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🥀⛓️like you mean it⛓️🥀 ----- 𝖘.𝖐𝖆𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖆🩸🔪

🥀written from prompts chosen by the wheel of misfortune created by @/cyancherub

🥀includes: dub-con, cucking, 69, stranger sex, & mirror sex. mdni! 18+. dark content warning. horror warning.

🥀banners made by me on canva/pic collage. images from pinterest. blood divider from google.

🥀4.5k words

🥀B/n = boyfriend's name

🥀october 31st, 2023

The sounds of cheerful laughter, concession machines whirring, and parents screaming for their children to 'stop running' rang throughout the periphery of your hearing while you stood with your boyfriend in line for the cotton candy.

Halloween night, the night of your first official date after you accepted the proposal to be his girlfriend.

He's a fairly handsome fellow: tall, athletic (you already knew that he played on the soccer team and ran track at your university, courtesy of your nosy roommate), neatly shaven face, with a dazzling white smile; bright, chocolate brown eyes, and a robustly defined body.

Being with him on this cool, spooky night (the spookiest night of the year, no doubt) caused a tingling euphoria to race down your spine and ignite your nerves.

Yes. You'd never had a boyfriend before starting university.

You were the quiet, smart girl in school. Not popular, but also not a total outcast. So, as you stood in that line with your boyfriend, whose looks could rival that of any male model, you felt good.

Proud even.

Not to say that you're unattractive - no! Not at all! You just never pictured yourself standing beside someone who looked so....well-put-together. So perfect.

"You look zoned out. Not trying to think of a way to ditch me, are you?" B/n smirked while outstretching his arm to hand you a bouquet of wiry, blue fluff.

Quickly shaking your head and smiling, you accepted it and brought it up to your mouth to steal a bite.

"Not at all. I wouldn't even dream of ditching you out here. All alone and cold on a cloudy, October night with no telling of what could be lurking in the shadows. I hope you don't feel that I'd be that cruel."

He let out a loud chuckle,

"I certainly hope not. You're too beautiful to be cruel."

That comment made you blush and push a breath through your lips as you felt your face heating up.

He thinks I'm beautiful.

"Aww, shucks. Now you're going to ruin my cool kid facade and make me blush."

"I'm sorry, but I don't see any cool kids around here. Only a hottie that really knows how to make a university sweatshirt look like something off a New York Fashion Week runway show."

"Hottie? Are you a Megan the Stallion fan?" You giggled.

As the two of you talked, you moved further away from the crowd and bright lights and more towards the carnival rides.

You didn't think your outfit was all that special: your maroon and white band sweatshirt, black washed out-denim miniskirt, black tights with random holes cut out of them, and shiny, maroon Doc Martens.

With a simple shrug of your shoulders, you continued to eat your cotton candy.

Squealing like some ditzy fangirl at every compliment thrown your way is definitely not how you want to present yourself to your new beau. You have to play it cool.

Before the handsome man could retort, however, your cell phone buzzed.

emergency alert: escaped inmate. all citizens to be on high alert. more updates as they become available.

B/n was tucking his phone back into his pocket when you looked over at him.

"Well, that's certainly disconcerting. Though, it is Halloween. It could just be a prank to scare people." You announced with confidence laced throughout your tone.

He couldn't help but chuckle at you: you looked and sounded so cute, he'd drink up whatever you said and proclaim it as fact.

Moving closer to your side to engulf you in a side hug, he pulled your body snug against his own, making sure to keep you shielded from getting tousled by the groups of teens and adults alike headed towards the haunted maze.

"You don't have to try and be brave for me, sweetheart. It's my job as the man to protect you after all."

It might come off as rude for you to scoff, but the blush brewing on your cheeks would contradict that action anyway; you're liking this attention that's being bestowed upon you.

"Oh, why do I have to be trying, why can't I just do it?" You giggled.

The two of you passed by what looked like a group of university students. Some of them were wearing sweatshirts similar to yours, but colored a deep navy blue with red and white detailing.

A straggler trailed behind the group, typing on his cell phone.

Average height and normal, modest build, he doesn't stand out too much. Dark brown, shaggy hair and black, languorous eyes.

Unlike the others in the group, he's wearing a black sweatshirt with a white overlapping UA design, baggy black jeans, and black platform Converse.

He's not ugly by any means. Just…

Unremarkable.

He's not paying attention to where he's walking, too absorbed into his phone, when he slams into your side.

He would've knocked you off of the path if your boyfriend didn't have a tight grip on your waist.

"Sorry!! I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, I-"

"She's good, man."

The look on Sen's face reflected his confusion. He didn't think that he'd overstepped or done anything that could be perceived as disrespectful.

"Right. Sorry again."

He awkwardly moved along, trying to catch up to the group, which you assumed were his friends.

B/n's grip tightened on your waist and you noticed the way his forehead wrinkled just slightly in irritation.

"Fucking nerve of that guy."

You were just a bit taken aback by the aggression in his tone, but wrote it off of him just being protective.

"Yeah, that was kind of weird, but look! The line for the maze isn't that long yet; let's hurry!"

Gleeful screams and laughter are in abundance as you and B/n approach the maze's entrance.

The whirring of a chainsaw somewhere nearby makes you squeal in delight as two middle-school aged children rush past you, holding hands and giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh wow, they really went all out, didn't they? Chainsaw killer and creepy, dark stone maze? They made sure to pull out all the stops." You smirked.

Chuckling and moving you along with his hand on your lower back, B/n seems quite pleased that you're enjoying yourself.

"Yeah, they did. Despite its creepiness, though, it'd make a great place to make out, don't you think?" He smiled at you with a teasing lilt in his voice.

You snorted. "Hmph, maybe."

Is he implying that he wants to make out?

Your cheeks warmed up; you're not prepared for this.

The maze gets darker and darker the further you two walk in; the moon now hides behind dark, wispy clouds.

It's like the temperature suddenly drops twenty degrees, making you feel the biting cold even through your thick sweatshirt.

The laughter is starting to sound farther away, but the chainsaw is still loud as ever. The sound sends chills down your spine and causes goosebumps to rise up all along your arms.

"You alright? Hey, look at the vines. Aren't they pretty? Imagine how this place would look in the daytime, with the roses blooming on the hedges."

