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sxddekarios · 1 month ago

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a very married solstice

Tav & Gale ring in their first winter solstice as a married couple by having some fun by the fireplace while the rest of the crew are still sleeping upstairs. AKA: festive dry humping galore.

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The first winter for Mr. and Mrs. Dekarios arrived long after the first snow in Waterdeep. A thick blanket of the glistening flakes coated the ground outside of their tower, continuing to grow thicker as more flurries fell from the aurora-colored sky.

Gale shuffled closer to Tav, letting out one of his adorable sleepy groans. She giggled softly in his arms. “Happy Solstice,” he said sleepily. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple. Tav rolled to her side to face him and wrapped her arm around his waist.

“Happy Solstice,” she murmured into his shoulder. As she adjusted her legs, she felt something stirring beneath her partner’s festive pajama bottoms. “Really?” she asked cheekily.

“Mmm,” Gale’s deeper tone made Tav snuggle even more into him. She was completely enamored with the noises he made, especially when they were cuddled up so cozily together. Not in bed, though, this time. Gale ran his fingers up and down Tav’s bare shoulder under the blanket. “You know what you do to me, my love.”

Tav grinned. “No idea what you’re talking about.” She slid her knee so it brushed against Gale’s growing hardness. Her smirk widened when he let out a startled groan. The fingers tracing her arm gripped around her for a moment.

Gale pressed his mouth to the shell of her ear. “You’re an absolute menace, love.”

Today was the perfect time for being a menace. Instead of sleeping in their bed upstairs, the couple covered the living room in blankets and pillows so they could sleep by the fire last night. A large Nordmann fir tree decorated in a rainbow of glowing lights added to the tranquil atmosphere. Presents were piled under it wrapped in various shades of paper — a much larger assortment than it had been two nights ago, before their friends arrived.

Seeing how enchanted Tav was with the setup, Gale suggested that they sleep there for the night. There were plenty of guest rooms to house their friends, and it would be quiet enough after everyone went off to bed. Which was rather late, considering how much spiked cider went around. Even Lae’zel passed out and was now sleeping in with the rest of them.

Tara had also left them to go cuddle up with Wyll. So the newlyweds were all alone downstairs.

“Can you put the fire on?” Tav asked sweetly. Gale obliged with a flick of his hand, sending warmth flooding through her. A glow cast over them from the flames. The scent of warm cinnamon sugar wafted out from the fireplace as well — Tav had no idea how Gale charmed that, but she absolutely loved it. Especially right now.

Tav slipped her hand under Gale’s sweater, enjoying the heat of his body. He let out a contended sigh at her touch, grateful that her hands weren’t freezing for once. She traced lines over his abdomen, then went over the V in between his hips. Nothing sounded as beautiful as his sharp intake of breath when he was surprised like this.

She pressed a kiss to the bottom of his throat before gently sucking at his skin. “Gale,” she said in between kisses up his neck, “I want you.”

He let out another deep, delicious moan as he tightened his arms around her. When their eyes met, he could tell that she was being serious. Mornings seemed to be the best time for her, and who was he to stand in her way?

Gale’s voice was still thick with sleep when he asked, “Do you want to go to our room?”

Tav shook her head, keeping her eyes on his. “Here,” she whispered. “Everyone’s asleep.” She kissed and licked at his neck. “No one will be down here for at least half an hour.” A bite nipped at his skin. “Plenty of time.”

Gale rose his eyebrow at her suggestion, but the throbbing in his pants proved that he was more than happy with her idea. Normally he would scoff at thirty minutes — and at being in the open while all of their friends are upstairs — but he had a much more one-track mind straight after waking up. And the only stop on that track was pleasing his wife.

He shifted his weight to lay above her, his leg sliding up between hers this time. She moaned as he kissed her. His lips and tongue teased hers while she splayed her knees open. Gale smirked against her lips, pleased by her sleepy lust. “As you wish, my love,” he spoke once he pulled away from their kiss.

Tav threaded a hand through his hair to pull him back down to her. Her other hand ended up resting above her head, as it always did when she was under him. As if she wanted him to pin her hands down.

Their hips rolled against each other while they kissed. The thrill of being caught — even though they were under blankets and wearing pajamas — heightened the pleasure for both of them. Private as he was, Tav didn’t refer to him as Gale danger kink Dekarios for nothing.

Gale whimpered after he moved his leg to the side so Tav would press up against his clothed cock instead. Tav caught his bottom lip in her mouth and bit down hard enough to elicit another whimper. He moved to trail kisses down her neck, sucking and biting the more sensitive spots. She loved to be marked up for everyone to see.

She stopped him as he was about to duck under the blankets. Big, brown eyes looked at her questioningly. “I don’t want your mouth,” she said softly, threading her hand at the back of his neck to pull him in for another lingering kiss.

“What do you want then?” He looked genuinely confused, bringing out the crease between his eyebrows, the worry lines across his face. Like a puppy.

“This,” she replied with a gesture to their current state. “I want to kiss you, and I want to…” she trailed off. It was still hard for her to express her desires, but she’d grown much more comfortable with Gale.

His lip and eyebrow quirked at the same time. “Rut against me?” A blush quickly spread across Tav’s face when he filled in her sentence. Gale was even more unabashed with her at this hour.

She bit her lip, wide eyes staring at him as she nodded. She felt Gale’s cock twitch against her. Her hand caressed his abs while he slipped a hand under her shirt to trace his fingers along her side. She instantly shivered and arched into him.

“Lovely as that is,” Gale kissed her collarbone, “I’m not going to last long like this. I can move so it’s just my leg you’re rutting against?” Now he was the one blushing. He knew Tav wasn’t deterred by a quick orgasm from him — she actually thought it was endearing — but he couldn’t help the faint trace of embarrassment.

Tav shook her head. She kissed the tip of his nose. “You can start with your leg,” she offered. “But I want your cock within five minutes. I don’t care how long you last.”

Surprise and desire were evident on Gale’s face as he whimpered. His lover was rarely so direct, and hearing those words out of her mouth made him even harder. He nodded dumbly, unable to come up with his usual retort. All he could do was oblige.

Gale shifted to press his knee in between Tav’s thighs once again. As he kissed her, he nipped and licked at her lips. Every time he sucked against that sweet spot, she whimpered and ground her hips against him. It was bliss.

Even though his cock wasn’t getting physically stimulated at the moment, it still dripped precum as he felt her warmth against his leg. Her little shorts were thin enough for him to feel the beautiful outlines of her center. And a small wet spot, he noticed with pleasant surprise. He pressed harder against her, kissed her deeper, with this new gratification. He knew she rarely got wet before having an orgasm, and it had nothing to do with how aroused she was, but he couldn’t deny how excited he was whenever he could feel some of her wetness. Thank the gods for mornings.

Tav tapped a nail against Gale’s back. “Time’s up,” she informed him with a sly smile. Her husband shook his head with a smile before shifting back.

“Is this okay?” he asked. He was propped up on one elbow, one hand still caressing her side, and his hard cock settled between her legs. She let out a small giggle, and Gale knew she was feeling a much damper spot from his precum.

“Perfect,” Tav replied. Gale dove back into her lips, gently grinding against her as they kissed. They were both moaning softly and gripping at each other. Gale brought his hand down to her bare thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb. He brought this thumb closer to the end of her loose shorts, then lightly tapped it against her clit.

Tav jumped a little, not expecting his thumb sliding under her shorts. It felt amazing. And of course, he withdrew his finger just as quickly.

Gale already felt himself getting closer. It was unbelievably pleasurable to be against his love like this. Sensing the end of the rope and not knowing if Tav wanted him to finish her with his mouth or hand — or both — he uttered their favorite spell against her lips.

Her hips jerked against him instantly. She hooked a leg behind him to pull him in closer, desperately angling her clit against the head of his cock. The vibration between two layers of thin fabric felt delicious. Tav’s whimpers grew more frantic as they rutted against one another in earnest. Gale gave her lip another little bite to try quiet her down.

It had the opposite effect. She wasn’t loud — she never was — but they were also too invested in each other to notice if anyone had come down and could hear them. Or see them. It didn’t matter. They were in another realm entirely.

Gale’s cock kept moving up and down against Tav’s clit. The pinpoint of buzzing felt like it was tickling her in the best way possible. He’d been doing this with his tongue or his finger since the first night they had sex (Gale assured her that their sex is still sex), but he’d never done it with his cock before. She didn’t know it could still have the same concentrated effect over a larger area. He probably hadn’t known either.

The thought that he practiced this magic for her drove Tav to the edge. Her leg shook against him as she came, her back arched, her kisses turned into one hard press, and Gale rutted against her through it all. Gale gripped her waist and moaned as warm cum shot out of his cock, dampening his pants. He could’ve sworn he felt a hot wave of Tav’s arousal before his own took over. He continued moving — he’d been on a mission the past few months to help her have longer orgasms — until she nudged him back.

“Fuck.” The word left Gale’s lips softly once he pulled his mouth from Tav’s and got a good look at her. They both took in each other’s flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and messy hair. Tav smiled up at her love.

“That was wonderful,” she told him. The self-satisfied grin he expected came. “I’m so happy I can finally say I made you cum in your pants!”

He rolled his eyes at her playfully. “I could say the same for you, you know.” He kissed her cheek, her nose, her other cheek, her forehead.

Tav loved the idea of him talking about that with their friends. Who accepted them, who never said their relationship wasn’t real because they didn’t have a certain kind of sex. Who would certainly get a kick out of this particular exploit happening one story under them.

Her smile remained as she traced her thumb over Gale’s happy trail. “Please do.” She ran her other hand through Gale’s hair and tucked a bit behind his ears. “And thank you for the early present.”

A matching smile graced Gale’s face at this. “Thank you, my sweet Tavlin. You are the most amazing present I could ever hope for.” Then he pouted. “I didn’t get to taste you though.”

Tav laughed at his pout. Undeterred, Gale formulated his proposition. “You know, I think it’s only right if I clean you up with my tongue first. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, after all.” He made the connection sincerely.

“I thought we were having pancakes?” Tav asked innocently.

“That’d be my brunch then, if you’d oblige a wizard in need.”

