#Maxiel drabble

[lxndonorris]

blindfolded - Maxiel

Max Verstappen x Daniel Ricciardo Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching (not too explicit) Things escalate slightly after filming the simulator racing challenge between Daniel and Max (Max's POV) word count: 2040+ Editor's note: The video and this picture inspired this story, and I hope it's enjoyable! I'd appreciate it to receive some feedback since I feel it's harder to write about same-sex couples due to always using "he/him" or simply the name. Did you enjoy this? Do you have any requests? My ask box is always open!

A few clouds are hanging above the paddock when Max finds himself standing inside his motorhome, browsing his phone. A day of filming another challenge for Red Bull Racing's various social media channels is finally over, and normally Max isn't a huge fan of it all. He wants to race and do as few interviews, challenges, or videos as possible. This changed, however, when someone special reentered the Red Bull spaces. That special someone is Daniel Ricciardo. For a long time now, they have been seeing, dating, and loving each other. It was quite hard since for the last few years they were racing for different teams, but somehow it worked out fine. Daniel is always making Max laugh, and the other way around. It is so easy for Max to film videos now, to be himself more, and to actually enjoy playing stupid little games or challenges.

Max is scrolling through his phone, slightly bored, when he lets out a soft, low groan. He puts his phone down and leans his head back against the huge pillows on the sofa. Still thinking about today's challenge, he can't shake off the thoughts of what happened today. He closes his eyes and gives in to one of those thoughts about what happened before.

The challenge was getting into the simulator blindfolded, with another helping them around the track. When it was Max's turn, he put on the blindfold, and right away, he felt a little aroused. Just hearing Daniel's voice echo through his mind was enough to really get to him. It was slightly weird to get into the sim like that. Maybe it was the lack of control or being dependent on someone else. Luckily, it was Daniel who should help him. At first, it was pretty good, even though Max's thoughts were flooded with imagery of Daniel. Just hearing his voice sparked so many different pictures, but he was able to concentrate on the challenge. After all, he loves the sim so much that he could basically do it while asleep.

But then, Daniel did something to tease Max even more. "I'm gonna go on my knees, so I'm more at driver line." He said, and instantly, Max panicked slightly. 'What is he doing?', he thought to himself, and  felt his whole body tensing slightly. Max sensed him right beside him, and more importantly, the faint, familiar scent of Daniel's favorite cologne reached his nostrils, sending shivers down his spine. More than a dozen different thoughts raced through his head. It felt like Daniel was about to tease him, touch him, kiss him right here, with Max unable to see anything. All of his body got stiff in anticipation, and his desire and lust grew bigger. Licking his lips, Max opened his mouth to say something, anything, but before he could respond in any way possible, Daniel leaned in to Max and whispered audibly into his ear. "And you can hear me when I talk to you like this." He said, holding back a giggle, but all of this was enough to spark another thought inside Max's head.

He already felt Daniel's hand on his body, opened his mouth, and let out a soft moan. In a second, he blushed, giggled, and turned toward Daniel's voice. They shared a quick laugh, realizing that they're actually getting filmed right now. Daniel, however, was completely aware of what he was doing and what effect he had on Max whenever he whispered into his ear. "You good, Checo?" He said, making anyone aware of how tense this small interaction had become. But this didn't stop him from teasing Max. Near the end of the challenge, he leaned in once more; this time, it was just meant for Max. "Fuck. The things I'd do to you right now." He breathed right into his ear, causing Max to hold back another, louder moan. It was quite intense, and he had trouble hiding the excitement gradually growing inside his skinny jeans, a disadvantage of tight clothing. While taking off the blindfold, Daniel placed a hand at his back, subtly stroking him while he whispered once again. "Too bad it's already over." His voice sounded so smooth and deep, as if craving more. Max just licked his lips before he said, "Just you wait, Daniel."

Still with his eyes closed, Max is getting more comfortable on the sofa. Legs spread, he breathes deeply, and subconsciously, he keeps on touching himself through his jeans. Once, then twice, his hand brushed over his length, thinking about what Daniel had said to him before. He groans quietly, adjusting himself to the pillows with his back rubbing against the sofa. Max is wearing his usual outfit: skinny jeans, a Red Bull shirt that's pretty tight, but that's how he likes it, and one of his beloved caps. His body is stiffening slightly, but he is still stroking himself lovingly.

"Enjoying ourselves, aren't we, Max?" A voice rings through the room, catching Max off-guard. His eyes jump open, and he turns his head toward the source of the noise. Of course, it's Daniel, standing between the doorframe, just closing the door silently behind him. "Huh?" Max says, unaware of his hand on his crotch, outlining his bulge with the tip of his fingers. Daniel motions toward it, causing Max to follow his gaze with his eyes. There is no denying it, and he doesn't bother to stop just for him, who's the cause of it after all. "Obviously." He hisses slightly. Daniel tilts his head, bites his lower lip, and runs a hand through his beautifully curled hair. "Feisty, aren't we?" He says this, holding back a mischievous grin. Of course, Max isn't angry with Daniel—maybe just a little bit. But to be honest, he missed messing around during PR shoots a lot.

"That's what you do to me, babé." Max raises an eyebrow and lifts his chin, looking at Daniel from underneath his cap. "Aww." Daniel says quickly and strokes his own chest once, then twice, before approaching Max. While keeping eye contact, he sits down right next to Max, who's eyeing him suspiciously. With one hand still on his crotch, Max rests his head on the other, with his fingers gently stroking his neck. Daniel lowers his head, trying his best to look into Max's eyes, but he's using that cap as a shield. Something he'd always do to stay comfortable because it grants him self-confidence. Daniel is aware of that, but he knows how to play around it. "The challenge was fun, wasn't it?" He smiles deviously, leaning in to Max again, who's lifting his head just enough for him to get a glimpse of his beautiful, bright eyes.

A coy smile spreads across Max's lips; he's acting shyer than usual. "It really was." He says it and feels his body getting into it right away, with his hand still stroking himself mindlessly. Getting even closer, Daniel's mouth is right next to Max's ear, and he feels his hot breath against his skin. "I meant what I said." He exhales deeply, sending shivers through Max's entire body. Immediately, his whole body is drawn into it, with all of his muscles and every fiber of his body tensing in anticipation. "What...." Max's voice breaks slightly, sounding even rougher than before. "What would you do?" He says this, and he is barely able to keep eye contact, so he focuses on Daniel's chest, his shoulder, arms, and hands instead. One of his hands moves to his own chest, stroking himself again through his jacket. "I'll tell you." He breathes deeply again. "But first, put this on." Daniel smirks, pulling the blindfold out of his pocket, and at first Max hesitates, but with a sly smile, he puts it on himself.

