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astonmartinii · 3 months

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undercover verstappen | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem verstappen!reader

get you a girlfriend who will threaten mutiny to get you a seat at a competent team

based on this request: HI BABES I HOPE YOU ARE WELL! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM! So basically I have an idea for a (possible?) Smau series, so basically it's Charles leclerc × verstappen!reader, she is a reserve driver for redbull but is also maxs race engineer (idk if you call it that? The person that talks to them that one) so she's very involved with the team and f1 in general. The public doesn't know that her and Charles are dating, and they don't even think it as Charles and max "hate" eachother (they are both doing this to protect readers and Charles relationship, they are actually besties) and basically, reader has enough if ferraris tractor, so she's like 'I will get you too redbull' and then checo retires at the end of the 2023 season, and instead of taking the job when she was offered it, she asks if Charles could have it (obviously not publicised) and Christian is like "Yes very good idea" so he asks Charles who is uncertain at first but is then OK with the idea (he is worried about becoming a second driver to max but there is lots of reassuring that he won't be nd so he accepts) and then he goes on to win 2024 wdc (and wcc but irrelevant) and he's sad that he couldn't do it with ferrari omg that's long sorry babes - @lillians-world-is-f1

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redbullracing: checo has informed the team that he will be retiring from the sport at the end of the 2023 season. we thank checo for his service and all the good times, he will forever be a legend of this sport. VAMOS CHECO 👏

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user1: EXCUSE ME?

user2: they really thought they could drop this on a monday and we'd all be chill

maxverstappen1: i've heard tequila tastes even better when you're retired, congrats mate - we'll miss you

user3: wait does this mean it'll be double verstappen on the grid now?

user4: there's more than one of them?

user5: max's sister is the girl you'll hear on his radio and she's technically the reserve driver as well. so she might step up to the second seat now checo has retired

user6: idk about you but that spells trouble to me

yourusername: congrats checo! will miss you, carola and all the little ones x

schecoperez: you won't be able to get rid of them that easily, i'll be cashing in on some well earned babysitting hours

yourusername: can't wait !!!

user7: what i'm hearing is that there's a chance for a daniel return to red bull?

user8: double verstappen or maxiel i don't want to choose they're both my children

user9: i'm making an outside shout for a charles leclerc red bull era

user10: i am seeing the lestappen vision

user11: my personal headcanon is that both verstappens and charles are all besties and have always been besties

christianhorner: thank you for your service checo, first drink on me 👍

user12: i know christian is sweating having to make a choice between child no 2 y/n and child no 3 daniel

user13: idk i think daniel might have the edge

user14: if geri or max have anything to do with it we might have a team so dutch that the car will be orange next season

user15: christian punching the walls cause lando extended his mclaren contract literally last week 😭

EXCERPT OF RECORDING OF THE RED BULL GARAGE, ABU DHABI

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yourusername: verstappens take the city

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user18: i just know they are simultaneously the best people to party with but also the people you probably don’t want at a house party

yourusername: i’ll have you know i once plunged a toilet at a house party and disposed of a “sick sandwich” i am a DELIGHT

user19: and max?

yourusername: no comment

maxverstappen1: as if ! i don’t care if we’re blood im suing you for slander

yourusername: i watched you volley a vase at AD21

maxverstappen1: i paid for it !!! and you said it was a sick shot anyway FAKE

yourusername: you can say that cause personally i was not at fault of any of my actions that night x

user20: PLEASE MA'AM AT LEAST ONE SEASON OF DOUBLE TROUBLE PLEASE

user21: idk if i could deal with seeing jos verstappen every weekend tho...

user22: obsessed with how neither verstappen follow charles but here he be in her notifications again

user23: someone add it to the interaction spreadsheet i am CONVINCED it will one day lead to more

landonorris: lando norris erasure once again

user24: DID YOU WRITE THAT NOTE???

landonorris: hell no i'd rather peel my skin off than call the three raccoons disguised as a woman pretty

yourusername: good gosh we would've got the point without all of that

maxverstappen1: yeah lando only i'm allowed to call y/n the raccoons in a trench coat. know your place.

user25: so you do wanna tell us who wrote the note then?

yourusername: nope ;p

user26: only y/n and max have been spotted out so maybe it's just brotherly love

user27: LOL? MAX? BROTHERLY LOVE?

danielricciardo: invite seemed to get lost in the mail again

yourusername: either get a room or get out of my comment section

maxverstappen1: ???

user28: no maxiel red bull again. i don't think y/n's blood pressure can take it

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f1: ready to see them as teammates? charles leclerc has signed a deal with red bull to keep him at the team until 2028.

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user29: excuse me *clears throat* WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

redbullracing: welcome charles!!! no inchidents please

charles_leclerc: will we ever hear the end of that joke?

redbullracing: we know what the girlies want charles

maxverstappen1: you get used to it after a while. no ice bath thirst traps here though

charles_leclerc: phew 😥

user30: this little hoe pretending he didn't love it

user31: wait ??? does this mean what i think it could mean? GIRLFRIEND?

user32: i can't take leaving ferrari and a girlfriend in one day sorry

yourusername: welcome to the team charles :)

user33: don't think we forgot about the recording babe... IS THIS WHO YOU RECOMMENED?

danielricciardo: it better not be because if you recommended your lil boyfriend over sexy ol' me i'm gonna be real mad 😭

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user34: WE SAW THAT WHAT THE FUCK

maxverstappen1: daniel you are so fucking dumb

yourusername: MAX? IGNORE IT?

maxverstappen1: bro it's all over twitter you might as well take the moment to curse out daniel before christian confiscates our phones

yourusername: DANIEL JOSEPH RICCIARDO YOU RAT BASTARD I'M GONNA RIP WHATEVER REMAINING HAIR YOU HAVE LEFT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR SURPRISINGLY PERKY ASS. IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT YOU AND YOUR CHILD BEARING HIPS WILL NEVER GET CLOSE TO A RED BULL EVER AGAIN FOR EXPOSING A SECRET US THREE HAVE KEPT FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS

charles_leclerc: what she said

maxverstappen1: oop.

user35: well. can we keep going this is quite fun.

christianhorner: they're all in time out sorry

user36: okay well now that happened... when can we get "who knows me better my boyfriend or my brother" lestappen version 🤨

charles_leclerc: i would wipe the floor with him

maxverstappen1: of course you would you BIG FAT NERD

charles_leclerc: i thought christian took your phone?

maxverstappen1: as if he doesn't fall for the verstappen puppy dog eyes every time

charles_leclerc: you'll use them for me right babe, RIGHT BABE?

yourusername: idk charlie, this is family business

christianhorner: i've taken their phones again

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yourusername: my favourite men in the world doing what they do best

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user37: take me out back and shoot me already

christianhorner: interesting i don't see myself here and considering i pay your wages...

yourusername: dads go in different categories?

christianhorner: don't use my paternal instincts against me y/n

yourusername: say goodbye to your father's day card

christianhorner: NO I'M SORRY

user38: the way this proves that second red bull really was y/n's ...

user39: for real imagine loving a MAN so much you give it to HIM 🤮

user40: she also said in that recording at jos made it so bad for the two of them when they did compete that she no longer wanted to give the fans and the media the chance to do it either

charles_leclerc: oh wow that's crazy, you're my favourite woman ever

yourusername: don't be so rude to mama pascale

charles_leclerc: well other than mama obvioysly

yourusername: so i'm not your favourite, i see how it is

charles_leclerc: I AM SO CONFUSED SO I'M JUST GONNA SAY I LOVE YOU

yourusername: awww charlie i love you too

user41: okay i've known about them approximately two weeks and i love them your honour

maxverstappen1: i'm so much better than him y/n be real

yourusername: don't be such a sore loser maxy

maxverstappen1: don't get it twisted, i still won on track

charles_leclerc: not for long

yourusername: okay girlies leave the trash talk for the weekends this is being normal for the sake of y/n's mental health time

user42: good lord this trio is so dear to me

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maxverstappen1: best thing about winning is choosing the restaurant after - closely followed about the worst thing: third wheeling them.