“Fine,” she said through another laugh. He grinned and ducked under the blanket to lick her pussy free of cum. The thought crossed his mind that there might be some of his too considering how thin their clothes were, but that wouldn’t stop him. Tav tangled her hands in his hair as he pulled her shorts to the side and languidly licked at her sensitive center. This was Gale’s favorite solstice present.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months ago

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Am I the asshole for getting mad at my mom for finishing my baking for me?

For context I love baking, but hardly ever eat the finished product myself. This is because I bake for the fun of it and I have plenty of family and friends that like eating what I make so it's never a waste.

I've been making some cinnamon rolls recently and the several batches I've made my mom comes in and bakes them before I can. It's not that she just preheats the oven and puts em in after they finish rising, she literally does everything after the initial dough has risen. She'll roll it out before it has time to rise the first time, add 1/3 of the butter and sugar I use, cut it into 1/2 inch-1 inch, and/or not let it finish rising the 2nd time once it's in the pan. Of the last 4 attempts 3 came out overcooked and hard.

She does this with a lot of my baking where I'll make the dough and be able to do nothing else cause she goes in and does literally everything else in the baking process. I've asked her multiple times to stop because what's the point if I'm not the one doing it? I've told her it takes all the fun out of it and there's no point in me baking if she's just gonna do all of it. She'll either respond with her saying she's sorry and she'll stop doing it (then proceed to finish my next batch) or say it's better if she does it cause I don't know what I'm doing and would fuck it up (she uses nicer words but also a several minute lecture on how prideful I am so that's the gist). And yeah, half the things I make it would be better, but I'll never get better if she keeps doing this and it's not like what I'm making is bad. And the other half the things I make don't taste better! It usually ends up in the trash cause no one wants to eat it. And if I can't get my family to eat it I'm not taking it to work for my friends to try. But even if everything I made tasted better when she makes it that's not the point!

Yesterday I made some more dough for cinnamon rolls and let it rise overnight. I woke up today and was gonna finish them before work but they were already out of the oven. She was telling me how she finished them for me and I sort of just hummed in acknowledgement. She kept pushing and it was clear she was looking for a thank you but I just said she didn't use as much butter and sugar I usually did. She said "yeah well how am I supposed to know how much you use on there?" And I just walked away after. She came later and said "you're welcome for finishing those for you. I even got it done before you had to go to work" and I said "I didn't thank you" when she got mad I yelled and said "stop touching my shit! I've told you before there's literally no point in me making anything if you're just gonna take the fun out of it!"

Now she's mad and I feel bad cause I was very passive aggressive with her and I probably shouldn't have yelled but I'm tired of this conversation every time I bake.

Aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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koolades-world · 6 months ago

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this piece is established relationship! with the nature of it anyways it probably would have been if i wanted it to or not lol. here's the post the idea came from and thank you to a wonderful mutual of mine for the inspo :)

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"Satan? You in here?" You pushed open the doors to the library in search of the knowledgeable demon. It was almost totally silent, minus the sound of a gentle, crackling fire.

"Yes. I'm by the fireplace." Satan's voiced echoed through the large room. You shut the door behind you and made your way over to where you'd heard him. "Hello, Mc. How was RAD today?" You quickly made yourself comfortable next to him. You threw your bag down onto the table in front of you and stretched out your limbs. He was reading, as usual.

"Tiring. But not too bad. Baking club was fun. Barbatos taught us how to make a bread that has candy hearts in it. We'll bake it tomorrow. He told us to think of a certain someone while making it for the most desirable outcome taste wise. Guess who I thought of?" You playfully elbowed Satan.

"Was it Cerberus?" He knew how much you cared for that dog, but you also knew he must've been messing with you.

"Noooo. Guess again, silly billy." You loved his tongue-in-cheek antics. Most weren't granted the chance to see that side of him, which was something you were eternally grateful for. He was much more than just the Avatar of Wrath, and it was a real shame others didn't take the time to learn the rest of him.

"Solomon, mayhaps?" You could see the hints of a smile begin to light up his face. You began to laugh as he tried harder to conceal his growing emotion.

"No! I'll give you a hint. He's blond, very helpful, and a genius." You poked his cheeks. He finally put the book down and allowed the joy to overtake his still features.

"So it's Luke then." He himself was beginning to chuckle.

"Wrong again. It's you! You're not very good at guessing games." You swatted at his arms as he put them around you to pull you into his side.

"Thank you, Mc. That's very thoughtful of you." He pressed a kiss on top of your head and into your hair.

"It's going to be delicious, I just know it. Even if the bread is awful, you'll still taste the heart and soul I put into it." You hugged him back, and savored the moment.

"You're so sweet. I'll make sure to enjoy it, just for you." The both of you eventually went back to being productive after you'd exchanged more sweet talk. You had homework to get done and he had a book to finish.

While digging through your bag for your supplies, you inevitably pulled out your pencil case. It contained what was arguably one of the most important tools for completing homework. You tried to fish out your favorite pen and instead found some sort of hard candy you'd been given by a professor earlier that day. You'd personally confirmed it was safe for human consumption, and decided to save it for while you were doing work later. Since it was Satan, despite the fact that he was enthralled in his book, he noticed almost immediately that you'd put something in your mouth. Maybe it was the scent, or the sudden movement, but you caught his attention.

"What's that?" He peeked over the top of his book, intrigued.

"A cinnamon hard candy. It's probably the most normal candy I've had in a long time. Got it for answering a question correctly in Devildom History." You gently blew on Satan's face so he could really smell the cinnamon.

"Where's mine?" He asked. You couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not, but at that point it was too late to give it to him since it was already in your mouth.

"Didn't you have Devildom History today too? You should've gotten your own, babe." You stuck your tongue out at him with the candy right in the center. He lightheartedly rolled his eyes back at you. You thought that was the end of that conversation as he turned his attention back to the book. Little did you know, he was in the middle of devising a plan to 'borrow' the candy from you.

He started by speaking up whenever he could when you were doing your homework. Whenever he saw you hesitate on something, he’d reassure you or help guide you to the correct answer. From there, he would also start to read romantic quotes from what he happened to be reading. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him. On the contrary, it would be more odd if he didn't.

"I need a break." You put the book you were holding back onto the table. To mentally relax, you decided to scroll on Devilgram. As you did though, Satan vied for you attention more than usual. Rather than directly asking or whining, he was subtle in his pleading. It didn't take you long to cave.

"You're planning something, aren't you?" You knew him well.

"Is it a crime for a demon to want attention from his amazing, gorgeous partner?" He tried to dodge the question, but unfortunately for him, you saw right him.

"I expect this kind of behavior from Mammon." Satan went silent, but met your gaze. "Do you want a kiss?" You could see the way his features lit up. You planted kisses all over his face, and he returned the favor. When your little exchange was over, you realized something was missing.

Looking over at Satan told the whole story. With a misevious grin, you saw him roll around the same candy while focusing on readiing again. "Satan. Is that my candy?" You knew the answer to that question.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." You could hear the laughter in his voice.

"You win this time. You earned that. Just you wait thought. I'll get you back." You hugged him and began your own scheming. You'd get him in some fun way later that evening. But for now, you planned to just enjoy snuggling with him. He might be a little shit sometimes, but he was your little shit.

#oneshot #gn reader #obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #obey me! shall we date?

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maretinelli · 1 month ago

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I CAN'T LOSE YOU²

Lewis Hamilton X fem!engineer!reader

Summary: They have known each other for years, they work at Mercedes and are best friends. But only time will tell how they feel about each other.

Words: 13K+ (all three chapters together)

Warnings: It's a lot, I may not remember them all. But it's angst, mentions of team changes, bottled up feelings, best friends to lovers, happy endings and lots of cuteness.

Author: English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes that may be made. And that, is a part two. I love Lew😭

Part 1

Part 3

MASTERLIST

Day after the race.

The sun hadn't come out in Monaco today, it was cloudy and the wind was freezing. Christmas was coming and winter was just around the corner.

Even though Lewis lived a few blocks from his best friend's condominium, he would still prefer to go by car because of the cold.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the condominium, Lewis felt at home. He had been there so many times in recent years that he already knew every detail, from the decorated iron gate to the carefully pruned trees along the inner streets. He knew that the residents and the doorman also recognized him. It was no longer necessary to explain his fate. A simple wave to the security guard at the entrance was enough for the gate to open.

Today was no different. As he rolled down the window, the security guard smiled and casually commented, "Visiting Y/n, are you? He must be around, the loud music speaks for itself."

Lewis smiles at the comment and thanks the gentleman.

A few streets later, he arrived at her house. The engineer’s white car was parked on the sidewalk across the street, while the garage was littered with buckets, mops, and brooms. It was a classic scene of a cleaning job in progress. The music—a lively 80s pop song—was playing through the half-open windows, echoing through the silence of the condominium. He recognized the tune immediately. It was one of the playlists she insisted on using to turn tedious tasks into something fun.

Parking his sports car in front of his best friend's house, Lewis gets out of the car and puts his hands in his coat pockets to protect himself from the cold.

As he walked towards the door, the music got louder and louder.

"Y/n honey!! I'm coming in! I'm about to turn into a popsicle out here" Lewis yells at the door, opening it slowly.

Y/n was at the back of the house, but she could hear the pilot's voice.

"Okay. Just take off your shoes!"

Lewis laughed.

Of course he was going to take his shoes off before she even told him. He didn't want to show up to the next practice with a broomstick mark on his back.

Entering his best friend's house. He smells that familiar smell, that house he knew by heart from having been there so many times.

Lewis felt more at home in her house than in his own apartment.

The scent of citrus fruits filled the air in the house, with a hint of cinnamon in the background,

The scent of citrus and cinnamon embraced him, almost as if it were her very presence, welcoming and warm. Lewis closes his eyes and revels in the moment. Just wishing to have her in his arms romantically.

There were some black bags lying on the floor, he could deduce that they were her Christmas decorations. Since the whole condo was starting to get into the Christmas spirit.

And it was still mid-November.

Walking down the small hallway that led to his best friend's living room, he noticed some framed photos on the wall. There was one of her with her parents the day she got into the Mercedes; he hadn't met her yet, but she looked cute with her glasses and short hair. Other photos were of her and some college friends, and there were several of her with Lewis.

One, in which Lewis smiled and looked intently at her, while the two held up a trophy he won in his 6th world championship. Neither of them looked at the photo, which made the moment even more special.

