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shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DONâT KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS âJUST THE WAY IT ISâ. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.
Where do you watch skam? I found it on google drive but i can't download it because " it has been downloaded too many times already"
idk when this was sent and iâm absolutely baffled that i never answered it bc genuinely wtf đđ in my defense i was like. 14. LMFAO but if you still want to know after all these years anon, i still (!!) watch it on all of skam (for anyone who is attempting to watch now in the year of the lord 2023).
i hope everyone continues to enjoy skam for years to come like i have. this show genuinely brought me so many good memories and skam france is my top skam remake.
when sebastian met charles he was a nineteen year old au pair, wondering listlessly around berlin like he was seeking out all the awful things the city had to spit at him. charles was painfully young, painfully naive, and hurting so much, it reflected in the way he did anything, breathing like every breath was a labor of resentment.
when charles met sebastian, he was a twenty nine year old computer engineer at an american company who stared at charles like maybe he had the answers to life. he was walking around berlin like berlin had something to prove to him, german accented by a generation spent in the valleys of america and the tenacious refusal to let his mother tongue die in his blood.
and then like the big bang, they expanded, from nothing to seemingly everything. in less than a week, maybe a slightly drug fueled week, sebastian was calculating how much it would cost to bring charles from berlin to san francisco with him. to break charles from the hold the grief had on his heart in that city, from the slightly abusive family he stayed with, and from his own certain death under the club lights and shitty edm.
it turned out all it cost was one TLC application and selling a little bit of his soul to the american public but thatâs the price heâd pay to get charles away from there, to make sure that the world could behold him in all his glory.
america loved charles, maybe even more than sebastian did. they loved his heartbreaking story, they loved his charisma, and they loved his dimples. god did they love his fucking dimples.
america also hated charles, maybe more than he did himself. they hated his quick snap anger, they hated his eye rolling and inability to tell sebastian what hurt because how do you say âcarve out every bit of hurt and thereâs nothing leftâ, and they hated how he wasnât some mary sue who magically recovered from a chemical dependence and the death of the three people he loved most.
america just plain hated sebastian. they hated his cockiness, they hated how he was just as quick to get angry as charles, and they hated how he always let charles get away with being the worldâs biggest brat to him.
but every time charles took his credit card to shop, all sebastian could think about was how much he loved that charles was smiling more. when charles snapped at him, all sebastian could do was snap back and be happy that charles was able to feel safe enough to be pissy with him.
america made charles into a brat, is what everyone claims. but it was less america and more sebastian, who indulged him at every turn. and if america truly made charles into a brat, spoiled, with rounder cheeks, more thickness in his pretty waist, and dollar signs in his beautiful eyes, then sebastian pledged his allegiance to america because he loved it.
when charles whined about how foggy san francisco was and how small their apartment was, seb bought him a town house. when he was unhappy about sebastianâs old (but trusty in sebâs eyes) prius, sebastian bought him a mercedes.
america hated that charles said heâd rather a ferrari. america didnât understand that charles was referencing an inside joke to his childhood dream of being a certified ferrari owner. nor the fact that sebastian promised to make him one.
america loved charles for what they could mould their image of him into, not who he was. they made him out to be a bratty, greedy, overly aloof and yet clingy temptation that caught the rich man he was dying for.
they never saw the actual inside look of sebastian and charles, of how sebastian held charles as he sobbed through his pain on the anniversary of the accident. how they had absolutely no hired staff to clean their house while charles lived like a prince, despite the snark redditâs claim to the contrary. he cleaned the house by himself, he paid all their bills and kept all their documents tidy, he prepped all the ingredients for seb to cook when he got home (after the disastrous attempt that was the ill fated Food Poisoning Of Their One Year, charles never cooked), he planned their vacations and their weekends, all around his appointments and doctorâs visits.
america wasnât interested in also learning about how charles had severe narcolepsy and PTSD. they didnât want the story of a disabled young man with only his husband as his friend. they didnât realize that the excess fog and darkness made his symptoms worse. that the prius was uncomfortable to sleep in for long car rides to his appointments, which seb had to drive him to.