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user43: max coming through with the y/n and charles content as he should

user44: i need him to open the vault cause i have not forgotten that y/n said this relationship is seven years old

yourusername: i think i had a wet dream about this sushi spread last night

maxverstappen1: as long as that's it, good.

yourusername: i don't need to have wet dreams anymore, the real thing is so much better

maxverstappen1: BLOCKED.

user45: i know y/n is elated to be able to publicly terrorise max with her relationship

user46: so does this mean that this is a system they've had for a while?

yourusername: room service is our middle names

charles_leclerc: maximilian can you please send the last pic to the shared album

maxverstappen1: on it 🫡

user47: SHARED ALBUM? I MIGHT DIE

yourusername: you two are such cutie patooties

maxverstappen1: but for real no being so cute on my jet again or just wait for me to go for my nap

charles_leclerc: heard and understood

yourusername: or maybe just get a life and stop being so lonely

danielricciardo: can i join for sushi or am i still banned?

maxverstappen1: eh, you could take y/n in a scrap

danielricciardo: she read my ass for filth on main i'm scared of her

charles_leclerc: she had you gagged

danielricciardo: and this litlle guard puppy agrees with whatever she says :(

yourusername: as he should !

maxverstappen1: don't try and fight it daniel, i've been in this losing battle for seven years

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charles_leclerc: life in blue could never be blue with you. i love you baby, thank you for giving me this opportunity, every trophy is for you x

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user48: GOD PLEASE SAVE ME PLEASE GOD SAVE ME FROM THIS SINGLE LIFE.

yourusername: i love you too charlie, i'd do everything and more for you. i'm happy you're happy x

charles_leclerc: you can't get rid of me at this point

yourusername: seven years strong, i'm stuck to you like glue

charles_leclerc: you'll have my last name (or i can take yours) next

maxverstappen1: you can give her a ring but you'll NEVER TAKE THE VERSTAPPEN NAME AWAY

yourusername: you good?

maxverstappen1: yeah but we must always be double trouble. not even THAT man will come between that

user49: this is the trio of my dreams i need a whole drive to survive ep or even spin off just following these losers around

danielricciardo: see how could you be angry that i would want to talk about all this cuteness ?

yourusername: we are cute, correct.

charles_leclerc: i'd use the words incredibly sexy but okay

danielricciardo: are you guys still angry? I'M TRYING TO COMPLIMENT YOU

yourusername: we forgive you daniel.

charles_leclerc: i was also kissing her on my first podium REGARDLESS

yourusername: you're so romantic 🥰

maxverstappen1: GAG.

user50: convinced that max will still be the biggest big brother asshole until he is in the retirement home

alexalbon: flexing the alex albon and lily mun he photography i see

yourusername: thank you for your service

lilymunhe: we can also keep a secret 🤫

danielricciardo: I SAID I WAS SORRY

charles_leclerc: we're gonna hold it over you forever buddy

danielricciardo: was taking the red bull seat not enough?

charles_leclerc: until i win a championship? yes.

fin.

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rb9 · 6 months

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it’s ✨maxiel✨ hours babyyyy

u ever see max smile like this around anyone else ?? i haven’t

TOUCHING

sleepy bfs

“do you miss me?” “do you miss me?” “i asked first”

#my bio says i have a maxiel agenda #i don’t lie #let’s be honest here i’m never not thinking about them #they are my besties they just don’t know it #just a little bit parasocial it’s all good #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #red bull racing #maxiel #maxy baby tag #danny ric tag

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blamemma · 7 months

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30 maxiel!!!

things I wish you’d said - this literally does not fit this prompt at all really, it does if you squint really hard at the end, but anyway :)) - 2,072 words - yes we're out of the depressed daniel era, but sometimes u just need to sit down and re-visit it for a lil cry

In the end, Daniel has to take a break from everything. Racing. Social Media. Public Events. Every One. Michael. His parents. Max.

He buys a converted van, featuring a sofa that pulls out into a single bed, a tiny kitchen, and a shower he can just about squeeze into, and heads out along the coast of Australia. He turns his phone off for the most part, only using it for Maps and to message the group chat his family forced him to set up every two days, a small update and a selfie, so they know he's okay, alive.

He avoids tourist trap areas; he received enough sympathetic looks and kind words in Abu Dhabi, can't face strangers who barely know who he is or what he feels, coming up to him and passing on their condolences.

He drives and drives and drives and drives.

Open road. Sandy banks. Rock faces and dried out trees. Open barren land with a singular road cutting through it.

He avoids busy restaurants and sticks to quiet bars. Drinks too much whiskey and then passes out on his too small, cold, bed. Stops off at vineyards he's been meaning to visit for years, stock-piles bottles of wine to gift his mum and dad when he eventually arrives back home.

Max had hated the idea. Had come stumbling out of the door of Daniel's home, sleepy-eyed from jet lag, when Daniel had driven up in the van after heading out early to collect it.

He'd looked perplexed, cocked his head as Daniel had clambered out of the driver's seat.

"What is this Daniel?" Max had asked. He'd walked forward to Daniel, still in his sleep clothes, an over-sized Enchanté shirt and tight boxers, arms lifted a little higher than his waist, looking to curl into the side of Daniel's body in the early morning sun that was already blisteringly hot.

"It's my van," Daniel replied. "I'm going to go away for a bit."

Max stopped in his tracks, his hands instantly forming fists at his sides, before stretching out his fingers again.

"What?" He asked again.

"I'm gunna go away for a bit Maxy. Just me. And the Australian Road. Get my head straight."

"No," Max had responded. Daniel knew this would be Max's reaction. It's why Daniel hadn't told him beforehand, had kept the secret since Brazil, an impulse purchase after he'd crashed out in his second-to-last race. "We have just got here Daniel. You are not going to go away on your own. You can stay here or I will come with you!"

Despite Max's defiant attitude, Daniel had won. He'd left Max at his home in Perth, the first time he'd visited as Daniel's boyfriend, a promise of barbeques with family and chasing each other on dirt bikes forgotten. They'd argued, they'd cried, they'd pleaded with each other to understand, but ultimately, Daniel's mind was set.

He hasn't spoken to Max in two-and-a-half weeks now. Doesn't know what he'd say. I miss you. Your love isn't good enough to fix me. I love you. I can't stand the way you pity me.

He doesn't even know if Max is still in Perth. He wouldn't blame him if he'd gone back to Monaco.

His decision had been finalised when his Mum and Dad had arrived in Abu Dhabi. The tears prickling at the corner of his mum's eyes as she'd pulled him in sent guilt washing over him. He'd failed. They'd sacrificed everything for him to drive. And he couldn't give them the one thing they deserved. A Championship.

He'd marked Exmouth as his stopping point, where he'd turn around and head back home, but he arrives, camps under the stars for two days, rents a boat and sits for hours with a fishing rod that's never successful and still doesn't feel complete. Whole. He'd imagined, in the days between Brazil and Abu Dhabi, that this would fix him. That a solo trip would give him all the answers. Show him whether he's happy with this being the end, or driven to find a way back.

Instead, he just feels lost and alone.

He clambers back into his van, pulls out the beaten-up map that came with the vehicle and tries to pick a new place to go. No where strikes inspiration in him though. The big bold lettering of PERTH near the bottom of the map taunts him over and over again and he scrunches the map up, throwing it at the windshield.

Across from where he's parked, just across his van on a grassed area sits a family, at a picnic bench, fitted with a barbeque. Two dads sat side by side, a young son and daughter sat opposite them. Daniel can't tear his eyes away from them, as the kids sit eagerly awaiting their dinner, laughing, conversing. They're happy.

He'd promised Isaac and Isabella in Abu Dhabi that when they got back to Perth, they could come round to his house, and they'd spend hours in the pool and have a large barbeque, and end the night around the fire with smores.

Instead, he'd been too chicken to say goodbye to them.

He'd promised Max that he'd take him hiking at his favourite spot. Take him out on a date to his favourite Italian restaurant. Promised trips to the farmers market, and out for brunch, and endless beach days. Promised him a winter break of relaxation. A Christmas at Daniel's parents, one filled with sunshine and shorts and a mountain of presents.

