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omg hello!! I saw you post those vox headcanons and wow I was literally kicking my feet and giggling LOL. I also saw you take requests right now! (at least thatâs what it said in your rules) and I wanted to request something : D
could I request general alastor headcanons with a GN! Reader please ? :D
Thank you!
General Dating Headcanons | Alastor
a/n: Of course my dear!! I love how Alastor is portrayed in the series, heâs easily one of my favorite characters! Iâve been wanting to do these for quite a bit, so thank you for the request!
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Wordcount: 1991
Cw: Hazbin Spoilers, minor violence, mentions of death, murder
(PLATONIC):
Ah so you managed to capture the attention of the infamous Radio Demon? You should be honored he even considers you worth his time! Not most demons have that luxury, they never live long enough to see.
Al strikes me as the kind of guy who knows everyone, heâs very observant and has eyes everywhere (his shadow friends extend throughout the entirety of the pride ring). Heâs got connections in just about anything. Heâs bound to have at least seen you once.
That being said, he views other sinners as inferior to him, if you don't have any power, he doesn't really see you as much of a threat (letâs be honest even if you did, he still wouldn't feel threatened)
Heâs quite intrigued when he sees a frail little thing like you walk through the hotel doors. You're here on your own free will, seeking redemption? Oh, this will be quite entertaining.
Youâre well aware of who he is, having been in hell for quite some time, even before his 7 yearlong disappearance, you knew to be wary in his presence.
It often left you being timid or skittish around him at first.
The deer demon had a knack for popping up at the most inconvenient of times, out of nowhere it seems (perks of being able to shadow travel). He would scare the daylights out of you nearly every time. Whether it was intentional or not, it always got a good laugh out of him.
And that smileâŠHe was always smiling, you can't ever recall a moment where he wasn't, not even a falter. It's definitely an intimidation tactic you think. After all, you're never fully dressed without one!~
Despite this, heâs a charmer. He has this flare about him that oozes confidence whenever he speaks with you, to anyone really. Heâs able to talk his way into and out of anything. One of the many perks of being a showman. Alastor is witty, charming and entertaining to say the least. Life is never dull with him around.
And if you happen to be from the same time period?? Itâll only want him to be around you even more! Finally, someone he can relate to in this cesspool.
This man is quite the chatterbox. He looooves to reminisce about the good olâ days, always talking about how things were in his radio days. He could talk for literal hours and not break a sweat. Youâll often have to politely interject when he rambles on for too long, not that he minds.
Did I mention he can cook too?? Really well, surprisingly. He claims he learned from his dearest mother. He had to put a name to her famous Jambalaya recipe! When you tried it for the first time your socks were nearly blown right off from how much cayenne pepper he put into it. He likes a little spice.
He's!! Always!! Humming!! The man loves to sing, he often finds himself absentmindedly humming old tunes from the 20âs as he goes about his day. Whether heâs out for a stroll, enjoying a nice cup of tea, or running around the hotel, heâs humming.
This has been stated before, but Alastor is not big on physical touch from others unless he's the one initiating it. There have been many times where heâs pulled you into a little dance or twirl while he explains something. It never fails to surprise you each time.
Heâll often use his microphone staff to push or touch something, more specifically someone. He doesn't like to touch sinners that often, God knows where theyâve been. Youâve seen him whack Angel upside the head with it before, the spider tried getting a little too close for comfort. But for you heâll make an exception.
Very well groomed!! He puts a lot of effort into his appearance, and cares about how he projects himself to the public eye. His hair is always neatly styled to perfection, shoes shined, and is always dressed to the nines. I mean did you see how mad he got when Pentious ripped a part of his coat off?
As the two of you begin to spend some more time together, you find yourself often having little meetups, the both of you would chat, share a cup of tea and just enjoy each otherâs company. He liked to sit on the patio, he had a little table, and everything set up for you two.
Alastor makes sure to keep an eye on you regularly. He may have his shadow sneak around and stalk you while you're out. Heâll use the excuse that âHell is a dangerous place!â, He can't have some low-life sinner trying to harm you, that would make him a terrible friend!
Undeniably has a soft spot for you that heâll never admit aloud, he genuinely enjoys your company and likes having someone around that will humor him and listen to his stories. Grandpa.
Overall, Al is quite a good friend to have, you feel like you can confide in him at any point, heâs surprisingly a wonderful listener. The more time you spend together only strengthens your little friendship. Even to the point where you both will grow to have a mutual respect for each other. He initially scared you at first, given his reputation, but underneath all the ruthless chaos is a true gentleman.
(ROMANTIC):
My man is sooo conflicted at first, Heâll spend hours in his den thinking about his feelings. (Weâve all seen the inside of his room, literally half of it is a swamp). The scenery can only soothe him so much as he contemplates on what to do.
This is probably where you will begin to less and less of him for a time being as he works out his inner turmoil.
But, once he finally comes to terms with these undeniable feelings, he decides to confront you privately, away from any prying eyes. Ahem AngelâŠ
Very old-fashioned, this is where he will properly ask to court you.Â
Youâll never know this but he was actually kind of nervous, he was worried youâd reject his offer, but imagine to his surprise when you said yes!! He kind of felt giddy.
Congratulations! You now have a cannibalistic deer overlord as your boyfriend
Heâs such a gentleman, I literally cannot say it enough, the man was raised right and he respects you!Â
You literally never have to open a door with him around. He holds your chair out for you, always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk, pays for every meal and is constantly giving you compliments left and right. And they say chivalry is dead.
Alastor loves to gift flowers to you. Every few weeks or so heâll give you a new bouquet. They're different each time, some have a meaning while others he simply thought youâd enjoy. You have a special place in your room where you keep them.
Now that youâre in a relationship, the two of you are basically joined at the hip. Wherever you are, Alastor is not far behind. He doesn't want to admit it but the overlord is kind of clingy. He doesn't like being too far from you.
If thereâs ever a reason he has to be away from you, heâll often have a few of his little imp dolls watch after you. You always thought they were cute little fellas anyways.
The both of you aren't exactly private about your relationship, but at the same time youâre not screaming it out from the rooftops either. Alastor is well aware of the dangers you could possibly face due to his status. Heâs made a lot of enemies in his time, and doesn't want to see you get hurt on his behalf.
That being said though, no demon in their right mind would try to threaten you.
God forbid they touch you either. Theyâd be ripped in half before they could even get another word out.Â
He's fiercely protective over you. He tries to play it off as nonchalantly as possible, but you know he cares about you immensely, itâs rather sweet really.
Now about physical affection. Things will go very slowly in the beginning, as said before he's fine with things as long as he's the one initiating it. If you two are out for a stroll youâll have your arm gently looped with his as you walk down the chipped sidewalks. Youâll have to be extremely patient with him, heâs not used to this âloveâ and âaffectionâ
If youâre ever having a bad day however, heâll slip out of his comfort zone for you, and allow you to hold onto him for as long as you please, in the privacy of your own room of course.
One of his favorite things to do with you, is to slow dance. There's something so intimate and special about it. It could be late into the evening, when everyone else had gone to their respective rooms for the night, If you listen closely though, youâll hear the soft hum of music coming from Alastorâs den, he has you in his arms, the both of you gently sway in a slow waltz across the room to the quiet love songs emitting from his radio. Itâs here that you truly savor these private moments with him.
Speaking of music, Al loves to sing to you. Oftentimes it may be a ballad or love song, and if you join in with him? Heâll fall for you even more.Â
Cooking! He loves to whip up all his favorite dishes just for you, oftentimes youâll help him in the kitchen, even if itâs the smallest thing. It's become an annual thing you two like to do together. He makes sure that you get only the best meat that this side of hell can provide.
Heâll often call you a mix of different pet names, here's a few of his favorites: Cher, Darling, Beloved, Dearest, Love, Mon Amour, Doll
Which btw on the topic of meat, Al is canonically a cannibal, heâll often eat demon meat in his meals, and will have you try it at least once.
Admittedly has gotten slightly jealous of his own shadow. The mischievous thing was always trying to steal your attention away from him, oftentimes it would work, you would always give in and humor him, saying that âEven his shadow needed some loving too!â. With a strained smile, Alastor shoots a glare at the inky mass of himself, who just looks at him with a smug grin.
Will have you meet Rosie at least once. Sheâs one of his other closest friends, and a real sweetheart. At first she comes off as really scary and intimidating. but the more you get to know her, and she's for certain that you wont hurt her friend, sheâs much more friendlier.Â
You two actually bond together somewhat, having little chats about Alastor occasionally, or about her business.
Itâs safe to say that this man would kill hundreds if not thousands for you. You have him wrapped around your little finger. If you ever have someone bothering you, they might as well already be dead, because this man will hunt them down like prey. And eat them too.
Honestly, Alastor as a lover is nothing short of wholesome. Heâs so attentive and caring when it comes to you. Which is so refreshing to see, especially coming from one of hellâs most feared overlords. Things will most likely start of slow, but if youâre patient with him, all the hard work will be rewarded tenfold. He had initially thought the Princess of Hellâs Hotel was one of the biggest jokes of the century, but what he wasn't expecting was you to be one of the best things to come out of it. You both were cast down to suffer an eternal damnation in hell, but at least now you can endure it together <3.
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Pairing: Hongjoong x Actress!Reader WC: 2.5k Warnings: smut (sexual degradation [reader is referred to as whore, slut, and hole], manhandling, tiny bit of spit kink, hickeys/marking, unprotected sex, use of a vibrator, oral sex [m receiving], light dacryphilia, spanking), swearing, jealous Hongjoong, possessive Hongjoong, established relationship, "good girl", probably some more that I missed (let me know)
Synopsis: You are an actress starring in a new drama, and fans online have been going crazy for you and your on-screen partner. After a particular scene goes viral, your boyfriend Hongjoong decides he needs to remind you who you belong to.
A/N: Requested by anon. I hope you like it!
The scene had gone viral overnight--one moment the drama you had been starring in was on the verge of cancellation, and now you were signing on for another season while your twitter blew up. The fans of the show were all in agreement: the season finale tension between you and your co star has sent a swarm of butterflies in their stomach. You had immediately called your boyfriend, Hongjoong, who was finishing up his world tour when you found out.
Hongjoong had wanted to be happy for you, and for the most part he was. But there was a nagging feeling that took root in his chest when he had watched that episode that he has no idea how to shake. He hadn't quite been able to pinpoint exactly what it was until Seonghwa pointed it out to him. He had been sitting backstage waiting for his turn in the hair and makeup chair, and was scrolling through the ship name tag on twitter with a clenched jaw. Seonghwa chuckled at his friend, immediately noticing the tension rolling off of him.
"You've gotta stop looking at all that shit. It's fine to feel jealous, but what you're doing now is gonna give you an ulcer."
Hongjoong continued his scrolling much to Seonghwa's dismay and determined that he was not jealous. No...he was fucking feral. The way you looked up at your co star was a look that should be reserved for him and him alone, and the likelihood of things progressing with the new season meant he needed to find a way to come to terms that you might be kissing this man. He was white knuckling his phone by the time his name was called. He just needed to get through one more night.
The following evening, you were lounging on your couch, silk pajamas on and a tv show playing. You were mindlessly invested in your show when you heard a knock at your door. You furrowed your brow, not expecting anyone at this hour. You paused your tv, and the knocking sounded again, but much more intense. You pad over to the door and look through the peephole, gasping and throwing it open in shock.
"Joong?! What are you doing here?" You throw your arms around your boyfriend's neck, tears springing to your eyes. "You must be exhausted, I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow morning?"
Hongjoong chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing tightly and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"I needed to see my gorgeous girl."
"I missed you."
"I missed you too, angel. Thats why I needed to see you--needed to do this." Hongjoong brings your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilts your head up, and kisses you deeply.
The kiss is intense--a clash of teeth as he surges forward. He pushes you back into your apartment and kicks the door shut behind him, not ever breaking the connection between his lips and yours. It leaves you breathless and dizzy, the fervor with which he's exploring your mouth with his own.
Hongjoong feels like his chest could explode at any moment as he teeters on the edge between wanting to explain himself and wanting to just take what he wants. But he forces himself to separate from you long enough to let you catch your breath. He plants rushed kisses down your jawline and neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. He feels pride simmer hot and heavy in his veins as you sigh and tilt your head back to give him more access, your hands exploring the planes of his torso as he continues sucking at your neck. He chuckles as he feels your fingers slip under his t-shirt and trace along his skin.
"Did you miss touching me too, angel?"
The breath you loose from your nose is pointed, and he can tell his words are getting the desired effect. You nod, and he makes a tsking sound. "I need you to use your words."
"Yes," You breathe out almost instantly. Hongjoong smirks and starts kissing at your neck again, slowly walking you back towards your open bedroom door.
"Good girl. Missed how good you are for me" He mumbles into your neck, sucking a dark hickey into your pulse point.
"Fuck, Joong, easy! I have a shoot in a couple of days."
That sends his blood boiling. He pulls away from your neck, eyes dark and chest impossibly tight. He speaks lowly, maintaining eye contact.
"Worried your new boy toy will see?"
You furrow your brows in confusion, placing your hands on his chest as you halt your movement. You both stand on two separate sides of the threshold to your bedroom. "My what? What are you talking about?"
Hongjoong cocks his head, a dangerous glare taking over his gaze. "You know who I mean, angel. That asshole that has you so infatuated in your show. I've been looking at all the clips from your final episode. At the way you look at him. I'm not happy about it."
Realization washes over your gaze and he sees relief come flooding in. Wrong move.
"Oh you mean Christian? He's--"
Hongjoong grips your jaw roughly and forces your gaze to land on him, shock crossing your features at the harshness of his grip. He speaks with lethal quiet. "I don't want to hear you say his name. Ever." He steps closer to you, pressing his body against yours and gripping your hip harshly in his other hand. "Got it? You're mine. Nod if you understand."
He smirks as you nod, eyes all wide with shock and slightly glazed over. "There she is. Look at my good girl." He releases your jaw and smacks your ass firmly. "On the bed, angel. Hands and knees."
You turn and scramble over to your bed, planting your hands and knees firmly on the mattress. Hongjoong approaches behind you slowly, letting himself rake his gaze over your waiting form. He saunters to your bedside table, opening the drawer. He grabs your wand from the inside and smirks when he presses the button and finds it turns on. He quickly turns it off and turns to look at you.
"You left it on the highest setting?" He tuts, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you and holding the head of the toy up to your lips. He brushes it across your lips and tilts his head. "Angel, have you been a little whore while I've been gone?" He can see the way your breath catches and the embarrassed flush that starts creeping up your neck.
When you don't answer him, he smacks your ass again and growls out, "Answer me." He relishes in the way you yelp.
"Yes. Yes I've been a whore."
He smiles sadistically and tilts your chin so you're forced to look at him. "Whose whore have you been, angel? Your co-star's?"
You shake your head frantically. Hongjoong takes the wand and runs it teasingly across your clothed pussy, barely putting pressure and keeping it turned off.
"Whose whore are you then, angel?"
You take a steadying breath before you answer, focusing on not bucking your hips to meet the head of the inactive vibrator. "Your whore, Hongjoong."
He smacks your ass again, dropping the toy onto the bed and beginning to tug his sweatpants down to his thighs. "Damn right you are. And I bet my whore missed sucking this perfect cock, didn't she?" He stands and turns to face you, thighs touching the edge of the bed as his half-hard length springs free. You nod and lick your lips, staring up at him through your lashes. He tugs your hair, bringing you closer to the base of his cock. "Suck."
With the way you swallow him down greedily, Hongjoong thinks it's a miracle he doesn't cum immediately. Your mouth is so fucking warm, and the sounds of your gagging and choking alone could make him finish on a good day. He grips your hair at the root and forces your head further down until he feels your nose brush against his pelvis. He throws his head back and hisses out from between his teeth.
"Fuck yes. I missed your mouth." He lowers his gaze to look as you struggle to breath, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. His chest aches at the sight. "Awe angel, look at you. Trying so hard to stuff all of this cock down your throat. Such a good hole for me."
He doesn't miss the way your thighs clench together.
"You like being a hole for me? Like letting me use you?" He thrusts his hips into your mouth and almost loses it when you gag, a tear running down your cheek. He pulls you back and looks down as you gasp for air, coughing slightly. A trail of your spit is still strung between the head of his cock and your bottom lip. He forces you to look up at him.
"Open."
You open your mouth obediently, sticking your tongue out slightly. He pumps himself a couple of times, looking down as you wait patiently. He smacks the side of your face with his cock before spitting into your mouth.
"Swallow, whore."
He almost busts when you do without question, keeping your doe eyes locked on his fiery gaze. He pumps himself a couple more times, grabbing the vibrator and making his way to the other edge of the bed. He pulls your hips back into him, loving the way you squeal slightly. He pushes the flimsy material of your sleep pants and underwear down and runs a finger across your folds teasingly.
"You're soaked for me, angel. You really do love being a hole for me, don't you?"
You nod and whine, arching your ass back into him and savoring the way his cock brushes against you. You hear him turn the vibrator on, and gasp as he presses it firmly against your clit. The high setting sends you reeling almost instantly, and he harshly grips your hips to keep you in place.
"Whores take what they're given, angel. And right now, you're going to take everything I give, and you're going to thank me for it, aren't you?"
You cry out at the intense feeling building in your core, whining and sinking the upper part of your torso further into the mattress. "Yes oh god yes!"
Hongjoong smirks and runs a hand down your spine as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes in torturously slowly, and groans when he sinks in to the hilt. He circles the vibrator in tight circles on your clit, watching as you shake and thrash below him. He grips your hair again, pulling harshly until your ear is in line with his lips.
"I'm going to fuck you now, angel. And you aren't going to cum until I say you can." He feels you clench around him and nips harshly at your neck. "Ah ah, none of that angel. I'm not going to move until I know you'll be a good slut for me."
The vibrator is still pressed against your clit, and it takes everything in you to still your hips long enough to give him what he wants. You whimper and nod, trying to focus your breathing. "I'll be so good for you. Please."
All of Hongjoong's restraint snaps, and he pushes you roughly into the mattress, setting a brutal pace. The snap of his hips has your whole body rocking back and forth, each thrust hitting that special spot deliciously. He keeps the vibrator firmly on your clit, and you quickly feel your legs begin to shake as pressure builds rapidly. You're a whimpering mess beneath him, and Hongjoong feels like he's on cloud nine as you begin to squirm and writhe. He grips the base of your neck with his free hand, throwing his head back and relishing in the way your pussy sucks him in greedily.
"So. Fucking. Perfect. For. Me." He punctuates each word with a thrust, taking out his anger from the past 48 hours on your abused hole. "Would your co star make you feel this good, angel?" He growls out.
You whine again, long and high, as your shake your head. The sound is muffled by the plush mattress, but the sentiment makes its way across perfectly. Hongjoong coos and mocks you. "No? Awe, angel, whose cock are you gonna fall apart on, hmm?"
The choked "yours" that flies from your mouth sends Hongjoong completely over the edge. He snaps his hips even harder into you, circling the vibrator and hissing as you clench onto him like a vice. "Thats right, this pussy is all mine, your orgasm is all mine. You. Are. Mine." His thrusts lose their rhythm briefly before he cums, groaning loudly and gripping your neck impossibly tight. He resumes his normal rhythm shortly after, brushing against your g-spot with every thrust. Your whole lower half is trembling and he continues fucking into you, whines and moans flowing freely from you.
"Gonna fuck all this cum back up into my pussy, angel. Take it."
"Joong I can't hold it anymore," you whimper, "please let me cum!"
He leans down, pressing his body into yours as he goes impossibly harder. "Does my whore want to come all over my cock?"
You throw your head back, arching and whining, "Yes! God yes please let me!"
He chuckles lowly and circles the vibrator again, sending shock waves across your core, "Go ahead then, whore. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."
Your orgasm crashes over you violently, profanities mixed with Hongjoong's name ripping from your lips as your whole body shakes. The pleasure has you seeing stars, and it's almost like you can't breathe as it peaks. Hongjoong fucks you through the entire thing, growling lowly in your ear as he thrusts, "Fuck, you're squeezing me so good, angel. Thats it."
As your orgasm ebbs away, Hongjoong slows to a stop and removes the toy from your clit. Both of you are breathing heavily, and he kisses the back of your shoulder gently. He stays buried in you as you collapse onto your forearms and takes a moment to stare down at how wrecked you look. He swears to himself that you never look more perfect than you do in the afterglow. He runs a hand down your spine and removes himself from you, taking note as his cum spills out of you and down the inside of your thighs.
"Stay there, angel. I'll be right beck."
He breathlessly stands and moves to your attached bath, wetting a washcloth and returning to gently clean you up. He chuckles lightly as you jump when he brushes against your folds and teases, "Feeling sensitive?"
