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YOUNG ROYALS 1.04 | 3.06

#young royals #this killed me!!

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Chapter 1 - My whole life, I've wanted to be bad

Chapter 2 - But when ever I tried, the result was always sad

Chapter 3 - Now I know A certain beau Who doesn't worry 'bout what'd decent or right

Chapter 4 - I'm ready tonight

Chapter 5 - Peel away my values Rip off my compassion with your teeth

Chapter 6 - So tell me 'bout your sins and shock me with their luridness (my personal favourite of this correction/re-read)

Chapter 7 - So how 'bout now You teach me how to be ruthless and cruel

Chapter 8 - Expose the dormant bitch that lies beneath

Chapter 9 - You devil Lead me to the dark side Like a lamb to the slaughter

Chapter 10 - Let me be your pupil Let me choke on your cocksureness

Chapter 11 - Pound away my morals Spank off all my kindness

Chapter 12 - Let's make war not love all night and day

Chapter 13 - Kiss around my sense of right and wrong, but not on it, it's sensitive

Chapter 14 - Fifty shades of morally grey - NEW

#added a new chapter #i was going to apologize for not posting this sooner but then i remembered it took me a year and half (almost) to post the previous one #so we're doing great

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neon vibes | daniel ricciardo

#daniel ricciardo #dj/vigilante shit #so fucking good

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prompt—When we broke up but I'm still his emergency contact for maxiel

sad fic alert! i hope you like it <3

Max wakes up to the angry vibration of his phone on the bedside table, the flashing screen far too bright in the dark of their- his bedroom.

With heavy eyes, he tries to make sense of the blurred numbers, the ones that tell him it's four-thirty in the morning and the ones that tell him it's an unknown number calling. The area code is from here, from Monaco.

"Hello?" He answers after just a moment of considering letting it ring out. He'd been having a good dream, full of honking laughter and summer sun, in which the noise of the phone had been the waves of the sea until he'd woken up.

"Is this Max Verstappen?" A serious-sounding voice on the other end of the line asks. Before Max can ask in return, who wants to know- "I am calling about Daniel Ricciardo."

For a heart-stopping moment, Max wonders if this is him. The man Daniel has been photographed leaving clubs with, who has shown up to races with him, who is probably keeping his bed warm since-

"Who is this?" Max asks, hot anger boiling over his voice, replacing the previous lukewarm irritation. "What-"

"I'm a nurse calling from the Princess Grace Hospital," the voice interrupts, quick and professional, "Mr Ricciardo had an accident while out at a nightclub, intoxicated."

The words are icey water thrown over the furious fire in Max's gut. Goosebumps raise over his arms, his legs, his whole body as he throws the covers off, already scrambling for the jeans he shrugged off just before bed.

"An accident," he repeats, panic raising the pitch of his voice an entire octave, "is he-"

"Mr Ricciardo is fine," the voice interrupts again, smooth. "A few stitches in his arm where he cut himself on some glass in the bar, a bruised head from a fall. We have cleared the risk of a concussion. We just need someone to pick him up and take him home."

Relief threatens to choke Max, but then with it a sense of dread that coils tight in his stomach. It doesn't stop him from reaching for the keys of his fastest car, because he knows the answer already to the next question he asks.

"You want me to- To come and get him?"

"Yes," the man confirms, "He isn't sober enough for us to discharge him without a family or friend."

Max doesn't have the heart to tell this stranger that he isn't either anymore.

---

Sat on the edge of the hospital bed, Daniel has the nerve to look sheepish. It's obvious he's still a little drunk from the way he sways even sat down. It's obvious he's had more than just alcohol from the anxious way his foot is tapping against air, the bed too high for his feet to touch the ground.

"Hi Maxy," he says looking up to see Max standing in the doorway, and Max wonders when one nickname and the flash of a smile will stop him from remembering how happy he used to be.

At his sides, his fingers itch to reach out, to touch what Max knows too well are the softest parts of him, to make sure they are still warm.

"Daniel," is all he says instead, and for a moment they just stare at each other under the harsh glare of fluorescent hospital lighting. Then, "they called me, to come to get you."