they didnât realize that sebastian loved caring for charles, loved giving him the life he didnât get to have for a long time, that charles was so intentional with his spending of their money, that charles was undeniably spoiled but that he spoiled sebastian just as badly.
some people picked up on charles being a brat to indulge seb, that it was a game they played, a way for them to check on each other, and to get all their desires out without being afraid of repercussions.
charles made sebastian soften, made him slow down, take a break, and sit with him. he made sebastian take days or even a week off because he wanted to build a life with charles that didnât involve him always being away. he wanted to slow down, sniff the flowers, be intentional about his actions.
charles made sebastian want to have slow sex, the kind that stretched for hours, softening both their bodies like summer sun warmed taffy and filling them both with love.
he made sebastian want to maintain the planter boxes on their windows with all of charlesâ favorite flowers, watering them and giving them love and care, a visual of them. a visual of charles, blooming under sebastianâs hands and time.
charles made sebastian finally start living a life he loved instead of just existing in one he was okay with and for that, sebastian would do anything for charles.
sebastian first made charles want to exist, to see him at least one more time. then he made him want to live, want to actually stay awake to see life.
at first, america thought charles was in it to get to the states and be a sugar baby. then they thought he wanted to just be a kept man. then they thought he was an overly spoiled brat. then they realized that sebastian and charles were fucking insane enough to match each other and that maybe they were doing the world a service by keeping both of out of the dating pool because they were terrible, like a car wreck you couldnât stop looking at.
just read ur reply to my comment on to the victor and i genuinely cried a little!
but iâve had this need and biting urge to tell someone about this damn au thatâs been rattling in my brain so iâll shoot it to you bc i feel like youâd get the vibe
and thereâs so much more that my brain has concocted! but theyâre just like a mess on reality tv and charles is there as malibu barbie housewife and iâm hoping ur getting the vibes LMFAO
LISTEN I am OBSESSED with a reality show AU! Did @onadarklingplain, @officialmood, & I draft an entire scenario for an F1 Ultimatum: Queer Love season this morning? Was there a SPREADSHEET involved? Weâll never tell!
CHARLES IS THERE TOO!? I am tripping over myself running to this fic. Nothing I love more than an ensemble cast baybee! WHO ARE THE OTHER COUPLES?!
You know what else I love? ONE FAMOUS ONE NOT AUS! Iâm licking my plate clean!
PILOT MAX!!!! đđŁïžđŁïžđŁïž BAGGAGE HANDLER MAX!!!! đđŁïžđŁïžđŁïž I love him so much. I am wrapping him in my arms and cherishing him forever.
Also Iâm so obsessed with âvia fanfiction tropeâ and I think we need to normalize using this in full ass ao3 published fics. Stay tuned for me YOINKING this phrase to explain away why famous amnesiac Daniel will still be called Daniel and yet never google who he is. ITâS FANFICTION TROPE, PEOPLE!
thereâs also lando/carlos which has america very confused bc carlosâŠwantedâŠthatâŠNERD?
pierre and esteban are that one couple who everyone is convinced needs to divorce bc wtf are you all DOING! fighting and arguing and nobody understands why theyâre together but by god are they gonna make it last!
and then to round them out is perfectly plain oscar and logan. who are actually the couple that does divorce and then the reunion has the juiciest bombs dropped like âoscar was dming 27263636 different girls. bet he didnât tell you that!â and the host pulls up one of the girls on zoom and the rest of them r watching from the side with their jaws absolutely dropped.
Carlos and Lando met and Lando is justâŠso unprepared to be on tv or to be in a relationship so everyone is convinced theyâre not gonna make it. Carlos ends up going back to Spain after they had a big fight about where they would live/raise theoretical children plus lando like cannot and will not learn Spanish and everyoneâs like oh this is it itâs the end but then lando has a come to Jesus moment and he FLIES TO MALLORCA WHERE CARLOS IS HEALING WITH HIS FAMILY!! He shows up at their house and in the worlds whitest Spanish confesses his love to Carlos. (Heâs barely understandable and he accidentally tells Reyes he loves her instead of he loves her son but it doesnât matter bc Carlos is SMITTEN). The ratings on their reunion night are the highest ever.
