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theemporium · 7 months

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🐈‍⬛ pumpkin carving with maxiel?

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

“This feels stupid.”

“It’s fun!”

“It’s messy.”

“When has that ever deterred you before?”

Max shot you a blank look, though that didn’t stop you from snorting in response. It took less than a few seconds before his own lips twitched up in amusement.

When Max had revealed that he had never carved a pumpkin, you and Daniel had taken it upon yourself to give the boy the full Halloween experience.

You had packed up into Daniel’s car and drove out to the nearest pumpkin patch. He had even taken his camera, recording and documenting the whole experience as Max picked out his first ever pumpkin before you all paid and headed back to the house.

You set up your layout in the garden, a small tarp placed over the garden table and a bowl for the pumpkin guts—along with pens for sketching, knives for carving and spoons for scooping.

However, pumpkin carving didn’t seem to be one of Max Verstappen’s many skills.

“Why does mine look like this and yours look like that?” He frowned as he leaned over your shoulder, looking down at your pumpkin. “You’re cheating.”

You snorted. “Babe, I can’t cheat at pumpkin carving.”

Max narrowed his eyes like he didn’t believe you.

“Aww, little Maxie is gonna throw a tantrum,” Daniel cooed as he reached over to affectionately place a kiss on his cheek. “You can’t be good at everything, you know that, right?”

“This doesn’t count!” Max huffed, even as he leaned into Daniel’s embrace. “I don’t like this.”

“You’ll get better,” you assured him when he pouted.

Once you all were finished, you took the pumpkins to the front porch and placed them on the steps, a candle placed inside all of them. You had snatched Daniel’s camera on your way out, taking a few pictures that you planned to print out and mark with the date at the end.

“I’m gonna tell everyone the bad one was Daniel’s,” Max murmured as he stepped up behind you, his arms winding around your waist. “Keep my reputation.”

You snorted, turning your head to look at him. “It’s not that bad. I love your pumpkin.”

“You’re just saying that,” he grumbled as he glared at his pumpkin like it offended him. It probably did.

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head before leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips. “Don’t tell Danny but it’s my favourite.”

His eyes lit up with childish delight. “Really?”

“Yeah, baby,” you grinned back at him.

He leaned down to kiss you again before rushing back inside as you took a few more photos. However, that lasted a solid thirty seconds before you heard Daniel’s voice yelling from the kitchen.

“BABE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE MAX’S BETTER THAN MINE?!”

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onboardsorasora · 1 month

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So my very first fic/maxiel idea was this paranoid alpha Daniel thing where he was suffering at McLaren and thought people were saying he was an unfit alpha to take care of his pack. I never wrote it because, well idk. Sounds dumb but everyone was moving on from alpha!Dan narratives to omega!Dan and I also couldn’t think of how to even write it and I knew it was going to be all depressing n stuff. I guess that interview in Aus where Max says it gets smelly and Daniel said he sweats a lot kinda brought me back to alpha Dan in a way. But I focused on the after. The way after. Anyway. Idk if I’ll ever continue this. I’m just happy to get this down- with the block I’ve been experiencing lately. But at least. Here it is

“Gosh, at least open a window or something.” Lando complained when Max opened the door.

“You’re lucky I even let you in.” Max groused. The apartment smelt fine to him. Like them. Daniel’s sweat and musk was fine perfume to his senses, even as it quite literally blanketed the air in his pre rut state.

“You literally invited me.” Lando raised the tote bags at his side, pulling them out of Max’s reach playfully.

“Mate! Don’t be a dick.” Max pouted while Lando laughed at him.

“You’re so jumpy, nervous?” Lando walked into the kitchen, making sure to not brush against any furniture.

“Yeah, well. It’s his first rut since— y’know.” And Lando did know. This was Daniel’s first rut with Max since they got back together, since Daniel was allowed back on the grid, since Red Bull took him on so they could keep courting, since Daniel got healthy again. Since the incident.

Since Daniel had a public mental breakdown and they disbanded his pack, saying he wasn’t a fit alpha to take care of anyone.

Max had been taken into Charles’ pack and Lando to Carlos’.

“Are you guys going to mate?” Lando asked, picking at his cuticles— a Daniel habit he picked up.

“No, not yet. He wants it to be special he said.” Max smiled softly.

“Where is he?” Lando had expected to see the alpha in the couch with the way how his scent was so strong— as if he’d been walking around and rubbing his armpits everywhere.

“He’s taking a shower.—“

“Maxy do we have any of those- oh hey Lando.” Daniel walked into the living room scratching his ear. His shirt clung to the wet spots on his shoulders and back.

“Hey mate, how’re you feeling?” Lando chirped, giving in to a quick hug.

“Steady. I’m feeling steady.” Daniel slung an arm around Max’s shoulder and the omega leaned into him easily and with a smile. Lando couldn’t hold back his grin.

“I’m glad.”

#alpha!dan #omega!max #literally might just be it #maxiel #max/daniel #my ficlets

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semperama · 6 months

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trick or treat🧡🧡 (idk if you want specific ish requests or not, but just in case ex husbands maxiel maybe? 👀 nothing spookier than that lol)

Always SO happy to talk about ex husbands maxiel. Here's a (possible, I can't commit this to stone) headcanon for how they end up back together (because of course they end up back together):

After Max retires from racing, he starts spending more time at home with his sister and mother and less and less time in Monaco, and he and Daniel see less and less of each other. Daniel had been finding excuses to show up to races, helping out with commentary and stuff, but once Max isn't there, he starts splitting his time between Australia and LA, depending on business obligations. They go from seeing each other frequently to almost never and it's--Daniel feels hollow, like he's been carved out inside, and if something hits him wrong, he'll shatter into a million pieces.

He ends up deeply depressed in ways he can't acknowledge, going through the motions of his own life. Nothing feels right anymore. Food doesn't taste right. The air doesn't feel right on his skin. He still smiles and laughs and sees his friends, but sometimes it's like he's watching his life from a distance, not really experiencing anything anymore.

Then one day he runs into Max in LA, just like he used to before they were even dating, when his heart started beating fast at the sight of him but he wasn't able to acknowledge what that meant. It hurts this time, because even after the divorce, Max always used to tell him when he was going to be in town, but this time he didn't.

