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national anthem, GP Netherlands, 2025

the cut to Max on the line: "a prince of Orange, am I, free and fearless" 👌

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2018 maxiel met with 2024 max

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I’m so happy for Isack. That side of the garage deserves all the good things 🥹🥹

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Charlos misunderstanding a creative brief. 1300wrds

Something something Carlos walked onto the enclosed terrace that the social media team had commandeered this weekend. He was surprised to see only Charles seated on the couch. He had the cue card in his hand and the camera was set up.

“Where is everyone?”

“Cahlos!” Charles grinned, Carlos always enjoyed that Charles said his name differently than everyone else. It felt special. “Sophie said there was an impromptu meeting, but this video should be easy for us to do on our own.”

Carlos scratched his cheek, he left half a room of unsigned merch for this. “Sophie said it would be easy?”

Charles nodded. “She said it is ‘super easy and shouldn't take long’.”

“Well ok, let's get it out of the way.” Carlos sat beside Charles on the couch, impossibly close. Charles smiled impishly at him.

“Is the camera on?” Carlos asked.

“I think so. She did something to it and said something about the light being on.” Charles shrugged and Carlos shrugged back.

They did their generic C2 intro, Charles unable to get through it without giggling uncontrollably. It was always silly and fun. Then Charles read the cue card.

“They want us to do what?” Carlos raised a brow.

“One of us will be blindfolded and get on all fours and we have to move some ping pong balls?” Charles paraphrased, he looked around for someone to ask for clarification, forgetting that they were the only ones in the room.

Carlos took the card and read it himself, his lips pursed.

“So we are both blindfolded? This doesn't make any sense.” Carlos muttered.

They both read and reread the card a few more times before shrugging and decided to go with their first instinct. The blindfolds were easy to find, along with buckets and balls. They decided the length of the course, shorter than the width of the room of course. And they agreed that clearly one of them was to feed the balls to the other who would knee walk them to the bucket and come back. They had no idea the purpose of the game or the scoring mechanism but it didn't matter. They would get this over with and go about their day.

They rock paper scissored to see who would do the crawling, they went four rounds before Charles lost. It was a mind fuck standing in front of each other, blindfolded. Carlos put his hand on Charles' shoulder and felt the moment he knelt in front of him.

Well that felt different when he couldn't see the silly grin on his face to make it all a joke. Carlos swallowed thickly and found the first ball. He fed it to Charles’ mouth, both giggling a little then Charles was off. Carlos could hear the jingling of his keys in his pocket as he moved. The ball dropped but Carlos couldn't parse if it fell into the bucket or onto the floor. Charles barreled into him, face to crotch, with an oof and a sorry.

Carlos fed him the second ball and Charles went off again and again barrelled into Carlos’ crotch with his enthusiasm. He went off for the third time and Carlos shifted his hips– to brace for Charles, nothing more. Not to maybe shift his dick that had become interested in the gutter ideas that were going through Carlos' head while his teammate tried to do the silly challenge they were given.

When Charles came back again, he stumbled and grabbed Carlos' hips for leverage. Carlos’ hand dropped to rest in his hair to help steady him.

“Are you ok?” Carlos asked, he could feel Charles’ nod.

“Yeah.” Was it Carlos’ imagination or was Charles’ voice– of course it was breathy, he was out of breath from doing all the work. Duh Carlos.

“Should we switch over?” Carlos cleared his throat. He felt Charles tilt his head back to look up at him.

“I could keep going.” Charles reached up with one hand, patting Carlos' hip and across his pelvis. Assumedly looking for the ping pong ball in Carlos' hand.

He paused however when he felt the very clear and obvious bulge at the front of Carlos’ khakis.

“Oh.” Charles made a small noise and Carlos attempted to step backwards.

“Sorry I–” this was embarrassing.

“I.. well. I'm already down here, no?” Charles asked slowly and Carlos wondered if he was hearing things.

Charles didn't hesitate, didn't give him a chance to think too much because he was unbuttoning and zipping down Carlos' trousers in what felt like the next minute. Carlos barely had a thought run through his stalled brain before his eyes were widening under the blindfold when Charles sucked him into his hot mouth.

Carlos cursed and the hand in Charles’ hair clenched around thick strands. Charles moaned and pulled off before sucking him in deeper. Carlos didn't know words or colours or numbers, not being able to see what was happening made everything a million times better. He could, reasonably, remove the blindfold. There was nothing keeping it on his face. But he liked this, liked the surprise of it all. The rush.

Charles’ tongue was sinful. As slick as he was when he spoke, he had that same talent around a cock. Carlos groaned and sighed, pressing his hips forward to get more more more. Charles seemed to welcome his enthusiasm, moaning and clenching at Carlos' hips.

