing to them and pointing out the window. He then started looking at himself in all of Max’s trophies, making faces in the mirrored metal, and singing the names to the cats.

“Oh! Melbourne! I know there!” Daniel excitedly pointed at a circular tray like trophy, the lighthouse on his thigh flashed a golden light and the sails of the ship fluttered.

“I’ve raced there.” Max smiled at Daniel’s delighted laugh. He continued to watch Daniel admire all his hardware and crystals with a fond smile– Michelle and Joe stared eagle eyed and tense. When it seemed like he wasn’t putting on a show, they calmed down a little. Just a smidge.

They allowed Max to go after a few more threats– which was only fair. And he went to take a cat from Daniel. Jimmy curled into Max’s hold and Sassy flopped herself around Daniel’s neck, kneading the air as if high on catnip. Daniel giggled, shrugged and scritched her tummy.

“Daniel do you want a change of clothes? Maybe a shower?”

Daniel started singing a song about showers and sunsets and Max took that to mean that sure, he wanted to shower. He found something non-merchy, a tshirt and athletic shorts, he hoped they fit because he didn’t exactly know what size daniel was.

Easily remedied, however, because Daniel took off his sweatshirt during his second chorus. Max blinked at the expanse of tanned skin that was exposed, and the new collection of tattoos that glowed and fluttered. He serenaded Sassy while she bundled in his arms, cooing and grinning when she purred back. The cherub on his forearm fluttered its wings.

He was smaller than Max anticipated, but still broader and fit. Max guessed it was because his aura was so large that he physically seemed tiny in comparison.

“Is there anything you want to eat? I can order food while you bathe.”

"Do they have pizza here? I love pizza." Daniel swayed where he stood, his inner music never stopping.

"We can get pizza." 

Daniel did a happy dance then sauntered to the bathroom confidently. Max cut himself off from saying something when Daniel pointed to the hallway door while looking down at the cat in his hand. Right…Sassy knew where everything was. It was a …strange dynamic to consider.

While that happened, Max took out his phone and texted Charles for help. He was truly out of his depth and Charles knew how to handle  weird shit. He'd gotten used to being more important than the Pope so he could help figure this out.

Charles came with Lando– because of course he did. Those two were always together nowadays. They could keep a secret– not from each other– but they were vaults otherwise. They were in the living room and Max was just about to start explaining when Daniel fluttered out of the bathroom humming. He was damp and shirtless but was wearing Max’s shorts, Charles’ and Lando’s mouths dropped open in shock.

Max scrambled up to cover Daniel off before he fully got into the living room. “Daniel, where is your shirt?”

“Oh, Sassy said it was uncomfortable so I like decided not to wear it.” He shrugged uncaringly and the skull baby on his bicep stepped forward to keep its footing. Sassy purred in his arms and he went back to staring at her lovingly.

“Do you want another shirt?”

“Max…what the fuck?” it was Lando. Max groaned when Daniel looked around him, beaming brightly. The rose bloomed a little.

“Hi! I’m Daniel!”

Part 4

#i went for searching for something else but found these instead!!! #part 2 and 3 is living up to part 1!! #so good!!! #i love this au sm #fairytale Daniel in very real word! #fic rec #so good :)

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Hii Pixie! Lantern and Maple for the autumn asks!! 🧡

Helloooo Danni🥰 thank you for the autumn ask!

So for latern (how did you meet your best friend and what was your first impression of them) I'm afraid I'm very boring and met them all through college 😅 I'm very lucky as I studied creative writing in college so my friend group was all comprised of nerdy booky people who loved to write too :))

And for Maple (hobby/ skill you've always wanted to learn), there's so many, haha. I really want to be fluent in german, but thats very much feeling like a losing battle😅😭😭 I don't want to drive, but I've long ago accepted it's a skill I'm going to have to get sooner or later 🥲 maybe fencing? Fencing seems fun. I play Frisbee, and like fitness is a big part of that, so maybe try and make running into a hobby? Or for a skill, I feel like this is very niche haha but being able to straighten and style my hair. I have curls, which I love 99% of the time, but sometimes I just sort of want to just... not have frizzy and knotty hair. Like for my graduation I went to a hairdresser to straighten my hair and then she curled it and it looked so professional and neat and I just🥲🥲🥲

So yes apologies for the rambles, and thank you again sm for the ask🥰🫶

#asks! #onboardsorasora

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love for wip game ❤️❤️

Hello, thank you for the ask❤️! I'm a very soppy romantic so like every second sentence in my wips seem to have "love" in, but I hope you like this one! It's from a 5 in 1 fic where Daniel has a mini-existential crisis and tries to find a new hobby after retiring from F1 (inspired @boxboxlewis amazing fic Five career options Daniel considered and turned down after leaving F1, and one he didn’t which everyone should read!!) This is him deciding to try out the possible future hobby of going sea swimming during storms

Love

“I won’t die,” he promises, trying to gently tease him without sounding cruel.

Max just looks at him for another beat, lips still thin and forehead still furrowed, and then leans forward to press his lips to Daniel’s. Daniel lets him, eyes closing as he kisses Max back, lips soft and warm and the only ones he’ll ever feel against his for the rest of his life.

Max pulls back, and Daniel gives himself a beat before opening his eyes.

“You are being very silly,” he tells him sternly. Daniel grins, giddy. It’s like this with Max. A never-ending rolling coaster, an external influence that seems to have more say in Daniel’s emotions than Daniel himself has.

“Yes, but you wouldn’t love me if I was boring,” he says, opening his door, prepared for the battering winds this time.

“I would love you even if you were the most boring person alive, and I would probably have far fewer wrinkles,” Max mutters, but opens his door too, following Daniel out.

#ask #wip #my fic