(What he doesn't know is that Max has been suffering too. He only retreated into his family for comfort. He's only stayed away from Daniel because the exes-with-benefits thing started to hurt too much. He always, always wanted to ask Daniel to give him another chance, but he was too afraid Daniel would say no.)

Daniel invites Max back to his place and realizes too late how shameful it is--unwashed dishes in the sink, empty cans and bottles scattered around, clothes on the floor of the bedroom (including one of Max's old Red Bull t-shirts, which he sleeps in sometimes, even though it lost Max's smell a long time ago). But Max doesn't comment on any of it, and they fuck on Daniel's rumpled, unwashed sheets, and afterward they hold each other for a long, long time, and Daniel has to keep biting down on his bottom lip to keep from saying something he shouldn't, or shouting, or sobbing.

Max is the brave one who finally says, "I miss you," and Daniel gives in to the impulse to ask Max to stay with him for a while. Max has a flight in a couple days, but he changes it and ends up staying with Daniel for a couple weeks instead, and even though they don't talk about what it all means, Daniel feels like he's coming alive again. His chest hurts constantly--like the pins and needles of the blood rushing back into a limb that was asleep--but that's better than the numbness he had before. They fall back into their old routines, going for runs along the same routes they used to take through the hills, visiting the restaurants they loved, curling up on the couch to watch dumb movies. Daniel ignores texts and calls from friends, because he doesn't want to shatter the illusion.

Then it comes time for Max to leave, and Daniel just--can't. He thinks he might die if he has to watch Max walk out the door again. He literally will lie down on the floor and never get up again. While Max packs his things, Daniel hovers, pacing the bedroom, opening his mouth and then closing it again against words he knows he doesn't have a right to say.

Finally, finally, he lets himself croak, "I don't want you to go." Max turns to him, and his eyes are red, and his hands are balled into fists, and he says, "I will stay, if you tell me to."

They cancel Max's flight. A month later, Max goes with Daniel back to Perth. The ache in Daniel's chest goes away. His smile feels real again.

#this ended up longer than i meant it to sorry!!#my writing #maxiel #f1 #made myself cry a little bit lol

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espithewarlock · 2 months

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Hello friends!! I have an upcoming fic where Lando is a Twitch streamer and I am in need of random usernames to fill out his chat! If you are interested in being one of those usernames, interact with this post (like/reblog/comment) to let me know that I can use yours!

Thank you in advance and more info under the cut if you want some context on the fic first:

Without too many spoilers, the fic features:

Omegaverse

Getting-together slow burn Maxiel (Omega!Max / Alpha!Daniel)

Established Piarles (Omega!Charles / Alpha!Pierre)

Established Carlando (Omega!Lando / Alpha!Carlos)

In-the-works Galex (both betas)

Other friendly faces from the grid & grid-adjacents

Max as a rescued omega from an illegal breeding operation

Lando as a Twitch streamer

Charles as a fashion designer

Others in the pack as part of the group that did the rescuing of Max

Found Family in the form of people who have technically kidnapped you, but make you feel safe and warm and loved

First chapter goes up on 3/18 and the chapter featuring the Twitch Chat goes up 3/28!

#f1 rpf fic #formula 1 rpf #fanf1ction #maxiel #piarles #carlando #espi writes stuff!#this is a chance to see your username in a fic if you want it!#honestly I don't think I can have too many usernames #and I can *try* to accommodate requests like username colors or messages but I make no promises

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gokartkid · 9 months

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smth smth maxiel the bear au (post hookup!)

The morning after they have sex, Max wakes up to the sun blazing on his face and car horns wailing outside the window. If he strains his ears, he can hear people shouting down on the street. The air is hot and crisp on his skin as he stretches, catlike in the warm patch of sunlight on the bed. His muscles feel languid and soft; well-fucked.

His hand splays out across the sheets beside him. The empty sheets. His stomach tightens.

He sits up, quick. The other side of the bed is cool, already devoid of any lingering warmth. It’s almost impressive how quickly his stomach drops from fluttering warmth to swirling nausea. The worst thing is how clearly he can see it in his brain: Daniel, creeping out of bed in the early hours of the morning; Daniel picking up his clothes off the floor and getting dressed as quietly as he can while Max lies prone in the bed; Daniel letting himself out the door with a soft click because he’d rather leave and be cold in just a shirt than lie in bed with Max—

It’s not the first time he’s had a hookup leave in the middle of the night. It’s just that, that isn’t what he’s really upset about. It’s just that after so many evenings stuck in a hot burning kitchen together, backs against the wall and feeling like they were moving completely in sync, them against the world that was packed into the front of their small Chicago diner— well. Max would be lying if he said his world didn’t revolve around Daniel a little, at this point.

Maybe it was a bad decision after all, staring at Daniel’s hands as he gestured into the cold dark air of the alleyway behind the kitchen, already tipsy from just a few drinks after their shift, burning orange tip of his cigarette lighting up his face, the acrid, warm smell of his breath as he leaned in close to Max to make a joke, one eye winking shut; Max leaning into his orbit, and in, and in, and in—

A clatter from the kitchen, then off pitch humming.

Max jumps, startled out of his thoughts; he’d been planning on lounging pitifully in bed for at least another hour.

It’s too early to have hope but it’s difficult to dampen the sputtering match in his chest, still so small.

He can’t find his underwear on the floor and has to settle for track-pants instead before peaking out of his bedroom door around the corner, hope beyond words.

Daniel, curly hair a mess on top of his head, has his back turned to Max. He’s all warm tanned skin, the wide expanse of his back and muscles shifting as he leans over a pan on the stove. He’s humming something, occasional incomprehensible words that descend into what can only be described as scatting.

He’s wearing boxers, loose and twice folded over, sitting low across his hips and— Max’s brain stutters here, looking at the distinct spatula pattern that his old college roommate had gotten him as a gag gift one holiday season.

He must make a sound then because Daniel is turning, bright smile and all.

“Maxy! Good morning. What are you, sleeping beauty? Makes sense you’d wake up now that I’ve made this whole spread, huh?”

The spread in question is a plate of toasted sourdough, yellow pools of butter already melting into the crevices, hash browns on the side with warm golden brown crusts, gooey insides threatening to escape and steam rising into the air from mugs of coffee. Max watches as Daniel expertly swoops his spatula one last time around the pan to release the mass of soft scrambled eggs, fatty and just the right amount of under-done.