Charles is Sebastianâs trophy wife. No I will not elaborate.
George and George: They were childhood friends who lost contact when Alex and his family moved to the us and they reconnect through COD. George comes for a visit and never leaves. Alex spends his days alternating between being awkward and being romantic while George is just trying so hard itâs almost too much?? But they make it work and theyâre so sweet everyone gets a cavity
Lance and Fernando meet on a sugar daddy website where Lance is the sugar daddy and Fernando the baby. Fernando is there for the money and everyone knows it but thatâs the way Lance likes it. Itâs his dads money heâs just spending it. Anyways they have an understanding and they do care for each other but the internet is obsessed over Fernando straight up telling the camera that his favorite part of Lance is his wallet. Cut to the producers telling Lance in a confessional and he gets the biggest smuggest shit eating grin while blushing and heâs like âwhat can I say I got a big wallet if you know what I meanâ. Theyâre the strongest couple in the shows history.
thatâs absolutely the relationship that they have! itâs such a train wreck and everyone is watching in genuine horror because there is no two people who are any less compatible than them but they stick it out because esteban is too prideful to admit that he made a huge mistake because heâs in love with pierre but come onâŠitâs them. like theyâre a full mess and itâs never gonna work but god does it make the worldâs best tv! they get their own spin off just because america wants to see this hot mess express crash.
the spin off is fully planned out to be itâs own little story because they are SUCH a mess like. the snark reddit pages are going crazy with the amount of drama that these two have.
sebastian vettel was a bastard. he was an absolute bastard and charles would let him know when he got back to HQ, that he was a fucking prick for setting charles up to fail like this. there was zero chance he didnât.
âpercival.â lando crackled over his in ear, shocking him from the absolute rage seething in his blood and into the current situation of sitting in front of him. âjust make your escape, mate. weâll reconvene and work out what to do next.â
charles hummed, his lips turning up as he looked back at the man in front of him, looking him over as if he was trying to appreciate the man in front of him and not attempting to calculate how he could get the fuck out of there. he mourned the work he had done for months to reel this man in, the hours spent sexting and sending digital nudes that he giggled over with lando just to get an in.
but this was obviously a failed honeypot plot and he just needed to cut his losses and use what he managed to glean from his suspect.
âah, Mathieu.â he simpered, his lips turning into a slight pout. âi need to use the restroom, but iâll be right back, love.â he tucked his napkin on the table, got up gracefully, and walked proudly to the bathroom, giving his hips just a little sway because he knew the other man was watching.
âcharles.â great. max was also watching his absolute failure of a mission through his glasses. he loved his best friend but he didnât love how he always managed to get the missions that didnât involve fucking old men digitally to get secrets from them.
he was a kingsman and he was giggling his way through dinner with some millionaire who was supposedly involved in some high level trafficking scheme just to try and fuck him and gain access to his house.
turns out, even millionaires are lonely and some even just pay others tons of money to sext them and go to dinner. who wouldâve known!
âmerlin, why is agent tristen monitoring my stream? and not at home with his loving husband and cats?â he hissed through his teeth, his lips quirked down into a frown as he looked at them through his glasses, adjusting his suit as he wiggled out the bathroom window.
heâs the second youngest kingsman agent, second to only max himself and here he was: wiggling his hips through a bathroom window to escape his atrocious date. how high class and gentleman of him.
âwell agent percival becauseââ lando is cut off by max presumably smacking him before coming over his comm and saying âdonât worry about it.â
charles knew that max wanted to watch how bad this date would go, that asshole. using his shit missions as his own personal entertainment.
âwhen i get back and iâm done kicking sebâs ass, iâm kicking both of yours too.â he whispered, furiously tugging his smoking jacket down to proper level in the back alley of the restaurant.
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âcharles.â charles hated when sebastian used that tone of voice with him, like he knew better than him. he did, but it still made charles huff and get frustrated. âi didnât set you up. i fully believed in your capacity to extract the information we needed. you already did. we just needed him to be tracked, but it would help if he had access to the information we need.â
charles crossed his arms tighter around him, lips pressed into a frown that he was willing to not turn into a pout. he wanted to protest that cases like these were below his pay grade and ability.
