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little soulmate au that came to me as a saturday morning laying in bed trying to get back to sleep vision :)
Max on his canonical arms wide open @ the ocean two week Australia trip from 2017 or whatever, but Daniel’s not his teammate, or an f1 driver at all. It’s just. When max was a kid looking at maps or pictures in the atlases his mom bought him, he always thought Australia seemed like the best country. Their cool animals, and the ocean everywhere, and just. Max didn’t even know, really, he just always liked the idea of it; used to beg to go on vacation there when he was little, but there was never enough time between races.
And so then his first chance, when he’s there for the second time ever for an f1 race but this year his dad’s not with him, because he’s not allowed to be this year, Max stays for two weeks after the race. By himself, in a way he realizes a couple days in he’s never been in his whole life. Raymond is back in Monaco. Max’s family is all in Holland; none of his friends are here. Everyone else from F1 has already left. It’s just Max, in a series of little hotels, finding his own places to eat and going out at night if he wants to and walking around through whatever city he’s in that day just–alone, but it doesn’t feel lonely.
someone just liked a fic I posted literally two weeks ago that is galex fantasy au arranged marriage mpregl o l. had literally zero memory of that ever happening as I was writing that exact same thing yesterday and thinking about it all day today 🙏🥰💪
inspired by rewatching got episodes this weekend, and by @yekoc’s perfect jon/sansa fic which everyone should read, here’s a galex fic that’s like kind of vaguely set in the same world as my maxiel vague fantasy au. so there’s mpreg but it’s literally like not in this story at all except in my mind haha, but real cw for mentions of like war, violence, injuries. thank you to @lights-out-go, @officialmood, and @missyourflight for reading and being so nice and helpful!
George makes his proposal in a war tent on the edge of a battlefield, the smell of blood and bodies thick in the air.
They’re both wounded: George’s is minor, a shallow cut along his side where he just barely managed to dodge a sword swing. Alex’s is worse, so close to deadly George can hardly think about it without feeling dizzy. His collarbone broken badly under a horse’s hoof, his arm wrapped at a tight angle by a pale sling of fabric, blood seeping through his shirt at the shoulder, through the thick bandage George had watched the maester winding onto him while Alex bickered with him, “George, it’s fine, go see to your men. You’re worse than my mum, gods.”
And then, his voice softer and low like it gets sometimes, a way George always thinks, and then unthinks, is just for him: “You’ve won, go celebrate.”
me (really good at plot and world building) starting a fantasy au: After the battle,
Anonymous asked:
your new header is so pretty! it makes me happy:) ❤️
thank you!! 🥰 I took that picture and Iove it! 🥲 I’ve really discovered FLOWERS this summer like wow can’t believe these things just exist in the world with us!
