#and I fear he has a lot of ideas before following max

[lestappentrain]

Charles’ 146 way of trying to get his man’s attention: have the same profile pic on insta (they still don’t follow each other, might not work*)

*who are we kidding? Max noticed within 16 seconds of the change and even saw the first one that was not centered 😭😭

[disneyprincemuke]

midnights * mv1

since your breakup, max hadn’t thought of you. until he stumbled home by himself in the middle of the night.

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: honestly just heartbreak all around

notes: i started writing this when i found out my ex-boyfriend was dating someone new, and now here i am 💀 and i fear i am on my phone once more; i will credit the gif in the morning when i get to school

(next)

the lock clicks as max turns his key, the sound echoing in the eerily empty hallway behind him. he turns the knob and was greeted by his empty apartment.

max hasn’t been home in almost 2 weeks. the races and his media commitments, topped by other projects just made it so rare to find the time to come home. but that’s not the only reason he’s avoiding the confinements of these four walls.

he flips the switch in the entryway, slipping his shoes off. immediately, he notices the vast difference in the way his apartment looks — how strangely lifeless it feels.

he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is and it takes him a second to realise.

you’d emptied his apartment of your belongings.

the breakup happened in the 2 weeks he was away from home. it actually took place a night before his race. he’d grown tired of it too, the neverending misunderstandings and the fights.

so he let you walk away; you hopped on a flight back home.

he hasn’t exactly had the time to think about you since then. you’d only texted him once: two days ago to tell him that victoria will be the one with the cats until he comes back. he’d only replied with a simple ‘okay, thank you’.

he didn’t really know what to say either. he stared at your text message for 5 minutes before daniel called him over to start filming a promotional shoot. that was all he could come up with.

max walks further into the apartment you’d once shared. his eyes are darting all over the place, taking mental notes of spots that look different from the way he had left it.

the framed picture of you with the cats is gone, your magazines on the coffee table, the bowl of your collection of scrunchies as a ‘conversation-starter’ centrepiece — it’s all gone.

his apartment didn’t even feel like home. all of the things that made it feel like home just isn’t in here anymore.

max turns his body, taking a glance at the entryway. even your house slippers aren’t where they usually are. it’s as if you were never even here.

he takes a walk further in, glancing at the sofa. it seems so lifeless now without the teddy bear you brought in, and the blanket that you insisted was only for the living room.

he admits he misses the teddy bear. though, he was opposed to the idea at first, claiming that it’s taking up precious space that you could both be maximising together. it proved a lot more useful when he found himself hugging it when he’s on the sofa watching a show with you.

the remotes for all the appliances are no longer scattered over the furniture mysteriously. they are all lined up neatly on the edge of the coffee table, grouped accordingly. you hated arranging the console remotes for the simple fact that you were too lazy to reach forward an inch to start playing.

and it finally hits him, that in the moment of pride, and simply protecting his peace at the moment, he has now lost you.

for good, it seems.

max drops himself on the couch. he’s still looking around, desperately wishing that this was some cruel dream he’s in. he will wake up with you by his side, your hair in his face with his arm draped lazily around your body. he will wake up and you are still his, and he is yours.

he can only sigh. audbily, at the predicament he has found himself in. at the time, it didn’t occur to him to fight for you; to ask you to stay. he didn’t have it in him to ask you to find reason within yourself to change your mind.

then he hears a soft meow, followed by sounds of pitter patter against the floor of the apartment. before he knew it, the couch dips ever so slightly and then there’s jimmy climbing onto his lap to greet him.

then he hears actual footsteps, slippers dragging against the floor. he turns his head slightly, his one hand patting the feline’s head, and meets victoria’s eyes.

“max?”

“victoria.”

a set of lights by the windows are turned on, granting him a look at his younger sister. she’s standing by the door of the guest bedroom with a jacket hanging loosely around her shoulders.

she has a frown on her face, and a look that screamed she didn’t know what to say to him.

and then his heart breaks. instead of walking through those apartment doors hand in hand with you, giggling from the high you’d get from the bar in his private jet, he is sitting her all by himself. met by his younger sister, who would be gone by morning to go back to her family.

max can only smile sadly at her. he shrugs. “we broke up.”

“i know,” she answers softly, nodding understandingly. she approaches him cautiously with her arms slightly held up. “i’m sorry.”

“me too.”

max scrambles from his position and gladly takes in the hug that she’s offered him. he suddenly feels so small, his heart aching in his chest and his throat closing up. he feels the tears in his eyes as he hugs his younger sister slightly tighter.

she rubs her back up and down, hugging him even tighter when she feels his chest stagger slightly. now he’s sniffling and hands are moving up to his face to wipe the tears falling from his eyes.

“give it time,” victoria whispers, swaying slightly in an attempt to comfort the driver. “i promise everything will fall back into place. slowly, but surely.”

max sighs deeply. “i don’t know why i didn’t stop her from walking away.”

she pulls away from the hug, then tugs his hands towards the couch when he chases her embrace. she leans back, pulling max in for a tighter — and slightly more comfortable — hug.

“i know it sucks now,” she rests her cheek on the top of his head, squeezing his shoulder empathetically. “but let things sort itself out. it will be okay.”

there, in his sister’s arms, he cried for the first time since your breakup. he had been so busy that he hadn’t been able to process the whole situation at all.

the way you had shot daggers at him through your eyes that night, how he snapped at you when he noticed and how the fight had erupted from something barely of significance.

it was just over a cup of coffee — how you had made it with 2 sugars instead of 3.

from there, the topics of contention had evolved into something bigger. in the haze of both of your anger, past arguments were brought up and new ones were created just in that night.

then both of you grew tired. you ended up next to him on the couch of his driver’s room in silence. and you said, “i can’t do this anymore, max.”

and he had said to you, “i’m tired.”

but what he should’ve said was: “i’m sure we can find a way through this.”

but that’s not what he said to you. he stayed silent when you brought it up: “i think we need to break up.”

frankly, he didn’t really know what to say. at first, he was dumbfounded at what you said. never did he think, that when you first start dating, that a breakup would ever present itself.

max told himself, about 4 months into the relationship that there’s absolutely no way he’d end up with anybody else except you.

now, it seems he’s going to have to go through all of this by himself. start the whole thing all over again, unless something changes.

[landinrris]

do you have any carlando fic recs?

Do I have carlando fic recs? always. There's a somewhat recency bias to the individual recs, so if you're wanting a more comprehensive look, I would definitely utilize the resources above this "read more." But also the individual fics are 🥰

First off, I'm gonna humbly present my catalog 😅

I also have some authors (in no particular order) that I would recommend anything Carlando-related they've written: -Phebes (@phebess) -Pitmewithyourbeststop -Magnificentbirb (@magnificentbirb) -Charleslelurk (@charleslelurk) -Madlyiephasetwo -Tiredtiredsharl (@wolfiemcwolferson)

My general fic rec tag is a great place when I come across tumblr links/snippets (also contains other rec lists: x, xx)

My public bookmarks on Ao3 is also a good indication of my fave fics (because some things are between me and god)

I'll shove some individual fics (in no particular order) below the read more so I don't clog people's dashes

Someone Who Can Stand in Your Storm by The_in_between_honey (@the-in-between-honey) (Rating: M)

Like most drivers, Lando has always worn scent blockers - like, always. He’s not ashamed of being an omega, it's just not anyone else's business. Besides, who wants to get into the politics of alphas vs omegas vs betas in F1? He doesn't buy into any of that, just like he doesn't buy into the idea of a "soulmate." No one asks, and he doesn’t tell anyone. Not even Carlos.

I never knew I was looking for all of my tomorrows by Anonymous (Rating: E)

They’d joked about it sometimes, what it would be like if one of them were a girl, if they would cross that line they already tiptoed around. “Would you break up with your girlfriend for me?” Lando teased once, pushing it ever closer to the edge they teetered on. “Lando,” Carlos had said in that warning voice of his, but he hadn’t said no, and now there’s no girlfriend either…

Across The Never by ShankySpork (Rating: M *Rated with MCD but not permanent)

Benny Goodman once wrote a song, ‘Where Or When’. It goes as follows; “It seems we stood and talked like this, before//We looked at each other in the same way then, But I can’t remember where, or when//The cloths you are wearing, are the cloths you wore//The smile you are smiling, you were smiling then//But I can’t remember where, Or when//Some things that happened for the first time//Seem to be happening again//And so it seems//That we’ve met before//And laughed before//And loved before//But who knows//Where or When” And truly, nothing could summarize this story better.

you lit a fire (and left no mark) by slapshot (Rating: E)

Lando doesn’t really drink or do drugs. So when he collects his things and dresses himself and leaves the room, fighting back tears and muffling his sobs behind his hands, Lando remembers everything. ~*~ the carlando accompaniment to salad days.

Count-Back by nottonyharrison (Rating: E)

Lando’s career progression up to the age of nineteen can be summarised by one word: Hustle. Lando learned the fine art early on in her racing career. It’s not always been successful, sometimes it’s blown up in her face, and sometimes her smart mouth gets her in trouble. But, on balance, things have worked out pretty damn well. The one fly in the ointment now though, is her teammate. Carlos Sainz is a whole lot of things Lando’s not. He’s confident in an old-money, sophisticated sort of way. He’s intelligent and well spoken. He’s goddamn gorgeous. Most annoyingly, he’s better than she is.

i’ll race you for pinks by cazio (@chubbydino) (Rating: M)

Heist!AU. Carlos Sainz Jr. is heading a heist operation based out of New York, following his father’s footsteps as a criminal mastermind. Max Verstappen, the most feared mercenary in the business, is his second in command. Daniel Ricciardo is the deadly charmer that gets them whatever they need, from whoever they need it from. Lando Norris is the mystery. Carlos has never met him in person, but he knows Lando will be perfect for the job. But Lando is not exactly what Carlos envisioned a computer nerd to be. In fact, he is very, very hot.

 fall and fixture by heroics (@restacks) (Rating: E)

Lando’s already had a very poor time of it this morning. First there was no real milk in the break room refrigerator, so he had to put almond milk in his tea, disgusting. Then he caused a panic in the explosives lab by knocking over someone’s project. Now he’s faced with Carlos Sainz Jr., Foreign Operative #055.

If the Love is Pure by loveleclerc (@holacarlando) (Rating: E)

After being attacked in the middle of the night by an unknown Alpha, Lando flees to Spain for protection from the Sainz Pack while his fathers search for a way to keep him safe in England. He never asked to be a male Omega, a designation rare beyond belief and sought after by Alphas around the world, but fleeing into the care of Carlos Sainz Jr. may just be the solution to all of his fears… and dreams.

and all of my wildest dreams (they just end up with you and me) by choripan (@7msc) (Rating: E)

“What time did you go to sleep last night, cabrón?” The 7AM light hitting Carlos made his Disney Prince dark hair look like a halo, his features softer in the morning. He was frowning a little bit, but in a way that made him look worried instead of angry. “Uhhhhhhhh…” “Landooooooo…” OR: the one where Lando is slowly girlrotting away and Carlos just wants to help.

i love you forever, not maybe (you’re my one true love) by mtchmrnr (Rated: E) 

Lando is starting to suspect that off-camera, he’s quite the soft and gentle guy. What did he say once in an interview? He protects love? I’d love to be protected, Lando thinks. or: the one where Lando is a student, Carlos is a F1 driver, and they go through a lot before they get their happy ending

[bones4thecats]

Hiii omg could u write these tokrev hcs for chifuyu, smiley, mitsuya and angry catching the eye of a fem reader during the valhalla vs toman fight? She's there as a spectator with some of her subordinates (also something you don't have to necessarily add: she is tall and elegant, like a rose amongst thorns;)

Catching the Attention of Valhalla! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Character: Chifuyu Matsuno, Nahoya Kawata, Takashi Mitsuya, and Souya Kawata Name: Catching the Attention of Valhalla! S/O Requester: Anonymous

A/N: Not me listening to hot edit audios while writing this :p

P.S: These are shorter than my normal pieces, my ideas are just super low right now

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💘 Chifuyu did not want to see his friends being beaten, but he had no choice, these members of Valhalla are so brutal with their beatings

💘 When he finally knocked one member down, he heard a wolf-whistle and looked behind him to see a small, yet decently sized group of Valhalla members

💘 But the member highest up caught his attention the most, it was you...

💘 Your eyes were trained upon the male, never loosing contact, you were very shameless when it came to your interests. To the point where your followers were kind of uncomfortable underneath your stare

" Well Boss, whatcha think of that little runt? "

💘 You blinked slowly, analyzing the guy standing there and dodging the many fists of your subordinates being thrown at him

" He'd be a good addition to our forces. But- " " Ha! I doubt he'll even try joining our ranks, damn Toman loyalty. " " Let me finish. "

💘 Your right-hand froze in fear as you grabbed their hair and pulled them back, smashing their head against one of the many car hoods

" S-sorry, Boss. " " BUT. The way that he has been around their rankings, despite Baji joining our side is quite alarming. After all, many trade sides with those they deem worthy, or close. "

💘 Chifuyu was by far one of the most interesting members of Toman, you'd have to keep an eye on the male from now on

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☀️ As a high-ranking member of Valhalla, you were forced into observing the match between the gangs Toman and Valhalla

☀️ You just sat there with a small majority of your group, only sending those out if needed

☀️ It was during your many gazes across the large battle where you saw a large puff of orange hair with a bright smile washing around, whooping the asses of your followers

☀️ Your right-hand looked back at you and flinched before asking;

" Uh... Boss? Are ya' alright? " " Yes, why? " " You just seem upset. " " Why wouldn't I be? That orange-haired one is sending my members to hell with his minor punches! " " I'll go down and teach him a lesson! " " Sit your ass down, Haruto. "

☀️ This guy was proving to be a problem, if you kept losing your members, Valhalla would be in deep shit, as your's were by far some of the strongest fighters in the gang

☀️ The guy, whom you learned by a fallen comrade was nicknamed 'Smiley', due to his smile he always wore, even during fights

" Smiley? Oh! That guy! His real name's Nahoya Kawata, the twin brother to Souya, y'know that blue-haired boy that would come into my store a lot growing up. " " Hm. Interesting, I must keep an eye on this Nahoya from now on. We mustn't have him interfere with any future plans. "

☀️ Maybe if you could motivate him enough, you could put this guy to his max potential...

