“What are we going to do?” Danny ventures asking, voice a thinly veiled attempt at composure. This was their moment, it was all coming together. The years of hard work, the pay-out just around the corner. He couldn’t stomach thinking about letting everything slip through their fingers.
“Open auditions?” Noah replies.
OR
When Danny's band Enchanté loses their drummer right before a big show, they have to find a last-minute replacement. It's a good thing the bass player's sister knows a guy. It's a bad thing, for Danny at least, that the guy is a hot, young, drum prodigy who really knows how to work his sticks.
Rock Band AU for the @thankyoudanielfest Fic Fest!
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Danny / Max, explicit, chapters to be posted weekly!
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"Daniel Ricciardo introduced the [shoey] to Formula One in 2016, when he celebrated a podium finish at the German Grand Prix by performing a champagne shoey."
Thank you, Daniel! Fest – First wave roundup post.
Here's the second wave roundup post.
Did you feel that outpouring of love yesterday? That was all the creativity unleashed within the first reveal wave of our fest! As promised, here's the roundup post so you don't miss out on anything!
Fics:
The Designated Alternate Universe Driver (DAUD) by @fiveredlights
Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 483 words (chapter 1/2)
Daniel doesn't pass out when he finds out who the 2025 DAUD is. Benjamin wishes he did. There was a whole bet going.
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In The Eye of a Hurricane (there is quiet) by @shineon3
Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 5,1k words (complete)
Max is the one who gets the call.
He steps outside to take it, surprise and shock bleeding through his body language. Daniel watches over him until he comes back inside the small coffee shop, flashing him a small smile.
“Good news?”
“Great news,” Max’s grin widens.
Or: Love, healing, and all the ugly in-between.
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Putting Cares To Rest by @sillystappen
Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 2,8k words (complete)
Daniel has changed the way his room looks quite a bit this year. OR f you want 100 words(ish): The 2024 season has not been kind to Daniel, in fact he doesn't know if Formula 1 ever was. The narrative seems to have doomed him from the start. Part of him wants to beg, to scream, to cry that his time is not over, that he can still be one of the greats. But he's being realistic, and despite the hurt he knows that it's all good and done. He's going to let it all go, change his point of view, and move forward. What else can he do?
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Late night pick-up by @sequinsandfins
Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 4.7k words (chapter 1/2)
Ricky Bob Motors is a full service garage. Daniel likes hot guys and hot cars, and luckily for him, he is not in short supply of either. When he finds a hot guy who likes to be fucked over the hood of his own car, even better.
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Worth Everything by @beth1814
Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 2,4k words (complete)
After Singapore, Daniel went home to Australia, Max shows up after Abu Dhabi saying he is retired. Does Daniel risk everything and admit his feelings to Max?
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a star in the face of the sky by @champagneshoey
girl!Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 4,8k words (ongoing)
Always the media’s darling, endless articles get published in the wake of her departure. She doesn’t need to read them all. She knows they draw the same conclusion:
The future of women in Formula 1 does not include Danielle Ricciardo.
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Get It Right Back by @overtake
Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 6,6k words, (chapter 1/4)
Daniel grips cold porcelain between his fingers and watches the veins in his hand push against the skin with the effort. He takes one long, deep breath and takes stock of himself. His hair is freshly cut. His suit is tailored perfectly. When he smiles at his reflection, he can see a brief glimpse of the guy who once had a C over his chest and skated more naturally than he walked.
Toronto is going to be different, he promises himself. If this is his last chance at a Stanley Cup, he isn't leaving without a fight.
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formless shape by anonymous
Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 3,3k words (complete)
One week after he comes home for real (for good, maybe), Daniel makes himself text Max, even though thinking about anything and anybody related to F1 feels like raking himself over hot coals. It wasn’t Max’s fault, even if, in the end, Max wasn’t enough to save him.
Or: a story about an alternate Daniel who isn't living his best life after he gets kicked out of F1 and needs a little help getting there.
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growing sideways by @thewindowatkirkland
Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 20,8k words (complete)
“We’re in Monaco,” Max says, “and you haven’t lived in either of those places for a very long time, Daniel. Since 2013.”
It must be fucking amnesia, Daniel reasons, because when he went to bed last night it was July 2012. And here a grown up Max Verstappen is, telling him 2013 was a very long time ago.
OR: daniel wakes up in a bed he doesn’t recognise, next to a man he doesn’t know.
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tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow – podfic by @tkaptains, fic by whimsicule
Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 1.5 hours (chapter 1/3)
But before Max leaves them all in the dust, it’s Daniel’s turn. It has to be. Christian doesn’t get to decide that it isn’t. Because Daniel has given his all to this team, and he has waded through shit for this team, and this – retirement after fucking retirement – cannot be the end of the road. He deserves – no. He has earned it; to be there when this shitbox of a car finally improves and the gap to Mercedes closes.