With his vision blocked now, he's ready to give in to his boyfriend. To calm himself down, however, he keeps on stroking himself. One hand is still on his crotch; the other is running across his own chest. "Fuuck." Max exhales deeply, followed by a quick chuckle. "I'm kind of nervous." He says, his whole body humming quietly. "It's fine. It's just me now." Daniel says it softly, his mouth right next to Max's ear. "May we start?" He asks, and Max nods slowly. "Alright." Daniel says, and by the tone of his voice, Max knows he must be smirking. This causes his heartbeat to accelerate faster than any car he has driven before. All of him is craving more, and he is unable to hide it. His muscles are bulging against the fabric of his tight shirt and jeans, with his desire visibly imprinting through their fabric. So many things are ringing through his mind in what feels like a nanosecond. But then it stops when he feels a hand on his chest. "I'd start by touching you, just the way you like it." Daniel's voice is so deep now, so soft, with his hand now touching his chest and his pecs through his shirt.

Right away, Max can't help but moan under a deep sigh. "So good." He exhales, and it turns into a soft chuckle again. Enjoying this feeling, he embraces that hand, which encompasses his upper chest, with the tip of the fingers brushing over his hardening nipples. Those hands know their way around his body, making sure to hit every sweet spot perfectly. Another hand joins his chest, making it even harder for Max to stay focused. "Enjoying that?" Daniel whispers, increasing the intensity of his strokes just slightly so as not to overwhelm Max just now. "So muuuch." Another moan escapes Max's lips, and his own hand follows Daniel's movements. "Good." Daniel smirks again. "How does that feel?" Max feels one of those hands now on his neck, tracing his firm jawline with the thumb and his soft lips with the tip of his fingers.

"Mhmmm." Max, unable to speak, purrs contently. He leans his head back before melting into that loving touch. At the same time, the other hand is running down his chest before slipping underneath his shirt. At first, Max flinches due to the cold hand, but it doesn't take long for him to embrace it as well. "Yeah, that's it." Daniel breathes deeply as his boyfriend purrs more and more. Max's entire body is now vibrating rhythmically as Daniel's fingers draw circles across his chest, outlining his tits, nipples, and abs, with all of his muscles reacting instantly to the slightest touch. "Fells good, yeah?" He whispers again, and Max opens his mouth to say something, but a low grunt is all that comes out.

"How about this, then?" The hand slides out of his shirt and instead moves toward the tent forming inside his trousers. Licking his lips in anticipation, Max's body gets stiff and rigid. "Daniel, fuuck." He groans once it reaches his length, stroking him lovingly, once, then twice, rhythmically, in sync with his own hand. "Come here." Daniel takes Max's hand, moving it away from his crotch and right toward his own. Right away, Max gasps, feeling Daniel's lust also building up rapidly. "Fuck." He grunts, turning his face toward Daniel, who's purring now too. "Let me help you." Daniel growls and guides Max all over his body. The feeling of his boyfriend's firm chest gives him goosebumps.

For a while, he is allowed to freely move his hand all over Daniel's chest and back to his waist, thighs, and crotch. It feels amazing, even though he can't see anything. All of this, including Daniel's scent hovering all around him, slowly overwhelms him. He opens his mouth to let out another, longer moan, but then Daniel kisses him softly, causing him to moan right into his mouth. Then, Max feels him separating himself before the blindfold is removed. At first, his vision is slightly blurry, but he's adjusting to the surroundings pretty quickly when he spots Daniel, smirking shyly. "How did it feel?" He says this, and Max slowly regains his composure. "Fucking amazing." Max smiles brightly, leaning in to steal another quick kiss. "We should do it again." At the sound of his husky voice, Daniel's smirk grows bigger. "I'll keep it, then?" He plays with the blindfold, and they share a laugh.

[catofthecanals289]

another maxiel drabble (a sad one this time)

warning: terminal illness

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“Max?” Daniel smiles a little, hopeful. “It’s you?”

There’s a snort, half a laugh maybe, a little choked off, a little forced, but a laugh none the less, coming from the person that has sat down by Daniel’s bed. It’s Max, Daniel is pretty sure, but his eyes take a while to focus, to work the blurry edges and smudged colors into a clear image.

“Of course it’s me, idiot,” Max says, and yeah, there he is, Daniel can see him properly now. His face with the shadows under his eyes, the gauntness to his cheeks that Daniel doesn’t remember sneaking in, like maybe Max isn’t eating enough, like he hasn’t rehydrated after a race. His tense shoulders, drawn up, hands clenching the white plastic of the chair he’s sitting on. His lips pressed together tightly –the attempt of a smile there, but barely.

Of course, he’d said and Daniel smiles and it’s not hard. Turning his hand, palm upwards is, but that’s okay, because Max understands. He reaches out, hand warm and real and real, as it squeezes Daniel’s and doesn’t let go.

Of course, it’s Max. Of course.

Daniel doesn’t tell Max about the nights, the days, he spends with a Max that isn’t Max. That isn’t- It’s the other one. The other Max. But Max, Max, he doesn’t need to know how bad it’s getting, how hard it has gotten for Daniel to distinguish between what is real and what isn’t, between what is actually happening and what is the tumor talking. There’s no use to Max knowing, so Daniel doesn’t tell him any of it, not how he calls for Max sometimes, how he doesn’t know where he is so often, how sometimes he thinks it’s race day, that he’s going to race, how sometimes the other Max is there to tell him that’s okay because the real Max is hundreds of miles away actual racing, and it’s not-

Max doesn’t need to know that the other Max strokes Daniel’s head sometime that it helps with the headaches. He doesn’t need to know all the things that he other Max says, when it’s dark and they’re alone and everything hurts.

Daniel wants to tell him that it’s okay, anyway, that he isn’t mad, not right now anyway. That he understands that Max can’t just stop, that he can’t quit racing, can’t put it on hold, that it’s keeping him sane. He wants Max to know that Daniel gets all that, he does. But sometimes he also doesn’t and these days it’s tough to know what’s going to come out of his mouth when he opens it.

He wants to say sorry, too, because he is. Looking at Max know, the urge is almost overwhelming. Max is uncomfortable, he doesn’t know what to say, but that’s okay too. There was a time where Daniel could talk enough for the both of them, but then again, back then Max wasn’t this quiet.

But what do you say anyway, alone in a room with someone who’s dying? Daniel is still trying to figure that one out himself, and he is most hours of the day –alone in a room with someone’s who’s dying.

But sometimes the other Mas is there, and Daniel doesn’t fell that lonely then.

The other Max talks. He talks about his childhood, about Daniel’s, about their years together on RedBull, about that first summer he came back to Perth with Daniel, he talks about the things he wishes they had done, the things he wishes they hadn’t. He never talks about the future, never about anything that Daniel doesn’t already know, because of course not. Of course not.

 Max –the real Max- has let go of Daniel’s hand, he’s fumbling with his watch, saying something, his image fuzzy around the edges. It’s hard to understand him. Daniel wishes he was speaking louder, he wishes Max would take his hand again.

He doesn’t remember when the sun has started setting, when it has gotten so dark.

He means to ask, but no words make it past his lips.