"Fuck off." You breath out. He laughs and tosses the washcloth to the floor, pulling you into him as he collapses beside you. He kisses the top of your head. "How are you feeling, angel?" He marvels as you turn to look at him, pupils blown out and his marks on your neck.
"I'm feeling like I should make you jealous more often." You joke.
He huffs a laugh through his nose and nuzzles into your neck.
You're going to be the death of him.
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024
Requested: spencer realizing that heâll never love someone as much as he loves you. (whether that be because of a case or what have you), his mind is absolutely blown with how much he worships you and how much you love and care for him and he shows you that with the softest most sickeningly sweet sex you and him has ever done. <3
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Discussions of case details, case burnout, very close friends to lovers, oral (f receiving), vanilla sex (p in v penetration). Discussions of mental health, and two idiots in love.
A/N: I'm hitting the prompt Vanilla for this one, so please don't be scared off by the KinkBingo tags! I had a lot of fun writing this one (and adding Pride and Prejudice quotes into the smut scene because HELLO). Let me know what you think in the replies~âĄ
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You hadn't seen Spencer in 100 days. Which in the grand scheme of things wasn't that long, trapped in the purgatory of a âwhat ifâ the way you had been for the last eight years.Â
You'd lived without him for longer than 100 days before. He'd been in prison, you'd been on assignments, you'd lived an entire life before meeting him, but now somehow 100 days was too much time, and you were exhausted. You understood why Spencer had to take some time away from you, from the team in an official capacity after everything he'd been through. You supported him even.Â
But when even your free time didn't overlap anymore, you wondered if your relationship would ever be the same again.Â
Spencer was a friend, your best friend, probably. You'd arrived on the BAU team, he'd rattled off some statistics, stammering the way through them, and you'd immediately warmed to the man. He was brilliant, funny, and fiercely loyal, and you tried your best to protect him even when the job seemed designed to break people like him into thousands of little pieces.Â
You'd tried to convince him to leave before, after Maeve had died. You didn't want to see him heart broken again, but no one else had seemed to agree.Â
âReid needs purpose,â they'd said. âReid needs something to do.âÂ
What Reid needed was to not end up dead before he had a chance to be happy, and happiness didn't come often in your field of work.Â
You'd been almost vindicated a year later when he'd been shot again, almost fatally. Vindicated, maybe but distraught and inconsolable. Morgan had to carry you screaming and clawing out of his hospital room multiple times. It sounded stupid enough to yourself that it was only then you realized your feelings for the man.Â
You wanted to be Spencer Reid's happiness, which was why you were so lost without him.Â
He was coming back on Monday, and at least you had the weekend to sort your feelings out about everything.not just about him, but about the job you'd found didn't fit you well enough anymore, about the team you loved like family, about the relationship you knew would likely never come to fruition.Â
You dumped your bags at your door when you'd arrived in your house that night, pushed yourself into your bedroom and let yourself collapse on your bed, balling up into as cozy a position as you could. You didn't even bother taking your jacket off, you just let your brain haze over and sleep rush in.Â
Three quiet raps at your door lifted you up and out of bed again, not an hour later.Â
You grabbed your phone, grabbed the second go-bag you kept at your house, put your shoes back on, and opened the door, expecting Emily and a new case.Â
âWhere are we going?â You said, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, not even looking up at your guest.Â
âHopefully, nowhere? I brought takeout.âÂ
Your eyes widened then, taking in all 185cm of Doctor Spencer Reid, tweed jacket and plastic bag full of chow mein included.Â
âSpencer,â you breathed out, like a sigh of relief, letting the bag drop to the floor next to the first one and letting yourself into his arms.Â
He held you carefully there for a second before leading you back into the apartment, wrapping an arm around you and ruffling your hair. It was brotherly, and it made you sick to your stomach.Â
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âEmily said you were back from a case,â he started, unpacking the takeaway from the containers. âAnd it feels wrong to eat this without you.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and followed him into the kitchen, pulling two forks out of the drawer nearer you and stabbing them in the top of your two cups.Â
âHey, I can use chopsticks now,â he said, defending himself against an inside joke. Spencer was always useless with his hands.Â
âI don't care if you can use them, I care that they don't accidentally end up stabbing me,â you said, taking yourself back to your bedroom, Spencer following.Â
âYou'd hardly die from being stabbed by a wooden chopstick, maybe a papercut or a splinter but-âÂ
âBut you're just bad enough that I don't want to risk it.âÂ
You kicked off your shoes again and climbed onto your bed. Spencer followed.Â
âRemind me again why we aren't sitting on your couch?âÂ
âUncomfortable.âÂ
âOr at your breakfast bar?âÂ
âGlorified filing cabinet right now. Eat.âÂ
He shook his head but complied, leaning back against your pillows as you both began carefully eating. Silently, you pulled your laptop onto your bed, opened it up, and pressed play on a movie, one you'd seen more than once, and you'd forced Spencer to watch before as well.Â
In a comfortable, friendly silence, you finished your food. You stretched out in a yawn once and then curled into his side, letting his mumbling voice, repeating the movie lines as they were spoken, lull you softly into sleep.Â
Spencer knew he had to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to wake you. The movie had finished hours ago, he'd closed the laptop and turned off the bug lights, but he couldn't leave.Â
Unlike you, he hadn't counted the days that you'd been apart. He hadn't needed to. He knew you'd be waiting there for him when he returned, knew you'd give him a smile and a pat on the back, and immediately start bouncing ideas off of him. It was what he loved about you.Â
As he laid next to you in your bed, a place he'd absolutely been before, his heart thumped. Just once, but hard.Â
Even in sleep, you looked exhausted. Your shirt was crumpled, hair a mess, you were still wearing makeup, and he knew he'd probably get an earful for letting you sleep like that in the morning. You were a mess, and he still wanted you.Â
The thought came to him suddenly, another painful thump of his chest echoing in his mind. He rubbed absent mindedly at his chest as if experiencing heartburn. In the dim light of the room, he let his head drop to the pillow and wrapped two shaky arms around you and pulled you in closer.Â
The two of you were a picture - both in suits, both with badges still somewhere on your person, both dearly clinging to the person they feared losing the most.Â
When you woke the next morning, it was actually the afternoon.Â
âSpencer,â you groaned, melting under the heat of his embrace. Somehow, during the night, he'd rolled on top of you, pressing you into the bed with a delightful pressure, head nuzzled into your neck, arms tucked around your waist.Â
âSpencer, we should get up,â you said again, forcing your eyelids apart as your mascara tried to glue them together.Â
âMmmmhh,â he groaned, moving to pick himself up off you for a minute but lowering himself again. If asked, he'd blame your hand in his hair, stroking the rogue curls gently, as if he were a prized pet and you their carer.Â
âSpencer, its 2pm.âÂ
âOn a Saturday.â You laughed at how pouty his voice sounded, but he complied and rolled off of you slightly, arms still wrapped around you.Â
âCome on. Get up. I've got some clothes that might fit you, let's get you out of the tweed.âÂ
He huffed but nodded and lifted himself halfway to upright, eyes still closed lazily as he let in the light millimetre by millimetre.Â
âGod, my face feels horrible,â you said, itching at your nose. âHow did we even sleep so long like this? My belt is still on, Spencer, my belt.âÂ
âIf you were still wearing a weapon, then I'd be worried,â he smiled.Â
You shot him a sarcastic look and finally detangled yourself, only to clasp his hands and pull him forward as well, letting him trail you to your closet.Â
âHere, change in the bathroom,â he nodded and walked away, following directions with eyes still closed, as if it were really his apartment and not your own.Â
100 days without him, and it was as if it had only been 100 hours. Your entire body chemistry changed when he was around, the stick holding your spine rigidly in place, dissolving into calm, into a smile and a free giggle. It felt right again, and you almost forgot you'd ever felt wrong.Â
After briefly changing, you swapped place with Spencer, who'd exited the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and wet hair.Â
âDry it for me?â He asked, sitting on your couch, and you nodded your ascent. A shower and a quick change later, and you were doing just that.Â
As much as he tried to keep his head upright, it kept lolling onto your thigh, yawns stretching out of him as he nuzzled closer to you.Â
âSpencer, you're like a big kid, keep your head up.âÂ
âI'm not a kid,â he laughed, hooking his arms behind your knees and nuzzling closer into your soft sweats. âI'm just tired.âÂ
âYou're right. A child would probably be better behaved.âÂ
âOur child would be,â he sighed, but you'd already turned the hairdryer back on, drowning out everything. Everything but that thump again. A child, he was thinking about children, and more importantly, he was thinking about your children. With him.Â
He'd always imagined himself with a family, knowing it would ultimately stay in his imagination. But for a second, his visions changed. It wasn't just a child or two. It was you. Thump.Â
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.Â
He only released the image when you finally pushed his head off of you and stood, turning away from him to get a glass of water from your kitchen.Â
âSo, any plans today? Books to read, papers to mark, undergrads to run away screaming from?â You let the ice water cool your hot cheeks, but kept your back to him. You were hot, embarrassed, and you were looking at him in a sickeningly sweet way that could only be described as love struck or struck dumb.Â
âNo, no, I finished all my obligations at the college yesterday,â he said, following behind you and picking up your cup when you set it down, taking a sip himself.Â
âI was⊠I was actually hoping we could spend some time together? Unless you had plans, which is totally fine-âÂ
âNo, Spencer, yeah, I have no plans, that'sâŠ. Well I have to do laundry, which is a bit boring but, no. No plans.âÂ
âLaundry?âÂ
âTwo week case in Florida, I don't know how you didn't smell me yesterday, Spencer. I'd be running for the hills.âÂ
He laughed and stepped away again, grabbing the two go bags by the door and coming back into your space.Â
âHow about we get this done now so we can spend the day in a Who-Trek marathon?âÂ
âMake that a Who-Greys Anatomy Marathon, and you have yourself a deal.âÂ
He pouted again, and you snorted at the sight, taking another sip of water to calm yourself before you could react safely to that face.Â
âCome on, you know you've been dying to know what happens next at the Grey Sloane Memorial Hospital.âÂ
âI thought it was called the Seattle Grace Mercy?âÂ
âOh we better get to that laundry now. You have a lot to catch up on.âÂ
Grabbing a bag in one hand and his free hand in your other, you made your way down to your building's laundry room. But despite the man by your side and the relaxing day threatening to stretch ahead of you, a gloom caught you in the corridors.Â
You'd worked for two weeks, practically solid. You'd killed a man two days ago, or at least someone on your team had multiple shots having been fired. Another day on your job, another unsub felled, and everyone else was content with this just being a part of the job description.Â
It felt like each step towards the laundry room, each thing you did that was normal, that was regular, threw back in your face the pain you endured to save lives.Â
The bag in your hand weighed you down, pulling you lower and lower by the second.Â
You reached the laundry room, and you found the weight almost unbearable, stopping just before you could step in. You didn't have to think about what came next though, because suddenly the bag was out of your hands and Spencer was sorting your laundry for you.Â
âIt's a Saturday, so your neighbour's won't complain if we separate the darks and lights into two machines, will they?â He asked, not looking up at you as he worked pouring out the fabric softener and the detergent. âY/N?âÂ
You hadn't noticed the lightness in your body until the tears hit your cheeks, the weight gone with his support.Â
âY/N, what is it? What's wrong?â He said, hands cupping your face, because of course he was immediately at your side.Â
âI-I can't do it, SpencerâŠâ your voice shook, pitching upwards, your vision blurring with tears.Â
âCan't do what, Y/N? Talk to me please, let me help?âÂ
âI can't do laundry!â You said, finally bursting into a full fit of tears and burying your head in his waiting chest.Â
âL-Laundry?â He said, trying not to laugh, but the smile slipping out anyway now you were holding him.Â
You only sobbed again, nodding into his shirt, aware you were probably leaving snot all over it but not being able to care. It was your shirt anyway. You would just have to add it back to your laundry pile.Â
The thought set you off on another wave of sobs, and Spencer set about comforting you again. Keeping an arm wrapped around you, he put his quarters into the machines and set them off before quickly ushering you back up the stairs into your apartment.Â
âY/N? Y/N, please talk to me,â he begged, smoothing your hair out of your eyes as you tried to gather yourself.
âI don'tâŠ. I can'tâŠ.â You took a breath again, aware of the way your breathing hitched in your chest as you did.Â
âI don't think I can do this anymore,â you said, and his eyes widened quickly.Â
âThis? Y/N, if you mean this as in us, then I can't-âÂ
âThis job,â you clarified, hands digging into the soft flesh of his arms further as he held you, finally sitting back on your couch.Â
âThe job. Okay, the job. That's okay. We all feel like this at some point.âÂ
You sniffed again and refused to meet his eyes.Â
âBut this isn't like the other times this - It's like my whole b-body is protesting, and I can't sleep, and if I don't, then I might get sloppy and an unsub could-âÂ
âY/N, focus on my voice. You're spiralling. Listen to my voice, let's take some breaths, and think about this for a second.âÂ
He guided you through some breathing, a hand on your back tapping out beats even as his voice grew quiet.Â
When you finally relaxed, you were sat on top of him, his hand rubbing circles into your back.Â
âI think it started when you left,â you whispered. âWhen you went to Mexico, and then, you know,â you've voice thickened, and you couldn't get the words out.Â
âAnd then these last 100 days they've just beenâŠdifficult.âÂ
â100âŠdifficult,â he echoed, almost breathless as he listened to you.Â
âIt's like I can't do it without you. I never had to try to do it without you, and now I get what people say when they say this job is shitty, because it is when your best friend isn't there.âÂ
You gave him a weak smile and wiped away your tears, trying to climb from his lap. But his firm arms held you still, and you didn't really want out anyways.Â
âWhen I get home, everything is different, and I can't make myself do anything. If you weren't here, I wouldn't have done that laundry. I'd let it sit and avoid it for weeks. Do you understand?âÂ
âY/N, lots of people feel depressed sometimes-âÂ
âIt's not - Spencer, I don't think this is something I can medicate my way out of. I don't know what to do because I can't do my job without you, and I can't be happy doing my job, and if I leave my job I'll be without you and then-âÂ
Your voice cracked again.Â
âAnd then I still won't be happy.â The words were barely a whisper, but they were a plea, too. You weren't sure what for.Â
âYou can't be happy without me?â He asked, but it was more a statement than anything else. Spencer felt horrible in that moment as his chest rattled, gleeful that he was your happiness.Â
âI love you,â he said, outloud finally after eight years.Â
âI love you, too, Spencer, but-âÂ
âNo, Y/N. Listen to me. I. Love. You.â The thumping of his heart set the tempo for the choir that was his senses to begin singing, as he finally leaned forward and kissed you.
âI love you, and I don't care if you're working at the BAU or if you're avoiding laundry at home. I, god, you're amazing and wonderful, and you're a human being, and you've our yourself under so much pressure for the last decade to keep me alive, to keep all of us alive really andâŠ.âÂ
He took another breath, leaning into kiss you one more time.Â
âAnd you deserve a break.âÂ
âW-When we take breaks, people die.âÂ
âDid anyone die when I was teaching for the last three months? When JJ went on maternity leave?âÂ
You shook your head, but your brain was still a mess.Â
âYou all had reasons, I-âÂ
âYou have reasons, too. Y/NâŠ. Y/N, let me be your reason.âÂ
For a moment or two, Spencer truly thought you were going to say no. He thought you would get up and walk away, or better yet, ask him to leave and never come back.Â
So when you pressed your lips to his, he was sure that this was a dream.Â
But to you, it was salvation. Spencer Reid's love was the lifeline you'd been thrown, and it was buoyant enough to make you start floating.Â
His hands kneaded the flesh at your hips as he pulled you closer still to him, his tongue slipping into your mouth to explore every part of you there.Â
âY/N⊠loveâŠyou,â he mumbled with each spare breath he caught, and you only detangled your lips to hear him say it again as he pressed similarly heated kisses against every inch of your exposed skin.Â
When Spencer's mind lost its ability to create original speech, he leant back on a lifetime of information, of learning love through books and people and marathons with you.Â
âI know that all I know right now is that I love you. And I know that I always will,â he whispered, lifting you and carrying you back to the bed you'd only crawled from an hour hence.Â
A hand slid under your shirt, and slowly pushed it over your head, letting it slowly drop to the floor as he held you tenderly.Â
âTo me, you are perfect.â
His mouth found one nipple, and he gently kissed, then suckled at it, hands softly caressing your stomach, feeling along every ridge of you as you writhed under him.Â
âOf all the FBI Units, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.âÂ
âSpencer,â you said, voice still thick with tears, but these ones more tender, more joyful.Â
His hand eased your sweats over your ass and off, his hips settling between your legs as if he found the place he was made to lie forever.Â
âThe truth of it is, Iâve loved you from the first second I met you.âÂ
His mouth trailed lower until his tongue hit your clit, brushing against it languidly, as if it was his deepest desire to taste you and nothing else ever again.
His tongue flattened and flicked and pushed inside of you as you replayed his words again and again and again. You found yourself repeating them with him.Â
âI love you,â you echoed as he pushed a finger inside of you.Â
âI.. love you,â you gasped as he added another.Â
âI love you,â you screamed as your back arched up off the bed, finding your pleasure in his tongue, just ad you'd found love in his words.Â
âYou have bewitched me body and soul, and I loveâŠ.â He freed his cock from his pants, and took it in hand.
âI loveâŠâ With another kiss, he pressed the tip of it against you, asking for permission silently as you nodded your head.Â
âI love you.â He pushed in slowly, but it wouldn't matter how he did it because now you knew how he felt, and you didn't want to return to a time of not knowing.Â
Hooking your legs around him, Spencer dropped his forehead to yours and looked you directly in the eyes as he began moving. In and out, he thrust, mouth open in a moan of pleasure, likely mirroring your own.
The poetry, the movie lines, they were gone now, and Spencer was left with nothing but you, and love, and love for you.Â
âSpencer,â you moaned out, and he felt his chest swell. Pride. His name on your tongue, his body pressed to yours, claiming you as his ad you claimed him as yours.Â
He came with a shudder and you were not far behind, his undoing sending a shiver up your spine as his fingers grazed your clit again.Â
You sat panting for a minute, still attached, still forehead to forehead.Â
You weren't sure if it was him who giggled first or if it was you, but you were glad it was one of you.Â
You spent the rest of the night, the rest of the weekend, wrapped in his warmth, dressed in his love, taking each day a step at a time as you basked in his adoration.
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ă»â„ă» Synopsis ă»â„ă» Having an Uchiha as an ex doesnât mean anything. Once youâve managed to make them fall for you, youâre basically stuck with them for eternity.
ă»â„ă» Pairing ă»â„ă» Sasuke x Fem!reader
ă»â„ă» A/N ă»â„ă» I finally decided to continue watching shippuden after having it on pause for 5 years.. yeahhh so Iâm having a huge obsession with it rn. Also please feel free to send prompt requests for me to write! And I feel like I definitely could have written this out better but I was in a rush and stressed out about Job interviews so mb
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You finally gathered the courage within you to end your relationship with Sasuke. This wasnât an easy decision. In fact it was tearing you apart. You still loved him. But the differences between your priorities and his were far too different to the point where they were conflicting with each other.
You might as well have been talking to a wall that day with how blank his expression was after you just announced how you were breaking up with him. The loud silence was killing you inside, does he not care at all?
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-You wanting to break up with him was like a jab at his ego. The Sasuke Uchiha. The last prodigy of his clan and you wanted to leave him? Though this enraged him, he refused to let you know it. He couldnât let you have the satisfaction of knowing that this actually affected him.
-After you left the apartment he started to completely trash the place. Everything in it was obliterated into nothingness. But as soon as he went out in public he acted completely fine as if nothing happened.
-Anytime you were around he would make sure you saw him with other girls. He wanted to show you that he could be with anybody he desired without a problem, at any given second. Show you that you werenât nothing special to him.
-He was lying. Because as soon as you left his vision he treated the girls like shit and pushed them aside after they served their purpose in making you jealous.
-He tried to sleep with random women in the village to further prove that he didnât need you. (He was really just trying to convince himself) but he couldnât bring himself to do so. None of them even compared to your beauty. Even the thought of another person lying on the bed you two once shared disgusted him.
-After weeks of this even Sasuke couldnât believe his own facade. He craved you. He craved your smile, your laughter, Your touch. And is willing to do whatever it takes to remind you that you belong with him.
-He sucked up his pride and begged Naruto to send you two on missions together. So youâd be basically forced to talk to each other . (Naruto uses this against him every now and then)
-During one of the missions, one of your comrades decide to get a little touchy with you. You pay this no mind since you have no interest in the guy, but Sasuke definitely notices it. Whatâs a worthless ninja doing talking to whatâs his?
