#but i couldn't get maxiel and this song out of my head

[dr3comebackera]

"When forever was a sentence, sentence to death Oh, when you were a running tear, I was a drop of sweat And the edges of your soul, I haven't seen yet Now I'm glad I get forever to see where you end" forever - noah kahan

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[sysakiddo]

This is a snippet of my new maxiel brainrot. yeah, it's a royalty au based on my favourite fairytale, yeah, I should be writing my thesis now.

Max rolled his eyes, chewing the bread he fished out of the travelling box. His shirt was askew, unbuttoned blouse showed most of his scar-covered chest. There were only two people in the world who could see him like this - carefree and natural. Victoria and the person sitting across from him. 

“I really think that we should marry you off, Charles. You have been really bitter lately. Always writing and playing your sad little songs, it's getting a bit old, isn't it?” 

Charles whipped a hand his way, scowling hard. “Now you are just being mean.” He snatched the ham Max was holding, eating it before he could protest. He flashed a grin at the outraged look on his face. “Besides, it's you who should marry, your majesty.” 

“I really don't need to marry.” 

“What are we going to Italy for, then?” he scoffed. 

Max huffed. “What, do you have any plans at home? Isn't it good to get out of the realm once in a while?”

“It just doesn't seem like you, going there just to check if the rumours are true.” 

The king shrugged. He couldn't explain it either. “It's important to strengthen the relations with your neighbours.” 

This time it was Charles who rolled his eyes. His creamy complexion looked fantastic in his scarlet uniform, yet Max did not let himself be fooled. He noticed how his cheekbones became more pronounced, how the circles around his eyes made them look set deeper. 

They travelled the whole night. Max forgot how tired the travelling made him, whining about his back and neck for the past hour. Charles was kind enough not to mention how, not even a year ago, he had no problem riding a horse for days at a time. 

Instead, he banged his fist against the roof of the carriage. “Stop! The king would like to take a walk!” he yelled out, the carriage immediately coming to a halt. 

“We're in the kingdom now, your majesty.” his coachman informed them as he stepped out, his spine cracking loudly with the sudden movement. “The castle is over there.” he pointed a finger, and when Max squinted, he could see the castle perched up on a hill. 

“Either way, I am going to take a short walk. Alone,” he added when Charles stepped up by his side. He sighed but let him go, knowing better than to argue with him. The soldiers around them looked worried but not surprised. They, too, knew Max. 

The air was warmer in here. Max breathed in and out deeply, enjoying the smell of the blossoming flowers. The spring was in full swing, and the forest they stopped by was green and alive. He walked for a while, stopping beside a streak flowing quietly. Splashing the fresh water on his face made him sigh, relishing in the feeling.

At first, he was confused at the new sounds coming from the forest, then recognised it as a horse galloping nearby, the sound etched into his head forever. He moved further in, shadowed by the trees around him. Max turned around, ready to return and not bet on his luck, but it was too late. A beautiful Lipizzan was the first thing he noticed. His mane was well kept, coat shiny. Though, all of the thoughts about the horse spiralled out of his head when he laid his eyes on the rider. 

There, in front of him, he saw the most beautiful man he had ever witnessed. He sat straight, with perfect riding posture. The white shirt complimented his tanned olive skin, allowing a nice view of his lean figure. The muscles of his arms jumped when he pulled the lead. His chestnut curls had pearls woven into them, and they shined just as much as the diamonds on his neck and fingers. 

Max made the mistake of moving slightly, the branch under his feet crunching slightly. The rider looked up instantly, tugging the lead again, interrupting the horse from drinking.  Their eyes met and Max could swear he had gone insane.

[somerandommess]

Maxiel, 260 words, inspired by ‘Cool about it’ by boygenius, not based on what the song is about but like ehhhh

But we don't have to talk about it

I can walk you home and practice method acting

I'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning

He kissed Daniel earlier. After a win. Daniel didn't react, just softly pushed him away and laughed it off.