“I—“ he stops, starts again; it’s difficult to find the words when he feels as if he’s experienced the full span of human emotions in the short time since he’s been awake, “wow. Big breakfast.”

“Yeah well,” Daniel sets down the pan and circles the counter to come closer; still almost naked, still only wearing Max’s boxers, “thought I’d do something nice, yeah? Spent enough time in this kitchen to know where all your stuff is.”

All the days they’d spent together testing menu item after menu item, things that were too salty, too sweet, plated expertly onto Max’s mismatching plates and cutlery, trying to clean as they went in Max’s — comparative to an industrial kitchen — tiny sink.

“It would make sense if you didn’t remember, old man,” Max’s mouth makes the joke easily, slipping into the age old pattern as Daniel gasps, putting a hand over his heart, big eyes remarkably sincere.

“Max! After I’ve just done this nice thing for you!”

“Sure, sure,” he puts his hand over Daniel’s and in a pique of bravery— certainly braver than he feels — he leans up and kisses him, light, just a brush of lips against lips. He tries not to blush but can already feel his ears heating up. It’s alright though, because Daniel looks equally struck dumb.

He turns away, quickly, back to the plate.

“Better eat before this gets cold,” does his voice sound higher? He can’t be sure. “Come on!”

#you would not believe how plotted out this au is in my head 😭😵‍💫#anyway. enjoyyyy bon appetit LMAO #maxiel #mv33 #dr3 #my fic #f1 rpf #hmmm #bear au

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sysakiddo · 5 months

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Some diplomatic shenanigans before my exam on wednesday. The feedback I get from you guys is truly overwhelming and I cannot thank you enough 😭🥺 Next up, first maxiel meeting? Hmm?

1,2,3,4

When Daniel finally emerges from the bedroom, the villa seems completely abandoned but the door to the terrace is open. When he gets out, he sees Seb standing by the grill. He is humming a quiet tune, the sizzling from the grill almost like a beat to it.

“Oi, where are the twinks?” he asks loudly.

Seb chuckles as he turns around. “Out there, twinking somewhere.” He hands Daniel a bottle of chilled beer, waiting for him to stop laughing. “They went to Nice to pick the others up.”

Daniel nods and doesn't ask why Sebastian stayed behind. He plays it safe, attacking before Seb even has the chance to admit he is his designated babysitter.

“So,” Danny starts, the condensation on his hand making him squirm. “Did you, finally?”

Seb looks away immediately, clicking the grilling tweezers in his hand loudly. Mute, he shakes his head no.

Daniel moans, even though he expected the answer. “Oh my god, Sebastian. This is pitiful.”

Sebastian is glaring now, flipping the zucchini on the grill like his life depended on it. “You managed to kiss the kid a month after meeting him. Sorry that I’m not like you!”

Daniel hip-checks Seb, “Max wasn’t a kid, come on. He was an ambassador in the US-“

“I remember you called him a jailbait several times-”

This certainly isn't the first time Sebastian has tried this tactic. Like the other times, it isn't working. “Charles wasn’t a kid either, and he certainly isn’t a kid now. Come on, Seb. All these years?”

Daniel imagines Max had the same conversation with Charles in the morning somewhere on an old racetrack. He feels hollow pain at realising he probably won’t find out: he doubts Max will be sharing anything with him after the fight. Even after three years of marriage, he still uses the silent treatment as the punishment of his choice.

“Isn't he dating the Spanish model?”

Sebastian's hair looks almost golden in the afternoon sun. Daniel doesn't get it. He doesn't know if the thought of the ethics of his feelings for Charles or the doubt of the authenticity of Charles' feelings makes him like this.

“I don't know how to tell you this, Sebastian. You're not together, that's true. But it's not because of the lack of trying from his side.”

Sebastian turns around, a macabre grimace on his face. “I can't- Because of me- I won’t let him waste it-“

“He’s already wasting it, Sebastian! Max told me he is thinking of working for UNESCO!” he spits the word out like a curse.

Sebastian opens his mouth to retort something but is cut off by the noise of people entering the villa. Suddenly, the terrace fills with laughter and loud voices, and Daniel turns to the grill so he doesn't have to see the way Max's eyes skip him over.

Daniel yanks out the grilling tweezers from Seb's hands, and he gives him a weird look. He turns around a few of the zucchinis to distract himself. He has to admit - Seb is onto something.

He suddenly feels arms wrapping around his torso. He flinches so hard that the tweezers almost fall out of his hand. The hands grip him tighter, feeling the ribs sticking out underneath his pastel green shirt. Max said it complimented his skin tone when they were packing. He looks down, the simple wedding band glimmering in the light on the left hand, now gripping his hip. If it wasn't for the smell and the touch he knows better than anything else, the Audemars on his wrist would give him away. Daniel tenses, expecting a comment about his weight. All he gets is a sigh and the weight of Max's head on his shoulder.

Max kisses Daniel's neck right at the spot where it meets his shoulder, where it turned slightly red from being in the sun the whole day yesterday. “I missed you, schatje,” he murmurs and Daniel is so shocked he doesn't react in any way.

“I know- I know it's hard for you, sometimes. I will try to make it easier, okay? We will talk later. We're alright.” Max speaks quietly and confidently. Dizzily, Daniel wonders if Max connected his phone to Daniel’s McLaren to call the therapist on the way to Nice.

Daniel's mouth is open and he blinks a few times. Max thinks he looks a bit like a fish.

In the weeks following The Catastrophe, the fights would escalate on the next day, Daniel not being able to suffer through the silent treatment. He would always say something that would eventually make the whole situation even worse. Max had his line prepared, “it's the same shit with you every time, you fucking asshole” or a similar equivalent, looking sick of everything, looking sick of Daniel. He would usually wait for Daniel to start crying before storming out, though. That, he couldn't handle.

Sebastian says something in rapid German aimed at both of them. It snaps Daniel out of his thoughts and as Max answers, a small smile forms on Daniel's face. They are alright.

Seb obviously expects a contribution from Daniel's part as well, waiting a second after Max finishes speaking. “Really?” Seb looks at Max exasperatedly, shaking his head disapprovingly. “All this time and you still haven't taught him German? That's humiliating.”

Max yelps. “How is that my fault?!”