âseb.â he huffed âi spent months virtually making a relationship with this man because everyone assured me he had information we needed to access this ring. he is just a lonely old man who wanted company. the most he ever did was hire an escort who happened to be apart of this ring. i wasted months of my life on this project and now all everyone has to say is itâs a shame that he was a dud.â his pout came out, he couldnât help it. he was better than these stupid little projects.
charles joined kingsman and fought to the top of his selection pool to be a spy and to save the world and help people. and here he was, honeypotting and getting nothing as a result while people like max were diffusing bombs and saving the world.
âthatâs still valuable information gained, charles. thatâs still information that helps us.â sebastian tried to calm him but he was worked up.
âwhy does max get to do all these interesting things and lando gets to be cool tech support and carlos is currently under cover as a fucking billionaire ambassador in brazil but i have to honeypot and sleep with old men for lousy information that we couldâve gained by so many other means?â charles rolled his eyes as he uncrossed his eyes and gestured to the men in question who were just outside the door, listening in to hear their spat.
âwell-â sebastian started, but charles cut him off, hissing âif you say i am the prettiest agent, you will not like my reaction.â
he finished with âyou are the prettiest agent.â
tagging: post ur wip lines if you see this PLEASE!
1.) âdaniel!â max called as he clamored out of his seat.
2.) the ceiling of charlesâ student apartment was cracked, long and arcing.
3.) max could feel the cold down to the very core of his tiny body, only in a small jacket and some random sneakers his father could throw him in.
4.) Charles Leclerc had a blistering minor league career, moving quickly up the ranks to become the new star catcher on the Yankees roster in late 2017.
5.) it was so entirely disappointing how much satisfaction staring a furious doyoung down gave jaehyun.
âdaniel!â max called as he clamored out of his seat, crawling out of the window of his car, his helmet heavy on his head after a long stint. but it was over, he had taken the checkered flag, exhausted down to the bone after 24 hours of driving on and off, dozing off in between his stints in the car and watching anxiously on as daniel and charles drove their stints, battling for supremacy on the track. he was so tired that he was unable to sleep.
he sauntered his way over to daniel and collapsed into his arms, tears hot on his face as he gasped âwe did it.â pressing his helmet against danielâs collarbones, gasping as daniel pulled him close.
âyou did it, maxy!â daniel replied, holding him tight against his body, his hand pressing against the back of maxâs helmet, his fingers scrambling against the carbon fiber as max pulled away, pressing his forehead against danielâs.
âwe did it, daniel.â he replied firmly âwe won le mans.â his smile couldnât have been bigger than in this moment, with daniel holding him in his arms. he leaned in, hoping daniel could feel that he was kissing him through the helmet.
daniel kissed him back through the helmet, and he could hear the cameras clicking and going off as they had their moment. he pulled away, tears still streaming down his face as he realized that he had actualized his dream of winning.
max grasped his helmet and wrenched it off along with his balaclava, leaning back in to kiss daniel fully on the lips, his helmet in his hand and the other one on danielâs jaw.
this is where he felt most like himself, on the race track with the smell of fuel and oil filling the air and daniel beside him. he thinks when he dies, he wants this to be the picture everyone posts of him. in his race suit, helmet in hand, and kissing his boyfriend after achieving his greatest dream.
âmax.â daniel whispered against his mouth, max shushed him, pulling away with a huge grin. so maybe they just came out, who cares? he just won le mans.
âdaniel! max!â charles cheered, having finally pulled himself from the arms of that one mechanic for the porsche team that he was way too close to. he wrapped his arms around both of them, pressing all of their foreheads together in a triangle as he grinned at them, his green eyes watery still. âwe did it. oh my god, did we do it? we did it!â he sniffled as it hit him again, max presumed.
max wrapped his arms around charles, hugging him close as he whispered âwe actually fucking won this race, charles.â
charles grinned, dimples deep as he said âyes, we did. i think you made sports history also.â max shrugged it off, too elated to care about those certain repercussions.
