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#I'm just fucking itching to tell someone at work about Max#I was alone with Roxy for like one minute and just wanted to tell her#Now I'm with Hood and Roxy and want to blab all about it#but Roxy tells me all the tea sooooo#but honestly I want to brag#Max is fucking hot#and kind#and a fucking dork#and i love him#and want to tell people that i get to#that he loves me for some inexplicable fucking reason#but I can't#so I'm sending it into the void#thank god the void is working on active listening ;)
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Explicit/Sexual Content (Max/Daniel)
Part 3.
Prev related works 1 , 2
Tw: drugs, cheating [not between them]
Daniel snorts the second line like it's nothing. He can feel the tingles running down his spine, the electric shocks going off inside his face muscles. It's good, really fucking good. Lando'll probably get twenty-five years for it when he gets busted, because there is no way this isn't pure as it can be. The only thing close to this that he had tasted was back in Vegas, when some Argentinian DJ invited him to his suite in an awkward effort to get inside Daniel's pants.
It's so good he almost forgets about the boy next to him. Max's bare ass on display, his skinny jeans around his ankles, facing the stall, hands clenched by his sides as he waits for Daniel to finish. Daniel's already on his knees.
It's not the most sanitary way to snort coke, but Max insisted that they couldn't go to Daniel's place or a hotel. They had to do it here, he said, because she has lots of friends everywhere and someone could see them.
He wipes his nose clean and licks the credit card, sniffing for one last time the tiny dust left on the metal surface. He can kind of see his reflection on it, a blurry image of himself. Max is starting to move, his patience running out. He's polite about it, doesn't say anything to Daniel when he stares at his reflection some more while he lets the real high kick in. Just parts his legs a bit more and bites his bottom lip, his neck so red it must burn to the touch.
Daniel closes his eyes for a second, hears his own heart thumping inside his chest, it's so fucking good he can't help but chuckle, feeling euphoric.
Lando never disappoints.
"Daniel," Max says. Daniel forces his eyes open and nods, dragging his knees until he's close to him, trying his best to focus on Max and not the itch around his nose, the involuntary spasms in his fingers.
"Yeah, babe. I'm here." Daniel slurs, face tight and tense. Max is a sight to see. He's so pale and smooth, his ass fuller than any other part of his body, baby fat lingering here and there. Daniel can see him clenching, the shy arch of his back growing as he squirms more and more in eagerness, trying to get closer to Daniel's mouth. "So fucking pretty everywhere, baby. " Daniel says, or thinks, he can't really tell at this point.
He must have said it out loud because Max whimpers something he can't comprehend. Daniel grabs him by the hips, hard, pushing both hands until he can see Max's ass jiggle, taking a bite of the fullness there and leaving the marks of his teeth behind. Max whines, jerking himself frantically while Daniel keeps sucking and biting Max's soft muscles.
The sounds Max makes play in the background like a song, beautiful and comforting as Daniel loses himself in Max's skin and turns it pink with the rash of his stubble. Daniel lets go, reaching for the almost empty baggie resting on the floor, giving it a squick final sniff and licking the inside of it for what's left, so he can be able to fully focus and not worry it'll fly away once he's nose deep into Max.
Max's hand stops.
"Daniel." He begs, his breath agitated and body shaking against the wall. Daniel touches him again, kissing his hip twice for reassurance, letting Max's nervous fingers tangle in his hair as he pushes Daniel closer.
"Sorry, baby," Daniel apologizes.
He spreads Max with his thumbs and licks over the pink muscle, sucking harder than he should until he can feel Max's leg tremble and see the way his full balls go up inside himself and almost disappear from his sack as he tries not to come. Max is very vocal, has always been each time Daniel fucked him, whimpering and whining when Daniel's tongue gets more and more inside, riding Daniel's face and pulling at his curls until his scalp feels tender. Daniel loses himself in Max, kisses and bites around his hole and presses a finger under Max's balls to hear him yell his name as he comes all over the graffited stall.
"Oh my God," Max moans. Daniel can see him stroking his pretty cock in agony, he's still coming, making a thick white mess around his fingers, the sticky sound filling Daniel's ears as he waits for Max to stop trembling, his left cheek resting on Max's ass, enjoying the view of his youthful pleasure. It takes some time but it finally ends, Max heavy breathing as he squeezes the base of his cock, protecting the tip from any more contact.
Daniel chuckles, pulling and helping Max to sit on his lap. He comes down easily, resting all his weight on Daniel, chest heaving. Daniel brings Max's fingers to his mouth and licks them clean and Max squirms at the sight. His face is ruined, a deep blush going down his chest, lips wet with spit and obscenely plump.
