for in absentia bc all the in absentia asks are making me want more in absentia:
♡ pick a fic and I’ll pick a comment that made me really happy
▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line
and also
↻FLIP FLOP: send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV!
when daniel was playing the lute perhaps? 👹
[fic ask game] thank you for letting me spend more time thinking about in absentia, liza!!!
♡ pick a fic and I’ll pick a comment that made me really happy
so every single comment (and ask!) on that story made me sooo happy. I've said this before, but I feel so incredibly grateful to be able to write a verse that's like. pretty unhinged. but to have people pick up exactly what i was laying down and understand exactly what i was going for???? the greatest gift in the world. so gratitude all around, and i'll specifically thank odds, who like really got it. i've been rereading the most recent comment they left multiple times a day. I don't think it's possible to overstate how special it is to have someone that smart share their insights on your story. so yeah, that in particular, but truly every single comment was 🙌 perfection.
▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line
me scrolling through trying to pick a favourite that isn't just porn... let's go with: “So, well, I have a few Chuckerses and I choose the best one before each race. Sort of like seeing if they got a fighting spirit, and other things like that.” Because I really like Lando's serious consideration about whether or not a chicken has a fighting spirit.
↻FLIP FLOP: send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV!
here are 800 words of lando pov of daniel playing the lute (no specific warnings for this, beyond the general stuff for this verse.)
Lando’d had such a good time choosing the wood and discussing designs for the burnt embossing, that he was mostly satisfied to simply own the lute. They could mount it above the mantle and it would be a fine focal point in the den. But he hadn’t considered that it would be so unwieldy he wouldn’t be able to play it at all.
It had been some time since he’d attended music lessons: the whole two years that he’d been living with Daniel, but he was quite confident he still remembered how to play. His hands recalled the shapes needed to strum chords, it’s just that nothing sounded like it was supposed to. Even though he spent more time outdoors now than he ever had before, the calluses on the tips of his fingers built from playing regularly had softened, and just trying to tune the cursed thing was proving beyond Lando.
“You don’t want to tune it first?” Daniel asked, doing a poor job of hiding his wince.
“I did,” Lando said, annoyed. “I think it’s broken. It always sounds like shite.” He felt even worse about the whole thing now. He hadn’t imagined himself playing for Daniel, not in the way he’d been trained, but it had seemed like something he might be able to do, pleasantly, while Daniel was in the same room. Lando was sure it was clear to them both that the house needed more music.
There was a dissonant echo when the lute hit the table, further evidence of how disastrous the whole endeavour had been.
Daniel picked it up. Lando watched him inspect the fine burnt pattern: the one thing that had gone properly. Lando had discovered that he could simply inform Daniel about purchases he was making and be met with different variations of mild curiosity. He hadn’t asked much about the lute, so it wasn’t until he cradled it in his lap and started working on the tuning that Lando realized Daniel could also play.
“How do you know how to do that?”
“You know how,” Daniel said, staring unblinking down at his hands. Lando forgot sometimes how long Daniel had been in companion training for, especially now that he’d stopped trying to convince Lando that he’d had it so much worse every time he felt guilty about being a huge arsehole.
He knew how to tune it, and, after he’d tried to pass it back to Lando and Lando had asked for a song, he knew how to play that too.
Sort of. In his old age and all the years that had passed since he’d been a trainee, he’d forgotten the shapes of most of the chords. He kept scowling, and Lando wondered if he was grumpy about being asked to fill the role of the companion – there was no chance on earth that Oscar had ever sat and listened to Mark play for him. Lando felt a little thrill at his daring for making the request, and was quite sure it would be worth dealing with Daniel’s grumpiness afterward just to make this memory.
But Daniel, it seemed, wasn’t frustrated with being asked to play, but with his stumbles. He didn’t like making mistakes. The chord he strummed was more wrong notes than correct ones, the curdled clash of misplaced fingers. Daniel looked up and curled his mouth into an upside down horseshoe, the exaggerated pout of his lips. He stared straight at Lando like he was apologizing for not playing better, and Lando felt such a keen aching feeling that he didn’t realize at first it was affection. Daniel, sat with the lute Lando had commissioned, trying to play him a song.
His fingers were bigger than they should have been: swollen knuckles from past breaks, thick skin that was slightly less scaly now that he’d been stealing the salve Lando kept by the wash basin. He still had the hands of a mercenary, but they weren’t so gross to look at while he was making music. He kept readjusting and eventually strummed chords correctly. Lando felt his understanding shift as he realized he’d actually commissioned the lute for Daniel, even though he hadn’t known it at the time.
He rose and took a seat on a stool beside Daniel, where he had a better vantage. Daniel smiled, without otherwise acknowledging the movement. He liked when Lando chose to sit with him, and Lando liked that he never asked for it.
Lando used to entertain himself imagining a different world where Daniel had stayed a trainee, the satisfying meanness of daydreaming about Daniel being the one hurt and forced into obedience. But now, feeling tender at seeing Daniel’s vulnerability as he tried and mostly failed to play Lando a song, Lando realized for the first time that he was glad it had gone this way instead.