-A couple of days after that mission, the scenario of another man getting that close to you haunted Sasuke day and night. Thereâs no way in hell youâd ever willingly decide to be with any other man but him. Right? He needed the reassurance and he needed it now.
-It was 4 am when you opened the door to your apartment after you were awoken by loud desperate banging on the door just to be faced with your ex. He invited himself in, closing the door behind him as he slowly crept towards you.
âSasuke?â
-He reached for your hand and held it in his, as he focused on you as if there was nothing else in this world. You could tell he developed dark circles since the last time you saw him.
âThe day we got together was the day I chose you to be the one I repopulate my clan with. The only one worthy of the surname Uchiha. Youâre mine and Iâm yours.â
-He noticed how you were at a loss of words so he took this moment to do what heâs been yearning to. He grabbed the back of your head pulling you into a kiss. The kiss was messy and desperate. He kissed you as if you were the oxygen he needed to breathe. And to him, you were.
-Needless to say you were vulnerable to his request and took him back. How could you not?
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Ahhhh I've been waiting for your requests to open, I've been following you since your first Price fic and never had an idea to request until like 2 weeks ago đ« so, I've been thinking, what about being in a relationship with Keegan but getting separated when ODIN hits the earth and not meeting again until about 5 years later? đ Love your writing, hope you have a great day đ©” :)
For The Weak And Weary
PAIRING: Keegan P. Russ x F!Reader
SYNOPSIS: When ODIN struck you had thought he had died, sky alight with fire. It had taken years to accept it, much less live with it. But after Dallas falls, would you get a glimpse of your Lover's phantom again?
WORDCOUNT: 6.2k
WARNINGS: Angst, depressive thoughts, PTSD insinuations, gore, wounds, blood, death, canon-typical violence, (1) suggestive joke, alcohol, hallucinations, fluffy reunion, tears, verbal arguments, etc.
A/N: Just because I'm a sucker for sticking to the game timeline I made it ten years, lol. Enjoy, Anon! Very fun prompt.
*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*
You could never make sense of what Keegan went through in 2005 during Operation Sand Viper. It would be pointless to try and wrap your head around it from what little you knew. All that mattered was that when he came back on leave, something in his eyes wasâŠdamaged. Hell, heâd only been sixteenâthe both of you had known each other since you were kids, you knew when something was wrong.
And this was entirely new to you.
He smiled less and snapped more; got spooked when you dropped something in his family's kitchen like a grenade had gone off. Maybe, you reasoned, he thought one actually had.Â
But through it all, you could still see how much he cared about you. When you were old enough youâd both moved into a nice place in the suburbs and started a relationshipâa life shared between the two of you.Â
You knew he loved you from the way heâd grip you close at night and breathe into your scalp. How when you were sick from the take-out dinner heâd brought home, Keegan would hold back your hair and rub circles into your spine as you threw up. He never shied away from telling you how beautiful you were; prided himself on it. Keegan loved to show you off.
But there were times back then when you wondered if the same Keegan that had been so fulfilled to join Ghosts had died, and, in fact, a phantom was instead puppeting his skin. He was so quiet now.
If youâd known that the world was going to end on July 10th, 2017, youâd have never let him walk out that door angry. You would have grabbed his hand and pressed your lips to his, whispered affirmations into his flesh and sobbed at the cruelty of it all.
âI canât keep pretending that youâre okay!â You yell, tears in your eyes, at the man standing tense in the kitchen doorway. Blank blue eyes stare lifelessly. âKeeganâthis is killing you.âÂ
It was early morning by then, and the neighborhood was quiet. The house that the both of you had moved into years ago was littered with the remnants of a happy home. Pictures on the walls, dishes in the sink, and freshly baked bread on the counter. All youâd tried to do was give Keegan a hug, slipping your hands around his waist when youâd entered.Â
Heâd balked back, jerking to the side and nearly elbowed you in the gut before he saw your wide eyes and stopped himself. The way heâd looked at youâŠhow could eyes be so dead?
âYou need to talk to someone,â you put your foot down, shaking your head. âI-I donât know a therapist orâŠor someone who can get you proper help because I canât keep acting like I can live like this.âÂ
Every mission, every time he went away, it always got worse.Â
Keeganâs eyes get sharp, hands at his sides clenching. He speaks in a low growl. âI donât need to talk to a shrink, alright? Iâm fine, you just startled me.â
âBullshit,â your mouth hisses, glaring. âYou thought you were back in â05.â
The man points at you, strong jaw clenching, âDonât.â
âKeegan,â you plead, âplease, I love you! I donât care about this, I just want you to be alright. To be able to live your lifeââ
âWhat you want is to try and change me!â The black-haired man barks. Your eyes blink in shock. Keegan rarely yelled. âI already told you I was fine, why donât you get off my back all the time?â His eyes flash, pupils going to slits as his hands shake at his sides. Why did he look scared? Your breath stills, lips slightly open, with tears dripping to the tile. âFuck, itâs like I canât come home without you pesterinâ me âbout something!âÂ
A stiff silence falls.
âKeeââ He snaps a hand to his mouth and rubs at his stubble, suddenly unable to look at you.
â...Forget it.â Itâs low and shaky how he says it, eyes wide, before he darts into the foyer and slips into his boots. You listen to the sounds of panicked shuffling before the man wrenches open the front door and slams it shut behind him. One of the picture frames falls and hits the ground with a shattering of glass.
You flinch and tense, taking down a terse breath and sniffling tightly. Trying to get your lungs to work properly, your feet take you over to the picture as they feel weak and uneven; a stuttering mess of steps before you bend down. Your fingers bleed as they shift the glass away, taking out the image of you and Keegan on your hike through the mountains.Â
Smiling faces mock you, and you break at the bright and open affection Keegan wears as he looks down at youâeyebrows curved up and smirk like a knife to the chest.Â
You loved him so much it hurt to breathe when he was away.Â
He had needed time, you knew, but what you didnât know was that time wouldnât be available. Around noon the world had opened into a ball of fire and death. 27 million dead. Los Angeles, San Diego, Phoenix, Houston, and MiamiâŠall goneâŠat least, that was what everyone in Dallas was telling you.Â
When Keegan had been away taking a walk to calm himself, youâd been home alone. The earth caved, the ground shook; houses burst like balloons. By the time youâd crawled from the rubble of your home, all you had was the picture and the clothes on your back. People were screamingâyou were screaming. But you knew that you couldnât stay here if you wanted to survive.Â
And then youâd made it to Dallas by sheer luck and the few tricks Keegan had taught you; had thought that he had died in that first strike by the Federation. You carried that guilt and self-hatred for not holding your tongue for a few more hours.Â
So much could have been different in these ten years. Better. You never got over him for even a second.Â
But the reality was that you couldnât think about all of that now, because if you didnât focus on holding your breath you would be dead in the next three seconds.Â
Your hand is anchored to the body of your sniper rifle, finger hovering over the trigger as you hide behind the outcropping of rubble in the decimated cityscape; the air is hot and humid despite the weight of the night. It sticks to your skin in a sheen of violent sweat. Yet itâs still not as potent as the blood.Â
Teeth gritted, you hold back whimpers as Federation soldiers stalk the grounds, scores of themâlegions. An entire army that had breached the walls and executed everyone insight, soldiers, civilians, if it once moved it didnât anymore. The burning in your shoulder was agonizing, head smashing itself back to the rubble in an attempt to stifle your own ragged need to scream into the night as layers had peeled back to allow a bullet to pass through.Â
In the ten years youâd been here, youâd taken up the mantle of quite the sharpshooter; pulling on Keeganâs lessons when he was on leave and wanted to bring you to the firing range. You had even picked a rifle similar to the one back in your destroyed homeâheld in a plastic case and treated like royalty by your long-deceased lover. It wasnât the same, but the jet-black Lynx made you steady like the picture in your breast pocket did.Â
A reminder of what was lost and why you had picked the knock-off up in the first place.
Footsteps get closer as the sweep of a flashlight cards above your skull, if possible you go even more still, lips pulled in and heart rampaging. There were barked orders and yelling, but no more screaming.Â
How long had you been unconscious after taking that shot to the shoulder? Fear was breeding with horrorâwasâŠwas everyone dead?
Spanish is loudly called not five feet away, and the flashlight leaves as your breath does. You let off a quiet gasp and suck down air greedily. Eyes flashing from one shadow to another, you look for any opportunity to slip away from the city. In the wind, you could smell fire, and taste it on your tongue as you licked your lips.Â
All around you can see the limp shadows of bodies and the apartments, large skyscrapers were on fire deep in their frames. The city was entirely lost.
How the federation got into the walls you would never know, though there was concern about the enemy soldiers rounding up civilians outside the walls and executing them. Maybe one cracked before the bullet entered their skull.
You bite hard into your lip to force back your pain. Trying to shoot a rifle would be useless at this point, you might as well have lost the limb. Slinging the gunâs strap over your head, you look back and forth along your visible perimeter, checking for hostiles as you unsheathe your combat knife and cradle your limp arm to your chest.Â
If only Keegan could see you now.
Rounds of gunfire make the air burn with urgency, and you take the time to peek out behind as sweat makes a trail down your dirty face, dripping off of your chin as you breathe like a wheezing dog. Your wound needed tending, and you had the med pack on your vest with the supplies, but you canât do it here.
Whereâs safe? If Dallas has fallenâŠis there anywhere thatâs still standing? A location hits your brain as your gaze darts from one abandoned street to another. You take a deep breath and whine as you force your legs to stand and move quickly, feet shifting as quietly as youâre able to make them.Â
âFort Santa Monica.â Now a stronghold, youâd heard US soldiers here talking about the large presence of military power out in Californiaânumbers so great they rivaled those that had lived in Dallas.Â
You stumble over a spasming body and slam your uninjured shoulder into the bulk of the buildingâs wall, groaning loudly like a wounded boar.Â
âFuck!â If you made it out of the city, that would be where you would have to go; to warn them of what was coming. The Federation had found a way inside the Dallas wall, and that meant if they had enough tenacity, they could do it to them too.Â
Everything would be done if another city fell. Â
Holding your knife tighter, you push off the wall and grit your teeth harder, mind running on that edge of hysteria and forced calm. Itâs in these moments where you have to pull on old memories to keep you goingâeven if they end up hurting more than the open wounds you carry.Â
Keegan had his bad moments, but you always got through them together. Years and years of knowing each other inside and out; memorizing bodies and thoughts like they were second nature. He would want you to keep fighting, tell you to get your ass in gear and goâŠand you would never let him down.Â
You owed him that much even if some days you wanted more than anything to join him.Â
Blade in hand, you hear muttered speech from up the alleyway and pause, feet splayed but still swaying as you come to a slow stop. Your ears ring at garbled sentences, foreign words spilling into one another.Â
Panting, you listen closely, limbs vibrating. More gunfire echoes over the air, screams and death that get ingrained into your head like a brand into sizzling flesh. Skyscrapers burned and buildings fell with great earthquake booms. Everything is under a sheen of distance.
Get out of the city. Get to Fort Santa Monica.
âKill who I have to,â you slur out, itching at your neck as you leave a trail of blood behind you. A single pair of footsteps walk quickly forward near your corner and you hold your breath, bringing up your knife as pain pounds in your arm.Â
Deep blue eyes sit in the back of your mind, counting you down as they always did.
Keep your arm steady for me, Doll, a phantom tells you. Breathe...
When the first shadow of a Fed soldier graces your eyes, you strike.Â
â
Itâs roughly nineteen days from Dallas to Santa Monica, and that was if you kept up at a steady walking pace. If the crude sling youâd fashioned from bandages found in your med pack was any indicator, it would be double that.Â
On the first day, you had hiked half-dead over the destroyed landscape of what remained of the USA, licking your wounds and counting your losses. Youâd had your pick of abandoned houses, taking a red brick one just because it looked nice and you were about to pass out from blood loss. The only reason youâd made it this far was that the bullet had thankfully passed right through you, making sure that if you moved too suddenly no more damage was being done internally. You packed it with a sterile rag.
Sitting in the home, pictures gathering dust on the fireplace mantle, you tipped back a bottle of whisky youâd found in one of the bedrooms, grimacing at the sting. It was better to be drunk for what you were about to do.Â
Heating up your combat knife in the fire you had started in the hearth, you watched the metal grow an eye-flinching white as you stared off into nothingness.Â
âYou remember when you showed me that scar, Keegan?â You always talked to him. Others had given you shit for it, but they knew the purpose. If you didnât talk to someone, even a ghost, you would give up.Â
The guilt was eating you alive, and it would overtake you eventually. Hadnât in ten years, but it wouldâŠyou knew it, everyone did.Â
Keegan was everything, and nothing looked the same when you lost him.
âThe one on your thigh?â Pulling the knife back, you turn to the leaking flesh of your shoulder, gushing blood as black desecrates the sides of your eyes. Youâd taken off your vest and shirt. If you tried hard enough you could imagine Keegan standing in the corner, watching. Always watching. âYou said you had to dig a bullet out and cauterize the woundâwhen I asked you said you barely felt it over all the adrenaline.â
The ghost tilts its head, eyes sad and lips pulling taunt. Your lungs take in a shaky inhale and your hand quivers; only you feel how your eyes burn with unshed tears.Â
âI never thought about it before,â right as you growl and shove the knife into your skin, you bark out in fear, âBut I think you were fucking lying!âÂ
On day two, you knew you had to avoid the remains of Fort Worth, so you decided to increase your distance and cut that landmark out entirelyâtoo many remnants of Federation. They were everywhere now, and you needed to keep low; get out of Texas. You scavenged properties and took stock.Â
Four magazines for your Lynx, a pouch with five protein bars, one bottle of water attached to your belt, and your knife. Normally youâd have a pistol at your thigh, but youâd used it up in the firefight back home. When youâd woken back up, it had been gone.
And, of course, you had the picture. You kissed Keeganâs face and placed it back in your breast pocket, caressing the material softly before clearing your throat and addressing the obvious.Â
With what you had getting to California was a pipe dream.Â
Youâd been on the radio all day, clicking through channels and pleading for anyone alive to reach out. Nothing. Static.Â
Iâm the only one left. The thought was intoxicating, pounding in your skull like your hangover. Everyone is dead.Â
While you had become somewhat of a loner in the last ten years, especially with the few months youâd been by yourself in the beginning, Dallas had given you a chance to build bonds again. Ten years, and in an instant it was all wiped out.Â
It rang a devastating bell.
Somehow, you had cheated death where so many others had failedânot only in Texas, but back with ODIN too. You had survived, but somehow Keegan hadnât.Â
Keegan, the one who never spoke about â05 and jerked awake from nightmares years later because of it. Keegan, who wanted nothing more than to stay at your side when he was home and keep you on his chest when watching movies. Keegan, the love of your life.
The only love of your life.Â
âI really wish you were here,â you mutter, grimacing as your arm gets jostled as you stumble over a piece of rusted metal in the empty street. âWho gave you the right to go away before me, huh? We were supposed to grow old together, Russ. You promised me that.âÂ
Garbage gets blown over the road when a hot breeze shifts the air, bringing the scent of dirt and the noise of rustling trees. Nature has reclaimed the towns and suburbsâgreat patches of ivy and long grass that rise to your hips. But the silence was a curse.
The only thing keeping you going is the thought of delivering your warning to Santa Monica, from thereâŠ
Your lips thinned. What even was there left? How many times could you go from one place to another, starting over with stories of your past and having to brush the pitying looks off as you fake a smile?Â
Shaking your head, you recall memories from the better days as the light gets low in the sky.Â
âYouâre doinâ too much, Sweet Thing,â Keegan mutters, and you turn from the stove top with a bright smile to face him.Â
He had just gotten out of the shower, towel ruffling through his dark hair as he stands in the kitchen entrance and watches you cook for him. The shirt hangs off of his wide shoulders, and gray sweatpants are loose over his formed hipsâhis strong brow line raises in a casual expression.Â
âOh, donât act like you donât like it,â you tease, hearing his low chuckles as you turn back to your pan. âYou look good, yâknow.âÂ
âOh, yeah?â Keegan grunts, smirking, and his feet pad over to you, tossing the towel to the counter as his presence looms over your back. Large hands grab onto your hips and a nose burrows into your hair; inhaling deeply before gradually melting to the curve of your spine.Â
You smile and hum, pushing back so you can rest on his chest. A chin sets itself on your head, deep massaging fingers making you pur as they bunch your sleep shorts.
It was lateânearly two in the morning. Keegan had only gotten home a short while ago, but sleep wasnât going to stop you from spoiling him. A wine bottle was on the island counter, two glasses, and the food was nearly done from what you could scrounge up on short notice.
â...Good to be back,â the man grumbles into you, kissing your head and slowly sweeping his arms around your waist as you sighed softly at the contact.Â
Your face gains heat.Â
âWell, Iâd sure hope so, or else this would be awkward.â You huff to hide the bright smile in your voice. But like a moth to flame, you hear, as well as feel, Keegan chuckle against your spine. His grip squeezes you for a moment.Â
âHow was it when I was away?â He asks as you move around the contents in the pan, nose brushing your neck as his lips travel to kiss behind your ear. He breathes against the flesh as his low rasp makes you shiver. âAny trouble?â
âNegative, Sergeant,â you raise a brow and smirk over your shoulder at him, seeing his blues spark as he gazes hard into your eyes. A faint twitch to his lips is what you get before his hand captures your cheek; anchoring your face as he descends to connect his mouth to yours.
He sighs into it, arm still around your waistâtight as if you were a pillow.Â
âKeep talkinâ like that and we wonât have to wait long for dessert, will we?âÂ
Days three through seven were uneventful beyond the constant agony of your arm and tired legs, but on day eight amid a waterless walk in the sweltering heat was when the hallucinations began.Â
Keegan walks beside you, his footsteps mirroring your own as sweat pools down your forehead and drips off your nose. He doesnât speak, doesnât look at youâhe just walks, looking exactly like he did the day he died.Â
At first, youâd flinched back and blinked wildly at the sight, panting, but then heâd disappeared and your heart had shattered. It worried you with what you were seeing, but it was also a strange comfort to be able to ramble toâŠsomething, even if it wasnât real. Hungry and with a dry tongue, you were on the verge of calling it quits.
So on day eleven, without a wild animal in sight to give you a proper food source and all the water having to be purified, you started talking to him while licking the inside wrapper of your last protein bar.Â
âBut I never understood why you hated sleeping in shirts,â you licked your lips to get the remnants of granola off of your flesh, pushing away the greasy sheen from your cheeks. Your arm was burning upâevery heartbeat was felt as it moved the skin around red and infected flesh up and down. Puss was leaking out from the crude stitches you had made of embroidery thread from that first house youâd found.Â
âAnd you always kept the room freezing.â Continuing, you drop the wrapper to the ground and then take the meat of your fingers and get what little flavor you can off of them, grunting through realization. âThat was a ploy to have me use you for heat, wasnât it? Jesus.âÂ
The man in the corner of your vision smirks, tilting his head and chuckling from where he leans against a tree trunk.Â
âYeah, thatâs right. Knew it.â Glaring at nothing, you stand from your overturned stump and nearly fall right back over, stomach yelling at you as your vision swirls.Â
You dig a hand into your hair and grip at the strands, pulling and groaning. â...God.âÂ
Keegan comes over and stands above you, your eyes staring down at his feet as you get light-headed. You focus on his shoelaces, counting the Xs and taking down shaky breaths. When you blink like a cat with dirt on its face, the shoes are gone entirely and you stand back up to your full height.
â...Keegan?â You ask after a moment, the words disappearing into the trees, but no oneâs around.Â
Your sight goes to your wound and your jaw tightens, moments of clarity slipping in as a knife would into your consciousness before the curtain settles once more.Â
You bend over and vomit what little nutrients you had, spending day twelve sleeping through a fit of nightmares and fever-induced delirium.
Nothing about the remainder of the time you can recall to memoryâbits and pieces always flash through on long nights, but theyâre only walking montages. Dragging feet, looking at your hand as if it was a foreign object as you turned it back and forth; everything in a sheen of sickness. Days and days and days. Little food. Less water.Â
More than one-thousand miles.
But somehow, the Wall peels out in front of you as you crash through the foliage, your body giving out and collapsing down a large decline. Bouncing and getting jostled by rocks, you come to a stop without the strength to get back up, staring blankly ahead as your head connects with concrete. Your mouth is open in broken inhales, pain not even registering.Â
Shouts echo, the pound of rapid feet.Â
Green eyes meet yours, a youthful face with a beanie and stubble. Heâs saying something to you, glancing over your gear and your obvious near-death situationâhis hand jostles the side of your face. But your eyes shift behind him gradually, attention falling to someone more important.Â
Before you finally let yourself rest, you stare at the smiling face of your steadfast phantom.