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🪡 You had heard many stories about the short-purple-haired fighter from Toman from your old allies Baji and Kazutora

🪡 And all of those stories ended in how much he stood out against other members of Toman, since he had a love for sewing and being quite calm

🪡 At the moment, you were thinking about those stories while searching for the young male that the two men had spoke of on multiple occasions, only stopping once you saw him

🪡 You narrowed your eyes in interest, he did seem to be a good fighter like they said

" Boss? Who are ya' watching over? Kazutora? " " I think they're watching over Baji. " " Shut it you two, Y/N doesn't have to explain their-self to your low-life selves. "

🪡 Rolling your eyes at your followers actions, you saw how this Mitsuya had looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows, he obviously was frustrated at the fact that you just watched this bloodshed without a care in the world

🪡 As he began to focus back on the oncoming members of Valhalla, you turned to look at your most informational follower and called his name

" Find as much information as you can on Mitsuya Takashi. And deliver it all to me as soon as possible. " " Why him? He's a pathetic fighter compared to other members of Toman- " " Just do it. " " Yes, Boss... "

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💢 God, your followers were getting more and more pathetic

💢 Every time you sent out one, they would get tossed off to the side by a member of Toman like a baby tossing around a ragdoll

💢 It was starting to piss you off...

" Y/N? I think we need to send out another round of fighters. " " Then do it. " " 18 through 28, deploy! "

💢 Watching them carefully, you noticed they had gone straight to hitting and kicking without remorse, didn't you teach them how to use their brains and not just their fists?

💢 It was during your overview of those meatheads that you saw a matching pair of hair, one orange and one blue poke out from the mass of blacks and yellows

" Souya and Nahoya? " " You know those two? " " Uh, yeah. They were my old classmates in elementary before I dropped out a few months into middle school. "

💢 Your third ally looked at you in confusion as you narrowed your eyes at the younger Kawata boy and smirked; he would be a good addition to your main squad

" Boss? What are you thinking? " " Nothing. Send out the next battalion, they need as much help as they can get. " " Understood. "

[stevie-petey]

HIHIHIHII can i please request a blurb where bug jon steve and nancy have a sleepover or having fun together? and maybe the kids can be included?

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND UR WORK UGH MAKES ME WANNA CRY 😭🎀

of course ! n thank you for the compliment omg

enjoy <3

"dude, what if jonathan had become your brother or something?" mike asks dustin with disgust in his voice as he watches you and jonathan help arrange the picnic blanket. nancy helps steve with the platters of food you had so carefully prepared. it's the first day of spring and youd been adamant that you, all the teens, and the party have a small picnic in the park to get some fresh air.

"dude!" dustin hits his shoulder, entirely unamused. "dont remind me about that, it was a close call."

"at least he isnt dating your sister now." mike groans.

max slides next to him on the park bench. "who is dating who again?"

"nancy is with jonathan and y/n has some weird thing with steve going on." lucas explains, but even he doesnt quite understand a lot of it still, and he frowns. "although, for a while there we thought jonathan and y/n would get married while nancy was with steve."

"they were not going to get married." dustin shrieks, absolutely horrified by that idea.

"im confused." now max is the one that frowns. "so jonathan and y/n werent dating?"

"yes." dustin and mike say, while lucas and will say, "no."

"that wasnt an answer." el points out, slightly confused yet content to listen to the conversation.

maxs frown deepens, now completely confused about the relationships between all the teens. "none of you are helping."

suddenly you appear, steve following close behind, and you flick dustins ear. "if you guys are done gossiping about our love lives, im about to lay the cake out."

"ow!" your brother rubs his now sore ear. "whyd you flick me?"

"you were the closest." you shrug at him before glancing at max. "and to answer your question: no, i never dated jonathan."

"allegedly," steve whispers, winking at the kids, which causes them to laugh. when you turn to glare at him, he quickly shuts his mouth and gulps. "sorry?"

you roll your eyes at him and point towards the cake still in his car. "grab the dessert before i throw something at you."

"yes maam," he sighs, ducking his head down as he hurries over to the car to retrieve the cake.

the kids laugh again, this time at steves expense, and nancy and jonathan now join. when notice the laughter, nancy looks around and tries to understand what shes missed. "did something happen?"

dustin opens his mouth, but you quickly cover it in fear of what he may say. "nope, nothing. now, lets all just grab our food-"

a scream, followed by a thud of two bodies colliding, interrupts you.

everyone turns towards the source of the sound and find steve and jonathan, covered in cake, sprawled on the ground.

immediately the kids lose their minds laughing, dustin practically falls off of the bench as he hunches over in laughter. meanwhile, you and nancy rush over to the teens in concern yet slight amusement.

you stand over steve and jonathan, a smirk on your face. they look so fucking pathetic covered in cake. "now, boys. what did your mothers say about playing with your food?"

"not funny," jonathan grumbles, wiping cream out of his eyes before angrily pointing at steve. "someone decided to trip over a tree branch and take the other down with him."

"was it you?" nancy asks innocently, a glint in her eyes. you giggle at her quip while jonathan closes his eyes and sighs.

steve gives everyone a thumbs up, though its hard to tell due to his finger covered in a thick layer of cake. he sees this, thinks for a moment, and then brings his thumb to his mouth. "mmm, not bad, y/n. this a new recipe?"

you and nancy groan in unison while the kids all look at one another in varying states of disbelief. mike looks disappointed, dustin is ashamed, el is still giggling, and lucas just puts his face in his hands.

"seriously, im expected to believe that y/n saw something in those two?" max says out loud to no one in particular.

"nancy, too." mike sighs, now even more disappointed.

dustin drops his head down onto the picnic table and sighs as well. "i dont wanna talk about it."

[getlancered]

Okay guys whos ready who is locked in for one of 3 ace attorney turnabout bigtop rewrite ideas. if u guys are hyped for this i will drop the rewrite 7 years in the past where diego is the defense lawyer 🔥 OK LOCK IN

BULLET POINTS FOR LAZY PEOPLE AT THE BOTTOM

i wrote a lot. read it if you love me. also no read more because i hate you read it

rudinn’s painfully detailed rewrite of ace attorney JFA case 3 turnabout bigtop

so. this may be a little all over the place?! because ive never put it in coherent order i just spontaneously get new ideas and add onto it. maybe i should actually tell u guys about the entire rewrite of the original circus tragedy! yes that sounds like a good idea.

june-ish, 2017

it’s supposed to be like 6 months prior to the murder right

i made the idea of failed equipment... essentially russell decides to teach regina how the equipment is hooked up and taken down so she can do it herself when she ideally runs the circus one day. and before a very rushed show where everything is out of order regina decides to be helpful and hook the net up herself! she does it improperly but there isn’t really time to do anything about it befire the show starts. russell insists acro cant perform without a whole functioning net but he trusts his skills and theyve never actually had to put it to use becuase acro and bat are just that talented!

acro, mid performance, many feet in the air misses a catch. instead of falling to his death bat essentially dives down to act like his net and break his fall. they hit the ground, bat dies on impact, acro is permanently paralyzed.

regina doesnt ever see whats happening because ben shields her and himself from watching the fall, which leaves the crowd and moe to watch the death happen in very real time. he never recovers, the incident marks him with CPTSD and he will shut down at any mention of the accident.

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after moe breaks down on stage, the berry big circus holds a final performance before a long overdue break to give everyone time to process.

when they resumes performance, russell decides to hire max galactica as the brand new star of the show! he takes a liking to the anxious and unassuming benjamin woodman and is extremely curious about the person he is behind the persona of trilo. being the first person in the circus to take a liking to him as a person and not the crutch to his crippling anxiety, trilo quist, they quickly grow close over the 6 months following.

december 26th, 2017

russell berry is traveling solo for a networking event, and is extremely nervous about leaving the circus in moe’s hands. moe is extremely clumsy and immature. he’s not at all confident in moe’s ability to fire a gun (you know, in the canon game where he shoots a lion? i’m keeping that.) this fear is reinforced during a game of darts between the two of them, where moe rips a hole in the circus tent in an attempt at reassuring russell of his impeccable aim.

russell decides to teach his dear friend how to fire a handgun. and because russell has never fired while wearing gloves, he’s hesitant to let moe try it, so they practice without gloves on. (because how else would the defendant’s fingerprints be on the gun, silly?)

a few hours later…

6 months after his brother’s violent death and acro’s permanent disability by his own misjudgement, he can’t live with himself. he takes russell’s gun from his office up to his room, places a suicide note on his bed, and—

regina berry walks in.

there’s nothing she can do but ask why. having been spared the details and the moment of the death thanks to ben, she doesn’t understand. so acro explains it to her. they have a very heartfelt conversation clearing up a lot of resentment, and they begin their steps together to mending their relationship and acro’s mental health. regina takes his suicide note from his room because he doesn’t need it. she, ultimately, decides to keep it as the first harsh reality she’s had to face and as a milestone for acro getting better.

december 27th, 2017.

uh oh.

by now, the entire circus tent is well aware of maximillian galactica and his anger issues. it’s smart to let him win any disagreement out of fear of it turning into a heated argument.

russell berry laments to moe about this in his office, shortly before the murder. he’s nervous about leaving the circus when he tends to be the mediatior. (mostly between moe and max.) moe tells him, ever so gracefully, that it is russell’s circus and he should fucking act like it, and to please put max in his goddamn place already. aka, talk to him about it. russell, who is notoriously bad at confrontation, decides to go and finally have a long overdue chat with max, who is still in the dinner hall. so he leaves moe in his office to go and do just that. (chronologically, this translates to this scene, but like. with moe instead of max. i havent gotten around to redrawing it...)

meanwhile…

everybody in the circus treats acro and his disability like a forbidden topic, and max is sick of it! all he has for some damn context around here is a picture of the scene in action, which is supposedly in a tabloid somewhere. he’s not satisfied with this, so he decides to go straight to the source and demand that someone finally tell him what the hell happened to this shitshow of a circus.

acro, of course, attempts to calmly turn him down, but max refuses to take no for an answer. when acro gets defensive, their argument turns heated.

you all know this scene well as ben and max’s argument. however, instead, max breaks the bottle over acro’s head. he immediately goes limp, blood spilling down his split forehead a-la turnabout trump.

max fucking panics. he takes his obnoxious hat and uses it to cover acro’s wound, and then wheels the dead man straight to benjamin woodman in absolute hysterics over what to do.

ben proposes the idea of faking acro’s suicide, citing that he was already suicidal and that way no one goes to jail! max has no reason to deny it. so ben tells max to retrieve russell’s gun, a pen, and a piece of paper while ben takes acro’s body upstairs to his room.

at the same time max is heading out to retrieve the items, russell has finally gotten around to speaking to max after procrastinating with a few chores regarding regina’s animals. he walks into the dining hall to see a small pool of blood on the ground, a broken glass bottle, and no max.

what’s it like to be a murderer?

well, when you’re max galactica and moe is asleep at the desk in russell’s office? pretty easy after a quick heart attack. there’s papers on top of russell’s desk, though. looks like someone’s been snooping. he takes the items he needs, remaining undetected, and then meets ben in acro’s room.

ben creates the forged note while max removes acro’s headpiece and drapes his hair in a way that conceals the wound. he then attempts to work up the courage to shoot acro in the temple with russell’s gun. after some more hysterics from max trying to hold a gun, ben decides to do it on his own. while wearing max’s gloves of course, he’s not stupid.

he might actually be stupid though, because he later ends up leaving his beloved trilo quist behind. oops! ben and max carefully lay acro on the bed and leave their victimless crime behind. it’s better this way, isn’t it? now nobody has to be arrested.

not unless your name is moe and your life sucks!

upon waking up hours later, still very russell-less, moe decides to check in on acro because it seems long overdue given how late into the night it’s gotten. he opens the door to see acro lying dead in his bed, and he breaks.

he holds acro close for a long long time. he just holds acro and cries. when he’s too tired to cry anymore, he sits on the floor at the foot of acro’s bed, head to his knees in a state of shock. and he remains that way even when russell finds the two of them, even when russell attempts to shake him out of shock. even as police cars pull up and whisk him away from the scene of the crime.

at first, nothing is out of the ordinary. acro died by suicide, he left the note. regina is sobbing, insisting that he would never, but as a young girl who has never had to deal with grief to such a degree before, her cries aren’t taken to heart.

not until they discover the real cause of death, and a moe’s fingerprints on the gun.

gumshoe takes moe in handcuffs, attempting to calm the panicking clown under the guise of “asking a few questions.” when he lets the fingerprints slip, moe calls to russell to tell them what’s actually going on and to clear up the horrible misunderstanding!

russell does not. he stares in somewhat of a trance at the ordeal unfolding in-front of him. being a man who cannot act without a prior plan of what exactly to do, he isnt sure what to say to make sure moe isn’t incriminated further. so he says nothing, and moe is taken to the detention center.

umm the rest of this is. a little vague? i havent worked out the trials or investigation sequences yet.

i do plan for this little rewrite of mine to, one day, be a playable thing! i am so passionate about this case that i want people to see it through a new light and love it like i do.

i will give you all the unstructured rundown of my ideas further, including my evidence list, some fun little dialogue snippets, potential sprites i’d be drawing, and a couple of random ideas for what could happen during the playable bit of the game.

evidence list!

basically just everything phoenix will find/have on him throughout the case. sorted by room and in order of discovery. sort of. subject to change…

misc/given:

Attorney’s Badge - It’s my all-important badge. It shows that I am a defense attorney.

Maya’s Magatama - Slightly translucent. It radiates softly with a mysterious light.