So despite a voice in the back of his mind saying, get out while you still can, dipshit –
Daniel is staying at Red Bull.
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Edits and creations:
Daniel and the shoey by @overtake
Daniel themed necklace by @alasarys
All good, All Ways embroidery by @pitforwets
Music video by @notthehardtyres
Please show some love to everyone who participated! All of the people above have done an incredible job and we applaud them.
There is of course more to come but all in due time ❤️ See you on 24th of December for the second reveal wave!
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The final part in the Unlimited Kiss Coupon Universe <3 a longer author's note is located here, because I do have some things I want to say and because this also happens to be my contribution to @thankyoudanielfest! Big thanks to the mods for putting on this fest and allowing me to take part with this final part of the series.
Enjoy!
(notes: Unbeta'd as always so any mistakes are my own)
(if you'd like to start from the beginning you can do so here)
When Daniel had invited Max to Perth for the holidays, for Winter Break, he’d thought that that was all it was. An invite, a plan that would inevitably fall through like it always had. Daniel would offer, Max would accept, and then it just never quite worked out.
Which is why it was something of a shock to the system, static and freezing, when Max had sent him a photo from his private plane, and asked if Daniel had wanted to meet him at the airport or at the farm.
“You’re here?” Max had laughed across the line, but in a way that Daniel knew meant not just exasperation but fondness. The kind he used with Daniel rarely, because he seemed to have the hardest time getting annoyed with him, always willing to indulge. This was coloured by the clicks and tin of a phone line, but still all Max.
“Yes, Daniel, I am, of course, where I said I’d be on holiday. Unless you forgot?”
Daniel thinks perhaps the last bit wasn’t meant to come out as a question, that it wasn’t meant to sound unsure, but it’s there anyway, just a hint of it.
“Nah, ‘course not, Maxy.”
That was how Max had ended up at his farm in Perth, still wearing his jeans despite the heat, and helping Daniel to wrap gifts for his family.
“You should really not leave gift wrapping till the last minute, Daniel.” Max is holding a corner of a box of fancy hair care products for Daniel’s sister. She’d been talking about them for a while now but felt she couldn’t justify the price. Daniel, being who he was with as much loose money as he had, had purchased the hair care as she was talking about it. There was never any justifying with him, if he wanted something he got it.
Well.
“Well, this year I thought I’d add a personal touch. Try something new, you know.”
Daniel’s been trying to say things like trying something new and I have time for things now I didn’t before without a flinch and a brittleness to his body. He thinks he’s succeeded at least in part, no longer a collapsing planet, able to bear the brunt of talking about life after Formula One.
Max is looking at him with unblinking eyes, which if Daniel hadn’t known him as long as he had would be alarming. But he’s been the subject of it long enough, back in those early early Red Bull days, all the way into that horrible weekend Daniel doesn’t even want to name. Daniel simply looks back, with more blinks.
“I don’t think you should take up wrapping full time.” Max slides his gaze over to the pile of presents Daniel had done himself before Max had taken pity. They’re haphazard and ill fitting, folds with too much tape and corners too sharp and uneven.
Daniel’s not sure if the worst or best part is that he knows his family will love them anyway.
“Rome wasn’t built in a day, or whatever they say, Maximus.” Daniel tears a chunk of tape off and secures the most perfectly executed wrapping paper fold he’s ever done. “How did you even get this good at wrapping?”
Max shrugs, and grabs some ribbon. There’s a flush that starts to colour his cheeks. One of Daniel’s favourite things: the ease in which Max will blush. The strawberry sorbet redness of a dessert he hasn’t had in years but can remember clearly. His mouth fills with extra saliva at the thought.
“My grandmother,” Max starts, looks down as he carefully measures out the length for a bow. “We would, you know, at Christmas spend time together. I would help her wrap gifts for everyone. It was better most of the time, then having to be social.”
Daniel is sincere when he tells him that’s really nice, Max. It is, truly, something nice to think that there was some aspect of Max’s childhood that was good and happy and not cast over with the shadow of Jos looming.
Max is smiling at him in that way that’s gentle like the incoming tide on one of Daniel’s favourite beaches. Just lapping, coming forward slowly to let Daniel dip his toes into it. The aching fondness feels like the first brush of ice cold water.
Daniel clears his throat. “I think that’s all of them.”
It’s dark outside, the sun having set hours ago. Daniel hadn’t put up a Christmas tree this year, content to simply go over to his parents and enjoy theirs–but he had made sure the lighting was dim as possible for his eyes as much as Max’s. As much as Daniel felt worn and tumbled by the season, Max also looked it. A glow of a light was something small but Daniel liked to think it helped, even just a little.
Max is standing now, groaning as he stretches out his back and joints. “Not quite all of them.”
The joke Daniel had been about to make dies on his lips as he furrows his brow and glances to the pile of presents. “What, I missed something?”