Daniel grabs him by the neck and kisses him, he yelps, surprised, but rapidly joins him as Daniel starts sucking his tongue. He sneaks a hand under Max's shirt to pinch one of his puffy nipples, making Max squeal.
Daniel's touch trails down until he cups Max gently, feels how he's still half hard, his small dick messy and pretty, red and hot everywhere.
Daniel almost forgets about his own hard on until Max starts moving in circles over him, trying his hardest to make Daniel cum inside his pants. It doesn't take that much, even under the coke haze Daniel is in, he ruts against Max's bare ass and jerks him off harshly, finishing with a groan and milking Max's cock for a second time. They sit there for a while, Daniel hugs him close and Max doesn't complain, melting on Daniel's chest, sucking Daniel's fingers until they are clean. He lets them there, getting them wet inside Max's mouth, watching Max suck harder every time he tries to pull them out.
"You're so fucking amazing," Daniel sighs, kissing the skin under Max's ear. Max shakes his head and Daniel pushes his fingers deeper into Max's throat; he doesn't even gag. "You are. So good for me every time. Shit."
Daniel has to kiss him again, it's too hard not to when Max stares at him like he's the fucking sun. Like he's not fucking him for Lando’s grade A coke and because he's a creepy cunt.
People use the stalls around them, Daniel can hear muffled voices, the music louder each time someone opens the door, sees some pair of shoes as a guy probably shits next to them. He closes his eyes again, drowning in Max's warm body, relaxed and beautiful over him. Daniel mouths over Max's hair and fixes it softly, gently rubbing his sides and soaking in the last moments they'll have together before someone knocks for them to get the fuck out.
"Daniel?," Max says, voice a little wavery and unsure. "Daniel, can we— can we dance, before you leave?"
"Here?" Daniel asks, a bit far away from reality but present enough to hear Max's giggle. He giggles too, inhaling Max's perfume and trailing more and more kisses over Max's neck and face.
"Outside," Max says, he grips Daniel's hand, forcing his fist open until their palms touch. "If you want, of course, I don't have to go home yet."
Home.
Max's home. Where he has his beautiful girlfriend and his little family, where he lives with two cats and stores his trophies in perfectly organized shelves. Max has a home. A home where he doesn't have to take two planes and cross the whole ocean to get to.
"I have to work." Daniel mutters, "Sorry."
Daniel does have to work, that's why he's here, that what he's been doing for ten years in this place. Cyril is probably looking for him right now. Daniel has to wait for the DJ, be friendly and charming to him and search the floor for some girls that look easy but hot enough; so the guy wants to come back and play again without charging Cyril double next time. When he drops another song and thinks of himself as the new next hot shit.
"Oh, of course. ." Max says, no longer touching Daniel's hand, stiff as he gets up from Daniel's lap, struggling with his hunched up jeans around his ankles. "Thanks."
Daniel watches him fix his clothes, he's not even wearing underwear, the reason he's here is more obvious as Daniel gets his senses back.
"No problem, mate." Daniel smiles, taking Max's offering hand. "Part of the job." He jokes.
Max doesn't laugh. He stares at Daniel and then scans the floor, he's looking at the empty plastic bag, he nods again.
"Yes, of course."
Daniel wants to pull him into his lap again. Get his finger inside Max's mouth so he gets sloppy and happy as he was a minute ago. Daniel reaches, weak and jerky, just has to touch Max one more time so he can go on with his life. So he can focus and to his job, get enough money for his over due rent. Max flinches, but Daniel's hand is firm, kissing Max's lips quick and hard. "I'm joking."
"It wasn't funny." Max mumbles.
"Yeah, I'm just too high. I'm sorry." Daniel says, practically speaking over Max's mouth. This time is Max the one who kisses first, hand's gripping Daniel's shirt until they're completely over each other, making out desperately, stopping only when Daniel runs out of breath.
"Next Monday, I'm free. The office is in the back, my boss is leaving to Paris." Daniel says, not really knowing why. But Max smiles this time, his grin too big for his face, eyes wrinkling. He's such a fucking kid, dear God, Daniel thinks.
"Okay." Max beams, Daniel has to kiss him again in order to not say something even more stupid. "Next Sunday is good."
Daniel doesn't ask but he's sure this is no longer what it was. He knows Max will show up by himself, that this is not just some horny fun night.
He wonders what Max will say when he gets back and sees her there, sleeping perfectly on their bed like some stupid movie scene. It's not good, it's not a good thing to do. Because Max obviously doesn't have an idea of what life is like, but they do. Him and her know it, Daniel could see it on her face. He doesn't feel bad for her, but that doesn't make this better. Doesn't make Daniel the better person. But then again...