Instead, he'd made Max fly all the way out here, and then abandoned him. The guilt hadn't left him, not since he'd pulled out of his dusted driveway and away from Max.

He props his feet upon the dash and watches the family as they move about their evening. Burgers eaten far too quickly by the children. A plea from their fathers to at least try the salad they'd purchased. A rugby ball emerging from their bag that they kick around and throw to each other. Small gentle kisses shared between partners, an arm around the waist, one thrown around the shoulder. Kids piling on top of their dads as they fall to the ground in a tackle. Laughter. So much laughter. And joy. And happiness.

Daniel calls Max.

It rings and rings and rings. Then Max's voicemail sets in. Daniel tries again. It rings and rings and rings. He puts his phone down on the seat and starts his engine. He'll follow a road somewhere.

His phone rings. A photo of Max curled up asleep in the sheets of their Monaco bedroom fills the screen.

He answers immediately, clutching the phone to his ear. It's silent on the other end of the line.

"Max?" Daniel asks gently.

"Daniel," Max repeats back to him.

"Max." Daniel says again. "I miss you, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking, and I'm just so lonely and I hope you're okay, please tell me you're still okay. Are you still in Perth? I'm so sorry Max. I'm gunna drive home. Yeah? I'm gunna drive back okay. You'll be there right? When I get home? I'll make this up to you. Okay--I'll drive home tonight and then tomorrow we can do whatever you want. Whatever you want. " He's crying, and his words are coming out so fast, but the simple sound of Max's voice, the Dutch intonation speaking his own name, collapses him.

"Where are you?" Max asks. Daniel can hear his voice quiver on the other end of the line and a fresh wave of guilt washes over him. He should be there right now, Max shouldn't be feeling this way.

"I'm in Exmouth, it's almost at the tip of Western Australia. So it's about 13 hours to Perth but I can drive through the night Maxy, and then I'll be back home tomorrow. Yeah? Does that sound good?" Daniel selfishly, wants Max to beg him to come home, tell him how much he's missed him, and needs him. Daniel can't even tell if Max is still in Perth, too scared to outright ask.

"You should get some sleep Daniel. And then come home. You should not drive through the night you might crash. And then I will not be able to shout at you for all the horrible things you have done and I will have to attend your funeral with all these unresolved issues of course, so probably my speech would not be that good." The glimmer of teasing that comes through in Max's voice makes Daniel clutch at his chest in want.

"Yeah, okay baby, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" Daniel asks.

"Yes Daniel. Come home. I will cook dinner for you when you get back. We can have a lovely evening."

"Sounds good. I love you." Daniel responds.

"I love you also." Max says, and Daniel has to hang up quickly before Max catches on to his desperate sobs.

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He does what Max asks, and sleeps. Not very well, and not for very long, but the next morning, he starts the van up at 5am and drives, joins the open road and heads home. He turns the stereo up, his Max playlist on loud and proud, singing along to the lines that resonate most to him. Whenever he stops off for fuel, and snacks, he texts Max, updating him on his journey and when he'll be home. Max responds to Daniel's first message, when he'd left Max know that he was leaving Exmouth, with Drive safe ❤️, the second message with See you soon! 😁 and the third message with I hope your bum is not feeling too numb!

He pulls up onto his track road and into his driveway just after 8pm and is greeted with a house decorated and ready for Christmas. Lights strung across the porch, pretend Snowman's just beside the front door, mistletoe hanging from above the entranceway. Max had put out all his Christmas decorations from years past.

He's already crying as he fumbles to undo his seatbelt, and stumbles out the drivers door.

The tears start falling when he sees Max running out of the front door towards him, jumping over the steps of the porch and bounding towards Daniel. Max stumbles into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around Daniel and pulling him into him. Daniel collapses into him, exhaustion and want and love all seeping out of him.

"Your mum showed me where all the Christmas decorations were kept last week. I asked her if she could show me. I thought that maybe if you would come home, it would be nice for you to come home to." Max finally says, his voice shaking, speaking into Daniel's neck. "Isaac and Isabella helped. They kept on asking where you were. And I didn't have an answer for them Daniel. I had to tell them that you'd gone on a trip. And then they would ask when you were coming back and I would say I do not know. And then they would ask if we could go and join you and I said I do not think we can. You were cruel, Daniel. You were so cruel."

Daniel finally wraps his arms around Max, kisses the crown of his head and cries with him.

"I'm better now Max, I promise you, I am better." He whispers into his hair. Max's grip around his waist gets tighter, pulling him impossibly closer.

"You never said you were bad, Daniel. I could tell and I tried to help, but you would always shut me down. You never said--"

"I know baby, I know. I'm so sorry."

Max's hand comes to the back of Daniel's neck, holding him tight, his fingers moving through his hair. It's all Daniel needs, he's realised. Is Max. Is Family. Is simple moments.

They both stand there, crying, in each other's arms, birds singing above them, the last remnants of the evening sun warming their backs, until Max, pulls away, intertwining his hand into Daniel's.

"You have to come inside now and eat," Max insists, stepping forward and tugging Daniel's arm. "Your mum has been giving me food every few days and I think that Brad is going to have to work overtime."

Daniel laughs then, his first proper, from-the-gut, endearing, happy laugh, in a long time. Max watches him, the way his eyes light up and his broad smile make up his whole face.

Daniel's back.

Daniel's home.

#this is like....something.....lots of holes that should have way more details probably but yeah #western australia tourism ad inspired with a big splash of depressed mclaren daniel era sprinkled in :))#dr #mv #maxiel #my fic

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catofthecanals289 · 11 months

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all the lights

a maxiel drabble for my beloved @lilyrizzy Happy Birthday, the world is suhc a wonderful place simply for having you in it. I love you so much. (contains medical stuff and mpreg [sort of, it’s complicated])

The answer is no. It was ’no’ twenty minutes ago and it’s still a no now.

Daniel doesn’t want to leave. He is not going to leave, that’s what he told them when they asked for the first time, the second time, but the third –

“Sir,” the nurse or midwife or doctor, Daniel doesn’t know, doesn’t care says, having sat down on the chair next to him. “Surgery will take a bit longer still, you are not missing anything by going up to the unit. But you are missing something by stay here. Please, consider.”

What’s there to consider? Daniel doesn’t ask.

He presses his lips together, tilts his face away, fixing his eyes on a spot on the floor. His leg keeps bouncing, his hands clam and sweaty, grasping each other. His heart hasn’t stopped hammering against his ribs for hours. Not since he woke up to Max’s panicked voice, finding blood between his legs.

Days have passed since that moment, but according to the clock, it’s not even been two hours.

“Sir,” the woman says again, brows drawn together when Daniel glances at her.

“Max’s here. So I’m here,” he says tightly, voice feeling rough, unused.

Has he spoken since they took Max from him? Since they wheeled him into the operating room? Since he called Max’s name, desperate, and Max turned his head, skin pale, eyes wide. He’d opened his mouth but the door had shut before he could.

“And your daughters are upstairs,” the woman pushes.

Daniel –grimacing, eyes squeezed shut- nods. “Yeah, well.”

“They need you.”

“Right.”

He shakes his head, lips pinched together.

“They do.”

“For what?” he looks at her again and he can tell she’s taken aback by his cutting tone, but-

She puts her hand on his shoulder, a small, cautious smile on her lips, eyes almost pleading. “You’re their dad. They need you.”

“I’m- Right, yeah. No. I-” He shakes his head again, leg bouncing, heart racing. He can’t fucking look at her. She must think he’s a terrible person and maybe he is. Maybe he’s been a terrible person throughout this entire pregnancy but- “I need to be here. I need – Max.”

He gestures in the direction of the operating room.

They weren’t ready. This wasn’t supposed to happen. So soon. And not like this.

