#maxiel wip

[anemptyflask]

🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃 (i'm greedy)

“Will you eat too?” 

And so much for being relinquished from the deal. Even Max’s memory lapse wouldn’t free him apparently. 

“Yup. Made a whole sandwich for myself and everything.” 

Max is eyeing him but he keeps blinking and rubbing his eyes. 

“Everything okay, Maxy?” 

“What- yes- fine- I-” He breaks off. “I had some medicine beside the bed did you-” 

“I have it, yes.” Daniel interrupts. 

“Why?” 

“I was afraid the cats would get into it. It was all over the table.” 

“Oh…” He can tell it doesn’t sound right to Max, but that he also doesn’t have enough brain power to call him on it. “Can I have them back?” 

“After you eat.” Maybe. 

“Daniel-”

“Less talking, more eating.” He places the sandwich on a paper plate (Daniel certainly didn’t want to do dishes and he doubted Max could stand that long in his current state) placing it in front of Max along with a bowl of soup. “Bon appetit.” 

Max stares at the food, still blinking, then looks up at Daniel. 

Daniel grins, trying not to let the worry fill his eyes. Sitting beside Max, he doesn’t think, shoving a spoonful of soup into his mouth. It’s good. He has to admit it’s good. It’s very good. Max is still staring at him. He eats a little more before grabbing the grilled cheese and dunking it in the soup. 

Max looks from Daniel to the food and back before carefully picking up his own spoon. The first bite he takes is a relief. Because this means it’s working. This means they’ll be okay. This means GP was wrong and he is perfectly capable of handling a probably strung out, definitely sick Max Verstappen all on how own. 

He fights the urge to fill the silence, shoveling food in his mouth instead. If he doesn’t think about it maybe the calories don’t count. If he keeps eating, maybe Max will keep eating too. 

Max eats almost half of the sandwich and more than half of the soup. Then he stops, closing his eyes. He lets out a breath through his nose then holds out his hand. “Can I have the medicine now?” 

Daniel chews his bite slowly, not wanting to think or talk or deal with this right now. “What do you need them for, Maxy?” 

Max peaks up at him, eyes only a squint. “I am an adult. I do not have to answer to you.”

“No,” Daniel concedes slowly, “But I also don’t gotta give ‘em to you if I think they’ll hurt you.”

[graveltrapping]

Have the most random off shot AU for my Girl Max/Maxiel fic that has somehow transformed into a Queen of the Netherlands Max Emelia Verstappen???

Still young carting champion, wins everything she can, but instead of becoming an F1 driver at 17 she becomes the Queen of a whole country after Jos abdicates because of governmental pressure because of his bad rep or something similar. She trades in greasy race tracks, crash helmets and go-carts for military titles and the Crown Jewels. Is forced to oversee governmental issues and public relations as an emotionally stunted teenage girl instead of race death defying cars across the world. She hates it but has never in her life done something half send.

The Netherlands love her of course, how could you not, and she is a legitimate figurehead of state that the people have literally seen grow up into a powerhouse of a woman.

She never goes to Red Bull, Daniel never leaves, he’s gets his championships and they meet in passing maybe at the Belgian GP a couple times cause she’s still car obsessed, before Zandvoort is reintroduced in 2021 and CEMENTED in that calendar. It’s not leaving the roster till she’s dead.

They meet properly and they are mutually obsessed. They do a couple Hot Laps but Max drives, breaking many speed limits and stressing the whole country out, before Daniel wins the race and kisses her hand when she present the trophy. Flirting with the literal Queen of Holland on live national television. Max flirts back. The internet losses their mind.

33 Max Verstapen still somehow makes its way into existence.

[dinomighty]

One of my WIPs is a A/B/O World where sort of courting hunts happen? A way to celebrate Old traditions in a new fun way. And that's where Max and Daniel meet and Max is so pleased because his Sire has threatened him with the kind of Alpha Jos approves of. Now I'm toying with adding Michael as Daniel's alpha lover and Max not knowing how to deal with this because he's been brought up in a super traditional home and he wasn't expecting any Alpha interested in him to be like 'also I'm sleeping with my Alpha best friend.' It ends well obvs because Michael is caring and amazing and doesn't expect anything from Max but Max finds his cuddles are wonderful and soothing and his kisses are fantastic. Hmm....

