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max-nico · 9 months ago

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It's Tails first birthday with Sonic. Sonic estimates the kid is turning about 4, maybe 5 today. They're sitting at a little diner in some middle-of-nowhere town, partially because they don't have the funds for much more, but also because Tails only said he would like to go to a restaurant for his birthday.

It seemed like an odd choice for a kid, Sonic is pretty sure kids usually ask to go to things like amusement parks, or trampoline parks, or... Regular parks. He's not quite sure what kids like outside of parks, so maybe he's overthinking it.

Still, he asks Tails why he would want to go out to eat anyways. It seems like an odd choice for a rambunctious 4 (5?) year old.

"Oh." He mumbles, "Well I dunno what people do for birthdays, but one time I heard people back at the island talkin'bout going to dinner! I thought that's what people are s'posed to do, am I wrong?"

Sonic frowns for a moment, unsure of how to answer his question. It takes a little work to make the words he's looking for bubble up from his throat, still pretty unused to talking more than what's absolutely necessary.

"No, not really. You're-You are supposed to do what you want for your birthday. Whatever you want." Sonic's words drag in all the wrong places, and linger when he chokes on vowels. "Like, go to the park or.. something. Would you want to go to the park?"

Tails thinks for a moment and shakes his head.

"No, you don't play with me at the park, and I wanna spend my birthday with you, Sonic!"

Way to hit a hedgehog in his heart strings, huh? Normally when they're at a park there's other kids, so he lets them entertain themselves while he takes a nap on a nearby bench. He's not playing because he doesn't want to play, he's trying to encourage Tails to make friends. It seems, he may have screwed up somehow, not in any unfixable way though.

Sonic frowns, "If we go to the park I'm happy to play with you. Do you want to go?"

Tails shakes his head again, "I'm hungry."

Sonic laughs.

The diner staff are polite. They all have slow drawls that make it practically impossible for Sonic to actually listen to them, but by Gaia does he try. They just ask general questions; drinks, food, sauce, sides. Things like that. Sonic makes sure to mention Tails birthday as well, and the lady promises to come back with two free cupcakes.

The entire dinner flies by in no time at all. Tails does most of the talking, as usual, but Sonic tries harder to contribute to the conversations and ask engaging questions. Even when the fox starts going on and on about plane parts and upgrades that Sonic can't even begin to pronounce, let alone grasp what they do.

Soon enough, their dessert is out. Sonic has never been big on any types of sweets, so as soon as the happy birthday song the waiters sing is over he slides his cupcake to Tails side of the booth. It's more than worth it, even if he would've wanted the cupcake, because the kids eyes light up like Sonic has just handed him the stars.

"Are you gonna blow out your candle first?" Sonic chuckles, pointing at Tails own still sparking cupcake.

"Well duh!" He sasses, grinning.

"What're you gonna wish for?"

Again, Tails thinks, wrinkling his nose as if this is the most important question he's ever had to answer.

"It has t'be small." He says. "Just in case."

An eyebrow raise is shot Tails' way. "In case of what?"

"Well, the elders at the island always said wishin' comes at a price, that's why I was born with two tails y'see? So it can't be big, just in case, cuz I can't accidentally trade ya'up! You're more important to me than any wish ever!"

Before Sonic can respond, Tails has blown out his candle. The hedgehog's eyes are a little misty, and his nose is a little runny, unbeknownst to the little fox across from him. Never in Sonic's life has he had anyone be so.. so genuine to him. He's so beside himself with fondness he isn't quite sure what to do with it all, he feels so swollen with love he might explode.

Quietly, Sonic asks him what he wished for.

"Your long and pro-prosperous health! That means ya get to stay healthy for a long long time." Tails smiles but his face is deadly determined, as if he's truly trying to will his wish into existence by sheer force of will alone.

Sonic supposes he'll have to wish for the same thing on his birthday, just to make sure they're even.

Heyyyy y'all !! Should I probably wait until Tails actual birthday to post a birthday fic? Maybe. Do I care? Nope !! Come talk to me !! I don't bite I swear !!!

Sonic, in this fic for some reason: do you want to go to the park?

Tails: no I do not

Sonic: Have you ever gone to the park?

Tails: no I have not

Sonic: will you go to the park?

Tails: maybe...

Sonic: when will you go to the park?

Tails:

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lost-in-fandoms · 23 days ago

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Winter warmers day 11: virginity. I went slightly off course, but technically not off-topic. 1.7k words, mostly sfw until the end.

5 times Max and Daniel take each other "virginity" + one time they actually do.

Neither of them really remembers how it had started, they just know it's an inside joke they can't, and don't want to, get rid of anymore.

Every time one of them is doing something new, they say they're losing their virginity. It's not funny, not really, but inside jokes don't really have to be.

It usually goes something like this.

1. "What do you mean you've never had tiramisu in Italy, Max?" Daniel asks, looking at Max as if he had just told him he had decided to stop driving and go sell stamps instead. "I am pretty sure they could revoke your right to race here, mate."

Max rolls his eyes, even if he can't really hold back a smile at Daniel's theatrics.

"I don't drive for Ferrari, Daniel, I don't have to do all the Italian things."

"No, but this is probably illegal or something. You can't keep living this life of crime, Maxy, I won't let you!"

Max rolls his eyes again, but doesn't argue when Daniel, still shaking his head in disbelief, grabs his phone to look up the nearest restaurant.

That evening, tucked away on a table for two in the back corner of a little restaurant, Daniel looks expectantly at Max while he takes his first bite of tiramisu.

"Well?" he asks, before Max has even finished swallowing, "happy to let go of you tiramisu virginity?"

"It is good," Max nods, smiling his squinty eyed smile and offering Daniel the second bite from his own fork. Daniel takes it without even thinking about it, closing his eyes to savor it better.

"Good virginity tiramisu," he agrees, making Max snort.

The finish the slice together, sharing the same fork.

2. "You've never gone rollerblading?"

Daniel remains on the floor, spread out over the yoga mat where Michael had left him after killing him during a training session, but he cracks open an eye, to see Max looming over him, sweaty t-shirt sticking to his skin.

"What?" he asks, lazily gesturing for his water bottle until Max hands it to him.

"You said, when Michael made that joke, before, that you have never gone rollerblading," Max explains, watching Daniel trying to figure out the logistics of drinking his water without having to sit up and without dumping it all over himself. "Is it true?"

"Yeah, mate." Daniel gives up on the effort, pushing up on one hand to be able to drink. "I have gone ice skating, though, so I guess it's the same."

Max frowns, crossing his arms just to immediately uncross them again grimacing when they stick together with sweat.

"It's not the same," he declares, walking towards the bench to grab his phone. "We are going to find a place and go rollerblading tomorrow. We are taking your rollerblading virginity."

Daniel flops back on the mat, giving Max a lazy thumbs up.

(Unsurprisingly, it turns out they are both really bad at rollerblading, even if Max claims he's been many times before. The fact that they spend half the time trying to make the other fall probably doesn't help.)

3. It's probably not very polite to sit in a strip club, low lights and beautiful women dancing on stage, and be unable to stop giggling, but in Max's defense, it had been Daniel's fault.

It had been a long weekend, a bad race, and Max had been very ready to leave everyone behind and go play fifa in the solitude of his hotel room when Daniel had stopped him, a determined look in his eyes and a smile on his lips that had immediately told Max he wanted to cause trouble.

"I'm going to take your strip club virginity, Maxy," Daniel had said. "Go change!"

And Max had gone.

It had been a bit weird at first, neither of them drunk enough to not find it slightly awkward, a simmering tension straining between them.

And then Daniel had pointed to a girl and had leaned over, whispering straight into Max's ear, causing a shiver to travel down his back.

"Doesn't she look a bit like Seb?" he had asked.

Max had been so surprised he hadn't been able to hide his surprised bark of laughter, which had caused Daniel to start laughing, which had made Max laugh harder.

Half an hour and one drink later, they were both sitting there, giggling every time they met each other's eye.

They had left the club two hours later, much drunker than when they had gone in, but Max didn't have any memories of the girls dancing. He remembered Daniel's smile though, bright under the flashing lights.

4. "What's this?"

Daniel blinks down at the bouquet of flowers Max is thrusting towards him, cheeks slightly red.

"I'm taking your flowers virginity," Max says, pushing them closer to Daniel's chest.

"Mate, I've had flowers before." Daniel still takes them, because Max is insistent and because they're pretty, but he raises a confused eyebrow at Max, frowning.

"You said," Max pauses, frowning too. His cheeks are redder now, Daniel notices distractedly.

"I said?" he encourages, not stopping himself from bowing his head, inhaling deeply. When he looks up again, Max is smiling slightly, eyes soft.

"You had PR flowers, yes? And for wins? You said nobody ever gave you flowers just because. In that interview."

Daniel blinks.

He had said that, yes, but it's news to him that Max watches the interviews they don't do together, especially ones that aren't f1 related.

"Uh," he says, very eloquently, looking down at the flowers again. His heart is beating a weird, stuttering rhythm he is set on ignoring.

"If you do not like them..." Max starts, and Daniel snaps his head up again, seeing how Max's expression has changed, doubt and regret seeping onto his face as he reaches for the flowers again, as if to take them back.

Daniel takes a step back, snatching them away.

"Nu-uh, they are my virginity just because flowers! You're not having them back!" he tells him, closing both hands around the stems.

Max looks stunned for a second, but then smiles again, eyes crinkling, and Daniel's heart does a weird swoopy thing he should probably bring up with his doctor.

Maybe he's allergic to these flowers.

5. "Max, open up," Daniel calls, knocking on Max's motorhome door, "I need to take your clothes virginity."

It's only after it's out of his mouth that he realises how the sentence could be interpreted, and he has to hope nobody of the people milling around are paying attention to him. By the looks some of them give him, he's not that lucky.

He's raising his hand to knock again when the door opens, and Daniel pushes inside without really waiting for Max to invite him in, wanting to get away from his own embarrassment.

"Hello Daniel," Max says, unfazed, stepping aside so they're not squished next to the door. "I am of course already wearing clothes."

"Can see that you are, mate!" Daniel replies, stepping further into the room and dropping his bag on the small couch. "But I brought you better ones!"

Max steps closer, looking over his shoulder as Daniel extracts a hoodie, a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from his bag.

"Enchanté virginity, baby!" he says, gesturing towards the clothes with a flourish.

He knows, both because he knows Max and because Max told him, that Max won't wear them outside, but he had brought it up enough times for Daniel to understand that Max wanted them anyway. So he had picked out the most comfortable items of the collection, in the most muted Max-colors, and packed them away to offer them in private.

Max reaches for the hoodie first, picking it up and gently running his hand over the design on the front, before looking up and smiling at Daniel, stars in his eyes.

"This is very pretty, thank you Daniel."

And then, as if Daniel wasn't already melting a little, he pulls off his own sweater, tugging the new hoodie on in its place, emerging from the head hole with his hair all ruffled.

"Good virginity?" Daniel asks, voice coming out softer than he intended.

Max looks at him with happy eyes, nodding with enthusiasm.

"Very good. I love it, Daniel."

Daniel smiles, nodding too, not really sure on what to say.

"I'm glad you do," he settles on in the end, even if the words feel like they are the wrong shape in his mouth, different ones swirling in his brain.

+1 Daniel finds Max in the exact same position he had left him in when he comes back from the bathroom, condom disposed and wet towel in his hand.

He's laying on his back, come drying on his stomach, lovely pink flush still spread from his cheeks to his chest, eyes half closed and a blissed out expression.

He smiles at Daniel when he leans over him, cleaning him up gently, but doesn't make any move until Daniel is done, when he grabs his wrist and tugs, making him lose his balance.

Daniel falls back on the bed with a groan, letting Max move him around so that they're pressed together, sweaty skin against sweaty skin.

"On which side does this go?" Max asks, voice slightly hoarse, nosing along Daniel's neck, hands firmly wrapped around his waist.

"Hm?" Daniel tilts his head to the side when Max nips at his skin, too distracted to try and figure out what Max means.

"Which side. Of the list."

"List?"

Max pulls back just to roll his eyes at Daniel, as if he's the one being stupid and not Max being cryptic, before going back to his previous task.

"The virginity list, Daniel," he finally explains, words pressed right below Daniel's ear. "Guy virginity. Was this you taking mine or me taking yours?"

It makes Daniel laugh, the Max-ness of it. Wanting to keep count, even right after sex, even while looking like he might want to go for round two, if the way he's been pushing closer and closer to Daniel is any indication.

"We can count this as a tie, babe," he says, squeezing Max's hip.

Max hums, then nods, seemingly satisfied.

"Okay," he agrees. He pushes up on one elbow, smiling down at Daniel. "I guess I will take your rimming virginity then."

And if Max is so set on getting one more point on the virginity list (which Daniel didn't even know they had), Daniel is very glad to let him have this one.

#yes i did number 4 and now number 11 i only have time on wednesday dont look at me #also i have just barely reread this so it might not make much sense or be full of typos i dont know #maxiel #my writing #winter warmers 2024

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