Walking into the living room, he saw another picture of them near the TV. The two of them in the snow, Lewis was the one taking the selfie, while Y/n laughed with her hair flying in front of her face.

These photos brought back memories to Lewis' mind. He only had good things to remember. He loved Y/n. He loved her so much that he urgently wanted to change the photos of them for ones where they would finally be kissing. Maybe in front of fireworks, or at Christmas, or anywhere he could show that she was finally his.

Hearing some footsteps from Y/n coming from the back. Lewis looked to the side to get those thoughts out of his head, while his gaze fell on a photo on the kitchen counter, in which there was only Y/n and his mother. Just them, at the engineering master's graduation. Two years after they started working together.

"Hey, since when do you have a picture with my mom?" Lewis asked, holding up the frame. His tone was playful, but his surprise was genuine.

Y/n, who now appears in the hallway, laughs at her best friend's comment. And appears in front of him.

"Oh, you never noticed? I always leave it there on the counter." Y/n replied casually. She said stopping in front of him, turning off the music from the house's speakers. The engineer was wearing gym pants and a black top, her hair was tied in a high ponytail and in her left hand she had a bucket full of water.

Lewis smiles at the sweet memory of all the times Y/n and her mother interacted. It was as if her best friend was already part of the family. And the Hamilton's wanted it made official. Everyone saw how the two treated each other. With love in your eyes and acts of care always.

He puts the picture frame back in place, until his eyes fall on his best friend and widen.

"By all means, woman! Are you cleaning the house or are you trying to catch a cold?" He says, shivering as he looks at her in her short clothes.

Y/n makes a funny face and gestures with her hand: "It's okay! I've been cleaning since 8 am and the cold hasn't gotten to me yet" She says, and walks quickly to the front door, to throw the dirty water on the front lawn of the house.

"It's your day off! You should be resting, not cleaning the house," Lewis says loudly, sitting on a stool in the kitchen. It overlooks the living room and the hallway that connects to the two bedrooms and the bathroom in the house.

It wasn't a big house. It was big enough for the engineer to live comfortably and there was still an extra room for Lewis to sleep in if he wanted to spend more time with her. As much as they both wanted to sleep next to each other, in the warmth and embrace of each other, deep down.

"I always do that. It's no big deal," she says, returning without the bucket she had left at the washer.

"You work as an engineer at Mercedes, you can ask an employee to do this while you rest." Lewis watches his best friend walk around the room, picking up the last specks of dust from the floor.

They laughed.

"I'm an engineer, not a Mercedes driver." She winks at her best friend and he rolls his eyes with a smile. "I don't have that kind of money to keep an employee with me."

Yes, she did, but she liked to do things her way.

"Seriously! You have a Honda Civic in the garage and you gave your parents a Mercedes last Christmas. You have money, I know." Lewis says and Y/n stands up with a surprised look on her face.

"Look at that rascal!" She says and throws a Christmas ball at Lewis. And he laughs, holding the ball in the air. "First of all, I paid for that car in 39 installments and I got the Mercedes because I work at Mercedes. I didn't want to be selfish and keep two cars, so I gave it to my parents."

"Humble person, you!" He taunts again.

She lets her shoulders slump in defeat and laughs. "You just came to annoy me, didn't you?" She asks, stopping in front of him and a mischievous smile on her lips.

Hamilton had to restrain himself from leaning over the stool and pulling her in for a long kiss.

"Hmm, that wouldn't be a bad idea," he says and she rolls her eyes with a smile as she turns to put the bags from the floor on the couch.

She loved his company. She loved him so much that sometimes she had to hide her silly smile when he said something funny. But loving Lewis Hamilton seemed like something out of reach, something as distant as the top of a podium.

"But I need your help. Actually, a woman's help..."

Y/n quickly turns around and looks suggestively at him, teasing him for the incomplete sentence he gave.

"Look, Hamilton." She starts teasingly, only saying her last name. "If you want to do anything that involves the bedroom and bed, I'm out of here. I've been cleaning the house all day and I'm tired. Come back later!"

Lewis lowers his head laughing and throws the ball at her again.

"No, idiot!" He laughs again. "I need to buy some things for the apartment and I don't know how to do it. I need a woman to help me. You have such an organized house and everything in order, you could do it for me!" He says.

Y/n smiles at her best friend's confession.

Lewis came to ask something else. But since he wasn't ready yet, he combined business with pleasure.

"That's very kind of you! What are we going to buy?" She asks excitedly and sits on the arm of the sofa.

Lewis takes his cell phone out of his pocket and goes into the conversation he had with his mother a few days ago.

"I had called my mother a while ago complaining about the things in the apartment that were bad, so she sent me a list of what to buy so she could help me!"

As Lewis speaks, he can hear Y/n cooing and smiling in his direction.

"You're the cutest adult on the face of the earth, you know that Lewis Hamilton?" She stands up and cups his cheeks.

Lewis smiles without showing his teeth. For the touch was so natural that, for a second, he forgot that she still didn't know how deeply he loved her.

Y/n turns to look at the list and Lewis starts telling her everything he needs to buy.

"We can go now. I also need to buy some Christmas decorations, there are some broken ones in the boxes and bags" she says, while keeping a hand on the pilot's shoulder. “I just need to take a quick shower and put on warm clothes.”

Lewis puts his cell phone in his pocket and nods.

"Okay! I'll be back in about 10 minutes," she points with her finger and runs down the hallway until she reaches her room.

In the middle of the hallway, she sees her kitten walking carefreely.

"Poppe? Are you here? Where have you been all along?" She sees the cat walk up to Lewis and purr.

Hamilton smiles and picks up the kitten, while waiting for his best friend - secret crush to finish getting ready.

Poppe seemed more perceptive than Y/n, as she always ran to him as if she knew he was her favorite person besides her. It was as if the cat had seen something that her owner hadn't yet noticed.

Lewis spent a few more minutes petting the cat, while he fought another silent battle against his own feelings. He loved that woman, loved her with every inch of his being. And at the same time, he had a paralyzing fear of losing everything.

Crossing the invisible line between friendship and something more was a risk he didn't know if he could take. But lately, keeping that love bottled up was becoming an increasingly heavy burden.

Still looking at the cat and thinking, he hears the woman's bedroom door open. Y/n comes out dressed in loose jeans, woolen blouses and a sweatshirt on top. Familiar fabric to the pilot's eyes.

"Hey, are my sunglasses up there?" Y/n asked as she absentmindedly rummaged through the living room table. Her hair was now down, and she seemed oblivious to his stare. "I lost them yesterday before I went to the GP and I couldn't find them anymore!" Y/n looked at Lewis, and he had an amused look on his face. "What's wrong?" She asked with a smile and checked behind the couch to see if her sunglasses were there. And luckily, they were.

"Nothing. But I'm starting this sweatshirt. And I can tell it's not yours!" The cat gets off his lap and he crosses his arms,

Yin looks at the shirt and smiles. "It's not mine at all. You left it here a few weeks ago. It's mine now. Owned property." She looks toward the pilot.

Lewis narrowed his eyes in mock indignation and walked over to her, giving her a gentle spin by the shoulders. "It literally says 'Lewis Hamilton' on your back. That's practically walking propaganda!"

She laughed out loud, but when she turned back to him, her eyes showed a brief flash of doubt. "Won't this draw attention from the fans? I don't want to cause any trouble."

"No!" Lewis says before she walks into the hallway. He loves the idea of seeing her in her baggy clothes. "We'll be wearing sunglasses and caps, I don't think they'll recognize us because of my name on your back," he says anything, just to keep her in her hoodie.

She smiles and shrugs. "If you say so!"

She turned to the hallway to gather her things, and Lewis followed her with his eyes, feeling his heart tighten once more. He didn't know how much longer he could keep his feelings to himself, but he knew that, at that moment, just seeing her wearing something of his was enough to make him happy for another day.

While Y/n chattered about something random like she always did when she was excited, they walked to the door. She grabbed her own car keys, but before she could leave, Lewis raised his in the air.

"Want to drive mine today?" Lewis asks.

Y/n turns to him, frowning and smiling. "Me? You want me to drive your Mercedes? Me?" She asks, pointing to herself as she walks out the door.

"Sure!" He says simply. "You know how I hate driving off-track and another thing, I trust you! You're a great driver too!" He says and Yin laughs at the last part.

She turns to him. "Alright, princess! I'll be your driver today!" She teases. "I'm just going to pick up my car."

Lewis nodded and watched Y/n cross the street towards her own car. He found himself smiling as he watched her do even the simplest of tasks. As she parked the car in the garage, she rolled down the window and looked at him, who was still standing in front of her house. "Sure you don't want to take mine?"

"It's okay! Here in Monaco there are so many identical cars that no one will notice it's us!"

Y/n just smiles and gets out of the car. Locking the vehicle and the house.

As the engineer walked down the garage ramp, Lewis called out and she turned around. The driver tossed her the keys and she smiled, catching them in midair. "If I scratch it, at least I have an excuse. I can say I went for the curves like you do on the track. Who's going to blame me?"

"You can try," Lewis replied with a laugh. "Just remember that this car is insured, and I know exactly where you live."

"Oh, are you threatening the driver? You want me to leave you in the middle of the road, right?"

Lewis laughs loudly, getting into the passenger side.

Y/n gets in the driver's side and adjusts the seat first, before checking the mirrors and putting on her seatbelt, "Why are you pushing the seat back there? What were you doing here while you were coming here?" She insinuates and he turns his head laughing.

She smiles at the sound of his laughter.

By heavens, it was her favorite sound in recent years. So natural, so full of life. It was like a melody that warmed her heart every time she heard it.

As she adjusted her seat, Y/n looked away from the steering wheel, trying to ignore the heat spreading through her chest. She loved him. God, how she loved that man. It was a feeling so intense that sometimes it seemed to overflow, almost to the point of escaping into words.

Before she starts the car, Lewis leans over and turns to the woman. "Your belt is facing here" he gets so close to her to fix the belt, that Y/n can feel his warm breath on her face. A few inches close to her mouth.

She stood motionless as Lewis adjusted his belt. When he looked at her, he saw that the woman was already looking at him. Their gazes met, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to have disappeared. Lewis noticed how Yin’s eyes sparkled, as if she were on the verge of saying something, but she quickly distorted her gaze, looking away, as if she was trying to hide something.