â
The doctors and nurses at Fort Santa Monica were nice, if a bit secretive about the entire operation. Seeing as you werenât an official soldier, no dog tags or patchesâno name in the databaseâeveryone was a bit hesitant to tell you anything.Â
Until you said you were from Dallas, of course.Â
But no one was eager to rush you in your state, even if the information was dire. You had been hooked up to an IV and bedridden for a week straight; talking to nothing on account of the dehydration and electrolyte imbalances. Some days you spend unconscious.Â
But what really pissed you off when you got back into it, was the fact that they had taken your Lynx and your gearâyour picture.
Youâd almost grappled onto the first nurse youâd seen when youâd woken without it. It was a beacon, your prized possession of damaged corners and taped tears. Water damage that may or may not have been from sobbing fits in the first five years.Â
In fact, that was the entire reason you had snuck out so late in the first place.Â
Stalking down the hallway in the white shirt and camo pants that had been given to you on the fifth morning you had woken up here, you pad along with no shoes, only plain gray socks. You limp with bandaged flesh all along your healing shoulder and your feet.Â
The doctor had explained that youâd entirely skinned the bottoms and your heels were a mess of blisters and open wounds.Â
âTake my property,â you grumble under your breath, shuffling along and rubbing at the back of your neck. âWhat gives them the right?âÂ
You werenât going to stop until you found it.Â
Reading the name tags on the walls, you silently wonder where they would have taken your stuff as you slip out of the medical ward, listening to the buzzing of the lights and frowning. As youâre limping along the next hallway, a man suddenly turns the corner on nearly silent feet.Â
âWoah!â You halt immediately, heart jumping in your chest. A hand catches your shoulder before you run headlong into him.Â
Green eyes lock with your own, wide and blinking quickly. Brows furrow and youâre quickly looked over before a slow, teasing remark enters the air, you listen with a growing heat on your neck.
âYâknow, I could have sworn you were supposed to be in bed, Maâam. I miss something here?â The man who had found you.Â
âWouldnât know,â you say blandly, blinking up at him and taking a careful step back. This brunette had a casual air to himâstill in his gear despite the time. He folds his arms and tilts his head at you, smirking. âIf youâll excuse me.âÂ
You begin to walk forward, slipping past him and hoping you wonât get snitched on. Except it seems youâll be having a shadow, as not a few seconds later a smooth chuckle meets your ears and the man walks beside you.Â
âI think Iâll be tagginâ along if you donât mind. Security and all.â He turns to face you, sticking out his opposite hand. âHesh.â
âThat supposed to be some kind of nickname, Kid?â You raise a stiff brow but participate in the handshake nonetheless. His grip is firm but not hard.Â
Hesh blinks at you, eyes swimming with amusement before he shrugs in a boyish way and shakes his head with a laugh. âHell, you remind me of someone, Maâam.â A moment passes in silence as you study the area. The man huffs, âWhere exactly are we off to?âÂ
âWonderland,â your lips grumble, tired and wanting to sleep but not until you find your picture. Hesh sighs but you can still hear the hilarity inside of it.Â
âAlright thenâŠdonât know if youâre going to be finding a shrinking potion anytime soon, though. Weâre in low stock.â
âVery funny,â your eyes send a dry look, but you relent when he prods you with his eyes, taking a corner. âIâm looking for my vest.â Hesh blinks at you in curiosity, letting you elaborate as you motion to your upper shoulder. âMy pouch has some of my personal belongings. I donât like being away from it.âÂ
âOh,â the brunette nods a few times, his beanie jerking along. âYeah, thatâs no problem.â A hand is waved and you stare in confusion as he pivots. âCâmon, Iâll get you there.âÂ
Your eyes burn into his back before you immediately speed after.Â
âWhy so eager to help?â Hesh smirks at your question.Â
âAs I see it, if you went over nineteen days of hard hiking just to get to us, you should at least be able to keep your stuff on you, Maâam.â Your lips flicker in a smile.Â
âYouâd be the first.â You tell him your name and miss the slight emotion it provokes in his eyes, head lightly pulling to the side but ultimately saying nothing. Hesh shrugs with a grunt, leading you to a meeting room on the opposite side of the building.Â
Yelling is on the other side.
âElias, how long has this been kept from me?!â The voice makes your head perk, evoking something inside of your chest. Hesh seems taken aback too, holding up a hand to you for momentary silenceânot that you had to be told.Â
âKeegan, I canât have that happen. She needs to recover and you being there could jeopardize that. We need what she knows about Dallas.â Your body stills to a near-frozen state, and itâs comedic how your entire face falls to a blank slate. Wait a second.
âŠKeegan?
âShe belongs with meâI thought she fucking died and sheâs been here for who knows how long?! Why wasnât I informed?â Rampaging feet suddenly sound off, going to the door at break-neck speed.
âSon, thatâs not a good idea. This is what I was worried would happen if you found out.â
âI didnât exactly ask, did I? As far as Iâm concerned, nothing else matters besides getting back to my Girl,â the bark is ferocious and violent, more of an animalâs than a manâs. âNow where the hell did you put her before I tear this damn fort apart andââ You shove at the door before Hesh can grab you, throwing it open and letting it hit the opposite wall with a great boom of wood.Â
Your wild eyes instantaneously lock into sharp blues, pulse pounding in your ears. Itâs like all the air is taken from your lungs in a great punch.Â
Oh, heâs so similar to how you remembered him to be ten years ago.Â
Keegan stands only a few feet away, turned in your direction with his eyes so wide and small you might faint. Thereâs black face paint in his sockets, making the cerulean all the more bright and shocking to the senses. Heâs still tall, still built, if only a bit more rugged than when ODIN struckâthere are lines on his forehead and his scars are more faded. Small differences in the way he holds himself like the difference between a rabbit and a hare. Keeganâs black locks are shorter now, but stillâŠhis.
Lips part in silent shock, an entire halt of your nervous system.Â
The entire universe holds its tongue as you two stare at each other; walls and rooms blur into a mess of matter and realityâthis couldnât be real.Â
Keeganâs feet shift for a moment as if to steady himself as his fingers twitch. In his hand, he holds your picture, his body covered in gear and weapons. He blinks as you tell yourself heâs a phantom, simply that same ghost come back to haunt you as tears sting the backs of your eyes. But then he speaks, and itâs the same voice you had slowly lost the ability to remember in year three.Â
â...Sweetheart?â
His ghost never spoke. His ghost could not imitate the phonics of his speech or the rhythm of his throat. His ghost could not make you recall the memories youâd long since boxed up.
You jerk forward just as he does, bodies colliding into a feral grip of flesh and fabric, hands latching and faces burying. Sobs rip from you as Keeganâs shaky breath echoes right next to your earâhis chest hitching and arms snatching your waist and lifting you up as easily as he always had. He holds you up without any thought of putting you down, legging your legs dangle as Elias slowly exits the room and corrals a highly confused Hesh with him.
The door shuts, but neither of you notices.Â
âKeeganââ Your voice is high with emotion, hardly believing what you're seeingâwhat youâre touching. âOh, my God.âÂ
He had been alive all this time? Ten whole years and youâd thought he was dead. But by the way he was barely letting you breathe from in his iron clutch, you imagined Keegan had thought the same about you. It wasâŠincomprehensible.Â
âShh,â he whispers, his shushes cracking and flinching between broken gasps of your name. âShh.â He sets you down on the floor only to have his firm hands travel to your cheeks, turning your head to each side in a desperate need to understand if you were really there.
Keeganâs eyes are wet, but no tears let themselves fall quite yet.Â
âIâm so sorry!â You hiccup and the man kisses your cheeksâyour browline and nose. Every piece of you he can as you both stay so intimate you might melt into one another. âI thought you were gone, I-I should have stayed and looked for you, I didnâtââ
âYouâre alive?â Keeganâs hands rub across your body, gripping and tugging you closer and closer. âMy Girlâs alive?âÂ
His tears drip to your face as he hovers above you, and you both shake with the weight of years.Â
âMe?â Your chuckle through sobsâyou want to scream and wail at the same time. Blue eyes flutter and ragged breaths puff on your forehead. âWhat about you, you asshole?âÂ
Keegan shakes his head, and you stare deeply into him, hands coming up to cup his cheeks as he sags forward. He had stubble now, spreading out to grate your flesh.Â
The man forces a weak huff.Â
âChrist,â is all he mutters before he presses his lips to yours in a kiss so unyielding you expect to have your air stolen. Ten years to feel him kissing you againâto feel his warm flesh under your hands and his heart rampage into you.Â
Youâd do it all over if it still amounted to this.
Your body shivers and you reciprocate with just as much fervor; this emotion of relief is so overwhelming and all-consuming that it makes your head light. You suck down quick breaths between the sensation of your lips meeting, Keegan doing the same.Â
Unconsciousness was better than letting him leave again, your lover sharing that sentiment as chests slid against one another. Soft hair slips through your fingers as you grip Keeganâs hair, cascading through locks as he groans into your lips and tries to hide his tears from you.Â
He pulls away and immensely shoves his head into your neck.Â
âYouâre here,â he whispers quickly. A hand quivers at the back of your head as your tears wet his gear. âYouâre right here. You came back to me, didnât you, Doll?âÂ
You cry, âIâm here, Keegan.â The man sobs when he hears you say his name, his knees giving out as you both fall to the floor and not letting the other move beyond the caress of skin and lips.
âI missed you,â Keegan gasps, âso much. Donât you understand? I was nothing without you. You took it all from me, everything. Every damn thing.âÂ
You press kisses to his neck and racing pulse, healing him inside and out without even realizing it; it was only fair, he was doing the same back to you.Â
The picture lays long forgotten on the floor.
âNever let me go,â your voice forces out, as he rocks you back and forth like a child. âNever again, Keegan. Please, I love you too much to go through that again.â
âNever,â he immediately promises, pulling back and kissing your lips againâneither can stop themselves from this. Blues eyes blink quickly, cataloging your face and every little blemish heâd have to relearn and study; to find the story behind. Keegan had never been happier. He felt like he might break from it. âOver my dead body, Iâm never lettinâ you out of my sight. Youâre stuck with me.â
You laugh genuinely for the first time in ten years and say youâd like nothing better as he pulls you back in and plants his mouth to yours in reverent worship. His arms trapping you to him as yours do just the same.
Not to leave again anytime soon.Â
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I love love love your writing! I was just re-reading âTheodore Nott whoâŠâ and possibly wondered if you could expand on how he reminds reader that he will propose when they are finished school. Kicking my legs giggling thinking about that đ
Aww, thank you. Of course, I can. Let me know if you have any other requests!! PS I wrote a whole thing, ready to push post now. It was perfect, but something happened, and it didn't save, so I had to rewrite it the best I could, I hope you enjoy this anyway AH I'M SO MAD đ„Č,
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Theodore, at age 11, thought you were the prettiest girl in school
Theodore, at age 13, began to navigate his not-so-small crush on you
Theodore, at age 16, felt his heart in his stomach as he swallowed his pride and finally asked you out
That is where our story starts.
By 17, you got comfortable enough and started spending the night in each other's dorms; one random Tuesday morning, Theo woke up earlier than usual, you were still fast asleep. Theodore was a very productive person. If he woke up early, he would get up, make a coffee, go for a run around the grounds, come back, and shower, all before most had even opened their eyes. As he reached for the corner of his side of the blanket and moved to start his day, you felt him, causing you to stir, your brows quickly scrunching, your body automatically moving towards him; you reached for him even in sleep. Something in his mind slowed, something in his heart raced, something in his soul shook. Dropping the blanket in his hand, he surrendered to you, laying so close, gently caressing your face, feeling peace in your dream state. Then it dawned on him, if I married her, this would be the last face I would see before I slept and the first I would see when I woke up.
That's when it began.
His constant reminders of marriage.
That very morning.
When your eyes fluttered open, Theos wide eyes already met yours, it would've scared you in his eyes weren't so dreamy.
"Good morn-" you start
"Marry me" he interrupted
"What?!" you laughed out. It was too early for this
"Marry me?" he smiled
"shut up" you laughed, reaching your hand under your pillow, softly throwing it at him
"Come on, why not?" he pleaded
"Theodore, we're still in high school, that's why", you smile
"Fine, you fucking time waster, but after we get out of here, I'm gonna marry you", he insisted
You thought it was a passing thought.
Something he wouldn't bring up again.
Boy, were you wrong, he proved that time and time again over the next two years.
Sitting in class, he would peck a kiss on your cheek from behind you. "Kisses for the Mrs" he would whisper with a smile before returning to his own seat
In the great hall, he slapped Matteo's hand away as you and he both reached for the same dish. "Can't you see my fiance wants that slice?" he grits, serving you before Matteo puts it on his own plate. "You aren't fucking engaged?" A defeated Matteo retorts, arms out in confusion. "Don't start", you apologise on behalf of you and your pretend husband
In Hogsmeade, you and Pansy tried on dresses. Theodore was walking past when he saw you in the mirror. Letting himself in, he slithered behind you, his reflection joining yours in the mirror, slipping a hand down your waist. "You know, if you look this good in this dress, I can only imagine how good you'd look in white," he'd smirk, "you know when we get married," he muttered on his way to the register, leaving money, giving the workers strict instructions to charge him for any dress you bought, for them to keep the change too.
When Theodore had early morning Quittich practice, he would leave a steaming cup of coffee or tea on your bedside, accompanied by a note: " To keep you warm while I'm gone, good morning, my better half, Mrs Nott."
When you studied in the libary, you had a very distinct look of focus. He would lay a bored hand on his face, "Come on, let's go for a smoke", he whined, "No, Theodore, We have final exams soon. You should be studying. Go without me if you want" you explain, fingers pointing at text on his book, "not going without you" he said frustrated under his breath. Theodore kept testing, blabbing nonsense, attempting to distract you, staring at you instead of the open books. "Why are we wasting time? You could be pregnant by now," he said, his free hand twirling your hair. This caused you to slam your book closed, looking up at him, your eyes widening. "What!?" he laughed. "If I had it my way, we would've tied the knot last year, and we would have a kid on the way", he continued; you did nothing but shake your head and fight your growing smile.
Walking through the gardens, you pointed at some hydrangeas. "My favourite flowers" you smiled. "I know" he smiled "I'd walk down the aisle with hydrangeas in my hand," you say softly, leaning in to smell the flowers, "When we get married, I will" you say picking some to take with you. Theodore could've fainted on the spot. 'When we get married,' your voice repeated in his mind, pulling you up into a deep kiss
When you finally graduated, Theodore pulled your father aside. If there was something Teddy valued, it was tradition; he was officially asking for your hand.
Returning to you, smiling ear to ear, he suggests you join him on a walk. Reaching the tree near the Black Lake, he kissed your forehead, one hand intertwined with yours, the other hand in his pocket, fidgeting with a small box.
A box containing a ring.
That he had bought on the year prior, now all that was left to do was kneel.
unedited today, sorry for any incorrection I'm too tired to reread or edit rn LOL
in my mind me and teddy r married
him in a suit KILL ME NOW one chance PLS
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req for an aegon ii x reader who has a similar role of margaery tyrell? (love-bombing him so they can be betrothed and stuff)
she very easily manipulates aegon and basically uses his mommy issues to get whtv she wants (obviously bothers alicent to no end).
Web of Gold
Requests are closed!
- Summary: Alicent could only watch as you handle her son like a lioness who plays with her food.
- Paring: lannister!reader/Aegon II Targaryen
- Rating: Mild 13+
- Next part: aegon in love
- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround
Itâs a beautiful morning, yet the tension between you and Alicent Hightower crackles like a summer storm. You can feel her eyes boring into you from across the room, but youâve become quite accustomed to her watchful glares. If anything, you thrive on them.
You smile sweetly, dipping your head toward Aegon as he lounges on the Iron Throne, looking far more relaxed than any king should. Heâs watching you with that same eager gleam in his eyes, waiting for whatever praise youâll offer him next. Itâs become a game for you at this pointâhow much can you say before he completely melts? And itâs easier than it should be.
"My king," you say softly, stepping closer, your golden Lannister curls bouncing as you move. "You look especially regal today. Like Aegon the Conqueror himself reborn. Do you know what I see when I look at you?"
Aegon straightens slightly, his eyes widening with interest. "What?" His tone is eager, as though whatever you say might be the single most important revelation of his life.
"I see a man destined for greatness. Aegon, you are so strong, so powerful, andâ" you let your voice drop into a breathy whisper, "so very wise." You emphasize each word, drawing out your compliments in a way that sends a flush of pride creeping up his neck.
Aegon shifts in his seat, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "Do you really think so, Y/N?" he asks, his voice almost boyish, seeking that reassurance from you.
"Of course I do, darling. And I would never lie to you." You reach out, letting your fingers brush against his hand in a gentle, lingering touch, just enough to make his breath hitch. "Unlike others who may have their own agendasâŠ" You throw a quick glance toward where Alicent stands, her expression tight, lips pressed thin. The corner of your mouth twitches into a hidden smirk.
Aegon doesnât notice. Heâs too busy basking in the attention you're lavishing on him. "Mother just worries," he mumbles, though even he seems half-hearted about it.
"Worries?" You tilt your head, feigning innocence. "I think she underestimates you, my love. Youâve already proven yourself to be a far better ruler than anyone could have imagined. I canât imagine why she continues to hover over you like youâre still a boy."
You know exactly why. Alicent cannot stand the idea of you influencing her son. It grates on her to see Aegon so smitten, so easily swayed by your honeyed words. But thatâs precisely what youâre counting on.
Aegon chuckles, clearly amused. "She just doesnât understand, does she?"
"She doesnât," you agree, leaning in closer so your voice is only for him. "But I do." You place your hand on his chest, right over his heart. "I see you for the man you are, Aegon. A man who doesnât need his mother whispering in his ear, telling him what to do. Youâre king now. You should be able to make your own decisions. Isnât that what you want?"
Aegonâs eyes flicker with somethingâdesire, admiration, a need for validation. "Yes," he says, his voice firm, though you know itâs more out of wanting to please you than actual conviction. "That is what I want."
You smile, letting your fingers trail lightly down his chest before stepping back, your eyes sparkling with the satisfaction of a job well done. "Then take whatâs yours, my king. Trust yourself. Trust me." You cast another glance toward Alicent, who looks like sheâs about to bite through her tongue.
Sheâs always there, lurking like a shadow, trying to pull Aegon back into her grasp. But he slips through her fingers every time youâre around. Alicent has power, but you? You have Aegon. And he doesnât even realize it.
You turn to face the queen mother, giving her a radiant smile that doesnât reach your eyes. "Your Grace, you must be so proud of Aegon," you say, your voice saccharine sweet, as though youâre not fully aware of the tension between you. "Heâs grown into such a strong man under your care."
Alicent stiffens, her lips twitching in a forced smile. "He has always been capable," she says, her tone clipped. "Though I think he still benefits from wise counsel."
You tilt your head, pretending to consider her words, though you already know exactly how to respond. "Of course," you agree, "but I think heâs ready to make his own choices now. Donât you?" You let the question hang in the air, a gentle reminder that Aegon is your king now, not hers.
Alicent opens her mouth to reply, but Aegon cuts in before she can get a word out. "Mother, Y/Nâs right. I donât need to be told what to do all the time." He laughs, clearly proud of himself for standing up to her, oblivious to the fact that heâs only echoing your words.
You beam at him, eyes sparkling. "Exactly, my love. You are your own man. And no one, not even your mother, can take that from you."
Alicentâs gaze narrows, and for a moment, you think she might say something sharp, but she bites her tongue. You know itâs eating her alive inside, watching Aegon slip further under your influence, but she canât do anything about it. Not without making herself look overbearing in front of her son.
"Come, Aegon," you say lightly, turning back to him. "Letâs take a walk in the gardens. You could use some fresh air after sitting on that throne for so long."
Aegon rises eagerly, flashing you that boyish grin that only makes him seem more malleable. "Yes, letâs."
As you link your arm through his and lead him out of the hall, you donât bother to look back at Alicent. You can already feel the weight of her stare burning into your back. You have Aegon wrapped around your finger, and she knows it.
But as long as you continue to feed his need for affection, for someone to praise him and treat him like the king he so desperately wants to believe he is, he will never stray far from your side. And Alicent can do nothing but watch.
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hi bestie,, idk if u take requests buttt have u seen kieran culkin speech after he won his emmy & then him asking his wife for another baby on stage đđ€đ€ idk i thought that would a cute h blurb
that kieran speech was SO CUTE i just had to take this request !!! happy one year of grammy winner Harry for those who celebrate! i hope you like this as much as I do
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
The night had been one for the books.
Harry became a Grammy winner for the second time within the first 30 minutes of the ceremony, getting the award for Best Pop Vocal Album, and your heart bursted with joy and pride and you watched him collect it.