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when the media asked him afterwards about kissing daniel, max couldnât wipe the smile off his face, even when they asked him very invasive questions.
âi think i was just doing what everyone else does when they win: celebrating with my partner, of course.â
he walked away from the media pen after that, searching for daniel as he tightened his race suit around his hips.
he spotted the other man sitting down by their garage, staring at their trophy with slight wonderment, feet bare due to the shoeys he made both max and charles do. he also dipped max and kissed him again.
if youâre going to do it, do it all the way was what he told max afterwards, both of them dripping champagne and beaming from ear to ear, pressed up against each other as charles watched on in half disgust and half amusement.
âhello.â max said as he sat beside the other man, laying a head on his shoulder. daniel smelt like stress sweat and champagne, slightly intoxicating to max.
âi canât believe i actually won le man with the love of my life and one of my best friends.â was all daniel said in reply before his cheeks started staining red hot with his tears.
max smiled, just taking danielâs hand and not saying a word.
âlove you.â daniel finally whispered, cradling their trophy in one hand, the other holding maxâs.
âlove you, danny.â max replied, looking up at him with softness in his eyes.
âletâs get home, maximus. iâm so tired.â daniel finally croaked, the emotions of the day and having been awake for over 24 hours finally tolling on him.
âletâs get home, daniel.â max replied, closing his eyes against his shoulder.
heyy, I loved the kingsman au!! i would read like 40k of that, I would love to see seb being a little shit just to see charles bitch at him đ„¶ loved noisy max as well! Iâm super curious if the relationship between seb and charles in this is purely platonic or is it going somewhere?? canât wait to read more đ„°
omg đ thank you. thereâs more being planned but iâve hit a sort of slump in my writing just due to like. general life stuff rn so this has been sitting for a few days, i do apologize.
some backstory for seb and charles in this au:
charles leclerc is not your typical rich boy from monaco, heâs a generational monegasque. his family settled on that coast hundreds of years ago and were lucky to build their little grocery store and home and stay in those streets that slowly filled with the worldâs elite wealthy. he was not one of them. his family survived, sure, but they were not rich by any standards, just the working class.
but he was valuable, with his citizenship and his familyâs generations of living there. it meant he blended in, he was just background noise to the âmain characterâ rich people. it meant he could slip in their pockets and get their money. it meant he heard everything going on in their lives and businesses. itâs amazing, truly, how happy the elite are to talk about their private matters in their ear pieces while looking at the aisles of specialty pasta his grandfather got from a special shop in Italy.
charles was too smart to not put this to use, to slowly manipulate the narrative and learn even more information, posting to anonymous sites about what environmental disaster this ceo was planning on attempting to cover up, how this sports star was having a disgraceful affair with his wifeâs best friendâs brother, where their money was actually going, what activities they were getting involved with.
itâs also amazing how many of these people donât turn their bluetooth on and donât use encryption on their information. how easy it is to duplicate their phones onto his laptop that heâs âjust using for inventory, papa!â and blast all over the web.
until, he accidentally duplicates the phone of a kingsman agent. of sebastian vettel, code name: Lancelot. until he scrolls through his information and is horrified by what he finds. until a strong hand is slamming his laptop closed, causing him to look up and see the man who he just saw in very interesting circumstances. his blue eyes amused as he evaluates charles.
charles is just a boy, at 19. sebastian doesnât know why heâs shocked that charles is just a kid, when thatâs the perfect cover for someone who has the ability to access information of the wealthy and blast it on the web like some internet vigilante, but also doesnât have the ability to effectively cover his tracks well enough that heâs made virtually untraceable.
sebastian felt like he shouldâve known; that speaks of someone highly highly intelligent, but also naive. someone who knows what power wields but not what the consequences are. sebastian, secretly, hopes that he never will learn those consequences. but he will if he doesnât come with him, because the wealthy hate their gilded world being revealed and theyâll be even less amused that it was that shy kid down at the local store.
charles feels like he just realized how fucked he is. when that handsome man tugs his laptop close and tells him he knows who he is, greets him by his alias âilpredestinatoâ. charles feels his world collapse in but instead sebastian, as he introduced himself (charles already knew), pulls him and his computer into a car and he says âcharles. have you heard of kingsmen tailors?â
he has, they have one down the road. heâs never been, itâs too expensive.
sebastian takes him there. puts him into fitting room three, and shows him the world heâs capable of taking, tells him what heâs intelligent enough to achieve. the agent hired before him, had only discovered one state secret that his father had failed to cover, and blew open a whole government regulated arms rings. seb tells charles heâs highly capable of being one of the best agents with his background.
thatâs if he can survive the tasks.