In front of him, Max is looking away, gaze distant and sad.

For a moment Daniel wonders if pretending to fall asleep would be the kind thing, the right thing to do. Max would be relieved maybe, would exhale that breath he seems to be holding all the time now, right there in his chest. He’d be grateful, probably, to be spared this awkwardness, this discomfort. But selfishly, Daniel doesn’t want to.

He wants every second of this, of Max being here, really being here, every damn second that seems to stretch into days one moment, while in the next, hours fly by within the blink of an eye.

The other Max once said that he’d thought they’d have more time.

It’s nothing the real Max had ever said, but it’s close enough, a different more settled version of that raw version Max had screamed into the night on that drive home from the hospital when the blind hope that the two of them had held onto had turned to ashes once and for all.

He’d hit his hands against the steering wheel and he’d cried and he’d spit and said “It’s not fucking fair,” and he hadn’t let Daniel hold him that night.

It’s something that he regrets, Daniel thinks, considering how few the nights where after that, that they got to spend home together, in the same bed.

Have you forgiven me yet? Daniel wants to ask, but when he turns his head the white plastic chair is empty –Max has left. Daniel doesn’t know when. Things go hazy when you’re dying.

The other Max nods.

He’s sitting on the bed, and his smile is small, but it’s there, his cheeks flushed, like he’s been laughing. His hand is cool against Daniel’s forehead and it makes Daniel sigh softly, eyes fluttering closed.

“I’ll be here,” the other Max says, voice soft, honest. “You know I’ll be here. I’ll be with you.”

It’s meant to be comforting and it is, in a way, because the thought of being alone terrifies Daniel, but Max, the other and the real one, they should be with the living. It’s where they belong.

“But what if I don’t want to?” the other Max says, the familiar rasp of his voice as soothing as his words aren’t.

“Maxy,” Daniel croaks, his lips dry.

There’s movement next to him, a nurse maybe, doing something to an IV, she looks at Daniel but Daniel’s eyes flicker back to the other Max.

“You do,” he says, and it’s so hard to smile, but Daniel makes himself anyway.

Max used to love his smile, he knows and he hopes, that’s what he’ll remember when it’s all said and done.

“You want to be a second time world champion, remember?” he says and the other Max nods, then shakes his head.

“I’d rather keep you,” he says, and it sounds just like the real Max would say it, although Daniel doesn’t remember him ever saying it.

He doesn’t say much these days, after all.

[onboardsorasora]

Been rewatching Break Point and couldn't help but think about tennis player Daniel meeting F1 Champ Max.

Idk if this this any good but...

Tennis AU?

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Max sees Daniel at the Monaco GP, he doesn't know who he is but he notices the attention he's getting walking around. Almost to the same degree as a driver.

He asks around and is told that Dan's a popular tennis player. He's in town because he just won the Monte Carlo Masters and is having a training camp for the French Open. He's been having a stonking season, winning his home tournament, the Australian Open and was the favourite to win the French.

He can hear his laugh down the paddock, he's talking to Mark at McLaren now, but before he was walking around Aston Martin with Lance's sister and her new husband.

He's hot and Max finds himself staring in-between sessions. He's wearing some flashy party shirt and ripped jean shorts. The peekaboo flash of tattoos on his thighs make Max wonder if the texture of his skin would feel different on his lips than the texture of his bare thigh. Would the colour pop more when smeared with come?

He turns away and steps into the safety of his garage with his crew. He sipped from his bottle and actively stopped himself from playing with the straw with his tongue. Out of the corner of his eyes, Daniel's walking by, stopping to talk to Christian.

Christian is waving him over now, of course he wants to show off his champion to this hot, sexy-

"Daniel, this is Max." Christian is a proud papa, clapping Max's broad back with a big smile.

Daniel's smile is bigger, brighter. He's hotter up close and Max hopes his blush is explained away by the sun.

"Hey Max. Crazy good driving out there." Daniel greets and Max enjoys the way his lips form the syllables of his name.

He smiles in return, wider than his media smile, warmer than the grin he gives when Christian has him meet other celebs.

"Of course." He replies, his voice scratchy. "Congrats on your season."

"Thank ya thank ya." His grin was impossibly wider, as if he were blushing. Max couldn't tear his eyes away even as someone grabbed Daniel's attention and Christian waved him off.

"Fuckin' full send out there, yeah?"

"Full send." Max parroted, and Daniel was off. Max saw Christian looked at him consideringly and sucked on his forgotten straw instead of meeting his eyes.

"I'll talk to Vicky about tickets." Is all he offered before walking away, clapping Max on his back. Max followed him back into the garage, mentally going over all he knows about tennis.

[dilfsdump]

Maxiel : His awakening

back again with lil headcanon / drabble, this time maxiel, the duo of max verstappen and daniel ricciardo. i love them, they're stinking cute. especially when max is babygirling around daniel.

when they are teammates, i think max never really realized the DANIEL effect on him. until, someone pointed that out. imagine that, this MAX VERSTAPPEN often viewed as someone who got strong personality, just melts down when it comes to daniel.

as we know, daniel is such a mood maker, happy virus, always smiling and making others smile. max, outside the track is fun and daniel's presence enhance that. by enhancing, it means that max is unconsciously whipped, head over heels to whatever daniel's doing.

if he crack a joke, max will be the one who laughs at it the most. when daniel is talking, max will pay the fullest attention and giving the brightest smile to him. when daniel is just smiling, it's max's nature to smile along because he just couldn't help it, right?

I THINK, at first he didn't realize that daniel is affecting him, because he felt like he was just having fun. but i guess, red bull's staff probably, AT LEAST ONCE, asked him "you really love daniel, yeah max?" because IT IS THAT OBVIOUS.

max will just laugh or ignore the question. the peak moment, when they're hanging out with other drivers on the grid. where daniel is being daniel, and max being the daniel admirer he is. staring with heart eyes to daniel, laughing with him, hair tucking (the famous non existent hair tuck).

then lando probably, also charles will call him out. "max you're so in love with danny, just spit it out mate" says lando. then charles added, "kiss him already, your eyes are glittering" and the others would laugh, knowing it's obvious. while max and daniel turns red, way too embarrassed at the moment.

(p.s i love max hair tucking)

[barbagallo-raceway]

Originally posted on main but- Not sure it was the right place. Anyway, I am in no way capable of writing a full blown fic right now, so please enjoy this The Bear/Chef-inspired Maxiel AU drabble instead. Maybe one day I'll write that F1/Restaurant AU I've been daydreaming about..

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Technically Daniel has a strict 'Don't shit where you eat' policy, but- But. Max.

