#MAXIEL

[slutforpringles]

Daniel liking all the Max World Champion posts 🫶🏼🥹

[blamemma]

these two moments are the same, just in different fonts 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

my eternal love and gratitude to @yesloulou for the gif on the left and @cecoeur for the gif on the right 😘💖✨

[adimouze]

an incomplete list of truly unhinged shit max verstappen has said/done this year about daniel ricciardo

said he should have taken a picture of daniel asleep on the plane next to him because it was sooooo funny bearing in mind no one found it funny (daniel found it funny)

checked out at daniel on the honda thanks day podium then tucked his hair behind his ear when daniel looked at him

honda day in general (kart fucking, passenger princessing)

asked if he was going to go on a romantic date with daniel

when said it wasn't a romantic date he y/n-ed a date at daniel's farm where they would be racing dirt bikes and daniel (someone who has experience with dirt bikes) would be getting injured but they both would be missing the next few races

used checo and yuki as padel nets for their game of pretend padel while scotty james (another daniel ricciardo harem member) stared off into the distance

walked so far off ahead with daniel during filming that marketing could barely point them out in the photo

pointing and laughing at checo's rendition of suzuka circuit together

said, in front of nico hulkenberg, kevin magnussen, checo perez and god himself that he would choose to go to a deserted island with daniel and just daniel

said he couldn't describe daniel in just three words

said everything is better with daniel right next to his teammate

hitting each other with fishing nets in monaco

max placing his hand on the railing behind daniel while taking a photo

daniel casually walking into an interview max is doing and bringing him stroopwaffels when asked

called daniel a horny man

let daniel walk him through the paddock with his hand on max's back

"it is of course daniel" and the world's biggest smile

answered daniel for most things

told everyone he hated going to goodwood then looked like he had the most fun with his legs tucked up next to daniel

sat next to each other the entire time and hoped they could be teammates (for the WEC!!! ofc!!! sneaky look)

spent an entire drivers parade shitting on his car with daniel (who is in another team)

walked past his teammate to leave for the summer break without talking because he was with daniel

HELICOPTER RIDE INTO THE SUNSET

singapore padel date

defended daniel to the world without prompting

singapore walk in the rain

"thank you daniel"

"he can have whatever he wants"

liked every single post daniel made within seconds except the one where he's cuddled up with another man

monaco padel date with daniel in last night's clothes

[undercoverdonderwolk]

circling back to max saying daniel would be his emergency contact lmaoooo like he could have said literally anyone else he has friends on the grid he has former and current teammates he could have even made a joke out of it and say the worst guy to call in an emergency but max “i’m always honest” stood there and could genuinely not think of anyone else he would even consider using as his emergency contact. even though daniel's retired and not of much use in an emergency rn, as max himself pointed out, he was still like i don’t trust any of you bitches i’d rather wait for hours until daniel’s made it here from wherever the hell he is than say any of you!

[si11ypiratecat]

Why hockey au maxiel fic is not a thing! Fuck just look at them!!

MAX VERSTAPPEN & DANIEL RICCIARDO – Puck Off Challenge

[gamermaxy]

max needs an orange cat

'come on,' daniel chases the big, orange maine coon across the living room of his shared flat. the little scrap of clothing is clutched in one hand and treats are in the other. 'let me put this on you, your papa is gonna love it.'

at the sound of his papa, rocky stops, beady yellow eyes boring into daniel's. the aussie grabs him, taking the cat between his legs and ties the little handkerchief around his neck.

'good boy,' the man cooes, stroking rocky's long, soft fur until he purrs. opening the wet treat, daniel offers it to the creature that has only just learnt to tolerate him. rocky licks at the tube incessantly, forcing daniel to practically empty the tube in one motion. 'that wasn't so bad, was it? you look so handsome. good boy, rocky.'

rocky lets out a little chirp and sits for daniel to take a barrage of photos of him before skittering off at the sound of one of the other cats. daniel listens as the scratch of his claws against the floor fade into silence.

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a little text lets daniel know that max has just gotten off the plane and is on his way home. he frantically searches for rocky, calling out the cat's name and half yelling pspsps around the apartment.

'rocky, come on, buddy,' he calls out, shaking a bag of dreamies. jimmy bolts out of the bathroom and pulls at daniel's leg for a treat. the australian is weak to saying no to any of max's children so he opens the bag and drops a foul-smelling treat on the floor. 'there you go, now help me find rocky.'

jimmy lets out a cry for another treat but saunters off when he realises that daniel does not currently care for him. daniel can't deny that the cat gave him the stink eye and mutters a prick under his breath before looking for max's orange son.

'rocky, come on, papa will be home soon,' he pleads, hoping the furry creature will have mercy on him. 'we got you all nice and dressed up for him.'

daniel sighs at the lack of fur running towards him and endeavours to the bedroom, patting on any and every lump on the bed until one yells back at him.

