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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Masterlist
23 she/her
Send any prompts or thoughts, I love hearing what you guys think
I write for most Daniel ships, brocedes, sewis, Lewis/John Elkann
AO3: Preet01
Other works by me: [x] [x]
Fics Masterlist
[a work in progress]
max: daniel gave me his racing number for…a couple of drinks (x)
me:
In the scene where Shane tells Ilya that he’s gay, all I could think about is how well it would work in the Maxiel dynamic
Daniel, all nervous and excited at this new part of himself, telling max that he’s gay
Max, who has been fucking Daniel for nearly a decade now, just there like what else did you think what we we’ve been doing meant??? Danyul I took your number, you wore my balaclava??????
Max is like ‘did you think you were straight this whole time Danyul?’
Daniel who has been grappling with the thought of whether he’d been bi like he thought or gay this whole time wanting Max to share his excitement and Max is like ‘Daniel I know what your hole tastes like. I know you’re gay?’
And Daniel’s like ‘you can’t just say that!!’
Daniel getting a boyfriend post retirement
2.2k | Daniel/OMC ft. drizzles of Maxiel and droplets of Scaniel
CW for internalized homophobia and a brief reference to recreational drug use
i asked for requests yesterday but instead i drew brocedes.... i will get to them tomorrow hehe
oh 🥺
Danny ric wip
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.
we ain't angry at you, love. you're the greatest thing we've lost
summary:
“Back when it was just us.” Daniel mused, digging his nail into the cork.
“It was us for a time until Max took over your brain” Valtteri murmured, drinking more wine from the bottle. He glanced over at Daniel who’d looked up at him sharply.
“It was us until I started losing.” Daniel clarified, pointing with the cork. Valtteri handed him the bottle and he took a swig. “Max was just there to lighten the blow.”
tags: Just Two Guys Out of A Seat Reminiscing, Soft Boys, minor smut, Reminiscing, No Regrets Only Memories, for old times sake, Lots of Allusions to Going Back To Your Ex
I've been sitting on this for months, I'm sorry. Please enjoy.
Castles crumbling is the The Daniel Song for me
Like nothing has described his trajectory public perception wise to me
"Once, I had an empire in a golden age
I was held up so high, I used to be great
They used to cheer when they saw my face
Now, I fear I have fallen from grace
And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
And you don't want to know me
I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now—"
if you see this, reblog with the last sentence you’ve written for a fic 🤲
maxiel blurb
have i completely abandoned this blog for the past 6 weeks or so? yes. am i sorry to all my mutuals? also yes. did i come back to post a blurb i wrote in one sitting on my notes app while i waited for my dentist appointment? wouldn't you guess it, absolutely.
The wooden bench was warm. Maybe a stray cat or two had huddled up on it, made themselves into a little ball as they languidly enjoyed the warm rays of sunshine. Maybe Grace and Joe had sat on it. Daniel could hear them if he closed his eyes, the sated voices of two people at the end of their lives with the knowledge they'd do it all again, debating on whether it'd rain in the evening, or something equally as trivial.
When Max sat down, the wooden bench creaked under his weight, the old boards Joe had nailed down decades ago having succumbed to the outdoor weather as the years passed. Daniel had had his eyes closed, elbows resting on his spread knees, head hung low as he slowly breathed. Max didn't say anything, but he didn't have to; Daniel recognized his footsteps. He cleared his throat before speaking, "I didn't know you were in Australia"
So sobering to wake up and realise that there are people on here who don't even have a moral last ditch, any red line whatsoever and that the comfort of a parasocial relationship is dearer to them than the dignity of human lives. Lance Stroll is the son of a billionaire and there is no spot on god's green earth he could not have spent his summer break but instead he's vacationing in the zone of interest, partying in the country that has live streamed a genocide for almost 20 months with someone who works for the IDF. He decided to go party near the concentration camp with a concentration guard. Repulsive beyond measure.
Oscar Piastri's masterful Spa-Francorchamps win was reminiscent of Daniel Ricciardo's finest F1 drive back in 2014
i love how every race nico rosberg commentates is just like. dramatic one-liner. extremely detailed technical and well researched wheel knowledge. insane f1 lore. even more insane gay f1 lore. cunty snide. love confession to lewis. more extremely detailed technical and well research wheel knowledge. marriage proposal to lewis.
A brocedes fic loosely inspired by Lewis giving Nico's daughters presents and Nico not telling Lewis that he was retiring
I couldn't get the idea out of my head last night so here it is! word count: 1230
Would you give it all up for me?
The question haunts him. The what-ifs fill his thoughts and dreams. Every word echoes in his ears like clockwork every year as he wraps presents.
Would you give it all up for me?
Nico had asked him that when they were teammates, friends, neighbors, rivals, lovers, everything to one another. He had asked him with the resignation of already knowing the answer.
Once upon a time, Lewis knew that the answer would have been a resounding yes. No hesitation or doubt about it. He would have said yes and pulled Nico into his arms while jokingly chastising him for even thinking that anything could hold higher regard than him, than the love they shared and the life they wanted to create together.