B/n is fantasizing about your next date. It would probably be a picnic in a flower garden with multicolored roses surrounding both of you.

He can't wait to spoil you and give you all the nice things that you deserve.

You're about to respond when suddenly the sound of the chainsaw is right behind your ear. As you let out a surprised shriek, you're pulled harshly by your sleeve.

Sneakers slap against the stone pathway as you and B/n run for your lives away from the paid actor wielding the highly dangerous power tool.

He's laughing as sweat drips down his forehead even in the cold air. You can hear him asking you if you're having fun.

You're not sure anymore.

"L-look, that might be an opening up ahead!" Your finger points towards what you hope is the end of the maze. The exit.

Your male companion nods and your direction shifts towards the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel.

Something is shining down there, even though the night is so gloomy and you're completely enclosed in this stone fortress.

Your footsteps slow as you get closer and realization dawns upon you.

It's not an exit.

Instead, a long mirror is situated right in the center of the stone wall. The sliver of moonlight glinting off of it gives it the illusion of an open doorway.

Only reflecting the path in front of it, the one which you'd just come down.

"Fuck…how the hell are we going to get out of here?" You curse.

B/n hums thoughtfully. You both stand and stare at your reflections in the mirror.

The sound of the chainsaw started up again, but it sounded further away this time. That made you squint your eyes in confusion.

In the next moment, footsteps are running in your direction. Rubber soles squeak and slide against the cobblestone and before you know it, that same kid from before is practically running into you again.

His face has a light sheen of sweat, the perspiration dampening his hair, beading on his forehead, and slowly slipping down his nose.

“You again…” You say as you just stare at him. He drops to his knees, his breaths coming out in short puffs.

“I-I got separated from my friends back there...The chainsaw guy came at us full force, we split up and ran in different directions...”

Both you and B/n are looking at him now.

“What do you mean? The chainsaw guy was just behind us…I heard it, loud and clear…”

Sen slowly cranes his head upward to peek at your face. His cheeks grow a pink tint, as your tight-covered thighs are right in his line of sight.

He begins to rise to his feet and you realize that he’s a few inches taller than you, though several shorter than your boyfriend.

“That’s not possible, unless there were two of them instead of one. Usually they’d mention something like that at the entrance before letting people in.” Sen places his hands into the pockets of his black sweatshirt.

“Right, well we should keep looking for the way out. We don’t want to-” B/n is cut off by the loud screeching that you remember from earlier. It’s coming from all three of your cell phones.

The emergency alert system.

“escaped prisoner sighted on or nearby local fairgrounds. exercise extreme caution and awareness! vacate premises immediately if-”

BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUMMMM-BRRRRR!

“HOLY FUCK, LOOK OUT!”

Bursting from your left, a masked person wielding a large chainsaw with a rusty blade lunges towards you and B/n.

“Fuck!” Sen stumbles backwards and falls, landing harshly on his side as your weight on top of him sends both of you sprawling across the ground. B/n had pushed you out of the way just in time to prevent you from being decapitated.

The psychopath grins maniacally and revs the machine again and swings it towards B/n. He’s quick to duck out of the way, no doubt his years of running track, combined with adrenaline, contributing to his remarkable speed.

“Leave him alone!” You shout as you attempt to scramble away from Sen, but the dark-haired male quickly pulls you back into him by your arm. A surprisingly muscled arm tightens around your waist and keeps you pressed against him.

"What are you doing? Get off of me! I have to help him!" You pushed against Sen once again, but he held you even tighter.

The chainsaw's engine revs again and this time it's pointed right at your face.

"You'd do right to listen to him. Make another move and I'll slice right through your pretty face."

You could feel every drop of blood in your veins turn to ice as all the color drained from your face. Not just at their words, but upon closer inspection, you can see that the chainsaw's blade is not rusted.

It's covered in dried blood.

H/c hair swayed from side to side as you shook your head, eyes clenching shut in utter horror and disbelief.

That chainsaw is definitely real, but maybe this person just really knows how to play their role. Maybe the blood is fake.

"Hahaha, what's the matter, sweetheart? Can't believe this is happening to you? Well it is! This ain't no goddamn skit; it's the real fucking deal."

Sen keeps his arms around you in a protective hold, but you wish it wasn't him.

You wish it was your beloved boyfriend holding you close and protecting you much like how he was earlier.

Before your perfect dream turned into a complete nightmare right before your eyes.

"Open your fucking eyes!"

They snap open on command. You don't want to take the risk of making this person any angrier than they already are.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want from us?" It's B/n speaking up.

Internally you're screaming for him to shut up, to not say another word that may result in his serious injury or, worse, death.

The perpetrator quickly turns on him with the deadly weapon. He falls back on his ass and yelps in pain.

You crane your head around the tall, imposing figure to see your boyfriend clutching his ankle. He must've landed on it the wrong way. It's clearly twisted and possibly broken.

"Oh, what a shame. Looks like you won't be able to run from me anymore. All three of you are stuck at my mercy, how delightful!"

Sen decides to speak up then. He tries to keep his voice from wavering. He has to be the strong one in this situation.

He has to be the man and protect you now.

"What about my friends back there? Did you…did you murder them?"

Loud, psychotic laughter is his answer and Sen drops his head regretfully.

"What an idiotic question to ask a serial killer! Now, as much as I'd love to hear you three beg me for your pathetic lives, I've thought of something much more interesting."

The three of you wait in silence, neither of you daring to ask what they had in store for you.

They take the chainsaw and held it over your boyfriend's head.

"PLEASE, NO!"

"QUIET!"

You whimper sadly and Sen strokes your hair gently, bringing your head to rest on his chest.

"I won't kill him, yet. Before he dies, why don't you give him a show, huh, little one? I want you..," They point a long, black-gloved finger towards Sen, whose eyes widen,

"..To fuck her while he watches."

His jaw drops and you can feel his body shake in fear.

"I-I can't…I.."

The engine revs once again. Louder and more menacing than the other times.

The sound echoes inside your head and you look up at Sen.

He looks down at you, his dark eyes conflicted.

"Do you…?"

You just look at him blankly. He can't tell what you want, but you're not explicitly telling him no.

He's going to hate himself for this, but if it's the only way for you all to make it out of this alive…

"I'm sorry about this, but I really don't want to fucking die here.."