He also delivered an amazing performance even though he had a stage malfunction that was out of his control, and after a few minutes of pep talk backstage, you convinced him that he should be proud of what he did no matter what.
Nights like tonight made you look back at your journey with Harry, from getting frustrated each year when the Grammys refused to give One Direction a nomination, to consoling him when his debut single Sign of the Times got overlooked and celebrating when they finally ave him his long overdue nomination for Fine Line. And now, being one of the most nominated artists of the night and a winner already.
Harry was not an artist that let awards or numbers define his career at all, but you knew that deep down he appreciated getting a nod and recognition for the hard work he puts into his music.
"What's on your mind, honey?" Harry asked and he noticed that you had been quiet for a few minutes, the show was on a commercial break so you could talk freely.
"Just thinking about how am I getting a picture with Beyoncé before the night ends," you joked, making him laugh along, "I'm also thinking about the bub, do you think she's okay?"
Harry couldn't help but smile at the mention of your daughter. Little baby Styles had been welcomed into the world a year and a half ago, looking like an exact carbon copy of Harry with curls, dimples and charming green eyes.
It's safe to say that she became Harry's entire world from the moment he saw her for the first time.
"I bet she's fast asleep by now after snuggling with mum for hours," you smiled at the thought, "You know she's obsessed with mum."
"She just loves her nana," you almost cooed, "And her Grammy winner daddy, even tho she doesn't have any idea what that means."
"You know," Harry began, and by the look on his face you knew he was up to no good, "She could become obsessed with her bay brother or sister too, if we decided to give her one."
The smirk on Harry's face after his statement was almost devilish, making you look him with wide eyes and a grin on your own.
"Are you asking me for another baby in the middle of the Grammys?" Harry shrugged, the smirk not leaving his face, "You're a menace. But, maybe if you win, I'll think about it."
Before Harry could reply, the lights dimmed signaling that commercial break was over and it was time for more awards, more specifically, the most important award of the night: Album of the Year.
Trevor Noah, the host, talked about the importance and meaning of the award, the fans the production had invited to support the nominees stood beside him in a line.
You could barely focus on what was being said because your eyes were fixed on Harry's hand gripping yours tightly, and you felt like throwing up from nerves if you looked at the stage.
And the Grammy goes toâŠâ Trevor spoke into the mic, making a dramatic pause that felt way too long and made you finally look up no the stage, noticing that he was standing in front of Reina, Harry's fan.
And that was the moment you knew, the Album of the Year was Harry's House.
âItâs you!â both you ans Jeff whisper-yelled in unison, looking at each other with shocked faces and making Harry give you a confused look.
âWhat do you-â and before he could even finish his sentence his name was being called out and the trumpets from Music for a Sushi Restaurant filled the place.
Harry immediately covered his face in disbelief, shaking his head and taking in in the moment. You couldn't help but stand up and jump in your place, adrenaline and excitement, but mostly pride, running through your veins.
"My love, you won! Harry's House won!" you said into his ear when he finally wrapped his arms around you, pecking the side of yiur head repeatedly before kissing your lips quickly.
"I love you," was all he said before getting rushed into the stage along with his collaborators and friends.
"Shit!" was the first thing that came out of his mouth once he had his Grammy in hand, making everyone laugh, âI mean,shit! Iâve been so, so inspired by every artist in this category with me. At a lot of different times in my life I listen to everyone in this category when Iâm alone,â he took a breath,"I think on nights like tonight, itâs obviously so important for us to remember that there is no such thing as best in music. I donât think any of us sit in the studio thinking, making decisions based on what is gonna get us one of these.â
You stood with your hands clutched to your chest, your eyes filled with happy tears and nothing but love and admiration for him.
"I'd like to thank my mom and my sister for being my biggest supporters and giving me a great childhood, I would be nowhere without you," he paused to look directly at you from the stage, his eyes immediately watering again, "And of course my beautiful wife, YN. Thank you for sharing your beautiful life with me and giving me an amazing daughter who is the reason I do what I do everyday,"
You were unaware of the camera focusing on your and catching the moment you mouthed an 'I love you' to him from your place.
"I love you both so much, you mean the world to me. And YN," he paused, the devilish look from earlier making his way to his face again, along with a teasing raised eyebrow that told you that he was about to do something major, "I want another one."
The entire arena erupted into laughs and cheers, Jeff clapped and whistled from beside you and you couldn't help but cover your face in shock and embarrassment, astonished by Harry's anctics.
"You said, maybe if I won, and I did!" the crowd laughed even more, "I love you, so much. Thank you for this, I'll never forget it."
Harry got off the stage and you met him backstage to congratulate him properly, after a final performance the night came to an end and everyone headed outside the arena to celebrate.
"Do you feel like partying tonight? The label is throwing a celebration but if you feel tired we can skip it," Harry said as you both sat on the back of his Range Rover.
"Honestly, I just want to go home, kiss our baby goodnight and celebrate with my Grammy winner husband in private," you smiled at him teasingly, "Maybe get started on that second baby making."
The smile that appeared on Harry's face after hearing your words was bigger than the one from winning a Grammy.
"Home it is, then."
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Heyy so weird request but could you do a vox x reader who has a kinda one sided rivalry with him in the sense every time he releases tech she'll challenge herself to make a better version
Vox with a one sided rivalry with reader!
Warnings!: A tad tinne winne bit of angst!, sorry if heâs OOC! (ËÌŁÌŁÌ„ ^ËÌŁÌŁÌ„`)
Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!
Author note!: OOOOOO I havenât written rivals to lovers in a bit! Hopefully itâs not too bad!
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Summary!: One sided rivalry with are favorite TV demon (ïŸ â§ââŠ)ïŸ
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âIn the morning, you would gone
I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on To
the memory of your lips God,
I'm so lovesick What have you done to me?â
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Devastated, like actually in greif
After YEARS of not even a single demon upon billions below in the forsaken place called hell could make a DENT in the empire he built. But then you came along! With all your Gezmos and trinkets! (He refuses to call them anything other then that)
He is insecure, no matter how much he puts a face on about not having a fear in the world. He dose, heâs terrified of being replaced or knocked off the top!
The first time you released something after he did he merely laughed. You? A small tiny little business? What idiot would do that!? Your product was most definitely gonna be looked over!
Or that is what he thought at first (àČĄâžàČĄ)âŠ
Soon he realized how quick your growth to fame was. And honestly had a melt down, who even were you?!
He makes back handed complements on his TV show like for example âand on recent news a new technology has been released by *insert your name/company name*, looks a bit cheap but itâs okay for their first time!â
Yea expect those a lotâŠ
Heâs use to companyâs butting heads with him, but he always squashed them in under a day! If not less!, so he was bewildered when you just kept popping up everywhere. He doesnât even know how. half of the channels in hell are owned or under his name! Or at least played on HIS tvs!.
And when he released a product only for the next day for it to get a bit over shadowed by yours he loses it. He immediately thinks your doing this on purpose, he thinks your doing this as a means to get his attention.
Will never admit it but he bought one just to break it outta rage but after a bit he understood the hype, will take this to his second death bed.
Heâs never had a good look at you before maybe a small invention or gala for some of the highest company owners in hell. And let me tell you when this man saw you he was shocked, it took velvet to snap her fingers for him to get out of his trans-like-state. Heâs more embarrassed then heâs ever been, not only are your products prove to be a good runner up to his but you were making min lose his breath.
He didnât wanna believe at first before velvet confirmed it to him.
And may i say, the minute you glanced at him and gave him a charming smile while waving your hand at him with a small glint of pride in your eyes, he actually had a system crashed screen as his whole system rebooted.
It wouldnât be long till you made your way over to him trying to introduce yourself(âąÌáŽâąÌ)Ù
Honestly he couldnât think straight until you excused yourself to talk to another business owner. He dosent understand, for all the years heâs been dead how is his heart beating so fast for you?
In denial about any feelings towards you, it canât be! He despises you !, right?
Takes him a bit to work up the courage to talk to you again, as he introduced himself properly with as much passive aggressive charm he could muster. Only to be confused at your sweet yet passive aggressive smile as you shook his hand with such care
How can someone be so competitive yet so sweet?
Weâre you trying to woo him on purpose!?(ááŁá)Ő
He didnât understand even though he knew your intent, and the underlying nature in your interaction. He still found it charming, and shocking at you technical level and marking tactics. He isnât happily impressed, but he is definitely impressed, he would never show that though of course.
It always seemed no matter how much of a short time between releases you always managed to make it better he just didnât understand how!. How did you have such short time to perfect something that heâs been working at for months!
He soon realizes out shinning you or squashing you business wasnât gonna work. You guys were too evenly matched, it would be through pure luck that one of you would out shine the other one day and not the next. So he did the best next thing, purposed a business deal (quite reluctantly might I add)
To just merge companyâs he knew your rise wouldnât falter anytime soon.
At first you felt like this was a trick, to steal your soul or take you out while your walls were down. But he quickly explained itâd be easier to just have you work on things and share the profit (surprise, surprise)
Now you can decide weather you accept or not!
But after that meeting he would call you over for many more strictly for business meetings! Definitely not just desperate to spend time with you or anything
Even when you proposed to just, email, or text, he still declined saying he found it easier to say what he needed out loud. DefinitelyâŠ. (âáŽââż)
Sooner or later youâd catch on, or some people on the news would gossip of your âsecret affairsâ
You would soon confront him about this, and let me tell you this man is decent at standing under pressure in some if not most situations expect this one.
I feel like he wouldnât admit it till MANY months later cause heâs just that stubborn
He just hates it, he hates your stupid smile, the way you make his stomach do back flips, the small glint of happiness and pride when your product is loved and bought by the millions. He hates the smile you keep even if at a rivalry with him. He hates everything about you, he hates it, he hates it so much he ends up realizing he loves it.
Yea he is one complicated manâŠ.
But once he finally admits it, and you end up giving it a shot. This guy would try to act like he wasnât about to shut down, like his inner fans and vents werenât about to self implode, heâd act cool and collected about it but behind closed doors heâs quite literally smiling like a dope
NOW if this were released to the public, the mess that would ensue is scandals upon scandals.
I mean! Imagine the head lines! âTwo of hells most biggest company rivals now together?!â
News is fast to spreed lemme tell you that
I feel like he would rather have the relationship private but if it got outâŠletâs just say he wouldnât stop it either per say (ÂŹâżÂŹ)
Overall! I feel like even if it was a one sided rivalry I feel like it would quickly turn to both of you butting heads. Cause to out shine the king of tech himself is quite the challenge, and you being able to do that says a lot!, heâll be holding a grudge even into a relationship and still would get competitive here to there he would definitely still study your work to see how you improve so fast!. Still in the end of the day heâll still dote on you behind close doors!
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I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!, I havenât written rivals to lover plot in a bit BUT MY GOSH NESS ITS VERY FUN TO PLAY AROUND WITH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN! ïŒŻ(â§âœâŠ)ïŒŻ
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Sweet Surrender
Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader
Genre: Romantic smut, kind of angsty at some parts idk
Word count: 6k
Summary: You're apart of storm par and just so happen to get on the nerves of Scott, which truly isnât that difficult of a task. But as much as you get on his nerves, he gets on yours. One day he takes things a little too far which leads to an interesting encounter.
a/n: Iâm gonna be so fr and say that Iâm not so sure how to portray Scotts personality but I do like the idea of taming the grumpy character with a sunshine character. Iâm currently working on a couple different Scott ideas. Also if you have any request just let me know. Hope you enjoy!
Youâre Javiâs childhood best friend, following him all the way from Miami to Oklahoma. The warning everyone gave you was to not follow a man rather than your dreams, but they just didnât get it, heâs not a man. Heâs your best friend and you were always going to follow him because it just wouldnât feel right without him.
The one thing that made you want to run in the opposite direction was Scott. You donât know how they ended up as friends in the first place and you hated the way he treated people.
You always make sure to take Javi to clean up towns, even though Scott is against it. You help Javi find which storm to follow (call it natural instinct or an early childhood fascination with storm chasing), even though Scott always pushes to go in the opposite direction.
The list can go on and on but the point being that Scott gets on your nerves. Youâve always been an absolute angel to him, well as much as humanly possible, you pride yourself on being kind. It doesnât cost a thing to be kind, well, at least thatâs your motto in life.
Being on the road with Javi (and Scott) has proven to be more than difficult, the highlight being when you get to meet up with Tyler Owens and his crew. He has quite the southern charm and theyâre all pretty nice once they get over the whole storm par thing.
Itâs around noon when you finally stop at the gas station, you hop out of the vehicle with a bounce in your step as youâre finally able to stretch your legs. The rest of the team pulls in parking around Javiâs truck. Scott steps out of his van and Javi calls him over, you silently curse him under your breath, preparing a smile for the unfortunately cold man.
Scott approached the group as you muttered under your breath, a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he heard your subtle discontent.
âHey man, weâre gonna get some snacks and take a restroom break, then hit the road again.â Javi says as Scott nods along, his gaze flickering to you, meeting your forced smile with a look of indifference.
"Sounds fair," Scott replied, his voice lacking enthusiasm. âBut are we just stopping so princess over here can get her snacks?â he says with coldness in his voice. You cross your arms over your chest.
âNo,â you try to keep your usual smile, âJavi is hungry too, right?â You turn to him, nudging his shoulder.
Javi glanced over to Scott then to you, he returned your smile with a soft grin, silently enjoying how Scott's jaw slightly clenched. Javi nodded in agreement, standing by your side. "Yeah, definitely could use some fuel. And snacks." he said.
Scott rolled his eyes, his arms crossing against his chest. "Whatever. I could use a break too, I guess." he muttered. Just as Scott finishes his sentence you all hear the blasting of Tylerâs music as he pulls into the parking lot.
Your smile brightens as you turn to the noise, âTylers here!â You say to Javi âIâm gonna go say hi, then we can meet up inside.â Your tone is cheerful as you bound off toward Owens, your skirt and hair moving in sync.
Scott's gaze followed you as you walk off towards Tyler, a small scowl on his face as your skirt swirled around you. Javi chuckled, shaking his head while watching Scott.
"Someone's happy to see Tyler," Javi teased, noticing the slight frown on Scott's face.
Scott rolled his eyes, "Yeah, sure. She's just too cheerful for her own good."
Javi smirked, "Jealous, Scott?" he said with a hint of mockery in his voice. They both watch as you smile up at Tyler, your arm finding its way into his as he walks toward the door of the shop.
Scott's eyes narrow, a pang of jealousy coursing through him as you linked arms with Tyler. He clenched his jaw, trying to maintain his cool demeanor, and turned to Javi.
"Well that didn't take long. Didn't expect her to cling onto him so quickly." he said, a hint of bitterness in his voice. Javi just responds with a roll of his eyes, knowing thatâs just how you are with someone youâre comfortable with.
âBye Ty,â you wave to him, finding your way back in front of both Scott and your best friend. âJavi, look at what Tyler bought me.â You smile as you show your snacks to him. Javi chuckled, amused by your childlike excitement as you showed off your stash. He was used to your enthusiasm, and it was something he secretly found endearing.
Javi chuckled, admiring your collection. "Looks like you had a successful shopping spree."
Scott interjects, his tone dry. "That's one way to put it. Or, she's just freeloading off him." he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at your animated display.
âNo,â you seethe, your demeanor changing for a second before you reel it back in.âI bought him some water bottles for his team to hand out, thatâs what we were talking about earlier.â You smile at Javi, ignoring Scott as you start walking back to the truck.
As you turn away, Scott rolled his eyes, letting out a scoff as he followed behind you. Javi glanced between the two of you, sensing the tension, and silently followed behind.
Scott leaned against his van, his arms crossed as he muttered under his breath. "Sure, water bottles. Definitely not just flirting with the âtornado wranglerâ." You shoot him a tense look.
âFirst, I wouldnât have to buy him anything if I was trying to flirt,â You cross your arms under your breasts. âSecond, Iâm not flirting with him, heâs just a sweetheart.â Scott smirked at your response, his gaze flickering down to your chest before meeting your eyes.
His arms stayed crossed, a cocky grin forming on his face. "A sweetheart, huh?" His tone was dripping with sarcastic mockery. "Of course, that's why you're buying him water bottles. Just being a sweetie."
Javi silently watched the exchange, his eyes flickering between you both, feeling the tension thicken in the air. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, âWell, I do enjoy the company of someone whoâs kind and a sweetheart, especially over a jerk like yourself.â With that you get in the passenger seat of Javiâs truck, slamming the door loudly.
Scott's smirk widened into a smug grin as you slammed the truck door, enjoying how you reacted to his taunt. He leaned against his van, clearly amused, and let out a soft chuckle.
Javi shot Scott a glare before quickly climbing into the driver's seat next to you. He looked at you with concern and then looked back at his friend. "Way to go Scott," he muttered sarcastically Scott responds with a shrug.
âHeâs a real dick,â you say to Javi as you pull out the coke Tyler bought you.
âYeah, I know. But youâve gotta stop letting him rile you up like that.â He responds, his hand patting your shoulder as he starts the car.
Once the excitement of the chase was over and the tornado died out, you brought the team to the small town to help clean up. You stayed back with Tyler's team to help them get necessities to the people.
Scott watched as you worked alongside Tyler's team, his arms folded across his chest, and leaned against Javi's truck. He had his usual scowl on his face, clearly displeased with the situation.
"Can't believe she's sticking with them," he muttered, his eyes flickering towards you from time to time.
Javi glanced at Scott, then back at you, his expression neutral. "She's just helping out, Scott. They need the help." Tyler's hand goes to your back as he whispers into your ear, telling you to go get some rest after the rough day.
Scott's gaze immediately goes to Tyler's hand as it lingered on your back, his jaw clenching tightly. You nod, saying goodbye to the whole team, grabbing your water bottle as you head over to Javi.
Scott stays silent as you approach them, his eyes darting between you and Tyler whose gaze remained on you. Your bright smile being replaced with a half one as you get them. âJavi, Scott, howâs everything going?â
Javi glances at Scott before answering, noticing the tension between you two. "We're almost done here. Just cleaning up the rest of the town," he said. Your eyes fall to the damage around you as you pick at your fingernails anxiously.
Scott remained quiet for a moment before speaking, his tone cold and sarcastic. "And you're leaving already? Thought you'd have stayed the night with the âtornado wranglerâ."
Your eyes narrow as your sweetness finally dropped. âScott what the fuck is your problem,â your eyes brim with tears, youâre just exhausted from the day and all his antics, âyouâve seen all of this damage and youâre still as cruel as ever.â You bite out bitterly.
Scott's gaze darkened at your emotional response, his arms still folded across his chest. He seemed unfazed by your anger, a look of indifference on his face. "My problem?" he retorted coldly. "Maybe my problem is that you're too caught up in helping those storm chasers, instead of sticking with us."
Javi stepped forward, his voice calm but firm, "Scott, don't-â
Scott cut him off, his attention now fully on you. "I'm just being honest. Stop fawning over Tyler and remember who your real team is here." Your tears fall from your eyes as you step back from him.
âFuck you, asshole.â Your body trembles as tears stream down your face, Javi pulling you into his chest rubbing your back intimately.
Scott's expression softened slightly at the sight of your tears, his gaze flickering from you to Javi holding you against his chest. Javi shot Scott a cold glare before turning his full attention to you, his arms wrapping around you protectively.
"Hey, don't let him get to you," Javi whispered, trying to soothe you as his eyes narrowed at Scott. He opens his mouth to speak, but he quickly closed it, realizing that anything he said right now would only worsen the situation.
He was taken aback by your reaction and the way Javi was holding you, regret fills him as he watches you shakily move from Javi. Your hands and voice are shaky as you wipe your tears from your cheeks âI think Iâm gonna get a ride back from Ty..â your voice trails off.
Javi calls out to you, his voice stern but concerned. âHey, wait-â
Scott interrupts, his tone softer than before. âY/N, hold on-â
But you ignore their calls, your steps becoming brisk as you make your way to Tylerâs truck, your arms wrapped around yourself, seeking comfort.
Javi looks at Scott, his eyes filled with disappointment, a disapproving scowl on his face. âScott, you have a funny way of showing how much you like her.â Tyler pulls you into a comforting hug, his arms around your neck as you hold his waist. Your tears soaking his white shirt as you try to explain that youâre just crying because youâre exhausted.
âYouâre just sending her off into the arms of another man, whose intentions might not be so pure.â Javiâs voice is harsh as he watches the interaction while shaking his head.
Scott's expression hardens at Javi's words, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "As if her intentions are any better." he shot back, jealousy and irritation seeping into his voice.
Javi lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "That's not the point, Scott. Just look at her." he says, gesturing to you as Tyler opens the passenger door for you. "You've hurt her more than you realize."