“Not for wrapping.” Max is holding out a hand to help Daniel up, and maybe it’s his imagination, but Daniel swears there is a light quiver to it. “For gifting.”
It’s Christmas Eve, Max is what Daniel says as he also stands, cracking every single bone he has in his body at once he is pretty sure.
“Yes, it is.” Max bites his lip, drags it between teeth until it is puffier when he releases it. Red too. “In Belgium you know, they open gifts on Christmas Eve.”
“Do they now?”
“Yes.”
Daniel’s heart rate is spiking, a bird’s wings beating against his ribcage. He feels lightheaded, floating. Drunk on nothing but this feeling in his chest, ever expanding like bubblegum until it bursts.
“You told me you had the best gift for me, right?” Because he did. Max had left him a voice note and told him to invite him and Daniel had and Max had accepted.
Daniel thinks they both know what it means for Max to be here. They’ve treated it as ordinary so far, made light of it, but it’s–more.
There has always been a reason Max has never been to the farm before, and Daniel has never insisted. Unspoken and building, a flood against a dam.
“Gonna give me that gift, Max?” Daniel says with more confidence than he feels. Inside he feels like ice cream melting in this heat. Goop.
“Close your eyes, Daniel.”
Daniel does, without question this time. He closes his eyes and he holds his breath a little and he thinks please, please, please and–
Max’s lips touch his.
Daniel’s first thought is to their plushness, the budding bloom of it all. His second is oh, finally before the wings in his chest take flight, lifting him up and up and up. His third thought is to wonder why they haven’t been doing this for longer.
He’s kissed many women in his time in many different places, but this feels like the Big Bang: an all encompassing explosion of nebulae and stars and galaxies that have been pressed between hands to make something bigger.
It’s making him poetic is what it’s doing.
Daniel opens his eyes and Max is looking at him in a way that makes him see Max as he is now, but also as he was then. Stars shining in his eyes and a moon hung from Daniel’s hands.
“Merry Christmas, Daniel.”
And Daniel, Daniel who has run from things all year long and longer, who has been battered and bruised and maybe lost pieces of his heart along the way–
Holds his heart out one last time.
He wraps hands around Max’s waist. Feels the softness like a creature comfort. He thinks he’d like to nuzzle up in that space, the little dip before Max’s love handles begin.
“I’ve wanted that for a while.” His voice is soft, deeper, accent rounded out. It’s Daniel’s real voice, the kind he only uses when he doesn’t suspect a gutting to the fleshy belly of himself. Max has heard it often. “I was scared maybe about it.”
Max breathes against him, warm and deep. “You were, Daniel. You were very scared. It was hard to be patient with you sometimes.”
He puts hands to Daniel’s cheeks, sways them a little, all that bulk translating to an ability to move Daniel how he wants him and Daniel letting him. He feels safe. He feels protected. He might want to just fall to the floor and stay in between Max’s hands and arms for a long, long time.
“You are my favourite thing, Daniel.”
Daniel thinks of the list of favourite things he has, has had, this year. The things that are always included: dirt biking, his family, his friends, Italian pizza and cherry ripes and the Perth sunshine.
He thinks of the things he can no longer include: Formula 1, and champagne, and the smell of a karting track.
He thinks of Max, the way he looks now: smile beatific, eyes nearly invisible. Daniel can see the tell tale sign of laugh lines that will appear on Max’s face in a few years time. Permanent and unyielding.
It’s good.
“I’m all yours, Max,” Daniel says, has it burst out of him fully, a flower fit to bloom.
Max looks about to say something, but Daniel cannot contain himself, not now, not ever again and leans in for another kiss. This one is deeper, and sticking; this one is a taste of Max. Daniel licks into his mouth, presses their bodies flush. He tastes chocolate and mint from the snacks Max had been sneaking earlier but pretending he wasn’t, tastes like relief. The relief of finally getting something he wanted, the relief of being chosen, the relief of knowing Max will never ever drop him like a broken toy ready for something shiny and new.
The next adventure feels a little more in his reach.
(Tomorrow he and Max will wake up, and on the bedside table to their bed, there will be a set of two unlimited free kisses coupons. One with a green bow, the other red. Neither Max nor Daniel will remember putting them there, but they’ll laugh about it all the same, secret and dazzling.)
part 1/2 rated e. 4,718 words. daniel ricciardo/max verstappen
Summary:
Ricky Bob Motors is a full service garage.
Daniel likes hot guys and hot cars, and luckily for him, he is not in short supply of either.
When he finds a hot guy who likes to be fucked over the hood of his own car, even better.
OR Max is the first guy to turn him down in a long time, Daniel has plenty of other guys who he rotates through, so why is he so hung up on this guy?
tags:
Alternate Universe, Mechanic Daniel Ricciardo, Semi-Public Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, POV Daniel Ricciardo, Getting Together, Feelings Realization, The importance of proper car maintenance, Sex on a Car