Because Daniel doesn't really think much of it, the first time it happens. It's a small kitchen, there's not nearly enough space for all of them to move around without bumping into each other, and so, when Max's fingers tap lightly against Daniel's hips while Max whispers a throaty, "Behind," as he passes Daniel, Daniel simply presses himself against the stove to give Max more room, not taking his eyes off the red wine reduction he's been trying to get just right for the better part of the afternoon. Technically Max is still a rookie, only on his second day, and the weird kitchen sub culture Daniel never really has taken part in probably dictates that if anything he shouldn't yield for Max, only because Daniel has worked here longer, but fuck it. They're both sous chefs. And from what he's seen so far, Max is pretty talented, the grilled artichoke he made for his job interview one of the best Daniel has ever tasted, even earning Max a, "Well done, kid," from Chef. Plus, he's sort of good looking in that weird kind of way Daniel likes. So. 

The twelfth time it happens, exactly one week after Max joined the team, not that- Daniel definitely isn't counting but. The twelfth time it happens, Max holds onto Daniel's waist as he passes him, the even more raspy, "Behind," hot and heavy against the skin just below Daniel's ear. Daniel takes a step forward almost automatically and bumps into the tray of prepped scallops, watching in horror as the tray flips over on itself and sends at least a dozen of them somersaulting through the air before they land on the kitchen floor in an echo of wet thuds. Yuki glares, Carlos shakes his head and mutters something in Spanish that can only be an insult, and Max- Max acts if nothing happened and complains to Chef about the oven being too old and losing too much temperature instead.

It happens again, and again, and each time Max's fingers linger just a little longer and his grip gets a little tighter and in a moment of drunken clarity after a night out with some of the front of house staff Daniel quietly wonders if he should get the outline of Max's hand tattooed where Daniel can feel his fingers burn into his skin everytime Max touches him. Charles, the maître D' tells him he shouldn't. Well, actually Charles says, "Are you insane, Daniel?" in that thick French accent he has and it's only then Daniel realizes he might not have been using his inner dialogue for this.

And so the fiftieth time- Daniel still isn't counting, thankyouverymuch. But the fiftieth time it happens, when it's just Max and him in the kitchen while the rest of the crew enjoy their lunch break, and the fingers of Max's left hand squeeze Daniel's side teasingly as he tries to get past him, the all too familiar, "Behind," spoken softly, Daniel doesn't step forward. Instead he steps back, trapping Max between the workbench and his ass, not missing the way Max is half hard against him and Daniel can't help but wonder if this is what he's been missing out on those previous forty-nine times. Before Daniel has a chance to do anything else, Max lets out a throaty laugh and regains control by sneaking his hand across Daniel's stomach and pulling him even closer, whispering a low, "Hot behind," that makes Daniel reconsider his current policy right then and there.

[whoami-24601]

So, I don't know what this is.. could be a full story, maybe. Let me know if you are interested. Danny-focused because he always is when I write here. Some platonic Dando and Maxiel to start. I'm not sure if it will stay that way. It's a bit long, so it's mostly under the cut.

International Incident

"I'm scared, Danny," Lando said softly, leaning into his friend and ex-teammate's side.

Putting his arm around Lando's shoulders and pulling him closer, Danny agrees, "we all are Lan. It's ok." Danny dropped his head down onto Lando's, where he was slouched next to him sitting on the carpet, knees close to his chest.

"What's going on guys? Everything ok?" Max asks as he walks up to the pair, standing over them.

Lando pulls back from Daniel quickly muttering, "Yep, everything is fine here," barely glancing up at the Dutchman.

Frowning, Danny leans over and whispers in Lando's ear, "it's ok not to be fine Lando. None of us are fine right now." Lando nods but doesn't scoot closer or say anything else. He just hunches further into himself and starts chewing on his nail, avoiding looking at anyone.

Max frowns but sits at Lando's other side. He looks over Lando's head to Daniel and asks, "you are ok?"

Glancing back at Lando for a moment before directing his attention to Max, Danny answers, "not really, Maxy. This whole situation is kind of f'd isn't it?"

Sighing, Max agrees with a nod, "Yeah it really is."

Daniel starts to rub Lando's back, slowly up and down, hoping to relax him. Although he initially stiffens up, Lando leans into the touch after a moment.

Suddenly he sits back and says, "we have to do something. We can't just sit here and wait for whatever they're going to do. We have to figure out how to get out."

"I think that is what George, Lewis, and that group are doing," Max says, pointing to a small group of drivers across the room. They were huddled together and clearly arguing passionately, but too quietly for the trio to understand. Other driver pairs and trios are scattered around the room.

"We should help," Lando whines. He pulls his knees closer to his chest.

"There might too many cooks in the kitchen at this point," Danny points out. "If you have an idea, we can pass it onto them to work with it." Lando shakes his head miserably.

"Why don't we play a game?" Danny asks. Both men turn to him, confused.

"A game? A game, Danny? You have a deck of cards in your pocket? Or you want to guess what our kidnappers favorite color is?" Lando asks sarcastically.

Daniel patiently let's Lando rant for a moment and then answers, "a distraction. Like truth or dare, f*ck, marry, kill, twenty questions. I don't know. Just something to distract us from what's happening."

All of the drivers were locked in a room in the paddock. The driver's meeting had ended, and when they went to leave, the doors were slammed shut and locked from the outside. At first, they assumed someone had made a mistake and were going to unlock the door, but when their phones started ringing, all of their team's contacting them, and they knew it was no mistake. The government had decided that Formula 1 was being disrespectful and that the driver's should not only not be allowed to race, that they should suffer further consequences. Unfortunately, no one told them what the consequences were going to be (or even how they were disrespectful.) They had been locked in the room for over two hours at this point and their teams all claimed they had no way to rescue them. Guards stood outside the doors, and the government leaders were negotiating with the FIA elsewhere.

"It would cause an international incident if they actually hurt us!" Alex can be heard yelling. "We need to wait!"

At Alex's outburst, Lando shuffles a bit more to his left, letting his side touch Danny's. Danny took that movement as an opportunity to shift his arm around Lando's waist. "I got you," he said quietly. "Alex is right. They don't want to hurt us. They want to make a statement."

Another outburst, this time from Fernando, "maybe if you could just follow the rules for once, this wouldn't be happening!" He appeared to be yelling at Lewis, who stood from a folding chair and yelled back, "nothing changes if we just follow the rules Nando!"

"Oh, and this is so much better?" Fernando retorts, standing from his own chair, throwing his hands in the air, gesturing at the room and their situation.

"Calm down, both of you!" George yells, his arms out sepating the older drivers. "This solves nothing!" The group continues their conversation back in hushed tones.

"So, a game?" Max asks conversationally, turning back to Daniel and Lando."Feel a bit old for the games you suggested but I will take a distraction. What do you want to do Daniel?"

"Truth or dare, Maxy?"

Max sighs and answers, "I am not sure what dares we would want to do right now, so I will stick to truth. Is there anything you do not know about me?"

Daniel leans his head back against the wall and thinks. "Hmmmm. If you hadn't crashed with Lewis in Monza 2021, would you have let me win?"

Max's face turns a bright red, and he turns back towards the arguing drivers across the room. "Why would you ask that?" he asks stiffly.

