#chaniel

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i've been working on this since october and it's still not done, but i'm almost at 3k (i’m very slow i know) so i thought i would post a little preview because i'm too excited tbh

the whole fic is essentially centered around a poly relationship between charles, daniel, lando and the reader, but this part only contains charles and daniel (chaniel? or lecciardo?) as they're just impatient little shits

so enjoy (hopefully) these almost 500 words of my lightweight brainrot (the heavy parts come later hehe) and don't hesitate to give me any feedback (my inbox is open for any thoughts and requests), it would be much appreciated, thank youu for reading!<33

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“Na-uh,” he murmured and grabbed Charles by his waist, pulling him back and into his embrace. Charles was slightly taken aback by Daniel’s sudden actions, but not in a bad way. His heart skipped a beat at the closeness of his partner that he has been yearning so long for. Daniel’s left hand rested on Charles’ back firmly holding him against his chest, while his right hand snaked its way onto Charles’ neck, his thumb slowly stroking the Monegasque’s flushed cheek.

“You’re not going anywhere, I’ve missed you too much for that,” Daniel said in a hushed voice laced with need.

“I’ve missed you, too, Dan,” Charles replied slightly shyly and smiled, fondness visible in the way he looked at the Australian. He hooked his hands behind Daniel’s neck and run his fingers through the hair on the back of his head. When their lips finally met after weeks, Charles felt like his heart was going to explode and Daniel was buzzing with happiness. You watched them have their little moment, engulfed in their kiss, and pouted a little at the sight. You loved seeing your boys be so happy and in love. It would certainly be nice to join them, but instead you went to sit on the couch to give them some space; you’re going to have plenty of opportunities to shower them both in affection later. Daniel just happened to snatch Charles faster than you, which did not surprise you considering being fast was what he did for a living.

Even though you left to sit down, you were not immune to their smooching; the open kitchen was connected to the living room and you had a nice view of them from your spot. Charles moved his right hand from Daniel’s neck to his bicep, gently squeezing the muscle, which had him weak in the knees. Thankfully, Daniel was still supporting him with a hand around his waist, holding him as close as possible. His tongue traced Charles’ lower lip and then bit it and sucked on it a little bit, which made Charles moan. Their kiss became more heated and Daniel started to move slowly, pushing Charles’ back against the kitchen countertop. “Up,” Daniel huffed huskily and Charles obliged. With the help of his partner’s arm, he lifted himself on the countertop and parted his legs wide so Daniel could fit in. He leaned back into Daniel to kiss him again, gently caressing his cheeks. Daniel rubbed Charles’ bare thighs, since he was only in his boxers, slowly moving up to his waist and under his shirt, to explore all of that skin he’s been craving. Charles scooted closer to Daniel and hugged his torso with his legs, pressing his semi-hard cock to Danny’s stomach.

THEY HAD DINNER TOGETHER

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Chapter 1: The Third Constant in F1

After well over a decade in the sport, Sebastian Vettel is sure of three things in Formula One. Three things that never change and will always remain a constant in the circus that they all loved so much. 

One: Cash is King. Everything they did, everywhere they raced, every track they raced on, it was decided based on how much money people were willing to spend. 

Two: People will always hate the dominating driver. They had hated him, they hated Lewis, and now they hate Max. It’s just how the world of Formula One works, or rather the way of sports in general. People will always hate the winners because their guy is losing. 

Three: Daniel Ricciardo will have at least two men fighting for his attention at any given moment. And more than likely, Daniel will be completely unaware that they can’t stand one another. 

In the early days of Daniel’s career it had been Lewis and Jenson. The teammates loved the adoration Daniel gave them. Two world champions, young and talented at a team that could win them races but not more championships, had found a sort of solace in the adoration given to them by a driver so early in his career. It didn’t hurt that Daniel was so willing to go along with whatever they wanted, so happy to be positioned any which way, to be shared and used and ruined if they so wished.

Then it was Lewis and Nico. The teammates playing tug of war with their favorite Aussie on podiums. Both wanting Daniel and not wanting the other to have a moment alone with him. Daniel hadn’t minded being stuck between the two Mercedes teammates due to his love for their attention. A heady feeling for the Australian who was trying to make his mark on the sport and prove that he deserved his Red Bull seat over all the others. 

