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does anyone have versainz hand comparisons laying around...? for research purposes.

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Bestie I legitimately thought I was accidentally pressing on some the accessibility settings to make the font bigger or something 💀 thanks for confirming I wasn’t going insane

see as an accessibility setting it's probably great, it's just that like. I personally do not want it 😭

give me back my small screen tumblr please and thank you

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... I don't like the new tumblr update

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28 "curse of obedience" for lestappen thanks

this was kind of fun! couple different ways I could've taken it, but I liked this one :) 1.2k

Charles didn't mean to do it. The stupid book was all fucked up and ragged, pulled out of storage when Lorenzo had gone looking for something, and it had never made its way back in.

He and Arthur had laughed about it when they were younger, and then Charles had decided that it would look good in his room, and it's just...

Always been with him. He hadn't thought twice about putting it in his room when he'd bought his own place, and it's never been an issue.

Until now.

Lando is squinting down at the letters, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at the page he's randomly flipped open to.

"Mate, am I just really dyslexic or is this not in English?"

Charles rolls his eyes, stalking over and snatching it out of his hands.

"Obviously not. It is in Italian."

Come to think of it- he's not sure why his family has an old Italian book, but. Heirlooms are weird.

Lando gestures at him, spreading his arms.

"Okay? What's it say?"

Charles shrugs.

"I've never actually read it before."

Alex looks up from his phone, drawn back into the conversation.

"You've had that book your entire adult life and you've never read it? Really?"

Charles scratches at the back of his head, slightly embarrassed.

"I am not much of a reader."

He looks down into the book, squinting at the handwriting.

Something about obedience, behavior, and servants- Charles is somewhat confident this book could get him cancelled.

He reads further, confused about all the prior "emotional prerequisites".

Oh.

He must make a face, because Alex snickers.

"What, is it a sex book?"

Charles runs his hand through his hair again, sheepish.

"It's a, ah. It's a spell book."

The uproarious laughter is probably deserved.

------

Several hours later, and they're all wine drunk, eating their way through trainer-unapproved pizza. Lando rolls over, poking at Charles' thigh.

"Hey, that spell earlier, what was it?"

Charles rolls his eyes, reaching for another slice.

"It was-"

He hiccups.

"Mate, it was an obedience spell. Can you imagine if those worked?"

Lando breaks out into laughter again, and Alex chokes on his pizza slice.

"Charles, please- imagine if someone did that to someone like Max, it'd be so funny-"

Charles bites on his lip, giggles building up inside of him.

"It'd be so bad, no-"

Lando sits up, leaning backwards to snag the book.

"You should do it! Like a fun little 'he does whatever I ask him to' thing. And then next time you see him you should get all upset about why the spell isn't working."

Alex snorts, grinning over at Charles.

"Mate, you have to."

Charles rolls his eyes, wetting his throat with more wine as Lando passes him the book.

"Yes, yes, whatever. He's not even going to get it, it won't be funny at all."

------

Charles forgets about it. He goes back to his usual routines of working out, spends some time on the piano, gets bored in his Ferrari meetings- it doesn't even cross his mind.

Not until race weekend.

Max seeking him out isn't exactly abnormal. He likes to talk over car setups and track temps, can go for hours about weather and tire graining. Charles has a reputation as one of the few people willing to listen to it all.

He's never understood why more people don't listen to Max- he has good info, if you're patient.

Except Max is weird this time. He doesn't immediately launch into a conversation about the upcoming weekend, but instead simply settles near Charles, quiet and unobtrusive.

It's two words Charles doesn't normally use for Max.

He nudges him with his elbow.

"You okay?"

Max's eyes snap up to meet his- they seem more... blue than usual. Not that Charles spends much time staring at his eyes.

"Yes, I'm good, do you- do you need something? Can I get you anything?"

Charles blinks, taken aback. That's doubly weird. Max does not make a habit of making life easier for anyone.

"...I'm fine, thank you."

Max nods, eyes dropping back to the floor. He's jittery, foot tapping, fingers running across his hands and wrists.

He still won't leave his seat.

------

Max has been following Charles around as much as humanly possible when you drive for two different teams, and it's getting weird. He doesn't even have anything to talk about- he's been a complete pushover, going along with whatever Charles says, keeping quiet otherwise.

He reaches a breaking point when Max almost follows him to the presser, that Red Bull isn't in, dragging him into an abandoned hallway.

