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#daniel was always either honey badger or giggles
onboardsorasora · 1 month
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De aged Daniel is just like his older self wanting to eat things that he shouldn’t
I think it was the p1 podcast where Daniel said he falls asleep to true crime podcasts or something like that, so de aged Daniel needs max to tell him a story until he falls asleep. And Max either tells him a story of Daniel’s Red Bull years or Monza 2021
this one was fun to write
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De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Pt2 | De-Aged Daniel Pt3 | De-Aged Daniel Pt 4 | De- Aged Daniel Pt 5
Max watched fondly as Little Daniel climbed onto the bed in the guest room, his new red Ferrari pjs were vibrant even in the low light. Charles had come through with all sorts of branded merch and Daniel was in heaven while Max was in hell. It was alright though, Max knew he had loads of time to make a Red Bull fan out of him yet.
Little Daniel threw himself onto the bed, starfishing atop the blankets before giggling and scurrying away from Max’s tickling fingers. 
“Did you brush your teeth?” Max asked, Little Daniel bore his teeth at him, a miniature version of a face Daniel made all the time. Max couldn’t hold back his own grin.
“All clean! See!” Little Daniel confirmed.
“Do you want a plushie?” Max looked over to the pile of plushies that his nephews favored that he unearthed from storage. Little Daniel looked at the offerings and pouted, his eyes turned sad.
“Where Maxy? Want Maxy.” Daniel bit his finger and looked up at Max beneath his lashes. 
“I’m right here.” Max pointed to himself and Little Daniel’s face grew upset.
“Want Maxy.” he folded his arms to his chest and Max rolled his eyes and sighed.
“I’ll get Maxy.” He left the room to grab the cushion he’d tried to hide while Little Daniel was brushing his teeth. The cushion that marketing had given him as a gag gift and he’d kept hidden away until Little Daniel saw it and fell in love.
He looked at the silver sequins and brushed them all in an upwards direction to see his own face staring back at him. He couldn’t lie, he felt a little happy that Daniel had wanted his likeness to make him feel safe while he slept. Daniel in every version was his favourite person, he hoped the inverse was true. 
He walked back into the guest room brandishing the cushion, melting at how Little Daniel’s face quite literally cracked open with joy and Max felt that warmth in his chest that people always talk about. Something something his heart outside of his body.
Little Daniel hugged the pillow close, uncaring about the sequins then looked up at Max with his wide adorable honey eyes.
“Can you read me a story?” Daniel nibbled the corner of the cushion. “Pweese. Mummy always does.”
“Of course, what kind of story?” Max sat on the edge of the bed, Little Daniel scootched over then looked pointedly at the adult sized space beside him. Max shook his head fondly at how demanding Daniel was for affection in every form, and leaned against the head of the bed. 
“A racing story!” Little Daniel cuddled up to Max’s side under his arm.
“Of course.” Max tickled Little Daniel’s side and the boy giggled loudly. “Ahmm.” Max looked to the ceiling for a moment.
“Ok, I’ll tell you the story about how a honey badger won a race.”
“What's dat?” Little Daniel looked up at him with curious eyes. Max ran a hand through his hair.
“It's a lovely animal that isn’t scared of anything. It's cute and cuddly but then it's fast and protective.”
“Like you?” Max felt that cute aggression again, warring with the puddle he wanted to melt into. 
“Like you!” Max announced, enjoying Little Daniel’s shock.
“What aminal is Maxy?” Little Daniel fingered a few of the sequins.
“I’m a lion.”
“Lions go rawr!” Little Daniel offered sagely.
“Lewis is a panther, I think.” Max said.
“What sounds do they make?”
“I think they go rawr too.”
“What aminal is Shaarrllll?”
Max thought for a second. “I dunno, maybe a mouse.” He tickled Little Daniel and he shrieked a laugh. 
They eventually settled and Max started telling Little Daniel the story about how the Honey Badger won the race. He kept his voice soft and even and ran his hand steadily through the little boy’s hair.
“And then the panther and the lion crashed just as the honey badger drove past them to cross the finish line.” Max looked down to see Little Daniel’s face slack with sleep, tucked into Max’s waist. With a fond smile, he tucked Little Daniel into the sheets, making sure the pillows he placed to line the edge of the bed were still secure. He left the bedroom, pulling the door almost closed leaving just enough space to let in the light from the hallway.
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jensonsbuttons · 3 years
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“I think it’s time to buzz a tower.”
Pilot: Lewis “Wizard” Hamilton
RIO: Daniel “Giggles” Ricciardo
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edie-baby · 3 years
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Baby Boy Chapter 3 | Lando Norris
Summary: Milana Navratilova is the best friend of Victoria Verstappen, and is for lack of a better word, a minx. She can pull anyone into bed with her at any time. So when she attends the Austrian Grand Prix with Victoria, the drivers make for good bedfellows. Until she finds a man who makes her finally feel like herself. Her baby boy.