'ah, there you are,' daniel glares at the creature, all curled up and glaring back at him. he carries the cat into the front room and past a picture of his namesake, max's beloved rb19 before closing the door. 'you're not going anywhere until papa sees you.'

rocky lets out an impressed chirp and headbutts at the treats in daniel's hand until the aussie is forced to placate the creature with as many as he demands.

'don't eat so quickly, i'm not cleaning your barf off the carpet,' daniel says, giving yet another treat to the purring kitty. rocky crawls into daniel's lap, purring into each pet.

the cat startles as the door opens but scampers off the spare human's lap to his papa.

'hej, rocky,' max whispers into the maine coon's fur, scratching at his fluffy chin. 'what has your dad dressed you in?'

max pulls back to properly admire the little handkerchief around rocky's neck. it's got four stars embroidered on it, not dissimilar to the one he wore when he first got the cat. only, now, he's wearing one more star...

'congratulations on another championship, baby,' daniel whispers, pulling max into a kiss. beneath them. rocky lets out a frustrated wail at the loss of attention from his beloved papa.

[romanceandbands]

If Daniel was there in Vegas him and Max would have gotten so drunk and then accidentally gotten married in the paddock chapel

[sequinsandfins]

Thinking about all the drunken voice notes Daniel woke up to after the Max won the WDC.

[ness-sste]

Dear Maxiel nation, here is my modest contribution

[formula-archive]

Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen in Monaco, 2019.

[adimouze]

post-las vegas WDC max/daniel, rated M. ~1300 words. @girlsdads mentioned something about a lil bit of LL hating in a fic so. I did a lil bit of LL hating too.

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A face floats into Max’s field of vision probably three hours into the fifth different party Max had been shepherded to since the race ended. He’s about ninety-percent sure he’s still in Las Vegas. He blinks blearily at it, hoping at least it’s pretty enough to look at. It has been a while since. Since.

Liam Lawson blinks back. Not who he was expecting. Gross. 

“Max,” he says, sounding too sober for whatever time it is. The club is loud but Max can still unfortunately hear him. “Are you okay?”

Max attempts a sweeping gesture, he’s carrying a glass of something and it hits someone’s back, making Max drop it with a smash. Liam cringes, looking like he’s about to complain. “This is my party, mate,” Max says, cutting off whatever Liam was going to say. “I’m fucking great.”

“Christian just left,” Liam says, and Max kind of hates how he talks but what can you do. Maybe he just doesn’t like Liam. “I think there’s another party happening a few blocks from now, do you want to join me?”

If Christian left that means Max can leave without theoretically offending anybody, even though it is his party. Half of the people around him don’t seem like people he knows anyway. “Nah man, you go on ahead, I’ll head back to the hotel –”

“Oh then I’ll head back with you,” Liam’s probably the most cheerful he’s been since Max met him. “Yuki scored and left me here.” 

Pity isn’t something Max feels often, but he does feel a bit of pity now. In his first year he was never left alone in clubs, either Carlos or Daniel were always there making sure they were around to get him back to wherever before they took someone home or to their hotel rooms. More often it was Daniel, and more often Daniel didn’t take anyone home, because they were sharing a room and more often it was just fun to watch onboards together, side by side. 

No one else but them. 

Then again, Max was a teenager in his first year and Liam’s twenty-two. He wouldn’t need babysitting. 

“Alright,” Max isn’t sure where he is. He doesn’t know how to ask Liam without sounding like an absolute idiot. 

“I have a car waiting,” Liam adds, after Max stared off into the distance for a few seconds, willing someone to appear with a car. Maybe Max isn’t being as subtle as he thought he was. 

_____

Red Bull and VCARB drivers are often put up in the same hotel, usually the standard room but Helmut had finangled him a penthouse upgrade on Thursday, telling Max that he deserved a proper room to party in, like Max was going to bring home an orgy. 

He’s pretty sure Liam couldn’t possibly have gotten a penthouse upgrade too. He’s sure hotels only have one penthouse? He’s sure. If he was less drunk he would be surer. But Liam makes no move to push any buttons. 

“Mind if I come up for a nightcap?” Liam asks, smiling. This is the most Max has seen him smile ever since he got Daniel…ever since Daniel left and he jumped in the car. Max does not want him to come up for a nightcap but Max is feeling generous tonight. 

“Sure, why not.” Someone had spilled what seems like a bottle of champagne on him at some point in the night and his shirt is sticking to him. He’s too tired to shower. Meh. It’ll be a problem for hungover Max tomorrow. 

The lift goes up insanely fast but still feels too slow for Max tonight. He’s WDC, four times WDC, he’s used to faster things, sue him. Liam is still staring at him. 