32 weeks, that was the goal. 32 weeks so the babies would be big enough to not- So they’d be stronger. Their lungs, and- And so much. Daniel listened to the doctors, he swears he’d listened, but- They have a calendar at home at the fridge and just the day before yesterday Daniel crossed off the 28 week mark. They only just-

Max had watched from the bed, directing Daniel, handing him the marker, hand on his bump and he’d told Daniel, when Daniel had counted the weeks that were left and only gotten paler, that everything would be okay. That he was excited to meet them. Their girls. And wasn’t Daniel?

But Daniel is a terrible fucking person and all he wanted, all he wants now, is for Max to be okay.

“We can make a new one,” he’d told Max when they first found out, terrified and confused beyond anything. “We just- Max. Max, c’mon. Please.”

He’d wanted an abortion. They’d told them it was safest. That Max- Max’s body wasn’t made for this. He had the parts, yes and none of them fucking knew until- But his body wasn’t fucking meant to do this. It was dangerous. He could die. None of the do doctors, none, none of the experts and specialist-

But Max had wanted to try, hadn’t wanted to make a new baby through surrogacy, or have one by adoption. He’d wanted this. Their miracle baby, growing inside his body against all odds and logic. And Daniel had nodded and said “okay,” and there were moments where he’d thought he could do this, could be a dad. But he was wrong. He was so fucking wrong. He can’t do any of this. There is still blood on his hands and if Max dies-

“Wouldn’t Max want you to at least go see them?” the woman asks voice even gentler now, and fuck, Daniel has to wipe at his eyes again. “When he gets out of surgery, he’ll want to hear how they are doing.”

“You can tell him,” Daniel croaks, tasting salt on his lips.

He doesn’t know shit anyway. Even if he went to see the girls, he- What does he know? Jack shit. He doesn’t- They don’t even have names yet. They couldn’t decide and now-

“He’ll want to hear it from you,” she insists, and she’s right, but-

“He might fucking die,” he says, trying and failing to smile. “He might not ever hear anything I tell him ever fucking again, so-”

“So all the more reason to,” she cuts him off. “Sir, there really is nothing you can do here right now. But you can do this.”

He can’t. He really, really can’t. Every step he takes makes him feel more sick. He’s lead through a corridor. A door, another door, another corridor. There are signs and numbers and he can’t read any of them, can’t look at the pictures on the walls a t the people they pass, not that there are many. It’s still- The sun hasn’t even risen yet, it’s not-

“Congratulations, c’mon in,” a woman, smaller than the one before says, kind smile on her lips, paired with her words it feels almost mocking though.

He stares at her and right, they are in front of a door, two names written on colorful cards.

Verstappen 1, Verstappen 2.

“What-” he says, gesturing to the cards.

“Oh, because there weren’t names yet. Or have you picked?” the woman says.

Her name tag ready Hailey, Daniel can’t remember if she told him or when he’s been handed over to her, his head is still spinning and he’s pretty sure he might throw up.

“We- No. We hadn’t- We thought we still had time, I-“

“That’s okay, don’t worry,” she says, offering another smile. “Lots of parents haven’t decided on names yet when it’s baby time. Even if it’s full term pregnancies. Just tell us when you know, yes? Now.” Her smile widens a little. “Would you like to meet your daughters?”

“Just- I need to go back downstairs?” he says, turning to look where- but he doesn’t know. Which direction was he- How is he going to get back? He doesn’t-

There’s the nurses’ station right there, eyes on him, whispers.

“Well, how about we just go in and I introduce you, yeah?” Hailey says, unperturbed. “Now, I need you to take off all jewellery on your arms and hands. Watches, bracelets, rings – that includes wedding rings. Then please wash your hands very thoroughly at the sink and then when your hands are dry disinfect them. This is very important you need to do that every time you come here. No exceptions. We also need to talk quietly. No loud noises in this room please.”

He nods.

She opens the door.

“So, the girls are doing well,” Hailey says, as they walk up to the first of the – the incubators. The lights are dim in the room, but there’s still some sort of blanket over it, but she removes it and then- “This is number 1. She and her sister both need some help breathing still, which is to be expected at 28 weeks. They are also very small for their gestational age, which we assume is due to the conditions, which- Well.”

She smiles, a little awkward now.

The conditions. She means Max’s womb. Max’s hormonal situation. The way the placenta attached, how it couldn’t- Max wasn’t made for this. Or not- Only sort of. Just- It wasn’t ideal. Not for Max or the babies. Just a fucking fuck up from nature and now Daniel is a father and so is Max but Max might die and there is a tiny little creature lying in a plastic box in front of him, stuff strapped to its little face, frail, twig like limbs tucked in close to its body, chest rising and falling so quickly, wires everywhere and-

“So she’s got 725 grams, and her sister is at 680 grams, which-”

“I don’t know what that means, I don’t-” He shakes his head, throat tight, stomach twisting.

She’s- His- Their girl. She’s- She’s so fucking small, he doesn’t-

“Oh, 25.57 ounces,” Hailey explains. “That’s her. And our little lady over there, she’s got 23.98.”

“That’s-”Again he shakes his head, having to turn around. “That’s too small. That’s not- No. That’s-”

“That is very small, yes,” Hailey allows. “But, sir. Right now they are doing well and we are monitoring them. “They get some help breathing, but thanks to the RDS prophylaxis your- The mo- Your partner received their lungs are doing pretty well. The girls are both breathing on their own. They received surfactant already. No brain bleeds so far, and-”

“Okay, yeah, I- I gotta go back downstairs,” Daniel cuts in. “I’ve got to- Max- My partner, he is still in surgery, so.”

“Oh.” She blinks. “Oh, sure, yes, but, if you- Well, it would be so incredibly beneficial for your babies to get skin to skin contact? It’s- We call it kangaroo care and-”

Daniel laughs, he can’t help it. It’s a shrill, crazy little sound and before Hailey can say anything there’s a cry.

A tiny, barely there, barely audible cry, coming from behind Daniel. Coming from - her.

She-

Daniel turns around and there she is, her little miniature face twisted into a grimace, little mouth quivering and the sound she makes- IT shatters his heart-

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, love,” he whispers quickly, desperately, hands flying, helpless in front of the plastic wall. “I’m- Shit. What- Just- Because I’m Australian, I was-”

He looks at Hailey, terrified. She needs to do something, she needs- His little girl is crying. She’s crying and she’s just so small.

“It’s okay, you just startled her,” Hailey says softly. “The loud noise. It’s okay. We’ll just- You know she is still adapting. She’s not- We always say they need a little bit, to truly arrive, you know? To the world? Everything is so much for them. The noise, the light, everything. So we try our best to shield them, but positive stimulation is just as important as shielding them from negative one. And part of that is skin to skin. It’s- She needs you, sir. They both do.”

She’s still crying. It’s a pitiful little sound, not like the baby cries Daniel remembers form Isaac or Izzy or Leo.

“But Max-”

“Labor and delivery will call us,” Hailey says. “They’ll inform us and we’ll inform you. I promise. Now, please. It’s really, really so important for your babies. ”

She tells him to take off his shirt. She puts him in a chair that reminds Daniel of a sun lounger except he’s not getting a tan. His heart is beating out of his chest. He’s lying there shirtless and terrified and Hailey and another nurse who introduced herself as Abby hand him tubes and wires and then- then There’s first one baby on his chest and then another. Two tiny little creatures. They tell him to hold him. Put his hands on their backs as they sort out the wires and tubes and everything and his fucking- One of his finger is bigger and longer than each of their legs and their hands-

“Are they- Is this-” This can’t be right. This can’t be- They are too small for him to hold, to lie on his chest and be covered by towels. They fucking- There’s a heating lamp, they need- “Shouldn’t they go back in the boxes?”

„The incubators?“ Abby asks, frowning. “Oh, no, not his is best for them. Skin to skin. With mom. Or dad. It’s the best for them really. Helps them stabilize their temperature and heartrate, breathing, everything.”

“Yeah, but-”

Daniel feels so helpless, useless. He’s just- He’s nothing, no one. He just- They don’t even know him. They grew inside Max, they know him, his heartbeat, his voice, Daniel just-

“They know your voice too,” Hailey says, almost like she’s read his mind. “So you can talk to them quietly. Sooth them if they need it.”

