51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?
I will read pretty much anything, most ships, most characters (drivers from 2021 onwards), most tropes going. I, however, pretty much write just omegaverse/mpreg as it’s my comfort zone. I very much read smut but don’t really like writing it (I have dabbled in smutty f1rpf, but not as much).
75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn't expect?
from the ashes, I remember posting that before I went to an eyelash/brow appointment, so I didn’t check my phone for like 2 hours. When I was walking home from my appointment I had to try my hardest not to cry at the influx of nice comments because my lashes were freshly done. The power of comments is crazy as a writer.
12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?
I used to outline my fics so much that they never got past the planning stage cause I burnt out before the writing could begin… the amount of excel spreadsheets I have with calendars and timelines is a bit much 😅 I do have random scenes written out as part of the outlines but because I planned for them to be apart of something bigger I can’t bring myself to do anything else with them just in case inspiration strikes.
13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?
When I wrote from the ashes I listened to City of Angels (by Thirty Seconds To Mars) so much it made its way onto my shared Spotify wrapped with my brother and I had to make up an excuse for why it was there… but other than that I normally listen to music for title inspiration because I really struggle with that and lyrics are a good option for me.
wrote this on the train to meet @33max whilst some guy was having an grown up teams call across the aisle
have some more, much angstier, pregnant wag omega!daniel, directly follows on from this 522 words
Daniel doesn’t know how to feel, waiting for Max to get back from whatever shop he can find that sells pregnancy tests. He doesn’t even know what time it is. Watching Max drop his keys and forget his wallet on the way out makes Daniel feel better – that this is a big thing to be anxious about.
Max finds him in the same seat at the breakfast bar when he gets back with a paper bag in hand, Daniel doesn’t think he’d have made it safely to the floor with his wobbling legs. Both of their hands are shaking when Max helps Daniel to the bathroom.
It’s awkward between them in a way it hasn’t been since they first started courting, they’ve been together long enough now there’s nothing sacred, sharing the bathroom is a daily occurrence. Now Max asks if Daniel wants him to leave whilst he pees on the stick, and Daniel doesn’t really know the right response. So, he kind of just shrugs his shoulders noncommittally, lets Max decide because he can’t focus on more than the plastic in his hand.
It’s over in minutes, and that feels almost anticlimactic considering how stressed Daniel has felt since speaking to the doctor.
When they turn the test over, Daniel holding it carefully in his hands because it really is a bit gross to be touching a stick covered in his own piss, it takes a moment to register what they’re seeing.
Daniel thinks Max understands quicker than he does with the way the arm tightens around his back, it takes him a moment longer to process that there’s only a single line on the test.
“What does this mean?” Daniel questions out loud.
“It’s negative,” Max says carefully, unable to read how Daniel feels.
“I get that but how?” Daniel stands up abruptly from where they’d perched on the edge of the bath. He throws the test across the room, so it bounces off the closed toilet seat.
“What does this mean?” Daniel yells this time, and Max is perplexed, unsure of how to navigate all of Daniel’s outpouring emotions. They haven’t even talked about if Daniel wanted to be pregnant even though he’s not.
It’s fine, Daniel tells himself. But it’s not fine, he had convinced himself he was pregnant, it explained everything, all the things he’s been feeling, the need for solitude, the warring emotions that made him feel like tearing Lando apart or like things were going to end with Max. It made sense.
Now he’s in limbo, nothing makes sense, not in the slightest.
Turning back to Max, looking at his Alpha and the concern and barely concealed disappointment, maybe that’s what he should be feeling. Since Daniel can’t seem to regulate anything, let alone his goddamn fucking emotions, he shuffles back to Max, drops his weight onto the Alpha, knowing he’ll catch him.
Sliding onto the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, Daniel lets himself listen to the sound of Max’s strong and steady heartbeat under his ear, curling into strong arms thinking about the time they’ll get to hear the heartbeat of a pup.
I found the first paragraph in a folder called Pregnant WAG Daniel and don’t think the original idea was this angsty, but have a lil omega!daniel (McLaren era)… 612 words ao3 sequel
Daniel thought he had it all timed perfectly. He needed to stop his suppressants a few days before the race in Hungary and his twice-yearly scheduled heat would come whilst they were on summer break. Instead, he has the first breakthrough heat since his teen years once they arrive home after another disastrous race.
He calls his mum a few days after it passes, and she wonders out loud if it’s stress. Of him on the verge of losing his fucking seat, she leaves unsaid, but he hears it all the same.
He sulks all day after that, still cranky from the hormones and the fact Max is gone for the day.
The Alpha coming home doesn’t make things better, the smell of Christian and Checo sitting as a heavy reminder in Daniel’s gut of all the things he doesn’t have.
Things go from bad to worse.
He picks fights at home because he’s losing on track. On the few occasions they have free time, Max spends it at Lando’s, which adds to the betrayal Daniel feels. Not only do his team prefer the younger Omega, but his Alpha does too.
Just when Daniel thinks things can’t get any worse, and it does, Zak finally has the decency to tell him that he’s sacked; the payout figure makes him feel sick.
And the sick feeling doesn’t stop.
For weeks, Daniel doesn’t feel like himself, everything is in overdrive, his instincts are on high alert, everything around him is a threat. And the sick feeling is still deep in his stomach. He only leaves the safety of his nest when absolutely necessary and spends more time in his driver's room than ever before.
Then everything comes crashing down around him, and the only saving grace is that there aren’t any cameras around to capture the moment he screams at Lando and puts his fist through a wall. Michael drags him out of the garage, recoiling when Daniel snaps at him, baring his teeth, manic and feral.
It takes both Blake and Michael to herd him to the medical centre, worried for his mental state, as much as his swelling knuckles.
Finally, he speaks to the doctor that the FIA hired as a PR stunt to tell the world that they care about their Omega drivers, and things finally make sense. They discuss the symptoms and the crazy things he’s been feeling and Daniel leaves with a new weight settling on his shoulders.
The fierce anger has fizzled out, the flame extinguished, but his pride has taken a hit, and he refuses to return to McLaren for the debrief.
He’s a block of ice on the flight back to Monaco, won’t let anyone, not even Max, touch him. That night he curls up in his nest alone and it’s awful.
There’s a frosty start to the next morning, he shakes his head when Max pushes a coffee towards him, and Max huffs, readying to leave again. This time Daniel stops him, a gentle hand on Max’s forearm in case the Alpha doesn’t want his touch.
“Daniel, what is going on?” Max pleads, feels like the first words he’s spoken to Daniel in weeks.
It takes a long, hard moment to summon the courage, the thumb on his free hand rubbing the t-shirt over his belly absentmindedly.
“I might be pregnant.”
In the next second Daniel finds himself in Max’s arms, the tightest embrace that squeezes out the tears he’s been holding back. He’ll do a test later, send Max out to buy one and get the answer for definite. For now, he buries his face in Max’s shirt and basks in his happy scent.
The presenter flips the script, turning over the list to a new selection of unreviewed and unnegotiated questions. Max feels his heart rate spike and the lies start flooding his too-dry mouth.
or, Max faces the lie detector with unforeseen results.
Single dad Daniel is thriving, what with being back at Red Bull and all. He’s getting to spend more time with Coop, which both of them love; Daniel was worried that his son was getting too old to chill with Dad.
Coop is 15 at this point, nearly 16. He also loves his Dad being back with Red Bull. Some of the team are still the same so remember him as a kid tumbling around the factory and the garage. Uncle Christian lets him hang out in his office and do his homework if Daniel is busy. Cooper also gets to spend more time with Max, which is super cool, they play so much FIFA.