“Good driving tonight,” Max says, for want of anything better to do or say. He has no idea where Liam finished to be honest. 

“I finished 16,” Liam says flatly. Yikes. Well. 

The door dings open onto Max’s floor. And. 

Daniel’s sitting on the giant sectional of the penthouse living room. 

He looks gorgeous. Max wants to stare forever. He looks broad and good and tanned, his beard has filled in a lot more than when Max last saw him in Monaco, his hair thicker. The sweatshirt he’s wearing looks less oversized than usual, fitting his shoulders instead of drooping over them, and his trousers make his thighs look great. 

He’s smirking. He looks like a frat guy. He looks like one of those men from Victoria’s magazines that Max definitely didn’t jerk off over. 

Max is probably drooling, and Liam runs into him as he’s stepping out of the lift. 

“Oh sorry mate I – Daniel, hello.” Liam’s voice is a bit high. Confused. Probably scared. “Didn’t realize you were in Vegas. Red Bull didn’t…”

Daniel stands up and comes over. Max is still staring. Daniel moves like an apex predator and Liam’s just the runt of litter in this.  “Hey Liam. Well. Red Bull doesn’t own me anymore mate, do they? I can be wherever I want.”

He claps Liam on the shoulder in greeting then grabs Max’s limp hand. “Came to see my boy be the World Champion again.”

Liam’s probably saying something but Max doesn’t care, because Daniel’s pulling him in, arms going around Max, sticky shirt and all, and Max is going to swoon because Daniel smells good, good, good, their lips meeting after ages, Daniel’s lips and tongue the best, most refreshing thing Max has tasted all night. Someone’s moaning. 

It’s him. 

“Um…”

Liam’s still there. 

Max tries to pull back but Daniel’s got his hands on his ass, lifting, lifting, and Max’s legs going around him in response, and Daniel’s got them on the sofa in a second, Max perched on Daniel’s wide wide thighs without even separating their lips once. It’s the hottest thing Max has ever felt. He’s going to come just from the thought alone. 

“Liam,” Daniel’s saying, pulling back a few centimeters to give Max some breathing space. “I’m going to fuck my husband on this sofa right now, and he’s going to be screaming loud enough to be heard from the moon. So like,” he pops the k, and Max’s dick twitches, precome dripping into his underwear, “unless you want a front row seat to that for some reason, shouldn’t you be heading to bed?” 

“Husband?” Liam’s stuttering. “Excuse me? You can’t – Does Christian know? He’s going to be so mad at you, Max what the fuck –?”

“Get out,” Daniel says. Max has never heard him sound like that. “Now.” 

“I’m calling Christian,” Liam says as a parting shot. “He won’t – he’s not going to allow this.”

“Yeah you do that, mate,” Daniel rolls his eyes then squeezes Max’s ass harder. God, he’s so hot. Max feels insane. Husband husband husband. “What’s he going to do, fire me again?” 

The lift dings shut again. They’re blessedly alone. 

“Husband?” Max snorts, shivering as Daniel’s fingers undo his pant buttons. “Bit presumptuous of you, don’t you think?”

“The ring’s in the suitcase, baby,” Daniel says, smiling like a wolf, fingers curling around Max’s dick. Max grinds into the feeling, needing Daniel inside him right now. This is the best day of his life. “Was hoping you’d say yes.”

“Let me think about it,” Max laughs, and Daniel bites his nipple through his shirt. “Liam’s probably told the Herald by now.”

“I’ll personally send him the wedding photos,” Daniel cackles, licking up Max’s neck, leaving wet trails in the cold air con of the room, “if he promises to send me photos of Christian when he tells him I was about to fuck him in front of you.”

“Stop talking about Christian and fuck the World Champion already, husband,” Max says, his laughter turning into moans when Daniel all too willingly complies.

[undercoverdonderwolk]

like max picked daniel when he wasn't even any of the choices available lmao. so many options, none of which were daniel, and max still went 'i'd choose daniel'

[slutforpringles]

https://x.com/canalplusf1/status/1861081799029358665?s=46&t=iwK_UZLkVaXQGS10L3YqJg

So they really were just there and the canal team held a mic up max and said hey say some stuff about rally

It really does seem like Max and Daniel were just on a besties date playing padel one on one, and Canalplus completely unrelatedly happened to be at the same courts filming Thierry Neuville hence why we got a tiny maxiel cameo.

Honestly kind makes me love them all the more 🫶🏻🥹

[qwerty019283ytrewq]

I'll just leave it here...

[maxipad33]

“They’re still calling you Daniel. Thank you, Daniel.”

[sequinsandfins]

The thrill of his fourth championship is only eclipsed by what it means.

Four WDCs means that Daniel will finally allow four of his fingers inside him.

Stretching him out further than before.

Max can’t wait to get inside him.

He’s finally earned it, and Daniel is only 90 minutes away.