It's not only the three of them anymore, Alex wandering by and looking at the grill with loving expression. He smirks in Daniel's direction, messing up his curls with a hand currently not poking around the steaks Seb put aside. “I think the conjugation might be too much for his pretty little head anyway,”

“I told you, Max, Australians are basically glorified Americans,” Seb adds in, laughing gleefully at Daniel's expression.

Daniel finally finds his footing. “How is knowing four languages not enough?”

Max smirks, a glint in his eyes. “Doing Russian lessons on Duolingo doesn't count as knowing a fourth language, cowboy,”

“You are a freaky bunch, yet I'm the one ostracised here!” Daniel splutters, undignified.

“Oh, oh, oh! Ostracised, that's how he's trying to show us he's excellent in his mother tongue.” Daniel glares at Alex while everybody else laughs. “Come, come, Georgie! You two can have a rap battle or a spelling bee competition.”

George is just entering through the main doors, carrying three travelling bags in one hand. He looks taller than usual. Anne and Charles enter next, so deep in their conversation that they don't notice the weird exchange between Alex and George as he tries to beckon him over.

Charles is talking so fast that his words get all tangled up in each other. Daniel thinks he always looks the happiest when speaking French. Anne looks equally excited, only if a bit pale.

“Anne! Hey, nice to see you again!” he rudely interrupts Charles mid-sentence, and Anne smiles brightly at him, accepting the kiss on the cheek he gives her. “You look a bit pale, everything okay?”

“Well, the ride-” she shrugs, smiling bashfully, unwilling to finish her sentence.

Sebastian groans. “Weren't you racing in the morning? Guys, this is not nice to our guest-”

Charles points his finger at Max without losing even a second. “He started it!”

“How do you even race on that kind of road? The airport is literally thirty minutes away.” Seb is shaking his head, but the keen smile on his face gives him away.

Max is sitting on the lounger now, peeling an orange. “I won, Daniel,” he says, matter of factly, like he didn't hear anything Sebastian said. He is expecting praise and gets it, Daniel smiling at him with a thumbs up.

Half of the things he does are done to impress Daniel. Always will be, probably. He hands the other half of the peeled orange to Daniel.

Sebastian turns his attention to Anne and introduces himself even though she very clearly knows who he is.

“I'm Anne Mayhew,” Her eyes are bright. “It's such an honour, Mr. Vettel. I used your proposed analysis operationalisation of a conflict resolution in my dissertation and thought it spectacular.”

Sebastian looks taken aback by the words. “Oh,” he sounds giddy, like always when someone asks him about his research. “Well, now I'm intrigued. I didn't think someone would be willing to go through all that, especially because Weber's operationalisation is far easier to do right-” Seb cuts himself off. “Mayhew, you said? Like-”

Charles turns from where he is sorting through the food from the grill that needs to be served on the table. “Yeah, Seb, just like that. Give me a hand here, would you? You can talk about your analysis guide later.”

Daniel watches them without blinking, sure that he is missing something.

Seb huffs. “It's not really an analysis guide-”

Pierre turns up only when they all sit down, the food almost gone. He is leading a petite girl by hand. “Y'all look like you came out of the lifestyle magazine,” he says, his accent more pronounced than usual. He slaps the girl's ass lightly before she sits down, and she giggles. She doesn't acknowledge the rest of the people around the table.

Daniel kicks Max's foot under the table. Max's eye twitches. It's even worse than last year.

Charles coughs, trying to conceal the laugh that threatens to bubble over. “So,” he says, leaning his elbows on the table. “As a defending champion, I think it's only right if I choose the partner for the quiz first.”

Max shakes his head no immediately. “Defending champion,” he scoffs. “You cheated.”

Alex is ready to intervene, “I choose George. Max, you choose next.”

Max smirks at Charles. He is ready to win. “Anne.”

“I thought I was your good luck charm!” Daniel gasps and puts his hand over his heart theatrically.

“Shut up, do you think I forgot how you helped Charles last year? Fucking snake.” he scrunches his nose at the memory and Daniel laughs brightly, winking at Charles.

Charles looks smug, happy with the situation. “I'm choosing Daniel, then. Seb is the taskmaster. Pierre, do you want to join?”

Pierre is whispering something to the girl's ear and doesn't react in any way.

“Ehm,” Anne says hesitantly. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Pop quiz! Nothing to be worried about.” Max assures her but doesn't mention how he threw Daniel in the pool last year for helping the enemy. It was the first time they didn't win. With Max's geography and history knowledge and Daniel’s weird-facts obsession and solid pop culture perception, they always decimated their opponents.

“The winners get one favour from each player,” Charles adds, putting away the plates and filling their glasses with more wine.

Sebastian makes a show of scrolling through his phone, finding the questions from the last year that he didn't get to ask. They all settle down, wondering who would be the first to lose their nerves this year.

“First question for Galex.” George is sitting ramrod straight. Alex already looks done with the game. “Which two artists came up with the number one hit song called WAP?” Sebastian asks in the most serious voice he can master.

“WAP? What does that even stand for?” George's shoulders sag. Anne can't help it, she bursts out laughing at the situation’s absurdity.

“Oh, I know, I know! It was the rapper, right?” Alex snaps his fingers a few times. “Cardi B!” he yells out, and Seb makes a beeping noise with his mouth.

“I said two artists, Alex.” he sighs, turning to the next couple. Alex doesn't even have time to defend himself. “Daniel, question for you. What's the highest Polish mountain range?”

Charles tsks. “That's a trick! It's the Tatras, for sure. Not really theirs, though, right?”

Daniel shrugs.

“One point for you.” Seb winks at Charles. “Fine, Max- Kiribati consists of how many atolls?”

Max looks up to the sky as if counting in his head. Daniel rolls his eyes at the theatrics. He knows Max doesn't need to count anything.

“32 atolls, that's for sure,” he says, and Anne interrupts him, voice firm. “Don't forget about one coral island.” Max nods, smiling warmly at her. “Yeah, we're going with that. 32 plus one coral.”

Seb nods, showing them a thumbs up. He turns to George again, “The capital of Mongolia.”

“Ulaanbaatar,” Alex answers and Sebastian continues with the next question. “Who is Taylor Swift dating now?”

Daniel looks unsure when he looks at Charles, who doesn't hesitate to answer.