You don't know what to say to that, but your body shivers when Sen begins to move his hands down your sides.

His fingers play with the hems of your sweatshirt and T-shirt, ghosting over the flesh of your tummy just barely.

The chainsaw-wielder clicks their tongue.

"No, no, this won't do at all. He can't even see you."

Another startled yelp from B/n; they've got him yanked up onto his knees as they begin to drag him closer to you and Sen. His injured leg trails behind him pitifully and he's propped up against the stone wall to your right.

"Turn around, face the mirror."

The mirror, you'd completely forgotten about it.

Effortlessly, Sen picks you up and situates the both of you to where you're now staring back at yourselves in the tall slab of glass.

It's dark, but the clouds have moved away from the moon so its light can illuminate the dastardly deed that you're about to commit.

You're about to cheat on your boyfriend on your first date.

Right in his face.

"Get to it, then. Don't keep him waiting. If you do a good enough job I might let you all live."

An evil chuckle and then the chainsaw is powered off. They look at you and Sen expectantly, B/n doing the same.

You can see him out of the corner of your eye, watching you in the mirror with a neutral expression.

He doesn't know what to feel; his ankle is throbbing in pain and his girlfriend is in another man's lap. Not to mention his life has been threatened more than once in only a single night.

Sen's lips tremble as he trails them along your shoulder, pulling the collar away from your neck so he can reach the s/c skin underneath.

One of his larger hands rests over yours, squeezing in a show of support.

He's sorry, oh so sorry that he's putting you and your boyfriend through this, but he can at least make the experience somewhat pleasurable for you.

Make you feel comfortable with him.

A soft moan escapes your cold, slightly chapped lips causing Sen's cock to stir in his jeans.

He shifts his legs and opens them wider so you your ass can sit flush against his crotch.

Even through your own jean-clad bottom you can feel him getting hard for you.

"Y-you're enjoying this…is this what turns you on? You're sick…"

You whisper to him, a stinging edge to your tone that makes Sen's ears burn in embarrassment.

And lust.

"I-I'm sorry…I can't…can't control it. You're so soft and you smell so good…"

How long had it been since he'd had a girl sitting on his dick, and one as pretty as you, nonetheless?

His hormones are going into overdrive, causing his movements to grow bolder.

Sen takes his hands and places them on your knees so he can spread them apart.

He wants to see your panties, but your tights are in the way; so, with one hand he grips the offending material at your crotch and tears a hole right through them.

Heat licks at your neck despite the cold, and Sen's tongue does as well.

The warm, wet muscle provides a pleasant contrast to the biting cold. He leaves a slimy trail of saliva all the way from your neck down to your collarbone.

Shivers run down your spinal column and your cunt moistens through your royal purple panties, much to Sen's delight.

Though the only reason you're letting him do this to you is to save your lives, he can't help but get excited at the image of you getting wet for him.

A complete fucking stranger.

Sen apparently isn't the only one getting turned on from this situation.

You look from your reflection in the mirror back to B/n and a soft gasp leaves your lips.

He's palming his dick through his pants. Perfect white teeth clamp down on a juicy bottom lip while his brown eyes watch your pussy through the mirror.

"Looks like somebody's enjoying himself!" The killer laughs cruelly.

This is what they wanted: to completely embarrass and humiliate you three.

Tears begin to sting your eyes, but what can you do? It's either let this stranger fuck you or you all die.

Sen's fingers on one hand move to push your skirt up while the other hand rips the hanging material of your tights the rest of the way off.

He reaches under your ass to get to his belt and quickly unbuckles it to free his hard, throbbing dick.

You can't see it in the mirror from the way you're sitting on him, but when he shifts to line himself up with your panty-covered cunt, you can feel the head brush against your clit.

"Ohh…" The moan leaves your throat on its own accord.

Sen is encouraged by this and he moves his head to rest against yours.

Kisses are planted on your cheeks and temples while he strokes his cock with one hand and pulls your thong to the side to reveal your wet pussy with the other.

"Shit, you're so wet…don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel so good, make you even wetter for him to see…" He coos into your ear then nibbles it. Your back arches against him.

He chuckles softly and slides his dick through your folds, lubing himself up.

"Such a pretty pussy. What a lucky fucking guy…"

Is the last sentence the dark brunette speaks before thrusting his hips up and burying his dick deep inside you.

"F-fuck! Ahh…so thick.."

Your mind turns hazy when Sen starts fucking up into you at a quick, but steady pace.

His dick isn't the longest, but it's girthy and there's a few veins along his shaft that massage against your inner walls oh so deliciously.

"Shit, it's so warm and tight. You like it, huh? Like my dick? Look at how you're starting to cream on me already, baby."

He's telling the truth because when he says it, your eyes move down your reflection to where the two of you are joined and you can see the white froth coating his dick as he moves it in and out of your hole.

"Ahh…feels so good…fuck…don't even know your name.."

"It's Sen…oh my God.."

His balls smack against your ass cheeks as he moves one arm around your waist so he can bounce you on him harder.

Your head is thrown back and your nails scratch at the material of his jeans.

You and Sen's combined moans further spur on B/n, who's jacking his dick faster and faster while Sen fucks you.

"Look at that, he's so fucking hard watching another man stuff his girl's little cunt. Fucking perv. Bet he can't wait to get you in his bed tonight so he can….haaah…fuck my fucking cum deeper in your little hole. Shit!"

Sen's dirty talk only added to the pleasure that he was making you feel with his dick. Noticing how you had started watching B/n jack off through the mirror, he grew a bit jealous and turned your head so he could kiss you sloppily on the lips.

"Oh yeah, that's the way to do it, you fucking scumbag. Fuck her like you mean it."

The killer's laughter echoed all around you making you jolt back into the reality of your situation, though it didn't stop the orgasm from building in your lower region.

"Fuck Sen, I'm going to cum!" You moaned, eyes squeezed shut while said man fucked you harder and faster, wanting to make you feel good, to make you cum on his dick before you could on your boyfriend's.

"Come on, baby, cum on my dick. Make your boyfriend cum, too, from watching you get fucked." He palmed one of your ass cheeks, lifting you up slightly before slamming you down on him, hard.

Your body started shaking, making Sen curse under his breath and speed up his movements.

"That's right! Dick got you fucking shaking! Cum all over me baby, let it go….oh fuck."