Max's answer interests Lando and he turns to watch Max's reaction.

"Come on Maxy. We'll never tell. Will we Lando?" Lando shakes his head no, while continuing to watch Max's face closely.

"I, of course, always want to win," Max says.

"Sure, of course you do," Daniel laughs. "But that doesn't answer the question Maxy."

"I was not disappointed that you won," Max continued carefully.

"Closer," Danny replied softly.

Max, exasperated, huffs, "I do not know for sure, but I did not intend to take any risks." He is still watching the drivers across the room so he does not see Lando's eyebrows raise.

"What if I'd gotten the lead? Would you have taken any risks then?"

"Not your turn," Max answers stiffly.

"Make it my turn then, ask me something," Lando responds. Max finally looks back at Lando and purposefully turns to Daniel.

"Truth or dare?" Max asks.

Danny laughs and says, "dare. I'm scared to know what you'll ask now."

Max frowns. He has no idea what to dare anyone to do right now. He glances at the other driver pairs around the room before coming up with an idea. "Go give everyone in this room a hug," Max suggests, turning back to Daniel with a bright smile. "Everyone loves your hugs and we could all use a little comfort and laugh."

Danny looks around the room and debates his response. He is not opposed to hugging the other drivers, even the normally standoffish ones would accept a hug from him he thinks, but this is an odd situation. Will they think he is making light of the situation if he moves from person to person with a quick hug? "How about this? I hug everyone over the next hour or so." Danny leans over and hugs Lando tight, holding on for several seconds until Lando starts to wiggle.

"Too much," Lando mutters. When Danny lets him go, Lando leans more into his space.

Noticing the shift, Danny leans over and pats Lando around his waist once more before standing and walking to the closest group.

Danny immediately walks up to Charles and hugs him close from the back while chatting over his shoulder to Pierre. Charles stood there stunned for a moment before turning himself around and wrapping his arms back around Daniel. After a moment, Danny leans back and asks, "Alright, Sharl?"

Charles offers a small smile and nod, "yes, yes, I am fine. Just want this to be over. Want to go back to racing."

"Of course you do," Danny says with a chuckle. With a pat on the back, Danny backs up and transfers his attention to Pierre. "Come 'er Pierre Gasly," says, for once saying his full name fairly normally, holding his arms open. Although Pierre sighs, he goes willingly into Daniel's arms. "That's it. Danny Ric is here." Their hug is brief but strong. With a pat on the back, Daniel says, "Lando, Max, and I are over there," pointing over his shoulder at the remaining duo, "if you want more company."

"Yeah, might join you in a bit," Pierre says while Charles nods. They are generally more comfortable speaking French when they are stressed, but being with their fellow drivers and friends might help too.

More?

[greatestrival]

max/daniel. e-rated (sex between daniel/ofc). angst. hurt no comfort. short drabble, 495 words. yearning

Objectively, it’s good sex. Daniel doesn’t need to be a genius that what he just had was good sex. The girl was hot. She was into him (they usually all are). He was into her. He ate her out and she sucked his dick and he made her cum twice. But it was fucking horrible. 

Daniel knows what good sex feels like. He’s been having good sex for more than a decade already. Good sex isn’t supposed to make you feel like this. Good sex doesn’t leave you feeling empty and makes you remember your ex-sort-of-current teammate and the blue in his eyes, the beauty mark on his lip, the pale skin of his thighs—well. It’s not supposed to make him feel that way. 

When Daniel was pumping his cock in and out of the girl the only thing that he could think about was when he and Max were doing their workouts together and Max were making those noises that Daniel jacked off to for two months straight and felt like an absolute fucking freak over. He’s over thirty, he shouldn’t be ashamed of liking men anymore. The girl was so fucking wet and the noises that she made should have been illegal, but Daniel could only think about Max’s pink fucking lips and how much he would sweat whenever he got out of the car. How Daniel had to physically stop himself every time to not lick it up and sniff Max’s armpits like a dog that hasn’t been neutered. 

The girl left already, at least Daniel had the courtesy to at least call her a cab from the hotel telephone. There’s nothing to prove that Daniel even had sex other than the tied up used condom in the basket underneath the table. He’s still butt fucking naked, cock limp and useless on his stomach. There’s the faint smell of smoke and whiskey that's stuck to his shirt on the bed, the girl and him not even waiting to take all their clothes up before they started sucking on each other’s tongues like they’re some sort of fucking animals. 

Daniel groans. 

He stands up and walks to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He knows he’s hot fucking shit and that he’s still got it, receding hairline or not. There aren’t any marks anywhere on his body, nor did Daniel leave any on the girl’s. They both know how to be discreet. 

Daniel scratches the stubble on his chin, walks to the shower to turn it on until it’s hot enough that Daniel can imagine the girl’s sweat vaporising alongside the steam fogging up the shower walls. He thinks about Max and what he must be doing right now. Probably something stupid like streaming with his iRacing buddies. Making jokes that Daniel won’t get and laughing at things Daniel won’t ever understand. Living a life that Daniel could’ve been a part of. 

He grabs a loofah and starts to wash his body. 

[sennaverstappen]

14 for maxiel please!!

14: Their cat/dog/pet liking you for these prompts !!

Daniel kicks his shoes off, per usual. It's not the first time he's been in here, and he knows Max doesn't like shoes inside. He happily obliges; why wouldn't he? It's been a while, though. The living room is noticably different, dark colours replaced with lighter ones, sunbeams hitting the couch from a newly installed window.

And basking in the sunlight, lays one of Max' crazy expensive cats.

He stops, dead in his tracks, eyeing the beast down. He doesn't dislike cats, it's - he's a bit... frightened by animals. He might be a honey badger, or something, but. Animals. Unpredictable.

Although hasn't everything been unpredictable for a while?

Max must have noticed his apprehension, elbowing him in a friendly manner. "It's just Jimmy, he doesn't bite..." In return, Daniel hears apprehension in his voice, a pause between the syllables, as if considering. "... usually."

It does little to ease his nerves. He hasn't been at Max' place since the kitties arrived - been a while, with COVID and restrictions and bikkering with multiple teams. It's a shame, really. He has missed this, missed hanging out with Max. The tension between him and a pet shouldn't ruin the experience.

He won't let it ruin the experience.

"Mate, I mean it. As long as you don't try to pet him, you - it will be fine," Max attempts to make him feel at ease, and it's sweet, as Max usually is. The angry Dutchman having been shelved a long time ago, his demeanor cracking to show something much sweeter instead. It fits him better, Daniel thinks. He's proud of how far he's come already. He knows he can never tell him without Max getting embarassed.

So, instead, he bravely takes another step towards the couch, where Max is gesturing him to sit. He's petting the damn thing, fucks sake. As if its claws wouldn't literally cause unhealable scarring.

Maybe Daniel is not as brave as he thought he was.