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charles is lucky that he met seb. because nobody elseâs mentor would help them but seb would help charles if he really needed it. maybe because seb was fond of him.
charles blows everyone else out of the water. charles blows even max verstappen out of the water, with how much he absolutely demolishes everyone else in his nomination class, how he scores high on every single task.
and when charles completes the final task and cradles his beloved bouvier that he affectionately named charlotte as she licks the tears from his face, he is looking right at sebastian to find sebastian looking right back at him, something more than the usual pride and mirth he usually finds in his eyes.
he sees a little bit of love and a little bit of need.
I've just read the kingsman au you posted here and i scream to my teddy bear. It's so perfect!! I could imagine along when i was reading and I love every detail you put there. Ofc, I'd be honoured if I have a chance to read some more đ„ș
And if my broken instinct is correct, at the end of the day, the relationship between Lancelot and Percival here is platonic no more? Ohhhhh đ
hmmmm i donât know, is it? was it ever?
but thank you so much đđ every single time someone asks me about my aus it makes me so happy and genuinely motivates me to write more and more about our beloved Lancelot and Percival!
charles thought honeymoons were supposed to be relaxing and fun. getting day drunk with his beloved and having sleepy slow sex after a afternoon nap in the sun that was pooling through their curtains, casting charlesâ husband in the most beautiful light that had charles rolling on top of him and taking him down his throat like he was a man starved.
and for maybe the first two days, charles got to relax, he got to sunbathe and get tanned. he got to have as much as sex as he wanted and wake up wrapped in the sheets with the man he loved most. until sebastianâs laptop pinged that someone involved in the outskirts of the mission he was on was nearby and suddenly, charles lost his husband to their work again.
to say that he was utterly unimpressed was an understatement, but when seb hit him with those blue eyes and a knowing grimace, charles rolled his eyes and let him do whatever he needed. sebastian had promised him he would only gather whatever he needed for his case and then would put his laptop away and spend the rest of their three weeks with him.
it had been three days of that, sebastian mining information and gathering intel while charles explored costa rica on his own. he couldnât even peel sebastian away from his duty to go down and get brunch with him, and it was seriously becoming a problem for charles. his own husband leaving him alone on their vacation for his first love: work.
by the fourth day, charles was pulling out the stops, straddling sebastian in only his button down and tight boxers, tanned thighs on display around sebastianâs hips. he purred in sebastianâs ear about how he wanted him, and then pouted as seb wrapped his arms around him, pressed a kiss to under his ear and said âlater.â before unwrapping one arm from his waist and going back to typing with one hand, the other holding charles there loosely. but it didnât matter he was fucking annoyed and just pulled sebastianâs arm from around him and went to jerk off in the shower.
by the fifth day, he was laid on the lounger by the pool as sebastian worked through the day (again), sipping his tequila sunrise and whining on his encrypted line to max about how seb was too wrapped up in work to even pay attention to him and do what newly married couples do: have copious amounts of sex and annoy everyone with how in love they are.
by the sixth day, charles was rearing up to pick a fight with sebastian over how he couldnât put work down for three fucking weeks to spend time with him. he was actually getting insecure, it was weighing on him. was he too boring for sebastian? too needy? he knew he could be a bit much, and in the worst, a total brat to sebastian. but sebastian proposed to him, soothed his fears about being too young and naive and stupid. seb was the one to approve both their leaves, to make sure they had enough time.
but when he got back to the room, cheeks hot with fury at sebastianâs gall to spend their whole honeymoon working and doing exactly what they could do in london, in monte carlo, in berlin, sebastian was waiting for him with a dinner spread and a look of repentance in his face, guilt seeping out of every pore.
he looked like a kicked dog as charles power walks in, his mouth already forming the words he was about to say when he stops in his tracks and takes in his husband, smiling sheepishly and then the dinner he set out for him.
charles ended up eating the dinner and getting the worldâs best sorry blow job heâd ever received. and seb had given him many over the four years theyâd been together.
on the seventh day, charles peaked over his mimosa at sebastian with a smile on his lips and a fresh mark sucked beneath his ear like they were teenagers.