To disguise it, Y/n goes back to fiddling with the mirrors. "I can never get the mirrors on the Mercedes right!" She says, laughing awkwardly.

Of course she had gotten the position of the mirrors right, but the atmosphere became tense between the two.

If it had taken a few more seconds, she would have taken the initiative to kiss him right there.

To try to get rid of the tension between them, she starts the car and drives through the streets of the condominium until she reaches the exit gate and makes a playful comment.

"How many women have you let drive your car?"

"None. You're the first and only," Lewis said, with a subtle smile, but his eyes betrayed a bit of seriousness. As if, deep down, he was saying something deeper than a simple answer.

Y/n glances quickly at him as the gates open. She gives the doorman a wave and turns the corner out of the condominium.

"I even feel special," she jokes and Lewis smiles, sighing just a 'you are to yourself'.

He looked at every detail of her being. From the way she drove to how her fingertips gripped the steering wheel. Even with her profession, Y/n always had impeccable nails. Each week in a different color and the color Lewis always chose.

This week it was a royal blue that Lewis chose over a video call with her last Saturday.

Y/n accelerated the car smoothly down the street, the city stretching out in front of her. Lewis, in turn, did his job as co-pilot. Connecting his cell phone to the Bluetooth and putting on their favorite song to play, while he got into a random subject to forget the previous moment.

"Do you think they're too early for Christmas or am I just too relaxed to start decorating?" Yin asks, looking at the decorations scattered around the city as they stop at a traffic light. "I just unpacked the stuff and it's not even Christmas yet.”

"Thanksgiving yet!" She says, leaning her arm on the window, the gentle wind caressing her face.

Lewis looks to the sides and forward seeing the decorations too.

"I think we really are relaxed!" Lewis comments with a mischievous smile, and Y/n quickly turns her head to him, her eyes shining with amusement.

"Us?" She laughs, surprise in her tone. "You don't even have a tree at home and you want to talk about decorations?" She jokes, the words coming out naturally, lightly.

"I don't need a tree to decorate. I already shine for both of us!" Lewis jokes and Y/n laughs, passing the traffic light that was now green.

"I wish I had all that self-esteem" She laughs more, we make Lewis laugh too.

But then the laughter begins to die down, and a comfortable silence settles between the two. Lewis, with a slight change in tone, looks at her more seriously.

"Speaking of Christmas... What are you going to do this year? Are you going to your parents' house or your brothers'?" He asks.

Y/n sighs. She didn't have a plan.

"I don't know, really..." She says quietly, looking out the window as if the streets around her could offer some answer. "My parents are going to my brother's house in Florida. And I don't get along with my sister-in-law so I had to avoid going there. And my sister will be at her boyfriend's house in France. I think I'll be alone this year," she says, more to herself, sadness touching her voice. The engineer laughs awkwardly, but it was a laugh without happiness.

Lewis frowns and looks at her. Lightly nudging her shoulder.

"Hey, you're not alone," he says sweetly and she smiles. "My mom called me last week, inviting you to spend Christmas and New Year's in England with us. If you didn't have plans." Lewis says, and Yin can feel tears falling from her eyes. "You know how Mrs. Carmen is... She loves you and said I could come too, if I wanted," he jokes lightly, and Y/n laughs.

She quickly glances at the pilot next to her.

"It would be an honor to spend these dates with you." She smiles softly, feeling her chest fill with love a little more.

Lewis smiles. "I'll tell Carmen to put another chair at the table. We'll be there in a few weeks," he says, and Y/n grins from ear to ear.

A few more streets and finally the duo arrives at the store that contains electronics and household items. The engineer parks the car in the covered parking lot below the establishment, and they put on their disguises before getting out of the car.

The woman gets out last and locks the car. Handing the keys to Lewis again.

"Look at that, we made it without a scratch! It's not like you were judging me the whole way." Y/n joked as she walked alongside Lewis to take the elevator.

"I wasn't judging you, I was just admiring you driving my Mercedes." He raises his arms in surrender and she laughs. "And I was also checking to see if you were taking care of my precious thing."

"Who are you talking about? The car or me?"

"You know who!" He says and pulls her to his side. She smiles and steps into the elevator.

The warmth of his hand on the engineer's arm made her heart skip a beat, but she maintained her relaxed smile.

They were silent for a moment, watching people exit the elevator. One of the people who exited the elevator gave Lewis a curious look before leaving. He just smiled, relieved that he hadn't been recognized this time.

The pair let out a sigh of relief and smiled as Lewis pressed the button for the elevator to go up.

"I swore they recognized you." Y/n leans against the elevator wall and crosses her arms, looking at Lewis behind the sunglasses she was wearing.

"One of them even looked at me curiously, but I don't think he had time to recognize me," he says, letting out a little laugh. The woman smiles.

The elevator stops at the floor they need, making them get off and look at the immensity of that room. Full of dishes, kitchen utensils, a bed, a table and everything needed to furnish a house.

Lewis stands still, looking tired already.

The engineer pats his shoulder lightly and smiles: "We'll take a little while" she says and picks up the shopping cart that was next to them.

Before she starts pushing, Lewis offers to carry the stroller and she smiles in thanks.

The pilot takes his cell phone out of his pocket and opens it to the shopping list he made on his notepad. "You can go ahead and take a look. My job now is just to push this cart and pay for things." He adjusts his cap on his head.

Y/n chuckled softly as she took the phone he held out, feeling a familiar warmth run through her chest. It wasn't every day that someone like Lewis Hamilton, a world-famous and meticulously private figure, trusted someone enough to hand over his phone without hesitation.

The gesture seemed small, but it carried an intimacy that she valued, even without mentioning it.

"The list is a bit long, don't you think?" She turns the pilot's phone towards him and starts swiping her finger across the screen. A multitude of words scroll by.

Lewis laughs. "Hey, it's not my fault if things disappear or Roscoe eats them."

"Oh sure, it's poor Roscoe's turn now," the engineer jokes and enters a hallway full of utensils for the kitchen counter.

Lewis smiled and watched the woman walk ahead. He could still feel his heart warm every time he looked at her wearing his hoodie. It might be a small gesture to some, but to him, who had loved her since he started at Mercedes, it was something to sit down and cry about.

Turning a distracted hallway, Lewis ends up bumping the shopping cart into the engineer's legs, making her take a few steps forward unintentionally.

"Lewis!" Y/n turns around with a serious face.

He looks at her and laughs. At the woman's expression and because she almost fell.

"Sorry!" He says, raising his hands. She laughs a little too.

"I should sue the pilot for running me over"

Lewis smiles, and sees her stop in front of some silverware. "Please don't!" he whines playfully. "I promise to reward you with dinner and wine."

She looks at him and smiles, soon having to look away because her cheek betrays her by turning red.

"First thing on the list. Spatula." She says, looking at the various shapes of spatulas in front of her.

Lewis comes out from behind the cart and stops next to the woman, looking at the shelf full of spatulas.

"Why so many?"

Y/n sighs: "I don't know either... But here on your list is a small one and a large one to get.”

"Oh yeah," Lewis smiles, looking at her. "So I can make my scrambled eggs in the morning!" He grins from ear to ear, like a child.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at the comment.

"Ok Chef, let's choose carefully then" She says analyzing.

"That one, the handle is nice." Lewis picks up a blue spatula with a wooden handle. Y/n wrinkles her nose in disagreement.

"Lewis, dear, a spatula with a wooden handle is not cool. Every time you wash it, it will take a long time to dry and it will smell bad after a few uses." She delicately takes the object from the pilot's hand and replaces it with another one, which was also prettier. "Since most of your things in your apartment are black and stainless steel, let's follow the pattern!" Y/n smiles sweetly, handing over a black spatula with silver details and a handle that wasn't made of wood.

Lewis dear...

Two words that began to circle Lewis's mind at that moment, leaving no room to listen to what she had to say about the spatulas. He just smiles in thanks and holds the object.

"Good point, sweetie!"

Y/n smiles and looks at the next item on the list. When she looks at the pilot's phone, a message from his mother appears in the notification bar. She didn't mean to read it, but it was right in front of her before it disappeared.

"Lew, have you gone shopping for your things?? Ask sweet Y/n to go with you. I know she loves spending time with you. Love you<3"

The engineer gripped her phone tighter than necessary as she pretended to focus on the list. The message was simple, but her heart skipped a beat. 'Sweet Y/n,' was what his mother had written. It was silly, but hearing that his mother liked her—and that he shared that—made her bite her lip to hold back a smile. She took a deep breath and tried to maintain her composure, reading the next item on the list out loud.

"Okay. Next item is bowls!" He walks ahead and Lewis comes back with the cart, to follow her, getting into yet another random subject with the woman.

They walked two corridors until they reached what they wanted.

While Yin looked at the bowls of different sizes, colors and designs, Lewis looked at some spice racks on the side.

"Hey, what do you think of this spice rack?”

Y/n turns to see him with the object in his hands already.

"Since when do you use so many spices? The last time we had dinner together, you only had salt and pepper in the cupboard." She joked, seeing that there were more than ten compartments to put various spices.

Lewis shrugs. "I thought it would be chic to put on my counter. Since it only has rotting fruit and a jar of candy!"

Y/n shakes her head laughing and watches the pilot put it in the cart. "And you're really going to take it?"

"It's not for me. I'm taking it to your house. I know you love to season your food well." He says simple. But he knew every detail of the woman's life.

Y/n smiles shyly and turns to the bowls, talking to Lewis about which one he would prefer.

Time passed and the list seemed to never end, the cart was considerably full, and the list seemed far from finished.

At the moment, they were in the glasses and plates aisle.

"This is just like you, all sophisticated." She shows a white plate with gold details on the rim.

Lewis pulls out from behind him a white plate with various designs spread out. "And this one reminds me of you. All creative!"

Y/n laughs. "Creative or confusing?"

"No. Creative, definitely." He stared at the plate for a moment longer before surreptitiously placing it in the cart. Anything that made him think of her, he wanted to take even if it wasn't on the list.

Without noticing the gesture, Y/n continued to the next aisle, now with sheets and pillowcases. Lewis adjusted his pace to keep up, still pushing the cart.

But there was something stuck in his throat, something he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Y/n..." he says softly and the woman quickly turns to him, a soft smile on her lips.