“Man of culture, I see,” Sebastian smirks and Charles just shrugs, refusing to be ashamed. A point is a point. “Who made the decision to carry out the first French nuclear test?”

“Why are you giving us the tricky ones?” Max grumbles.

Sebastian brushes a frustrated hand through his hair. “I am not! I don't skip questions, no cheating.”

“Must be Gaillard, right?” Anne quips and Sebastian nods. He doesn't have enough patience for Max's antics.

They get on with it for a while, but it's painfully obvious Max and Anne are an even stronger team than Max and Daniel. Charles' face falls with every question they answer correctly.

“Aand, the last question: What is the name of the latest Kendrick Lamar's album?” Sebastian asks Max, who looks at him blankly. Anne doesn't let him despair for long, answering correctly.

“Okay, that's 25 to 19, guys. 12 for Galex, you really need to work on this,” Seb is chuckling, reclining in his seat.

Everyone is waiting for Charles to start grumbling. “You suck, Daniel. How come you didn't know who got the Grammy for the album of the year? You like music!”

Daniel scoffs, finishing his wine in one big gulp. Max turns to Anne before the fight can break out. He doesn't feel like saving Daniel from the devil that is Charles when he loses.

“Okay, this is your first time, so you must be very mindful about the favours you will ask for. Everyone owes you now. Don't waste it.” he advises in a grave manner, then turns to the other end of the table. “George, I want you to call Toto Wolff and ask him for his upper-body workout routine. Tell him you've always admired his chest and biceps and dream of having a body like his one day. Now, please. Thank you.”

Anne looks at them in shock and gasps when everyone starts snickering as George pulls out his phone.

Daniel corners Charles in kitchen under the pretence of helping him with the cleanup.

“You know her? Anne?”

Charles has his hands in the bubbly water in the sink, up his elbows. “No,” he shakes his head. Daniel doesn't say anything, choosing to wait him out. “I know her mother. And you know her too. Geertruida Mayhew, UNHCR?”

Daniel feels his jaw tick in surprise. The sun had just started to set, and the orange rays coming through the window made Charles look angelic.

“Mean Gertie is Anne's mom?”

Charles nods, an almost painful grimace on his face.

“But she's like-” Daniel takes a washed plate from Charles' hands, mechanically drying it up with a tea towel. “Ginna told me her husband accused her of abuse during the divorce. That's why she couldn't run for the high commissioner.”

Charles nods again, a little more stiffly.

“That's why he chose her, right? Max? Is that why he chose Anne?” Daniel whispers, scared that the people filtering into the villa will hear him.

This time, the other man doesn't react. “Listen, Daniel, what are you asking me for? You know him better than anyone in the world. Better than he knows himself, even.” And that's about the only confirmation Daniel needs.

#maxiel #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #f1 rpf #f1 fic #my ficlets #diplomacy au

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magicalrocketships · 10 months

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ok im ready to be converted. what f1 fics do u recommend to start my full brain rot?

EXCELLENT, my plan is working (make people like what I like). Here is a very small and somewhat random selection, mostly Daniel/Max except where stated. Extremely loosely grouped. I've said if they're focused on them racing (grid), even if it's an AU. I have not associated anyone's ao3 handle with their tumblr name, so apologies for that. Do come back and tell me your thoughts and feelings. (!!)

F1 TASTING MENU (Maxiel Flavour)

Amuse Bouche: an opening vid

maxiel x 2022 season - “i would just draw it at like, i wouldn’t say love” by @daniel-enchante

Starters (shorter (ish) fics)

Cool Things to Say to Your Soulmate - words by powerfulowl, art by loveleah (grid, E): Only dumbasses get goosed. If a Soulmate Goose of Enforcement comes to intervene in your love life, it is a clear sign you have fucked up. You’re so bad at navigating human relationships that the universe thinks a violent waterfowl impervious to damage and capable of walking through walls will actually improve the situation.

i carry your heart with me by capsize (grid, M): “What’s up little guy?” Daniel asks – because like his car, Max’s heart is a boy too – and moves the heart from the desk into his lap. “Is Max not paying attention to you? He can be a bit of a cunt, yeah? No, I know.” Or, five times someone found Max’s heart, and one time they kept it.

Just kissed you hello by charlotte_stant (grid, M): Everything freezes for a long moment—and then Daniel’s heart is back to beating and it’s fine, he can see how funny the situation is. “Maximus, my brother, my comrade,” he says, “what the fuck, mate. I’m not gay, ok?"

Amuse Bouche: another vid

max and daniel at redbull by @love-leah

Main Course (longer fics)

Good To You by TheNorthRemembers (grid, E): Max walks and talks like he has a big dick. He always has, and it’s not like Daniel ever really thought about Max’s dick, but he just- He assumed, maybe. That the equipment would match the attitude. That at the very least what Max is packing, would be completely average. The fact, that apparently it’s not- Well. Daniel doesn’t know what to do with that information, in more ways than one. Or: Max a small dick, Daniel is into it; lots of sex and a bit of angst ensue

my kind's your kind by hardlythewiser (grid, series, E, Max/Kelly/Daniel, resolving with Max/Daniel): Max can talk about it now, out of bed, casual. Kelly helped him practice, talking about it like it was just another activity, like her tennis lessons or nights out with friends, ever since that first time. But she doesn't say anything now.

To the Victor Belong the Spoils by powerfulowl (hunger games AU, E): Daniel didn’t kill anyone in the arena. He’s the one untarnished Hunger Games victor. The beautiful boy who stole the hearts of Panem with a fishing net and a smile. He can kiss babies and sell sun cream and fuck who they tell him to fuck and suck on the fingers that feed him– he’s not gonna bite. But then Max wins the Hunger Games. Max bites.

Amuse Bouche: vid time

"what's going on between you and max verstappen?" by @love-leah

Dessert (where the focus is on sex)

Sweeter than I ever knew by purples_all_the_way_down (grid, girls, E): Daniel has never had an orgasm. Somehow (Charles, it's always Charles), Max gets involved. Things get complicated.

I just want to know you like nobody ever has by 33Max (grid, E): They are in the bathroom, Daniel had insisted that he needed a shower if they were going to do this. He’s still damp, Max hadn’t even waited for him to dry himself off before he was pushing Daniel against the counter and dropping to his knees behind him.

