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figure skater max au

words: 2090 

summary: Max is a famous figure skater, going for gold in the European Championships. He signs with Red Bull as a sponsor and Daniel is set to meet him. 

DISCLAIMER: I am but a humble fanfic writer, who know absolutely nothing about figure skating. I'm sorry if you do figure skating and I get something wrong. 

Also let's pretend that Max know's French. He might but idk.

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Max stuck his arms out in the air as he finished his routine, his chest heaving. His breath came out in short pants, showing up in the chilly ice rink air. "Good job Max! You can go take a break." His coach, Gianpiero (or GP for short), said.

The Dutchman nodded and skated gracefully over to the edge of the rink. He took a large sip from his water bottle, then wiped the excess water from around his mouth. "Max! Max! Max!" His best friend and personal trainer, Charles, yelled. 

He ran in, holding his phone up to his face and staring intently at his screen. Max looked up at his friend confused. Charles finally slowed down to catch his breath, an excited look on his face. "You just got a sponsorship offer from fucking Red Bull!" 

Max's eyes widened. In the sports community, getting a sponsorship from an energy drink company was the best thing ever. "You're kidding!" Charles nodded enthusiastically. 

"And they want you to do promo work with Daniel fucking Ricciardo!" The Monégasque said. Max's mouth dropped open. "You've got to be shitting me!" 

Everyone he worked with or was friends with knew about Max's crush on the Formula 1 driver. He had liked him ever since he went to the Dutch GP 5 years ago. '

This could be huge for him. "Max! You can talk to Charles later, we gotta work the routine again!" GP yelled.

The Dutchman rolled his eyes but skated back onto the rink. "Less sulking, more preparing for nationals!" 

The team had been stressing lately because of the European Championship competition, which if he won could improve his chance of qualifying for the Olympics. But he wasn't stressing. 

This would just be like any other season. 

"What! Christian, I thought you said I was done with stuff for today!" Daniel whined. He flopped back on his hotel room bed. The team boss sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. 

"Well, I lied, okay? You have to get to know our newest partner! You'll be filming a video next week with him and we'd like for you to get to know him first." Christian said. 

Daniel groaned, rolling over and shoving his face into his pillow. "What do I gotta do?" He asked. Christian sighed again, clearly annoyed. "There's this Dutch figure skater that Red bull just signed, and they want to film a video of you skating with him."

The Aussie launched out of his bed. "Skating? Mate you know I'll fall flat on my ass!" The Brit nodded reluctantly. 

"I know, but you have to do it." He said. Daniel sighed, getting off his butt and going to his closet. He flipped through his closet, trying to find an outfit that would keep him warm. His parents took him to skating rinks when he was younger, and he knew how much he sucked.

After putting on a hoodie, Daniel walked down to the hotel lobby, still sulking. A car was waiting for him to take him to the rink and the Aussie felt dread.

He would inevitably embarrass himself in front of a professional figure skater. "You'll do fine Danny." Lando had said when he texted to complain. 

Once a couple minutes passed by, Daniel decided to look up his "teacher". His name was Max Verstappen. Apparently, he had been doing this since he was 4 and qualified this year for the European Championship.