"yes, Lewis"

"Lately I've been thinking..." he begins and Y/n walks beside him, as he pushes the cart and they walk down the hallway that doesn't catch either of their attention. "Some things have been happening at Mercedes that leave me a little frustrated and disappointed, and well... I was thinking that next season... maybe, I should switch team..." he confesses and the woman's eyes rise to the pilot's face. A surprised look, but also one that understands what he is saying.

She also had her ups and downs there. Being the only woman and the chief engineer at Mercedes, there were times when no one seemed to listen to her or respect her. Only three or four did.

With the exception of Lewis. He was the greatest obedient Y/n Giordano had in his life.

"Look, honey..." there was the nickname again. She puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles softly, trying to comfort him. "I understand your issue with leaving and everything. And know that I'm here supporting you. Regardless of the answer you give them!" She smiles and pats the pilot's shoulder.

Lewis looks at her lovingly, and she notices. Feeling her cheeks heat up.

"But that's not rude..." he said, Yin's heart started racing without even knowing what it was. "If I go out, I want you to come with me!"

The woman's head turns at the speed Lewis drives his car. "WHAT?" Yin stops in the middle of the hallway, as if Hamilton's words have pulled the handbrake on her body.

Lewis laughs at the woman's gesture, but keeps his smile, looking at her. Hamilton tucks a lock of the engineer's hair behind her ear, as they both stand in the middle of the hallway.

"That's right. I want you to come with me," he says again. "I know you've been at Mercedes longer than me, and it was your first job after college. You have a love for it. But I also have a love for you. Of all the engineers I've had, you're the best. You always prioritize what I want in the car, but you modify it so that it saves me in a pinch. And remember the race in Japan, when I thought I was going to lose? You were the only one who said I could do it. And you managed to convince me. Your work is inexplicable, you understand me. Professionally and as a person. I don't want to leave and leave you behind..." he says and Y/n blinks a few times, feeling her eyes water with the intensity of his words.

She knew what it meant to switch teams. It wasn’t just a job; it was a part of her life. But in that moment, as she looked into Lewis’s sincere eyes, she realized that maybe it wasn’t just about cars and engines. Maybe it was about him and her.

"You're kidding... You can't say such sweet things to a wimpy woman in public." She laughed nervously, trying to wipe her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

Lewis laughs at the comment.

"Sorry," he smiles. "I just can't lose you." A sentence that wasn't related to the woman's job, but rather, how he's afraid of losing her from his life.

"Okay..." she swallows back her tears. Tears of emotion. "I'm in... I'll go with you, wherever you want to go" Y/n says. "I'm not having a good time in there either." With that, Lewis's gaze drops to worried. "I'll explain better later. But yes, I'll leave the Mercedes with you if you need me"

Hamilton smiles. "I know I'm asking a lot of you..."

Y/n shakes her head. "No, I've been wanting to go out for a while now too." She smiles.

Lewis pulls her into a hug, resting his head on her hair. Hair that smelled like peach shampoo with a soft hint of coconut.

"Come on, we have to finish this endless list of things" Y/n pulls out of the hug wiping away a few more tears.

"Only if you promise not to cry anymore," he says, running his hands over the woman's cheeks.

"I promise, if you promise not to confess yourself here in public again, making me cry again" she says smiling and Lewis laughs.

"I promise." He holds out his pinky and Y/n wraps hers around his.

"You know pinky promises are sacred, don't you?" She teased, pressing her finger against his.

Lewis smirked, but his voice was firm: "I know. And I've never broken one."

After that moment, it took them a few more hours to finish Lewis's shopping list. It was a full cart and a few more things that Y'n had to hold in her hand to take to the checkout.

It wasn't supposed to be a lot of stuff, but anything that Y/n mentioned that was pretty and that she would buy someday, Lewis would discreetly put in the cart, so that when he got home, he would present her with all the things she touched in the store.

Arriving at Y/n's condominium again, the woman who returned driving, parks Hamilton's car in front of the house.

"How many hours did we spend in that place?" She leans back against the leather seat, turning off the car and looking at the man next to her.

Lewis looks at his wrist.

"At least three hours..." he sighs tiredly.

Y/n laughs. "Come on. I can make some hot chocolate and a fresh muffin for us to eat before dinner," she says, taking off her seatbelt and opening the car door.

"Dessert before dinner?"

Y/n nods. "Yes. You who also live alone, have you never done this?" She jokes and Lewis smiles.

The woman walks up the driveway and opens the front door. Without realizing it, she has left Hamilton behind. Meanwhile, he opens the trunk and takes out the things he had bought for her at the store, without her even seeing.

The engineer was in the kitchen when Lewis entered the woman's house with the bags. He leaves them on the living room table and Y/n notices.

"Oh, I thought you weren't going to get your stuff out of the car," she says, putting the milk on to boil and turning to get the chocolate from the cupboard.

"Oh, no!" He says as if it were simple, and sits on a stool in front of the woman's kitchen island, watching her take things from the cupboards. "They're not mine. They're the things I bought for you," he says, taking his cell phone out of his pants pocket so he doesn't sit on it.

Y/n, who had two mugs in her hand, quickly turns to him. With furrowed eyebrows and a curious look on his face.

"What? For me? Why?" She peppers him with questions, placing the mugs on the counter and turning off the heat of the milk.

Lewis leaned against the counter, propping himself up with his elbows and folding his hands.

"You liked it, I saw it, so I put it in the cart." He shrugged as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but the smile on his face gave it away.

She looks amused and puts her hands on her hips, but smiles.

Always like that. There wasn't a day when they weren't out together that Lewis didn't buy her things. At first, she used to think he did it because he thought she couldn't afford the things she wanted, but she soon realized that it was just his way. Lewis Hamilton showed affection through gestures, and she learned to accept it, even if she still tried to scold him when he overdid it.

"Thanks then," she smiles shyly and hands him a mug.

"You're welcome." He replied, taking the drink with a slight smile on his face.

With the mug in hand, the two went to the living room. Y/n pulled out a blanket that was folded on the couch and spread it over the two of them as they sat down. The comforting warmth of the hot chocolate and the peaceful atmosphere made it a perfect moment.

The apartment was warmed by the fireplace, the smell of hot chocolate mingling with the woodsy perfume Lewis always wore. It was the kind of evening she loved: quiet, unpretentious, and filled with conversations that only the two of them understood.

Y/n was so excited about the new project she had in mind for Lewis' Mercedes car, that she didn't even see that her best friend was completely over the moon.

"Lew?? Are you listening to me?" She asks with a laugh, placing her now empty cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table.

Lewis looks at her and raises his eyebrows, scratching the back of his neck.

"You know, I have an event to go to on Thursday. Tommy's..."

"Don't you want to go?" She cuts him off.

"No, no, no! On the contrary, I'm excited to go." He says and Y/n raises her eyebrows, as if there's no reason for him to be like that. "It's just...I wanted you to go with me!"

Y/n lifts her head. "ME?"

"Yes!" He laughs at her surprise. "Each guest can bring someone. And I want to bring you!" Lewis says simply. "Sure, if you're up for it and you don't have a date with another guy."

Y/n laughs at the comment. "That's the one thing I definitely haven't had in the last 3 years." She smiles. "But why me? You can choose any one."

Lewis could have any woman he wanted. Because, you see, he's Lewis Hamilton. Formula One driver, model, dark-haired and hot. Why would he want to take her? A simple Mercedes engineer?

Okay, not that simple. The woman is brilliant, she's an engineer for Mercedes in Formula 1.

"What do you mean because you?" Lewis turns on the couch, to face her. "You are you! You are my partner in crime." She laughs. "And I feel safer with you by my side." He nudges the woman's shoulder.

She lowers her head smiling.

"Okay. I think I have something in the closet to wear." She says in agreement and Lewis grins from ear to ear. "I'll go with you.”

Hamilton smiles even more and pulls his best friend, making her fall on the couch and Lewis tickles her.

"You make me the happiest man in the world!"

As Lewis laughed, still holding her on the sofa, Yin couldn’t help but smile. He looked so genuinely happy that for the first time in a long time, she wondered if this invitation was just a friendly thing. But if it was, then why was her heart beating so fast?

Part 3

#fanfiction #y/n #romance #lovers #imagines #one shot #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton #formula 1 #formula one #drive

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pray4saint · 2 years ago

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Can I please have a tall latte with a dash of cinnamon with a cupcake and fortune cookie on the side? Thankyou

For the 100 follower celebration (congrats)

guest of honour

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. streamer!reader. ted nivison x reader. jschlatt x reader. mentions of alcohol, bongs, vapes and implied mention of weed.

a/n. tysm! here's your order anon :] (i did do these separately but if you wanted them together you can send another request! also i picked the prompts since you didn't add one)

prompts: ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” / ”that could be us.” ”that is us.” / ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you..” / ”my kiss?” ”right, sorry.”

ted

your fans knew you had a boyfriend, they knew he was also in content creation, they knew you loved him, and they knew he was always texting you during your streams. since he'd always been faceless, voiceless, and nameless, it was a shock for the viewers to see the door open and someone walk in, head cut off by the camera placement.

it was planned, to a degree.. you knew ted would show up on your stream, in your office but you didn't know when, and that's what made it fun. ”oh my god, hey babe!” you spun in your chair and got up to hug him, the height difference clear to all. and now your fans knew he was tall too. before you were able to get back to your seat, ted pulled you back to him. ”excuse me? sweetheart my kiss?” you smiled and got up on your tippy toes, ”right, sorry about that.” hands flat on his chest when you kissed him.

you walked back over to your desk to see how the viewers were taking the small interaction, and from how you were positioned leaning over your desk, ted was able to pad over next to you, still out of view of the camera. when you realised how close he was you pulled a chair away from the all beside yours and you sat down. ”oh chat did i mention my boyfriend was joining today?” you gave the camera a cheeky smile, watching as chat was still trying to put the voice to a face.

ted leaned down into frame before he sat down, smiling at the camera with a wave. the moment he sat down, he started a bit. ”do you have audio listeners?”

”no.”

”what a shame.” you rolled your eyes at him before pulling yourself towards the desk to move apps across your monitors. ”shit, almost..” your voice trailed off, neither ted nor your stream heard what you said and while it's easy to ignore chat's pleas, it's a little harder when it's your boyfriend. ”what was that angel?” you hum at him, question in the sound. ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you.”

this wasn't a bit, but it sure as hell was clipped a ton. ”i said,” you began, voice louder than it was most of the time. ”'shit, i almost leaked our discord dms.', happy?”