"What the hell is going on with you, Verstappen?"

Max's eyes go wide, still deep blue.

"I'll fix it, I'll- there's got to be something I can do for you?"

His fingers are digging into the sleeve of his jacket, and Charles notices his fingernails are bitten down to the quick.

"Max, what? Do for me? What are you even...?"

Max grips violently at his own wrist, eyes flashing for a moment, and Charles is startled by how wild he looks for a split second, like a caged animal- but then he relaxes again, positioning himself to appear smaller.

"Sorry, sorry, just- if you think of anything, let me know, yes?"

Charles furrows his eyebrows, uncomfortable for a reason he can't quite place.

"Uh, anything? Maybe let me by on turn one tomorrow, yes?"

It's a common joke in a paddock, so Charles has no idea why he gets the reaction he does.

Max- Charles doesn't have another word for it, the way his full body twitches, eyes bright and normal and seething, making a half aborted grab towards Charles, lip curling- but it's gone as soon as it had started, except Max looks mildly ill afterwards.

"Right. Of course."

He says it through gritted teeth, eyes back to being deep blue, and his fingers are digging into his own wrist.

He still doesn't leave until Charles does, following behind him until his press officer bodily drags him away.

------

Charles doesn't think about it again until lights out.

After Max smoothly lets him by in turn one, doesn't even attempt to battle for it, even when Charles was going for a late lunge anyways-

Afterwards, it's the only thing he can think about.

------

He doesn't hear what Max says in the post race interviews, doesn't want to look online and see all the speculation- he splits from his press officer as soon as possible, and manages to somehow get ahold of Max and drag him far away, into the private sections of the paddock.

He doesn't stop until they're in a meeting room, door locked behind him, before he spins around, staring at Max.

His heart is pounding in his chest.

"Sit."

Max drops into one of the chairs, eyes never leaving Charles'. There's a sick feeling settling in his gut- but maybe that was just Max being Max, maybe-

He needs to make him do something Max would never agree to do.

"Tell me I'm the best driver."

He sees it again, Max's fingers tightening around his wrist. There's faint purple splotches showing from underneath the edge of his suit sleeve.

Max wets his lips, opening his mouth.

"You are the best driver."

Charles-

It's not real. It can't be real, Max has somehow figured out their prank on him and decided to flip it around.

He stares wide eyed at Max.

"Are you under a spell?"

The corner of Max's eye twitches.

"Yes."

Charles takes a steady breath out. This is fine, he's just accidentally cursed his direct competitor to be- to be at his beck and call.

His thoughts screech to a halt.

He'd made Max give up turn one.

If he breaks this spell, Max is going to kill him.

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part sixteen of the maxiel corporate au! this has continued to get out of hand. but rico is here!

2.8k, explicit, rico POV, max POV

relevant heads up: hello we are now introducing the daniel shaming tag. brief max shaming at the beginning, but mostly max and his praise kink. because rico.

Max: hi

Max: are you busy

Rico: Not too busy for you.

Rico: How are you doing? Still staying with Daniel?

Max: yes

Max: about that

Rico: If he kicked you out...

Max: NO

Max: not like that

Rico: Okay, good.

Rico: Is he being a jackass again?

Max: sort of

Max: look this is awkward

Rico: ?

Max V. is calling...

Rico startles, squinting down at his phone screen as he tugs at the strap of his glove with his teeth, yanking it off and pressing accept.

"Max, hey. What'd he do?"

"It is less what he did and more what he is not doing. And I would not- ugh. I would not even be telling you, but you've sort of gotten wrapped up in this whole thing, and really it's your fault that I can't finger myself anyways-"

Rico's eyebrows fly up his forehead, and he makes a gesture at his team before stepping out into the hallway. Max is lucky that he wasn't drinking anything.

"Sorry, say that again?"

Max sighs over the phone, frustrated and borderline- Rico would almost call it whiny.

"I can't- I can't do it myself, I'm not any good at it. It doesn't feel as good as when you do it, and Daniel noticed, and-"

Rico narrows his eyes, already disliking where this is headed. He's mildly curious about how many bones he's allowed to break before Max gets upset about it- better to do them one at a time and make it look like an accident? Or all at once, to really make it stick?

"Was he upset?"

"No- not really upset at all, which is kind of weird now that I'm thinking about it. He is being a dick though."