Coffee (something different)

both hands tied on the wheel by kayshea (George Russell/Toto Wolff, grid, E): George feels, stupidly, like a cat that’s been stroked. Like his skin is electric. It’s what everyone has been saying to him all day, but it feels different, somehow, coming from Toto.

if i should come upon your house lonely by withfeathers (Lewis Hamilton/Hanna Prater/Sebastian Vettel, grid, E): The summer after Sebastian's retirement, Lewis visits Switzerland for a week. Nothing about it goes as he expected.

#fic recs #maxiel #f1blr #fics I wish I was reading #(again)#maybe I will just reread them all right now #also if your fic is on this list and i haven't commented yet #it is coming #feral primer

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f1uckinghell · 8 months

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i love the idea that smut writer max and youtube mom max are in the same AU. sorry do you need some down and dirty lit or do you need advice on how to help your baby sleep? max is your go-to each way ✨

also please i need to know how Daniel reacts to the books?????

ahaha I love that idea, Max has a lot of creative outlets!

So okay

Charles, Michael and Lando keep doing their reading parties a few nights a week, and they get Pierre and Daniel interested as well. Pierre reads the first book mostly because it has made both of his mates so horny that he needs to know what the fuss is about (and hoping he may learn a thing or two lol).

Pierre literally immediately catches on. The characters just feel so familiar! So he asks Charles about it and Charles confirms but tells him not to mention it to Max at all until Max is ready.

Meanwhile, Max is both panicking and feeling incredibly flattered at the same time. He’s so happy that they all enjoy the books so much, but he also feels wayyyy too shy to admit he wrote them.

The trouble comes when Daniel wants to read it. Because there is absolutely no way Max can keep this from his soulmate. So when Daniel is all „Haha look, I borrowed this book from Michael since they’re all so crazy about it, let’s see what it’s all about“ and Max literally immediately caves and tells him it’s his book and how nervous he feels about someone finding out but also how happy he is about how much they all seem to like it and that he’s nervous Daniel will feel weird when he reads it.

And Daniel is totally shook but also so proud of Max at the same time, hugs him tight and promises he won’t read if it Max doesn’t want him to… but Max is like „well at this point, fuck it“.

And so Daniel takes the book to work the next day, starts reading it when he’s taking a break, sitting on his tractor…

And, well.

The main love interest of the story is a very rugged, dark-haired, sexy pack alpha with brown eyes and tattoos… some of the sex scenes feel VERY familiar, but they’re all written in a way that Daniel absolutely can’t stop reading, and ends up just literally running home to eat Max out on the kitchen island. 👀

#asks #virtues verse #smut tag #fluff tag #pack tag #author!max #vv!maxiel #lmao what if the book is a feral!au kind of story

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33max · 6 months

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more TD pls bestie 😞😞 literally anything, maybe something to do w maxiel in vegas?

Their plane to Vegas is scheduled to leave in 47 minutes. Daniel is rushing around trying to get them both out of the door on time, even with private planes there is a strict schedule they have to keep. They can’t be late.

“Max, are you ready?” Daniel shouts from the bedroom where he is throwing things into a suitcase. It’s typical that he would be running around at last minute trying to remember to pack underwear, yet he packed Max’s cases earlier and knows for a fact he packed at least 5 different pairs of pyjamas for him. He’s always much more organised when it comes to little Max’s things.

“Yes!” Max calls back, it sounds more like yesh, the sound muffled behind the plastic of his binkie.

Daniel closes and zips his case and hurries out into the living room where Max is sat on the sofa waiting for him. He’s wearing a soft white t-shirt and some grey sweat shorts, he’s got Mr Roar sitting on his lap and his socked feet swing where they’re not quite touching the floor. It’s one of the reasons Max chose this sofa, it’s so deep that when he sits back his feet are off the floor, it makes him feel small.

“Baby, you need shoes,” Daniel says, running back towards their closet. “Do you want your dino air forces? Or do you want your light up ones?”

They might be in a hurry but Daniel is always going to give Max a choice. He won’t force him to wear something he’s not going to be comfortable in.

“Dino,” Max tells him. Daniel assumed that would be the case, Max has been particularly fond of his custom painted dinosaur air force one’s recently.

Daniel grabs Max’s shoes and then darts back to the sofa to get them onto Max’s feet.

“Hold still, baby,” He tells Max, who is still swinging his feet while Daniel is trying to wrestle them into his shoes. He stops as soon as Daniel asks, it’s as though he didn’t even realise he was doing it, his body moving on autopilot.

Daniel ties one shoe, then the other, before pulling Max to his feet.

“How are they?” Daniel asks him, encouraging Max to take a few steps to test if he’s comfortable.

“Too tight,” Max says, kicking his left foot in the air so Daniel knows which one he has to adjust slightly. It’s important that Daniel ties Max’s laces just right, if they’re too tight or too slippy it triggers Max’s sensory issues and he will want to take his shoes off before they even make it to the plane.

Daniel adjusts the laces on Max’s left shoe.

“Better!” Max tells him.

“Alright, ready then?” Daniel asks, sighing with relief. 43 minutes until the plane. They’re not running too late.

Daniel starts loading himself up like a pack mule, carrying several bags and trying to free his hands up to roll their cases. Max’s is significantly heavier than his own. Just as Daniel thinks he’s got everything, he hears a little voice from behind him say… “Daddy, need to pee.”

Daniel takes a deep breath.

“Can you wait until we’re on the plane, buddy?” Daniel tries, but he already knows the answer is no. Max doesn’t like to wait when it comes to going to the bathroom. Not after the incident. Daniel can’t be upset with him for that.

Max shakes his head.

“Okay, be quick then…” Daniel says, repeating be patient in his head on a loop. It’s hard being the responsible one sometimes.

Max runs off to the bathroom and a few minutes later he comes running back out. “Ready!”

“Let’s go to Vegas, baby!” Daniel laughs, lugging all of their things towards the door.

“Vegas, baby!” Max echos, grinning around his binkie. Being the responsible one might be hard, but seeing Max’s happy and care free face is always worth it.

#answered #anonymous #writing #turkey dinosaurs au

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wolfiemcwolferson · 7 months

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Hiii💕💕

Their flight is delayed again - Maxiel please. For prompts!

Danni, sorry to make you wait so long for this. I have a very specific brain rot happening right now.

Daniel taps his phone on his thigh twice. Thinks.