Crime Photo - A picture of the crime scene. (recieved from detective gumshoe)

Moe’s Gloves - They’re covered in blood. Supposedly, because he was holding the body. (recieved from moe)

Incident Photo - A picture of Acro mid-air. (recieved from max)

Newspaper Clipping 1 - Acrobat Sean Dingling falls to his death. (recieved from russell)

Acro’s Autopsy Report - Time of death: 8:30 PM. Cause: Sharp force trauma to the forehead. (presented by detective gumshoe)

Pistol - Belongs to Russell. Two shots fired. Bears Acro’s and Moe’s fingerprints. (presented by detective gumshoe)

Broken Glass Bottle - The murder weapon. Found in the cafeteria trashcan covered in blood. (presented by franziska)

Newspaper Clipping 2 - Berry Big Circus closing it’s doors for the foreseeable future to watch the health of their performers. (presented by franziska)

ringmaster’s room:

Max G. Promo Poster - Covered in sparkles. His stage makeup is certainly flashy.

The Flying Dingling-Berries Promo Poster - It’s color is faded from years in the spotlight.

Letter of Resignation - An unsigned letter detailing someone’s desire to move on to better employment opportunities.

big top:

Torn Circus Tent - A large hole torn in the main tent of the Big Top. Not far below a hanging dart board.

Acrobat’s Net - A tightly-strung net for the acrobat’s performance.

cafeteria:

Bloody Footprints - Despite having seemingly no origin, a short trail of footprints lead from the cafeteria to the Ringmaster’s Room.

moe’s room:

Sentimental Photo - A framed photo of a young Acro and Bat with Moe wrapping his arms around them.

regina’s room:

Suicide Note 2 - Hidden in Regina’s drawer. Acro will never be able to put the accident behind him, but he doesn’t want to keep the circus in the past with him.

acro’s room:

Suicide Note 1 - Left on Acro’s nightstand. Acro can’t live with himself knowing Bat died because of him.

Trilo Quist - A ventriloquist's puppet. An operatic tenor who doubles as Ben's sidekick.

Headband - A golden headband with red gems. There’s traces of blood on it.

ben’s room:

Silk Hat - Made-to-order fedora that is a symbol of Max's fabulousness. There’s blood on the inside of the hat.

White Gloves - Pristine white gloves with a bit of sparkle. Also, traces of gunpowder.

WHEW. Done

some things i cooked up regarding evidence pieces…

Incident Photo - A picture of Acro mid-air. (recieved from max)

when interrogating max and presenting the acrobat’s promo poster to him, you get this line of dialogue.

Max: Oh, hmm…They were fabulous, I’ve heard. And believe me, I’ve heard very little. They’re something of a touchy subject.

Max: When I asked why, Ben gave me this photo and told me to never bring it up again.

Max: Apparently it was rather the scandal! They had to close temporarily until I came along, of course~

max gives you the incident photo, which you then show to the members of the circus. phoenix learns from regina and russell that, aside from acro, moe took the incident the hardest. russell also gives you the first newspaper clipping.

when you show this photo to moe in the detention center, he freezes up and puts up psyche-locks. i haven’t done much with those yet, though.

The Flying Dingling-Berries Promo Poster - It’s color is faded from years in the spotlight.

when you show this to moe, he absolutely loses it laughing. that’s it. just a stupid bit about how absolutely awful their name is. he cracks the expected jokes.

Newspaper Clipping 2 - Berry Big Circus closing it’s doors for the foreseeable future to watch the health of their performers. (presented by franziska)

franziska, at some point in the trial while moe is on the stand, attempts to make a case against him and how he’s mentally unstable using the clipping being about his breakdown on the stage. she also brings up his severe depression he experienced for some time after the accident, his unnatural behavior upon finding the body/his response to fear, and his tendency to severely dissasociate any time the accident is brought up.

Letter of Resignation - An unsigned letter detailing someone’s desire to move on to better employment opportunities.

various reaction dialogue snippets incoming

Moe: Me? Quit? HAHAH! Yeah right, Wright! I think Russ would feed me to the lions if I even tried. Ha. Haha…

Moe: …I’ve got no reason to, anyhow. They’re like my family.

Moe: Give it to Max. I’ve always hoped its his. The whole circus would be better off if an attitude like his would magically disappear!

——

Max: Oh, darling, this circus wouldn’t run the same without me! I bring a fabulous sparkle that’s impossible to replace~

Max: Not to mention a fabulously packed audience. I make the circus all of it’s money, sweetie.

Max: Not a soul on this earth could resist the talent that is Maximilian Galactica!

Max: Hmm…Don’t let word slip, now, but Ben might know a thing or two. He’s been having a few…struggles, lately.

——

Trilo: Max and his big mouth…! He’s a huge gossip! Him and his fancy agency…

Trilo: Those flamboyant douchebags are used to spilling all sort of secrets, I tell ya!

Ben: W-What—um, Trilo is try—trying to say—

Trilo: Spit it out! Ugh. It’s not his, and it sure ain’t mine! Ben’s a quitter, but not me, no siree.

Trilo: I hate these looney-tunes bunch of jokes, but the entertainment industry is all about CONNECTIONS! Max is like a goldmine! No way I’m leaving now.

Trilo: Ben and this Berry-Big-Joke are stuck with me!

Trilo: It’s Acro’s. Gotta be. I thought he was gonna kill himself, which…Oops! Awkward. But he must’ve—

Ben: Tr-Trilo…! Goodness! Don’t speak ill of th—the…of the…

Trilo: Dead?! It’s not “speaking ill” if it’s just the facts! Are you trying to silence me?! Your own partner?!

Ben: …

Trilo: Thought so.

Trilo: Yeah, not sure what happened! He probably tried to quit and then gave up and killed himself or something. Who knows!

Ben: M-my gosh…

it’s bens btw. he’s a liar.

brief playable section outlined? i dont have a lot of specifics…

opens with a playable bit from the POV of moe waking up in the ringmaster's room. he walks around the berry big circus in a bit of a daze. when he leaves to see a dark sky, he comments on how late it is and that he should probably go check on acro. you find the body and get a bit of an emotion snippet before it fades to black.

maya calls phoenix and tells him to look at the TV, apparently there's been a death at the berry big circus that they went to see the day prior and they should check it out.

moe isn't visible in the detention center. that is, until maya presses her face to the glass and sees moe sitting on the floor, pouting. he tells phoenix and maya, who he mistakes for max galactica paparazzi, to go away. you show him your attorney's badge and get a dialogue bit about him being abandoned by russell, and also not believing this is genuinely a murder and just a suicide. when you get through to him that he is under arrest for murder, he essentially begs phoenix to represent him. like usual, maya guilt trips him into it.

russell is in the bigtop circus tent. you question him about the hole, and he tells you about moe's terrible aim. you bring up a dialogue bit about "abandoning moe" and he tells you about the arrest. you can show him the acrobat/max promo posters after picking them up and get a bit about that too.

you chase ben around the circus for a bit before finding regina in the lodging house and learning that he doesn't talk to anyone unless he has trilo. you also talk to regina about the murder, she reinforces that this can’t be a suicide because acro would never do anything like this. not after all they talked about.

talk to gumshoe in acros room, discuss what he knows about the case and get respective evidence pieces from gumshoe. and also get trilo.

give trilo to ben, talk to him about the circus. also, talk about the supposed new star of the circus and how great he is. after showing max’s promo poster.

break into moe’s room. find his very sweet photo of acro and bat

trial one, gumshoe first as per usual. trial 2-1, brief testimony from moe about his alibi. cross examine regina about her conversation with acro. then, cross examine her about the gunshot she heard and the time she heard it. trial 2-2, cross examine russell about his alibi. prove that he isnt really telling the court everything he knows.

second investigative period, this is where it gets way less structured LOLOL. meet max formally for the first time, get the incident picture from him. investigate more about the incident.

show the picture to regina, she gives you testimony about the accident and moe. show the picture to russell, he gives you the newspaper clipping. show the picture to ben, he tells you about him giving it to max.

you can show moe’s sentimental picture to ben and get a bitter little dialogue bit! nothing fun, yet.

show the letter of resignation around. get the dialogue pieces i showed earlier. unlock some psyche locks from ben to find out that its his

break into reginas room. find acro’s not forged very real suicide note

break into bens room. find everything incriminating max galactica

show moe the newspaper clippings and unlock some psyche locks and he cries to you for a very very long time about the accident

more psyche locks from russell probably. argument between max and acro revealed and the rest of the shit he’s been hiding. man i dont know

trial 4-1, cross examine moe and his testimony some more. franziska calls him crazy for a while. put him to the side while you get a very brief max galactica testimony, then some stuff from ben. trial 4-2 ben openly breaks down on the stand about feeling unloved and left out by the circus and that max is the only person who gives a shit. cross examine max and find out about the argument with acro. max galactica murder breakdown. thats it? we win? max goes to jail?

HOLD IT BITCH. the stupid clown is not done. he starts begging phoenix not to ruin their circus, that max can’t be a murderer because he’s the star and acro must have killed himself. phoenix gives moe acro’s real suicide note and then he just cries on the stand for a while.

comfort moe some more outside of the courtroom, convince him that acro doesn’t hate him forever and that the circus will be okay.

the end 🔥

BULLET POINTS FOR LAZY PEOPLE HERE‼️

regina fucks up the net for the acrobat performance. no one does shit about it. acro and bat fall and die. onlt bat dies though actually

moe is FUCKED UP over it. breaks down on stage and the circus shuts down PTSD PARTAY

enter gayboy stage left he flirts with ben like no freakin tomorrow dude

russell has to leave for work because plot purposes and moe is fucking stupid. tears a hole in the tent trying to prove to russell that hes not fucking stupid

so russell teaches moe how to fire a gun incase he needs to Fire A Gun while russell is gone. gloves off duh silly his fingerprints gotta be on there somehow!

yeah when theyre done with that gun acro tries to KILL HIS FUCKIN SELF

regina finds him and cries. they makesies upsies and become best friends. so regina takes his suicide note

MAX GALACTIA IS A FUCKING CUNT. — russell berry to moe in his room. moe tells him to Man the fuck up snd talk to him

moe falls asleep when russell leaves lol

while they talk about this shit max galactica proceeds to be a fucking cunt by killing acro with a glass bottle because acro didnt wanna tell him about his tragic dead brother

max puts his hat on acro’s head to hide the gaping fucking wound. goes to his forbidden gay lover to ask what to do with a dead body?! the Normal Logical Thing of course; stage a suicide

russell procrastinated btw so when he goes to find max he finds blood instead

max finds stuff to forge a suicide note, and because he’s too much of a pussy to shoot acro himself ben does it for him. like a good boyfriend

moe wakes up like 5 hours later after a terrible nap and stumbles around the circus until he finds a Body

holds acro instead of calling the cops. sits on the floor instead of calling the cops

when russell finds them in the morning and calls the cops they arrest moe after like 2 seconds of realizing its not a suicide and this dumb bitchs fingerprints are on the gun

Russell doesnt do shit btw. lets it happen. like the loser he is.

im not bullet pointing the playable stuff this shit took fucking forever

THATS MY ABSOLUTELY DERANGED BIGTOP RANT. thanks for reading if you love me. PLEASE READ THIS AND ENJOY THIS CASE AS MUCH AS ME

[heretherebedork]

I am very interested in what BMF was saying today about asexuality versus insecurity about sex versus sex in a relationship.

We saw Kawi say he would be more than happy to simply hold hands in bed forever. We saw Max say that he has sex before he ever starts dating anyone. We saw Piseang's desire but also willingness to follow Kawi's lead.

Three different approaches to the idea of sexuality and sex in a relationship and none are right and none are wrong but we did end with the implication that Kawi agreed to sex with Piseang as something new after a day or rejecting new ideas and no discussion about his own thoughts on sex.

So... is this asexual erasure? Is the idea of this episode that Kawi was avoiding sex out of fear rather than a lack of desire?

There is no evidence either way for that. Because there is no singular way to be ace. Kawi doesn't have to be sex repulsed to be ace. Heck, he doesn't have to be ace. He might be demi and only discovering what sexual desire is because he's finally found that part of himself with Piseang.

It was interesting to have the entire conversation with Max revolve around sex and sexual desire and not include asexuality but I also understand it because this is a discussion a lot of BLs over the years have stayed away from entirely (see the blushing maiden trope via @absolutebl because it is a DOOZY, honestly) so is this about asexuality or is this about the idea that for certain people society has said that desire is wrong?

What kind of societal commentary are we exploring with Kawi's reluctance? IS this about asexuality or a fear of sexuality? Is this about how he doesn't want to have sex or about how his reluctance is shaped by society in a way he doesn't even see? Is this commentary on older BLs and their lack of examination of this reluctance?

There are so many facets to what this could be and could mean and I feel like we ending with Kawi agreeing to trying to try sex with Piseang is a very interesting choice that I both understand and am a bit reluctant about. Because what is this about? Kawi's reluctance because he's uninterested or because he's afraid in a way he can't articulate? Is the rollercoaster representing something new or something scary or something that he knows he doesn't like but can't fully articulate?

[felixravinstills]

Ravinstill Extended Family Lore: The Deaths of Gnaeus and Marius

For the uninformed, Marius and Gnaeus Ravinstill are (in my worldbuilding) Felix's two older cousins. Marius is the eldest surviving Ravinstill cousin and the heir presumptive.

I have for the longest time just handwaved their deaths as a part of a confusing mess that happened in the aftermath of Felix's death via Coriolanus orchestrated car crash, but I have recently been privately rotating them in my head:

I have always known that Coriolanus uses Felix's death to try and turn Marius and Gnaeus against each other.

After giving this some thought, I don't think it works against the Ravinstill cousins, but it does work on their supporters.

Marius' position as Ravinstill heir has always been tenuous in that Gnaeus has always been the better pick. There are a lot of people who would support Gnaeus if he wasn't himself supporting Marius.