But they don’t. They are both quiet now. Both just there where the nurses put them on Daniel’s chest, bellies down, heads tilted towards each other, little hands on Daniel’s skin, it’s- It might be the most surreal thing Daniel has ever experienced. Three hours ago it was just him and Max in bed together and now he’s alone in a hospital room with their daughters and Max-

“Can you call?” he asks, keeping his voice low, despite its tremble. “Down to- Ask how he’s doing? Max? He-”

“Of course.”

Two hours pass before the door opens again and it’s not just Hailey or Abby, but both of them as well as two other people in scrubs and a bed. A bed with Max inside and a number of things attached. IV pumps and stuff, Daniel thinks, but he has no eyes for any of that. Just Max. Max who seems to barely be able to tilt his head, looking around, looking for-

“Max,” Daniel croaks and on his chest one of the babies splays her fingers, almost making him choke up again. “Maxy, hey. Hi. How-”

“I’m okay,” Max croaks, voice hoarse and barely there, probably because of the tube they had shoved down his throat for surgery.

“He lost a lot of blood,” someone Daniel doesn’t know says. “And we are admitting him to the ICU so this is just for ten minutes tops, I’m sorry, but-”

“Let’s just sort this,” Hailey cuts in, smile on her face.

There’s a flurry of motion then, pushing around of equipment, adjusting tubes, wires, everything and it seems like a whole lot of work but Daniel doesn’t care because by the end of it they have somehow managed to fit Max’s bed next to the chair Daniel is in, the tubes of baby 2 sort of half under Max’s pillow who looks even paler than before, exhausted and only half awake.

“Hi,” he says, and his hand-

“I can’t,” Daniel whispers. It kills him not to reach out, not to take Max’s hand, but. “I got-”

“Oh,” May blinks and then Abby leans over pulling back the towels a bit so Max can see the girls. “They are so little.”

“Yeah.” Daniel nods, but he manages half a smile, tears gathering in his eyes again. “They are. and they’d really like names, I think. And meet their papa.”

“Oh,” Max says again. “Hi, babies. It is your papa.”

#maxiel fic #maxiel writing #i wrote this for my bestie #but yall can read it too if you want #some of you may know i have complicated thoughts on mpreg #this is how it works for me #and do not come for me becaus ehte nurse says upstairs and rules may dictate the NICU and labor and deliver yneed ot be on the same level #shhh #it sounded better in the dialogue

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onboardsorasora · 1 month

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soul meets body

So I just listened to death cab for cutie on repeat and this happened. I hope it hits the vibe I was going for. Uhm I do have to post a trigger warning so it'll ruin the 'surprise' but I'm hoping my pacing makes up for it

tw: suicide. not overt or graphic but it's there. also, some abuse.

maxiel. 782 wrds

Daniel looked back with a fond grin when he felt Max’s hand close around his.

His Max, the love of his life. His Great Love. Soulmates tied by the red string of fate and separated by life and circumstances.

Max’s answering grin was one of Daniel’s favourites, framed by the darkness of the surrounding woods and the light of the full moon. Max giggled, a happy sound. One they don’t hear too much of since his dad returned from deployment.

Daniel’s hand clenched over Max’s, stopping in their trek to pull him close and lavish in his attention. Languish in the feeling of Max’s body against his. Of them both being here and present. Daniel hummed a melody that had Max slipping his eyes closed and resting his head against Daniel’s. He hummed as well, swaying them in place as if dancing their first dance at their wedding.

A fantasy they both knew would never come to fruition.

Jos would never allow them to be together and Joe will never allow Daniel to further put himself in harm’s way.

“Where the soul meets body…” Daniel whispered the lyrics, his other hand clutching the back of Max’s head. The hardness of his cast shifting the strands.

“I love you Daniel.” Max whispered into Daniel’s ear. He ignored the memories of his father yelling at him that he didn’t know what love was. That he couldn’t.

‘We should run away together.’ Max had said, holding a towel to Daniel’s face. ‘As long as I’m with you’ Daniel had rasped out, the fingerprint shaped bruising around his neck lurid.

‘Meet me by the tracks, tomorrow.’

Max had waited for hours, shaking the panic and trepidation from his bones. That Daniel changed his mind. That he didn’t want him. He’d gone to the house that evening to see Michelle staring at him sadly in the yard. Joe had secreted Daniel away in the middle of the night.

He should have known when Jos was gleeful upon waking, knew that something important happened for him to look so excited with life when all he’d brought back with him from the military was pain and trauma that he insisted on passing down to his son.

Daniel hadn’t come back until the fall. The entire summer dragged on with the absence of his presence. School was shit and rumors flew. But no matter what the plan was, Joe couldn’t keep them away from the rest of his family. Daniel came back with a sunny smile, and a scar on his face from the beating Jos bestowed.

They learned their lesson. Meeting and loving each other in secret. Daniel shared the music that reminded him of Max while he wasted away on his grandparents’ farm in the country. The song he had on repeat whenever he wanted to feel like Max was near.

“I love you Max.” Daniel whispered back. They had been good. They had been so good. But it wasn’t enough. Not with Jos lurking around. It would never be.

‘Lets run away.’ Max had said, kneeling at Daniel’s legs while he sat on a hard chair in the hospital.

‘Where Maxy? He’ll always find us.’ Daniel said sadly. He would go anywhere Max wanted, without question.

‘Dan..’

‘Anywhere Maxy. Anywhere with you.’ Daniel had spoken into his hair.

‘Where the soul meets body.’

There was a noise in the distance and the two sprung apart before laughing gaily. They took off in a run, dodging trees and going down the small hill. They stopped at the bottom of the slope and Max felt his heart pound as he pulled Daniel with him.

They stopped in the middle of the tracks, holding each other's hands between them as they stared into each other's eyes. Daniel reached up with his good hand to wipe off a smear of blood that they missed. It was still damp enough to move freely. The rest was on the floor and the clothes they left at Max’s house.

The sound came again, the braying of a train horn. Closer.

“I love you Max.” Daniel whispered, his heart hammered in his chest as adrenaline soared. He only had eyes for Max. His Maxy.

“I love you Daniel.” Max said with a grin, eyes squinting in their emotion as a light breached the bend of the wooded area. He was so happy, felt so free. Jos would never find them again, never hurt Daniel again.

The horn blared again, louder, as the earth shook with the heaviness.

They smiled at each other, dopy in love grins. Max leaned in for a kiss that Daniel wholehearted returned, clutching each other close as the light got closer.

#i hope its good. i got some goosebumps writing it #i havent reread or edited soooo i hope its good lol #maxiel #max/daniel #my fic #tw talk of suicide #tw talk of abuse

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deltaromeo3 · 1 year

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missing maxiel hours </3

#daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #maxiel #red bull racing #my two overgrown babies #f1 #formula 1

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boxboxlewis · 9 months

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🔀 for rule 63 maxiel pls!

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, Neutral Milk Hotel (can be read as a sequel to this but should stand alone also HOPEFULLY)

One of the best things about Daniel is that she never thinks Max is weird. Max wants to relax from a race weekend by going on the sim for hours: Daniel just kisses the top of her head and brings her a water bottle so she stays hydrated. Max orders the same thing each time they get delivery, even in the off-season when they can eat what they like: Daniel grins like it's the most charming thing in the world.

(More private, most private, is that Max has her particular preferences during sex, and Daniel doesn't mind, doesn't sigh about it or roll her eyes: just loves Max and takes Max's strap like she's hungry for it, opens for Max so sweetly, always. Kisses Max like she's enough.)

But is it enough, is the question. They're in bed one day, lazily making out, Max's cunt just starting to ache, arousal squirming in her belly. She gets the duvet bunched up between her thighs, and it's good, she can definitely come like this, but... "Daniel. I want your fingers," she says, and Daniel looks at her, confused, because it's been pretty firmly established by now that Max doesn't actually want anyone's fingers anywhere near her cunt.

"Not in my pussy," she says. "I thought—in my mouth."

Daniel sucks in a breath. "I—yeah, ok. Ok, Maxy, I've got you."