Who gives a fuck?
"Let's dance, yeah?, fuck Cyril, he'll be better off me, anyways."
#FicPractice#Maxiel#Simp Max#lots of typos per usual#Posting this in honor of my failed f1bb#It was written in less than an hour so it's not my best work by far but August belongs to f1bb and danielfest so I wanted to get it out
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in holt's voice: Pain. That's it.
Today hasn't been the best but HEY I HAD THESE PRECIOUS BABIES TO KEEP MY COMPANY
He looked exhausted like he hadn’t slept at all.
alec...
I'm already sad and ready to murder
the baby...
David had never lost someone he loved.
this is fucking foreshadowing isn't it
But real strength was not in surviving the presence of pain. Real strength was in suviving the absence of love.
despite the chaos I'm glad to see these two interacting
The Consul leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his beard. David had to admit, he looked damn good with it. Even if it made him seem even more intimidating than before.
yes boy YES
it's really hard not to smile right now but my camera is on and im supposed to be finding meanings of foreign words based on my own knowledge so-
JACKSON
“Max is too old for me to tell him what he is and isn’t allowed to do,” the Consul said – although he didn’t sound very happy about it.
MY TEACHER ASKED ME THE FIRST QUESTION IM LOSING MY SHIT
It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.
let's hope so
Facts and figures, babe, Max had kissed his cheek last night. Dad likes facts and figures.
deep breathes
it'll be ok
“You’ve done your research,” the Consul nodded. There was a hint of approval in his voice that made David want to do a cartwheel.
AWWWW
“I’d like to take care of the New York institute,” David said now. “Because Jace Herondale and Clary Fairchild took care of me.”
And for the first time that evening, the Consul smiled. David wanted to burst into song.
AHHHH
this is beautiful
David couldn’t help but find that endearing. He wondered what it felt like to be loved like that. He wondered what it felt like to have a father like that – a father who couldn't stop loving his child even for a moment.
A love that was endless and tireless.
Every time he was in the presence of the Lightwood-Bane family he was reminded of what he had lost and what every child deserved.
It made him sad.
But then he would remember. He would remember that Max had grown up knowing nothing but this. Max had grown up with nothing but love.
It made him happy.
alright come here let me hug you
UHUHSCUICDUH "Why do you not like me"
“I know I worry too much about Max,” the Consul said, his smile sad now. “But I can only worry now. I won’t always be there to worry over him.”
it's 9 am boy
THESE TWO REALLY BE ASKING THE TRUE QUESTIONS
"Why are you scared of me" HSUHYUKDUMKDS WELL YOU SEE-
all we can really do is replace the bad memories with happier ones...
“No,” the Consul said, and David’s heart almost stopped. “I mean, of course I care. But I don’t have to be hard on you to show you that I do. There are many ways to show people we care about them without hurting them.”
David thought of his father then. He remembered the way his father had drawn the agony rune on his wrist and promised him it was because he loved David and wanted him to be strong. The memory hurt.
Jace and Clary bestest
“I’m sorry for whatever I did to intimidate you,” the Consul apologized.
that is so alec oh my god 😭
David looked him in the eye. “You’re Alec Lightwood.”
The man looked confused. “Is that supposed to mean something?
I'm smiling so much right now because yeah
yeah I get what he's saying
David hadn’t known that boys were allowed to kiss other boys – not until he heard about Alec Lightwood’s Accords Hall kiss.
David hadn’t known fairy tales existed outside of books - not until he heard about Alec Lightwood adopting a warlock baby with Magnus Bane.
David hadn’t known love can literally change the world – not until he heard about Alec Lightwood changing the world for the man he loved.
don't make me cry during linguistics
“Well,” the Consul chuckled. “To be entirely honest, I did all of that for Magnus.”
as he should
“Everything I have ever done has always been for Magnus,” the Consul said, his voice oddly soft.
we're talking about some wall in class and im here trying not to cry
my teacher just asked why some of us have our cameras off WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY
“I don’t want to be a hero,” David confessed honestly. “I just thought if I ran away to a city full of heroes, they would protect me if someone tried to hurt me again.”
“What’s that?” the Consul frowned, pointing at his neck.
By the angel! David was going to have words with Max when he saw him again.
“Uh,” David said. “Mosquito bite.”
AHHHHHHHH MOSQUITO BITE
“Do you remember when Izzy got attacked by a demon in Edom?”
“And you drank my blood,” the Consul rolled his eyes.