Emma do you think Scax is kind of like “I feel sorry for you” - Scotty / “I don’t think about you at all” - Max OR do you think Max is a little insecure about the Scaniel of it all OR a combination OR a secret 4th option?
i think like much of the max daniel (scotty) journey we ebb and we flow. sometimes we're in choppy waters and sometimes we're smooth sailing in the mediterranean
scotty 'i call him verstappen not max' james is the insecure one imo. can't look max in the eye, can't think about him for more than 10 seconds, can't call him by his first name even though daniel has accidentally moaned it a couple of times in bed. all a macho way of making max 'i dont think about you at all' feel inferior. but max doesn't. one of the coooreeee character traits of max is his unashamed confidence but also his unabashed support and love for daniel. max will stand on australian news and say daniel. i want to go on a date on your farm and ride bikes together and then nurse you back to health for 4 race weekends. but then there are moments where max kinda goes huh? why are u sleeping on his floor daniel. did he not offer u a bed? where max kinda goes well daniel must like him a lot if he will sleep on the floor for him. but then he gets his back up and is like but daniel must have his favourite pillow and his true crime podcast and enough blankets to keep him warm? max i dont think is ever jealous or insecure? i just he knows that he can do and be better for daniel than scotty ever could be. he's just gotta open up daniel 'woah just as friends though' ricciardo a lil bit more.
also. we must always remember. daniel has never attended a scotty james competition. but he has said 'if it can't be me, i'm glad its max'. that's the thesis.
(also we could argue that daniel has attended 0 of scotty's competitions but a hell of a lot of max's. but some will say that's just circumstances and not choice)
They’re all limbs, George and Alex - long, lean arms and legs that fold and fold and fold. Between them, Logan feels small, compressed; Alex’s weight against his back holds him pinned, the rhythmic movement of his body enough to empty all the air out of Logan’s lungs each time he gets pressed down into George.
Alex groans, says: “Fuck, that’s - fuck,” to George over the crest of Logan’s shoulder. George makes a shaky, keening sound in response, his hands tightening against Logan’s hips. It would be too much if they were both moving at once, but George is still, steady and firm underneath him. It’s Alex that’s doing all the fucking, his dick moving - almost impossibly - against George’s in the tight, slick heat of Logan’s body.
George makes that same noise again, more insistent, the shape of it rattling up through Logan. He strains up, offering his face up to Alex and Alex laughs, warm and familiar, and ducks down over Logan’s shoulder to kiss him. George’s fingers tighten on Logan’s hips again as Alex licks into his mouth. They’re so close to Logan’s face, heat radiating off them; even if he turned his head, he couldn’t make out any detail. Alex’s hips are still moving, a languid grind at an angle that makes it feel like his dick is buried somewhere deep in Logan’s stomach. His own dick won’t stop leaking all over George’s taut stomach, like they’ve fucked him so hard they’ve short-circuited him or something. Dazed, Logan clenches down, hears George moan lowly, like he’s been hit.
They’re always nice about it, when it’s over - Logan’s allowed to stay, when he wants, and they feed him and keep a toothbrush for him under the sink. Once, Alex had fucked him again the next morning, curled himself sleep-heavy around Logan and taken him lazily while George just watched, bleary-eyed, jerked himself off slowly. The ache Logan carries around makes it just as good, after - a sore kind of satisfaction, the tell-tale marker of having been useful.
Alex breaks the kiss and pulls back, nips at the shell of Logan’s ear as he goes and Logan hears himself make a stupid, breathless noise, hands clutching at George’s biceps involuntarily.
“Come on, Georgie,” Alex says playfully, sitting back and planting his big hands across Logan’s lower back, “Give it to him. Help me fill him up.” George says something slurred, the desperate edges of it lost in the crook of Logan’s neck, and his hips start to rabbit up. Logan hears himself make a shocked, high noise from far away and George’s hand lands heavy on the back of his neck, a steady counter.
“Good boy,” Alex says quietly. Logan doesn’t know whether it’s meant for him or George so he squeezes his eyes shut and lets it soak into him as Alex holds him down, buries his face in George’s hair as he comes.
you know like obviously i was very intimidated trying to think of what to write for your birthday and i was brainstorming with @onadarklingplain about what i should write for you (i won't share the list i was working from of things i think you love, as my second birthday gift to you hahhahah) and kay was like josh just got engaged! and i was like woah! and kay was like, what about roleplay where daniel makes josh do his proposal to him? and she meant josh and daniel directly, which would have obviously been amazing, but i thought max should be involved. so there's an alternative version of the fic where i listened to kay and it was a dosh fic proper.
(and then I said, and this is a direct quote: "It was so cute to imagine you two talking about the landoscar haunted house fic she wrote for me like wasn’t that fic the bomb dot com??? And then I pictured you guys being like “add a condom! She’ll love it!” And I did. I did love it.")
11: What do you like best about this fic?
i really like max threatening to get the map again, like in real life it would truly be my worst nightmare, but it's so cute to imagine if it's purely fictional. worse than having to listen to someone talk about golf, i'd say. like gun to my head, it you really made me chose.
EMMA what are max and scotty talking about at the beach 😳
LIZA they're having a daniel off. it starts off friendly, a 'hey mate how are you doing', a catch up. they both respectfully know they look after daniel in different ways, both think they're better at that respective job so they just start comparing notes, experiences. they're not trying to one up each other, but they are athletes, they are competitors, so ya know, topics such as how many times they've made daniel cum in a day, how many times they've cum inside daniel in one day, how many days they've made daniel wait and beg for it. all friendly tho. all soft mellow tones. friendly hand gestures. they're comparing notes so they can be better for daniel in the future. that's all. they're not both taking score in their heads. not at all.