Max hasn't fucked anyone with a dick for years and she doesn't miss it, generally, but there's something about having her mouth filled, lips stretching, throat opening, mouth filling with spit, eyes watering: and having Daniel like that, Daniel's fingers hot and probing in Max's mouth, it's perfect. Max squeezes her thighs against the duvet, and comes with Daniel's fingers against the back of her throat.

#🔀 fics #once again i am on my 'more weird sex in fic' soapbox #MORE! WEIRD! SEX!#my fic #maxiel #rule 63 #mv33 #dr3

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wolfiemcwolferson · 1 year

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I’m in my feels about Charles’ having a Seb helmet and also in my Maxiel feels because of a conversation with a friend so here is a thing.

Maxiel: The Helmet

Most of Daniel’s friends aren’t here and that’s ok. There’s a party waiting for him in 6 different countries and he plans on hitting them all like some kind of fan service retirement thing so no one worries too much.

But he’s looking forward to Christmas - where he plans on turning off his phone and forgetting about everyone and everything.

He’s currently staring at the Lance DTS meme that another acquaintance has sent him because they think it’s funny. “You love the sport but it just don’t love ya back.” Sure, Danny had made that joke himself, but he was allowed to do that. It hurt coming from other people.

There was no F1 fanfare for him either - the sport he bled for, the one that kept him from his family for two years, the one he’s missed birthdays and funerals and weddings and time for.

Of course, Seb was getting a proper fucking send-off. Daniel was getting a reserve seat and he knew he’d never see the inside of a car at lights out again unless something bad happened, and no matter what, he couldn’t wish that on anyone - not any of these guys.

It’s Charles’ helmet that breaks him though. The helmet for Seb. You love the sport and sometimes it just don’t love ya back.

And the worst part is he had told them all not to do anything. He was a reserve driver. He’d still be around. Don’t worry about making a big deal about it, I’ll be back.

He didn’t expect anyone to actually take him seriously…he expected something.

Danny is tired now, counting the hours until he can bolt. Ready to drink a bottle of wine on a flight and not have Michael glare at him passive aggressively.

Danny’s helmet isn’t special - the same design he’s had all season - because he didn’t want to remember this. But maybe he did and maybe he’s bitter and maybe he doesn’t deserve a full time seat ever and -

He’s tugged sideways suddenly and he nearly loses his balance but then Max is righting him with that gentle smile on his face that he gets for people he actually considers friends. Danny hadn’t seen it this week after everything, but there it is.

“Hiya, Maxy. What’s up?”

Max beams and whispers, “come with me.” And then he’s waving at people in the RBR garage as they walk past them and towards Max’s driver room.

Daniel feels like he should leave. Even if he has a contract with these guys that technically starts in two days - he’s in McLaren Orange and he sticks out, but Max doesn’t let go and they keep walking.

“I, of course, did not change anything. It is still gold, and my lion is the same as always, but -“ Max pulls Daniel through the door of his driver’s room and slams it shut behind him. Daniel has flashbacks of - well, not the time for that.

“Max, what?” Daniel asks, confused and a little tired.

“I know it is not your last race ever, but it felt important to me,” Max is still rambling - quick and nervous like he does when he’s unsure if he did something wrong, and then he picks up his helmet, the gold one with two stars on the back. “You will have a seat in 24, but I wanted to -“

Max turns the helmet around and taps on the place underneath the two gold stars. The number 3.

Max put a - a 3 on his helmet for Daniel.

For Daniel’s last race.

“I know things have been hard for us, since-“ Max waves a hand between them, and it’s met to encompass everything between them. “But you are still one of my best friends and you helped make me the driver I am today and -“

He shrugs and Daniel pulls the helmet from his hands with shaky fingers, placing it back down on the table.

“Thank you,” Daniel says, before he hugs Max, winding his arms around his waist and squeezing him close. “Thank you.”

Max puts his chin directly on top of Daniel’s head somehow and says, “Yes, well you are important to me. And I am glad you are coming home.”

Daniel squeezes Max tighter. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was coming home in more than one way.

#tiredtiredsharl #maxiel #max verstappen #mv33 #dr3 #daniel ricciardo #I am in my feelings #leave me here to die

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gokartkid · 1 year

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maxiel university student au

Max has never been so simultaneously grateful and angry that the study center was 24/7.

He's trying to cram for an assignment that he left too late working on a different, equally as important essay. It's due at 9 in the morning, which he thinks is sociopathic because it gives people that little bit of hope that they might work on when they wake up.

In his case, he's going through the night to finish it.

The table a few ones down from his has this guy that keeps humming along to a song too loudly for 1 in the morning, and has been tossing bits of paper into the bin basketball-style for the last half hour. Kobe- and a miss, in a steady rhythm.

White scraps with dark lines on them are scattered all over the floor.

Max walks over to give him a piece of his mind, except that he's really apologetic when Max confronts him. They strike up a conversation after that, and the guy says his name is Daniel.

He squints up at Max, and then says,

"Hey, you're that German kid who was at the formula student showcase right?"

Max shuffles his feet and says, "yes. Uh, yes I was there."

He doesn't say anything about the German comment. He's gotten used to people somehow being so off the mark with his accent, homogenising all of the European students into French or German. Spanish too, if they felt particularly cultured.

Max didn't do much on the team, still only in first year, basically tagging along and doing calculations that nobody else wanted to.

He asks Daniel if he's in engineering, awkwardly; he could be a part of the cohort above his, but he would definitely recognise Daniel from class if they were in the same year. Daniel laughs like he's said something really funny, and says no, no, I'm in the fine arts programme actually.

Max bites back the first comment that comes into his head, disturbingly similar to his dads voice saying, 'and what will you do after you graduate?'

Daniel seems to pre-empt this though, or maybe reads it on his face.

Max has been told before that he shows exactly what he’s thinking.

"Yeah, bachelor of fuck all, bachelor of farts, I've heard it," he waves his hand in the air, "hopefully I'm paying all this money for the networking and connections and a future spot in a gallery but— y'know. What are you then? Engineering?"

Max nods. Of course he's doing engineering. It's the degree that people like him just, do.

“What are you out here this late? Studying?”

“It’s this assignment,” Max is reluctant to talk about it, knows fully how boring it is, even if to him, it’s exciting. He’s learned to read peoples faces and see exactly when their eyes drop and they’re nodding along not listening to a word he’s saying.

Except, Daniel does seem interested. Uneducated on it, sure, but actually asking the right questions, trying to learn more.

“Hey, just move your stuff over here then, you look too sad all by yourself over there.”

Max takes him up on it— doesn’t say anything about how Daniel had been sitting on his own, too.

#my fic #asks #mv33 #dr3 #maxiel #university au #f1 #this was just sitting in my drafts for ages… wahh

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fahatesyou · 1 year

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Hybrid/FishMax Au Snippet

(Mature, some references to Fish biology, Maxiel)

Just a small snippet of my last work in process, maybe this won’t make the Final Cut and I will change it for something else but… it has been sitting on my drafts for so long I may just let it out for some feed back, let me know what you think!

“It’s your fault.” Max said, stepping out of his tight jeans on his way to the bathroom, mindlessly leaving a trail of dirty clothes behind him.

Daniel followed him, too dumbstruck to fight back Max’s accusations. His stomach was evidently bloated, like he had eaten too many slices of pizza in one sitting.

Brad had warned him briefly, just some cryptic words that now made so much more sense than a few hours ago.

At the time Brad’s words could had meant a lot of things; Daniel didn’t spect to find Max full of eggs.

“You just won’t stop touching it.” Max groaned, his pale skin almost shining under the bathroom’s lights. Daniel wanted him to turn around to see more, to get a better look. “That’s why it’s back.”

He dipped his toes to test the water briefly and let out an unpleased sound, sinking himself into the tub anyways.

“Sorry.” Daniel apologized, not really knowing why, just too busy glaring at Max’s soft belly hiding under the water.

Eggs. Max’s stomach full of eggs.

Stomach? Uterus?

Daniel didn’t fucking know.