Rico can't find it within himself to be too surprised. Daniel's got all sorts of weird hangups about sexuality and Max, even after his brief interaction with Rico- which clearly wasn't enough.

"How so?"

Max huffs again, definitely whiny this time, and amusement curls in Rico's chest. It reminds him of late nights in uni, listening to Max complain about assignments over takeout boxes. He's familiar with whiny Max.

"He said if I was so hopeless about it without you, to just-"

Max goes quiet, breath hitching oddly, and Rico pauses, jerked out of his thoughts.

"Max, are you touching yourself?"

There's a soft moan over the phone, and Rico slips from the hallway into an empty bathroom, palming at his dick. The blood has rushed out of his head, phone pinned between his shoulder and ear.

"I'm sorry, yes, need it so bad-"

"Fuck, you're being so good Max. Keep talking honey, tell me what he said."

Max whimpers over the line, and Rico hears a rustling noise before he speaks again.

"He told me to just invite you over, and I could- ah, could come on your cock if I wanted it so much."

The dizzying blood rush leaves Rico gripping the edge of the sink. His sweet housemate, smart and dorky and inexperienced- he may not be a virgin anymore thanks to Daniel, but Rico knows that doesn't necessarily mean Max has been treated right.

Rico's been told he's a good partner, that his endless patience and gentleness during sex helps balance out the size of his dick. He's diligent about prep work, but Max. Max would cry about it, Rico just knows it.

Daniel's not treating him right. If Rico goes over there- he's going to need to educate. Show him why it's so much better when your partner is a sated mess, why the aftercare is the best part.

He needs to take care of Max first. He presses the heel of his palm into his shorts again, trying to decide.

He and Max have been headed down this path since the first night. Rico would be perfectly content keeping their relationship in its weird nebulous state, but he's here for what Max needs.

Max wants things to be good with Daniel, which means it's Rico's job to facilitate that- and if part of that process includes giving Max the best lay of his life, than Rico's just setting the bar of Daniel.

He breathes out slow, forcing himself to focus. At least one of them needs to be thinking.

"Do you want that? No hard feelings Max, I want you to be honest."

Max makes a punched out noise, and his voice is wavering when he speaks.

"Yes, I- but only if you also want it, I wouldn't-"

He's getting stuck in his own head, Rico can tell.

"I would love to come do that for you, Max. But I've got some time left at the gym, so you might have to wait a little longer. Are you still touching yourself?"

"Only a little bit, Rico, please- need it so bad, I want to come, I'll be good-"

Rico hums low, hand shoved into his shorts, fingers curling around the tip of his cock.

"You are being good for me. I'll be there as soon as I can, I promise. Are you going to be okay for another hour or two?"

Max whines again, needy and pitchy. Rico tries to imagine what he might look like-

"Yes, I'll be okay, I'll be good."

He knows Max is going to be good. He wouldn't be upset even if Max wasn't, because the entire thing is hot.

"I'll be there before you know it. Send me the address, yes?"

Max's shaky sigh goes straight to his dick, and his fingers are smeared with precome as he slowly jerks, careful not to be audible.

"I will, thank you Rico, thank you, I'll be good."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, Max. I want to help take care of you."

It takes him another minute or so to get through Max's haze, reminding him again to send him an address, that Rico will be there as soon as he can.

He double checks that the call is disconnected before he really gets his hand wrapped around himself, painfully hard. His brain is stuffed full of thoughts about Max- the way he fits so perfectly underneath him, the way his legs might look wrapped around Rico's waist, how it might feel for his nails to claw down Rico's back-

This might be his only opportunity to show him what good sex is supposed to feel like. Rico is going to make it stick.

------

Max is sulking, hips lazily grinding into the bed as he waits. His call with Rico had been almost an hour ago, and he's been hard ever since- every time he tried to stop thinking about it, it creeps back into his brain- along with the reminder of what he knows Rico looks like when he isn't hard.

Max should probably be using this time to stretch.

He ruts his hips into the mattress again, fingers curled in the sheets.

"Having fun?"

Daniel's voice from the doorway startles him, and Max gasps, cheeks burning as he freezes.

He can hear Daniel laugh, and then there's fingers lightly tracing across the back of his ankle.

"Well don't stop on my account babe. I was enjoying the view."

Max twists his head back into the pillows, flush with embarrassment, hyperaware of Daniel's fingers.

"Did you call Rico?"

He nods, rolling his hips again without realizing, caught up in the thought of Rico's fingers, Rico's hands, his cock inside of him-

Daniel hums lightly.