”very.”

schlatt

your boyfriend's fanbase knew of you, but they didn't know anything about you aside from that schlatt loved you. of course it had to come sooner or later, but after a long talk about the consequences, you'd talked each other into a deal for you to go on his stream with him.

for awhile schlatt streamed and you sat just off camera, looking at your phone and back up at him from time to time. it was something that your best friend had sent you that made you scrunch your face up, and your boyfriend noticed immediately. ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” it was the first time he'd acknowledged you were around on stream and his chat was freaking out. of course it didn't stop you from getting up and slapping his arm. ”ow. you're mean.” he didn't mean it, yet it only made you hit him again before you finally pulled your chair out to sit with him.

once chat had gotten a good look at you and you waved and said hello, schlatt pushed his phone up to the camera before giving it to you. ”hon' that could be us.” it was a picture of two cats; one holding a bong and two vapes while the other held a case of beer. ”j, baby that is us.” now you show the camera the picture of the cats and schlatt takes the opportunity of being hidden to press a quick kiss to your cheek, making you gasp.

”chat did you see that?! did you hear that?!” they all seemed confused as you went off on your tangent, face making the :o while schlatt's mouth twitched up into a smirk, bordering on the grin as you tattled on him to his viewers. ”he kissed me when you guys weren't looking!”

oh boy did twitter have a fun time over analysing the clip of the short kiss sound, trying to figure out if it was true.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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wowzah2nd · 2 months ago

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I'm Home

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

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Loki has been acting suspicious and it wasn't just today but its been like this for a few years now no one really thought anything of it until today, today was the day they figured this out

For the longest time loki had been acting far from the normal it started and all the avengers noticed but never really bothered to think more of it. It started a few years ago after a mission he had disappeared after the battle and appeared just as if he had no be gone for hours now and ever since that day it had kept on happening.

If he was ever needed in the tower he wouldn't go running off since he knows his needed but he would constantly look at his phone if a message ever popped up. Which surprised everyone since when did he get a phone. But thor the never suspecting and trusting brother he is thought loki was finally acclimating to his new life on midgard but not everyone was convinced.

Loki when not needed in the tower would disappear for days and would magically appear back if he was needed on a mission which was great but it was still a mystery where he went until today.

On this day particularly tony had an idea that he decided he'd enact today.

Tony walking to the living room where everyone else was relaxing

Tony: today is the day

He shouted, everyone not looking surprised by this but looking at him curious

Natasha: and what is today gonna be

Clint: oh id love to hear this

Tony: as you all know loki go for days on end without coming back to the tower unless needed and we all turned a blind eye until today

He paused for dramatic effect

Tony: UNTIL TODAY MY FELLOW TEAM

Steve: why are you talking like that

Tony: come on let me have my fun we're finally gonna know where reindeer games goes during his off time haven't you all ever been a little bit curious where he goes off to.

Thor: i do wonder where my dear brother goes

Bruce: even if we wanted to know how are you gonna do it

Tony gives a shit eating grin like evil master mind

Tony: im glad you asked my friends, i have created a tracking device, everhard to plant on your brother by the way thor but very hard to detect by any type of magic or technology ( pretend like i know what im talking about and this devices is possible please hahaha )

Everyone look at him shocked

Steve: there is no way you made something like that and stuck it on loki nonetheless

Tony: but ho ho my friend i did

As he says that he pulls out his phone with loki's location

Tony: so who wants to go on a field trip

Reader POV

You were in you house with your daughter Asta cooking, she wanted to help you make apple pie so you decided you'd let her help since watching her do so was so adorable.

Y/N: okay sweetie lemme show you how to do it and i'll let you do it next okay

Asta: okay mummy

You showed her how to carefully cut the apples using her own little knife

Y/N: are you okay to dry it you self now

With confidence she nodded her head and started to cut the apples, while you were do that you decided to roll out the pie do to make the pie crust once done you decide to see how your daughter was doing and with a proud smile you saw she had cut all the apples perfectly

Y/N: you did heart sweetie now what were gonna do is grab a bowl and put them in her okay

You go to grab a bowl and put it in front of her to put the apples in

Y/N: now we add cinnamon and brown sugar can you put that in for me

Asta: Yes i can

So she does so with great enthusiasm and without having to be told she started to mix everything together

Y/N: look at you already getting ahead of mummy

Asta started to giggle feel so proud of herself

Asta: now what do we do mummy

You grab the already made pie crust and put it in front of asta

Y/N: now we put the mixed and and we’ll baking it in the oven

Asta then started pouring everything into the pie, but just as she was finished she look at the apple pie and thought something was missing

Asta: mummy doesn't the pie need a top

Just as she said that you realise you forgot that and were about to put it in with out one

Y/N: your absolutely right baby thank you for reminding mummy

Asta proud of helping her mum remember an important step puffs out her chest

Asta: your welcome mummy

You then help asta of the bench so she can watch you put the oven and once in she stare as the pie she help made wanting to watch the pie baking

Y/N: sweetie is gonna be awhile till the pie bakes why do we set up the table for dinner and wait for daddy

Hearing that her dad would be coming home tonight she runs to the cupboard to grab the plates and put them on the table then coming back and opening the drawer to grab the cutlery

Just as she was finishing up making the table the doorbell rings, and hearing it makes you smile he was home again

Asta: daddy home

She sprints to the door and flings it open and on que loki was already squatting down ready to receive his daughters embrace

Loki: Hello my little witchlit im home , how are you?, ive missed you so much

He then starters to smother her cute cheeks in kisses causing asta to giggle uncontrolby

Asta: daddy stop that tickles

He then stops for a moment then gives her one finally big long kiss on the cheek and puts her down, as this was all happening you were looking at them with so much love from the dining room

Once loki puts asta down he makes his way to you, cupping your face with both his hands

Loki: how have you been my love

Y/N: im been okay my love ive just missed you so much

Tiptoes to meet his height you give him a long awaited kiss

Astra:can i give daddy a kiss too

You break the kiss and go to pick up your little girl

Y/N; of course you can sweetie

Once carrying her you face her towards loki and she leans in and kissed loki on the cheek

Asta: we really missed you daddy

Loki: and i have missed you both

Y/N: you must be tired why dont we all sit down for dinner, i made apple pie for deseret

Lokis eyes light up in delight

Loki: my favourtie darling you really didnt have to

Y/N: it was no effort at all since i had help

Loki looked at your surprised making he way to the dining table and taking a seat

Loki: and who he-

Before he could finish his sentence asta told him who

Asta: i did daddy

Loki: you did?. Well now i know it will taste eve better

Small time skip

As you were enjoying dessert and catching up with loki thers is knock at the door, who could that be as yuo were about to get up loki stops you

Loki: i got it my love you sit and eat

Y/N; thank you my love

Loki Pov

Who could this be at this hour, i open the door im an greeted with a surprise it was the whole of the avengers infront of my door step

Loki: what are you all doing her

Tony: what are you doing here?

Natasha: do you live here?

Steve: how long have you been living her?

As they were asking all these question i can hear Y/N getting up from her seating and making her way to the door

Y/N: whos at the door my love

I gave out a long sigh even though Y/N has known that i was part of the avengers i didnt want them to find out about her and luckily she was understanding of my reasoning of wanting to protect our family but also keep them away from these annoying bunch

She had shown interest and meeting them and i promised her i would but this was too soon and unplanned

Y/N: ohh

She said in a surprised tone

Loki: seems like we have some surprise visitors

Everyone look at Y/N with surprise and shock, everyone was silet for a moment but in tony fashion he decided to be the one to ask

Tony: who that

He point at Y/N, i gesture for Y/N to answer her self since i knew she wanted to do it herself, seeing her smile proudly she answers

Y/N: Im his wife

Everyone eyes go wide in shock

Everyone: you married

Reader POV

You laughed at all their surprised face you always wanted to know what theyed all look like once they found out and it was just as good as you thought it would

Y/N: Yes we are

And on que you both show your rings

Clint decided to speak

Clint: i've never seen you wear that ring before

Loki chuckled and showed them that he put a glamour on the ring to make it look like he wasn't wearing one since he never wanted to take it off. You had told him you could for work but he wanted to it was the symbol of your love until your daughter was born and she become the greatest symbol of your love and as if on que she decided to pop her head to see what was taking us so long

She was shy either, walking up to the door and seeing her favourte super heros

Astra: Oh my gosh mummy, daddy it’s the avengers

Everyones eyes widen in shock again

Everyone: daddy

Thor: your married and have a daughter brother why didn’t you tell us

Loki then gave them a guilty look knowing this was gonna be a long talk you decided to suher everyone in and to take a seat in the living room. As they were all talking you decided to put your daughter to sleep which was very hard since her heroes were all doesn stairs but you were stern and made sure she slept

Once asleep you walk back downstairs to see everyone still talking

Clint: i know you did this to protect them but we would have kept them safe too

Thor; indeed brother we would have

Loki gave out a long sigh and you'd decided to walk to his taking his hand in yours fo support

Loki : I know you would but we just wanted to to be just us for a while before they were exposed to this kind of life you know plus i know clint is in the same situation but they live somewhere farther but i just couldn't live that far from them. I know i have magic but if there were anything to happen to it i wanna be close just in case

You decided to add in youe piece next

Y/N: he was just trying to protect us please dont be too cross with him

Everyone look at one another and decided that it was not something worth being mad at

Steve: your right. If i was in your shoes loki i would do the same

Loki looked up at everyone happy that no one was disappointed ta him he was worried that he had lost their trust but knowing that it was for a good cause they understood

Tony: so now that out of the way lets get to the good stuff… how did you two even meet

You smiled at the memory of meeting loki it was as if fated intended it to happen

Y/N: why dont we tell you over some apple pie we have some left over from dinner

#loki #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #secret relationship #married life #married couple #marvel #the avengers #fluff #romance

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lanitalay · 1 year ago

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Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 5

a/n: this one was fun for me. enjoy!!!