Just as he told you to, you came hard and squirted all over Sen's dick. Your squirt splashed up onto the mirror, making his tired-looking eyes widen.

"Goddamn, you sprayed the whole mirror almost. Shit that's hot."

His voice was laced with exhaustion now, all traces of fear and apprehension seemingly gone.

Now fired up from watching you squirt, Sen maneuvered himself up onto his knees and caught you by the hips.

Confused, you tried to look back at him, but you understood when his softening cock was now bobbing in your face.

A mewl left your throat when that slick tongue swept through your folds and began collecting the remaining drops of your squirt.

"S-suck it…suck his dick, baby…come on.." B/n moaned while feverishly pumping his dick.

Your pupils enlarged once you saw how long and thick it was and your pussy drooled on Sen's tongue at the thought of B/n fucking you next.

With your little hands, you began pumping Sen's dick at the same pace as B/n, making sure to make eye contact with both of them the best you could through the mirror.

"Awww, fuck yeah. So sexy, baby. You're so fucking sexy, the perfect girl." B/n moaned as he watched you engulf Sen's fat dick in your mouth and hollow out your cheeks.

"Oh, goddamn…unhh.." Sen's head fell away from your cunt and his body shivered this time.

You may have never had a steady boyfriend before, but you'd had a few flings the summer before university started, so you knew your way around a dick quite well.

Sen thrust his hips forward, making you choke and gag on his fat cock. Saliva ran down your neck to his balls while they slapped against your chin.

"Fuck, where'd you find her? Fucking slutty ass pussy and mouth. Oh God…" He said to B/n.

The night air was filled with the sloppy sounds of you gagging on Sen's dick and the wet sounds of B/n jacking off.

Sen tried to keep eating your pussy, but your head was just too fucking good and he couldn't stop himself from moaning.

"Shit! You ready to take my fat load in your mouth, baby? Be a good girl and swallow it all for me, okay?"

You nodded best you could and started sucking him even harder, triggering his orgasm.

"SHIT! Oh my fucking God!"

Sen almost dropped you on your head as he knelt down on his hands and knees to gather himself after you swallowed all his cum.

"I'm…I'm coming, shit, that was so sexy…ahhh.."

Hearing this, Sen quickly grabbed you by the hair and moved your face into B/n's lap so he could spray his nut all over it. You looked up at him with the most adoring and innocent look in your eyes, which almost triggered a second orgasm from him.

"Damn…that was the best sex I think I've ever had in my life…" Sen sat back against the wall and sighed heavily.

Slow clapping started and the three of you looked up to your captor.

Silently you pleaded to yourselves that they'd let you all go now since their wish had been fulfilled.

"That was very good, but…."

The thrum of the chainsaw started up again. You weren't fast enough to move in front of him before the blade came down on B/n's head, splitting it wide open and spraying both you and Sen with a fountain of blood.

"Not good enough."

The sound of the chainsaw's blade and blood splattering against the mirror echoed throughout the walls of the stone maze.

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memurfevur-archive · 11 months

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Character(s): Hadesa Lankro, Expyno Dioxal, Ashter Faurux, Persep Rhiali (@contrastparadoxx ), mention of Carnix (@experimental-failures )

About: Expyno invites Hadesa over to help her confront Ashter about their relationship.

Word Count: 1,899

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Hadesa's heart rolled like thunder in her ears as she stepped up to the porch on this quiet street. Anxieties ate at her harsher than when she had arranged plans to see Carnix; that had been a new adventure, but this? This was revisiting the past to look for answers. This wasn't new. This was dreadful. Every rapture of her knuckles upon the door echoed in her bones. A deep chill ran down her spine, making her wish she was back home in the warm comforts of her hive.

She didn't plan to say anything more than necessary. She just wanted answers. Why did Ashter leave her without a word, without a trace? Did her curse really scare him off or... was it something else? Had she done something wrong? There was also the fear of losing her cool; she had every right to be angry, she's realized this, but anger is frightening. Anger sabotages. Anger makes her blind, and then the demons strike.

There was a click at the door-- the sound of the lock turning free-- and before her was a familiar face, though prettier than she remembered. The first thing she noticed were his eyes: striking aqua teals beneath long and thick lashes. Freckles dotted his long but curved face, and she was surprised to see some scratchy patches of hair on his chin. Nostalgia ran through her like an electric current, and she wondered briefly if she had changed too since then. “Expyno.”

“Hey Dez,” his voice was light, but carried an edge that she couldn't quite decipher. Like with many other people, she didn't get along too well with him back then. She was one of many who would bully him about his fear of illnesses and germs, about the scars on his chest and the strange conspiracies that he would ramble about. These things felt normal to her, the cruel injustice of her words, and it would cause problems. But if cruelty was her best defense from the whispers of demons in her blood, perhaps he should have thanked her. Or, maybe she should apologize; but such is the nature of a dysfunctional friendship, neither statements would be made. Instead, “Nice tat.” It was close enough to what they both wanted to hear.

He herded her in and she took off her shoes at the door. As per ritual for anyone who entered his home, a squirt of hand sanitizer was waiting for her to lather onto her skin. Then through the entry breeze way, and they were in the living room. A lump formed in her throat as she saw two pairs of horns poking up over the couch; one set belonged to a strange blue Seadweller, and the other … him. The Seadweller had twisted around, a question forming on her lips over who had been at the door, but pleasant curiosity changed the inquiry's course, “Hi! Who's this?”

Hadesa wished she hadn't said anything at all. Maybe if she had not caught the Seadweller's attention she could have still snuck out while she had the chance. But the Seadweller had alerted her friend on the couch, who had also twisted around to see who the new guest was. Though, instead of pleasant curiosity, panic shaped his mouth, “Dez?!”

She hadn't expected to fall silent when she saw him. Like Expyno, he also looked different. He’d long ago ditched the sleeveless turtlenecks and the faux gold chains that he thought made him look cool. His hair was a faux Mohawk, with cleanly shaven sides. His shoulders held more freckles than what she had last counted, and his eyes bore more of a creamy honey color. He almost looked completely different, save for the grooves and nicks in his horns from fights that only she knew about.

Knowing herself, she would have not been able to stop herself in giving him an ear full, but now that they're here face to face all her spite had caught her tongue. She was grateful for Expyno's intervention, “Long time no see, eh Ash?”