I don't think it would take much to convince Marius' supporters that Gnaeus is a threat. The ones that are solely loyal to Marius and see Gnaeus as some encroaching relative who's bullying the Ravinstill heir

Maybe, Coriolanus helps them along with rumors and by slipping something into their communications, but there was always going to be suspicion

Marius and Gnaeus are probably dealing with their great-uncle's grief and their own (and an upcoming state funeral), but when a call comes saying that Gnaeus needs to meet with a few advisors about something, well, it doesn't raise that many questions, Gnaeus was always the one with a better head for politics

And it doesn't matter if Marius' supporters decide to call him themselves after the deed is done or if Marius gets impatient waiting to pick out what coffin they're putting their younger cousin in, he shows up to whatever office or home that Gnaeus has been called to either way (although I lean more towards the latter)

Marius is more impulsive than the average Ravinstill, but I think he's stunned into inaction by the dead body of the cousin that he tried to replace two brothers with. EDIT: Marius is presented with the sight of Gnaeus’ severed head

I think he leaves that night and retires home numb, but the next day, he jumps into action

And what does it say, that as the news breaks, he doesn't seem to contact his great-uncle?

I think Marius purges his own followers and then waits. I don't think he really knows what he's waiting for, but well, Gnaeus was always the better schemer. Marius just avenged his cousin, and he knows that Gnaeus had a lot of friends too. Marius has gotten rid of anyone who would want to protect him.

He's not in the right headspace, so I think Marius greets whoever comes for hims with a smile.

...

I wrote Pater Patriae before I fine-tuned this idea, so this isn't entirely intentional, but what does it say that Max doesn't know the exact details of what exactly transpired? He knows the same version of the story that the public hears: after the death of one grandnephews, the other two pointed fingers at one another and died. I hate that man (I love him and show it by destroying his life)

Fun fact: I was thinking that maybe Marius' supporters might bring him Gnaeus' head, but I don't think they're putting that much work in (to cut off a guy's head). This was to further the fact that this thought I've been rotating started off as a reference to Gnaeus' namesake Pompey (Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus) who sought asylum from Julius Caesar in Egypt and was then beheaded because the Egyptians feared him taking control and also sought to win Caesar's favor.

Anyway, I thought the killing someone for someone else's approval was enough of a reference. Beheading didn't fit Capitolites doing a semi-quiet little murder...

EDIT: I changed my mind. Canonically, (in my canon,) Gnaeus Ravinstill’s head gets cut off and presented to Marius.

I should make a death recap for my Ravinstill extended family. I think it would emphasize the tragedy and would be fun for me. Anyway, Marius and Gnaeus get a tag now! I used to just lump them in with the ravinstill extended family lore tag!

[ceruleanwind]

what i want, you've got (and it might be hard to handle)

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The Threesome Chapter.

Max’s proposition lingers in both brothers’ minds for weeks after the event.

To be fair, Max is the only person that truly knows about them now, the only one with some semblance of an idea of what the Leclerc brothers do with each other behind closed doors. Arthur and Charles tease each other about it, their cheeks flushing red once they really consider the offer. They could call Max up anytime they wanted and he’d rush to come over—and the thought of that excites Charles, if he’s honest. He wants Max to see what he and Arthur get up to.

During one of their weeks off racing—Charles and Arthur have to coordinate when they can see each other considering their busy schedules—they both wind up back home in Monaco, lounging in Charles’ apartment for the weekend. Arthur’s in Charles’ lap on the couch, watching a shitty movie on TV while they wait for their take-out to arrive.

“We should call him,” Charles says out of the blue, giggling when Arthur whips his head around to look at him in shock. “What? It’s been weeks! He’s probably losing hope!” Charles decisively reaches for his phone, anticipation already tingling under his skin. If he does this, there’s really no coming back now—but taking Max up on his offer has been on Charles’ mind ever since he proposed it, and it has certainly been the subject of many of his and Arthur’s fantasies in the weeks that followed.

He opens his text message conversation with Max and scrolls through his photo library to find the perfect picture. It’s an impossible decision—Charles thinks he has lots of winners—but eventually he settles on something rather tame that leaves the viewer wanting more: it’s a photo of Arthur all spread out on the bed underneath him, three of Charles’ fingers buried in his mouth as deep as they’ll go. Arthur’s drooling around them like some sort of slut, his cheeks flushed and hair messy where it’s splayed across the crisp white sheets. God. Even looking at it makes Charles’ cock twitch as he adds it to the message, along with a short line of text: you’re in Monaco this weekend, right? we don’t want you to miss out on this again . . .

Charles’ phone chimes nearly the moment he goes to set it aside. Heart racing in his chest, he picks it up, stomach twisting when he sees Max’s name pop up on the screen.

Fuck, Max had simply typed, no emojis attached. Is this you finally asking for a third?

Charles bites his bottom lip and shows Arthur the text, grinning with excitement. “God,” he whispers, giddy nervousness making his hands shake. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Arthur’s jaw drops for a moment before he giggles too, glancing between the phone and his big brother. Max was the one that proposed this whole thing, sure, but now that it’s a stark reality, his nervousness sweeps up over him, threatening to drown him.

Charles giggles again, cheeks flushing hot as he imagines Max coming over and having his way with the both of them like he insinuated he'd do. He types out yeah. you know where my place is before tossing his phone aside on the couch, wrapping his arms around Arthur instead. “Fuck, I have no idea what to expect,” he breathes, rather worked up with fear and anticipation. “Bébé, are you already getting hard? I didn’t know you liked Max that much.”

Arthur whines at being caught red-handed with a semi rising to attention in his shorts already. He squirms in Charles’ lap, embarrassed at the question. “It’s—it’s not that, Charlie, I just—” he cuts himself off with a grumble, cheeks flushing hot. As loathe to admit it as he is, the thought does excite him; Max is an exceedingly attractive man, clearly interested in his and Charles’ relationship, and eager to join in on what’s kept a secret solely between the two of them. Arthur can only dream about how big Max’s cock is, how he might use that aura of dominance he exudes to order him and Charles around like they’re both his little toys.

“Oh, you are,” Charles teases, his hand settling over the obvious bulge in his baby brother’s shorts. “Maybe we should have done this a long time ago. What are you thinking about, hmm? I’m dying to know.” He grins innocently up at Arthur, his gaze searching. He’d be lying if he said he himself hadn’t been thinking about Max getting involved far before he pitched the idea in the first place; Max is really fucking hot, after all, and Charles knows damn well a word out of Max’s mouth will get his knees weak.

Arthur’s hips involuntarily twitch into the heat of Charles’ palm, arousal beginning to rapidly pool in his lower stomach. “He’d tease us, I bet,” Arthur says, breathless as he imagines it. “He’d tell us how depraved we are, how we’re brothers and shouldn’t be touching each other like this.” He pauses to whine, panting as he ruts into Charles’ hand. “And—his cock, Charlie, fuck—can’t stop thinking about it. Want him to order us around.”

Charles giggles as Arthur goes on and on about what he’s been thinking about. "He’s so confident, and hot, and—fuck, petit, how big do you think his dick is?" Charles bites his bottom lip again, eyes blown wide with lust and excitement. Every minute spent waiting for Max to arrive feels like an eternity, but Charles mitigates the anticipation by leaning forward to kiss Arthur, all slow and hot like how they make out when they have all the time in the world.

Arthur grins, gesturing out with his hands, spreading them almost a foot apart, giggling as he does so. “He’s probably so fucking big,” he murmurs against Charles’ lips before leaning into his kisses, continuing to rut into the addictive heat of Charles’ palm. God, it feels dirty to be talking about one of their colleagues like this, but all the shame in the world instantly evaporates once the fact sinks in that Max is on his way over right now. To have his way with the both of them.

“You wish,” Charles teases between kisses, his hands sliding up underneath Arthur's shirt, feeling along his baby brother’s pretty pale skin. Arthur is already so warm and easy and wanting, letting Charles press his tongue to his without a second thought. He obliges Arthur just a little, squeezing at his hard cock through his shorts and palming at him as he ruts into his lap. Arthur always makes the prettiest noises like this—high-pitched whimpers and whines—and Charles swallows them all greedily, every single one of them going straight to his cock.

Just as Charles is beginning to relax into it, getting a rhythm going, thumbs grazing against Arthur’s hardening nipples, a firm knock at the door makes him gasp. Max.

Charles pulls away, wide-eyed, his lips spit-soaked and kissed-out. He gently nudges Arthur off his lap so he can go get the door, nervousness twisting at his stomach as he goes.

“Hey,” Max says once the door opens. He’s dressed in a tight white shirt, the curve of his pecs and waist prominent through the cotton, and a pair of equally tight jeans. His eyes narrow when he lays eyes on Charles, then his gaze flits behind him to Arthur on the couch, both brothers looking dishevelled, and he smiles. “Don’t tell me you started without me.”

Arthur crosses his legs on the couch, tugging his shirt up over his obvious erection. God, he already feels fucking dumb in Max’s presence and Max has only said one sentence out loud. “It was Charles’ idea,” he quips, his smile bratty and teasing as he points with his thumb to his older brother. He’ll never pass up an opportunity to push Charles’ buttons.

Charles stands aside to let Max in, cheeks already flushing hot with embarrassment. Seriously, Max is just standing here and he’s already ready to melt into a fucking puddle. It’s downright humiliating and Charles finds himself liking it.

“Oh, really?” Max asks, laughing softly as his gaze flits from Charles to Arthur and then back to Charles. “I don’t think so. I can see that, Arthur.” He shifts his gaze, glancing pointedly at the hard-on tenting Arthur’s shorts, then reaches to take hold of Charles’ bicep, firmly guiding him back over to the couch. “You two are gonna keep doing what you were doing before I got here, and I’m going to watch.” Max sits himself down on the couch on the other end from Arthur and crosses his arms in front of his built chest, looking at them both expectantly.

Arthur’s lips part in a mixture of shock and embarrassment, his cock twitching underneath Max’s gaze. With Max looking at him like this, he feels more exposed than he does when he’s naked; it’s intoxicating how easily Max can take control of the situation, order the two of them about as if it’s second nature to him.

Charles obeys Max so eagerly, as if he’s always meant to. He wastes no time in sinking back into the couch cushions, manhandling his baby brother into his lap and feeling the line of Arthur’s cock hard against his thigh. He takes Arthur’s face between his hands and kisses him again, a hot, open-mouthed affair, tongues pressing hurriedly against one another.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Max says, voice low and rumbly from the other side of the couch, his smile audible. “I suspected you two had something going on, you know. It’s not normal to see two brothers touching each other the way you do.” He takes in a deep breath of air, then lets it out in a sigh. “Charles, touch your little brother a little, won’t you? Look at him—he’s practically gagging for it.”

Not even breaking the kiss to question Max, Charles slips one hand below Arthur’s waistband and teases at his cock over the thin material of his boxers. Arthur’s already a little wet, pre-come drooling from the tip of his cock, and it only spurs Charles on, dragging his thumb over the wet spot on the fabric.

“Charlie,” Arthur whines between kisses, his hips twitching into Charles’ touch. The slow drag of Charles’ thumb across the tip of his cock is so deliciously stimulating and it makes Arthur arch his back, cheeks flushing a pretty embarrassed pink. It’s one thing to do this with Charles behind closed doors where no one can see, their secret safe with each other, but with Max watching, Arthur feels something dark and feral gnaw at his stomach. He can’t stop thinking about the way Max talks to them, tells them what they’re doing is wrong; simply listening to him and letting the words sink in makes Arthur needy to come despite having only just started.

Max laughs, so deep and hot and thoroughly infuriating. “Is he always like this, Charles?” he asks, although he isn’t exactly expecting a reply. “Look at him. Look at how desperate he is for you. Or maybe he’s just putting on a show for me?” Max watches them for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek as he debates pushing further. He does. “That must be it. You two wanted me to watch, tell you how wrong this is. Is that it?”

Charles whimpers, wholly humiliated by how Max sees right through them. He breaks the kiss for a moment, hand still working at the front of Arthur’s wet boxers. “He—he is,” he says, voice shaking with it. He can’t stop thinking about how Max talks about Arthur like he’s not even there. “You should see how he begs for me, Max.”

Five minutes into this fucked up scene and Arthur thinks he might die from the way Max and Charles talk about him like he’s nothing but their little toy, their slut who deserves no input. He moans, hips shifting forward to seek out more friction from Charles’ warm palm, his cock fucking aching in his wet boxers. If there’s one thing Arthur can do well in this world, it’s beg, and he does just that, giving Charles his biggest, glassiest eyes and pursing his lips in a pout. “More, Charlie, please,” he breathes, feeling Max’s gaze burn into his back. “Please. Need you so bad it hurts.”

Charles turns his head to look at Max, smiling as if to say, see? and not letting up on how he’s teasing at Arthur’s cock.

Max smiles sweetly right back, splaying his thighs just the tiniest bit apart where he’s sitting on the couch. Without any hesitation, Charles’ eyes fly to Max’s crotch, where his cock is just beginning to perk up in his jeans. “You're right, Charles, he does beg so nicely,” he says, glowing with approval. He watches them for a few more long moments, then looks at Charles strangely. “So . . . aren’t you going to do what he’s begging you for? Come on. Let’s put that pretty mouth to use. I bet he’ll cry once you get your mouth on his needy cock.”

Arthur downright whimpers at the suggestion, hips thrusting wildly into Charles’ hand. “Please, Charlie, need your mouth so bad,” he begs, frustrated tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He feels perpetually teased by both Charles and Max in this moment, aching to finally get some long-needed relief. Arthur shifts his frantic gaze to Max, and somehow it’s just as easy to beg Max as it is to beg his older brother. “Make him hurry up, Max, please, I can’t wait anymore,” he breathes, dragging out the last word in a whine. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this turned-on in his life; Max being right here, watching their every move with those calculating blue eyes has Arthur feeling deliciously on-edge. Why hadn’t he and Charles done this sooner?