Max’s jet is in New York right now he thinks. It’s about 50/50 if this works. Max could pull his phone out and call it up and get it rerouted and then Daniel would be forced to fess up. Tell Max he’s the one that changed their flight to tomorrow afternoon.

But Max looks over at him, smiling at him like he has every goddamn time he’s ever looked at him - like he’s the fucking sun.

“Hey,” Daniel whispers as Max plants himself beside Daniel on the couch in this ridiculous suite. They need to be on that plane tonight. No turnaround. Daniel thinks it was purposeful. No time to get stupid in Vegas.

“Daniel,” Max says, burying his face into Daniel’s shoulder. “Why are you not packed? I think we paid enough for this suite, they will come and -“

“Flights delayed.” Daniel says in a rush. “Til tomorrow. Bad luck, Maxy.”

Max blinks. “Our flight was delayed this morning.”

He’s caught.

“Daniel,” Max says, slow and purposeful. “Why do you want to stay in Vegas? Is it your hand? Does Liam need to -“

“Christ,” Daniel huffs, “hands fine. I wouldn’t have been able to -“ and then he makes a jerk off motion because he’s an idiot who can’t even say it, so what makes him think he can ask Max to -

Max narrows his eyes.

“I was thinking maybe we could go see Elvis.” Daniel tries to laugh, but it comes out wrong so he swallows and tries again. “Tomorrow morning.”

Still not even a question. Still not even anything.

Max is looking at him funny. Sideways. Like he doesn’t understand him. He had only looked at Daniel like this one other time. That night Danny said he was leaving the team and the memory makes his throat go tight.

“Be clear with me, Daniel.” Max says. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”

Daniel takes a deep breath. He can say this. If only to keep Max from looking at him like that.

“Marry me, Maximus.”

Max sucks his lower lips between his teeth - something he hasn’t done in a long time. “You did not have to lie about the flight, Daniel. You could have just said that and I would have said yes, of -“

Danny tackles him down against the couch to kiss him hard, laughing when Max shoves at him. “Lying to me, not a very good way to start a marriage -“

Danny has to show him exactly how well his hand has healed to get him to stop talking.

#maxiel #um I just think if there aren’t 100 married in vegas fics i will riot

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jaeclerc · 7 months

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my maxiel demon WIP that is mostly just vibes rn LOLLLL but i wanted to share:

if max had known that having gay sex in the catholic church would have cursed him to an eternity of bullshit, he would’ve just gone to confession and prayed away the gay like the rest of his peers. but instead he decided to fuck in one of the confession stalls in the mid 80s and then pass away shortly afterwards from a very untimely grape to the airway, which cursed him to an eternity of doing the devil’s bidding. the devil liked to call himself daniel, but max hated calling the devil anything other than The Devil because if he gave him a name then maybe he’d be a bit more personable. max would have to admit that daniel (the devil) wasn’t too bad of a guy.

he himself told max that he didn’t tempt him to fuck in a church, he didn’t even have time to deal with max, too busy dealing with actual sinners. max was just gay and had an insane amount of catholic guilt. but hell was punishment and max’s punishment was to be the dynamic demon duo with another gay 19 year old, only this one was from monaco and obnoxious. he had apparently committed the sin of fucking the priest and then managed to have a very early in life heart attack.

(“he was so hot, max. i had to!”)

max had been working with charles for 40 years. that’s a long time to spend with someone when both of you had passed away at 19 and were forever demon-ized in those bodies and minds. if he looked super deep within he could even admit that charles was his best friend.

daniel, the devil, had them working on the sinner example enforcement division (SEED for short much to max’s chagrin), going out and seducing Actual Real Life Sinners in order to entrap them and enforce that they made terrible mistakes that were actually important to the devil. like trafficking and abusing people. many of them, much to charles’ chagrin and disgust, resided in monaco, which meant that max and charles had to go there often to perform their jobs. they often donned the skins of socialites in order to properly entrap them.

daniel, despite popular opinion, was not the ever eternal enticer but rather the ever eternal enforcer. he was not the opposite of the upside (what he called Heaven) but actually their guard dog, making sure that humans didn’t stomp over each other’s free will. in the event they did, they were swiftly met with punishment, one that hopefully set them straight enough to run tail tucked back to church and having morals.

he sent charles and max out to do the dirty work before he came in, dressed like the worst millennial one has ever seen and met. he was always floating for some reason, maybe to really pack the punch that he was The Devil and he was alive (kinda) to deliver holy justice.

often, the Big Sinners would proverbially spit in his face and brag about what they’ve done. that usually brought in the wrath of daniel, red horns sprouting, tail whipping faster than a human eye can see as he struck them, lashing them. the end of his tail was like a hot poker, searing into their skin and lasting longer than humanly possible.

most gave in after that; some didn’t. so he would lash them again, telling them to repent. if they didn’t repent, he would continue to do it until they did or until their soul joined the three of them, which they would drag back to Hell and throw into the fiery pits.

while charles and max had committed sins, they never hurt anyone. they just offended God. that’s why they were demons rather than spirits, they had the ability to exist even if they had already passed. most souls that came to Hell were souls that needed to be sent up the upside, a few were those who needed to be sent to neutral grounds while the angel courts debated their lives. an even smaller few were those who needed to actually be thrown into the pits. the smallest few would be turned into either angels or demons.

when max met his first angel, a boy named lando, he was shocked to learn that lando was also gay, like him and charles. and had acted upon it. the difference was that he had not offended God, but rather had acted graciously in his name for his entire short life.

max was even more shocked to learn that daniel had selected both him and charles to be demons.

(“i had a soft spot for you both! two gay boys who had both done something homosexual and personally offended toto within days of each other. and then died? sign me up!” god presented himself as a 6’5 austrian dilf. it was very odd, the first time max had met him. god was hot.)

the minor Big Sinners would usually just shit themselves at the appearance of daniel, even without his horns and with his dorky backwards hat. but the whole floating bit did probably help, as well as his candy red tail being held up menacingly, threatening even if daniel had his dimples out and smile on. max doesn’t know if he’d personally be scared of daniel in that form, but he thinks he’s probably biased based off the fact that he watched daniel sob over the notebook a few too many times to count.