Panic quickly turned to anger as Ashter's gaze bounced between Hadesa and Expyno, “You're behind this, aren't you?”

“Oh, naturally!”

Then, the blue Seadweller on the couch, with a deep pressed frown on her lips, spoke up, “Am I missing something here?”

“No,” Ashter's voice came out more like a growl, and his forceful tone was not missed.

“Well, I would think so,” Expyno shrugged. “Since this would eventually have something to do with Persep, too.”

“...What would have something to do with me?”

“Nothing, Perse.”

“Ashter, who is she?”

“His moirail,” Hadesa finally spoke up, though her voice cracked. It was the look that the Seadweller gave Ashter that made Hadesa realize she was his new moirail; the look of surprise, hurt, and curiosity. A bitterness rose in her throat, but Hadesa knew it wasn't Persep's fault. She hung her head, “Was, his moirail.”

“Then, why does this matter?” Persep looked between the three of them. “What's happening?”

“What's happening is my right to have answers,” Hadesa was slowly finding her footing, “Ash you just up and left one day! You didn't give me a word, you didn't give any warning. You've been gone for so long I thought you were dead! But instead you're here with someone new. I don't give a fuck about how many other moirails you might have, but I just... I... I came here to know why.”

“I don't owe anyone anything,” Ashter said, “The past is the past and I'd rather leave it behind.”

Hadesa looked on, horrified, “But what did I do?!”

“It doesn't matter!” Ashter's skin began to warm and he clutched his hair in his hands. He sunk back down on the couch.

“It matters,” Expyno sighed, “It matters to the people who love or loved you. You've left me behind several times. You've left Devar'n behind. Hadesa. And you know, I get having a private life but you're hurting yourself and everyone around you when you don't talk. And I'm not going to go through it again, not with Persep.”

“I'll leave you alone,” Hadesa added, “If you can just tell me why...”

Ashter glowered, and for a small stretch of time, he was silent. Then, with a sigh of defeat, “...Because when you fuck up the lemonade you make out of the lemons life gives ya, you make a new batch.”

“But--”

“You were just... a bruised lemon.”

The silence in the room was palpable. Thick. Heavy. Hadesa and Ashter mirrored each other; arms crossed, tears glistening in their eyes. Expyno ran a hand through his hair and looked away, blowing out a breath with wide eyes. Persep looked between Ashter and Hadesa, eyes wide with bewilderment and concern, but otherwise she, too, fell silent.

“Dez,” Ashter sighed, “I'm sorry—”

“No,” Hadesa shook her head, “No no. I'm. Yeah. I'm the bruised lemon, huh? I was a bad lemon. I…I wasn't good for your lemonade. Wasn't good for you. Wasn't healthy.”

“Dez--”

“Everyone's a bruised lemon,” her tone grew more sour, angrier. “You... You have a history of fucking up your lemonades, don't you? What about her?” She pointed to Persep, “What will you do when she spoils? Betray her, too? Look I... fine maybe I wasn't the best moirail but…but you can't do that to everyone!”

“I'm done here.” Ashter pushed himself off the couch fully and made his way to the door.

“Ashter!” Persep was quick to hop to her feet to follow, but as she passed she gave a brief glance to Hadesa. To the Yellowblood's surprise, it wasn't full of anger and hatred, but of pity and concern. Such a sad look to such beautiful eyes, and Hadesa had to bite her tongue out of jealousy. This wasn't Persep's fault, but the urge to blame her was there.

“You're lucky to have him,” Dez muttered, “Or at least I hope you are.”

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Ashter stood in the doorway of his bedroom back in his shared apartment. He had to think of what to do. This wasn't a life threatening situation, but if there were problems that were too suffocating because of him, well... his suitcase was in the closet. For now he stumbled to his bed and sat on the edge of it. He was tempted to have a good cry, the first he'd had since a very long time ago, but he bit his cheek to hold it back as he heard someone approaching down the hallway.

“Ash?”

It was Persep. When he didn't say anything she ventured into the room and joined him on the bed. It was dark, with only the light from the hallway illuminating them both. They sat in awkward silence for a heartbeat or two, then Persep shifted to lean her body against him. Ashter visibly relaxed.

“I'm sorry, P.”

“It's okay.” She lifted her head to look at him. Her fins began to cast a subtle glow, enough to where he could see the more finer details of her face. “Is it true? That you leave your quadrants like that?”

Ashter sighed and took Persep's hands in his. “Yeah. Yeah it is.” When she fell silent he added, “But I don't do it without second thought. There's... there's reasons. Like if it's too dangerous, or if I'm... if I'm the source of trouble in their life, and I have no other way to fix it. I'd rather start fresh than to be trapped in something I can't solve.”

“Was Dez someone you couldn't solve?”

“Kind of? I mean... I did love her. Genuinely. But there…was always the trunk-beast in the room that was her curse-- long story-- and how she would react to it, and treat it and people around her. It was... like she wanted to steal everyone's attention while also pushing them away, giving so many mixed messages. It felt like she didn't care what I had to say as long as she got to say her stuff first. I didn't feel comfortable living around her, so I left.”

He looked away for a moment. Breathe in, breathe out. It's fine. Everything's fine. “There's other things, too. Things I've done that have consequences. Hell, even existing is dangerous because of my name. I feel like my entire life is me dancing on eggshells until I'm booed off the bloody stage. Part of leaving was also to protect her. In fact, most...most people I've left, I've done it to protect them. I'm a source of trouble. And... and for some reason when I try to make a new life, it never lasts. It just follows me. I am a hole I can't dig out of, heh.”

“What you said back there to her... that was terrible.”

“I regret it, but I didn't know how else to say it.”

“It's okay to want to start over, you know. I don't blame you if things get so bad you want to leave.”

“Yeah well, I don't want to leave you.”

“Well, good! Because I never said I wasn't coming with.” Ashter looked at her with wide eyes, then a small smile danced on his thin lips. Persep squeezed his hand, “But promise me…you'll tell me if things are bad, okay?”

“I will...I'll try.”

And yet his thoughts drifted to the suitcase in the closet, his ole reliable friend.

#Ashter Faurux #Hadesa Lankro #Expyno Faurux #Chaos Crew #fevur writing

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celatum-apis · 11 months

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guiseppetsunoda · 1 year

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Anteros

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Max Verstappen

WC: 3.4k

Summary: Daniel has a new tattoo and Max is going to find out what it is.