You sigh as you get into his truck, âThank you again Tyler,â you smile up at him but your eyes stay teary.
âDonât even worry about it sweetheart, things seemed pretty heated. Iâm just glad to get you away from that.â He starts the ignition giving you a small smirk. âSo, how about we hit up the bar next to the motel? Get you cheered up.â
âThat sounds like a great ideaâ your smile reaches your eyes as he pulls off.
Your irritation continues to build as you sip on your whiskey, a scowl taking the place of your usual sweetness. âScott is a dick.â You say in a cool tone, your arms crossing.
âIs he why youâre so worked up?â Lily questions as she orders herself another cocktail.
âUnfortunately..â you grumble before taking another sip.
âI donât know why you guys keep him around or why you let him get you all hot and bothered like this.â She says with amusement in her voice.
âI donâtâ you protest, your eyebrows furrowing, she laughs in response.
âOh really?â Your fingers fumble with your glass, âDo you hate him or is it something more?â She teases.
You gasp as Boone laughs, âMaybe you should go argue with him some more,â he motions to your drink. âNow that you have liquid courage.â
âYouâre right. I should go talk some sense into that thick skull of his.â You say with newfound confidence.
You shoot Javi a text asking him which room Scott is staying in. He responds rather quickly, making sure to tell you to play nice.
âIâve got it, Iâm gonna go give him a piece of my mind.â The pair laugh at your remark as you down the rest of your drink. Grabbing your jacket you leave the establishment, thinking about all the things youâre gonna yell at him as you walk to his motel room.
You knock against the door roughly, Scott is sitting on the edge of his bed. Heâs deep in thought and frustration, nursing a beer, when he hears the knock on his door. His eyes narrow, wondering who it could possibly be.
He gets up and makes his way to the door, opening it. Scott looks at you, his eyes slightly widened at the surprise of you standing outside his room, a stern and determined look on your face. He knew this conversation wasnât going to be pleasant.
"What do you want?" Scott asks, leaning against the doorframe, pretending to be unaffected by your presence. You push your way into his room, slamming your shoulder in his arm. You plop onto the mattress with your arms crossed over your stomach.
âI want you to apologize.â You throw your left leg over your right. Scott lets out a huff of annoyance, clearly unamused by your unexpected and blunt demand.
He lets the door close behind him as he crosses his arms over his chest. "What are you, five?" he retorts, a slight smirk plays at the corner of his lips. "You barge into my room uninvited, just to demand an apology?"
âYes, I want you to apologize to me.â You keep a stoic expression, no longer extending kindness his way, which frustrates him even more. Scott looks down at you, his smirk fading as you maintain your cold expression.
He's not used to seeing you so serious, and it only serves to irritate him further. "And why should I apologize to you, princess? I didnât do anything wrong." he replies, his tone still biting.
He steps closer to the bed, his arms still crossed over his chest. The annoyance in his eyes becomes more apparent as you refuse to back down. You stand up and poke your pointer finger into his chest, your eyebrows furrowing.
âYou did do something wrong and you know it.â You spit out. Scott's eyes narrow as you poke him in the chest, annoyance rolling off of him in waves. He swats your hand away, gripping your wrist and holding it tightly.
"And what exactly did I do wrong?" he says back, his voice low and firm as he steps closer to you. "As far as I'm concerned, I just stated the truth." You shove his shoulder with your free hand pushing him onto the bed.
âOh yeah?â You retort, âYou werenât being honest you were being a total douche.â Scott grunts as he makes contact with the bed, surprise flashing in his eyes. He looks up at you, sitting on the edge of the mattress, frustration written all over his face.
He scoffs at your comment, bristling at your insult. "Being a douche? I was just being real. Youâre always so focused on those other storm chasers and you donât even notice what's right in front of you."
He grabs your wrist once again, pulling you down onto the bed beside him. âAnd whatâs right in front of me, huh?â You yank your arm away while glaring up at him. Scott lets go of your wrist, his eyes locking onto yours as you glare up at him. He scoffs, rolling his eyes briefly before answering you.
"Me, dumbass," he retorts coldly. He lets out an exasperated huff as his eyes flick across your face. "I'm right in front of you. And yet for some reason you keep swooning over Owens."
Your eyes widen with surprise as his words cause a blush to creep up your cheeks. âTyler?â You question Scott, your eyebrows furrowing. Scott notices the blush creep across your cheeks, he smirks seeing your flustered response. He raises an eyebrow at your question.
"Yeah, Tyler. Ring a bell?" He taunts. "You always hang around him, buy him food and water, and give him those sweet little smiles." he states dryly, his voice dripping with jealousy and irritation.
He reaches out, his large hand grabbing your thigh, his thumb slowly rubbing against the smooth flesh. âDonât tell me youâre jealous.â You say biting your lip as his touch sends a shiver down your spine.
Scott's eyes darken at your question, his grip on your thigh tightening as a pang of annoyance and jealousy shoots through him.
He swallows before responding, his tone gruff and sarcastic, "Jealous?" he retorts. "Of Tyler Owens? Why would I be jealous of that pretty boy wannabe storm chaser?" He lets his hand run further up your thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of your short skirt.
âIt sounds like youâre a bit worked up.â You groan out, your body tingling in reaction to his hand. Scott smirks at your reaction, his hand continues to move further and further up your thigh, slowly and deliberately.
He notices the way your body responds to his touch, relishing in the effect heâs having on you. He leans in close so his breath fans against your skin. âWorked up?â he repeats, his voice low and sultry. âAnd why would I be worked up, princess?â
âMaybe because youâre thinking about Tyler having the same kind of thoughts about me as you doâŠâ You tease him, your hand sliding up his toned arm. Scott's breath catches in his throat as your hand runs up his arm, the muscles in his body tensing in response.
He grits his teeth, his jaw clenching tightly, as a surge of jealousy washes over him at your mention of Tyler. He turns on the bed to face you fully, his hand on your thigh moving to grip your waist, pulling you closer. "Watch your mouth, princess." he warns, his voice a low growl as he leans down towards you, his face mere inches from yours.
âAnd why should I?â You say with mischief in your voice, âYou never watch your mouth when it comes to me.â Scott's eyes narrow, a fire igniting within him as you challenge him. He grips your waist pulling you even closer to him, your bodies nearly pressing against each other.
He leans down so his lips hover over your ear, his voice a rough whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. "If you keep talking like that, princess, I might have to shut that pretty mouth of yours."
âWhat if Iâd like that?â You flick your tongue out to wet your bottom lip. Scott lets a deep chuckle rumble through his chest as he watches your tongue dart out to wet your lip, the action only fueling the desire burning within him.
He grips your hip, his hands roughly pulling you onto his lap, your legs now straddling his hips. He runs his hand up the expanse of your bare thigh, his fingers brushing against the edge of your skirt.
He looks at you, his gaze dark and intense as he replies huskily, âCareful what you wish for, princess.â You grind your hips down on his, trying to further tease him as your arms find their way around his neck.
Scott lets out a guttural groan as you grind against him, his grip on your body tightens reflexively, pulling you against him even harder. He leans in, his lips mere millimeters from your skin, his hot breath fanning your neck.
His hands move further under your skirt, his calloused fingers trailing up the inside of your thighs slowly and torturously. "Playing with me still?" he growls in your ear, his voice thick with desire.
âItâs my way of getting back at you,â Scott lets out a huff as you push his shoulders, his body falling back onto the bed. He looks up at you, a mix of surprise and arousal in his eyes as you straddle him, pinning him to the bed.
He lets out a low growl, his hands reaching up to grip your hips, holding you in place. His thumbs move in circles against your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Is that right, princess?" he huffs, his voice strained with desire. "You finally fighting back?"
âI am,â you lean down to whisper in his ear, âIâm gonna get you back for everything.â You say teasingly as you slip off of him, heading for the door. Scott's eyes widen as you slide off his lap, panic and desperation creeping into his gaze as you make your way to the door.
He sits up quickly, reaching out and grabbing your wrist before you can reach the door handle. His grip is firm, not willing to let you go just yet. "Where do you think you're going, princess?" he growls, pulling you back towards him.
âNot so eager to let me go this time?â You question with amusement, a smile creeping over your lips. Scott yanks you back onto the bed, pinning you underneath him in one swift motion. His body weight presses against yours, trapping you against the mattress.
He looks down at you, a mixture of annoyance and desire in his eyes. "Did you really think I'd let you walk out that door?" he huffs, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them down beside your head.
"You're not going anywhere." he murmurs against your skin as he trails kisses down your jaw, to your neck, then your collarbone. The sudden shift in power dynamics sends a jolt of excitement through your body as you feel his weight pressing you down into the bed.
You struggle slightly, not with fear but with a thrill that you never knew you enjoyed. "Scott, what are you doing?" you breathe out, your voice a mix of surprise and challenge.
His eyes are dark and focused on yours as he leans closer, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Teaching you a lesson, princess," he murmurs before his lips find yours in a fiery kiss that leaves you gasping for more.
His tongue sweeps into your mouth, claiming it as his own, and you can't help but kiss him back with a passion that matches his.
As Scott's kisses grew more tender, his asshole demeanor began to slip away, revealing a side of him you hadn't seen before. He started to undress you, his movements urgent but not rough.
You could feel his hands shaking slightly as he unbuttoned your shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. He slid it off your shoulders, exposing your lacy bra.
His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you, his breath hitching in his throat. You felt a strange mix of excitement and vulnerability under his gaze, but the alcohol and your own pent-up frustrations gave you the courage to let him continue.
He leaned down to kiss your neck, his breath hot and sweet from the beer he had been drinking, sending tingles down your spine. His hands moved to the clasp of your bra, fumbling slightly as he tried to undo it, a hint of awkwardness peeking through his usually cocky exterior.
Despite everything, you found yourself eager to see where this would lead, your body responding to his touch in ways it never had to anyone else's.
As Scott's hands continue to explore your body, he finally unclasps your bra, revealing your soft, round breasts. His gaze lingers on them for a moment before he leans down to kiss and suck on your hardened nipples, causing you to arch your back and moan in pleasure.
You feel his arousal pressing against you, making you even more eager for what's to come. He then slides your skirt down, his eyes taking in the sight of your matching lacy panties.
With a smirk, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulls them down, revealing your wetness. His eyes darken with desire as he licks his lips, and before you can even process what's happening, he's already between your legs, his tongue tracing the edges of your folds.
You gasp as he tastes you, his mouth and tongue exploring your most intimate parts with surprising tenderness. He looks up at you, a question in his eyes, but the desperate need in yours is answer enough.
He settles into a rhythm, licking and sucking until you're squirming beneath him, begging for more.
With a low groan, Scott pulls away from you, his eyes filled with a hunger that you never knew existed within him. He quickly strips his own clothes off, his erection standing proudly as he leans over you.
His gaze lingers on your exposed body, a look of awe and desire mixing within his eyes. He positions himself between your legs, his hand caressing your thigh gently. He whispers against your ear, "Ready, princess?" His voice is a mix of tenderness and urgency.
You nod, feeling the heat pool between your legs, and he doesn't waste another moment. He slides into you with a gentle push, filling you up with a surprising tenderness that makes your heart race. He starts to move, his hips rocking into yours in a slow, sensual rhythm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through your body.
His eyes never leave yours, the intensity of the moment building as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His hands are everywhere, caressing and exploring, making you feel cherished and desired.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he picks up the pace, the gentle movements turning into a passionate dance of bodies intertwined. The room is filled with the sound of your soft moans and his deep grunts of pleasure.
It's nothing like you've ever experienced before, and you can't help but feel a strange sense of belonging as he makes love to you with a fiery passion that seems to burn away all the tension between you.
Your bodies move in perfect harmony, every touch and kiss feeling like it's been written in the stars, leaving only the aftermath of passion and the thundering of your hearts beating together.
With a final, deep thrust, Scott's body stiffens as he reaches his climax, groaning against your neck. He releases himself inside of you with a raw passion that resonates through both your bodies.
Pulling out, he rolls onto his back, bringing you with him so that you're nestled against his side, your legs tangled together. His chest heaves with heavy breaths, his eyes closed as the tension in his muscles slowly starts to ease.
You lay there, feeling a mix of satisfaction and bewilderment, your heart racing in your chest. The room is quiet except for the sound of your mingled breaths and the occasional distant rumble outside.
The warmth of his cum inside of you serves as a physical reminder of the intensity of the moment, leaving you feeling both fulfilled and slightly overwhelmed.
As the reality of what just happened begins to sink in, you glance over at Scott, his eyes now open and staring up at the ceiling, his expression unreadable.
Quietly you slip out of the bed, grabbing your clothes and sneaking into the bathroom. Cleaning yourself up, you put your clothes back on your heart aching as your mind wanders, wondering if he regrets it all.
Scott remains lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments after you quietly slip away to the bathroom. His mind is a flurry of emotions. Part of him still can't believe what just happened.
He sits up on the edge of the bed, pulling his boxers back on, running a hand through his hair as he waits for you to exit the bathroom. When you do, he looks up at you, his expression still unreadable.
He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He stands up, walking over to you, his gaze intense. You look up at him, your eyes scanning his face as you try to read his face.
Scott stands in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours, a mix of uncertainty and intensity swirling in their depths. He swallows, his throat dry as he looks at you.
You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he struggles to find the right words. He lifts his hand, gently cupping the side of your face, his thumb lightly tracing the contour of your cheek.
"Hey..." he mumbles, his voice rough and strained. You think heâs trying to brush you off so you push his hand away from your face.
âI should, uh, I should probably go now..â your voice trails off as your gaze drops to the ground. Scott's eyes widen as you push his hand away, his heart clenching in his chest.
"Wait..." he says urgently, reaching out towards you. He doesn't want you to leave. Not after what just happened between you two. He grabs your wrist, gently pulling you back towards him.
"Hold on a second," he murmurs, his voice a mixture of desperation and pleading. He steps closer to you, his other hand coming to rest on your hip. You lean into his touch savoring how his hands feel against you.
âScott, look..â you try to think of what to say but nothing else comes out. Scott's heart pounds in his chest as you lean into him. He can feel the tension in your body, sees the conflict in your eyes.
He searches your face, his gaze flickering over your features, desperate for any hint of what you're thinking. He tightens his grip on your hip, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek.
"Look at me," he says gruffly, his voice almost pleading. He gently turns your face up towards his, his eyes locking onto yours. "What were you going to say?"
âI mean,â you take a deep breath, âitâs okay if you want me to go, I get it.â You close your eyes, your cheek pressing into his palm. Scott's eyes widen in disbelief at your words.
"What? No, no, that's not what I want at all." he says urgently, his grip on your hip and cheek tightening. He pulls you even closer to him, closing the distance so your bodies are nearly pressed up against each other.
He looks down at you, his expression a mixture of frustration and desperation. "Do you really think I'd want you to walk out after... after what we just did?" he says, his voice low and gruff.
Your arm wraps around his torso, fingers pressing into his back. âScott, I donât have to stay just because you feel bad about what happened..â Scott's heart clenches in his chest as you wrap your arm around him, his body responding to your touch. He lets out a sigh, his other hand moving to wrap around your waist.
"It's not that," he mumbles against your skin, his breath hot against your ear. He pulls you even closer, his arms holding you tight against him. "I don't feel bad about what happened. I just... I don't want you to leave," he admits, his voice thick with emotion.
âScott, youâre not usually the sweet type.â Your voice regains its amused tone as you realize he wants the same as you. Scott can't help but chuckle at your words, the amused tone in your voice bringing a soft smile to his lips. He shakes his head slightly, pulling back just enough so he can look at you.
His eyes roam over your face, taking in your features and the slight smirk playing at the corner of your lips. "Sweet, huh?" he mutters, his hand on your hip moving up to grip your chin, tilting your head back slightly. "That's not what you'd usually call me, princess."
âNot quite,â you smile, âbut I canât lie, I like your change in attitude.â Scott's heart skips a beat as you smile up at him, his grip on your chin tightening just slightly. A sly grin spreads across his lips as you comment on his change in attitude.
"Oh, yeah?" he hums, his voice low and sultry. He brings his face closer to yours, his breath hot on your skin. "You like it when I'm not a complete dick?" he teases, his smirk widening.
âMhm,â you sit back on the bed, slipping out of your skirt and shirt. âYou think I can borrow your shirt for the night?â Your voice is sultry as you look up at him through your eyelashes.
Scott's jaw clenches as you undress, his eyes roaming over your body as more and more skin is exposed once again. He swallows, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he watches you reach for your bra.
"Uh, yeah," he mumbles hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "You can borrow whatever you want, princess."
His eyes are fixed on you as his shirt, still balled up on the bed from earlier, is in your hands. He watches as you slip it on, the fabric molding to your curves, and he can't help but let out a low growl at the sight.
You grasp his hand and pull him to you Scott willingly follows your lead, letting you pull him down towards the bed. A low rumble vibrates in his chest as he looms over you, his eyes roaming over your body once again.
His hands move to brace on either side of your head, holding his body above you. He looks down at you, his eyes dark and hungry. "You look damn good in my shirt," he growls, his voice thick with desire.
âYou think so?â You brush your fingers over his jaw. Scott's skin tingles where your fingers brush against his jaw. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as a shiver runs down his spine at your gentle caress.
"I know so," he murmurs, opening his eyes to lock onto yours. "You look good in anything," he adds, his voice low and husky as he gazes down at you.
âScott, we should sleep..â you murmur, your eyes getting heavy. Scott lets out a soft sigh, noticing the tiredness in your eyes. He knows you're right, but he can't help but want to hold onto this moment for just a bit longer.
With a final brush of his hand against your cheek, he rolls off of you, laying down beside you. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking you against his chest.
"Sleep," he mutters, his voice soft and soothing. "I'll be here when you wake up, princess." You rest your face against his chest, cuddling into him.
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Amazing
Pairing: 10th Doctor x Fem!reader
Summary: UhhâŠNo plot smutâŠ?
Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, light hearted teasing, tit!play, fem!reader
Word Count: 2.7k
a/n: @abbygraceasd Im done!! Thanks for the request! Also first time smut writer so, uh, sorry if itâs horribleđ Also, also The Doctor might be a little ooc. Anyways enjoy!
âYou are amazing,â the Doctor mumbles against your lips. He leans his body closer to yours, stopping you from escaping his touch.
Your body is squished between The Doctor and your bedroom door. But, you arenât mad at the situation you have found yourself in. In fact you're happy, as the Doctor moves the hand against the door to trail up and down your clothed body.Â
You could stay like this forever, you think as your arms wrap around his coat to the back of his neck to grasp at the hairs there. He groans as you tug.
âHow was I amazing?â You tease trying to get him riled up more. He leans back slightly smirking at the question.
âYou were bold, and brave and you looked so sexy in that outfit you picked out.â He leans in kissing your neck, leaving wet patches on your skin. âAnd donât get me started on the touchiness. You knew what you were doing.â
You chuckle out, amused.
âOh? And what was that?â You ask running your fingers through his brown hair. He hums as he pulls away from a kiss to your shoulder. âYou wanted to get me in here.â He pauses, not sure if he should say what he's thinking.Â
âIn you,â He finally whispers, but the second you smirk at his shyness he regrets his tone of voice.
âYouâre not wrong,â You purse your lips waiting for his next move. He looks down at you for a moment, taking in your face and the parts of your body he can see at this angle. Oh, how he wants to see you under him, begging for him to cum inside you, to make a mess of you.
The Doctor can feel his already tight pants tighten. He squeezes his eyes shut as he takes a deep breath trying to calm down and take it slow. Just how he knows you like it.
âOkay, enough talking,â He decides and bends down to pick you up into his arms. You let out a gasp of amusement as he pulls you into a heated kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to your shared bed.
âSometimes I forget that you are strong.â You smile into the kiss. The comment causes him to pull back and give you a very offended look. You quickly apologize with a kiss to his cheek.
âIâll have you know that I am a lot tougher than any bodybuilder you can find on Earth.â The Doctor sticks his head up high with pride. âAnd,â He adds, âI donât want to hear it from you, you didnât lift a finger when I asked for help fixing the console,â He's not actually annoyed, he's just messing with you. You know because of the way he rolls his eyes with a smirk.
âPlease! It was 4 am and we had been up all night because of you,â The Doctor feels his cheeks heat up at the memory. You couldnât handle another round, but the Doctor still had loads or energy to get out. So he went to fiddle with the console, and you refused to get up from bed. So, It was a fair point on your part.
âRightâŠâ He says with a grumpy pout. You smirk again.
âThatâs what I thought-â He cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours, letting his tongue run along your bottom lip before diving in. His tongue rolls against yours and he can taste the gum you were chewing earlier. He hums, almost moans, into your mouth as he runs his tongue along every inch of your mouth he can reach.
