Daniel and Charles arrive at Albert Park | Friday, 2024 Australian Grand Prix 🇦🇺 © Scott Barbour (thank u!! @blamemma)

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Daniel and Charles arrive at Albert Park | Friday, 2024 Australian Grand Prix 🇦🇺 © Scott Barbour (thank u!! @blamemma)
Following In Seb’s Footsteps: Becoming the Other Woman - this too caught my eye
So this is the most barebones wip I have as it’s relatively new. But the idea is based on how Seb was never the therapist but the mistress in the brocedes divorce
Charles is following in Seb’s footsteps and becoming the other woman when Maxiel were having their post 2018 daniel leaving Red Bull break. He wants Daniel and he’s going to get him
The main focus of the fic is the badger bunny 2019 Vegas trip that they talk about but never say what exactly happened there
Max is in the bed that he shares with Daniel when he sees the picture. It’s innocent. Just Daniel in a club – not unexpected as Daniel had many friends in the states that he would go out with.
What’s not innocent is the way Charles is wrapped around Daniel. What’s not innocent is that they're in Las Vegas together, Daniel’s not in Los Angeles like he had said after the Hungarian race. What’s not innocent is the paparazzi picture of Daniel and Charles stumbling out of the club and to a hotel together. For most, it would seem entirely innocent the way they're holding up one another in their drunken walk down the Vegas strip. But Max knows better. Max knows Daniel. And Max knows Charles. He knows better.
He’s seen it happen before, not too many years ago, in another relationship that seemed unbreakable.
What is Charles and Daniel duo name??
Danchal? Chaniel? Lecciardo?
I’ve seen some badger bunny that’s fucking cute as fuck
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Rating: Explicit Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Daniel Ricciardo Summary: He already knew he was going to be overthinking all night about what went wrong and what could possibly go wrong tomorrow. But with Daniel, he'd have a distraction. Notes: I haven't written anything in a long while but I suddenly got very inspired to write these two again. I started writing this after Austria's qualifying and idk, I do have some more ideas that I might want to write out, please please let me know if anyone else still ship them, I'm having a really bad case of hyper fixation going on lmao. Also I do not know French so please correct me if I used any words wrong.
WIP Wednesday
I haven't written in 84 years but somehow f1 has inspired me lol. Have some badgerbunny, might post the whole fic soon
Two and a half grueling hours later he was finally able to leave the track. A briefing with the team had only reignited his frustration, no one had been able to give him a straight answer yet about what had caused his engine to turn off and having to say ‘I don't know’ in three different languages had soured his mood even further. So once he'd been allowed to leave, he only stopped by his own hotel room to drop his bag there, shower and change into comfortable sweatpants and an oversized hoodie before heading to Daniel's room, thankfully, and conveniently, in the same hotel. He knocked on Daniel's door and only needed to wait for a moment before it opened and he was greeted with Daniel's smiling face. “Hey…I'm glad you could make it.” Daniel said softly, taking Charles’ hand to pull him inside and closed the door behind them. Charles didn't say anything, just tugged on the Australian’s hand to spin him around, making Daniel crowd him against the wall. Then he let go, only to wrap both of his arms around Daniel’s neck, pulling him even closer. “Daniel…I…” Charles started, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers played with the curls at the back of the older man's neck “Please…I need a distraction…”