[anemptyflask]

(renndistanz) hellooo i would loveee to see a bit of the maxiel summer 2021 wip if you're still taking emojis 👀👀 🥃🥃🥃

There's silence on the other line, GP deciding how much he trusts him. Daniel wishes he had it in himself to be offended.

“Keep me updated.” He can imagine GP with his lips pressed together, maybe even a glare.

“You got it.”

“Daniel, I'm serious. I need you to keep me updated on what's going on. I need to know if he's okay to drive in Belgium.”

Oh Max would be fine to race in Belgium. Whether he actually was or not, Max would find a way. “Yup, will do.”

Another sigh, GP clearly rethinking getting that plane ticket. “Do you have Brad's number?”

“Uhhhh,” he pulls the phone away from his ear going to his contacts and scrolling. “Yeah, yeah assuming he hasn't changed it.”

“If you have any problems contact him. He knows the proper doses and what physical plan he's supposed to be on.”

Daniel was getting tired of being instructed what to do when he would (in GP's eyes) inevitably fail. “For sure, you got it. Max is waking up I gotta go but great chat, will call ya if I need ya.” he hangs up before GP can manage an answer.

Now considering the fact that Max was not in fact awake, he had to find a way to entertain himself until then.

@renndistanz

[anemptyflask]

🥃🥃staying on brand

He's regretting the call now, wishing he'd kept GP in the dark. Not that it would have worked. GP can be rather persistent when he wants to be. “You don't need to worry. I'll take care of it.”

“Take care of what, Daniel.”

Daniel looks at the clock again, wondering if maybe it would have been faster to just pick up the groceries himself. But that would require leaving Max alone. “He's… been sick.” That was one way to put it.

[anemptyflask]

🥃🥃🥃 need some maxiel pleasee

Max’s skin is gray, deep bags under his eyes despite the hours of sleep. He’s leaning against the breakfast bar, barely able to keep his head up. 

“Have a seat, the food’s almost ready.” 

Max blinks up at him, face twisting into a frown. “Daniel?” 

“Yes?” 

“When did you get here?” 

He tries not to let the fear completely overwhelm him. This makes sense. Even if Max wasn’t high out of his mind, the chances of him thinking their previous interaction was any more than a dream was ridiculous. “Bout an hour ago. We had a nice little chat. You said you were hungry so I made some soup.” Most of that statement was a lie, but if Max didn’t remember then he couldn’t correct him on it. 

“I am not hungry.” 

“Eat anyway.” 

[anemptyflask]

🥃or dwtd please! Sorry for some reason I can't find the splatter emoji

🥃 TW: Drug mention

“What kind of sick?” 

Daniel begins tapping his fingers on the counter again. “He’s strung out.” He finally confesses. 

There’s silence on the other line before a baffled, “What’s he taking?” 

“It’s not like bad.” He clarifies, “They all look prescribed. I just think… he’s been taking a bit too much.” 

“Tramadol?” GP sounds exhausted. Like he knew this was going to happen the second it was prescribed.

“Yeah. And amitriptyline. That’s an anti-depressant, right?” 

“It used to be. Now it’s predominantly used for migraines.” So it all comes back to Silverstone. All of it. “Do I need to come? I can be on the next flight-”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’ve got it. Groceries are on their way and the pills are hidden away with me. I’ll get him fixed up.”

[anemptyflask]

🥃🥃🥃 you KNOW im gonna keep staying on brand

The rotten fruit goes into the bin first, then the counters are wiped down. He checks the cat food. The automatic feeder is getting low, so he tops it off, it’s the one “grocery” Max still has plenty of. 

By the time he’s made the kitchen a more livable space he gets a text update that the groceries are at the front door. Bringing them inside, he stocks the fridge and cabinets, leaving out the ingredients for grilled cheese and tomato soup. He stares at the bread for a long time, trying not to think about the high carb and calorie load. Especially on a non-race weekend. But it’s what Max had requested and Max needed to eat. 

Max had always had a particular way of making his sandwich. Daniel was one of the few people he would actually let make it for him. He makes two. He’s secretly hoping Max will eat both and relinquish Daniel from his deal to eat with him. 

The smell must waft through the walls, because it’s only a few moments after the second sandwich is finished that he hears the door creak open. Sassy comes running, taking up position underneath Daniel’s feet. 

“Well good morning, sunshine.” He comments over his shoulder as Max shuffles into the kitchen. He somehow looks even worse than he did in the bed.