Daniel nods, and then the nod dissolves into shaking his head from side to side as though moving it to music only he can hear.

"Yeah well," he snorts, "they think a few little stitches and a bash on the head is enough to require a babysitter. I did try to tell them I'm a badass race car driver and this-" he waves his left arm -"is nothing compared to my titanium hand, but-"

He punctuates his protests with a jerky shrug, and this is nothing like the Daniel that Max knows.

The Daniel Max knows would be pouting, asking if Max thought he was brave for doing it all alone. Better yet, the Daniel Max knows would have wanted Max here to hold his hand while the doctor threaded the needle through his skin. Would want Max to look after him afterwards, to make it all better with a kiss and buttery toast in bed.

With Daniel's arm still waving indignantly in the air, for the first time, Max looks at it properly. Before, he'd been too busy looking at his face, the red rim of his eyes, the dark circles underneath them, still so greedy to drink him in. At race weekends in front of cameras, he's made an art of looking away.

The bandages are thick, covering a lot of his forearm. The baby cupid with his bow is mostly covered, the delicate arch of his foot and toes are the only parts of him visible, peeking out from the bottom.

"Did it hurt?" Max can't help but ask, and it's stupid. That even after perfecting the hurt they caused each other with months of shouting matches, followed by even more of stone cold silence, the idea of Daniel in pain is still one that he can't quite stomach.

Daniel's gaze shifts down to fix on his own shoes as he answers.

"Nah," is all he says with another shrug. "Nah, I just- I'm tired mate, can you drive me home? Or to your place, I just- I need to sleep it off."

Max tries not to wince at the reminder that home and Max's apartment aren't the same thing to Daniel anymore.

"Okay," he says, nodding even though Daniel isn't looking at him. "Let me find the nurse, for your paperwork."

---

In the car, Daniel presses his cheek against the window and lets his eyes fall shut.

Months ago, in another life, Max could have told Daniel not to smudge the glass with his sweaty skin. Daniel would have giggle infuriatingly and told Max, you love my sweat. Maybe Max would have a hand on Daniel's knee. Maybe Max would have leant over at the traffic lights to lick his cheek and joke back, salty, my favourite.

Or maybe he would have got annoyed, like at the end, and told Daniel to stop being such a child.

"Did you ask them to call me?" Max asks eventually, just as the light turns green again. The question has been playing on his mind since the panic of being woken by a hospital phone call ebbed away.

On the other side of the windows, the sun is beginning to rise. A new day.

"No," Daniel says, his voice clear. More awake than he looks. "No they- I forgot to change my emergency contact info back to Blake."

Max bites the inside of his cheek and nods. It's not something he thought about, because it's not something he has had to do himself. His dad is still his number one 'in case of emergency' number, and his manager Raymond his number two. It's something they fought about, once, Max not understanding the big deal, but now-

Now, one day Daniel might get really hurt or worse, and it makes Max's stomach churn to realise he would have to hear about it from Instagram or the Daily Mail like everyone else who isn't special to him.

It's not until they pull up outside Daniel's apartment building that he opens his eyes again to see where Max is dropping him off. He looks disappointed, and then- Hurt.

It takes everything in Max not to tell him to wait, that he'll drive them back to Max's place, home after all. To promise that Daniel can sleep it off in their old bed, that Max will make him their usual hangover cure that Daniel teasingly nicknames 'Max-y-Million's breakfast of champions,' but-

It'd be too hard, to know that none of it would be real. That Daniel wouldn't stay, but that the images of him there amongst all of Max's things that used to be their things would. To feel the moment fade into another memory that haunts the apartment.

"Do you need me to walk you up?" Max offers instead, but he knows what the answer will be before Daniel speaks.

"I'm good," Daniel promises, face shuttering closed so Max can no longer see the soft vulnerability of his surprise at them winding up back here, at this crossroads again.

The last time Max had driven him here it had been with a car full of suitcases and cardboard boxes.

"Okay," Max says, and it's ironic how out of all the times he threw Daniel's immaturity in his face, he is now the one suddenly blinking back tears like a child. He fixes his eyes on his steering wheel, the bold yellow Ferrari badge, so he doesn't have to watch Daniel leave again.