(charles tells max that it’s actually probably because he wants to have sex with daniel. charles doesn’t know what he’s talking about. max tells him so, but charles counters that he has a boyfriend and max doesn’t. max personally thinks that the angel that charles fucked after a session of angel court doesn’t count, but who is he to actually say. that angel has been around for like. at least 10 years.

actually max is pretty sure that the angel, who has a name that max refuses to ever acknowledge that he remembers, has been living with them for the past 5 years. he does see sebastian often. like every day after his shift as daniel’s PA.)

their duties after they repent are usually done. some of them take another enforcement session. most of them have the fear of toto put into them and don’t ever commit a big enough sin to ping on their radar.

most of being a demon is just: sit around with charles, being daniel’s assistant, and enforcing the laws of heaven. it’s pretty boring, which is probably the actual punishment to his offense of toto. he gets to be out of his mind bored for eternity or until daniel dies. daniel is a young devil incarnation, but he’s still going to die someday, once society has evolved for a new god, devil, and court. the demons that he created will go with him. nobody wants to serve a new master, especially demons. especially max.

if he reaches deep down, even past the part that admits charles is actually his best friend, he sees that he quite likes daniel. daniel made sure that he always had a friend, daniel always made sure that he knew that his sin wasn’t being gay, it was fucking in a church, and he made sure that max felt comfortable in his after-life. as comfortable as a demon could feel.

if he reached the deepest, most barren hidden parts of himself, he could admit that he wanted to kiss daniel. what type of demon decides that he wants to fuck the devil? not for power but just because he thinks that The Devil is quite sweet and always makes him laugh.

The Devil is delightfully immature while also guiding max through the after life and an infinity of service to the heavens and earth with a maturity that surprises.

max had once asked daniel when he had become The Devil. daniel had looked away before saying he wasn’t exactly sure of the year because it was the middle of the war. the war to end all wars, and he was deep in it, fighting in the Australian army when he got taken. he woke up to toto staring at him with a curled lip and rolled eyes, muttering about the previous devil and his choice of a protégé. he was the new incarnation, as there was a new extreme evil that had been brewing. they never really said what but it was easy to tell the implications, the way the world had seemed to be falling apart.

corporate greed and exploitation was probably what called about a new incarnation, of god, the devil, and all the heavenly figures. who knew, for sure? all they could say was that the universe had decided that it was time, and when it was time for them to go, they would know.

daniel had seen the way the world moves. the way it evolved and devolved. it reflected on his bright red eyes, the mirroring of the flames. that was also the natural appearance of the devil, a reflection of fire in cherry red eyes, but daniel’s eyes always seemed to take on more a brown tint when he spoke of his past, turning slightly sad and dark.

and then he cracked a dick joke and max laughed so hard he wheezed and these moments were over, but max imagines that it probably made his heart ache when he saw how his death, the death of his peers, and those he killed were all for nothing with the second war came. and then all the wars after that. the way the world changed vastly with the evolution of human invention, creating ways for humanity to become even more depraved. ways for humans to suffer even more.

#maxiel #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #demon au #IDKKKK i’ll probably come back to this #maxiel fic #f1 fic #f1 fic rec #f1

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onboardsorasora · 2 months

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Just a silly thing I thought of. Sweet and fluffy thoughts of Maxiel parents at the Renaissance Fair.

“Hanna banana do you want another– no don't eat that!” Daniel scooped up the toddler in his arms, tickling under her arms to get her to giggle. Her poofy princess dress floofed over his tattooed arms, making him look like he was holding a giggling ice cream cone.

Daniel smiled and kissed her ruddy, chubby cheeks, walking them back to their group that were holding spots in the little grandstands. They'd been at the Renaissance Fair all afternoon, seeing all the different acts and artisans. Now they were waiting on the final jousting show of the day to begin.

It was their last excursion of the afternoon, Max had eagerly wanted to see the thrilling conclusion after the Tournament of Champions turned into a fake bloodbath filled with intrigue and subplots of deception and political drama.

Hanna squealed a happy sound and reached out of the circle of Daniel's arms towards Max who grinned over at them. Daniel found himself struck dumb as always at how beautiful Max looked when he and Hanna looked at each other like they both hung the moon and stars.

Max took Hanna in his arms and the baby burrowed her face into Max's bare neck. Daniel reached over to flick an errant loc of hair from Max's eyes. His baby blues looked bright and especially vibrant today under his dark blue eyeshadow.

“Did you enjoy looking at the horses?” Max asked, using the billowing sleeve of his costume to wipe at a smudge of dirt on their daughter’s cheek.

“She didn't even like want to look. Started toddling towards the bar that one.” Daniel chuckled and Max exhaled a laugh, clutching Hanna close and kissing at her beaming cheeks.

“Oh no lil bean, you're not old enough to try mead yet.” Lewis leaned over and tickled Hanna’s side, grinning when she giggled into Max's skin.

Daniel packed away the half eaten snacks in the bag in their stroller and then slipped his now free arm around Max's tiny corseted waist. His red and blue wench’s costume was beautiful in how it showed off his neck, shoulders and chest.

“Daniel, could you– my knot came undone again.” Max asked sheepishly and Daniel pecked his cheek before kneeling happily at his booted feet. He made quick work of bunching Max's long skirts and knotting them at thigh height so that his darling wouldn't overheat in the humidity.

“Every time you knot it you go higher and higher. I think you are trying to expose me to all these people, maybe.” Max teased.

“Babe with those legs, everyone will be getting a treat.” Daniel smirked at Max's blush.

“God you both are gross.” Lando complained walking up to them, his hands laden with drink. He handed a copper tankard to a now standing Daniel, and Lewis.

“One day you'll grow up and find someone you can stand in the daylight young one.” Daniel teased, accepting a silver tankard as well and popping a metal straw in the sparkling liquid. He brought it to Max's pink lips.

Lewis snorted and sipped his own drink before getting everyone's attention. “We have to remember to take that group pic.”

“I wish we thought about it before Hanna spat up on Daniel's costume.” Max commented mournfully, looking over at the large three that adorned Daniel's chest instead of the vest and shirt that matched them as a pair.

“Eh, no sweat it Maxy. I don't think our little princess liked it as much as you did.” Daniel laughed. “Next year we can be a pirate family.”

“And if you're lucky, Hanna won't want to be a dinosaur.” Lando chuckled which caused them all to laugh.

#literally just wanted something sweet and fluffy #maxiel #max/daniel #my ficlet

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