"Good."

Some part of Max is aware that Daniel's got a weird hangup about the whole thing, but he can't figure out what it is, and Daniel told him to call Rico, so Max isn't going to feel bad about that.

There's a loud buzzing noise through the apartment for a moment, and Daniel steps away, leaving a friendly little pat on the back of Max's thigh.

"Concierge is letting someone up- hope you're ready, babe."

------

Daniel has a nice condo. Rico doesn't want to think about the eye watering price tag on it, this high up in the heart of the city, but he can respect the work of whatever interior designer Daniel hired.

He's setting his keys and wallet down on the entryway shelf when Daniel comes around the corner, casually dressed in lounge clothes. It's different from the last time they'd met, when Rico had pinned him against the concrete wall, watched him pretend like it didn't make him hard.

He's looking down at him now, unimpressed.

Daniel offers him a blinding smile, completely fake.

"Rico, mate, glad you could make it."

Rico keeps his face flat, narrowing his eyes slightly as he steps forward into Daniel's space, towering over him as he rests one hand gently on his waist, leaning down next to his ear.

He keeps his voice low and soft- they don't need Max any more in the middle of this than he already is.

"I'll deal with you later."

Daniel's pupils blow wide, mouth parting as Rico gives his waist a harsh squeeze, stepping away from him.

"Where's Max."

Daniel swallows, and then he's leading them down a hallway, socks quiet against the hardwood floor. Rico can see Max as soon as the doorway comes into view- the bed is positioned to be seen from the hallway when the door is open.

He's splayed out on top of rumpled sheets, the muscles of his back flexing as he rolls his hips down into the mattress. His hair is wild in the way it gets when it's dried from the shower without styling, and Rico takes a moment to simply watch, drinking in the sight before he steps forward.

Daniel is still hovering in the doorway, and Rico eyes him, wondering how much his fragile mentality can handle.

Ultimately, Daniel's miraculous ability to get this far in life without confronting who he actually is isn't Rico's problem. He nods his head at the chair, cocking an eyebrow when Daniel pauses.

There's a thread of satisfaction in his chest when Daniel slinks over to the chair, fidgety and nervous.

Rico turns his attention back to Max. It's about teaching now- a hands on practical lesson.

He settles his palm between Max's shoulders, dragging it slowly down as his back as Max gasps underneath him, arching and twisting his head to meet Rico's eyes.

"Rico-"

"Hi, sweetheart."

Max's face is flushed, pink across his cheeks and ears, eyes glassy and wide as he grips at Rico's arms, practically dragging him into the bed.

Rico allows it, maneuvering so that his back is against the headboard, Max pressing into his lap. He steadies him with his hands across his waist, fondness lighting up his chest.

"Easy, Max."

Max frowns, lips pressing into a pout.

"Rico, I have already been waiting, I want-"

He's whiny, clearly having expected Rico to just come in and fix things.

Rico runs his hands down Max's sides, thumbs brushing over the soft skin under his ribs.

"You have to let me prep you, okay? You've been very good, waiting this long, I just need a little bit longer."

He brings one hand up, carefully cradling Max's face. They've crossed just about every line of their friendship lately, and Max gets clingy, needs reassurance- Rico's willing to take the risk that this might help.

He leans closer, carefully watching Max, still running his other hand soothingly down Max's side.

"This okay?"

Max nods, eyes blown.

"Please."

Rico's gentle with it, carefully shifting Max in his lap as he kisses him, chaste and easy until Max's mouth falls open. He's eager, focused on getting more, moving easily where Rico wants him.

He pulls back, heart tugging at the mournful noise Max makes.

He's pretty like this, perched over Rico's thighs, pale skin and lean muscle on display, pink flush down his chest.

Rico's eyes flick over briefly to Daniel, mesmerized in the chair, fingers gripping tight into the fabric of the arms. It'll be interesting to watch him fall apart over this- but he's not Rico's priority.

There's a bottle of lube on the nightstand, easily within reach for Rico, and he pressed a brief kiss to Max's lips before leaning over and snagging it.

"You're doing good for me sweetheart, keep being patient."

He arranges them so Max is laid out on his back, hands wrapped around Rico's arms. It's easy to flick to cap of the bottle, even easier to quirk an eyebrow at Daniel, a silent motion for him to pay attention.