Your legs tighten around him. You tug on his coat attempting to get it off. And then suddenly youâre dropped onto your soft mattress, gasping for air.
Before the Doctor does anything more, he lets his coat fall to the floor. He loosens his tie, and unbuttons and pulls off his suit jacket and shirt, leaving his tie on.
Your eyes trail over his body slowly, making sure he knows you're doing it. You bite back a groan as his hands brush the bare skin on your hips. He pulls down your pants leaving you in your panties, they are tardis blue and the Doctor smirks. You roll your eyes pulling him by his tie against your lips.
This kiss is soft, slow, and you can really feel the tingle of his warm lips. It makes your stomach tighten in excitement. You can feel the build up of wet heat in your blue panties.Â
Lord how you want him right here right now.
âTake these off,â you mummer against him, pulling at his trousers. But the Doctor shakes his head pulling away from your reach.
âOh, no no no,â The Doctor tuts, âI'm in charge here,â his eyes get dark with want and need. The look in his chocolate eyes makes your breath hitch. He leans in again, but this time targeting your thighs.
His mouth meets your soft skin, and he begins sucking gently, looking up at you through his lashes. He runs his hands up and under your shirt, making you squeak at his cold touch. His hands make their way up to your covered breasts. He kneads your chest with his large hands, and you finally throw your head back when you feel his wet tongue press against the fabric of your panties. The only thing separating his needy drooling mouth from your hot wet cunt is a thin piece of fabric.
âTake your top off.â The Doctor demands with a whisper. You comply ripping off your top and throwing it to the floor. The Doctor looks up with lustful eyes.
âBra too.â You roll your eyes at him as you reach back to unclip it.
âGood.â He smirks.
The Doctor moves to grab hold of the edge of your painties with his teeth. Once he knows his grip is firm he pulls them down. He uses only teeth to pull your underwear all the way down to your feet.
You laugh at his idiotic antics and when he successfully throws your panties to the floor he smiles too.
The Doctor crawls back up your body, and stops when he meets face to face with your bare cunt.
âYou look so fucking pretty right now.â You breathlessly whisper as his breath feathers over your slit.
âMmmâ He hums taking in your alluring scent. âBut not as pretty as you,â he loops his arm around your thigh giving each a kiss before pulling you flush against his awaiting mouth.
The Doctor moves quickly, spreading your arousal with his tongue. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you feel his lips wrap around your clit, leaving just enough room for his tongue to poke out between his lips and swirl around your clitt.
You fight a groan as his lips suck and his tongue circles. Your body quivers and the Doctor has to use the arms around your thighs to keep you down.Â
He moves back down to your opening and sticks his tongue in as far as he can get it to go. A growl bubbles up in his throat at the way you squeeze around him. The slurping noises further fuel The Doctor. He doesnât know how much longer he can go without being balls deep in your drenched hole.
He laps at your cunt a while longer before he pulls back, licking his lips of your arousal. He uses the back of his hand to wipe the excess mess on his chin. All while keeping eye contact with you. It makes your head spin, and you haven't even cum yet.
âThink you're ready for me?â The Doctor asks as he climbs up your body making sure to eye your perky nipples longer then he should.
You only whine and nod in response. The Doctor smiles leaning in to peck your soft lips.
âSay it,â He insists nipping at your neck. âOut loud,â He sighs as he feels your hands run through his hair, the gesture making him lean into your touch with a soft noise of content.
âY-yeah âm ready,â You whisper just loud enough for him to pick up. He smiles, and then pries your mouth open with his tongue. Once he's in, your tongues glide against each other. Moving as softly and swiftly as silk.
The Doctor groans as he pulls back and says, âGood,â with a smirk. He then dips his long fingers into you, where just a few moments ago his mouth was. He streches your tight cunt, trying to loosen you up before he shoves himself in you.
You can feel his bulge against your leg, and you swear on every dalek you ever have and ever will come across that you can feel it growing. You whimper and reach down to undo his pants, desperate for the agonizingly sweet stretch of his cock in you.Â
âOkay darling,â He chuckles out at your eagerness. âIm working on it,â He tugs his pants down and with them his boxer briefs. His cock springs up, hitting his stomach in excitement.
âCome on, come on, come on,â you ramble out quickly in an attempt to get him faster.
âYou need to calm down, or I wonât fuck you.â The Doctor threatens. âAnd I know how much you want me to.â He whispers the last part in your ear making your checks burn in embarrassment. But, you nod stilling your body, and even through your embarrassment you look up at him with desperate eyes.Â
The Doctor moves to line up with your entrance and you hold your breath, waiting. As his tip sinks in you. The Doctor lets out a gasp he didnât know he had in him. And then slowly the rest of his hard cock.Â
The stretch stings, but it feels so good at the same time. And it is addicting. Itâs like fire, so beautiful and welcoming yet it can be lethal if not used with precaution. But oh, how you wanted to swim in the fire. You both slot together like two pieces of a puzzle. So snug, so warm, and so perfect. You never want to leave, even if you end up burning yourself.
âWhat did I say? Amazing.â The Doctor moans out shuddering at the tight squeeze. You have limited vocabulary at the moment, but you manage to squeak out, âAnother to add to-'' You get caught off guard when he pulls out of you almost fully before slamming right back into you. âT-the list, oh fu-fuck,â You studder out, finishing the thought he cut off.
He pulled out again this time faster, and he didnât wait for as long before pushing in once again. The squelching sounds leave you a babbling mess. You're at The Doctors will. And he knows it just as much as you.
âPlease, faster,â You say and The Doctor doesnât falter in his response, âWhy? Do you want me to fill you nice and full with my babies?â He asks, quickening his pace, per your request. You whimper at the idea of bearing his kids. You would be so swollen and full, and he would baby you, fuss about you.Â
The Doctor's own words fuel his need for you even more than he thought possible. He would love to see your stomach swollen and huge with his heir. He would love to suck on your squishy, fat, breast as he fingers you. He would love to take care of you with his mouth, to help rest your aching body.
âYes,â You spurt out, âPlease,â You choke on your saliva as you watch his body move with yours. The bead of sweat on his forehead. The way his eyebrows scrunch with every movement he makes. His hips hitting yours with enough force to break the bed if he isnât careful.
You grab hold of his swinging tie tugging it, bringing him lips to meet yours in a passionate, loving kiss. The stretch of his dick in you leaves you whimpering and whining into his mouth.
âMhhhm,â you moan, you try to move your hand down to your clit. Needing the extra bit of stimulation to get to the beautiful edge sooner. Before you can reach in between the two of you The Doctor snatches your hand, pulling away from your lips.
âOh, you really are greedy,â he tuts keeping his pace. âTell me what you want and then I might give it to you.â The Doctor's hand reaches to grope your breast and flick your nipple as he continues to push in and out of you mercilessly.
You whimper and squirm as your eyes water. Your body tingles so close yet so far from where you want to be.Â
âPlease-,â you whine, grasping at his bare shoulders.Â
âJust make me c-cum,â you babble out quietly. Desperate. Needy.
âHow?â The Doctor teases, making you groan in annoyance and pleasure. When you donât respond, he stops his thrusting completely.Â
âW-why did you-âÂ
âUse your words or Iâll stop.â He growled out, with his eyes glaring at you. You breathe heavily blinking to get your thoughts straight. The look on his face telling you this was just as hard for him as it is for you.
âUse your fingers,â you pause as he runs his finger against your perched nipple. He raised a brow waiting for you to continue. âOn my cli-â
You donât even have to finish the sentence before he begins pounding you, faster this time. He kiss you cheeks sloppily and whispers into your ear,
âAs you wish,â he moves his hand down to your clit, wetting the tips of his fingers with your slick. He runs his fingers up to your swollen, awaiting bud.Â
He twirls his fingers as his cock stretches you open. He pinches your clit and pounds your cunt, and you swear you can see stars.
âYou're perfect.â The Doctor states breathlessly. âSo beautiful, so tight and so perfect.â Your hips thrust up to meet him as his words. His voice and body are a song you canât stop yourself from turning up.
âI'm going to fill you up so beautifully,â he moans out quietly, his heavy balls slapping your ass.
âFuck-â you cry, so near your peak. His thrust only gets faster with the sounds you make. His fingers move in quicker circles. The tingle of finishing so close.
âGo on,â he prompts, dipping his head down to suck on your neck. âCum, for me.âÂ
His words are the final push into the pulsing pleasure. Your body shakes and twitches as he pounds you through your high. He moans softly as you pulse so tightly around him.
âOh,â he moans, shuddering, âright there,â he grunts not far behind.
You can feel his hips falter and his pace slow. He moans so loud and so beautiful, it carries your high on longer than you thought possible.Â
âDoctor,â You moan into his ear.
âMilk me sweetheart,â he groans as his hips thrust slower than before. His cum spurts into you, the warmth making you whimper for the hundredth time. You pull rope after rope after rope from his cock.
âSo good, so fucking goo-â he cuts himself off with a soft moan of your name as his eyes roll back. The Doctor's breathing gets jagged as your high turns into a fading buzz.Â
You feel him come to a slow stop on his wobbly arms. His softened cock slowly pulls out of you. You both hiss as the loss or closeness, and The Doctor finally collapses onto the bed, right next to you. Your naked bodies pull the other one close.
You sigh, contently into his hair. His face squished against your boobs, just how he loves it. He chuckles as he helps you pull the blankets up and over your bodies.Â
âYou're right,â He comments, his breathing slowing down. You donât respond for a moment, trying to think of what he means.
âWell of course I am,â you scoff softly. âBut, just for the sake of the conversation, what am I right about?â
âThere is one more thing to add to the list,â he replies simply, nuzzling into your chest.
âWhat?â You joke, âBeing a good fuck?â
âNo,â he says slightly taken aback, but the slight smile gives his true intentions away.
âBeing a good wife.â He states calmly.
You chuckle and place a kiss on his messy head of hair.
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Countertops (t.o)
Summary: a small fight doesnât stop Tyler from caring about you
Request: @cinderellasmissingshoes Hi lovely, can I please request a Tyler Owens fic where he and reader are upset with each other, and they've each gone into different parts of the house to cool off. But then Tyler sees her climbing onto the counter for something, which he hates her doing because of how unsafe it is. And even though he's still upset, he still loves her and worries for her safety, so he helps her off before grabbing what she wanted?? I apologize if this is too specific, I know some writers like super specific requests and some don't, you can change this however you like! Can you please tag @glenscowboyhat as well please? They helped me come up with this idea. Thank you very much, have a nice rest of your day!
AN: a little short but fluffy and cute! And sometimes we just need a little fluffy and cute
You donât even remember what started the argument or what it was about. The last thing you remember about the argument was that Tyler had gotten home later than intended, he didnât answer any of your calls or texts when he was out chasing, and then the next thing you knew, you had dispersed to opposite sides of the house.
You remembered yelling at him about how you never see him for more than a few hours at a time. How you hadnât spent enough quality time together recently and you just wanted to go on a date or do something fun.
He scoffed and said chasing paid the bills. Then you rebutted saying your job at the National Weather Service paid the bills, hitting his ego where it hurt.
It had been three hours. Three hours since the two of you have spoken and he had disappeared into the den of your shared home. It was agitating you, but you werenât about to apologize for something that wasnât your fault. You had too much pride for that and Tyler did too.
You were sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling through Pinterest recipes to make for dinner. You could hear the TV in the other room playing some stupid rerun of an Oklahoma Sooners game from last season.
You rolled your eyes and picked one to make. As you were cooking, you realized you were out of olive oil. You knew you kept an extra bottle in the cupboard, the cupboard that was way out of your reach.
With a groan, you moved the tea towel that was on the counter out of the way, took off your slippers, and hopped up on the countertop.
Tyler was ready to have an actual conversation with you. He was still upset, but he was more upset that he let some stupid argument get the best of him. Technically, you were right. Your job pays the bills, his job is the extra income. He just wanted to be on speaking terms with you again.
He walked into the kitchen where he knew you were and saw you kneeling on the countertop. âWoah, woah, what are you doing?â He questioned, rushing to you. Tyler wrapped his arm around your waist and one under your legs as he helped you down off the counter.
âI needed the olive oil.â You answered as he set you down on the ground. âYou could have asked for help.â Tyler said. âWe werenât exactly talking. Plus, how do you think I got things off of top shelves before we moved in together?â You rebutted.
âYou know I hate you doing that. Itâs extremely unsafe.â He said. âAnd so is going inside a tornado but I donât lecture you, now do I?â You sassed.
Tyler sighed, took your hand and pulled you towards him as he sat at the counter barstool. âY/N, Iâm sorry about the fight.â He said. âIâm sorry too. I think I was just more sad than angry that we hadnât spent quality time together and I said things I didnât mean.â You replied.
âNo, no you were right. Tornado Wranglers is just our spending money. Your job pays for the house. I will work on making sure we spend more time together.â Tyler replied.
âHow about we find a compromise? You love chasing and you love the channel, I know better than anyone how quickly storms develop. We spend every night together, but if a storm develops thatâs worth chasing, you can go do what you do best.â You said.
âI love chasing but I love you more. But, I agree with your compromise.â Tyler said, wrapping his arms around your waist. âThough I still think you should come out there with me. Have a real scientist go out in the storm.â He added.
You let out a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. âItâs going to take a lot more convincing to get me in that saddle, cowboy.â You joked. âWell, it turns out Iâm pretty persuasive.â He commented. âOh are you? Care to elaborate?â You questioned. âSorry, sweetheart, you have dinner on the stove.â Tyler replied.
âNow thatâs just mean.â You teased. âCome on, Iâll help you with dinner.â Tyler said, standing up.
That night, all night, Tylerâs phone was on do not disturb. He didnât reply to a single call or text from Boone or the rest of the team. Even when dark clouds rolled in and rain started pouring.
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The Prince - Chapter Four
A/N: Hello friends! This chapter is one of my favorites, full of angst and longing (my favorite things to write). I got to write from Rhaenyra's perspective, too, which was a new challenge. Please let me know what you think and if you'd like to be tagged! Thank you for all your support of my writing! It's been so long since I've been invested in a story and part of that is due to your encouragements. <3
Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader Word Count: 3.8k Synopsis: Things come to a head, as a tense argument breaks out in the Dragonpit. Jace reaches out to his mother for help.
Tag List: @rinisfruity14, @gaiaea, @rexorangecounty
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The next few days pass in a blur. Jace is embarrassed; you rejected him. But more than anything he is frustrated. You didnât reject him because you donât share the same feelings, you did so because there is not a chance for the two of you to be together. Jace canât change the fact that he is a prince, and even if he wasnât betrothed to Baela, you are still titleless.
The truth of what you said in the gardens settles within him. So few got to marry for love. But his intentions have still not changed. He will keep fighting for you, he will find a way to change the current situation.
He spends the next few days staying away from you, shielding his pride, and coming up with a plan.
When he arrives at his motherâs door, a few nights after the garden, he doesnât even realize he has come there, until he is knocking on the door. He is let in right away, and he finds his mother dining alone, smiling at something Elinda says.
âMother,â he says. He cannot remember the last time he came to his motherâs chambers like this, upset and unexpected. His mother looks up with a smile, at the sound of his voice, but it falls when she sees his face.
âJace?â she asks, standing up, âWhat is it?â
âI request an audience with the queen,â he says, straightening his spine, hoping to emphasize the severity of his arrival. A hesitant smile breaks across his motherâs face, and she lets out a chuckle.
âWhat is this?â she asks.
âPlease,â he says. Something in her face changes at his look. She gives a curt nod to the maids, and they scurry out of the room. Once they are gone, Rhaenyra leans against her dining table, looking at him with curious eyes.
âYou have the floor, Jace,â she says. He takes a breath, giving himself one second before he throws his entire life into disarray.
âI want to end my betrothal with Baela,â he says.
Rhaeynra knows Jace completely. He is part of her, after all. Her first son, her rock in so many ways during the war. But sitting at the head of her table the next day, watching her son speak with Baela, she is seeing someone new.
Jace has had a hard life. Heâs seen so much heartbreak â chief among them, the loss of his brother. But through it all, he has always been a prince. Strong when he needs to be, with a kind heart, and a devotion to duty. She has never known him to bock at responsibility, in fact, he often seeks out more. He is the example of a perfect prince, a perfect son.
She chides herself for not realizing sooner that something has changed with him.
She remembers vividly the day he came back from the North, so many years ago. Just that short trip had made him grow up so much. She had foolishly assumed it was only due to the loss of his brother, that had flung him into adulthood. But he had grown on that trip, excelled with the lords and ladies he met with, brokered deals for her, and apparently, had fallen in love.
There were thralls of guests at her table, but Rhaenyra didnât pay them any mind. She barely even looked at Daemon next to her, or Joffrey on her right. All night, her eyes were on Jace, and his were on you.
Rhaenyra didnât know much about you. You arrived in Kingâs Landing about two months back. When Jeyne Arryn had requested you to take ward here, Rhaenyra had thought little of it, so entrenched in the war. Even when you had arrived, she didnât think much of it. There were so many faces coming and going in the Red Keep, you were just another one, albeit a beautiful one.
She knew that you were close with her younger boys, and Rhanea, too. She had seen Jace spending time with you, but she hadnât noticed his feelings. She sees them now, though.
You are a beacon for Jace. Every move you make, whether itâs to laugh at your tablemates, or simply flicking your long hair over your shoulder, Jaceâs eyes follow. And to Rhaenyraâs surprise, your eyes search for him just as often. A few times, your gazes collide, and a blush forms on your cheeks.
She thinks back to Jaceâs words in her chambers. She had been completely blindsided. They had grown apart, now that he was older, and the war was over. They had begun to explore separate paths. But she thinks, even if they had been as close as they used to be, she still might have missedthe change.
âI want to end my betrothal to Baela,â he says. Rhaenyra looks at him, speechlessly, shaking her head to make sure she heard him correctly.
âWhat?â she asks.
âI want to end my betrothal.â
âWhere is this coming from?â
âI have fallen in love,â he answers. She studies his face, as if she hasnât seen him until now.
âWith whom?â she asks quietly.
âY/N Arryn.â
She believes him now. She had been worried, when he told her, that he was being compelled by lust. But watching him now, it was true love in his eyes. And beneath that, lay a sadness she knew all too well.
Rhaenyra wants him to have everything. He deserves everything. But he is a prince, and he has a duty to his country to marry well and produce noble heirs.
If it had been another highborn lady he was betrothed to, the choice might have been easier. But this was Baela. Rhaenyra loves her, and she knows Jace does, too. Just â not in the way he feels for you.
âWhat would we tell Baela?â she asks.
âI- I donât know,â he says, shaking his head. âBut itâs killing me, not to be with Y/N.â Rhaenyra frowns at her son, cupping his cheek gently with her hand.
âI made a promise to Rhaenys years ago, that I would wed our families together.â
âI know,â Jace says, his voice hollow.
She searchs his face for a long moment. She wants to tell him no. There is no way it would work out, but he had already seen so much heartbreak in his life. And she knew the pain of an arranged marriage.
So, she hadnât told him no. She told him she had to think about it. But she saw, it wasnât going to be an easy answer, either way.
The next morning, Jace finds you reading in a corner of the castle, alone. It is the first morning youâve spent in so long without Rhaena at your side, talking over suitors, or meeting with those suitors themselves.
Seeing Jace, at first, makes you blush, remembering the night in the garden. But then you settle when you realize how much youâve missed him. He has become one of your closest friends here, regardless of the feelings you have grown for him, and not seeing him the last few days had hurt.
âGood morning, My Prince,â you say as he sits across from you.
âNo one is here,â he says with a frown, âYou can call me Jace.â
âWhy are you up so early, Jace?â you ask. He gives you a soft smile and sighs, hopefully letting out the tension in his shoulders.
âI couldnât sleep. I thought I might see Vermax, go for a ride,â he says.
âIs it tiring to ride a dragon?â you ask.
âIt can be, I suppose. Although Vermax is gentle, when he wants to be.â His eyes flick to yours, and for some reason, you get the sense you arenât just talking about his dragon anymore.
âItâs hard to imagine a creature of that size being gentle,â you say, closing your book.
âYou should come see for yourself,â he says simply.
âWhat?â
âCome with me to the dragon pit. Iâm sure Vermax would love to meet you,â he says with a smile.
âI donât desire being burnt alive,â you say quietly, leaning in conspiratorially. Jace laughs softly, the dimple in his cheek prominent.
âVermax would never hurt you if youâre with me,â he says. âI promise.â
âWell, I did come to Kingâs Landing to further my education. Feels wrong to come all this way and not see its dragons up close.â
The entire walk down to the pit, you are anxious. Your heart thuds and your breathing is shallow. You are starting to regret your agreement in coming down when Jace grabs your hand for one second and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
âYouâre safe, Y/N,â he says as he guides you into the entrance of the Dragonpit. The look in his eyes makes it easier to believe him.