Warnings: smut, swearing, non-con kiss (will be a chapter warning for that one), look there’s a lando nipple
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“Have you met Vic’s friend before today?” George questioned Max as he, Charles, Lando, Pierre Gasly, and Daniel Ricciardo all sat around a booth with drinks in their hands. Max immediately began shaking his head, swallowing his beer harshly before opening his mouth.
“You think she would have walked away from us without being fucked up against a wall if I had?” Max’s words were vulgar, he knew, but he also knew the same thoughts had travelled through the heads of the men who had met her.
“I’m sorry, little Maxie boy, did you just say you would have fucked her against a wall? Since when did you get so adventurous?” Daniel laughed, the infectious sound pulling chuckles out of the other men at the table. Max grumbled to himself, not having much to retort as he had always been a bit reserved when it came to actually doing the deed.
“In Max’s defence, even I would have done some seriously bad things to her.” George added, his mind filled with the thoughts of taking her from behind, her round ass perched up in the air.
“I think she already has her eyes on Lando though.” Charles laughed, seeing the immediate blush that covered the Brit’s features.
“What?” Daniel yelled, his voice joking but overflowing with curiosity.
“She said he was one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever met. Looked like she was going to jump his bones and fuck him in the middle of the paddock.” Charles continued, stunning Daniel, Pierre, and Lando himself. Sure, he had noticed she was checking him out, but certainly didn’t detect the desire Charles was describing.
“You’ll have to point her out for me. I’ll work my honey badger charm on her and she’ll forget about Lando.” Daniel chuckled, straightening his short sleeve button up. The six men decided that would be a good time to move throughout the room, mingling with other drivers and the guests each of them had brought along.
After a while, Max disappeared for a few minutes, coming back with two women in tow. One, a tall blonde with endless legs, the other, a short silver-haired girl with curves that made a gay man’s mouth water. Max escorted the women toward the bar, taking a shot of tequila with them before slowly taking them around the room and introducing them to his colleagues. Most of them knew who Victoria was, but had never actually conversed with.
Lando, standing by his biggest supporter of him actually finding a girlfriend (it was Carlos. he never fucking shut up about Lando getting a girlfriend and there were multiple times Lando wanted nothing more than to sack whack the man so hard his balls fell off), was shell shocked when he caught the silver flash of hair that unmistakably belonged to the Czech he had seen earlier that day. Her sharp curves, highlighted even further by the tight maroon dress that stretched so deliciously across her ass his mouth started watering.
A whistle stole his attention, the blush rising on his cheeks for the umpteenth time that night, and he turned to look at Carlos, the most devious smile on his face that Lan had ever seen.
“So, that’s the girl everyone’s talking about.” Carlos tutted, his fingers flexing around the glass in his hand. Lando looked at him with a furrowed brow, a possessiveness he had never felt before burrowing deep in his gut. Lando hummed a noncommittal noise from the back of his throat and took a few steps off toward the bar to order something stronger than the lemonade he had planned to sip on the rest of the night. He needed something to dull his heightened senses that followed Milana around the room.
“Victoria, lovely to see you again. And who’s this?” Lewis Hamilton had stepped toward the women whilst Max was at the bar. He had run into the young Verstappen in the paddock a few times and always made friendly conversation, but didn’t want her brother getting the wrong idea.
“This is Milana Navratilova, my other half.” Victoria introduced. Her arm was wrapped around her friend’s waist, her fingers occasionally drifting across her left hip.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Milana spoke, offering her hand to Lewis who took it with a kind smile.
“How long have the two of you been together?” Lewis smiled, and looked confusedly at the women as they began laughing.
“We’re just friends, Lew. Can’t hold this one down, that’s for sure.” Victoria teased, Milana pulling a mock-offended face at her friend before dramatically strutting off. She brushed her hand along Lewis’ shoulder as a silent goodbye and made her way toward the dance floor.
There, she found the rambunctious Daniel Ricciardo, who she had briefly met earlier in the night before being dragged away by her friend’s brother. With him were a few other drivers she didn’t know, along with a sea of gorgeous women. Daniel spotted her almost instantly, dancing his way through the crowd to grab a hold of one of her hands and pull her back into the throng of dancing bodies. The pulse of the bass drove deep into her chest, her body moving on its own accord as she let the music and alcohol take over her body. She felt Daniel’s presence behind her, one of his hands entwined with her own while the other gripped her hip with a strength that lit her core on fire.
Victoria watched Milana dance with the Australian, he was known to be a player, but Victoria was more worried for him than for her own friend. She was known to many of her friends as the ‘Queen of No-Strings-Attached’. Max soon returned to Victoria and Lewis, handing his sister her drink while awkwardly holding both his and Milana’s. His eyes quickly followed Victoria’s eyes and found the goddess grinding up against his ex-teammate. Max downed his drink quickly, and drank most of hers as well before marching toward the pair. Victoria’s eyes widened as she watched his confident, and slightly jealous, walk. She giggled quietly, knowing the night wouldn’t end how either of the men might have predicted.
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