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when they returned from their honeymoon, back in their bespoke suits, with charles positively glowing from his beautiful tan and sebastian nursing a peeling sunburn on his ass from a private beach romp, cringing every time he sat down, he had his case nearly finished. which meant he got to return home to his husband just in time to say âhoney iâm homeâ and see his favorite pair of dimples appear.
itâs one of those days for max. he doesnât really know why, he never knows why. all he knows is that the world is pressing down on him and heâs exhausted, his body already heavy even though he just woke up. his anxiety is already clutching his throat, squeezing down hard and then harder when he attempts to soothe it. it travels down to his diaphragm and causes everything to stop for a terrifying 1..2..3..4. he gasps. he sits up.
daniel already left for the morning, having to go off and deal with the little fires that seem to be popping up everyday on his new project. it just adds to the growing pressure in his stomach. daniel always knows when he wakes up like this, he always understands without max having to verbalize. without daniel, max feels like heâs already sealed within his walls and heâs left to rot.
thereâs a sticky note on maxâs phone when he picks it up to look at it, to doomscroll and add to his already terrible mood.
it reads: âlove u! left breakfast in the fridge 4 u. remember to take ur meds, plz.â max feels like a slight failure, his husband having to remind him to take his pills so he doesnât freak out (again) and end up hospitalized.
max gets out of bed, his body feeling like lead. daniel has been on a mission to get max eating twice a day, as his nutritionist recommended he bump up his meal count again, so he makes him breakfast and dinner every single day. max usually eats it. today he does not feel like eating it, so he forgoes it, the curling viper of anxiety just waiting to lunge.
heâll put it into tupperware to eat tomorrow. daniel will be sad that he didnât eat it, but heâll also probably be happy that max didnât hide it. heâs been working on that, not hiding when he hasnât eaten. his therapist said that itâs small steps on the way, but itâs big to not hide it. to be honest with his loved ones about whatâs going on in his brain.
the psychiatrist at the hospital that he was forced into told him that by lying and doing the things he does, he was acting just like his father. heâs been juggling that thought since then. heâs just like his father if he lies, heâs just like his father if he continues to not take his meds.
when he told daniel the psychiatrist said that, daniel flew into a rage because who says that to someone? but max internalized that. the last thing he ever wanted to be was just like his father and he feared turning into him.
max takes his pills out of the lion themed pill box, the ones that daniel dutifully puts out for him every morning and then locks the medication back up. his therapist also suggested they did that, so max wasnât tempted to overuse when things werenât going well in his mind. he hated the implication. he hated that she was right.
he throws back the three pills all together, washing it down with a redbull, chugging it so he can feel like it washed all the way down. at least he managed to do one thing today, which is always an accomplishment.
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daniel calls on his lunch, his voice cheery through the phone as max curls up their couch with sassy and attempts to finish his homework for his class. he has a pretty low grade in this class and feels guilty if he has to use anymore of danielâs money to retake it.
âdid you eat, princess?â daniel asks him after max told him what he was doing.
his silence was enough to answer for daniel but he allows max to take time to speak.
âno.â he admits finally. âi woke up feeling too anxious. i took the pills.â
daniel hums happily at that, walking past max not eating, which max is happy for. he reminds himself itâs just the little things. the baby steps to get there.
he hears someone come into his office and danielâs voice grows faint before he comes back on the line and tells max âi have to go, baby, but iâll be home before three! love you.â
max hums and says âlove you too.â before they hang up and he returns to his coursework, sighing in frustration at the fact that he couldnât figure out the problem that was being proposed to him.
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when max met daniel, he tried to hide everything that was going on with him, the raging mental health disorders, the serial lying, the eating disorder, the whole dad thing.
until one day, daniel looked at him, looked him dead in the eye and said âi know, max. you donât have fucking to lie to me.â and suddenly the curtain was pulled back and all of maxâs wounds were revealed to broad daylight and he hated it. but daniel didnât leave, he pulled max close and let him be honest, no matter how hard it was to hear.
daniel loved max and made max want to seek out help instead of desperation and clinging to a facade.
daniel made max promise to at least always be honest with him. max promised. daniel promised as well.
max only ever truly lied once after that and he was so out of practice with daniel that his husband picked up on it immediately. he saved maxâs life that night and when max woke up in the hospital, he figured that there was no use in lying to daniel anyways. he always knew.
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there was a psychologist that asked max if maybe he was holding daniel back, burdening him when daniel was so successful. he could have built a beautiful life and had kids by now with anyone else. someone able to hold a job, someone who graduated high school, someone who didnât have a diagnostic sheet a mile long.
max asked the psychologist why he wasnât worthy of that good life as well. but he couldnât help but let that conversation get to him. max was trying, but daniel was so wonderful and deserved that good life.
he asked daniel about it.
âmax emilian ricciardo-verstappen.â his eyes looked troubled âwho says you donât give me a good life? i knew what i was getting myself into the moment you walked into that club and spilled your drink on me. you give me the life i want.â and max let that get to him as well. because everyone always acts like daniel never had a choice. to date him, to love him, to marry him. daniel knew it all. and he still chose max.
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max was frowning at the stain in the sink when he heard the door open, the tub of âpink stuffâ being dropped as the lock clicked and startled him.
he picked up the tub and set it on the counter, digging through the sponge drawer for his handy orange scrub daddy to attempt to get the stains off his beautiful sink.
he leaned back against daniel when he felt the arms around his waist and the kiss to the side of his jaw, relaxing into his husbandâs arms as he continued to scrub at the sink, fighting the good fight against the forever persistent water, wine, and food stains.
âstill trying to get those out?â daniel teased. max rolled his eyes, turning to peak at daniel over his shoulder.
âi will get these stains out if itâs the last thing i do.â daniel just smiled at him, nodding like he believed him.
âoh absolutely, baby. itâs only a matter of time before you will them out of the century old porcelain. you got it!â he patted his ass and stepped away before max could turn and fully glare at him.
that was another thing his therapist suggested, for max to do something that he finds fulfilling. he doesnât think she was thinking of him finally getting those stains that have been bugging him since they moved into their house, but when he told her, she just smiled and asked him what heâs tried.
when daniel comes back downstairs, dressed in his workout clothes and holding his phone, max sets down his scrub daddy and says, loudly âyou said i couldnât work out if i didnât eat. so iâm of course not coming.â which meant that he really wanted to go.
daniel raised an eyebrow in his direction, his lips curling up as he asks âdo you want to come and watch?â max practically sprints to get his own workout clothes on, even though daniel wonât let him work out but he likes watching anyways.
daniel has a meal supplement shake in his hand for him when heâs back down, whistling at him in his sweats and baggy tee, which is cut down to his hips practically. heâs pretty sure itâs danielâs but he just threw on what he saw.
max chugs the shake and takes danielâs hand as they walk to the gym, swinging his water bottle on the way as they chat about the day.
max wishes daniel didnât have such an impact on his mood but heâs come to terms with it long ago when he realized that this was long term for them. so he tries to navigate as best as he can.
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when theyâre laying in bed, daniel tracing shapes on maxâs back, daniel asks him what he asks every night:
âhow was it today?â and max tells him honestly.
âi woke up anxious, thatâs why i didnât eat. i struggled with my class, and it made me very upset, of course. but going to the gym, eating dinner, and finally being able to orgasm made it better. i feel like today was a better day than last weekâs tuesday.â
danielâs fingers pause on his back and then resume, a small laugh falling from his lips as he looks down at max, whispering âiâm glad, baby. itâs the small steps.â
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