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“Good morning” you sit across the table from him “what’s for breakfast?” He picks up a piece of toast from his plate and flashes you a sleepy smile and says “anything you like”. Magic house, right. “In that case, I’d like a cinnamon roll, an omelet, hot chocolate and orange juice” placing your hands on the table as the list of food begins to appear in front of you. You half waited for Azriel to make a comment about your choice of breakfast but he only said “a cinnamon roll sounds really good right now” and then his own plate appeared. A giggle, an actual giggle, escaped your lips. Get a grip. “Cheers” you motion with your bun and he returns the gesture. “If Cassian sees me having simple carbs for breakfast he’ll make me run an extra ten miles at training tomorrow” his eyes have gone wide and it reminds you of the kid you used to babysit when you would take him to the ice cream shop on the way home from school. “The super fit general doesn’t like a sweet treat?” you ask between bites. “It’s not that he doesn’t like sweets but when he gets in his trainer mindset he becomes a pain in the ass” you snort “and I’m guessing you have a sweet tooth?” he nods once “it’s my only weakness” you roll your eyes and smile as you keep eating. Everything was delicious, you basically inhaled the cinnamon roll and hot chocolate. As you push those dishes away they vanish. This house freaking rules. You go to eat the omelet as Azriel asks “How did you find your room?” “Oh it’s beautiful and the bed is very comfy” he continues “did you sleep well?” You shake your head “well, once I fell asleep it was fine but I was up until late tossing and turning”. “I’m sure this has been difficult to process” you sip the orange juice, throat suddenly feeling dry “uhm, yeah it feels fake, all of this and last night was the first night I got the chance to think without being distracted or interrupted and… I was just overwhelmed” Azriel nodded and you jumped a little as you felt a cooling sensation against your cheek “sorry, they usually don’t bother people” he said and pulled his shadows away from you. You bring your hand up and notice the tear tracks. I must be dehydrated from all this crying. Lightly laughing you say “I don't even notice when I cry anymore, before I got here I don’t remember the last time I cried and I can’t seem to stop” another laugh slips as another shadow swipes the last falling tear. “I can’t even begin to understand how you feel, but if you want my opinion, I think you’ve been incredibly resilient” he gets up from the table “I’ll see you later” and walks away. You can’t help but feel a little embarrassed crying in front of him before the day has even begun.

“You must be y/n! Nesta told me you’d be joining us today” after breakfast and a little bit of walking about the house trying to remember where everything was. Feyre had found you and informed you that the priestesses were ready to begin. “I”m Gwyn” she held out her hand and offered you a million dollar smile. You shook her hand and offered her a five dollar smile in return. “Well, follow me,” she walked you through shelves and shelves of ancient looking volumes and tomes and from what you gathered these books could very well be thousands of years old. The thought made you feel very small. “I have taken it upon myself to take charge of this project and put together a small group to find out how to get you home” she said the last few words in a whisper. So the portal business is not for everyone to know, makes sense. You spend the next few hours meeting the other priestesses and beginning the search for books that might have what you’re looking for. By lunchtime you are starving and in need of fresh air.

You opt for lunch on your balcony. But regret it almost immediately, the peace and quiet opening the floodgates of your mind and soon enough you’ve lost your appetite. Sighing, you get up from the little table and walk into the room. You grab your bag and empty it out on the bed. You had some snacks, your water bottle, an extra pair of socks you had forgotten about, your wallet, passport, sunglasses, phone and sunscreen. That was it. This is it. You place everything that you have to your name in the drawer of your bedside table and resist the urge to cry again. There’s still a full day ahead. The despair quiets down as you return to the library and are consumed by the work.

After a full day of research you feel like your mind is going to explode. This will take months, if we’re lucky. You return to the dining room and see Cassian, Azriel and who you could only assume is Nesta already eating. “Y/n! Meet my mate, Nesta” Cassian excitedly points to the female beside him. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you” you try to muster up some energy but the defeat in your voice and your face is obvious. “It’s nice to meet you as well, I apologize I wasn’t here yesterday but I assume everything has gone well with the house?” At that you can’t help the enthusiastic nod “the house is fantastic”. You start to make yourself a plate and they return to their conversation but you don’t really listen to what they say. You keep going over and over it. Before you got here, before you stepped on that circle- there was something there. But you hadn’t seen anything, not a shadow, not a footprint, nothing. But the quiet… whatever it was, it was a predator that had scared off all but one prey. Maybe it was a trap. You feel sick. Oh god. “Y/n? You’re pale” Azriel’s voice snaps you from your spiral and you see the three of them sharing the same concerned look. I hate that look. “I’m just tired, it’s been… a long day” you try to finish your dinner but between their worried glances and your lack of appetite you can’t do it. “I’m gonna call it a night, guys” you say and walk to your room.

The next few days are a blur of the same routine: breakfast with Azriel and sometimes Nesta, research, lunch, research, dinner, sleep. On the third day Azriel is the only one at breakfast “do you only have two changes of clothes?” You furrow your brows at him, “yes” last night had been the second sleepless one and you were in no mood to be tested. “I can take you into town if you’d like, get you something else to add to the rotation” you appreciated his offer, truly, the dress and the leggings were getting old “thanks, but I have no currency or goods or services that I can exchange for new clothes. These will have to do” you start drinking your tea, the only thing you could stomach since yesterday. “Y/n, you are an official guest of the Night Court. You can charge whatever you need or want to the High Lord” Oh “I did not know that. I’ve never been an official guest of anything. But still, you’ve already given me too much”. He stays serious as he says “We leave after you finish breakfast” he pushes a cinnamon roll in front of you. “I guess we can leave now” he doesn’t move “you’re not going to eat?” You shake your head “I’d love to but I am not hungry at all” he looks at you square in the face and you know he can see through the paper thin mask you’ve put on. “Very well, let’s go then”.

“Do you prefer pants or skirts?” Azriel asked as you walked through a very busy part of Velaris. “Well it depends, I like skirts for leisurely activities and pants for everything else” Azriel looked around, he seemed just as lost as you were “fair enough”. “Azriel, do you know where we’re going?” He placed his hand on your back to guide you through the crowd “of course I do”. You say nothing. Both of us seem to be in a mood today. “Here we are,” he points to a quiet looking storefront “Feyre and Nesta talk about this shop a lot”. You walk in and see a mixture of textiles, prints and cuts that revive a part of you that has been dormant for a while. “Oh my god, this is great” Azriel lets out a breath and says “go crazy” and you do. Two hours and three full bags later you walk out of the shop. “I feel like I went overboard, we should return half of these things” you go turn around but Azriel’s wing stops you from walking any further. “Nonsense, you need the clothes, now we need to get you some new shoes” you look at your boots “what’s wrong with these?” He walks into a shoe shop “nothing is wrong with them, but don’t you want something more comfortable?” You would like some slippers and maybe something cute to wear with the dresses “alright, if you insist”. As you walk towards the displays you miss the smile that ghosts over Azriel’s face.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Azriel. Getting out of the house and the library was just what the doctor ordered” you say as you bite down on a cinnamon roll that you had ordered at a little bakery. “A change of scenery is always nice I suppose” you nod and keep eating. “Y/n, feel free to not answer if you don’t want to but what is your world like?” Dammit, just as I was having a nice time. You sip some tea, your throat having gone dry yet again. Breathe, come one. In. Out. “It’s ok. Well for starters there’s no magic. There is war, famine, illness. But we also have so much beauty. Where I’m from the trees are always green and the sky is constantly blue. We have beaches and rivers. I was traveling before I got here, and I saw a bit of the world away from my home and it was beautiful. Similar to this, but the stars felt like a painting and these feel like living beings. We have art and I guess the most recent advancement has been the internet, but that’s a whole other conversation. There are so many animals, we keep some as pets. I had or have a dog. But there are monkeys and dolphins and butterflies and oh- we move around by cars or planes or trains mainly. We have horses but ever since the industrial revolution they aren’t the main form of transportation” you talked for what felt like hours, by the end your throat was sore from overuse. Azriel had listened to it all and had committed every detail to memory. Even if he didn't understand the internet or how planes flew without magic.

After the snack break Azriel let you know that you were going to have lunch at the River House with Feyre and Elain, the third sister you had yet to meet. The sister Mor thinks Azriel is enamored with. The walk back was pretty long but enjoyable, conversation with the Shadowsinger seemed to flow naturally and he seemed interested in everything you had to say so when he announced you had arrived you couldn’t help the disappointment that bubbled in your chest. The River House was a spectacular mansion overlooking the Sidra. “Azriel, y/n! Come over here, Elain is just finishing up lunch” Feyre said in place of greeting. You follow Azriel towards glass doors that lead to a beautiful garden terrace, where you are greeted by a delicious looking spread of finger foods. “I tried to make everything baby friendly” a delicate musical voice says to Azriel. You look from the spread towards the voice “you must be Elain, I’m y/n”. She smiles and says “lovely to meet you, please start without me, I’m in the middle of decorating a cake” you note the apron she dons and the frosting that stains her pretty face. I’d be into her if I was Azriel.

Feyre, Nyx, Azriel and yourself enjoy lunch and simple conversation “there’s only a few more weeks of summer so we try to make the most of this weather before the Sidra freezes” you nod, having noticed that the breezes gliding through the air seem to be getting cooler and cooler everyday. The High Lady lets the little boy out of his chair, he doesn’t look older than two. Once he’s free of the confines of his high chair he races to the lawn and begins to play with some toys he probably left there earlier. “Here we are” Elain returns to the table with an intricately decorated cake, it has all sorts of flowers and leaves made of pastel color frosting and Elain herself looks perfectly put together, she looks for her nephew “Nyxie, do you want a slice?” The table laughs as he ignores her and goes back to playing. “Sorry Elain, you know how he gets after being still for too long” Feyre says. The domestic scene fills your heart with longing for your own family. That could’ve been you. Your blood runs cold as you hear the distinct lilt of your mother’s voice. Not this again. You had had some reprieve of those words ever since getting here. “So Elain, I’ve been told you garden?” You ask to fill the comfortable silence the group had fallen into. Luckily Elain had a lot to say about the upcoming autumn harvest and her plans for the following year.

After lunch concluded, you and Azriel went back to the House of Wind where you resumed the routine you had grown to appreciate. In the morning you would wake up and actually choose an outfit, which was a nice addition, have breakfast and go to the library. After lunch you’d go back to the library until dinner. After dinner you’d either walk around the house, find a book to read, maybe journal a bit. Other nights were a bit more fun though, someone would take you into town and you’d go dancing or walk along the river or visit art galleries. It was a nice routine. Predictable. Dependable. Enjoyable.