“Oh,” Max says, laughing again and resting the palm of one big hand over the bulge forming in his jeans, “he’s got a bit of a mouth on him, too, huh?” Even though Arthur is speaking directly to him, he can’t help but keep treating Arthur as if he’s nothing but a toy. “You heard him, Charles. Hurry up now. I don’t like to be kept waiting, especially if it’s two pretty things like you.”

Charles nods, immediately obeying, and lifts Arthur off his lap long enough to slide off the couch and onto his knees. It’s easy for him to undo Arthur’s shorts and slide them off him—it’s a dance they’ve done a thousand times before—but doing all this under Max’s watchful eye is so much more embarrassing. “Don't worry, bébé,” he breathes, finally talking directly to Arthur now, “I’ve got you, okay?” He pulls back Arthur's boxers, letting his flushed, leaking cock spring free, and wastes no time in getting his mouth on it, letting the head sit upon his tongue.

Arthur can’t help but babble the moment Charles gets his cock in his mouth. “Thank you, Charlie, thank you, fuck, you’re so good to me, so so good,” he whines, his hands flying to grab at Charles’ hair. Charles’ mouth feels downright heavenly around his cock and it takes all of Arthur’s self-control not to fuck into it like an animal in heat, chasing that delicious hot wet friction against his aching cock.

Max greedily takes in the sight, watches as Charles takes his baby brother’s cock into his mouth. “That’s perfect,” he murmurs, the praise soft as he finally makes eye contact with Arthur, talking right to him now. “Tell him what a good job he’s doing. Isn’t he such a perfect older brother? Look at me, Arthur.” Max’s gaze is intense, so casually dominant. “Tell me. Were you thinking about this as much as I was? Did you want me to watch your brother fuck you?”

Charles whimpers around Arthur’s cock as he hears Max and Arthur talking about him like he’s the toy now. With a cock in his mouth, all he can do is focus on making Arthur feel good, dragging his hot tongue up the length of it and teasing at the slit before dipping back down. Max’s praise sends wave after wave of heat to his already throbbing cock and it’s infuriating.

God, Arthur doesn’t think it’s ever been this difficult to look at Max—but to be fair, he hadn’t ever had to talk to Max while his big brother was sucking him off. “Fuck—yes, yes, I was, Max. Couldn’t stop thinking about it since you found us. Want you to watch him fuck me—ah, please. See me all spread out on my big brother’s cock.” The words feel filthy as they tumble from Arthur’s mouth, but like this, with his orgasm rapidly approaching, he can’t bring himself to care. His voice pitches up as he obeys Max and whines to Charles, “Feels so good, Charlie, fuck, can’t get enough of your mouth. So good to me, so good, please make me come, ah—love you so much . . .”

Max stares at him, silent for a few long moments. “Good,” he says, grinning, then nods to how Arthur’s thighs tremble with the beginnings of an orgasm. “Stop, Charles.” The command comes out soft yet firm, easily dominant just like the rest of him. “We can’t have him coming yet. That wouldn’t be very much fun.”

Charles pulls off Arthur’s cock with a wet pop, his lips and chin soaked with spit. He looks at Arthur regretfully, a wordless I’m sorry, and murmurs, “I love you too,” his voice raspy from the cock that was just down his throat.

Max emits a sigh again, getting up off the couch and rising to his full height. He casually approaches where Charles is still on his knees and runs his fingers gently through his hair. “Let’s go somewhere a little more comfortable,” he urges.

Arthur lets his hands slip from Charles’ hair, crestfallen at being denied the sweet relief of an orgasm, but some part of him understands, knows that when he’s finally allowed to come tonight, it’ll be a lot better than just having his brother’s mouth on him. God, Max is so nonchalantly dominant that it makes Arthur’s stomach twist, his spit-slick cock twitching in the cool air. His command has Arthur immediately scrambling to obey, tucking his cock back into his shorts before following Charles and Max into the bedroom.

Charles reaches to wrap an arm around Arthur’s waist as they head to the bedroom, fitting himself against his baby brother’s side. He feels so small, so humiliated in Max’s presence that it drives him up the wall. Once in the bedroom, Charles climbs right up onto the bed, kneeling on the plush mattress and waiting for Max’s orders. It's striking how quickly Charles’ demeanour can change; one day he could be ordering Arthur around just like this, but whenever Max is around, Charles’ muscles go weak and he’s made to obey like some sort of pet.

“That’s right, you can get up there,” Max encourages, watching as the brothers climb up onto the bed. “Charles, take your brother’s clothes off first. I think we both want to see how pretty he is without everything covering him.”

Charles bites his lip, obeying without question. He runs his hands up underneath Arthur’s shirt before sliding it easily over his head and tossing it to the side, then moving onto his shorts.

Even when all Charles has done is take his shirt off, Arthur feels so exposed under Max’s watchful eye, almost wanting to wrap his arms around himself and cover up as if they’ve both walked in on him changing. The air feels thick and heavy with want as Arthur pants for more, lifting himself off the bed to help Charles undress him. He’s so easy like this, preening under the attention despite his embarrassment; he’d like nothing more than for Charles and Max to have their way with him right here and now, and thankfully, he knows that’s what he’ll get.

Max hums in approval once Charles strips Arthur of his boxers, leaving him completely naked. He rakes his gaze over Arthur’s body, taking in every inch of it. He’s lean and pretty, and his cock, while not big, is adorably flushed and hard and leaking against his stomach, still slick with spit and pre-come. “He’s so pretty, Charles. Look at him. Tell him how pretty he is.”

Charles swallows thickly, gaze darting between Max and Arthur before Max tells him to look at his baby brother. He runs his hands up Arthur’s sides, leaning in to kiss him briefly. “You’re so beautiful, petit,” he breathes, the praise coming easy to him. “You’re my everything. I love you so much.”

Arthur has to take a deep breath, stomach turning under both Charles’ and Max’s eyes, but he certainly can’t deny that Charles’ words soothe him. He smiles, pretty and soft as the sun’s rays, and murmurs back, “I love you more, Charlie. You’re the best big brother I could ask for,” before he purses his lips and meets Charles’ mouth in a kiss. The intimacy of the moment is striking, even with Max watching on as if he’s been given the greatest gift of his life.

“Aren’t you two sweet,” Max hums, smiling as he perches himself on the other end of the bed, perhaps a little too close for comfort. “The world would be shocked if they found out the Leclerc brothers are in a very serious relationship. Arthur, take Charles’ clothes off now, will you? We can’t have him feeling left out.”

Charles eagerly helps Arthur along, slipping his clothes off even as Max watches on. His words, although taunting, go straight to Charles’ cock. What��would the world think? People would talk, surely, say they’re disgusting and immoral. Their careers would be finished the second their teams found out. And what of it? Charles doesn’t think he’d let Arthur go—not even then.

Arthur’s never been so grateful for his big brother’s help because fuck, his hands shake with the prospect of the world finding out the truth. Max is right and Charles knows it scares Arthur more than anything. He can picture the press outside their apartment building, knocking at their windows, microphones and cameras in their faces the moment they dare to step outside, tabloids upon tabloids with their faces on the cover. Arthur has to silently thank Max for being just as depraved as they are because if not, both of their careers would be over faster than he could blink.

“Hey,” Max says, shifting closer on the bed and sliding his hand up over Arthur’s bare back, touching him for the very first time. “I can practically hear you worrying. I won’t tell anyone. Just means I get to see this all for myself, and I quite like that.” His hand on Arthur's back slips lower, down his spine, then around his hip to his front before Max’s warm fingertips graze the sensitive skin of his cock. “So hard, aren’t you? Missing your brother’s mouth on you?” He laughs, dragging his thumb roughly over the tip of Arthur’s cock before lifting off. “Maybe you should ask him to fuck you instead.”

“Fuck,” Arthur breathes, feeling himself relax into Max’s touch. Not only does Max know exactly what to say to get him riled up to near-tears, but he also knows how to pull Arthur right out of his own head, telling him gently to focus on the moment. His thumb against the wet tip of Arthur’s cock hurts in the best way, making Arthur cry out, his desperation back in full swing. “Charlie,” he begs, breathless as his hips twitch into Max’s touch, “please. Need you inside me so bad—haven’t I been good? Please. I’ve been good for you both, please.”

Charles, now fully naked under Max’s gaze too, nods and leans in for a few kisses. They kiss a few times, slowly, just tasting each other, and Charles thinks he can feel Max hungrily looking on. He swears Max would eat them if he could. “You’ll look so pretty, bébé,” he whispers, thumb stroking across Arthur’s flushed cheek.

“Let’s get him on his hands and knees, Charles,” Max orders, and passes him a bottle of lube. Charles hadn’t even noticed Max bring that in. “Finger him open for me, show me he’s able to take your cock. Or my cock.” His teeth catch on his bottom lip. Max knows damn well they’ve both been thinking about his cock, and right now he’s rock fucking hard.

“You heard him, petit,” Charles murmurs, leaning in to steal one last kiss. “On your hands and knees.”

Arthur shakes with excitement as he hauls himself up to assume his position, spreading himself out on his hands and knees. He splays his thighs just the tiniest bit apart, arching his spine to show off the pert and pretty curve of his ass and tries not to show just how much he has been thinking about Max’s cock, how he’s been dreaming about taking it like the good little whore he is.

Charles squeezes some lube out onto his fingers and teases one finger between Arthur’s cheeks, slipping the tip of his index finger just inside his hole. He’s tight and warm like always, maybe more relaxed than usual since they’d fucked this morning, but Charles will never stop loving it. It’s easy for him to add a second finger, spreading Arthur apart and delighting in the pretty noises his baby brother makes when he does.

“Charles,” Max says, shifting closer on his knees, “are you getting stage fright? That’s a pathetic excuse for fingering your little brother open. Here.” One of Max’s big warm hands settles on the small of Arthur’s back and the other wraps around Charles’ wrist, guiding him to fuck into Arthur deeper with his fingers, twisting his wrist as he goes. “Now curl them,” he whispers, and Charles obeys, taking the initiative to add a third finger too, Arthur taking it all.

Goosebumps erupt all over Arthur’s skin once Max’s hand lays warm over his back. He draws in a sharp gasp as Charles’ fingers nudge into his prostate, the sudden onslaught of pleasure setting his nerves on fire and sending his back into a delicious arch. “Fuck, ah—right there,” he whines, cock aching with how badly he needs to be fucked. Arthur can’t get enough of how Charles and Max treat him as if he’s just their toy, their little plaything to have fun with.

Max laughs softly, petting along Arthur’s back, following the curve of his spine. “You take it so well,” he coos. “I can’t wait to see your brother fuck you. Charles, that's enough. Get him on his back and fuck him, please. I think he might die if you don’t." He lets his touch slip from Arthur's back and Charles’ wrist, retreating back to his spot at the end of the bed.

Charles obliges, taking his fingers out and turning Arthur over to his back. His baby brother looks so pretty like this, soft blondish hair splayed across the white sheets, thighs spread to show off his leaking cock and slick little hole. Charles coats his cock with lube, wincing at how cold it is against his skin, and presses the head of it into Arthur’s hole, gasping at how fucking good it feels after being so hard and desperate for so long.

Arthur can’t help but cry out in sheer relief when Charles’ massive cockhead slips into him, forcing his silky walls apart in the best way. “Please, Charlie, need all of it,” he begs, debauched, gazing up at Charles with his biggest, glassiest eyes. “I can have it, can’t I? Haven’t I been good?” He fists at the sheets, breath catching in his throat as Charles sinks further into his hole.

Charles listens, of course—always the doting big brother—and pushes his cock steadily, inch by inch, into Arthur’s tight little hole. He’s so slick and desperate and warm like this, begging pathetically for it, and who would Charles be to refuse, especially when Max has his eyes on them both? “Of course, mon petit,” he whispers shakily, bottoming out inside him and leaning down to kiss Arthur again. He can’t get enough of kissing him when they’re like this, connected as brothers in the most intimate way possible.

“You two look so good together,” Max says, and for the first time tonight his voice shakes. Charles casts a surprised glance in his direction only to see Max brazenly palming himself through his jeans, hips twitching up to meet his hand, and his cock looks huge through the fabric. Charles’ mouth waters at the thought of it. “That’s right, Charles. Keep fucking him. You wouldn’t leave your baby brother hanging, would you?”

Arthur feels so full that he thinks he might burst. No matter how many times he and Charles do this, he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop fearing that he might split apart one day from how big Charles’ cock is inside him. “Please,” he whines, nearly babbling now as his hole clenches around Charles’ cock, “need you to move, Charlie, please please fuck me. I’ve been good, please, I’m your baby, I promise.”

Max smiles warmly, reaches over to ruffle Arthur’s hair where he's lying all spread out, being fucked open by his very own brother. “He’s right, Charles,” he says, stroking Arthur’s hair, feeling it soft around his fingers. “He’s been so good tonight, for both of us. I think it’s only fair that you give him his reward, yeah?” He shifts again, rounding to the other side of the bed to slip in behind Charles, getting his fingers around the base of Charles’ cock and helping him press his way in. “That’s it. Until I’m touching him.”

Charles moans at the touch of Max’s fingers to his cock, slim and supple yet strong at the same time, from a lifetime of racing cars. He tries to focus on pushing into Arthur to the hilt with each thrust, pressing into him until Max’s fingers meet Arthur’s skin, but at the same time he feels Max mouthing at his neck and it’s all so much. “Fuck,” he whines, his movements erratic, but he thinks Arthur is enjoying it all the same.

While Arthur is normally shy about being too loud, Max and Charles almost make him want to be. He moans with each push of Charles’ cock into his hole, feeling Max’s fingers against his skin every time. Arthur has to swallow around the drool that floods his mouth at just how insane this is. “You fill me so well, Charles,” he breathes, mouth hanging open as he pants with it. He hopes his eyes, big and wide and wet, convey just how much more of this he wants.