He lets the lube sit between his fingers for a moment, letting it warm to body temperature as he leans down and kisses Max again, making his way across his jaw, down his neck.

Max presses up into it, breathy as his fingers tighten around Rico's biceps.

"Ah- feels good, fuck, please-"

Rico hums against his skin, bringing his fingers down to trace against Max's ass, kissing against his jaw.

"I know, I'm on it."

His first finger goes easy- he could probably do two right now, but that's not the point. The point is showing how prep can be good, just as good as the actual sex.

Max's legs fall open for him, gasping as Rico works his finger carefully, letting him adjust.

His nails dig into Rico's arms when he brushes against his prostate, arching up into his grip.

"Missed you, missed your fingers, I can- I can take another one, please-"

Rico grins, presses another kiss to Max's lips as he pushes in his second finger.

"So pretty for me, Max, all stretched out here on the bed- you put up with so much, don't you?"

Max blinks up at him, wiggling his hips when Rico's fingers fall still.

"Rico."

He laughs softly, scissoring them slowly inside of him.

"Really, Daniel here is very lucky you're as sweet and patient as you are, yeah?"

He deliberately looks up at Daniel, who's white knuckling the fabric of the chair with one hand, the other shoved into his pants, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

His eyes widen at being addressed, cheeks flushed. Rico scoffs, looking back down at Max.

"He's just ungrateful, Max. That's his problem to solve, not yours."

Max's head drops back as Rico teases a third finger, moaning.

"How- How many, please, I'm being good."

Rico kisses him again, appeasing.

"I want to get to four, sweetheart. You're being perfect, don't worry. I just want to make sure you're nice and ready for me- I'm not going to hurt you."

Max whines, shifting his hips to try and get Rico's fingers deeper, starting to get impatient.

"I'm ready, Rico, I want-"

Rico curls his three fingers against Max's prostate, watches him arch underneath him as he moans.

"Please, please-"

Another soft kiss to Max's collarbone, and he's carefully working the three fingers, trying to stretch him gently.

"I want you to tell me something first, yeah?"

Max's eyes flutter back open, watery and wide as he looks at him.

"Whatever you want, I'll say whatever-"

There's a smile tugging at the corners of Rico's mouth, working one of his hands up Max's chest.

"I want you to tell me that you're good, and that you deserve better."

Max's breathing stutters, confused. There's a sharp inhale from the chair, and Rico's mouth curls into a vicious smirk, tucked by Max's jaw where he can't see.

He looks up at Daniel from under his lashes, braced completely over Max as he works him apart with his fingers.

He deliberately stops moving his fingers, and Max makes a frustrated cry, gripping Rico tight enough that he's half expecting to have little fingerprints bruises tomorrow morning.

"Rico-"

He doesn't break eye contact with Daniel, speaking low near Max's ear.

"Say it, sweetheart."

Max bucks his hips impatiently, squirming under Rico. His blush has gotten darker.

"I-"

Rico lets his pinky tease at the edge of Max's rim, but he doesn't move the other three fingers.

"You're good, and you deserve better."

"I'm good-"

Rico curls his fingers directly into Max's prostate, and he chokes out a loud moan, eyes wide.

"Almost there."

His pinky slips in easily, and he carefully scissors them, testing the give.

"And I- I deserve better."

Daniel's squirming in the chair, head tilted back as he palms at his dick, and Rico doesn't know him very well, but-

"Stop touching, Daniel."

Daniel freezes, and Max squirms under Rico again, impatient.

Rico locks eyes with Daniel, smug.

"I think you know that I want you to behave- and it's not like it's hard, is it? Max is doing such a good job showing you how to be good."

Daniel gulps, mouth opening for a moment before Rico turns his attention back to Max. He's not interested in anything he has to say.

Max tugs at his arms, pulling him down for a kiss as Rico finally pulls his fingers out.

He brushes a thumb across Max's cheek, watching him pant underneath him.

He's so good- Rico has no idea how Daniel has fucked this up so bad. Max is perfect, easy to work with and eager to please.

"Want to show him how pretty you are when you get fucked properly?"

Max flushes deeper, fingers tightening across his biceps.