Warnings: Referenced sex and foul language

AN: This is my first tumblr fic, please be nice while I figure all this out!

You can read this on AO3 here!

Daniel has a new tattoo and Max doesn’t know what it is. It sits right where his skull meets his spine, hidden away by the team shirt Dan is wearing. It's small, he guesses, round with something pointing away from it. Max wants to see it, ask what it means, and understand what compelled Daniel to get one in a spot so hidden. Max stares longingly at Daniel, but Daniel’s laughing at something Charles says, and Max can’t help the swirling bitterness he feels while watching them. He walks away without asking Daniel anything.

Max misses the look that Daniel shoots in his direction.

»»————-　　————-««

Daniel has a new tattoo, but Daniel’s also got tattoos everywhere. That is a fact. He’s got small ones, medium ones, even the big one on his thigh that Max is so unbelievably in love with. He’s seen these tattoos countless times, yet none of them captured his attention as much as this one did. It’s probably because he’s never seen Daniel be so secretive about a tattoo in his life. No, Daniel’s loud, boisterous, ready to shout at the top of his lungs about each and every one of his tattoos. But, not a single mention or explanation about this one, not even when the pretty girls in the press pen push him for an answer.

“We noticed a new tattoo, Daniel. Wanna tell us what it is?” They would ask.

All Daniel would do was flash them his bright, disarming smile and move onto the next question. Daniel has a new tattoo and Max is going to find out what it is. He doesn’t care if it takes him all day.

»»————-　　————-««

Daniel has a new tattoo and Max finds out what it is. It happens one afternoon, while Max and Daniel are wrestling with each other. Max gets himself over Daniel’s back, sitting down on the curve of his spine, trapping Daniel underneath him. Max can’t help the flash of heat he feels low in his stomach when he sees the way Daniel is underneath him. Daniel’s laughing, a full body one that shakes his whole body, and Max can’t help but smile. “What is it Dan?” He whispers into the back of Daniel’s neck, where their wrestling has pulled the shirt down to expose the pretty tattoo.

“What is what?” Daniel responds.

“Your tattoo, the new one, on your neck,” Max says, slipping off of Daniel’s back and onto the floor next to Daniel.

“It’s nothing, Maxy,” Daniel says back, his whole body tense like he’d disappear the moment Max gets off of him.

“No, it’s something, it’s something, and it’s perfect, just like all of them,” Max says.

“Max…” Daniel warns.

“Please, Daniel, I-”

“Anteros.” Daniel says, offering no more explanation.

“What?”

“That’s what it is; it’s Anteros.” Daniel shifts onto his knees and stumbles out of the room.

»»————-　　————-««

Daniel has a new tattoo and Max knows what it is, but he has no idea what it means. All Daniel gave him was this one stupid word or name Max doesn’t even know the meaning of. Google has been particularly unhelpful in his endeavors.

Anteros (/ˈæntərɒs/; Ancient Greek: Ἀντέρως Antérōs) was the god of requited love and also the punisher of those who scorn love and the advances of others, or the avenger of unrequited love.

Okay… but that didn’t explain why Daniel has this Ancient Greek God tattooed on the back of his neck. Wait…Requited love? Oh my god, Daniel’s in love!

Max feels that swirling bitterness again. He’s not jealous of Daniel! Why should he be? It’s not like he’s in love with Daniel. Right?

(Spoiler alert, he was.)

»»————-　　————-««

Daniel has a new tattoo and Max has to figure out his feelings before everything explodes in his face. This trouble starts when he sees Daniel shirtless, wearing the brightest and tightest pair of swim shorts Max has ever seen. The colorful petals on the top of his thighs peek out from the edges of the shorts. Max can’t look away; he’s captivated by the way the colors blend prettily on Daniel’s tanned skin.

Daniel catches Max staring like a creep and shoots him a flirty wink. Max turns bright red, like the sunburn that will no doubt spread across his skin. “Hiya, Maxy,” Daniel says, wandering over to where Max is sitting inconspicuously at the edge of the hotel pool.

“Hi, Daniel.”

“Ouch, not even a smile for your favorite person on the grid?” Daniel says, placing a hand over his heart, as if what Max said had genuinely hurt him.

“I wouldn’t call you my favorite, but I tolerate you the most if that helps you sleep at night,” Max grins, but it’s cut short by a wave of water that is splashed onto him. “Daniel!”

“Please, you deserved that,” Daniel says, dashing away from Max, as fast as he could in the water, to the center of the pool. Max drops himself into the pool, arms outstretched, reaching for Daniel. He chases him around the pool, eventually trapping him in his arms.

“Caught you,” Max giggles as he squeezes Daniel tightly.

“Yeah,” Daniel breathes out. “I guess you did.” Max lets Daniel turn to look at him, and his breath is caught in his throat.

Daniel looks beautiful. His curly hair is sticking to every part of his face it can reach. Drops of water drip down from the curls, cascade down his cheeks, and then slip off of his stupidly perfect jawline. Max wants to kiss Daniel so badly. Oh god, he’s in love with Daniel Ricciardo.

With this new found realization, Max does the one thing he can do; he kisses Daniel. It’s quick, so quick that Daniel has no time to reciprocate even if he wanted to. With that, Max is sprinting out of the pool and straight to his hotel room.

»»————-　　————-««

Daniel has a new tattoo and Max is a fucking idiot. His phone rang a grand total of 24 times, 6 phone calls that he ignored from Daniel. Max has barricaded himself in his hotel room, hiding himself under his duvet. What the fuck were you thinking? He thinks to himself. He probably hates you now.

Fuck. What was he thinking? (He wasn’t thinking.) What would the fans think if they found out? His team? His father? His heart is beating painfully in his chest, panic seizing every pore on his body. His thoughts flutter and flurry like snow being swept up by the wind or a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

Why are you hiding here like a fucking bitch? You’re Max Verstappen! Yeah, he’s Max Verstappen. Max Verstappen, who kissed someone without their permission. He’s Max Verstappen, who’s also a creep.

»»————-　　————-««

Aggressive knocks pull him out of his daze. Max groans and just turns away from the door. Maybe if I ignore whoever it is, they’ll go away. He thinks.