“Aw,” the Dean of the Academy chuckled. “You do remember.”
poor David is stuck between them talking like this IM SCREAMING
He remembered the way Consul had blamed himself when Max had found the spoils room at the York Institute. The way he had believed he should have done better when his eldest son had been traumatized by foul rumours of the Clave.
oh honey no
There were people who got mad at themselves when things went wrong.
There were people who got mad at everyone around them when things went wrong.
While Alec Lightwood was the former, his son and David’s boyfriend, was definitely the latter.
I'm definitely both
“It wasn’t your fault,” David spoke up then. “When bad things happen to people, it’s because of the people who did those bad things. We shouldn’t atone for someone else’s sins.”
“Yeah. Stop atoning, dude,” the Dean said chuckled. “Listen to the boy.”
YES EVERYONE LISTEN TO DAVID
“And be careful,” the Consul said, his tone a little different now.
“I will keep an eye on-”
“No,” the Consul said and pointed at the hickey on David’s neck. “With Max. Be careful.”
David was pretty sure his face on fire.
OH MY GOD
IM SHAKING
“Um, we have the internet,” David pointed out.
The Consul blinked. “Right. Of course. The internet.”
yes
ao3 and Wattpad
KIDS DON'T GO ON THESE WEBSITES AT 11 JUST DO NOT
“If he gives you a hard time, don’t give up,” the man whispered like it was a secret. “You just need to weasel your way into his life.”
David chuckled. “Is that what you did?”
yup
“Yeah, and then he had the audacity to get accidentally get drunk and confess his love in the middle of the night.”
AWW SHE'S TELLING GIGI ABOUT THEIR PAST
“I did have a latte,” her mother said with a straight face.
Georgia didn’t find that funny.
I almost said "BECAUSE IT'S NOT FUNNY" before I realized that is exactly what I would've said
She knew her mother, like so many other people in her life, preferred to use humour to cope with the pain. They preferred to hide their pain away from other people.
Georgia never understood why people did that. Did they think others didn’t know what pain felt like? Everyone was in pain all the time – some kind of it at least. Everyone knew how to cope with it. So, it made more sense to share it than to carry it all by yourself.
i...I never look at it that way
Apparently, hand holding had special healing abilities at times like this.
yeah it really does
Georgia had hoped to find out herself. She had wondered so much about the baby.
tears. literal tears
It didn’t matter that Georgia had wanted to name the baby Abigail after the first iron sister. It didn’t matter that her father wanted to name the baby Jonathan to piss off Uncle Jace.
Abigail Jonathan Lightwood-Lovelace
FUCK OFF AND LET ME CRY IN PEACE
People said that poison was a coward’s weapon. But Georgia didn’t think so. It wasn’t easy to make poison. It wasn’t easy sneak it into the right place at the right time.
Whoever did this, they were not cowards. They were smart and they should be feared.
yeah, what did happen during the trial?
uh is Selena ok?
like genuinely
is she just a very heavy sleeper or...
MARYSE
Because sometimes the only comfort you needed was your mom.
yeah...
Except for random parts of the house that were incredibly organized – a sign Uncle Jace had been there
Yup.
“I’m staying in New York, mom. I’m going to help Selena and the centurions find out who did this to me,” her mother said, her words a promise. “And once I do, I’m going to strangle them with my whip.”
Yes you will
Anjali and Rafe
please be ok. please
HOW ABOUT WE DO A TRADE
ZARA'S LIFE FOR ANJALI'S 😄
ok I know that's not how it works but IM DESPERATE
her bedroom seems amazing though
Rafael gave so much shit to his dad because the other man had the habit of watching his husband sleep.
But now he sort of understood the fascination.
AWWWWW
“You do ballet?” he asked, holding up the ballet shoes.
slightly reminds me of rosa
OK WHO AM I KIDDING SHE TOTALLY DOES
the red binder
it's fucking genius
David can keep his flowers and cookies and scarves.
This, what he held in his hands right now, was the best thing anyone could ever give him. A file full of reforms to make the clave better.
IM SCREAMING
“You think I want to die and leave the Council in your cishet hands?”
YES BESTIE
“I don’t care what the Clave needs,” Rafael snapped, and Anjali momentarily looked taken aback. “I need you.”
he needs her
FUCK IT TIME TO CRY
“Bulgaria is known as the land of roses,” Rafael told her. “The Sofia Institute is built in the middle of a rose garden.”
“Oh,” Anjali’s eyes momentarily softened. “I like roses.”
you know that tiktok trend? the one which goes "listen it's a good joke it's a great joke even but i need you to stop" or smth like that?
yeah
His hand was itching to reach out and hold hers. So, he did just that. He reached out – very carefully – and took her hand in his own.
“I need you to get better, Anjali,” he whispered. “Cause I would very much like to take you there.”