Max blushed, embarrassed, "Sorry, I- I don't know what I was doing,"

Daniel smiled awkwardly. He shrugged his shoulders and said it's fine. Max was looking everywhere but at him and Daniel turned around and brought his hand to his mouth. He thinks it was to wipe away Maxs lips, his taste, him, off. Or maybe he was softly touching his fingers to his lips. And maybe he smiled softly when he did. And maybe he doesn't totally hate him now. He hopes.

Max cleared his throat and forced some words out, "Again, I'm sorry,"

Daniel turned around swiftly, "It's okay, we don't have to talk about it,"

Ouch.

Later that night the two of them were walking to their respective hotel rooms. Daniels own was before his.

"Night, Maxy"

"Night, Daniel."

Daniel placed the key card in the door and hesitated. He stretched his hand out to meet his, fingers barely touching. Max tried to force his hand to move just an inch so they could hold hands. But he couldn't. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. Daniel shook his head and entered his room and shut the door in his face.

Max, who was previously rooted in place rushed inside his own room and slid down the back of the door and tried to breathe.

meanwhile Daniel in his room, vibrating at the speed of light: oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

they eventually get together, after a few team changes, two world championships and one drunken night together in that same hotel, but it lead back to Max didn’t it?

[blorbocedes]

Please! Director’s Cut for Monza maxiel 🥺

ohoho 😈 okay, so. Monza 21 is the one fic I knew i HAD to write, as an homage to the winner's room trope that we talk about on this blog, and specifically the one sided maxiel dynamic. both of it going hand in hand.

I've actually never done a director's commentary below so uhh spoilers below:

I had a lot of fun, since we're writing from 2022 to add in some references and future gutpunches~ like~

this whole interaction with Zak, and then the "this would not be his final win in Formula One" 💀💀💀

Daniel POV is really fun in this cause he's a proper unreliable narrator 😭 he's so delusional

this whole paragraph is like...... girl he is Not waiting for you 😭😭😭 i hope it's evident in the fic that the reason daniel keeps rmbring 2016 is cause wanting max is a representation of wanting his own redbull slay era back, and he's clinging on this win like his last resort -- and the hint of resentment towards max now, for winning, for finally having the car that was promised to Daniel

I actually debated a lot about a particular scene that could go two ways.

1, they do a shoey in the hotel room, before everything else. Daniel being super into the ritual aspect and harkening back to The Past and max not being super into it but Daniel obv brushing it off

2. daniel wants to do the shoey after but max leaves and DR is like okay whatever we'll do it at Abu Dhabi/when the championship is won and max picks ME

didn't go with 1 because -- I already wrote the cognac scene and daniel pouring more for max, which is an intentional detail that would go remissed in a shoey AND cause champagne doesn't really get you that drunk. plus pathetic + delusional are the character notes I wanted to hit, so 2 really sealed the deal

I wondered what to put on Daniel's sex playlist, just to make it gross. so obviously John Mayer's your body is a wonderland ~~ ye, the weeknd, drake, pitbull but 2010s club fuckboy music. and ofc the CBAT Reddit song but sadly this fic is in 2021:/

I was actually debating how dubcon to make it. In my head I was turning a dial -- too dubcon/not dubcon enough. I knew I wanted Daniel to say, "it's tradition" but in a "hey, don't make me Say the situation we're in dictates the winner gets to fuck who they choose but hey I'm a Good Guy" way but I had to figure out how to get there. if max says No or I don't Want this, we go into full non con territory, if max reciprocates it's not dubcon Enough. truly I was in my Google docs like 🧪👩‍🔬⚗️

there's some Nico mentions, to highlight Daniel is thinking of 2016. but also because I was like 😈 why not