He didn't last long, couldn't. But at the same time it felt like it lasted forever before he was mumbling and tapping Charles cheek. Trying to tell him without words that he was coming. Instead of pulling off, Charles merely deepthroated him and Carlos hissed as his orgasm hit. He curled over Charles’ head, trying his damndest to not fuck his throat while he came. The blindfold made everything so much more intense.

Carlos panted when Charles finally pulled off, he yanked down his blind fold to see Charles looking up at him with his impish smirk, wiping at his mouth.

“You- I.” Carlos breathed heavily.

“I think I win this round Cahlos.” Charles stood and raked his hand through his hair. Carlos watched as he shifted the bulge in his own white pants.

“Do you want–”

“Yes!” Charles hissed but then seemed to remember where they were. They both looked to the camera that no doubt just recorded the entire porno they'd unknowingly filmed.

Charles stalked over to it while Carlos stuffed himself back into his pants and tried to look presentable and not like he got a blowjob from his teammate in a very public part of their motorhome.

“Aha, found it.” Charles raised a small memory card and put it in his pocket. “Come, Cahlos. I think I want to fuck your face.”

Charles grabbed his hand and pulled him from the room as Carlos’ stomach tightened in horniness.

The next day they entered the paddock together, talking closely. To everyone else, it seemed normal, but Carlos was staunchly ignoring Cacao’s suspicious eyes. So what if when he came for his wake up call, Carlos had actually been in Charles' room instead. It didn't matter.

They stepped into the motorhome together, greeting members of the team when Sophie jogged up to them.

“Great you're here! We need to film that last video over.” She looked down at her phone, checking the schedule.

Carlos coughed and Charles looked around in a very unsuspicious manner.

“Er what do you mean?” Charles asked.

“I know you guys did it yesterday.” She started, Carlos coughed again. “We saw the ping pong balls and a bucket. Anyway, the camera had been off and we apparently forgot to put in a memory card so we didn't get any of it. So we can just do a quick version for tiktok before you need to do engineering.” She rattled off.

Charles groaned and Sophie continued, “I know I know. I promise it'll be a quicker game. It's only beer pong. Well without the beer of course.”

Carlos looked at Charles quickly who also seemed surprised. Beer pong??

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Danny ric wip

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Charlos misunderstanding a creative brief. 1300wrds

Something something Carlos walked onto the enclosed terrace that the social media team had commandeered this weekend. He was surprised to see only Charles seated on the couch. He had the cue card in his hand and the camera was set up.

“Where is everyone?”

“Cahlos!” Charles grinned, Carlos always enjoyed that Charles said his name differently than everyone else. It felt special. “Sophie said there was an impromptu meeting, but this video should be easy for us to do on our own.”

Carlos scratched his cheek, he left half a room of unsigned merch for this. “Sophie said it would be easy?”

Charles nodded. “She said it is ‘super easy and shouldn't take long’.”

“Well ok, let's get it out of the way.” Carlos sat beside Charles on the couch, impossibly close. Charles smiled impishly at him.

“Is the camera on?” Carlos asked.

“I think so. She did something to it and said something about the light being on.” Charles shrugged and Carlos shrugged back.

They did their generic C2 intro, Charles unable to get through it without giggling uncontrollably. It was always silly and fun. Then Charles read the cue card.

“They want us to do what?” Carlos raised a brow.

“One of us will be blindfolded and get on all fours and we have to move some ping pong balls?” Charles paraphrased, he looked around for someone to ask for clarification, forgetting that they were the only ones in the room.

Carlos took the card and read it himself, his lips pursed.

“So we are both blindfolded? This doesn't make any sense.” Carlos muttered.

They both read and reread the card a few more times before shrugging and decided to go with their first instinct. The blindfolds were easy to find, along with buckets and balls. They decided the length of the course, shorter than the width of the room of course. And they agreed that clearly one of them was to feed the balls to the other who would knee walk them to the bucket and come back. They had no idea the purpose of the game or the scoring mechanism but it didn't matter. They would get this over with and go about their day.

They rock paper scissored to see who would do the crawling, they went four rounds before Charles lost. It was a mind fuck standing in front of each other, blindfolded. Carlos put his hand on Charles' shoulder and felt the moment he knelt in front of him.

Well that felt different when he couldn't see the silly grin on his face to make it all a joke. Carlos swallowed thickly and found the first ball. He fed it to Charles’ mouth, both giggling a little then Charles was off. Carlos could hear the jingling of his keys in his pocket as he moved. The ball dropped but Carlos couldn't parse if it fell into the bucket or onto the floor. Charles barreled into him, face to crotch, with an oof and a sorry.