“I bet your brother would do anything for you, Arthur,” Max goes on, fingers still wrapped around Charles’ cock as he fucks into him. “He’s so hard, I can feel it. He can’t get enough of you. But why would he, when you’re always so pretty, laid out just for him to fuck?” Max laughs softly, his other hand on Charles’ hip keeping his pace steady.

Charles thinks he wants to cry out of embarrassment. He can feel Max’s clothed erection pressing up against his bare ass and it’s all so terribly distracting. Max’s eyes are trained on where his cock disappears rhythmically into Arthur’s hole, filling him up like his life depends on it. “Fuck, petit, you feel so good,” he moans, tilting his head back and whining when he feels Max’s lips on his neck again.

Arthur doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to unhear the way Max calls him pretty, praises how easy he is for his big brother. He chokes back a cry, wishing he could melt into the mattress. “He’s the best big brother, Max,” he pants, breath lodging in his throat at a particularly hard thrust. “He’s so good to me. Spoils me so much.” His cock twitches against his stomach, the head drooling out another bead of pre-come at the praise that fills the air.

“He’s so good to you,” Max agrees, speaking low and soft and downright alluring. “And you two look so pretty together. It feels wrong, doesn’t it? Kissing your brother? Letting him fuck you? Or maybe you’re beyond that. I think you’re proud of it, Arthur.” Max can’t seem to find where to stop, the words falling readily from his lips, but he thinks all his words ring true. “But I don’t think that’s all. You were so excited when I showed up tonight, weren’t you? Have you been thinking about me, too?”

Charles whines, each further word from Max going straight to his cock. He fucks desperately into Arthur, his hips stuttering as he tries his best to focus on a rhythm, but Max is—he’s fucking hot, and dominant, and knows just how to toy with them both, play with them like they’re his puppets. Charles can’t get him out of his head.

Arthur tilts his head back into the sheets, his cheeks flushing hot as the words spill out of him. “Yes, Max,” he breathes, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, “couldn’t stop thinking about your cock. Ever since you found us I’ve wanted you to insult us, tell us how horrible we are.” Arthur pants desperately as Charles fucks him, scrabbling at the sheets for purchase. He can’t get enough of how Max sees right through them, sees right through their façade of a normal brotherly relationship. Max knows the real them, and it makes Arthur want to come just thinking about it.

Max finally lets go of Charles, lets his cock slip from his fingers, but encourages Charles to keep fucking his brother nonetheless. He shifts to lift his tight white shirt over his head before moving onto his jeans, tossing those aside to only leave him in his boxers, his cock obscenely tenting them. “That’s it, Charles, I can tell he’s close,” he murmurs, still eyeing them hungrily, but now he palms at himself through his boxers, the massive length of his cock quite visible through the thin fabric. “Make him come.”

Charles wouldn’t ever dream of doing otherwise. As he fucks Arthur, he reaches between their bodies to get a hand around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. He can tell Arthur’s close by the way his thighs shake, his mouth dropping open in sheer pleasure. Charles wants nothing more than to watch his brother come all over his gorgeous slim stomach.

As Arthur nears his orgasm, he squirms, thighs trembling as Charles strokes roughly at his aching cock. “Gonna come, Charlie,” he whines, mouth hanging open as he arches his back in pleasure. “Please make me come, please, please.”

Charles pants, his pace relentless, and he snaps his head up to look at Max for permission despite him making the order just a moment ago.

“Yes, Charles,” Max says softly, his own breath coming a little heavier now as he palms himself through his boxers. “Make him come. He’ll make such a pretty mess, won’t he?”

That’s all Charles needs to finish the job. He watches in awe, wide-eyed, as Arthur shoots out all across his pale stomach, moaning and crying as he goes. Charles thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He’s close himself; he thinks he can only hold on for a few more deep strokes into Arthur’s tight hole before he fills his baby brother up like he’s been begging for all night.

Arthur flushes once he comes all over himself, making a big mess of his pretty, unblemished skin. He wants to cry at how good this is, how much it is; Charles doesn’t let up with how hard he’s fucking into him and Arthur’s thighs twitch with overstimulation. “Come in me, Charles, please—knock me up. I’ve been good, I’ve been good.” He utters his plea aloud before he’s able to censor himself—should he really say something like that with Max right there? Arthur’s teeth worry at his bottom lip, eyes glazing over as Charles uses him.

Max’s breath hitches and Arthur’s slutty pleas are all he needs to slide his hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, taking his cock into his hand for real this time. “Fuck,” he mutters out loud, jerking himself off properly, “you wanna be bred, Arthur? You want your brother to fuck a baby into you? Fuck.” He has to take a deep breath, tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight in front of him. “You can come, Charles. Knock your little brother up.”

When Charles gets Max’s permission, he comes right there on the spot with a choked cry, filling his brother’s tight little hole with it. The orgasm is so strong it sets his nerves on fire, pleasure washing through his body as his hips stutter through it. It’s too fucking good, the mix of bliss and humiliation, and Charles wonders why they hadn’t done this sooner.

“Fuck,” Arthur curses under his breath once Charles slows to a stop. Max’s words make his spent cock twitch up to attention once again against his messy stomach—it’s really like he’s nothing but Charles’ and Max’s toy for them to play with, to fuck into and come in. Arthur loves it. “Feel so full, Charlie. Feel so round with your babies.”

“God, you look round with it, too,” Max says, taking his hand out of his boxers and instead reaching to slide it across Arthur’s tummy, covered in his own slick, and he settles it over the slight bulge in his lower stomach. “Arthur, do you think your big brother knows how to share? I want to see if you’d look as pretty taking my cock as you did taking his. What do you think?”

Charles, still buried to the hilt inside Arthur, gasps softly at Max’s words. Max wants to fuck Arthur, right in front of him? He tries not to think about how fucking hot that idea is, seeing Arthur squirming and moaning as he’s split open on Max’s massive cock. “I know how to share,” he says, and it comes out so pathetically whiny. “I’m really good at it, Max. I promise.”

Arthur nods, frantic, his hole clenching around Charles’ cock as he imagines taking Max’s huge length inside him. He’s even bigger than Charles and that drives Arthur wild to think about. “He knows how to share, Max, I promise,” Arthur whines. He fears he might die if Max doesn’t fuck him open right in front of his big brother. “Please, Max, I need to take your cock too. I can do it.”

Max laughs softly, patting Arthur’s stomach before bringing his come-covered hand up to Arthur’s mouth. Immediately, Arthur’s tongue darts out to clean up his mess, his skilled tongue dipping and teasing between Max’s fingers. “That’s what I thought,” Max says, smiling. “Charles, pull out of him. I want to see how well you filled him up.”

Charles immediately obeys, slowly pulling out of Arthur’s fucked-out hole with a wince. Immediately, he can see the creampie leaking out of him, and while normally he’d chase it with his tongue, he’d much rather see Max fuck right back into him around that fresh slick. “I’ll watch, please,” he begs, already taking hold of his slick cock. “Wanna see him take it, Max.”

“You two are so perfect,” Max praises, soft and reverent as he slides his boxers off to expose his huge cock for the very first time. It takes a few long moments for him to cover it in lube, but soon enough he’s fitting his enormous cockhead against Arthur’s slick rim.

Arthur shudders as he feels Max’s cockhead press against his wet hole. Fuck, he knew Max was big, but for a moment Arthur panics, worrying that he might not be able to take Max after all. “Fuck, Charlie, he’s so big,” he breathes in a mixture of fear and excitement. “Exactly what I wanted. I was right, wasn’t I? Oh my God.”

“Bet you’ve been thinking about this ever since I found you two at that dinner,” Max taunts as he slowly pushes his cock into Arthur, using Charles’ creampie as extra slick to help him along, Arthur’s hole fluttering around him as he tries to adjust. “You’ve been getting off to the thought of me telling you two how disgusting you are, what whores you are. Am I right?” Max quite enjoys having all his attention on Arthur. He playfully rubs his thumb across Arthur’s nipple, delighting in how it eagerly perks up under his touch.

While Charles wants to be jealous at how Max touches his little brother, he can’t look away from how Max’s huge cock disappears inside Arthur’s needy little hole. Arthur’s taking him so well and it gets Charles so impossibly hot. “Fuck, petit, isn’t he big?” he breathes, wetting his lips. “You take him so well. Look at you.”

Arthur thinks he might choke on Max’s cock despite Max fucking his hole rather than his mouth. It’s so fucking big, much bigger than Charles, and Arthur thinks Max might genuinely kill him with his size. He tries his best to relax, let Max’s cock part the slick walls of his hole, but God, Arthur hasn’t taken anything this big before. “Max, yes, yes—you’re right, you’re so right. Can’t stop thinking about you watching us, insulting us.” He has to force the words out—he can practically feel Max’s cock in his throat—but when Max rewards him with a gentle push of his hips he thinks it’s all worth it.

Max smiles, thumb still grazing Arthur’s nipple as he pushes steadily into him, bottoming out within moments. Arthur is so tight and slick and delicious around him, clenching down with every shift of Max’s cock. “There, you took it so well,” he praises, taking in every inch of Arthur’s beautiful needy face, lips parted on a whine. “I think maybe we need to put your pretty mouth to work now, don’t you? Charles, come here. I want your brother to get his mouth around you while I fuck him.”

Charles’ stomach twists at the thought of him and Max using both of Arthur’s holes at the same time. It’s so wrong, he thinks, but his body takes over for his brain and he’s shifting on the bed to feed the first inch of his cock into Arthur’s awaiting mouth.

Tears prick at the corners of Arthur’s eyes as Charles forces his cock into his mouth, all hot and wet and perfect. Max thrusts into him at just the same time and it makes Arthur cry out around Charles’ cock, strangled and muffled around Charles’ huge length. He shuts up and takes it regardless, his cock twitching against his stomach at being used like this, drooling pre-come out over his skin. It’s easy for him to put his mouth to work, eyes slipping shut as he traces up Charles’ cock with his tongue.

“Oh,” Max breathes, panting as he slowly pulls back before pushing back into Arthur’s tight hole, “look at that. He’s got a greedy little mouth on him, doesn’t he, Charles?” He takes Arthur’s thighs into his hands, squeezing tight, fingertips sure to leave bruises there by tomorrow morning, and fucks into him around the creampie Charles had left, the sound of it obscene in the otherwise quiet room. “He's born to take it, I think. Meant to always have two cocks filling his holes, huh?”

Charles nearly goes dizzy at Max’s words, and pleasure immediately shoots up his spine at how good Arthur’s mouth feels around his sensitive cock. He’s eager to fuck deeper into Arthur’s mouth, pushing in until he’s choking with it. “Yes,” he gasps out in response to Max, breathless from everything that's happening. “He is. He loves us filling him like this, Max.” Charles tilts his head back, panting with the pleasure. It’s all so much.

Arthur’s thighs tremble in Max’s hands, shaking with how good they both fuck him. He was born for this, he thinks. Born to be caught between Charles and Max, born to take cock in both of his slutty holes, born not to be just Charles’ little brother but also to be his fucktoy. He moans around Charles’ cock, back arching as Max fucks right up into his prostate, and hopes to whatever God is out there that this won’t be the last time he finds himself in the middle of Charles and Max.

“I bet he won’t last long at all,” Max goes on, a taunting lilt to his voice as he laughs and fucks into Arthur harder. “He’s a little whore, isn’t he, Charles? Taking us both so well. Look at his cute little cock.” He smiles and focuses his attention on Arthur’s cock, hard and leaking, as it bounces against his stomach with each thrust. Max’s cock is so big, pushing deep into Arthur and once again seeking out the spot that’ll surely push him over the edge.

Charles gasps with pleasure, whining out loud as his little brother's tongue laves all over his cock. It’s so good, he thinks, just like under the table at that dinner, the dinner where Max found out about them. “He is,” he manages to whimper in response, thighs shaking as he thrusts gently in and out of Arthur’s mouth. “Always begs for me so pretty, Max. I can’t help but be a good older brother and give him what he wants.”

By the shaking of his thighs and the tears running down his cheeks, Max can tell Arthur is close, and honestly, he is too after watching the gorgeous show the two brothers put on for him tonight. He gets one hand around Arthur’s wet little cock and strokes it as he fucks him, being sure to nudge up into his prostate with each thrust. “Are you close, baby?” he asks, although he certainly isn't expecting an answer with how full of cock Arthur’s mouth is. “Come for us. Come for me and your big brother, show us what a mess you can make.”

Charles’ gentle thrusts into Arthur’s mouth become more erratic as he nears his own orgasm. Arthur looks so pretty with tears in his eyes and drool running down his chin as he takes everything that’s given to him. The sight alone shoves Charles towards the edge, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels his orgasm approach him like a massive wave.

Arthur certainly doesn’t need Max to tell him again. With a few more strokes against his cock and the relentless push of Max’s cock into his ruined hole, Arthur cries out against Charles’ cock and comes onto Max’s fist. He’s always the first to come—so easy to please—and it makes him feel like a fucking slut, nothing but a pathetic toy for Charles and Max to use. He’s obsessed with the idea of Max coming inside him too, his come mixing with his big brother’s and stuffing him full. Arthur drools around Charles’ cock, trying his best to swallow around it as Charles thrusts into his mouth.

The vibrations of his baby brother’s whine against his cock is all it takes for Charles to tip over the edge, coming hard right down Arthur’s throat. His incessant thrusting into Arthur’s mouth doesn't slow, however—he desperately rides out his orgasm even when he hears Max’s amused chuckle from behind him. “Fuck,” he whines, choking out an overstimulated sob. It’s so good, but also so much. The knowledge of Max watching all this is nearly too much for him.

Max is pretty damn close himself. He swears softly under his breath and with a few more deep strokes into Arthur’s tight hole, he comes too, filling Arthur right up with it. As he fucks it into him, the sounds are obscene from his come mixing with Charles’ inside him. It’s the hottest thing Max has ever seen, and ever heard. He thanks his lucky stars that he was able to piece together the two brothers’ true relationship himself.