"Please-"

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does search history charles ever have moments of intense insecurity where he thinks he isn’t enough for max or that daniel would be better for max. how does he tend to handle them?

oooooo that's a good question!! SH charles and daniel have a really unique relationship.

charles has an understanding of how complicated max and daniel are, and he's also aware of how much daniel means to max- it'd be impossible not to.

for charles, he went from knowing aggressive, hardheaded, surly max from karting, to seeing him again in f1. and the max he meets in f1 is completely different- he smiles more, he laughs louder, he's not as reserved as he used to be. and charles knows that's because of daniel.

charles also already kind of knew daniel through jules. I don't go in depth on it in the fics, and I won't, but SH daniel was in love with jules- charles always saw daniel's name lighting up his phone, always saw jules laughing with daniel. so he grew up admiring the two of them, kind of having that puppy crush thing going on.

when charles reaches f1 daniel goes from being "jules' daniel" to "max's daniel" and charles doesn't think about it a whole lot beyond that- he's more focused on the car, on proving himself. he doesn't have the emotional capacity to poke at the max thing in his heart. (they don't start sleeping together until max's first championship year)

at one point, charles and max have to have a really long, somewhat uncomfortable conversation about max and daniel, because max's views on sex are really fucky when they first get together, and charles needs to figure out what's going on there before they can make necessary progress in their own relationship. (referenced in both SH and 1+1+1)

the result of that conversation is that charles reaches his own internal understanding that while daniel means a lot to max, and he's helped take care of him and keep him together for years, he's not good for him. and max isn't good for daniel either. (if you're interested, 09000767 shows the beginning foundations of the maxiel relationship- they're not healthy.)

so charles doesn't really struggle with that insecurity afterwards. he respects the depth of max and daniels previous relationship, but he also firmly believes that it's exactly that- previous. with the exception of the weekend in 1+1+1, max and daniel don't engage in any kind of sexual relationship, since they've had their own conversations about that "relationship" being damaging for both of them.

it's kind of hard to get a grasp on the background maxiel lore without reading everything in the series, including the unfinished stuff, and there's a lot of little details that help put things together that you guys don't have yet, just because it isn't been written out.

I hope that helped answer your question :)

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I have finally downloaded the app bc the mobile website glitched one too many times for me lol

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was just reading omegaverse dame max and all the alphas would go crazyyy if his tits actually did get bigger 😇😇 like he isn't that concerned about it but then he walks out in his white fireproofs and is wondering why all the alphas are acting strange 😔

being confused why the fireproofs feel tighter/being more sensitive about everything. wonders why all the rookies are wanting full hugs so much more than usual, cannot for the life of him figure out why no one is able to look him in the eyes.

obviously he doesn't realize or connect the dots about the whole thing until someone tells him point blank to his face, in typical max fashion.

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Now I'm curious, what is the order of the Darkbull hierarchy?

senior team members (christian, johnathan, newey, basically the pitwall or admin for the team)

carlos, daniel, and oscar (in that order, based on who's been with max the longest)

garage team members (pit crew, anyone who's physically traveling to the races with the team)

home team members (everyone who stays at the factory)

GP and jake exist somewhat outside of the hierarchy. jake isn't involved in a lot of the initial thoughts or ideas, but he has the authority to put a stop or a temporary hold on something for health reasons. he's also responsible for managing max's real medical history. GP has final say on max related topics.

senior team members + jake and GP have access to the tracking data at all times pre-kidnapping. post-kidnapping, daniel, carlos, and oscar also get access to that data.

max also exists outside the hierarchy in a unique way. obviously the entire team seems to bend to his will, and they genuinely do want him happy and taken care of, but max doesn't actually have any autonomy. it would take one text for him to get someone fired, but at the same time, he's also not viewed as his own person. empty power, basically. there's a very small part of him that kind of realizes that, and he makes the conscious decision a few times not to think about it, because he understands things are better for him when he goes along with it.

when max gets in trouble or gets pushy is when that appearance of power falls away.

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sunny… did u kill off max…

among a few others :D

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honestly the fact that the ficlet has more comments than likes is the funniest ratio I've gotten on a ficlet on this entire blog

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430 words of the scrapbook max verse! kimi POV, future fic. please don't burn me at the stake

There's homework on his desk that Kimi needs to be doing. Two classes worth, to be exact, from his emergency rescues unit, but-

Professor Ocon has delayed them.

Kimi understands. It's going to be April soon, and it's like the campus is a living, grieving creature.

Classes are quiet, sparring isn't as spirited as usual, and everyone is-

They're wounded. Not physically, maybe, but wounded all the same, shrouded in their grief. It's been better this year, the same way last year was better than the year before that, but Kimi remembers the fighting on the Outbreak.