Carlos fed him the second ball and Charles went off again and again barrelled into Carlos’ crotch with his enthusiasm. He went off for the third time and Carlos shifted his hips– to brace for Charles, nothing more. Not to maybe shift his dick that had become interested in the gutter ideas that were going through Carlos' head while his teammate tried to do the silly challenge they were given.

When Charles came back again, he stumbled and grabbed Carlos' hips for leverage. Carlos’ hand dropped to rest in his hair to help steady him.

“Are you ok?” Carlos asked, he could feel Charles’ nod.

“Yeah.” Was it Carlos’ imagination or was Charles’ voice– of course it was breathy, he was out of breath from doing all the work. Duh Carlos.

“Should we switch over?” Carlos cleared his throat. He felt Charles tilt his head back to look up at him.

“I could keep going.” Charles reached up with one hand, patting Carlos' hip and across his pelvis. Assumedly looking for the ping pong ball in Carlos' hand.

He paused however when he felt the very clear and obvious bulge at the front of Carlos’ khakis.

“Oh.” Charles made a small noise and Carlos attempted to step backwards.

“Sorry I–” this was embarrassing.

“I.. well. I'm already down here, no?” Charles asked slowly and Carlos wondered if he was hearing things.

Charles didn't hesitate, didn't give him a chance to think too much because he was unbuttoning and zipping down Carlos' trousers in what felt like the next minute. Carlos barely had a thought run through his stalled brain before his eyes were widening under the blindfold when Charles sucked him into his hot mouth.

Carlos cursed and the hand in Charles’ hair clenched around thick strands. Charles moaned and pulled off before sucking him in deeper. Carlos didn't know words or colours or numbers, not being able to see what was happening made everything a million times better. He could, reasonably, remove the blindfold. There was nothing keeping it on his face. But he liked this, liked the surprise of it all. The rush.

Charles’ tongue was sinful. As slick as he was when he spoke, he had that same talent around a cock. Carlos groaned and sighed, pressing his hips forward to get more more more. Charles seemed to welcome his enthusiasm, moaning and clenching at Carlos' hips.

He didn't last long, couldn't. But at the same time it felt like it lasted forever before he was mumbling and tapping Charles cheek. Trying to tell him without words that he was coming. Instead of pulling off, Charles merely deepthroated him and Carlos hissed as his orgasm hit. He curled over Charles’ head, trying his damndest to not fuck his throat while he came. The blindfold made everything so much more intense.

Carlos panted when Charles finally pulled off, he yanked down his blind fold to see Charles looking up at him with his impish smirk, wiping at his mouth.

“You- I.” Carlos breathed heavily.

“I think I win this round Cahlos.” Charles stood and raked his hand through his hair. Carlos watched as he shifted the bulge in his own white pants.

“Do you want–”

“Yes!” Charles hissed but then seemed to remember where they were. They both looked to the camera that no doubt just recorded the entire porno they'd unknowingly filmed.

Charles stalked over to it while Carlos stuffed himself back into his pants and tried to look presentable and not like he got a blowjob from his teammate in a very public part of their motorhome.

“Aha, found it.” Charles raised a small memory card and put it in his pocket. “Come, Cahlos. I think I want to fuck your face.”

Charles grabbed his hand and pulled him from the room as Carlos’ stomach tightened in horniness.

The next day they entered the paddock together, talking closely. To everyone else, it seemed normal, but Carlos was staunchly ignoring Cacao’s suspicious eyes. So what if when he came for his wake up call, Carlos had actually been in Charles' room instead. It didn't matter.

They stepped into the motorhome together, greeting members of the team when Sophie jogged up to them.

“Great you're here! We need to film that last video over.” She looked down at her phone, checking the schedule.

Carlos coughed and Charles looked around in a very unsuspicious manner.

“Er what do you mean?” Charles asked.

“I know you guys did it yesterday.” She started, Carlos coughed again. “We saw the ping pong balls and a bucket. Anyway, the camera had been off and we apparently forgot to put in a memory card so we didn't get any of it. So we can just do a quick version for tiktok before you need to do engineering.” She rattled off.

Charles groaned and Sophie continued, “I know I know. I promise it'll be a quicker game. It's only beer pong. Well without the beer of course.”

Carlos looked at Charles quickly who also seemed surprised. Beer pong??

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Castle of the Black Flames - Pt8

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | AO3

Daniel dodged a blow from his left, swinging his borrowed staff around him in an arc. Lewis fired off a spell in his direction that Daniel blocked with a glowing forearm. 

They fought for a little while longer before separating, staring each other down and panting. 

“You're getting better, but you're still holding back.” Lewis pointed out. 

“I'm not holding back, I just don't have anymore.” Daniel replied but Lewis shook his head.

Daniel felt a pressure in the back of his head and looked around the clearing. The waterfall a few meters away was loud but soothing, something still felt weird though.