“Maxy! Max! Max Verstappen I swear to god, if you don’t open this door right now, I will…” Ah, Daniel.

“No,” how very eloquent Max.

“We need to talk,” Daniel says insistently.

“No, we don’t, Daniel, just forget that ever happened and we can go back to whatever we were, please.”

“What if I don’t,” Daniel says quietly, almost as if he’s telling Max a secret. Maybe he is.

“What?”

“What if I don’t want to forget the kiss, Max,” Daniel says, a little louder. Max scrambles out of the bed, the blanket still wrapped around his body, and wrenches the door open. Daniel’s standing there, in a Red Bull hoodie that’s definitely older than Max’s entire Formula One career, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Hi there.”

Max’s cheeks burn as he reaches out for Daniel’s hand, dragging him into his room. “What the fuck are you doing, Dan?” The door slams closed behind Daniel’s back.

“We have to talk about that kiss.” Daniel says, his hand reaching up to caress Max’s cheek. His thumb slips over the birthmark on Max’s upper lip, and Max can feel his heart beat rapidly in his chest.

“Do we have to?” Max whispers. His eyes flitted around the room, looking anywhere but Daniel’s pretty brown eyes.

“Yes, but only a little,” Daniel says back, his hand not moving from where it’s soothing over his cheek. “Why did you kiss me?”

Max’s eyes fill with embarrassment. “Because I wanted to.”

“Why?”

“Just ‘cause.”

“Why?”

“Stop asking me that, Dan.”

“Why, Maxy? Why did you kiss me?” Daniel asks again and again and again. “Because I’m in love with you!” Max explodes. “I don’t know when, or why, or how. I just am!”

“That’s all you had to say, Maxy.” Daniel smiles. His big, wide grin spreads across his face and Max really wants to kiss Daniel’s dimples. Restrain yourself, god damn it! “If you don’t mind I’d like to kiss you now, for real this time.”

Oh.

“Oh?”

“Can I kiss you, Max?” Daniel asks.

“Yes.”

Daniel pulls him in by the collar of his shirt, their lips brushing shyly. “We can do better than that, right?”

Daniel Joseph Ricciardo, I am so in love with you. Max thinks as he tangles his hand into Daniel’s curls to tilt his head up for another kiss.

»»————-　　————-««

It’s prude, the way their tongues tangle together. Max wants to come out on top, but Daniel’s not backing down. Of course he’s not; they’re racing in Formula One for a reason, he’s not giving up without a fight. Max backs down first. He never has for anyone in his entire career, but for Daniel he would always. “Please. Please. Danny. Please.” He’s begging and he doesn’t even know for what anymore. His hands are gripping every part of Daniel that he can reach, nails digging into Daniel’s shoulder.

“Easy, baby,” Daniel says, pressing kisses across the birthmarks that dot Max’s cheek, down his jaw and neck. “I’ll give you what you want, just be good for me.”

“Yes, ja, ik zal goed zijn.” Max mumbles, his brain is so scrambled he doesn’t even register what he’s saying.

“English, please, Max.” Daniel says, tapping his nose.

Max has to fight with his brain and mouth to form the words. “Y-Yes, I’ll be good.” “Good, good boy,” Daniel says, pressing another few kisses to Max’s face. “Lift your arms up for me.” Max complies without hesitation, and Daniel pulls his shirt over his head.

“Dan,” he whines as Daniel’s eyes darken. “Stop staring at me.” His eyes roam over Max’s body, down the slopes of his pecs, down his abs, lower, lower, lower.

“God, you’re perfect,” Daniel says, paying no attention to Max’s words. “What did I do to deserve you?” Max blushes all the way down his chest.

Max can’t help the way his breath hitches as Daniel kisses down his body.

“Fuck, Daniel.” Daniel stops to suck little bruises into his hip, his fingers leaving little marks on the skin at his ribs where they hold onto him.

“I love you, Max Verstappen.” Daniel whispers the confession into the skin of his hip.

Like a prayer. I love you. I love you. I love you.

»»————-　　————-««

Max wakes up to the sun shining on his face and a mop of curls pressed into his back. Daniel’s arms are wrapped tightly around his waist, barely letting up when he tries to get out of bed. “Max, five more minutes,” Daniel says quietly. Fuck, his voice.

“Daniel…”

“Please, Maxy,” Daniel whispers, pressing a kiss to Max’s shoulder blade. Max can’t help the fondness that sweeps through his chest.

“Okay five more minutes,” Max concedes. He turns and settles himself back into Daniel’s arms.

From this position he takes Daniel all in. He reaches his hand up, tracing his fingers over the face of the man he’s fought with, hated, and loves. He traces his fingers over features he’s seen for years, trailing over the curve of Daniel’s nose, his full bottom lip, his strong brows, mapping and following. There’s no sound except for the hum of the hotel room AC unit and Daniel’s breathing. Max can’t help himself, he leans forward pressing a kiss to Daniel’s forehead, then nose, then cheek, and then, finally, his lips.

“That’s one way to wake a man up,” Daniel says into the kiss, voice still heavy and deep with sleep.

“Good morning, Dan,” Max says, making no move away from Daniel’s lips. “Mornin’, baby.” Another kiss. “How you feelin’?”

Max’s cheeks blazed. He cleared his throat and turned away from Daniel again, burying his face into the pillow. “Good. Had fun.”

“Fun?” Daniel teased, leaning over and pressed a kiss to Max’s shoulder. “Not the best sex you’ve ever had? Not even the best orgasm of your life?” Dan’s voice fluttered past Max’s ears and he buried even deeper into the pillow. “Shut up Daniel.”

“Come on, get up, baby,” Daniel lets out a quiet laugh. “We need to shower.”

“Don’t wanna. Hurts.” Max mumbles quietly. He feels Daniel go rigid behind him. “Hurts? I hurt you?!” Daniel’s panicking. He grabs Max’s shoulder, pulling him up into a seated position. His hands rest gently on Max’s face, pushing away stray hair that falls into Max’s eyes. “Where does it hurt?”

“My back,” Max says, turning his head and pressing a kiss to Daniel’s palm. “It felt so good earlier, but it hurts like a bitch now.”