The car door doesn't open.

"Maxy," Daniel sighs instead, and it's all it takes for the first tear to fall, to slide off his nose and into his lap. "Max, I-"

"Don't," Max pleads, even though he's desperate to know what Daniel might say.

I miss you. I love you. I hate you. I remember when we used to be easy, why can't it be like that anymore?

"Me too," he says, because no matter what it's the truth.

Daniel's fingertips on his cheek make Max jerk, the unexpected tenderness as he wipes away a tear startling him. When Max won't look at him, Daniel sighs again, a little harder. More softness Max has chipped away from him.

"I'll see you in Barcelona," is all he says though, and the next sound is the slam of the car door behind him.

#Maxiel #I haven't read anything that make me love them even more in so long #This is just perfect

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fp1 | bahrain 2024

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Daniel Ricciardo: Drive to Survive

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you wouldn’t be the first renegade to need somebody.

#maxiel #my heart!!

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#daniel ricciardo

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thinking of the frat bros au 😌

#max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #maxiel

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welcome back!!

i hope your break brings you good and i’m so glad to have you here again and read your wonderful work <33

Hello, hello, hello lovely anon !!

How are you?

The break did wonders for me. taking a step back felt necessary and now I feel less pressured to post or do stuff in this fandom. I feel like my creativity came back. I want to write one or two more fics already.

thank you so much for this lovely message. It really makes me happy

#anon #ask

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I just uploaded the (brand new) chapter of strip away my conscience!

Chapter 1 - My whole life, I've wanted to be bad

Chapter 2 - But when ever I tried, the result was always sad

Chapter 3 - Now I know A certain beau Who doesn't worry 'bout what'd decent or right

Chapter 4 - I'm ready tonight

Chapter 5 - Peel away my values Rip off my compassion with your teeth

Chapter 6 - So tell me 'bout your sins and shock me with their luridness (my personal favourite of this correction/re-read)

Chapter 7 - So how 'bout now You teach me how to be ruthless and cruel

Chapter 8 - Expose the dormant bitch that lies beneath

Chapter 9 - You devil Lead me to the dark side Like a lamb to the slaughter

Chapter 10 - Let me be your pupil Let me choke on your cocksureness

Chapter 11 - Pound away my morals Spank off all my kindness

Chapter 12 - Let's make war not love all night and day

Chapter 13 - Kiss around my sense of right and wrong, but not on it, it's sensitive - NEW

#strip away my conscience #it's only been a year and four months #but it's here

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small & smaller 💕👬🗣️

#daniel ricciardo #I want to ruin him #Jfc this might be my kink

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Chapter 1 - My whole life, I've wanted to be bad

Chapter 2 - But when ever I tried, the result was always sad

Chapter 3 - Now I know A certain beau Who doesn't worry 'bout what'd decent or right

Chapter 4 - I'm ready tonight

Chapter 5 - Peel away my values Rip off my compassion with your teeth

Chapter 6 - So tell me 'bout your sins and shock me with their luridness (my personal favourite of this correction/re-read)

Chapter 7 - So how 'bout now You teach me how to be ruthless and cruel

Chapter 8 - Expose the dormant bitch that lies beneath

Chapter 9 - You devil Lead me to the dark side Like a lamb to the slaughter

Chapter 10 - Let me be your pupil Let me choke on your cocksureness

Chapter 11 - Pound away my morals Spank off all my kindness

Chapter 12 - Let's make war not love all night and day

#last modification before an update #I'm at work all week without anyone to disturb me so this should go smoothly #also spent the weekend doing my best to not freak out about the lack of parallel with the real 2022 season bc it's been a year #and i forgot a few things about it

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ALL OF US STRANGERS 2023, dir. Andrew Haigh

#all of us strangers

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daniel ricciardo | 📍 bahrain international circuit, testing day one | 📸 thomas fuesller

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Daniel | Filming Day

#daniel ricciardo #fea

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Drive To Survive Season 6 Official Trailer

#daniel ricciardo