He had been touching Max’s slit. The consequences of that had been a mystery to Daniel until now.

Of course he knew Max was a hybrid, everyone knew, for better or for worse, Max was one of the few hybrids on the grid, and had smugly silenced most critics since the day his debut was announced.

Max had completely shut down the doubts of those old school pricks about a water hybrid chances of winning a race that didn’t involved a pool.

Daniel had seen Max’s gills countless of times back when they were teammates, so the whole goldfish parts of Max weren’t exactly a revelation to Daniel once both their clothes had came completely off.

Jos had been a proud shark, there was nothing Jos liked talk about more than his depredator instincts and how unfair being a sea hybrid in F1 surrounded by mammals was for him.

It all stank of bullshit to Daniel, Jos complaints had sounded to Daniel’s ears like a bunch of lame excuses for his actual lack of talent.

It was always such a annoying thing to Daniel growing up; having to hear the rest of the hybrid kids and their families excuse themselves on their biology for their failures.

Daniel never wanted to be more than a human. He didn’t need no extra body parts to win a race.

And then there was Max.

Daniel never found Max ashamed of being an hybrid, but it was definitely the last thing Max ever wanted to talk about when it came to racing. That was mostly why he liked Max more than any other teammate he had before. Max didn’t treat Daniel like some poor clueless guy who was missing something. Max liked racing and Daniel liked Max.

It was all it matter.

Sex with Max was a little bit more complex.

Daniel liked to think of himself as someone open minded, nowhere close to a prude. He had fucked men before Max came along, and even some memorable hybrid girl in Brazil whose tail rapped around Daniel’s cock while he was eating her out. He enjoyed it very much, just like the rest of the stuff he did in bed with his partners. Daniel had been around enough to not be surprised anymore, and a tail or a pair of furry ears weren’t the end of the world.

He wasn’t fucking ready for Max’s pussy.

Slit.

That was what Max called it.

So. Max’s slit.

They spent the first weeks of their relationship dry humping and jerking each other off, maybe Max’s lack of balls should had been an initial warning, but hybrids were so complicated creatures Daniel just didn’t pay it no mind.

At first, Max refused to let Daniel touch him anywhere near his soft opening.

So it took a couple of secretive glances and some personal research for Daniel to figure out Max had been lying to him all time long.

Max had told him his slit was nothing but a mating body part, that it didn’t really do anything more than lay eggs each time his estrus came along.

It was bullshit. Or so did the Internet claim.

But Daniel didn’t want to push, and he wasn’t raised to be an asshole. Max had his boundaries, his things he didn’t like and things he loved.

It was just the wet sound of the lips hiding between Max’s legs as he squirmed on the bed from Daniel sucking his dick what was enough to break the self control of even the most honorable of men.

Daniel hasn’t in fact stop touching Max’s slit since.

The first time he fucked Max was like discovering sex all over again.

He was hot and warm in some indescribable ways that couldn’t be compared to the women Daniel had slept with. The brain melting tightness of his slit became Daniel’s kryptonite.

They had spent all off season finding out how many ways there were for Max to come on Daniel’s cock. It had took some hard earned swaying but when Max had finally agreed and parted his legs to let Daniel inside his precious untouched entrance, there was no coming back.

So now Max’s mating cycle had came back.

And apparently, Daniel’s dick was pretty much to blame.

#Fish Max #snippet #fic idea mostly #maxiel #ignore the typos please you know I’m bad at grammar

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semperama · 2 years

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Sorry about your anxiety, I hope you feel better soon ❤️

Fluffy prompt: Maxiel, "You look good in the morning sun"

Daniel never stays the entire night. If he sneaks out in the wee hours, that means it isn’t real, isn’t serious. So when he rolls ever and sees the sun streaming through the curtains, a golden slice of it falling across Max’s chest, he panics.

His pants are somewhere on the floor, and his phone is probably in them. He has no idea what time it is, but he bets he’s already missed texts from Michael. Yesterday’s race still weighs on him, and he feels like he’s still covered in sweat and road grit even though he’s had multiple showers since then, but this job doesn’t come with many breaks. Just one more reason he should have been back in his own hotel room by now. Michael side-eyes him when he spends too much time with Max as it is. Says it distracts him. Sometimes Daniel just wants to—

He sighs, runs his hands over his face, then flips the sheets away and sits up. He meant to be quiet, but beside him, Max stirs some, rolling his head to the side and flinging one arm up over his head. Daniel looks over his shoulder at him and thinks about pressing his thumb to the crease between Max’s brows, smoothing it away. Instead, he gets to his feet and starts picking up his clothes.

He has an armful and is about to head for the bathroom to clean up when an arm wraps around his waist from behind and fingers wrap around his wrist, squeezing until Daniel drops most of his clothes reflexively. “Stop,” Max says in his ear. He presses against Daniel, bare skin to bare skin, his soft cock nestled against the back of Daniel’s thigh. “Don’t go yet.”

Daniel swallows hard against the painful lump in his throat. This is why he doesn’t stay. It’s easier to slip out right after they fuck. It's easier to kiss Max, rough and perfunctory, scrub down in the shower, and then wave at him from the doorway, tell him he’ll see him at home or at the track. It’s easier when he can barely see Max’s face in the dark.

“I have to,” Daniel says. He flexes his wrist against Max’s grip, and Max gentles but doesn’t let go.

“Why? What do you have to do?”

Max doesn’t take hints. He barely responds even to bluntness. Daniel imagines what would happen if he told Max, “I have to go, because seeing you in the morning makes me want to keep you all to myself, forever,” and he knows Max would only frown at him, confused, and say something stupid like, “So keep me then,” not knowing exactly what he was agreeing to, just willing to say anything to get Daniel to do what he wants, give him what he wants.

“You think I have my schedule memorized?” Daniel says, making his voice light, a joke. “I have people for that. But I do know there’s always something.”

A tug at his wrist, and Daniel finally turns around, though he takes his time letting his gaze work his way up from the ground, lingering on the smear of dried come on Max’s hip and the pink marks Daniel sucked on his pecs last night, because all of that is safer than meeting his eyes. Max isn’t saying anything, though, and eventually Daniel has no choice but to look at his face. His hair is a mess, sticking up in the back like some kind of fluffy baby bird. The sunlight coming through the window highlights the dust of golden stubble on his jaw.

“Max,” Daniel says. “Let go.”

Instead, Max kisses him. He winds his arms around Daniel’s neck and opens his mouth against his, so Daniel has no choice but to slide his tongue past Max’s teeth, taste his stale morning breath, cup his hands to Max’s jaw and hold him there. He doesn’t notice Max dragging him back toward the bed until he’s being dragged down onto it, the breath leaving his lungs in a huff.

Max is still loose and wet from last night. Daniel spits in his hand, slicks himself up hoping it’s enough, and pushes inside Max in one quick stroke that makes Max let out a sound like he’s dying. He kisses Max hard, his eyes squeezed shut so tight it makes his head ache, and keeps kissing him until Max tears his mouth away to says, “Don’t stop,” as if Daniel had considered ever, ever stopping.

He fucks Max hard enough to make them both slip up the bed, until Max has to toss the pillows out of the way with one hand while digging bruises into Daniel’s bicep with the other. The sounds Max makes—soft and pained and so fucking hot—are almost enough for Daniel to lift his head and look at him, but no, he can’t, he won’t. If he just fucks Max good enough one more time, he can get up and go, and maybe this time will be the last, maybe he’ll have the willpower to—

Max grabs him by the hair and lifts his head up, and Daniel opens his eyes before he has time to remind himself not to. And Max is looking back at him, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, his mouth bitten bright red. The sun through the window slices across his face now, making him glow, and for a moment Daniel is sure his heart is going to explode from his chest.

“Please,” Max says, and Daniel has no idea what he wants, but he’d give it to him, anything, everything.

“Shh,” he says instead, and kisses Max again. Max comes like that, hot and wet against Daniel’s stomach, sucking on Daniel’s tongue. “Good,” Daniel says, open-mouthed against Max’s cheek. “Max,” he says, and grinds his hips into Max’s so he can spill as deep inside him as possible, like maybe he could make sure a part of him would stay in there forever, where Max could always feel it, where no one else could get at it.