“What's wrong?”

“Do you feel that?” 

“Feel what?”

“It's probably nothing.” Daniel shook his head and leaned on his staff. “Well now what?”

“Are you ok?” Lewis asked slowly and Daniel nodded his head. He was fine, no inner turmoil here. Max was avoiding him, their awkward interaction the last time Daniel saw him up close. 

He was meditating with Franz more often now, to prepare himself for the ceremony. He didn't feel magically strong in any way. Sure, he was physically strong– able to lift rocks and sandbags and run with them. But that wasn't enough to keep Max safe. Everyone kept saying he was barely touching the surface of his magical capabilities and Daniel was honestly wondering what they were all going on about.

He was getting better though, able to keep his magic close and not broadcasting his emotions everywhere was a huge plus. He’d just about figured out how to use his strange premonition power, but only a few seconds ahead at a time though. Maybe with more practice he could extend it.

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something something time travel au wherein 2025!max verstappen loses the WDC and it’s so seismic that it creates a rift in the space-time continuum, transporting him back to 2016 (his first year at red bull).

he immediately seeks out a 27-year-old daniel ricciardo to help him get back to his own timeline. and certainly feels Some Type of Way about the fact that, for once, they’re now essentially the same age. he’s absolutely swept up in having daniel suddenly back in front of him again, so shining and alive, and nothing like the beaten-down man he last saw at the track in singapore.

only, one problem: a very pissed off teenaged 2016!max who absolutely does not share. he’s not impressed at all by this older max and his championships. daniel is HIS teammate, thank you very much, so he can keep his hands to himself. younger max corners him when daniel leaves hospitality to talk christian and tells him bluntly: "why don’t you go back to your OWN Daniel?" and max’s face just falls. because he doesn’t have a daniel. not anymore.

HIS daniel has been off-grid for almost six months. checking in only briefly to "thumbs up" one of max’s messages. but not respond. and it’s ok. max knows that daniel is ok. he can see him sometimes on his instagram. always, with a big smile. but it doesn’t make the ache on his chest lessen. and so, max decides - just once - to be selfish.

2016! daniel asks him, eventually, about how his career pans out. if he ever got the big one. and max looks at his shining eyes and his expectant smile and he can’t tell him. can’t tell him that they don’t speak anymore. that his final moments in the sport was saying goodbye to his mechanics and engineers in some dark corner of the track. he lies to daniel and tells him that he wins the championship and retires to his farm in australia. it’s the first time he’s ever lied to daniel.

except, long after 2025!max is back in his own timeline, the lie sticks to daniel. and he knows now that his one-day championship is in reach. is terrified of letting it slip through his fingers, of putting a foot wrong and someone how influencing the future. and so when it becomes clear that red bull are starting to lose their competitiveness, when his engine starts blowing up on him every other race, when marko starts giving interviews that max - and not daniel - is their future, daniel’s mind starts racing.

and so he makes a decision: he needs to leave the team. and max’s one little white lie is actually revealed to be the catalyst for daniel’s entire career spiraling like some sick paradox. a self-fulfilling prophecy that was always meant to happen.

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👋Rescuing ..

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blaming RBR marketing department

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Castle of the Black Flames - Pt8

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | AO3

Daniel dodged a blow from his left, swinging his borrowed staff around him in an arc. Lewis fired off a spell in his direction that Daniel blocked with a glowing forearm. 

They fought for a little while longer before separating, staring each other down and panting. 

“You're getting better, but you're still holding back.” Lewis pointed out. 

“I'm not holding back, I just don't have anymore.” Daniel replied but Lewis shook his head.

Daniel felt a pressure in the back of his head and looked around the clearing. The waterfall a few meters away was loud but soothing, something still felt weird though.

“What's wrong?”

“Do you feel that?” 

“Feel what?”

“It's probably nothing.” Daniel shook his head and leaned on his staff. “Well now what?”

“Are you ok?” Lewis asked slowly and Daniel nodded his head. He was fine, no inner turmoil here. Max was avoiding him, their awkward interaction the last time Daniel saw him up close. 

He was meditating with Franz more often now, to prepare himself for the ceremony. He didn't feel magically strong in any way. Sure, he was physically strong– able to lift rocks and sandbags and run with them. But that wasn't enough to keep Max safe. Everyone kept saying he was barely touching the surface of his magical capabilities and Daniel was honestly wondering what they were all going on about.

He was getting better though, able to keep his magic close and not broadcasting his emotions everywhere was a huge plus. He’d just about figured out how to use his strange premonition power, but only a few seconds ahead at a time though. Maybe with more practice he could extend it.

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How long do you think he made this poor girl stand there and watch him do bike tricks?

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Daniel Ricciardo with Rafaela Ferreira for Enchante | via