So Azriel was very surprised when you walked into the dinning room with a huff and a scowl. “What’s the matter?” You look at him like with wild eyes “Azriel I can’t do it anymore” he stiffens and you continue “The priestesses are all very nice and Gwyn is a sweetheart but the only thing I do is look for books for them to read because they are all written in ancient languages I don’t understand. I’m so bored, Azriel, I’m numb with boredom. I’m not a researcher and I can’t even contribute, not really. I don’t wanna go back down there. It’s dark and cold and I need sunshine. Sunshine!” you finish by dropping into your chair and putting your head between your hands. “I see-” you interrupt him “and I’m sorry I sound ungrateful ok? You’ve all been very nice”. He continues “if you need a change of pace you could come with me to the human lands, I’ll be there for a few days on an assignment. I’d appreciate the company” you could kiss him.

“When do we leave?”

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cookiesandbiscuits · 2 years ago

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Can you write about a fanfic with the reader being Kalego's sister. She is sweet and kind, and I wanna know how you'd depict Kalego's life with his little sister in the school. Thx in advance

An Unexpected Connection

Featured Character: Kalego Naberius

A/N: AJAHJSHAHAKKJAHA that is a great idea. Imagine how chaotic Bablys would be the moment it's revealed that the precious cinnamon roll of the campus is actually related to the grumpy old man.

Also, protective older brother Kalego is *chef's kiss*

PS. I made the reader here a teacher if you wouldn't mind :D

I also suck at making up subject names so... *nervous sweats*

Fair warning though, this is a bit lengthy (I got too eager. This was really fun to write :D)

Enjoy!! <3

MASTERLIST

"Hey, did you hear? We have a new teacher for our Defensive Magic subject starting today."

"Really?"

"Yeah! I heard other students talk about it earlier."

"Are you talking about the new Defensive Magic subject teacher?"

"I saw her just now. And let me tell you, she's quite the beauty."

"She is?!"

Afternoon class just started, and the Royal One classroom is filled with murmuring. The subject of their gossip today is the new subject teacher at Babyls.

"Silence!"

The gossiping voices stopped.

"As you may have heard now, you will be having a new teacher on your Defensive Magic subject starting today," Kalego looked at you and motioned to get in front. "Please introduce yourself."

"Hello! My name is Y/N, and I will be your teacher in Defensive Magic starting today." You introduced yourself, and you can't help grinning widely at the students.

You were excited. It has always been your dream to be a teacher here at Babyls, and now, that dream finally came true.

You were also a little nervous, now that you're actually standing in front of the students.

You just hope that everything goes well as you prepare yourself for your first lecture.

"Just relax and focus. The casting will be off if you're nervous," you gently advised as the blue-haired student beside you cast a barrier spell on the bird figurine you brought.

"D-did I do it?"

"Let's see..." You watch as a barrier forms around the figurine.

"Well, it seems that... Oh!" you blinked as the figurine melted into a black goo.

"Oh... I must've made a mistake." The blue-haired student lowered his head dejectedly.

Seeing his crestfallen expression, you gingerly patted his head and smiled. "Don't worry, you don't have to get it immediately. Casting a barrier spell can be very tricky, so you're bound to make blunders every once in a while."

A tall, pink-haired boy came beside him. "Sensei is right, Iruma-sama! And knowing you, I'm sure that you'll figure out that spell in no time!"

"Hehe... if Iruma-chi is having trouble, you can always count on Clara-sensei to teach you!" a green-haired girl chimed in while proudly presenting her barrier.

"This is impressive, considering that it's your first time! It's a little unstable, but it's no less a feat! And... Iruma, was it?" You turned back to the blue-haired boy. "If you're still having trouble casting the barrier, you should try imagining that you're putting the object in front of you inside a hamster ball. It always works out for me! After all, visualization is important when it comes to casting spells."

"Will that really work?" Iruma glanced at you curiously.

"Yup! But you can also think of something else if it suits you more."

RIIIINNNGGG!!!

"Okay, that concludes our first lesson! We will be having a quiz about the fundamentals of barrier spells next week, so please be prepared for that. And for those who are having a hard time with their barrier spells, you are free to consult me in the faculty room. Have a good day!"

"Wow, you sure are famous among the students, Y/N-chan~"

"Ahaha, what makes you say that?"

"Oh, you don't know? You've been the topic of the students' conversations for the past few weeks. They mostly mention how nice or how almost-impossibly angelic you are," Dali appraises.

You sheepishly scratched your cheek. "Well, as much as I appreciate their praises, I think they might've overexaggerated a bit."

"I wish my students were as enthusiastic in my class as they are in yours," Momonoki sighed. "It almost makes me a little jealous. Tell me, how do you do it? Do you have any special tricks?"

"Tricks?" you tilted your head in confusion.

"Hahaha! It's amazing how you captured their hearts in a small matter of time. But whenever you need help, just remember your senpai will always be there for you," Robin assured while proudly giving you a thumbs up.

You can only giggle at his actions.

"Thank you, senpai. I'll make sure to keep that in mind."

"Hnggg... I totally get why the students think you're angelic."

You slightly jumped when the male teacher suddenly hugged you.

"You're so adorable, I can't help but want to protect you!" He cried.

"O-oh... Haha..."

"What are you doing?"

"Kalego-sensei!"

You turned to the door. Kalego stood there with his brows furrowed.

"W-we were just, you know..."

"W-we were just talking about how Y/N is famous among the students nowadays!"

...

"I see. Don't forget about your paperwork."

The teachers watched as Kalego took his class record and left the scene.

"Okay, what just happened?"

You raised your eyebrows at your co-teachers' reactions. "What do you mean?"

"Well... Kalego-sensei used to scold us whenever we were caught gossiping at work. So seeing him leave quietly is a little unnerving," Dali explains.

"I wonder why he didn't?"

"Maybe it's because Y/N-chan is here."

"It's possible."

"Wow, so even Kalego-sensei is not immune to Y/N's charms? You really are amazing, Y/N!"

"Uh... thank you?"

A few weeks had passed since you started teaching, and you were now the students' favorite subject teacher on campus.

You're still not used to their compliments, but you're trying to come to terms with it.

But as they say, fame comes with unwanted attention.

"Y/N, please come with me to the library. I need your help with the next lesson."

"Oh, okay."

You hurriedly put away the papers you were grading and followed Kalego to the library.

"Kalego-sensei sure likes to ask Y/N-chan for help nowadays, huh?" Dali said as your back left his sight.

"He sure does..."

Raim awkwardly laughed. "He doesn't hesitate to work the newbies to the bone, does he?"

The others nodded in agreement.

"Surprisingly though, he's quite lenient with her," Raim added.

"You call that lenient?" Orias looked at her as if she was joking.

"Well," Marbas hummed, "considering what it was like when we were new here, I'd say he is."

"So you're saying Kalego-sensei plays favorites with Y/N-chan?"

"No, I don't think that's it."

Everyone turned to Murmur.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know but... I feel like there's more than favoritism that's going on between them."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, you see..." Murmur bashfully scratched his head. "I sorta asked Y/N out before."

"WHAT?!"

Several exclamations came from the teachers.

"Oho~ so you asked her out, huh?" Dali teased.

"Oh my~ that's very bold of you," Raim commented.

"How can you ask your coworker out?! Have you no sense of professionalism?!" Orias hissed. Marbas nodded in agreement.

Murmur scoffed at their reaction, "Oh please, stop acting as if you're not planning to ask her out too. It's irritating."

The two flinched at his words. Dali and Raim gave the flustered teachers a teasing look.

"Anyways, that's not why I'm telling you this," Murmur continues. "You see, before I could even finish my question, Kalego-sensei suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He was giving me the death glare, all while asking Y/N for some help. Ever since, whenever I talk to Y/N, I can feel him looking daggers at me. It still gives me shivers while thinking about it," he shuddered.

"So... you're implying that Kalego-sensei and Y/N-chan are in some sort of relationship, right?" Raim asked.

"Well... Kalego-sensei's reaction would be weird if they weren't," Murmur retorted.

The others hummed in contemplation.

That conversation ignited the rumors that you and Kalego were dating each other.

The two of you were oblivious to it, as the teachers never mentioned it whenever you or Kalego were around.

Unfortunately, the students caught wind of the rumor.

You started to notice that students were murmuring to each other whenever you walked in the hallways with Kalego.

It was starting to get to you, so you decided to confront it once and for all.

"Okay, that's all for today. Good job everyone!"

You smiled proudly at the students as class ended. However, you stopped them before they could leave the courtyard.

"Can anyone please tell me what's going on lately? I've been noticing that some students whisper to each other whenever I walk through the hallways these days. I suppose you guys know why that is."

You turned to the bushes in your right.

"You guys can also come out now. I know you're there."

"Haha... So you noticed us?" Dali asked nervously. He didn't expect you to notice them as they used magic to hide their presence.

"So, can someone please explain to me what's going on right now?" you eyed the teachers and students suspiciously.

"Y/N-san... Are you dating Kalego-sensei?!" Momonoki shouted.

"...What?"

"Momonoki-sensei!"

"I know, I'm sorry, but..." her eyes shone with passion and determination. "I have to know. So... Y/N-san, are you or are you not dating Kalego-sensei?"

"Okay, wait. First of all, no, I am not dating him." You heard Momonoki let out the breath she was holding.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "What made you think that?"

The teachers exchanged glances with one another.

"We noticed that you and Kalego-sensei were getting close to one another, seeing that you're the one he always asks for favors," Raim answered.

"He was also making sure that the male teachers who were trying to get close to you did not even try."

Your eyes went wide with surprise. "Oh. I... see."

You let out a sigh.

"I guess I owe you guys an explanation. Kalego-sensei and I are not dating because we're..."

...

"EH?!?!?!"

"Where were you?" Kalego looked at you slightly miffed.

"Sorry, I had to clear some misunderstanding with the faculty."

"Misunderstanding?"

You nodded. "They thought you and I were dating."

He scoffed. "That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"Well, if you hadn't hogged all of my free time, they wouldn't have made that assumption," you quipped.

"And let those guys lay out the charms on you? Not on my watch."

You sighed. "That's the reason why they thought that in the first place."

You look at your wristwatch. It was almost 6 in the evening.

"We should get going now. Shall we go home, my dearest big brother?"

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