HAND HOLDING
no she's not becoming a vampire
The part that was the shadowhunter – which told him she didn’t deserve to die over some angelic mishap.
The part that was the future Consul – which told him he needed Anjali on his side.
The part that was a Lightwood-Bane – which told him he should never give up fighting.
And then there was the part that was Rafael – just Rafael.
It told him he had to save his heart – no matter the consequences.
we're talking about some powerplant in geography and I'm crying over this
Anjali please please don't die
“Not everything,” Rafael told her. “I know someone who can help.”
WHO
GIVE ME A NAME
“Well, now we don’t know that for sure!” Max grinned. “Who knows what they get up to? Maybe there is someone occasional boning in the bone city.”
“How does manage to get more insufferable every time I meet him?” Jackson demanded.
i...never looked at it that way
OH JACKSON IS BECOMING A SILENT BROTHER
Max grinned widely at the other boy. “You wanna be my immortal buddy, Jack-Jack?”
OOP-
“The boys are back” he yelled, hugging David and Jackson. “Ty, our boys are back! Yas! The London Boys are back!”
THE LONDON BOYS
“Okay it’s a little disrespectful when you call her by the same name you call me,” Max pointed out.
“True,” Jackson nodded. “Irene shouldn’t be disrespected like that.”
YUYZXYSCGYZCGYUCUIZCVUH SCREAMING
"It’s hard being a celeb,” Max sighed dramatically.
“He is referring to the chaos you unleashed the last time you went there,” Jackson rolled his eyes. “People still remember you.”
“I’m memorable. It’s not my fault,” Max shrugged.
Max no more gambling bestie
“If the assassination attempt on Magnus had been successful, we wouldn’t be sitting and talking like this,” Kit pointed out. “The nephilim and downworlders would be at war.”
As they should. No one hurts Magnus
“So the target isn’t just Magnus Bane?” Jackson asked.
“Possibly,” Ty nodded. “The Consul and his husband…They are the ones who united the shadow world – with the Alliance. With their marriage. So, it’s not surprising that someone – seelie or not – wants to break it all down.”
with every line, I get closer to a breakdown
“There are people all around me to protect me from demons and crazy assassins,” Max smiled. “But you…You protect me from myself. So, don’t give me that I’m not good at protecting bullshit.”
so precious...
“Now let’s go find out which dumbass thought it would be a good idea to try and kill Magnus Fucking Bane.”
i have a few torture methods in mind
If shadowhunters couldn’t fight demons, it would put both downworlders and mundanes in danger. His father’s Clave – small as it was – did their best to keep the demons at bay. They were the only thing keeping the shadow world safe from demons.
Ikr?? Like David said earlier Alec's clave is literally the one doing the actual shadowhunting.
“Jackson is incredibly smart and perceptive. He knows what is good for him, David. He chose you to be his best friend. He has accepted that his family is gone for good and is finally focusing on his future. If this is what he wants to do and if this is who he wants to be, then you should trust that he has thought this through. He wouldn’t have chosen this life if he thought he wouldn’t be happy with it.”
TRUE
ALRIGHT WHO TF IS BEHIND ALL THIS
i just want to talk 🙂
“Great,” Max said, feeling frustrated. “So, someone created a fancy new poison just to kill my parents.”
“They did say something else,” Kit said, his tone worried. “The poison…It’s not entirely made of demonic properties.”
“Oh?” David said.
“It’s a mixture of angelic and demon properties,” Ty Blackthorn said. “And we know that-”
“Seelies,” Max whispered. “They have both angel and demon blood.”
Is anyone else scared?
GASP
WHAT IF
It's an angel and prince of hell working together?
ok that seems highly unlikely
“I don’t think you have a choice, bud,” Kit giggled. “Mina will have your head if you don’t get married. She has been working on a Pinterest board for years now.”
KIT
KIT
WHAT THE FUCK
OH MY GOD KIT
NO NO NO
HE CAN'T BE DEAD
NO FUCK NO
I'm absolutely loving all this angst so much. You said chapter 9 was the most angsty and frankly I can't wait :p
now...IF KIT AND ANJALI DIE I WILL BE VERY VERY SAD but the angst potential with Anjali though...NOPE NOPE NOPE. MY GIRL'S GONNA BE INQUISITOR I KNOW SHE WILL.
AHHHHHH THIS CHAPTER WAS A LOT LMAO.
I love how you are complaining but also thirsting for angst yall crazy.
I hope you are taking care of yourself and working on your entry for the competition!!!!!
Also the "we're talking about some wall in class" killed me lmao I laughed so hard fdhvjd.
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