That, however, was before. It was before they’d become teammates. It was before they’d become the only equal comparisons for one another. It was before they’d become championship rivals. It was before the mind games and media spins. It was before the weight trimming and crashes.
They hadn’t been in the before when Nico asked. They’d gone through too much, done too much.
So he had said, “I- I… can’t.”
He sometimes wonders if Nico knows that his answer has hurt him just as much as it had hurt Nico. He sometimes wonders if Nico knows his choice continues to haunt him as much as Nico’s words do.
Lewis hadn’t been able to give it up for Nico. Not then. Not after the 2016 championship battle. Not after losing a title and with it the person who was for so many years his everything.
Nico hadn’t said anything after Lewis said he couldn’t give it all up for him. He had just stood there with tears running down his face and every little bit of hope he’d had shattered.
“I can’t go out like this,” Lewis had done his best to explain why. He had given every reason under the sun, excuse after excuse for why after winning three championships he couldn’t give it all up for the dreams they’d had as children when only one championship each was more than enough.
For days, Lewis had thought that Nico understood. Despite everything since 2014, Nico had always known him best. Nico had always known what drove Lewis and why he needed to be the best. Nico had known him in a way that no one else ever had or would — it was why all their clashes and petty remarks hurt more than anything else in the world.
He had learned about Nico retiring through Toto. There was a group chat — rarely used in 2016 — in which Nico had been removed after Toto sent a farewell message and Valtteri had been added soon after with a welcome message.
Would you give it all up for me?
Lewis hadn’t known it at the time but he knew it now. The question had been Nico’s own complicated way of speaking about potentially retiring. And when Lewis said he couldn’t give it all up, Nico had finalized his choice.
“I can’t keep fighting you, it’s killing me,” Nico had whispered after the prize-giving gala, “and you can’t give up F1.”
Those days after Abu Dhabi 2016 constantly replay in his head. They constantly make him wonder if one single thing done differently could have changed everything. If saying yes would have kept them as teammates for years to come. If saying yes would have kept Nico by his side and him by Nico’s side regardless of what they decided to do.
He wonders about it constantly, especially when he wraps presents for Nico’s daughters. No matter how much his team of assistants and friends try to take the task off of his hands, he remains unable to say yes — a common theme it seems when it concerns something related to Nico.
Tying the last piece of ribbon into a bow, Lewis lets out a sigh. The easiest part is done, but the hardest is yet to come. Soon he’ll have to move all the presents into the usual cart he uses to transport gifts from his apartment to the one that Nico shares with his family — Vivian, his two daughters, and the bunny Lewis had gifted for Christmas the year prior (based on Vivian’s suggestion since the girls and Nico wanted a family pet in the form of a bunny). When all the gifts are on the cart, he’ll have to decide whether he knocks on the door and wait for someone to answer, or leave the presents in front of the door after knocking and send Viv a text that there are presents for the girls.
Last year Nico hadn’t been home, but this year, Nico opens the door as screams of ‘Uncle Lewis’ fill the apartment.
Would you give it all up for me?
Had Lewis said yes, then maybe there wouldn’t be screams for Uncle Lewis and the presents he brings every year like clockwork on Christmas and the ones he has delivered (but still wrapped by him) for their birthdays. Had Lewis said yes, then maybe he would be more than an honorary uncle they briefly see when he drops off presents, but a third parental figure.
“Do you want to come in?” Nico asks softly despite knowing the answer.
“I shouldn’t,” Lewis replies like clockwork, always saying no to Nico these days.
“Probably not,” Nico agrees.
“Do you ever think what it would have been like if I said ye-“ he doesn’t get the chance to finish the question.
“You wouldn’t be Lewis if you said yes,” Nico cuts him off, “you wouldn’t be the man or driver that Anthony raised. It would’ve killed you to leave it all just as it would’ve killed me to stay.”
“Ferrari sent some of the new hats, I thought the girls would like them…”
“They will,” Nico says, pulling the cart into his apartment.
Weeks later, when Lewis returns from his vacation and makes a stop in Monaco before he has to go to Maranello for his first official visit to the Ferrari facility, he sees the cart in the entryway.
Like clockwork, it’s returned to him around his birthday — courtesy of Vivian, he’s sure despite Nico being the one who actually has his key — with drawings the girls had made as a thank you/birthday present, as well as pictures of the whole family enjoying and opening the gifts he’d delivered,
The pictures are neatly placed in his Nico trunk with all the other mementos and pieces of his relationship with Nico — from when they first met as boys to the present. It had been a box at first, but sometime around 2018, Lewis had upgraded to a trunk.
The drawings replace the ones already hanging on his fridge. The old ones will go in the Nico trunk where years of drawings already reside.
Would you give it all up for me?
More often than not, Lewis wishes that he could have given it all up for Nico, for them, and for the life they could’ve had. More often than not, Lewis wishes that he could have said yes without hesitation and kissed Nico like he deserved after finally winning a championship.
But they can’t turn back time. They’d made their choices long ago and now had to live with them.
Daniel Ricciardo takes a selfie with a fan flying back to the US | 11.07.25