He's shaking a bit when he sits down, tries to joke about it to allieviate that awful honey-sick feeling in his chest when he gets like this: insincere. "That beast would eat you, if you died." Max just raises an eyebrow at him, before doubling over in laughter, a hand splayed on his chest as if to check if he's still alive. It makes him proud.

He's grinning like an idiot, when he feels something furry touch his hand and he shrieks. He fucking shrieks. Jimmy is - what the hell is that thing doing?

"Oh my God, Dan, I think he likes you!" Daniel stares at Max, completely puzzled, as the cat rubs his tiny head on his thigh. Maybe it will bite down? His nerves are still firing at 100 km/h. But. He stays put. It likes him?

Max looks almost proud, grinning from ear to ear. "Uh, mate, I don't - what the fuck is it - he, doing?" He's frowning, and Max has the audacity to laugh at him, a high shriek of his own.

"Daniel, cats rub up against you when they like you."

"So, he's not going to bite?"

He cackles again, and Daniel can grin with him now. "No, Jesus, he likes you. Is it that difficult to believe?"

In the corner of Max' living room hangs a poster; of Max himself, with him and Christian after a particularly good race. His chest tightens. That's a new addition, too. The sun beams down on Max, he himself beaming.

He starts petting the cat. Maybe it's not that difficult to believe, he thinks, as Jimmy starts purring.

[chesirecatsmile]

8. sunbathing pls 😇

"come on," daniel pulls his arm, his skin is hot and tan against max's. max goes.

he makes a sound on the back of his throat when he lays down on the sand . the beach isn't max's favourite, the sun is hot on his pale skin and the layer of thick white sunblock isn't doing much to help.

he lays under an umbrella as he watches daniel getting out of the water, body glistening and wet, swallows when he starts walking towards him, like that's not his, like he doesn't get daniel every day.

still, his heart flutters when wet lips touch his.

inspo this drawing by @fastestfrogs

my ao3

[i-am-church-the-cat]

if anyone would like f1 drabbles, i am in a writing mood with no plot in my head

[fahatesyou]

De-aged!Max, short drabble. Non Explicit. (Maxiel)

The kid stares at him.

When Daniel looks down to the boy's hands he makes a pained noise and holds Daniel's helmet tighter to his chest; it's the one with the pink and glitter on it. Daniel remembers him, a vague memory inside his head that he couldn't really picture even if he tried. Daniel knows he met Max when Max was younger; they shook hands back in his torturous rookie days filled with thousands of other stupid promotions and awkward meetings. He saw the photos too, when they resurfaced from place in the bottom of the internet after Max was announced as his new team mate. 

Daniel is sure; this has to be Max. Kid Max. Boy Max. A chubby faced blonde boy standing in the middle of his living room caught red handed. 

"Hey," Daniel murmurs, not really sure if he's dreaming, or if he's dead. Or maybe Max is dead, maybe he crashed while Daniel was sleeping and his younger soul came to say goodbye. Maybe this is a visit from Max's wandering soul to say farewell to their little secret den. Maybe Max was thinking of Daniel as he lost control of his car and that's why he's stuck in this version of himself, the one Max was way before he grew up and became a man that liked women and won world championships.

"Max, a—are you, is, is it really you?" Daniel stutters. 

The boy, Max, looks at him with wild eyes after he hears Daniel say his name and drops the helmet to the floor. The loud crack of the material startles Daniel, he takes a step back, nervous and on his toes, not really knowing what the boy will do. 

"Don't tell my papa," Max whispers, pulling the end of his shirt and wiping his hands on it like he touched something dirty. "I was only looking." 

Daniel shakes his head quickly, raising both hands in truce.  

My papa. 

Shit.

If Max's father from another dimension comes out of Daniel's kitchen or something, then he may actually drop dead right in the spot. Or end up in jail. 

"It's okay, mate." Daniel soothes him. He tries smiling but boy Max doesn't smile back. "It's a pretty cool, right?, it's good, don't worry." 

Boy Max frowns, and then looks down at Daniel's helmet lying on the floor. Daniel thinks for a second that Max will pick it up, but the thought gets thrown out of the window soon as Max's shoe hits the visor and makes the helmet fly to the other side of the room.

"Well, shit." Daniel says, frowning back at the Max from a different timeline. "That was rude as fuck." 

"I want my papa," Boy Max grunts, crossing his arms over his chest, his face flushing pink. "Call my papa, now." He orders Daniel, like it's Daniel's fault he's here and not wherever he should be at. Or whenever. Shit.

It must be a sign from God or something, but as soon as the words leave the kid's mouth, Daniel's phone starts blasting the loud new stupid ringtone Michael installed on it as a joke a few days ago.

"Shit," Daniel curses. He stares back at mini Max trying to seem commanding and holds a warning finger towards him, "Don't move." 

Daniel runs to his room and rushes towards his phone resting on the bed; a bad habit that has cost him a few screens.

It's Max, his name written next to the tongue emoji that Max put on there when he saved his number on Daniel's phone years ago.

"Max?," Daniel whispers in panic, a weird feeling flooding his body as he considers he may be going crazy for real. It doesn't feel like a dream. The kid looked fucking real and alive. And Daniel hasn't been this awake since he was born, probably. 

"Daniel," Max says, sounding like he just saw a fucking ghost. "Daniel, you, you—you're never gonna believe me. Please, listen, ju—just, listen to me, please." 

Daniel feels a cold wind hit the back of his neck, some tingling sensation of a pair of eyes on him. He looks over his shoulder and almost faints when the kid is there, holding a small butter knife so tightly his knuckles are white. Max is shaking like a leaf, but so is Daniel, and he realizes the weapon of the boy he curses at his old self for being too lazy after eating those croissants.

"I want to go home," Boy Max says, and Daniel is so overwhelmed by the insanity of the situation it takes him a few seconds to realize the kid's face is wet with tears, "I want to go back, now." He growls at Daniel, shaking the silverware in his hand as a treat.

For fucks sake.

"I do, " Daniel sighs to the other side of the line. He presses the speaker button and holds the phone towards the Dutch murder baby in front of him. "so you better fucking believe me too. And put the fucking butter knife down." 

[catofthecanals289]

and watch the setting sun | max/daniel | 4.8k  drabble

It’s Sunday today and Daniel is pretty sure he and Scotty had plans to meet up with some of their West Coast buddies and continue their party trip. But one glance at his phone and Max’s ‘love you too!’, a picture of him at their breakfast table with Sassy climbing on his shoulder, has intense homesickness surge up inside him and fuck, he’s really getting old. He’s in Las fucking Vegas and he’s considering heading home early because he misses his boyfriend. ---- Prompt: Daniel feeling old & getting some loving reasurance from his man (max ofc) x

[onboardsorasora]

massaging or sitting in the others lap!

Sorry I took forever with this Anonstie, I wanted to do both but couldn't think of the right scenario. But we got there and I hope you like it!!