Arthur can’t stop whimpering and whining underneath the both of them, feeling so pathetically fucked-out and full. Max’s come mixing with Charles’ inside him feels better than Arthur ever thought it would and he selfishly wishes he could keep it forever, always feel stuffed with their babies.

Charles slowly takes his cock out of Arthur’s mouth once he’d swallowed all his come, leaving his lips spit-soaked and flushed such a pretty red. He runs his fingers slowly through Arthur’s hair, suddenly overcome by affection for his sweet little brother, always behaving so well for him. “I told you he could take it, Max,” Charles says, but doesn’t take his eyes away from Arthur’s face; he looks down at Arthur fondly, shifting around on the bed so he can lean down and kiss his brother properly.

“Oh, I didn’t doubt it for a second,” Max says, sounding exceedingly pleased. He pulls out of Arthur’s tight little hole and rejoices in the sight of his and Charles’ come leaking out of him, making even more of a mess of the sheets. “He was so good for us, wasn’t he? That’s it, Charles. I love when you treat him all sweet.” If Max wasn’t already thoroughly exhausted, his cock would have surely been hardening up again simply at the sight of the two brothers kissing. It’s sick and perverted in just the right way that keeps drawing Max in.

A soft sigh falls from Arthur’s lips as he melts into his big brother’s touch, mouth feeling used and fucked-out as he purses his lips for a kiss. He’ll never get enough of the way Charles looks at him, as if he’s his everything. He’s weak for Charles like this—weak for his fingers in his hair, weak for the way he calls him petit and bébé, weak for the way they love despite being brothers. Arthur doesn’t think he wants to be anything else.

Max watches them hungrily, and while for a moment he thought he was exhausted after such a great fuck, his cock twitches back to attention against his stomach. He moves aside, casually leaning back against the pillows on the bed, and wraps one hand around his stiffening cock. Not moving, yet, but waiting. “Charles, you'll help your little brother clean up, won't you?” he asks, his voice soft and honey-sweet.

Charles nods, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to gaze over Arthur’s pretty face once more. He looks ruined—tear tracks drying on his face, lips slick with spit and come, hair beautifully messy—and Charles has never seen anything more gorgeous. “Of course,” he responds, and moves to get up, but that’s when he notices Max sitting at the head of the bed. He’s watching them. With a hand around himself. He gets off on this. Charles’ stomach twists, but he makes his way to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth anyway. If Max wants a show, he and Arthur will put one on for him.

As Charles heads to the bathroom, he can practically feel Max’s gaze burning a hole into his back. He returns with a damp washcloth and tries not to think about how Max is watching them, touching himself to the sight of him being sweet and taking care of his little brother. “You were so good for us, petit,” he praises softly, running the cloth over Arthur’s skin and mopping up all the sticky come that had landed on his stomach and thighs. “You're so pretty. I love you.”

Max’s cock twitches again in his hand as he greedily watches the show. The two brothers saying I love you to each other is dirty in the best way and it makes Max start to move, lazily stroking the massive length of his cock as he watches. “Aren’t you sweet?” he practically purrs, grinning as Charles leans down to kiss Arthur once again. “Arthur, isn’t your big brother just so good to you?”

Arthur smiles up at Charles, soft and vulnerable, as Charles cleans him up, running the cloth over his messy skin. He can spot Max out of the corner of his eye, lazily stroking his cock to the affection he receives from his brother, and it nearly makes Arthur dizzy to think about. “I love you too, Charlie,” he whispers, and his gaze is so horribly lovesick as he does. He turns his head to Max, a smile crossing his face. “Of course, Max, he’s so sweet to me,” he says. “Always takes care of me like this. He’s the perfect big brother.”

Max hums approvingly, still keeping that same slow, lazy pace on his cock. He’s simply enjoying himself, now, and he’s glad that Charles and Arthur seem to be as well. “I bet it’s been that way since you two were kids, huh?” he asks, his gaze flitting down to Arthur’s fucked-out hole. “Oh, Charles, you missed a spot. Clean him up properly like the good big brother you are.”

Charles glances over at Max in surprise, unsure of what he means, but it suddenly clicks in his head and his cheeks flush an embarrassing shade of pink. He nods, eager to please Max and hear more of his praise, and shuffles down on the bed so he can lap up the mixture of his and Max’s come right from his baby brother’s pretty little hole. He’s tentative at first, the knowledge of Max watching him making him blush, but the taste of all three of them together spurs Charles on.

Arthur whimpers weakly once he feels Charles’ tongue at his hole, warm and wet and soft as he licks up the mess. He resists the urge to bring his thighs together around Charles’ head, flushing a pretty pink with embarrassment at just how dirty this feels. “Charlie,” he can’t help but whine, reaching down to grab at Charles’ hair. Everything feels so warm and with Max watching, Arthur thinks he might die at how good it is.

Max pants softly, his hand quickening on his cock. God, he always swears this can’t get any hotter and then it does. The Leclerc brothers are obviously very receptive to his orders and Max loves it. “You have such a pretty mouth on you, Arthur,” Max says, voice hushed and somewhat strained as he strokes himself, using his own pre-come as slick. “Tell Charles how much you love it, how good it feels, yeah?”

Charles hums against Arthur’s skin, greedily lapping up everything his tongue can reach before pushing it into Arthur’s tight little hole as far as it’ll go, eating him out like his life depends on it. He loves how his baby brother whines for him, all the little sounds he makes; Charles thinks he’d do anything to hear more of them. He wants to say something, tell Arthur how good he is, that he loves him, but for now Charles sticks to cleaning him up, face feeling hot under Max’s watchful eye.

Arthur moans as Charles eats him out, his tongue pushing into his fucked-out hole, nearly fucking him with it. Feeling both Charles’ tongue and the come inside him drives him insane. “Fuck, your tongue feels so good,” he whines, letting himself squeeze at the sides of Charles’ head with his thighs. “So good to me, love it so much . . .”

Max groans out loud, beyond happy with the show he’s having presented to him. “That’s it,” he praises, his voice strained as he roughly strokes himself. He doesn’t exactly want to come again, but he isn’t sure when—or if—he’s ever going to see this sight again, and so he wants to make the most of it. “Kiss him, Charles. I want him to taste all three of us.”

Charles moans against Arthur’s skin at the idea of it. It’s so fucking dirty and he knows it, but how can he resist? Arthur’s been so good for him, and Max . . . well, Charles can’t exactly resist Max’s orders. He finishes the job with one last swipe of his hot tongue across Arthur’s hole before shifting up on the bed to kiss him, tongue eagerly pressing against his baby brother’s and sharing the taste of them all. He loves it.

The sight of Charles leaning down to kiss Arthur, slick and drooly, their mouths sliding together like they’re meant to, suddenly gets Max hot and desperate to come. He grunts, his hand quickening on his cock before he comes without warning, his cockhead drooling ropes of it over his own fist. He pants with the harshness of his second orgasm, all quick and dirty, and breathes, “Fuck. You two look so good like that.”

Immediately, Charles and Arthur break apart, and they’re both on Max in an instant, almost fighting each other to clean up his mess. Their mouths look nearly identical as they trail their lips and tongues over Max’s spent cock, his lower stomach, and his fingers, greedily licking up everything they can reach.

“You two might kill me one day,” Max sighs once the two brothers pull away, tongues darting out to lick their lips. They both look so pretty like this, all wrecked and flushed and happy. While Max catches his breath, a smile can’t help but work its way onto his face; despite his overstimulation and exhaustion, he’ll never get enough of this sight, seeing these two gorgeous brothers in a way no one else gets to see them. “Charles, is your shower big enough for three?”

Charles perks up, giggles, and nods. “There’s lots of space.”

[f1-disaster-bi]

Now I’m just having more Party au thoughts 🙈

How would Party au Lando handle this F1 season? All the highs and the lows and the expectations and pressure of finally having a good car. Finally winning in Miami and the celebrations afterwards. The contact with Max in Austria and anger afterwards followed by the fear of losing that friendship. The disappointment of losing Silverstone when he was so close and blaming himself. Daniel’s season not being great and the threat of him not being on the grid anymore and being close every weekend to support Lando…

Anon, you and me both right now! I actually just a message to Birb with a whole idea for a little Party au drabble/prompt based on this past weekend.....

I may also be thinking about Koa meeting Leo and Roscoe 👀

This season would definetly be stressful for both Lando and Daniel in different ways.

Lando might have the pressure of his first win off his shoulders but he also now has the pressure of being in a top car and being able to fight for wins. People have turned from talking about him having no wins to fixating on every little mistake, talking about him as if he will never win again, a one hit wonder, and Lando, at first, adjusts to the pressure saying he has already proven himself. He does go back to having a meeting every two weeks with his therapist instead of the monthly meeting that they've dropped down to, and that helps.

It's the triple header that has him really struggling because he catches that cough that won't go away. He's sick and he's tired. He's trying to be the partner Daniel needs and encouraging Daniel to keep up with his own therapist, and being a comfort to him but by the end of Austria Lando is struggling. A lot of what he said in the media came from him worrying about Max and their friendship but also Max's sobriety and his own because for the first time in about a year, Lando want's to drink. He wants to leave the paddock and go buy a bottle of vodka and sit in the dark and drink and that scares him so he's just a bit of a wreck, Luckily, he flies home with Alex and Daniel, and they help distract him and Lando goes straight to a meeting the next day and meets up with his sponsor and does what he can to stop a relapse, and he tells Daniel that he scared himself.

Silverstone is the nail in the coffin and Lando is just really struggling but he isn't hiding it. He's honest with his friends and Daniel, with his sponsor and therapist, with Jon. He doesn't try to go it alone and that is what saves him from a possible relapse.

Daniel is also struggling throughout all this with negative thoughts and the media speaking shit about him. He knows he might lose his seat. He knows the car isn't the best and that he's struggling to prove being on the grid when RB have drivers waiting in the wings to be called up so he's trying to fight for his seat and to stay on the grid. Mentally, it's draining, and it only gets worse when he sees Lando going into the triple header looking like he's struggling because he's always worried about Lando in the same way Lando worries about Daniel.

Before that, he was able to be there to support Daniel and his worries about his season, but after the triple header both of them are a little raw and know they need to be there for each other without hurting themselves in the process. Luckily, they have a great couples therapist that they see every so often to help them navigate things like this so they know how to support each other without sacrificing their own needs. They spend a lot of time just comforting each other physically rather than verbally. Lots of soft touches and hugs, lots of cuddles and sweet kisses, hands on shoulder/thighs/backs, just being present for the other to lean on. They do talk as well but they find the physical comfort helps them both.

They spend most of the break between Silverstone and Hungary just hiding away together. Just taking time to heal, to get their heads right and reconnect with each other and disconect with the world for a bit until they're both feeling better.

It's still a struggle, but they have each other's backs and they work together to make sure they're both okay

[spurgie-cousin]

I was watching back to back spooky like, Appalachian folk tales on youtube and scared tf out of myself so I turned on Jessa's pregnancy Q&A as a palette cleanser. Here are the things I found interesting (cw miscarriage mentions):

- she found out she lost the last baby on Dec 22 and that's also this new baby's due date. She says she gets a lot of comfort from that.

- she's planning another hospital birth (thank GOD) and doubles down on her love for epidurals. She says she even inquired about getting one for post partum cramps

- she says she toyed with the idea of having a gender reveal this time but decided her tradition of waiting to tell people was better (I agree)

- she says Ben had told her he's not concerned with having more kids as much as he is with her health and mental well being as a stay at home mom to lots of them.

- Jessa adds to that and says while she still believes kids are a blessing, she doesn't believe that "accumulating" a "maximum quantity" of blessings should trump giving the kids you have a good quality of life. She believes the Bible communicates that as well so that is her primary intention. She also doesn't believe it's a sin to "manage" your blessings (aka pregnancies I'm assuming) and says that's something she's considered for the future (pleasantly surprised by all of it).

- She says she sometimes struggles with the fear that she "has all these kids" and they won't grow up to follow The Lord, but that she doesn't let that particular fear keep her from having them (she said all that good stuff before and then lost me again).

- She says the number of kids she and Ben have envisioned having has gotten smaller and smaller as the years go on. She doesn't want to make a definitive decision while she's pregnant and uncomfy, but she said her idea of a "big family" has gone from like 8 kids to maybe 5 max.

[gratisdiamanten]

Apokatastasis - this one intrigues me tell me more 🤲

This is a Max and Daniel fic from back when I predominantly wrote them—it’s the most slash fic gen fic I could conjure up, I think, because the love in it runs deep for them, but its mostly familial. It’s about after the societal collapse following a staggeringly lethal plague, and Daniel (an angry and desperate to survive teenager), ends up taking care of a young Max who follows after him like a duckling (after surviving the religious murder suicide of the rest of his family and trying to follow others to look after him). It takes place over about ten years, until Max is in early adulthood and succumbs to chronic illness brought on by when he had contracted the illness. Daniel has great tenderness and familial affection for him that developed slowly. At the beginning he had seen him as a nuisance. Max, never having the chance to build adult bonds to another person, does fall in love with him without Daniel ever reciprocating. They’re living in the woods not terribly far from a deserted town they source many supplies from. The symbolism is predominated by a kind of death-of-god theology, a god that may have once touched that earth, but is deaf to cries and pleas for absolution or relief from devastation. Daniel cannot save his own family, who he abandoned out of fear of watching them die. He cannot save Max, who he is trying to make up for it for. It’s not bleak though, it’s full of a lot of natural beauty from the landscape and from human love. It doesn’t matter that he can’t get what he wants and keep Max alive, because the love will have always been there anyway. It does still include graphic depictions of violence and implied sexual abuse (before the main events of the plot).

Apokatastasis is a Greek word that refers to the idea of God restoring all things to a condition of perfection indiscriminately (and thus is referenced in some Universalist theology).