Towards the end of the Lewis and Nico teammates era, Max had entered the picture. Young, rash, and so clearly in love with Daniel. So it had become Lewis and Max chasing after Daniel’s affections. A driver cemented in the sport and in his efforts for Daniel versus a driver desperate to clutch on tightly to everything that he received. 

Lewis always remained, never pushing for more than Daniel was willing to give but never settling for anything less than what he wanted. A complicated position for a complicated man. Max, on the other hand, wanted to take and take, never settling for sharing Daniel. At least not in his early years when his only true competition had been Lewis and Max had been on the same team as Daniel. 

As time progressed and more competition for Daniel arrived, there was little Max could do about his selfishness when it came to Daniel. They were no longer on the same team and the others outnumbered him. 

In 2018, Charles and Scotty James had staked their claims on Daniel. Unlike the rest of them, Scotty was Australian and close to Daniel in ways the others never could be. Charles, so pretty and perfect, had been just like Max in the sense he took what he wanted and without any hesitation. And when it had been Daniel, he hadn’t hesitated in securing a place at Daniel’s side during the Monaco celebrations. His own awful home race hadn’t prevented him from celebrating Daniel’s win and claiming Daniel as his prize. 

Then came George, a fan who wanted to know Daniel intimately, in every sense of the word. And Lando who laughed like he was dying at Daniel’s jokes about pubes and mustaches. But unlike George who didn’t hesitate to befriend Daniel and call him Danny Ric and wear clothes that Daniel designed just to have his attention, Lando was shyer, took more time. He’s more sensitive, Daniels had once said with a look of pure adoration for the young Brit.

Sebastian had gotten used to dealing with drivers that fell for Daniel’s charms. He knew what to say to them, how to give them a shovel talk and threaten them if needed, he knew how to protect Daniel from getting hurt. Hell, he even knew how to deal with Scotty. 

One would think that by the seventh time it happened, Sebastian would have no qualms with threatening someone and being intimidating for Daniel’s sake. One would think that until they saw the most recent victim to Daniel’s charms. 

Daniel had gone and gotten an American football player to be completely enthralled by him. Twice his size (and Sebastian’s), Josh Allen towered over all the rest and easily manhandled Daniel. 

Day 4 - Come Inflation

Pairing: Daniel/Charles

WC: 914

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Charles shifts in his seat, clearing his throat for no reason in particular, trying his best not to show the mixture of arousal and nervousness on his face. It's only a day until he and Carlos are set to race in Australia, so they’re at Albert Park, sitting in on some meeting that he didn’t think he really needed to be there for. He listens vaguely and scribbles whatever random words he hears just to make it seem like he cares. Charles crosses one leg over the other and has to stop writing. The plug inside of him shifts too, pressing into his prostate, his eyes closing to try and gather himself.

Danchal? Chaniel? Lecciardo?

Charles jumps, immediately cupping his pec as if to shield it from any future attacks. Daniel only grins at the reaction.

"Aw mate, you still have it?" He says, all bright and more curious than surprised. "Thought you'd've taken it out by now and have it healed. I'm almost touched."

Charles merely shrugs. "I like the way it looks."

Daniel hums. "Yeah, no, I getcha there."

He smooths his hands down his shirt, and if you weren't actually looking, if you weren't truly privy to the lines of this conversation, you wouldn't have seen anything remiss. Wouldn't have noticed it. But Charles notices the too sharp bumps, identical to the one he has on his own thin shirt, and musters every mental capacity he has not to spontaneously combust at the images that crawl into his head.

Flashing lights, too many drinks, stumbling into a piercing shop together and chucking his shirt off because it was too hot and finding himself on the operating chair after Daniel had goaded him into doing something stupid again. The sharp, almost dull pain of a needle on the left side of his chest, opposite to Daniel's right one.

"Say," Daniel slides an arm around Charles, steering him to the nearest exit and out of his memories. "We should go again sometime, book another trip, just you and me this time. Finish the set together."

Charles chews on the inside of his cheek. "I don't know..."

"C'mon Charles," and Daniel's tongue rolls his name into a sh sound, "for old time's sake. Do a washed up driver a favor, eh? I took care of you last time, didn't I? It'll be just the same." He winks.

Charles doesn't think about how Daniel had taken care of him last time. He doesn't. Instead, he thinks of an interview Daniel had done a long while ago: I got along pretty well with Charles. He's vulnerable to peer pressure so it's fun. And Charles thinks, and says: