ok but in the mafia au… since max literally sees charles as his future queen/wife (my brain was MELTING every single time he called him vrouw 😭😭) do you think he’d teach charles self-defense + sharpshooting?? bc like… charles being charles would obviously be good at it. but now I’m stuck thinking about their sparring sessions and max just. having the hardest time controlling himself around an omega who’s both gorgeous AND capable of knocking him flat on his ass.
Hi Anon ⛓️💥
Mafia AU Part 1, Part 2
You lovely Anons always give the absolute best prompts and this one in particular?? Max finding newlywed Charles all alone in the garden, heartbroken after being ripped away from his family, and terrified of the family he’s been forced to marry into…
And Max capitalizing on this because he’s never let an opportunity go to waste. Carefully approaching the emerald-eyed beauty with whispers of their childhood, building trust on the decade old memories of the past, gently threading their fingers together and vowing you will never need to fear me schatje.
Max telling Charles he only wants to protect him.
Max telling Charles that the Omega is strong, brave, and more capable than anyone gives him credit for.
Max leading Charles to the shooting range, telling him that Charles will never be left helpless—Max will make sure of it.
And so begins their daily lessons. First at the shooting range, then daily workouts together, finally Max leading Charles to his private training studio.
Hand to hand combat.
Charles’s initial fear and reluctance—him physically recoiling at the thought of hurting anyone, but especially him hurting Max. Those little hands that look so dainty but are covered with old karting scars and roughened callouses on his palms press against the Dutch Alpha’s chest, big doe eyes peering up at him. “Please Maxie, I…I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I’m strong enough.”
And Max is silent. Observing.
Before he lifts one hand to Charles’s chin, tilting his head eye.
Sapphire and emerald.
“You are no shrinking flower, Charles.” His voice is soft but firm. “You are clever, resilient, and more dangerous than you know.”
He laughs, a wounded, bruised sound. “Dangerous? Me? Max, I’m scared of my own shadow.”
But the Dutch mobster doesn’t hesitate. He only takes Charles’s hand, pressing it against his heart.
The Omega’s eyes widen in shock. Outwardly, Max is poised, controlled, and completely unfazed.
But his heart beats—erratically, almost frenetically, like it was trying to escape out of his chest.
“Only you could do this to me, schat.” Only you could own me so completely.
Soft breaths, the sudden epiphany, Charles’s hand pressing down against that broad, firm chest.
He is not weak.
He is not alone.
The memory of courage—of daring, bold refusal—rises to the surface. You are no shrinking flower, Charles.
“Teach me.” He whispers, his own heartbeat fluttering. “I want you to teach me, Max. Only you.”
And so they begin.
Sparring sessions, Max correcting his stance, teaching him every trick he’s ever learned, whispering information rival mafia families would’ve paid millions to know. The first time they spar—truly spar, calculated punches and controlled movements—Charles feels exhilarated. There’s simply no other way to put it.
He uses his own body weight and inertia to his advantage, he’s able to keep Max on his toes, he learns what it means when Max says every fighting stance has a weak point and every blow gives you a window of opportunity to strike back.
And Max?
Fuck, Max is so aroused by the sight of his Omega panting above him, against him, beneath him. Lean muscles on his slim figure, bruises on his knuckles that Max bandages himself, that bright, slightly wild look in Charles’s eyes that Max remembers so vividly on the karting track that it distracts him, however briefly, and Charles seizes the opportunity.
He knocks the mighty Dutch Lion flat on his back and without hesitation brings a blade just centimeters from Max Verstappen’s throat.
“I win.” He smiles, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple.
Max can hardly breath—his blue eyes are as dark as the midnight sky, his cock hard, his breathing ragged.
Mijn vrouw, he practically roars with pride, mine. My bride, my Omega, my queen.
Charles lets go of the blade, dropping it inches from Max’s head.
The Alpha doesn’t even flinch.
“You won.” He agrees.
The air is heavy, so thick with possibility that it threatens to suffocate.
“Schatje.” Max dares to move one hand, dares to rest it against the dip the Omega’s waist.
Impassioned green eyes, burning with a fervor and fire that threatens to consume him, stare right back.
Unflinching.
“I will not be his prisoner.” He is defiant, daring Max to try and rebuke him.
But the Alpha only smiles, pleased and dangerous. “Lovely boy,” he murmurs, “you would go against your husband? The leader of the Penoze who could so easily order your execution?”
“Let him try.” He tilts his head. “I will not be his kept bride. A trinket for him to toy with at his will.”
“He has legions of men who will slaughter in his name.”
“And I have you.” Charles cuts in.
The words stun Max, wiping the amusement from his face.
“I have you.” Charles repeats, a little quieter. “Don’t I?”
How could he deny it? Max wants to laugh. How could he deny such a fundamental truth. “You have all of me, schat. Every last broken part.”
you noticed max when she first came to school but didnt really talk to her or anybody except your close friends until she suddenly started to hang out with you, she showed up to your house with her brother beside her, luckily your parents were out of town
the two were trying to ask you questions but it was more like they were asking questions at you, you just sat on your couch and rubbed you temples
"we can plan this a different tim.." the two had wide eyes and were staring at you and shaking their heads immediately trying to apologize to you, but once again, they apologized at you you got up and stretched "just get out please" the two look at eachother and sigh max gives you her number "we will be back tomorrow then" you sigh and nod aware this will be happening even if you just wanted to chill for the weekend
“I shot out a lightbulb again today.” Rosa dropped onto the stool next to Liz.
“Oh yeah?” Liz tried not to look guilty. Max had definitely been the one to blow that particular bulb out.
“I know Max isn’t himself right now but do you think he could teach me how to use my powers so that doesn’t keep happening? I’m scared I’m going to end up doing that in front of people. I didn’t even feel the electricity when I did that today.” Rosa fretted, twirling her hair nervously. “Also, did you notice someone left their underwear in the bathroom earlier?”
Liz cringed. “Actually, today was me and Max.”
“What?” And then Rosa realized what her sister was saying. “Oh! Good for you but gross!”
“I can still ask him to help you with your powers if you’d like.”
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A few days later, Liz was dragging a razor up her legs sitting on the bathroom counter in just shorts and a tank after dinner when Max appeared in her connected bedroom. Startled, she knicked herself and started to bleed.
“What are you doing to my legs?” Max asked, concerned.
All of Liz’s parts got excited at his possessiveness over her. “They’re MY legs and I accidentally cut myself because you scared me.”
Max pulled his shirt up over his head and stepped in between her legs, and gently took the razor from her hand.
“What are you doing?” Liz watched him move the razor toward her legs.
“Helping.” Max thought it was obvious.
“Should I be trusting you with a sharp object?” Liz sassed him.
Max smirked at her in response. His eyes stood on her as he rested his palms on her thighs, above the shaving cream below her knees. Liz wouldn’t mind if they have sex right there, but it would make a mess. Although it was right next to the shower and they could probably barely both fit in there. Max’s eyes dropped and he gave her thighs a squeeze. He’s focused on her vag peeking through the large leg holes of her sleep boxers.
Luckily, she got that waxed after their time in the Crashdown bathroom so he shouldn’t have any snarky comments. His eyes lifted, heavy with need. Briefly, Liz swore he’s just going to drop to his knees and shove his face in between her thighs. The lights flicker a couple times in warning before he released his grip on her thighs and lifted her shaving cream leg. Max rested the sole of her foot against the center of his chest. Liz is very confused until he lifted the razor and headed toward her leg. She tried to pull her leg back but he held her ankle tightly.
“Don’t you trust me? I’d never hurt you, Liz” The look he gave her made her toes curl. He was so sexy. She was in so much trouble. “I’m good at shaving. I bet I do less damage than you did. And if I don’t, I’ll just heal it.”
“Ha. Ha. You think you’re so funny.” Liz teased him then gasped as he pressed a kiss to her bare ankle below the shaving cream. Then he touched the blade to her leg and skimmed away the cream. Liz willed herself to stay still.
He went over her shin first, then lifted her leg to get the back of it. “You’re flexible, huh?”
Liz laughed, embarrassed. “Just one of my hidden talents.”
“Seriously, it’s sexy.” Max made another pass with the razor. Once finished, he tossed it in the sink and held a washcloth under the warm water in the sink. He then ran it over her legs to wash away anything left over. The spot where she cut herself was suspiciously gone. “I think I did a good job.” Max pressed a kiss to her ankle.
“You did great. Thank you for not cutting me.” Liz meant it to be teasing but it came out all breathy. He lowered her leg and stepped between her legs. He was still wearing sweatpants so Liz could feel him there but they were separated by layers of clothing.
Max ran his hands through Liz’s long wavy hair and gently tilted her head back. She expected him to go straight to tongue fucking her but he surprised her by gently kissing the edge of her jaw, then her chin. It was sweet and unexpected.
Liz closed her eyes and waited for his lips to touch hers. She felt his breath gust across her face- it smelled like cinnamon. And then, she felt nothing. Liz’s eyes popped open to find he had dropped to his knees in between her legs. He pulled her forward until she was teetering on the edge of the cabinet. It creaked ominously and Liz hoped it was securely bolted to the wall.
Max bit the inside of her thigh and sucked hard. When she gasped, he released her skin. He inched his fingers forward to her hips to pull her shorts and panties off. He dropped them to the floor then he nuzzled into her inner thigh, his scruff tickling her sensitive skin. He stayed like that, breathing heavily between her legs like he’s trying to compose himself, Liz had no idea why he was just kneeling there but he looked hot and it was building anticipation.
Max dropped wet kisses up her thighs until he reached the spot that brought her the most pleasure. The first clit lick was tentative but the second involved him curling his tongue and sent shocks of pleasure through her body. Liz moaned loud- the acoustics in the bathroom were killer. Max’s eyes lifted to hers and then he started to suck on her clit. Liz can’t even imagine how much practice he has had to be able to do that.
“Not as much as you would think.” Max teased her, disengaging just long enough to reply.
“I said that outloud?” Liz makes a baffled face.
“No. I can read minds.” Liz squeezed her legs together in warning and Max laughed. “I’m surprised you haven’t come yet.”
“Well, if you would stop talking smack and start licking… oh!” Liz lost her train of thought when he started flat tonguing her. She pulled his hair and started moving him to the rhythm and places she needed him. He nipped her clit and that was it- she was falling into a multiple orgasm. Her muscles continue contracting like they’re looking for his dick which isn’t there.
“Feel better?” Max asked but he had to have already known.
“Uh huh. Now what about you?”
“Liz! You know it is only 8 and I can hear you right? It’s all echoy in there.” Isobel knocked on the door. She was thrilled they were back together but she didn’t need to hear that. “I’m not coming in, because gross, but I don’t need to hear my brother doing that. It is my brother right?”
Liz flushed red and Max laughed. “Of course it is. Hello Isobel.” Max was covered in Liz’s fluids so he wiped his face off on Isobel’s decorative bathroom towel then hung it up where it belonged.
“I can’t believe that just happened. Maybe we should be doing this at your place?” Liz was so embarrassed.
“Yes. Definitely do your fucking at Max’s house.” Isobel snarked.
“Isobel!” Max hissed and Isobel laughed before they heard her walking away. “Come here. I need a little something right here.” Max tapped his cheek. He had a tiny dimple there and Liz wanted to press it- with her tongue.
Liz came back over to him and kissed his cheek then his lips. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You like it.” Max was cocky.
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The next day, towards the end of her shift, Liz’s phone buzzed with a message from Max.
Max: You want to come over and have a naked pillow fight after work?
Liz smiled. It sounded fun but she needed to toy with him a bit.
Liz: Is that a euphemism?
Max: Do you want it to be? I don’t know, we could order take out and hang out.
Liz was confused. Max was very clear that he wanted to be casual but that sounded like a date.
Liz: Since when do we hang out? I thought you said this was casual.
Max: Since now. Wear something easy to take off and come hungry. See you soon.
Liz bit her lip considering it and decided to go for it.
Liz: Ok. I get off in 20
Max: Yeah you will
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“Oof!” Liz was hit with a throw pillow as she walked into Max’s house. “Hey! No fair. I don’t have a pillow.”
“You’re not naked either. We’ve all got to make sacrifices, Liz.” Max teased her, whacking her one more time with the pillow for good measure. “What are you craving for dinner? You choose.”
“What about Italian? Eggplant parmigiana sounds so good right now.” Liz’s mouth was watering just thinking about it.
“Great choice. I’ll order in from Bella’s.” Max pulled out a drawer full of take out menus and started looking for the one he wanted.
Max called the restaurant and ordered Liz’s eggplant and spaghetti and meatballs for himself. The second Max hung up with the restaurant after ordering, Max has Liz pressed against his living room bookshelves with her face in his hands. His mouth crashed down on hers and his tongue slipped into her mouth. He groaned, deep and needy. Tiny pleasure currents zip through Liz’s body. They made out while they waited for the food to arrive. It was simple, but they finally had their first date.
Isn't Nathan's facial hair different as well? Looks longer? Oh I hope it doesn't mean he's going down a "dark path".
Yeah definitely a little longer than normal in that photo. Looks closer to how Nathan prefers it. Amusingly, as much as I'm more than willing to read too much into the hairstyle, when it comes to facial hair, not so much. The only thing I feel like we can track via facial hair is flashback episodes.
But...re: dark Max... I don't really think the show is going to go there fully. I think they're more likely to go there with Isobel or Michael. Isobel because of experimenting with her powers and trying not to feel helpless giving her a power rush... And with Michael if things are bad with both Maria and Alex...particularly if Michael feels betrayed by Alex at some point, I could see him falling in with some questionable aliens and gambling with the dark side that way.
I feel like when it comes to Max and the dark side they kinda went there at the end of the season with his control/consent issues while jacked up on lightning and dead Noah and the result was Rosa and DEATH. I think Max will have learned a lesson, or at least Liz will demand caution from him.
That being said though, if they do go down a dark!Max path, I am here for it. I don't think they'd let him go too far down that path, and I think Liz will always be there to drag him back to the light. The only way Max goes full evil is if Liz gets for real killed, IMO. Then we'd get a glimpse at vengeful Max.
I can just imagine Charles denying it with his whole heart that he was becoming an omega. He was an Alpha, because if he wasn't, how could he make his dreams come true? How is he going to win a championship in red? He refuses to believe it. But just in case, he tries to tell Max that he's done with the FWB thing they have.
"Tries" being the keyword here
And Max goes FERAL "what do you mean you're leaving me???" Charles is his. He is Max's Mate. He is Max's OMEGA. Charles leaving? He won't accept it.
So when Charles tries to leave. He teaches his omega a lesson. "You don't have a choice schatje, no matter how much you don't acknowledge it, you're already mine. Maybe if I put a baby in you, you'll learn your lesson. You are mine. My mate. My bitch. And most importantly, my omega"
And Charles has take it all. And he loves it. Racing, Cars, formula 1, the championship. All of it leave his head. The only thing in his mind is Max. His Alpha.
Love you Nina!! Keep up the good work 💙❤️💙
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Accidental bitching AU Part 1, Part 2
Let's goooooo, we are fully leaning into the Dark!Max narrative and I love it!! The obsessiveness? The unhinged devotion that transforms into blind possession? Max basically telling Charles, "This is what you want, this is what you were made for. My perfect Omega, my pretty little bitch, you aren't going anywhere."
And Charles tries to fight it but he can't—deep down, some twisted part of him loves it. Loves the way Max takes control, loves how he feels when he's on his back, Max pumping him full of cum, Charles's newly sprouted tits bouncing from the force of his Alpha's thrusts. Loves the way he's forced onto his hands and knees, loves how Max uses him as a hole because: "Good Omegas take what they're given."
Just imagine:
Charles, on his back, legs hoisted across Max's shoulders in a mating press. Bent in half, the Alpha fucking him full. That's when Max lifts one hand down to take hold of Charles's little cock.
"Gonna play with your clit now baby," Max snarls, fucking deeper inside Charles's slick, sloppy hole, "that's it Charlie, squeeze my cock like the perfect little slut you are."
Charles sobs, nails clawing down Max's back, leaving his own mark of possession on the Alpha.
"'m not a s-slut." Charles gasps even as continues to take Max's thrusts, whimpering each and every time a bolt of pleasure runs down his spine.
Max laughs—sharp and cruel. "Not a slut? Look at you, lying here, letting me fuck you raw. Using your tight little cunt and playing with your pretty clit—" Max flicks Charles's little cocklet, causing the Omega to howl with pain and pleasure.
"P-please Maxie," he cries, "can't—I can't."
"Shh, baby, shh," he soothes even as he fucks deeper inside Charles, almost determined to cum directly into his newly created womb, "I'm gonna make you feel good, I promise baby. Gonna fuck a baby into you, make you a mama, yeah?"
Charles sniffles, clinging tighter onto Max, hole rhythmically clenching at the thought of Max pupping him up.
The Alpha smirks, he can feel how desperate Charles is getting—how his body is priming itself for his Alpha's knot, ready to bend and shape itself for their future pup.
"Want it," Charles's voice is barely above a whisper, pussy clenching down around his Alpha's cock. "Want it, Alpha."
Max groans, cock swelling at the base, thrusts becoming erratic before he leans in, mouth latching into Charles's swollen mating gland—
And bites down hard.
Charles cums instantly, crying Max's name, while the Alpha forces his knot inside Charles's pussy, pumping him full.
Omg Nina, you got me hooked on your new mafia au. Can I please please please get a back story of when Lestappen we’re still children, and max reaction to the news that Charles gonna marry his dad🥹🥹🥹
Hi Anon ⏳
Mafia AU Part 1
Childhood
Ohhh Max and Charles's childhood could not have been any more different. Max, who grew up with every luxury and every privilege, but raised in a household where survival was paramount. Since the age of seven he's had to fend for himself because his father sure as hell wasn't going to care for him. "Everything I have given you is a lesson for you to learn." Jos used to say. "And you will learn—otherwise you will crumble. And I have no use for failures."
And then, in a tiny principality off the south of France, was Charles. Ferociously talented, bright, and beautiful, he lived in a family that had little money but was raised in so much love and happiness that he simply bloomed under all that adoration.
It wasn't until he was around 13 years old that he met Max Verstappen. Both of them at the very top of competitive karting—Max who karted because his father insisted he needed to learn endurance, resourcefulness, courage, daring, and how to handle pressure even when he felt like he was being pushed to the limit. Charles karted for the sheer love of the sport—and because he drove as easily as he breathed.
Max saw the young Omega first—cheeks pink in the winter cold, dressed in an old coat, but whose beauty was angelic. Radiant. Far outstripping his modest clothes and well-worn karting gloves. He smiled like he'd never known anything else but the purest joy, he pouted with sweet petulance, and he enraptured the young Dutch scion then and there, without even a word being spoken in Max's direction.
Charles later recognized the stern faced and recalcitrant Dutch teenager a few days later, at their next karting tournament. Max won—he won very often. And the only times he didn't win were because Charles beat him.
The Alpha was always there, hovering in the periphery of Charles's gaze, constantly looking at him with those inscrutable sapphire eyes. He spoke clinically and sharply, with no room for kindness.
But the one time he spoke to Charles (before everything collapsed, before his papa passed and the debts rose to the ceiling), Max had been soft. There was no other word for it. He'd knelt down by Charles's side, wordlessly producing a first-aid kit that the younger boy had hesitated to take.
His palm was bleeding. The well-worn race gloves had split halfway through the race and Charles drove with the roughness of the steering wheel cutting into his palm.
In the end, Max had opened the first-aid kit himself and took out the antiseptic spray. "It will sting," he warned, "but you are strong. And the pain will fade."
Charles blinked up at him, surprised by the warmth in his voice. "Thank you." He'd said, very quietly, eyes downcast.
Max hesitated. "May I touch you?"
It was such a simple question but something about it felt profound. Charles hadn't known it at the time, but the gentle way he'd taken the other boy's hand and laid it on his bird-thin wrist, encouraging Max to wrap his fingers around Charles's delicate hand, had cursed and blessed the Omega in equal measure.
From that day forth, there was no law Max wouldn't break, no crime he would not commit, for the honor of calling Charles Leclerc his.
The Engagement
And when the engagement is announced? So many years down the line when he and Charles have not seen each other in person? (Max has seen Charles though, through surveillance cameras and stolen photographs—he's kept Charles at the forefront of his thoughts. His beautiful boy, his future wife, the Omega Max would one day marry.)
Rage. Furious, blinding rage had threatened to kill Max right then and there—threatened to strip away his good sense and pragmatic mind and leave behind nothing but a beast who roared. Wrath and possession thrumming through him.
You can't have him, he wanted to snarl at his father—at his commander and executioner, he is mine and you will never, ever have him.
Jos doesn't know it yet, but on that day he signed his own death warrant.
Because Max Verstappen has waited all his wretched life for the chance to have Charles Leclerc. To sink his teeth into his mating gland, to have the Omega's own teeth cut into Max, flesh and sinew, until they were bound together in blood.
He would sooner burn down the very empire he was set to inherit than live one more blasphemous day without his love by his side.
Liz startled when she woke up the next morning to Max awake and staring at her. Laughing, she asked “What?”
“You looked so beautiful and peaceful. And you said you loved me.” Max moved a wayward lock of her hair behind her ear.
“I do.” Liz whispered.
“Do you Uh, do you want a drawer?” Max asked her quietly.
“A drawer?” Liz wasn’t sure where he was going with this.
“Yeah. For when you sleepover. A drawer.” Max fidgeted nervously while she just gaped at him. “You could put clothes in it. Oh! And we can get you a toothpaste that doesn’t make you gag every morning like the cinnamon one does.”
Liz laughed joyfully. “Ok. Let’s start with a drawer.”
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One month later, Liz dropped onto the couch next to Max with a bag of Funyuns and put her feet in his lap. Max leaned over and peered inside the bag. “What the hell are these things? Why do they smell like BO?”
Liz rolled her eyes. “They’re funyuns. Look! You can put them on your fingers like giant rings.”
Liz wiggled her fingers with their dried onion ring chips on them at him. Max just gaped at her, so Liz nibbled one off her finger and made a sound similar to the one she made when she was in the throws of bliss. Max stared at her mouth watching her chew. Liz swallowed, then took a sip of her diet cherry coke. As soon as she set her glass down, Max tackled her crunching the chips under her. Liz didn’t even realize he had gotten his knee between her legs until she rubbed against it.
Max pressed his lips to hers, sniffing her. He backed off giving her a stink eye. Then he went in for another kiss, a little longer than the last one. He sucked on her lip, running his tongue along it then pulled back again. “Funyuns?”
“They’re the best. Me and Rosa always used to get them at the gas station when we were younger.”
Max went back to kissing her and slipped his tongue in her mouth. After a few seconds exploring her mouth with his tongue, Max broke the kiss and shook his head. “Nope. You need to brush your teeth. That tastes awful.”
For all his complaints, Max was still grinding against her. She felt how hard he was. He couldn’t have been that effected by her breath. “Just try one.” Liz wiggled her last Funyun clad finger in front of his lips. Max leaned closer and sniffed it, his nose wrinkling. “Just eat it.”
“I’d rather eat you.”
“You’d rather have vagina breath than onion breath?” Liz arched a dark eyebrow at him.
“If it’s yours, yes.”
“Open your mouth.” Liz giggled, pressing the Funyun on the end of her ring finger against his stubbornly closed lips until it broke and showered her in crumbs. Several of the crumbs landed below the deep V of her rose colored T-shirt.
“Oh! Look at that. Your shirt is dirty, it needs to go in the laundry.” Max snaked his hand under her top and pulled it up over her head. Liz laughed under him in her bright yellow bra.
“I thought we were going to watch a movie?” Liz shook her head at his antics.
“We could make our own.” Max wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. Max pulled his blue shirt up over his head so they are both topless. “You make me happy, Liz. I love you. Maybe it is time for us to talk about you moving in.”
The sudden change in topic from funyons to what was definitely headed towards couch sex to him finally declaring his love threw Liz. Baffled, she furrowed her brow in confusion. “You mean you want me to live with you?”
Max licked his lips nervously and nodded. “You sleep over here every night anyway. You only go back to my sister’s house any more to get clothes. It just makes sense. And I mean, you already have a drawer.”
He’s being so matter of fact that Liz couldn’t decide if he meant what he was saying. “Because it’s logical or because you want me here?” She asked.
“Because I want you here. Unless you’re not ready. You can just have some of your things here, your father’s and Isobel’s if you want to.” Max looked a little unsure of himself.
“You’re positive you want me, all my things, and my Funyuns in your space all the time?” Liz eyed him speculatively.
“I will deal with the Funyuns if it means you are here all the time.” Max kissed her lips tenderly. “It’s nice knowing you’ll be here when I come home.”
“You just like it when I meet you at the door naked when I beat you here.” Liz teased him.
“That is the best way to come home- except for that time Michael was with me.”
Liz cringed. “He really got an eyeful.” All she had been wearing was a ribbon around her neck, tied in a little bow. Maria had given her shit for weeks. As soon as Michael had left, Max had had her put the ribbon back on and banged her until they were too exhausted to go any more. He did not like that his brother had seen his girl naked- at all.
Max growled. It was sexy and a little vulnerable because he knew she was toying with him. “So you’ll move in then?”
“Of course, Max. I’m so madly in love with you.”
“I love you, too. You’re the most beautiful thing about my life.” He answered her.
Everything about her life with Max was intense, from the sex to the way they love each other. They had saved each other's lives and fallen in love again three times. Liz kept waiting for the feelings to fade but they never do. If anything, they grow stronger. Being with Max was like the first and last bite of her favorite dessert- full of giddy anticipation and satiated bliss. Whether they would be that way forever, Liz could only hope. But for now, they are ravenously in love.
The next morning, Liz woke up with Max’s arm heavy across her middle and with his breath puffing against her cheek. She stretched then turned towards him with a smile. “Hi.”
Max kissed her nose. “Good morning.”
Liz shifted her legs across the blue soft sheets. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did. What are you up to today?” Max asked Liz as she slipped out from under the covers to head to the bathroom in just one of his T-shirts. It was huge on her and the hem hit her knees. He heard her mumble something about cinnamon being gross then she came back into his room brushing her teeth.
“Uhm, nothing really. I promised Rosa I’d ask you to help her use her powers because she thought she was the one to blow out the bathroom light in the Crashdown.”
“Oh. No. That was definitely us. Has she tried turning a lightbulb on by herself yet? If she can master that, she will get a better feel for the electricity.” Max stretched out with his arms over his arms over his head. He was naked and the covers were pooling around his waist.
“No, as far as I know she has just shorted out all the electronics she has touched.” Liz climbed back into bed next to him.
“I used to do that. I’ll trade a favor for me teaching her. We could do that today if you want to.”
“What kind of favor?” Liz ran her hand down Max’s bare chest.
“One where I get your mouth- here” Max said, dragging Liz’s hand down towards his erection.
She fisted it and pumped him a few times before looking away shyly. “Deal.”
Max kissed her nose. “Good. One more round then let’s go see your sister.” He pulled her closer and rolled her underneath him to the sound of her breathless giggles.
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Max and Liz went to Costco to buy a 50 pack of lightbulbs for Rosa to practice on. It had taken Max dozens of practice lightbulbs to master using his powers when he wanted to and leaving electricity alone when he didn’t. Of course, back then all it took was Liz smiling at him or tossing her hair in his general direction to knockout the electricity at Roswell High. Liz had always been his kryptonite. Teaching Rosa would be complicated by her mood swings. Learning to be even keeled would be a challenge for her- but an important one.
After buying a pack of lightbulbs, Max and Liz headed to the Crashdown to pick up Rosa. It was a bright sunny early summer day, but not yet too hot outside. It was warm but comfortable. Liz texted Rosa that they were there to pick her up and 5 minutes later Rosa stomped out of the Crashdown wearing dark holey jeans and a Nirvana T-shirt with combat boots. “Let’s get this over with.” Rosa grumbled, plopping into the back seat of the Jeep.
Max maneuvered the Jeep back onto Main St, headed out towards the desert. “When I first hit puberty, I eventually shorted out every electronic in the house. My parents had the house completely rewired- twice. I finally managed to get that under control and then I’d see your sister and I’d lose it” Max smirked and glanced at Liz. Liz flushed under his gaze. “Remember that pink fuzzy sweater you used to wear? I don’t know why but no lightbulb was safe when you wore that. And oh god, sundress season.” Max got a dreamy look on his face.
“Gross. I don’t want to know anything else about alien puberty.” Rosa wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms over her chest.
“The point is, if you can keep your emotions level no matter what is going on around you, you can stop shorting out appliances. When your blood pressure rises in response to an outside stimulus…” Liz started.
“How am I supposed to do that when my emotions do what they want?” Rosa fretted. Her bipolar was going to make this learning process more difficult- especially when she was manic. When she was depressed, she didn’t really feel anything. But when she was manic, she felt everything too much. And every morning, she woke up not knowing what her behavior would be like that day. It was exhausting.
“You feel the electricity skim up your spine before you lose it right?” Max asked, pulling into an abandoned stretch of desert with no houses or people in sight.
“I guess.” Rosa stepped out of the Jeep following Max and Liz to a spot a ways from the Jeep.
“So let’s try lighting the lightbulb without exploding it.” Max handed Rosa a lightbulb. “Focus on your emotions, on keeping them steady then release just enough emotion to turn the lightbulb on. Like this.” Max concentrated and lit up the lightbulb in his hand easily. He had had a lot of practice doing this over the years.
Rosa took a lightbulb out of the box and concentrated but nothing happened. “This isn’t working. This is stupid.” Rosa’s frustration and anger got the best of her and she jumped as the lightbulb burst in her hand.
“Let’s try it again. Focus on what you’re feeling and tamp it down until you are ready then slowly release it.” Max watched Rosa carefully, smiling when her bulb finally lit up. Liz slipped her hand in his back pocket and squeezed, surprising Max. His lightbulb promptly exploded and Rosa’s lightbulb flickered ominously. “Liz! Hands!”
“Sorry.” Liz pulled her hand out of his back pocket.
“Elizabeth, really?” Rosa jumped as her bulb cracked down the middle.
“We’ve got dozens more. Here, take another one and try again.” Max handed Rosa a lightbulb and crossed his arms patiently. “Concentrate on the way you feel, suppress it to keep the lightbulb from exploding it. Then gently release it.”
Rosa did what he said then beamed as her lightbulb finally lit up. “I did it!” She exclaimed excitedly, then jumped as a spark of electricity climbed up her spine and exploded the lightbulb.
“Good emotions are sneakier. They creep up and can cause just as many problems. Let’s try it again.” Max once again handed Rosa a new lightbulb. He didn’t have anything better to do that day than teach his protege.
“This is so bizarre.” Rosa easily turned her lightbulb on that time, and beamed as it stayed on. And then her phone buzzed in her pocket and distracted her, causing the bulb to shatter. “Ugh! I’m too ADD to do this!”
“You’ve almost got it. You just have to keep practicing. Again.”
“Do I have to? No one else has to do this.” Grumbled Rosa waving a bulb in the air. It quickly shattered, just leaving the metal parts.
“We can’t just keep buying new appliances, Rosa. It’s getting expensive.” Liz tried to appeal to her sister’s logic. “Speaking Of Which, Max, I bribed Rosa to come here with a new boom box.”
“I have to go shopping too? Oh, you’re going to owe me.” Max teased her.
“Fine. One more time then we go to Target.” Rosa took another lightbulb from the box, concentrated and managed to light it up for 30 seconds before it flicked and exploded.
“Good! That’s really great for a first try at training.” Liz bounced and clapped. “Thank you for your help, Max.”
“Sure. Just don’t tell anyone that I can be nice.”
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Max was strangely absent the next few days after the day he spent with the Ortecho sisters. Liz tried not to take it personally but she was concerned. He had not been away from her this long since he had come back from the dead. The poems had also stopped. And then she got an ominous text from Max that evening just as she got off work.
Max: I need you.
Liz: What’s going on? Like for help or…?
Max: Please just hurry.
Liz: You’re scaring me.
Max: I’ll tell you when you get to my place
Liz grabbed her keys and pulled on her ballet flats to head out the door. By the time she arrived at Max’s house, she had herself all worked up thinking of all the things that could be going wrong. What if his pacemaker wasn’t working? She thought he had moved past hurting anybody but what if he hadn’t? When she pulled up to his house, he came quickly out of the front door to meet her around the hood of her car.
Max lowered his mouth to her ear. “You came.” Max crushed her to his chest while Liz tried to figure out what was going on. He was acting very intense.
“Max?” Liz questioned him quietly. He tilted her head back, taking her mouth with his. He thought Liz tasted sweet, like chocolate. She stopped trying to figure out what was going on and gave in to the kiss. Max definitely had his tongue in her mouth and his hand on her ass pulling her closer.
Finally pulling back, Max rumbles out a quiet. “Hi.”
“Hi. Max?” Liz breathlessly searched his eyes for a sign of what was going on.
“You actually came.” Max leaned his forehead against hers.
“Well, I mean not yet but at this rate I probably will soon.” Liz laughed nervously.
“Liz, I almost killed a piece of shit at work today but when I started to do it, I worried about what you would think of me. What does that mean? Like I like you but I don’t understand the caring part. You’ve crawled under my skin and I think about you all the time.” Max rubbed his chest, disturbed by the weird ache. It wasn’t due to his heart surgery- it was something else. Max rubbed the spot harder with a furrowed brow.
“Max? Are you okay? Is something wrong with your heart?” Liz was concerned about him. He was acting strange.
“Yes. It is feeling things and I don’t like it.” Max wasn’t sure he would be able to calm down until he was grounded inside of her. Max took Liz’s hand and led her into his house. He guided her to his room while Liz played with the worn strap on her purse nervously. Her eyes widened at his expression. He looked almost feral. “I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight because I need you.”
“And here I thought you just needed me for a little snuggle and a nap.” Liz smiled at him. She meant for her words to come out snarky but they are soft. “We don’t have to sleep. What do you need?”
Liz took three steps into the room followed closely by Max. He advanced on her, like a predator and she took a cautious step back until her back hit the bed. Max’s eyes were fiery with lust but he also looked angry. His fists were balled at his side. He flexed then released them when he caught her looking. Max looked like he’s about to lose control and Liz was excited- and a little wary. She could feel his tension crackling in the air.
Liz’s gaze moved up to his eyes and she got trapped there. He was watching her like a panther or something. He leaned closer and his tongue slid across his lower lip hypnotizing Liz. She followed her instinct when he got closer and pounced him like a cat. They fall backwards onto the bed with an oof. He palmed her ass with one hand and pulled her back to his mouth by her hair with the other one. “I need you to ground me. Okay?”
“Okay.” Liz frantically started undoing the buttons on his shirt while he unceremoniously ripped her panties right off from under her dress. He needed her too much right now to worry about getting all of the clothes off. Max undoes his belt buckle and slid his belt out from his belt loops. He snapped it against the comforter and Liz eyed it warily when he didn’t just drop it there. “I don’t do spankings with belts.” She warned him.
“What if I do?” Max slid it ominously against his palm.
“Then you can hand that over and I’ll do my best not to feel bad about beating you with it.” Liz tried to say it with a straight face but ended up giggling.
The heavy mood dissipated and Max smiled. “Don’t worry, that’s not my thing. I’m more into pulling your hair.”
“I know, I like it.” Liz pressed her palm against his cheek and felt his jaw jump under her hand. “Are you okay?”
He turned his face toward her hand. “Yes. No. I don’t know. I really needed you here and you came.”
“I’ll always come when you need me, Max.”
Max ran his hand up her bare sternum, his thumb sweeping up and down along her throat nervously. “I need to be inside you right now.”
“Okay, Max. Then that’s where you should be.” The desire in Max’s eyes was a direct contrast to every tense muscle in his body. It made Liz want to ask more questions but she wasn’t sure he could handle any more truths for the day. And so she spent the night comforting him the best she could with her body.