[khaleesiofalicante]

i've noticed that even in tsc no one ever talks about lucifer. we know so little about him. did that kinda inspire you to explore his character? and if it didn't where did you come up with the idea to develop his character so much before we actually get to see him?

i fucking love that btw. that you've written so much about luci and there's so much discussion about him but we haven't even met him properly yet. i'm going to lose my shit when he comes.

one of the most terrifying scenes in fmf was when david found out about lucifer's creepy cameras. it felt so violating (something that david is constantly suffering with). and even in lbaf, he is kinda omnipresent. he's not not here but we know that he's still there.

also in all your stories lucifer is somehow always associated with david. rn we're focusing so much on luci's connection to lance but i'm pretty sure he'll be connected to david too. idk how but i'm sure.

i'm really looking forward to see lucifer's arc. i can't even imagine these people defeating lucifer. because how can you defeat someone you don't even know!

Hope this isn't creepy, but I have always had a weird fascination with Lucifer. The idea of rebelling against God(!!) has always made go a little feral so it's a character I think about a lot.

FMF was definitely one way to explore his characterisation a lot. I know we all know that Lucifer is "powerful" (obviously) but what I wanted to explore was how he uses that power and what he uses it for. Like what his motivations and strategies and fears. It's one of my favourite things to do when I create a character and I was able to do a lot of this in FMF.

So, what do we discover about him based on FMF. We know he isn't loyal to anyone, but he expects loyalty from others. We know he enjoys control - whether it's to know what everyone is doing all the time, or whether it is simply to manipulate someone physically - Nico or emotionally - David to keep them under his thumb. We know he is not obedient and does not like authority figures (youngest child syndrome for real).

One of my favourite things is that he isn't messy. I feel like most villains and princes of hell are. They are either too greedy or too impatient or too chaotic. Lucifer is none of that. He knows exactly what he wants and only goes after it. He has a plan for everything. And he doesn't get emotional or irrational. That's what makes him powerful and dangerous.

My task was to explore ALL of these dimensions in the lbaf world which is a lot easier said than done. One way to do it was...for him to do nothing at all.

Because so far (if you are following the story well and remember what we saw in Azazel's pov ) everything is going EXACTLY how Lucifer wants it to go. He's not even intervening. He's just letting things happen because he knows/sees what will happen. He is letting other people do their job for him while he watches/monitors. That's control. That's power.

And yes. He has a connection to David. Not a literal one. But it's something I came up with for plot reasons because I see David as the character Lucifer would be most fascinated with because David exerts the same kind of control/influence over Max. Despite all the shit he goes through, David always gets what he wants and that's definitely something Lucifer finds powerful and curious - as mentioned in FMF. We'll explore this dynamic in one more fic actually. But more in that latter.

AND YES I CAN'T WAIT FOR HIS ENTRY EITHER. I AM SCARED TO WRITE IT BECAUSE OF THE SELF-PRESSURE.

[lumaxramblings]

stranger things daemon au (part 1: the party)

mike and sophronia

as i dont really think about mike much, i haven't really thought about it much, but i feel like she'd settle somewhere during the events of s1, possibly after. most of the daemons, especially the kids' daemons, settled due to trauma. but considering mike's relationship with his himself, i feel like she'd have struggle settling. if any of you have a better idea for what his daemon would be, i'd love to hear why and i might implement it in a fic or two :)

will and althea

no, he's not a raven! he's a pheonix, but when her and will aren't... yk, dying, or when althea isn't regaining her feathers from dying, she's black. his daemon would 100% settle during the upside down. another option i had on the table was the dudu deer. i thought a pheonix would fit more as they stand for renewal and rebirth, but i deers would also be symbolic for will, especially how they're considered feminine, so it could be even more reason for the town to think he's gay. i prefer pheonix but they're both good picks!

dustin and syretia

(syretia pronounced sigh-ree-sha)

syretia flits from form to form, changing a lot just as dustin does. during season 1, while in school, she usually stays in small forms to avoid getting targeted by bullies, forms that can fit in his pocket, usually some kind of mouse. while with the party, she usually goes into a monkey form because they're tinkerers and like having the extra hands. and while at home, she usually stays as either a beagle or switches between domestic cat breeds. in season 2, she's slightly overcome her fear of getting bullied, starting to perch on his shoulder as a bird or follow his heels as a cat. when fighting, she changes into the biggest form she can manage - a jackal, somewhat imitating steve's delmira. in season 3, she's much more comfortable in larger forms, usually monkeys or even a few different lizards. in season 4, she goes back into smaller forms, but still sticks with something bigger. when eddie dies, however, she finally settles. she's a raccoon, and doesn't speak as much as she used to, even though she always said she'd boast whenever they would settle.

lucas and fidelia

a groove billed ani for lucas. i have a feeling he'd settle second earliest of the boys, after will. fidelia had been gravitating towards bird forms for a while, and then they saw this bird while researching what daemon forms mean in a school project, and the form just... stuck. he got a lot of flack for it, especially as he's already bullied for being black. lucas takes it better than he probably would've done before he found out about the upside down, but he still wishes that fidelia had changed into something that didn't look so much like a crow or raven, both with bad reputations. she likes matching with will after althea regains her feathers, though.

el and amias

el and amias's relationship is a little complicated. taken and immediately seperated at birth, amias is locked in the cells where the other kids' daemons are, and she doesn't find out what a daemon even is until she meets mike, dustin and lucas. she only manages to reconnect with amias - who'd been named K, the eleventh letter - at the end of season 2, when she returns to the lab to close the gate, and is named by hopper's daemon. i feel like amias wouldn't settle for a LONG time, especially as people's expectations of her keep on changing. amias settles after max's death and subsequent revival, but even though everyone says you're supposed to understand yourself more after you settle, el just feels more lost.

max and hercules

in my version of the au, hercules has heterochromia (because it looks cool) and a torn ear (because of billy) no matter which form he takes. he's always liked furry forms max can curl up with because they're both deprived of warmth so often, but before he settled, he used to sometimes turn into a bird to match fidelia, or a dog to chase syretia, or a maine coon to annoy sophronia. but as they ran into the main part of the mall, only to freeze at the sight of billy and ulysses fighting back against the monster, hercules shifts into the small cat form, cowering against max's legs. when ulysses, whose powerful jaw has bitten him and whose large claws have given him scars, falls to the ground, hercules can't bring himself to get close to her, opting to stay cowered to the ground, trembling and scared. this is what hercules and max feel most guilty about, that they weren't able to 'comfort his soul' at the last moment, despite how much they've both tormented them over the years. their relationship grows slightly more rocky as the months pass, and by s4, they don't talk as much as they used to, and max often digs her nails into hercules's fur, of course hurting herself too, although she tries to stop this because she doesn't like hurting him, even though he feels like he deserves this.

will do the teens next, i love them <3

[xirayn]

Spider-man AU

1 | 2

"Hey, you met up with Lucas."

Steve looks at Dustin before looking over at Spider-kid. When there is no immediate explanation or denial, he pinches the bridge of his nose. Pulling off someone's mask is a pretty big no-no within the superhero community, but, in this moment, he is sorely tempted. A finger raises before Venom can say anything from where they are leaning against the wall. He can practically feel their amusement at the situation.

"Alright, kid, I'm just going to ask." Steve takes a deep breath before meeting the eyes of his black-suited mini me. "Are you Lucas Sinclair?"

The red accented mask is removed slowly to reveal a sheepish Lucas. Steve's own mask is practically torn off, leaving his hair a mess that is almost a comical contrast to his stern look.

"What the fuck?" he snaps. He cannot count the number of times he has told these kids to stay on the bench. He turns on Dustin. "You knew!"

Dustin holds his hands up. "I wanted to tell you, but Lucas swore me to secrecy."

"A lot of good that did," Lucas mutters.

"I thought you told him when I saw you swing in!"

"He didn't!" Steve threw up his hands. Eddie doesn't help his mood when he sidles over, shrinking in stature as the symbiote recedes. It slithers over the arm Eddie slings around Steve's shoulder and nuzzles Steve's cheek like an affectionate cat.

"I didn't know, either," Eddie offers. Steve rolls his eyes. Of course Eddie didn't know. The kids had just learned that Eddie was now more than just their friendly neighborhood dungeon master. He talked with Dustin a lot while he and Steve were MIA, though, and the fact he felt a need to say anything is suspicious.

"Great, good to know I'm not the only one being kept in the dark," he grumbles. They'll talk about he later. Steve gives the symbiote an absent stroke before stepping away to confront Lucas. "Alright- Let's start with how."

Lucas shifts his weight from one foot to the other under Steve's hard gaze. "So, you know how you told us not to check out the old lab?"

"You checked out the old lab."

"Just- Look, you were busy with the Russians, and Max said something was up with Billy, and we followed him to see if it was strange things or just weird things, and he went into the lab-"

Steve feels a cold dread curl in his gut. That would have been when right before he had the symbiote and- "You were investigating Carnage? Before you had powers."

"We didn't know he was Carnage," Lucas defends. "And El was with us."

Steve's hands scrub over his face. He looks over at Eddie as if that is going to help. He gets the expected shrug. Eddie had just been some guy at that time.

"So you go to the lab," Steve recaps, "and one of the spiders had escaped the clean out or... Damn it, I'm going to have to go back there now and make sure they aren't breeding in the walls."

"We could help," Eddie offers. That wasn't a horrible idea. Steve puts a pin in it.

"We only found the one," Lucas says. There is an edge to his tone now. Steve is almost proud of it. "And it died after biting me. It didn't even seem like more than just a spider until I woke up the next morning."

Steve deflates. He curses his soft spot for the gaggle of high schoolers. "Why didn't you come to me?"

Lucas deflates as well and gives a dismissive shrug. "You had enough to deal with."

Steve couldn't deny that. The Russians and Scarlet Spider saga had led into the symbiote and Carnage epic, which was followed by a brief trip through the UpsideDown that proved Venom was not as in control as they had thought. Steve barely had time to wonder what his life had become, much less mentor a new little Spiderling.

He takes a deep breath. A hand settles on Lucas's shoulder.

"I'm here now, okay?" He remembers what Lucas had said earlier on the side of a building. "Who does Vecna have?"

Lucas's eyes raise to meet Steve's. They shine with sorrow and fear, but his jaw is set in defiance.

"Max."

[omegawhiskers]

Dynamite 26/10/23

A Gift for Sting

Dynamite opened up with a fired up MJF. We had appearances from Adam Cole (via phone), Roderick Strong and the Man in the Devil Mask.

The action began with MJF defending his Dynamite Diamond Ring against Juice Robinson. Juice received a vicious ass kicking outside and around the ring from the get to. The victory came for Max when the Gunns goofed up, giving the Champ enough time to slip the ring on and sock Juice in the jaw.

Post-Match saw a beatdown on MJF with Strong and The Kingdom making the save. Roddy stayed in his wheelchair while The Kingdom got easily discarded. But do not fear, The Acclaimed is here as they cleared the ring. The furious Gunns issued a challenge for the ROH Tag Team Titles at Full Gear. MJF takes the offer but wants a piece of all four members before the PPV. Next week it – in the main event – it will be The Bullet Club Gold ve. MJF and three partners of his choosing. Right away Roddy and The Kingdom as dismissed, followed by he Acclaimed. This begs the question, who will team with MJF? The pressure is stacked as Kenny Omega comes out and makes a challenge for the Triple B. MJF accepts the match for this Saturday on Collision. Later, Samoa Joe offered to team with MJF under one condition; that he is given a title shot.

Next was Hook teaming with RVD to take on the Dark Order’s Alex Reynolds and John Silver. There’s no clear direction for The Dark Order. The main idea is to shine the light on Hook and for RVD to help ignite the crowd.

Tony Schiavone in is the ring to give Sting a gift from Tony Khan. That gift is Ric Flair. I can't say I'm disappointed. I never expected Flair to be in an AEW ring to be honest. The Nature Boy says some very sweet words to Sting. Christian Cage, along with Luchasaurus and Nick Wayne came out and interrupted the feel-good moment. Christian destroyed Flair verbally and issues as challenge at Full Gear. The bout will be a 6-man tag team match. Fortunately, Flair won’t be fighting with Sting and Darby Allin.  Later, both men try to recruit Adam Copeland who refuses to fight Christian. Sting attempts to talk some sense into Copeland. I do think Adam will join the fight at Full Gear, but I sense a heel turn.

Chris Jericho had a sit down interview. He vows to get revenge on Don Callis. Jericho states he has lots of friends and some of them are bigger than Will Hobbs. Who is the Ocho talking about? Paul Wight of course! Nah, that wouldn’t be it. Maybe it’s not size he is referring to but star power.

The ROH Trios Tag Team Titles were on the line as The Young Buck & Adam Page defended against The Hardy Boyz and Brother Zay. I’m not a fan of the ROH belts appearing on AEW. I don’t watch ROH, so I’m not following the journey of these belts. The Bucks and Hangman retained in a non-exciting bout. Before a celebration could begin, we cut to Swerve and Prince Nana breaking into Page’s home. Both men walk through the house. Swerve made his way Adam’s baby boy’s room. It was quite a uncomfortable moment as Strickland gifts the baby with his t-shirt. He vows that the baby will one day owe him something. This feud has become personal, and it must end in blood.

Hikaru Shida defended her AEW Women's title against Ruby Soho. Early on there was a botched cross body and from that point on the match never took off. There was a moment where I thought Soho was going to win, but that's as far as the drama took me. If the moves were tightened up, I think this would have been a solid bout. Toni Storm and her new butler, Luthor made an appearance on stage for an exchange of stares.

Orange Cassidy and Kazuchika Okada took on Bryan Danielson and Claudio Castagnoli in a very good main event. The crowd were behind Orange and Okada. The ending was odd tough. Bryan was left holding his face in a kayfabe injury while the BCC came to his aid. Things were getting tense as Hook and Best Friends came Oranges side.

Most of the show was setting up Full Gear and continuing stories. The wrestlers who ate the pins are kind of in purgatory. What do you do with The Hardyz, Ruby and Dark Order at this point?