Remembers being told to evacuate.

Remembers George cradling his face in his hands, pressing their foreheads together, telling him to run as far and as fast as he could.

Remembers digging Ollie out of the rubble, dragging him to an evacuation zone, begging a medic to save him.

Remembers watching Carlos being brought back from the brink of death in the tent, remembers watching him stagger back in the direction of the Outbreak.

Remembers Gabi's face when he made it to the evac zone and told them he wouldn't be coming back.

Kimi remembers helping move the wounded when they needed to push the evacuation zone even further, remembers feeling the ground split apart from the force of Professor Button's abilities.

Remembers the teeth rattling cracks of thunder.

The snippets of memory, of the pressure in the air, the ozone lingering all around them, remembers the way the seniors around them knew.

The way Professor Ocon had pulled Kimi into his chest, hands cupped tight over his ears, saltwater dripping into his hair.

Kimi remembers how silent the battlefield had been, after that. Quiet save for the ringing in his ears.

Remembers working for days afterwards to recover any survivors, working their way towards the epicenter.

He hates April just as much as the rest of the academy does. Three years is not enough time to heal, not when he hears it in his dreams, sees flashing of it behind his eyelids when he's exhausted.

He stands from his chair, slipping out of his dorm room and out of the defense student wing, finding his way into Ollie's hallway.

Badges into his room with the keycard he's not supposed to have.

Ollie is asleep, sprawled out across the bed, one foot dangling off of the side. Kimi toes off his shoes, carefully lifting one of his arms and worming his way under the covers.

His ear is resting against Ollie's chest, heartbeat thudding next to him as he tries to sync their breathing together.

They're okay.

They lived.

[lsunstreakerl]

just noticed the feral catboy!max in the darkbull verse is missing from the masterlist! (if im just blind please just ignore me)

dw you're not blind I'm just stupid

[lsunstreakerl]

https://www.tumblr.com/leclercenjoyer/770869417667084288/i-need-to-tie-him-to-a-table-and-do-dubiously

your batshit charleses to max

post link

yeah you get it. they're insane.

[lsunstreakerl]

beginning to think o!darkbull charles might need a lesson from catboy max owner charles on the proper care and keeping of a max

anon, you are sadistic

[lsunstreakerl]

i really love how all your maxes are iffy about blindfolds i think it’s such a nice bit of continuity <3 would love to hear why they specifically make him on edge but they’re still used

thank you! some lil thoughts on it down below, across different verses <3

max is someone who's always had to look out for himself. he'll trust other people with little things, but at the end of the day he has the mentality that the only person who's going to really look out for him, is himself.

being blindfolded takes away a lot of that autonomy. he has to put trust in the other person, which is something he's not used to.

the result of this is that being blindfolded makes max drop hard and fast, when done properly. by taking away the option for him to look out for himself, he's immediately more sensitive, and he's also a bit more emotionally open.

as far as specific verses, I'll just run through the ones off of the top of my head that I remember writing blindfolds for.

SH: daniel initially uses them with max to get him out of his head, and also as a trust exercise. in 1+1+1, he mentions that combining the blindfold with bondage makes max nervous- that doesn't stop him, but he takes a semi-break mid scene to help soothe max. it's very much about trust here, and helping max remember that it's okay to rely on other people sometimes, and that they're not going to hurt him. charles takes that mentality back home with them, but he doesn't use blindfolds with max unless he feels like max really needs to go down.

corp au: daniel's just a bit of an asshole here. sort of. initially he was planning on having max do other things with his mouth under the desk, and then he got hit with the weird emotion of just. wanting to see max relaxed and chilled out. so instead of edging him the entire time he's really only doing it at the end. (corp daniel vs human feelings, who wins)

tentacle verse: I don't reaaaaaally know that I would count this one? but charles does use a tentacle in the first fic to cover max's eyes. in that situation, it's to hide his own identity, and also a somewhat intentional move to cause panic. not a whole lot of trust going on there.

darkbull: rb uses blindfolds to help keep max down in subspace. he's sweet for them like that, so sometimes they'll get him all wrapped up and let him hang out in a specific department. emotional support max. charles uses blindfolds to keep max scared and on edge, because he likes to watch him work himself up wondering where charles has gone, or if he's going to touch him again. daniel, carlos, and oscar don't actually use them all that often- with an exception for getting creative after the ear piercings.