“Stay,” Max says, breathless. He still has a death grip on Daniel’s arm, and he brings the other to wrap around the back of his neck. “Stay here. It’s early. Let’s sleep.”

Now that Daniel has started looking, he can’t stop. He brushes his thumb across Max’s mouth, then kisses him with his eyes wide open. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks. He reaches down to ease himself out of the clutch of Max’s body, then immediately regrets the loss.

Max’s eyelids flutter, then close. The sunlight gilds his eyelashes, and Daniel gives in to the urge to run his thumb across them. “You could never,” Max says.

Daniels wishes that worked both ways. He lays his head on Max’s chest, listens to his heartbeat, and pretends.

#maxiel #f1 #my writing #ficlet #this prompt is from a while ago but i felt inspired!#it ended up a little more melancholy than expected though oops

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saltyinternetflower · 2 years

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I'm so happy that my first Maxiel fic got some love! Here's the next part with a special shoutout to @f1-obsessed333 @electricromanov @stephanieu8719

Unlapped / Maxiel Part 2

Link to Part 1

Daniel stared at the message on his phone screen.

I told them I want you back. Please say yes. Not for them, for me. Will you? MV

Was he dreaming? Was he still drunk?

His trance was broken by the sudden beeping of his phone.

His heart started racing as a long forgotten name flashed on his screen - Christian RBR!

He had saved Horner's name as "Horny Boss" for six months before Christian caught him and made him swear that he'd change it to something more...civil, thus was born the name "Christian RBR".

But that was a story from his past life. A life when Daniel wasn't a mere shadow of himself, he remembered with a sharp pang of pain.

His heart filled with a strange uneasiness as he picked up the call.

"Hello, Daniel?" The familiar warmth in Christian's voice eased Daniel's anxiety a bit.

"Christian, hey, what's up?" Daniel hoped Christian couldn't hear the slight tremor in his voice.

"I suppose you've heard the news..." Christian said after a brief pause.

"Yeah, yeah, news to me too, mate", Daniel's cheeky response was greeted with a small chuckle at the other end.

"Can you make it to the headquarters this weekend? There are tons of paperworks to be done, Danny, you know how it goes...", Christian sounded a little weary, Daniel could tell.

He nodded sympathetically, and then realised Christian couldn't see him.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry. I'll be there." Daniel replied in a small voice. A stupid lump in his throat was making it super hard to talk, in fact!

"Danny?" A breath.

"Hmm..."

"It's still home, you know that, right?" Christian's voice was thick.

Daniel bit the inside of his cheeks. He absolutely could not cry in front of his potential employer, but then, it was Christian. The same guy who asked Daniel to be the best man in his wedding!

"See you soon, Chris..." Daniel managed to rasp before he cut the call.

He pressed his knuckles to his eyes to stop the stinging sensation that threatened to turn into waterworks at any moment.

"Maxy! Oh, Maxy, what did you do!" Daniel whispered.

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Daniel was feeling restless, cooped up inside his cabin. For the past half an hour, his phone hadn't stopped buzzing. People sometimes tend to forget all about time zones, and the fact that he was in a little log cabin in the middle of nowhere in a place they lovingly called "the down under"!

He took his phone and stepped outside his cabin. A cool wind murmured past, carrying the smell of freshly cut grass and pine cones... And rain!

What was the name for the smell of rain? It was a beautiful word, Hailey mentioned it once, when he was looking for a unique word to tattoo on his forearm.

"Who do you think I am? Shakespeare?" He teased her jovially and forgot all about it.

For an insane moment, Daniel thought about calling her. What would she say if he told her? Had she already watched the news? Did she still think that he was, quote /unquote, incapable of taking himself seriously even if his life depended on it?

But that was a bridge he had burnt himself! And he shouldn't go back there even if he wanted to.

Instead, he must make what without doubt was going to be the single most difficult phone call of his life. The clouds overhead thundered, matching the frantic beating of his heart. But he couldn't back out of it, now that he had to know why...

Daniel pressed the phone to his ear, and felt his pulse beating in his eardrums. Exactly after two rings, he felt a presence on the other side.

"Daniel?"

Daniel would know that accent even in his afterlife!

"Maximilian" He said softly, as his heart was fluttering.

There was a long pause during which none of them spoke.

"Wow!" Max exhaled "Feels like years since someone called me that."

"Looks like you were missing it, huh?" Daniel tried to keep it lighthearted, but his voice betrayed him.

"When are you coming?"

Ah! Typical Max, replying a question with another!

"This weekend."

"Have you booked your flight?"

"Michael's gonna do it, tomorrow morning."

Another moment of silence stretched between them, but it wasn't awkward.

"Michael's coming with you." Max said knowingly.

"Yeah, and Blake too. There's gonna be a lot of boring contract talks, and you know how much I...

"Hate paperworks. Yeah, I know, Daniel", Max sighed. "Will there be anyone else?" He added hesitantly.

It took Daniel a moment to realise what Max was really asking.

"Uh, no, Max. Hailey's not coming. We broke up... On New Year's Day", He bit his lips and chewed on them.

"I'm sorry", Max's voice grew heavy, his accent thicker than usual. Daniel could picture him worrying his soft, plump lips, a little frown appearing on his forehead.

He hated it! He didn't want to manifest his own worries on Max. So, he decided to goof around, desperate to lighten the mood.

"What! A sorry! What am I gonna do with that? Come on. My heart is broken. Don't I get a hug at least?" Daniel fussed.

He managed to get a soft chuckle out of Max, and immediately felt very accomplished!

"You will get it when you're here", Max's voice still had a hint of smile, which felt good.

"Max, I, uh, really wanted to ask, why did you... " Daniel found himself fumbling for words.

Why did you take my name? Why would you trust a old, washed-up dude whom nobody would touch with a ten feet pole? Why, oh why, would you want me back, Mr World Champion?

Before he could collect his thoughts, he heard another voice over the phone.

"Maxyyy... Nail polly" A child's voice called out on the other side.

"Yes, yes, Penny, I'm coming" Max giggled; an unexpected sound that sparked something warm in Daniel's heart.

"Sorry, my friend, I have to go. Penny's got some nail polish from her mum's makeup box, and she wants to try it on me" Max laughed softly, rendering Daniel speechless.

A few minutes after the call ended, Daniel decided to push his luck and text Max his unspoken question.

Why do you want me back Maxy?

He hit the "send" button and plopped down on his bed, nervously looking at the phone's screen.

Beep! A notification!

Daniel's hands shook for no reasons as he opened the text message.

Because you are good. And you deserve good, Daniel.

The simple, earnest words pierced Daniel's heart like a jagged knife. He cupped his face to muffle a sob, and typed...

Aww Maximus you are a big softie!

Seconds later, another notification!

Shut up 🤫😜

Make me...

Daniel's fingers typed befor he could stop himself.

A minute passed. Two.

Daniel stared at the screen, breathless.

Save me with one word, I'm drowning, please... He prayed.

The reply came after 5 full minutes. It was just one emoji!

😘

Huh! W T F!

Daniel swore loudly and let out a high pitched cackle, surprising himself.

A kissy face! A bloody kissy face!

How does someone respond to a kissy face? What's with Max and his weird emojis?

Daniel tossed the phone on his bed, and walked back outside. He felt like a heavy burden had just lifted off his chest. He sat on the lowest step of the staircase, letting the rain soak through his expensive party shirt.

He touched his bottom lip with trembling fingers.

Did he just flirt with his old slash new teammate?

And worse, did Max just flirted back?

What if I want more than just a hug?

Daniel breathed.

He closed his eyes and listened...

To his heartbeats.

To the relentless sound of the rain, roaring and thundering like a grid full of people chanting his name.

Daniel had not felt so alive in years!

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Thank you for reading this far! 🤗 I've now posted my fic on AO3 too, with the same name. Your love and support are much appreciated 🙏 and I plan to continue writing as this has become a healing therapy for me as well. Much ❤.

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