They were in the wilderness, awake early and posted up on the hunting stand in the middle of a clearing right before sunrise. Daniel was so tired, he blearily noted the majestic rising of the sun behind the mountain range to their right? Left? It didn’t matter

It was early, ass crack o'clock to be exact and Max looked too bright eyed and bushy tailed for someone who had gotten even less sleep than Daniel himself received.

They had arrived last night at the house– it was a little more than a cabin but just not as rustic. It had been in the family for years now and had been updated when Max and Victoria were kids. Daniel was always thankful for the indoor plumbing and recent addition of wifi. Max's dad, Jos, had prepped the place for them, knowing that Max would make the pilgrimage into the wilds for his birthday no matter what. It was tradition he would say.

Max had told him many times about how much fun it had been growing up and the weekend trips they would take up the mountain since his birthday was in the peak of bird hunting season. And of course, Victoria continued the tradition with Lio and Luka. 

Daniel…well he didn’t hate hunting, but he thought it was a lot of effort when they could wake up later in the same cabin and go hiking to a spot in the hills at a more reasonable time.

The first flight of birds leaving their nests for food had already passed, Max had had a stellar shoot, they would have a fine lunch. Maybe dinner. Then he passed the shotgun to Daniel and (once again) taught him how to hold it and aim. 

They did this every year, and every year as soon as they went back home, Daniel forgot how to shoot. Not only was it just not his sport, he simply looked forward to the massage he got from Max afterwards. So he liked his boyfriend’s hands on him, sue him.

While Vic took the boys down to the nearby stream, Max sat on a wooden bench and pulled Daniel to sit on his lap. Daniel leaned into him, clutching Max’s arms that wrapped around his camo clad belly.

“Fine shootn’ today Maxy Max.” Daniel tried to use a Texan accent when they went hunting. It started as a joke and the boys absolutely loved it.

Max smiled a crinkly faced smile, he also got a kick out of it. “Of course, I have been shooting since I was Luka’s age.” 

“A fine cowboy you’d make.”

Max snorted, “always, you are silly Daniel. But yes, I can provide for my family out in the wilderness.” Max rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

“Well you know what they say, save a horse…” Daniel grinned and turned so he was sitting across Max’s legs. He threw his arms around Max’s shoulders, wincing slightly as he did, he truly never got used to the kickback of the old shotgun Max used.

“Are you sore?” Max sprung into action, pressing his thumbs softly into the tender tissue much to Daniel’s relief. “You didn’t cup it close enough, you always forget I think.” Max murmured, his focus honed in on making sure Daniel was ok.

“I’ll cup you close enough.” Daniel teased in reply, grinning at Max’s snort.

“You are doing it on purpose, maybe. Of course you don’t have to hurt yourself to get a massage, Love, I’ll gladly give you one when we get home.”

Daniel kissed Max’s forehead, brushing his hair back with his nose. “I’ll hold you to it since you insist on using that ancient thing.”

He laughed loudly at Max’s squawk of outrage, pleased when his boyfriend launched into the very familiar– and yearly– ‘rant’ about how his gun wasn’t old and he didn’t need to buy a new one and if Daniel would just listen and practice the kick wouldn’t hurt him.

Traditions indeed.

[lightsout-andawaywego]

Maxiel Residency Match Day AU (778 words)

A/N: I am very new to both F1 Tumblr and F1 in general, but I’ve been in a massive writing slump and so when inspiration struck, I couldn’t ignore it. Hope someone finds this and enjoys it!

It doesn’t sink in that it’s really Match Day until Carlos and Lando are standing up there with their families, hand in hand, tearing their envelopes open with their teeth so they don’t have to let go of one another. They shake their envelopes off the life-changing slips of paper inside, then shake the papers again to unfold them.

Max sees the moment they realize they’re paired together, the way Carlos instantly leans over to kiss Lando’s curls and squeeze his waist, how Lando tears up and presses himself closer.

“I’m matched to neurology,” he says.

“I’m matched to cardiology,” Carlos adds, his hand slipping to Lando’s neck.

“And we’re going to Cedars Sinai in Los Angeles,” Lando finishes softly, in obvious relief. He stares at his match letter as his family and the rest of the fourth year med students cheer for him.

Even as Max feels happy for them his heart sinks. He and Daniel had been fighting when they’d applied for residency programs and they hadn’t aligned their choices at all, and they don’t - it shouldn’t matter. It’s not like Daniel will be standing up there with him to announce their matches proudly together. He won’t have anyone up there at all - some of his friends had offered, but he’d brushed them off. There would be a livestream and even though his father might not - probably wouldn’t - turn it on, the thought of exposing his friends to his father’s disparaging comments was too much to risk.

He watches as Charles, Pierre, Esteban, and Alex get their matches and their dreams come true, the unabashed joy in their eyes, the freedom with which they celebrate with their families. Pierre and Alex must see his nerves on his face, because they both reach over to pat his shoulder reassuringly as they return to their seats.

When Daniel’s name is called, Max’s heart drops all the way out of his body. It’s supposed to be day his dreams come true too, and instead he feels as though everything is slipping away from him.

Only Daniel’s sister is there with him but it doesn’t matter, his bright, beaming smile takes up the entire stage. Daniel opens his envelope upside down, just to be difficult, and the delay makes Max very nearly snap at him. When he sees his letter, his smile falters, just slightly.

“I’ve matched to pediatrics, holy fuck,” Daniel whispers into the microphone, and then quickly glances apologetically to his favorite professor in the front row. “I…I will be going to Boston for pediatrics at Tufts.”

Max stops breathing as Daniel receives his cheers. He could…if he got into…there’s a chance, however small, but it feels like far too much to hope.

From across the room, he sees Lando and Carlos whispering animatedly to each other; near them, Pierre is saying something to his mother and he swears that he points directly to him.

It feels like eons before Max’s turn is called, and he suddenly feels small without a support system. The light pointed at him feels suffocating, and when he pulls his envelope out, his hands are shaking. “Um, hold on, I…” he looks around desperately, suddenly completely positive that he cannot do this.

The room goes quiet. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Lando try to stand up, but Carlos shakes his head almost as quickly, tilting his head towards -

Daniel, standing in the middle of the aisle, trying his best to be invisible, smiling at him encouragingly. The look Max shoots at him must be appropriately terrified, because as soon as their eyes meet Daniel takes off toward him. When Daniel reaches the stage, Max mindlessly thrusts his envelope at him. He doesn’t take it, but he reaches his finger under the fold, tears it open, and holds out his match letter. Max stares at it blankly until Daniel’s hand brushes up on his back gently.

“Right,” he says into the microphone, cheeks red. With all the dexterity of a baby horse, he unfolds it, and his heart is clanging around again, no turning back now.

He feels Daniel’s hand jerk against him before he reads the bold words printed for himself. “I have been matched to anesthesiology at Harvard,” he says, breathless, the words just loud enough to carry over the sound system.