Max watches the gears turn in Daniel’s head slowly, and then the lightbulb. “Oh, I-” Max realizes that Daniel is flustered, embarrassed by his reaction. He knows because Daniel’s looking at every part of Max except his eyes, as if he thinks that Max is hiding his pain from him.

“Dan?” Max says after a few moments, his face safely tucked into Daniel’s neck.

“Hm?”

“I would really like a bath, would probably make it hurt less,” Max says, watching as Daniel’s eyes light up. He deposits Max on the bed, tucking him back into the sheets, pulling on his discarded boxers from the floor.

“Wait right here for a minute, I’ll have a bath running for you!” With that Daniel bounds off to the bathroom. Max relaxes into the bed again, the sound of rushing water into the tub and Daniel’s off-key singing easing their way into his mind. A few moments pass by and Max feels his eyes start to slip closed again. He hears the faucet being turned off and Daniel’s quiet hum of approval. “Danny?” He calls out, eyes still shut.

“Bath is ready, baby,” Daniel says, walking over to Max and running his fingers through Max’s hair. “Let’s get you up.”

Daniel slips his hands under Max’s shoulders and knees, lifting him up and letting Max’s head rest comfortably on his chest. He guides them both carefully into the bathroom, setting Max down in a seated position on the toilet. He slips off his boxers and picks Max up again. He lowers the both of them into the large tub, Max’s back pressed to his chest.

“Feels good?” Dan asks after Max lets out a content sigh.

“Yes, thank you Dan,” Max says back, looking up at Daniel’s face in their seated position.

“Can I get a kiss for my hard work?”

“No, hard work my ass.”

“I did, in fact, work hard on your ass earlier.”

“Daniel!”

“Sorry!”

»»————-　　————-««

The bath does wonders for Max’s body. His muscles no longer feel as tight as they did earlier and the stabbing pain in his back has subsided into a dull ache. He lets Daniel borrow a set of clothes to wear, just until he can go back to his hotel room to get his own. Max can admit, however, that there is a pooling feeling of pure possessiveness in him when he sees Daniel in his clothes. The shirt that Daniel is currently wearing, one of the few that doesn’t have Red Bull sponsoring plastered all over it, is just ever so slightly bigger than Daniel’s frame. And oh god does it do things to Max. The shorts, too, leave nothing to the imagination, where Daniel’s tattoo is a little more visible in them. All Max can think about is getting on his knees just for Daniel to give him a chance to see it up close.

“What are you looking at?” Oh shit, Daniel’s caught him. “You’re staring so intently at my thigh. Is there something wrong with it?”

“N-no, I was just thinking,” Max replies far too quickly for the response to be considered normal.

“About?”

Come on Max, think of something!

“Max?” Daniel prompts again, after a few moments of Max’s silence.

“I was just thinking about how hot it would be if your thighs were wrapped around my head!” Max blurted out. His eyes widen and Max slaps both of his hands over his mouth. “Can we, can we pretend I never said that?”

“Oh, but what if I want to, Maxy?” Daniel teases, his hand grabbing Max’s chin and tilting it up towards himself. “What if I said that I want to see how pretty your lips would look wrapped around my cock?” Max can’t hold back the whine that spills from his lips, or the blush that burns across his face.

“Daniel…”

“Do you want that, baby?” Daniel asks slowly, carefully. “Do you want to be good for me? Do you want to show me how pretty you’ll look?”

“Y-yes, I do,” Max says. “I want to show you that I’m good, Dan. I want to show you.”

“Good boy,” Daniel says, leaning back on his elbows on the bed. “My good boy.” “Yours.”

“Mine.”

With that, Max kneels on the hotel room carpet. He presses kiss after kiss up Daniel’s leg, starting from his knee, to his tattoo, to the inside of his thigh, and then finally…

»»————-　　————-««

“You’re insatiable, Dan,” Max pants out, leaning his forehead on Daniel’s knee and trying to catch his breath.

“You weren’t complaining earlier,” Daniel retorts. “Get up, your knees will start to hurt if you’re like that for too long.” Daniel helps pull Max off of the floor and onto the bed next to him.

There’s silence for a few minutes, and then Max speaks again, “So, what, what are we Daniel?”

“What do you mean, ‘what are we?’” Daniel asks back.

“Like what is our relationship now?” Max responds. “Are we friends with benefits, who fuck after a good race or a bad one? Or was this just a one time thing for you?”

“Max,” Daniel sounds genuinely surprised. “I thought I made it clear to you that I care about you a lot, more than just a Friend With Benefits or whatever. I love you. I am in love with you.”

“So.”

“So…” Daniel parrots back.

“Wanna be my boyfriend?” Max asks, quietly.

“Yes,” Daniel says with as much seriousness he could muster. The seriousness doesn’t last very long, and Daniel’s face breaks out into a huge grin. “Yes, Max Emilian Verstappen, I would like to be your boyfriend.” Max grabs Daniel’s face and pulls him into the most loving kiss he could manage.

»»————-　　————-««

Daniel’s got a new tattoo and Max knows exactly what it is. It’s not Anteros, the Greek God of requited love. And it’s not the flowers that decorate the tanned skin of Daniel’s thigh. It’s a little lion, nestled perfectly on the inside of Daniel’s left wrist. It’s not hidden, nor does Daniel really care if people ask about it. If they do, Daniel tells them exactly what it means and who it's for.

Daniel’s got a new tattoo, but so does Max. It’s his first and probably his last. A little honey badger, nestled perfectly on the inside of Max’s right wrist. He doesn’t tell anyone about it, nor does he feel the need to. The tattoo is for the both of them, him and Daniel, only. If people ask, sure that’s fine. Max is more than willing to tell them about it. But the circumstances by which he got the tattoo is safe, locked away in the part of his mind labeled “For Daniel, By Daniel, Of Daniel.”

Max looks over next to him in the press pen, their hands are perfectly hidden behind the barriers. Daniel slots his hand into Max’s, not once breaking eye contact with the pretty Italian journalist that’s interviewing him. Max continues to talk to the Dutch interviewers on his side. A few moments later, Max feels a small squeeze in his hand. Once. Twice. Three times.

I. Love. You.

He squeezes back. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times.

I. Love. You. Too.

This was home, no, Daniel was his home.

#Maxiel #daniel ricciardo #Max Verstappen #Formula 1 #fanfic #it's my first on tumblr pls be nice while i learn

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