He remembers one time after Nico had blathered on and on how full-body Brazilian waxes gave him that millisecond edge over Lewis; Max and Daniel wanted to try out the body hair hypothesis. Max had been the giggling, willing subject completely hairless in the face so it wouldn't be too suspicious as Daniel went to town on the electric shaver. Arms, back, the soft fuzzy happy trail leading downwards… The coarser, darker curls nestled around the base of his dick, aroused and alert, as Daniel cleanly shaved it off; Max’s choked off little gasp as Daniel got to the balls, careful and hyperfocused. Daniel had eaten him out there, against the sink, Max shivering and sensitive everywhere and Daniel couldn't help but run his fingers over the smooth, hairless skin. Max had a mechanical engine failure the next race, and they chalked their hypothesis off to inconclusive.

this was important cause the baby maxiel WAS reciprocal!!! max used to be super into him!!!! so that the readers can contrast their past dynamic to what's happening now 🫣 also a ref to mondaycore's shaving carlando mafia au

Maybe Kelly prefers him like this, smooth like a baby. And obviously, good for them or whatever, but that age difference was a little suspect – cougar going after someone much younger. Daniel ignored that he was the same age as her, or that his girlfriend was the same age as Max and focused on the task at hand.

out of pocket, honestly. writer doesn't believe in subtext they're gonna spell it out.

“Condom?” Max yelps, a little panicked. And Daniel grins, proud of his little lion for learning about safe sex. Hopefully, that means he's not putting a baby in that girlfriend of his. There was a time when Max would beg him to bareback, cause he saw it in porn and wanted to try it; and as hot as the idea was, finishing inside Max, watching his hole desperately try to hold and spill the come it can't hold, Daniel was a single man back then and getting way too much pussy to even consider it. Although… if Max had been safe with his girlfriend, and he wasn't fucking anyone during his Winner’s Room picks…

this entire section was . i wanted to punch Daniel in the face. this is also incredibly delusional of Daniel to assume just cause Max is playing video games with Lando meant he wasn't fucking anyone (cause ooooobviously he's not picking Daniel so who would he been fucking?)

the part where Daniel's staring at him in the mirror in the bathroom is I think a good breather from everything that just happened, sort of post nut clarity lol. Daniel thinking Max will pull his share of the weight in the shower, since Daniel just did all the work now. It's not like he's keeping score except he totally is

Seeing Daniel, he looks a little guilty, like he got caught scrambling out as fast as he could,

Daniel even identifies it correctly, but refuses to acknowledge it for what it is.

They've crossed the minimum allotted time for the FIA, and he can't actually stop Max from leaving.

this is a throwaway line but it's so fucking telling. skull emoji. 💀 also a bit of world building for the WR rules

“I'm not 19 anymore.” Max says pointedly, and what does that have to do with anything? Max shrugs his polo on and when Daniel doesn't say anything or try to stop him, softens. “Listen, this was…” Max searches for an adjective that does not come. Daniel fills it in his mind, ‘great’, ‘mind-blowing’, ‘simply lovely’, “Yeah. Congrats again on the win, Daniel.”

so many things were happening in this paragraph!!! but mostly Daniel filling in the blanks and Max not saying anything is SOOOO shjdjfjdk

then to soften out daniel, he says he believes in max WDC. And he does! and maybe there was a time when max would've needed to hear this, but now it's just a nice thing to hear. he doesn't need Daniel like that anymore

someone in the comments was like "noo I feel so bad for daniel" and i was like 😭 why...... he's completely absorbed in his own ego and trying to ignore his flop era (that's why the lando mentions!!!), and when he has even a modicum of power (race win), he feels entitled to it. if anything the ending to Me is comeuppance. but I also respect once it's out into the world; everyone has their own interpretation of the fic.

i can go on and on, but it's already embarrassingly long. uhh I listened to Drake's Find Your Love like a million times to get into Daniel POV.

I'm more than just an option, refuse to be forgotten

I'm really happy with the fic, I think it's what I wanted the monza WR to be, and it's still fun to read despite The Horrors