Absently, he hears his friends cheer for him, for them. “In Boston,” he says, just to Daniel, and Daniel’s smile is still taking up the whole stage, but it’s different, because this time it’s the one he only sees when Daniel is looking at him.

“Boston, Maxy,” Daniel grins, and Max throws himself into his arms.

[reigningmax]

Please tell us more about single dad maxiel!!!!!

This is inspired by this amazing ficlet by @thatsapodium. CC: @blamemma

Daniel has a surprise baby at like 18-19 years old. This can be mpreg or he gets a girl pregnant who wants nothing to do with the baby. It's him and his son (Henry) from day 1, but Daniel decides to keep racing. His parents help him out until he has enough money to get a nanny but during the first like 5 years of Henry's life, while people know about him, Daniel is so so protective over him and doesn't bring him to the paddock much or post anything about him. When Max becomes his teammate and meets Henry (who's 6 now), they immediately click :( Henry loves Max. Absolutely obsessed with him. So Daniel keeps bringing Henry, more than ever before in the past 6 years, and Max is such an important part of Henry's life.

During all of this, Max and Daniel are definitely pinning for each other. Looks, Touches, Things Being Said, all of it. But Daniel is scared and wants to focus on not bringing anyone Serious into Henry's life, and Max is too nervous despite how sure he feels about Daniel cause he's so young and Daniel has Henry to worry about.

Fast forward like 5 years. Henry's 11. Daniel is a reserve driver cause he doesn't wanna give up racing but he does wanna spend more time with Henry. Max is such a prominent part of their lives. And it's a comment by Henry about how the two of them need to fuck already that spurs their conversation!!!! They've basically been in a relationship for 5 years already so it gets serious quite fast??

Anyways, queue some angst - Max deciplines Henry about something a year into his relationship with Danny and gets an earful from Daniel about how Henry is not his son. Queue Daniel making it up to him. Add in some emotional fluff with Henry asking Max a year later if he can call him "papa". Max proposes to Daniel a year after that and they decide to have a baby that's half Max cause Daniel wants a kid with the Verstappen genes. Henry def freaks out a little cause what if Max doesn't have time for him anymore!!! So they have Max and Henry days where they do some sort of activity. Henry asks Max to adopt him as a wedding present for his papa :')

Bonus - Daniel makes Max teach Henry how to drive cause he's bad but pretends he isn't. Henry doesn't race, goes into engineering but their daughter 100% does and is determined from when she's 4 that she's gonna be a world champion like her dads!

[wolfiemcwolferson]

I though to myself “what kind of insane or wholesome thing should I ask for?” And landed on something up your alley: werewolf Dan going grrrrr on some people who try hurt human Max (could be a non driver au!). Bonus for some werewolf Pierre and human Charles being friends and coming to help? Idk, memories of teen wolf are banging around in my head like a DVD logo on screen. Dan being possessive in a healthy way! Max loving it! Piarles love! Idk, love them werewolves!!! (please tell me if this is too much)

Vicsy, my friend. I'm sorry this took me so long. I had a long think.

This actually is going to be a little scene pre - and it's coming closer. Just for you. So have a drabble from werewolf Pierre fic. It's a bit different, but I hope it scratches the itch.

Also, I guess Spoilers for my own damn fic.

Max could protect himself. Daniel was intimately familiar with all of the ways Max could protect himself.

He had a scar on his ribcage from...one of those enthusiastic protections.

It's just that...Max is making him wait for something and Daniel is like...fine with that. Something to do with their pack and the whole reason Max is here and blah blah blah. Danny knows it's important.

But right now. right now. Max is wearing one of those open shirts and he's dancing underneath the lights and it's touching all of his skin in the places that Danny is only allowed to look at and never touch.

Not yet.

Not until whatever Max is waiting on happens.

Danny trusts him and he trusts Pierre and he can be a very very patient man - he has been - but the thing that's cracking that patience tonight is that Daniel is under the impression that Max still knows that he is his.

Max might not be Danny's right now, might not be in his bed, but he's not in anyone else's.

Danny certainly isn't in anyone else's.

"Hey," Pierre bumps their shoulders together. "I knew bringing you two out this close was stupid, but get it together, yeah? You can't go wolfie in here."

"That guy is touching him." Danny grits out. "He's got his fucking -"

"Daniel." Pierre bites, pointing outside, but Daniel is already going, shoving through people to get out the back door, abandoning Pierre when he should be protecting him.

His breathing is hard and Pierre was right. He has no business being in this bar - not when it smells like sex and desire and Max. Everywhere smelling like Max. People smelling like they want Max.

The metal door slams shut behind him and Daniel gulps in the air - feeling the moon pressing down on him.

This was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be a way to keep them all in check - let them burn off some of that energy that makes them a bit crazy this close to the moon - and Danny has ruined it by being two seconds away from -

Danny is leaning against the dumpster and it smells so awful and overwhelming, but it's clearing his head of Max. Or that's what he tells himself when he hears the backdoor open and he spins.

"Danny," Max is saying his name before he's even out the door, but he doesn't look mad - just soft. Sweat still dripping off his body and Danny can definitely smell all of that - can smell everything and it's really not helping with the moon and the -

Until he catches a whiff of that other guy - his scent all over Max so Danny puts up a hand, can't stand to have him this close.

"You are being very silly," Max says with a raised eyebrow. "You know I don't -"

"No, Max." Danny bites out, anger and frustration bleeding through. "I don't know because all I know is that I have to wait and -"

Max steps right into his space, hands on his face and it all melts away because all Danny can see is blue and all he can smell is Max and all he can feel is want.

It's not often that Max gets close enough to him for Danny to feel the bond between them, but he feels it now and it's like every other time - like the moon no longer has any say over Danny. Only Max. Only ever Max.

The bond between them flickers and it's enough that Danny can feel it - can feel how Max was dancing with that man and thinking about Danny's hands on him. How he only wanted Danny there. How he waits on Danny everyday. How he consults the gods for -

"Someone is coming," Danny whispers eyes wide. "Someone -"

"For Pierre." Max smiles before tipping his head forward to rest on Danny's collarbone. "After he comes." Max whispers. "That's what you're waiting on. When he comes, you and I get to -"

Danny wraps his arms around Max, tucking his face into his hair. "You don't have to tell me more. I know how it works."

Max breathes him in deeply and another flicker of something comes through - desire and trust. The feeling of being protected.

Danny can wait.

Danny can be patient.

"Soon," Max kisses Danny's jaw as he pulls away. "Thank you for wanting to protect my honor from that very ridiculous man, but you can go and run it off now. I promise, the only man I'm going home with is Lando and he won't try anything with me."

"He's too afraid you'll turn him into a toad." Danny laughs, trying to pin Max's quick fingers before they can pinch him in retaliation.

"I am not that kind of witch, Daniel." Max huffs and Danny releases him.

"Soon." Danny confirms.

Max raises a shaky hand to Danny's cheek. Love. It's love that comes through. "Soon."