The pit is dark, even at the first light of morning. The temperature is at least ten degrees warmer, and there are sounds you canât begin to distinguish coming from somewhere deep. Jace leads you to a long platform that looks over a slope. Glancing down at it, you see the tread of giant clawed feet. You take in a quivering breath as Jace greets one of the dragon handlers and requests that Vermax be brought out.
âDoing alright?â he asks, coming to your side.
âYes,â you say, in an unconvincing manner.
âVermax is on the smaller size,â he says lowly, âAlthough I wouldnât repeat that to him.â
âEven small dragons are massive,â you say. Jace looks at you with a smile, opening his mouth to say something, when you hear a sound coming from the dark entrance to the pit. You move behind Jace out of instinct, as a very large green dragon walks towards you. Jace laughs to himself.
âYouâre alright,â he says softly as the beast comes to a stop. Vermax turns his attention to Jace and lets out a breath of steam. You grasp onto Jaceâs shoulders, momentarily terrified.
âHello to you, too,â Jace says with a laugh. You sigh when you realize the steam must have been a sign of affection.
Vermax moves his massive head closer to the two of you, close enough that Jace can pat his snout. You want to shrink behind Jace, want to run, but you know that quick movements around a dragon are not wise.
With his other hand, Jace reaches behind himself, and grabs hold of yours. He doesnât let it go.
âDo you want to say hello?â he asks, and you arenât sure if heâs talking to you or the dragon. Vermaxâs eyes look to you then, and a shiver of fear races over you. âI promise, heâs scarier than he looks.â Vermax chuffs in response to Jace.
Slowly, you move to Jaceâs side, dropping his hand for only a moment to switch which one youâre holding. You give yourself a moment to relax before meeting Vermaxâs eyeline.
âOkay, now slowly raise out your hand,â he says. You do as he says, your limb shaking at the movement. Vermaxâs snout, which is a good five times larger than your hand, sniffs at the palm. You wait with bated breath, until he nudges against it, and lets you rest your hand on him. You let out a sigh, relaxing as Jace smiles.
Now that youâre this close and settled, you realize that Vermax isnât entirely green. There are spikes of orange-red that run down his neck. The contrast is striking.
âOh,â you say with a sigh, âHe is beautiful.â
âIâm in love with you,â Jace says in response. You whip your head to him so quickly, something in Vermaxâs demeanor changes. Jace tenses and puts out a hand to the creature, at the same moment, pulling you back a step. Itâs only a second, and then Vermax eases. Jace turns back to you and reads your wide, sad eyes.
âWhatever youâre going to say,â he says, âDonât. Itâs going to hurt me, and Vermax wonât like that.â
âI donât know what you want me to say,â you say, whisper soft. Jace shrugs.
âI donât either.â
âWe talked about this in the garden, itâs not somethingââ You stop when Vermax shifts again. Another breath of steam washes over the two of you, but this one somehow feels warmer, deadlier. Jace sweeps you behind him, holding you close to his back.
âY/N is our friend,â he says to the beast, his words firm. âOur friend,â he says, and this time, chances a glance back at you at the word, friend.
âMaybe I should go,â you say. You realize you are still holding onto him, and then how much you donât want to let go.
âHeâll settle,â Jace says, his hand covering yours, resting on his shoulder.
âYes, but will I?â you ask, making him let out a tut of laughter.
âAlright. Iâll be back in a moment,â he says to Vermax. The dragon trills in response. Jace takes your hand and guides you back towards the Keep. âDonât worry, everyone feels like this when they meet a dragon for the first time.â
âHe really is beautiful,â you say, âIn the most terrifying way possible.â
âVermax is well tempered,â he says, âBe grateful you never saw Vhagar.â
âThe stories were horrifying enough,â you say as you come to a stop outside the door to the castle. Your hand is still in Jaceâs, the Dragonpit far behind you. You drop it, trying to do so indiscreetly, but Jace notices the absence and sighs.
âYou were going to kiss me, you know. Back in your chambers,â he says. You stutter over a response, shaking your head in disbelief.
âThere was one moment, yes,â you say, âBut then I came to my senses.â
âNo, Brigitta walked in,â he says, stepping closer to you. âThatâs why you didnât. And now, you can't even hold my hand.â He gestures around the empty space. âNo one else is here!â he shouts. Below, Vermax calls out in response.
âYou donât get it,â you say softly, trying to keep your frustrations at bay.
âWhat donât I get?â he asks.
âDo you know what I risk, just being alone with you? You are our crown prince, Jace, there is very little you can do to damage your reputation. If one person gets the wrong impression about us, if we give in to this feelingââ You stop when he moves closer still, his eyes alighting.Â
âI would be ruined,â you say. âIt wouldnât matter that you are the prince. I would be tainted goods.â He snarls at the description.
âY/N,â he starts, but you reach for his hand, stopping him.
âJace,â you say breathlessly. âI wish there was a way butââ
âWhat if there was?â
âThereâs not.â
âI asked my mother to end my engagement.â
âYou what?!â you ask much too loudly, stepping back from him.
âI assumed youâd be pleased,â he says, hurt etched into his features.
âWhat did she say?â
âShe is considering it,â he says. You sigh, leaning against the rocky cave wall. âThere are a lot of moving pieces.â
âOf course there are. You and your family just went through so much grief to assure your motherâs claim to the throne. Why risk any of it again?â
âBecause I love you,â he says plainly.
âWe shouldnât even be discussing this. We need to forget this; you need to forget me.â
âYou act like it is so easy,â he says, approaching you again, âTell me, have I confused your feelings for my own?â
âNo,â you say quietly. âItâs not easy, at all. But what makes it harder is the fact that you keep bringing it up. You keep giving me hope,â you say, meeting his eyes. His are wide and nearly pull you in with the affection you find there.
âBut there is hope.â
âYour mother is not going to cut Baela out like that,â you say, âAnd even if she did, I am no queen.â He looks at you sadly, like he wants to argue.
âYou would make a good queen, Y/N,â he says delicately. You scoff. âDonât you think Iâll be a good king?â he asks.
âOf course I do.â
âThen you know that I wouldnât make the wrong woman queen.â He moves closer, taking your hands in his. He studies the way your hands fit into his, before speaking. âBut even if my mother doesnât agree, who is to say we have to be married? That we have to fight our feelings?â
âYouâre suggesting I become your whore,â you say, face paling as you pull away from him.
âI donât want to lose you,â he says, reaching for your hand. You stay just out of his reach. âYou would be taken care ofââ
âThink of what you are saying,â you spit, âI would be an outcast. I would be your whore, and Baela your lady wife. Any children I bore you would be bastards. Is that what you want?â you ask. You think there might be tears forming in his eyes.
âOf course not,â he says firmly.
âAs much as I wish things could be different, Jace, I just donât foresee them changing. But you wound me, every time you get my hopes up.â
âYou are not the only injured party, Y/Nâ he says. âWhat would you have me do?â
âLet me find someone else,â you say quietly. âLet me do what I came here to do and then Iâll be gone.â
âAnd Iâll just have to watch you with someone else?â he asks in disgust.
âIs that not what you just suggested I do with Baela?â you ask. He groans, gripping the railing along the walkway tightly.
âSo, letâs say I agree to let you find someone else.â
âLet me?â you ask incredulously.
âThat I stop fighting for you,â he corrects with a roll of his eyes, facing you again. âWhat if my mother changes her mind?â
âShe wonât.â
âWhat if she does?â
âBy then, it wonât matter to you anymore!â you exclaim.
âWhat?â he asks, brow furrowing.
âThese feelings will die, if we let them. Youâve had this crush for so long, you think that our story must end with us together, but it doesnât have to be that way.â
âY/N,â he says with a shake of his head.
âLetâs just call this what it is â an attraction that we danced around for too long.â
âDo you think me so foolhardy? That I would confuse lust with love?â he asks, taking your face in his hands, so you canât turn away from him. âI am not that boy you met in the Vale years ago.â
âI know,â you say, putting your hands around his wrists.
âI have laid with women before.â
âJace.â
âI have even thought I was in love,â he says. âBut never, did I feel anything close to this.â You close your eyes with a sigh, leaning into his palm. His thumb brushes your cheek as he frowns at you. You are speechless. You believe him, want to believe that his hopes can come true, too, but the logical part inside of you is more insistent than your heart.
âI justââ you start, sighing when his face falls. âJace,â you say smally. He pulls away from you, retreating. âI think we need some time apart, to figure things out.â You are certain there are tears in his eyes now. He bites the inside of his lip and nods.
âIâm sorry, Iââ
âDonât be,â he says.
âJace,â you say, âWe have to try.â
âOkay,â he says with a shrug. He looks so broken, you donât want to leave him there, but you know there is nothing you can say right now to make him whole. You slip out the entrance, and itâs not until you get to your chambers that you let your own tears fall.
You are filled with so much anger. Anger at your father for fucking up your life in the first place. Anger at Lord Yorbert for arranging your initial betrothal. Anger that Lord Blacktyde left you so cautious about your next match. And anger that no matter how much you know you need to stay away from Jace, you canât seem to.
You think you know the reason why, but you arenât ready to face it yet.
Jace spends most of the day flying. The fresh air and altitude seem to clear his head a little. The moment in the Dragonpit never fully leaves his mind. He wants to do what you ask, because of the pain on your face, the pain he could practically feel himself.
But he loves you and doesnât want to be apart from you. He thinks he might go see his mother when he lands, plea to her again. He needs advice at least on how to navigate this next bit.
When he gets to the Dragonpit, though, his mother is already waiting for him. He dismounts and moves hurriedly towards her.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks, breathlessly.
âThere is trouble in the Iron Islands,â she says. âIt seems skirmishes have been breaking out since my ascendence.â
âSer Tyland?â
âHeâs there now, fighting for what he claims is Lannister territory.â
âYou want me to go lend our assistance?â he asks. She searches his face, a sad smile on her own.
âIt will be dangerous.â
âI assume so,â he jokes, making her laugh to herself. âIâll be careful,â he adds.
âI know you will.â
âIâll leave tonight,â he says, âThereâs just something I need to do first.â She examines his eyes, like she knows what he has to do, but she doesnât argue. She just nods and leans in to kiss his forehead.
âThank you, Jace.â
Night has fallen over the keep, and it is improper for him to go to your chambers this late, but he wants to see you before he goes. He must. The hallway is empty, save for one guard posted at your door.
âYour Highness,â he says, standing up straight. Jace knocks on the door and your maid, Brigitta, comes to answer it a full two minutes later. She does not look surprised to see him.
âYour Highness,â she says in greeting, curtseying as the door shuts behind her.
âI need to speak with Y/N,â he says. The color drains from Brigittaâs face.
âIâm sorry, My Prince, Lady Y/N does not wish to see you,â she says, whisper soft. Embarrassment floods his cheeks at the uncomfortable looks the guard and Brigitta give him. He isnât sure why he is shocked at this answer, you had said that you needed space.
For one horrible second, he thinks about ignoring your request and ordering his way into the room. But he knows that would just make you angry.
âVery well,â he says with a sigh.
âIâm sorry,â Brigitta says again.
âDonât be. Can I request a favor?â
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Alicent Hightower X Prostitute!Reader: Secret touches
Warnings: smut, oral ( f receiving), face sitting, Alicent being kind off inexperienced, female anatomy, female reader, no use of y/n, Crispy Cole makes an appearance (a brief one), nipple play, cum eating.
Word count: 2K
Youâre not used to being in the Castle. In reality this was your first time stepping into these halls. You tug at the neckline of your dress. You arenât used to being so covered. Being a worker in the street of silk meant you often found yourself with as minimal clothes as possible. After so many years youâd grown used to being bare most of the time. But you couldnât walk in such a sacred space with such little clothing so youâd opted for a dress that covered you better.Â
You trailed behind the guard in silence, eyes taking in your surroundings. You wondered why youâd been called here. Youâd lain with the Targeryens before but always outside of the castle walls. That's the way it was supposed to be. The royals prided themselves in being discreet about these things. Or at least they thought they were being discreet about it but in reality everyone knew of their trips to the street of silk.Â
The guard stopped in front of a door, knocking on it. You waited for a moment before a voice rang through the hall.
âEnter.â
You recognized the voice instantly. Alicent Hightower was behind that door. Your eyes widened a bit at the realization. For some reason youâd expected to have been called over by one of the men of the castle. But the longer you thought about it the more it made sense that Alicent has been the one to request you. She was probably after secrets her children kept from her. And who better to answer her questions than someone like you who dealt with secrets on the daily.Â
You walked into the room, eye scanning the place until your eyes fell on Alicents red hair. You heard the door close behind you, telling your the guard had left. Alicent turned to face you, her eyes looking you up and down.Â
âYour Grace.â
You gave a small bow, knowing it was better to be formal than to suffer the consequences. Alicent walked around the room, nervously picking at her hands. You stayed still, awaiting any command from her.Â
âYou work in the street of silk.â
âYes, your grace.â
âSo youâve been with men.â
âYes, Your Grace. Many men have come for my services.â
Silence filled the room for a moment as Alicent thought of how to make this next question not so obvious.
âWhat about women?â
Your brows furrowed for a moment, trying to understand why Alicent would ask something like that. But then she turned around to face you and you caught onto the look on her face, understanding immediately. You gave her a small smirk, eyes switching to a more sultry gaze.
âYes, I've pleasured women before, Your Grace.â
You could see the way Alicents breath hitched a bit at your words. The action pleased you greatly. You always adored the effect you had on people. Especially important people. Alicent stared at you for a moment, trying to decide if she was really going to do this. You were already here, it would be a waste not to.
âTake your clothes off.â
You smiled at Alicent, hands moving to remove your dress. It took you a bit longer than it usually did because of all the layers that made up your dress. Once you had finally managed to remove the layers you let them pool on the ground. You stepped out of the pile, standing before Alicent fully nude. You watched Alicent take in the sight of you.
âDo I please you, Your Grace?â
Alicents throat went dry at the question. Words seemed to get stuck in her throat, not allowing her to answer you verbally. Instead she nodded her head at you, her hand moving to grip at her dress. You caught onto the action, beginning to move towards her.
âWould you like me to help you get undressed?â
Alicent looked startled for a moment and you couldnât help but think youâd misunderstood her intentions with you. But before you could dwell on the thought for too long Alicent managed to open her mouth.
âYes.â
The words came out in a breathy whisper, making it clear the effect your naked body had on her. You moved forward, closing the gap between the two of you. Alicent turned around so that you could unlace her dress. Your hand moved over her skin gently, causing goosebumps to appear on her arms. As her skin was revealed to you you leaned down to kiss it. The action caused Alicent to close her eyes and suck in a breath. You could feel the tense way her body shifted.
âHave you been with a woman before, Your Grace?â
âNo.â
âDonât worry, I'll be very gentle.â
Remarkably your words seemed to calm her a bit, her shoulders relaxing against your touch. Once youâd removed her clothing completely you took a step back. Alicent felt you retreat from her, her head moving to the side so she could look at you. She seemed a bit shy,a blush coating her cheeks as she felt you stare at her.
âMay I see you, Your Grace?â
âAre you not already?â
You gave her a small smile.
âI mean I wish to gaze at your eyes as I look at you.â
You wanted her to turn to face you but you could tell she was still in new territory and that started her.
âDonât worry. Itâs nothing I haven't seen before.â
Your words seemed to remind Alicent that this was just a job to you. There was nothing happening here that youâd consider wrong. You would not judge her, just as she did not judge you. That thought calmed her, allowing her to step into her more confident self. She turned to face, proudly displaying her body to you. Your eyes lingered on her frame, moving over her body as you took in her beauty. You moved forward once again, your hand resting on Alicents waist. She watched you sink onto your knees before her, your head tilted up so you could gaze at her.
âYouâre stunning, Your Grace.â
Alicent gasped as you placed a kiss on her stomach. You wound your hands around her, your tongue moving over her skin. You rose your body slowly, kissing the valley of her breasts before moving to take her breast in your mouth. Alicents hand moved to grab onto your head as you sucked on her breast, your tongue circling around her nipple. You felt her body fall back a bit as your hands moved to caress her body. Alicent grabbed onto the dresser behind her to steady herself. Youâd barely even touched her and she was already having a hard time standing. You noticed this, causing you to unlatch your lips from her chest.
âWould you like to lay down, Your Grace?â
âThat might be best.â
You moved away from her making your way to the bed. Alicent watched you climb onto the bed and settle down. She eyes you curiously, not understanding what you were doing.Â
âCome take a seat.â
She did as you asked, climbing onto the bed and moving to sit next to you. She gazed at your relaxed frame for a moment before looking at your face. You had a smile plastered on your face.
âHave I done something amusing?â
âYou could say that.â
âWell whats so funny?â
âWhen i asked you to sit i didnât mean on the bed.â
Where else would you want her toâŠ
Oh. Oh.
Alicents eyes widened as she understood. Her face turned a deep shade of red and all you could do was keep smiling up at her. It took her a moment to gather herself. Once she did she looked at you.
âIâve never done it that way before.â
âFirst time for everything isnât there?â
She supposed you were right. A year ago she would have never imagined herself doing something like this, yet here she was. Alicent climbed onto your chest, her legs resting on either side of you. She looked down at you for guidance. You placed your hands on her thighs, holding onto her. She lifted her body a bit, inching herself up until her nose was close to touching the wall. You tugged her down onto your face.
The moment Alicent felt your tongue on her she couldnât help but moan. You lapped at her pussy with great expertise, tongue moving in a manner that brought Alicent great pleasure. She grabbed onto the headboard, resting her forehead on the wall as she took in small breaths. She was trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing there were guards outside, but you weren't making it easy on her. Her body moved forwards on its own, hips humping against you. The motion caused your nose to rub against her clit perfectly and in a couple minutes she was reaching her orgasm.Â
Alicent's cum coated your face as she reached her high. Her body sagged slightly against you. You continued lapping up her juices until she winced and placed her hand on your head to stop you. Slowly she moved off your face. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to regain your normal breathing.
Alicent watched you with dazed eyes. Before she could totally understand what she was doing, her body began leaning down. You felt Alicent's lips come in contact with yours in a sweet kiss. You let her take control of the kiss, not wanting to overstep and upset her. She broke away from you, licking her lips to clean off the cum that had caught onto her skin.Â
You watched her get off the bed, wobbly legs making their way towards the place her clothes were on the floor. You pushed yourself up, inching yourself off the bed as well. You made your way to Alicent, your arms wrapping around her waist. You felt her let out a breath as she felt your body on hers.
âDid I please you?â
âVery much.â
âIâm glad. Want help with your clothes?â
âYes.â
You helped Alicent get dressed, making sure she looked as put together as possible. Once she was decent you moved to dress yourself. To your surprise Alicent made her way over to you. You felt her hands move against your bare skin for a moment before she leaned down to place a kiss to your shoulder. She helped you tug on your clothes. When she finished you turned to face her. She looked at you in silence, almost as if she was trying to commit your face to memory. You gave her a smile, bowing slightly before knocking on the door. The guard opened the door, his eyes catching on Alicent before looking at you.
âSer Criston please make sure she is escorted back to the streets safely.â
The guard nodded at Alicent, moving out of your way so that you could exit. The two of you walked in silence until you reached the castle gate.
âI can make it back to town on my own.â
âYour Grace told me to company-â
âTrust me, I'm doing you a favor. My place of work is not suited for a man such as yourself.â
You gestured to his white cloak with your head. He understood your words immediately, eyes widening a bit at the implication. You merely smiled at him and turned to go on your way.
âMy lady!â
You turned back to look at him.
âYes?â
âWhat did Your Grace require of you?â
You gave him a small laugh.
âThat's for me to know and for you to be curious about.â
You could sense the small disappointment in Cristons face.
âIf you truly need to know, perhaps you should ask Alicent. Iâm sure there will be no consequences.â
He could tell you were being coy so he opted to not give you an answer. He watched you turn around again and make your way out of the castle. Once you were far enough down the path towards the town Criston turned around and made his way back to Alicents quarters. He knocked on the door and waited for Alicents command for him to come in. When she gave it he opened the door, closing it behind him. His eyes found Alicents frame.
âWell? Did she say anything?â
âNot a word, Your Grace.â
âGood.â
Alicent gazed out the window, a small smile making its way to her face. Youâd kept your exchange a secret, proving your loyalty to her. Sheâd have to keep you around. There were still many things she wanted you to teach her.Â
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My dearest friend and enemy (2)
PART 2 | Fernando Alonso x Reader
Summary: You and Fernando always dreamed of the day you'd get into Formula 1. Unfortunately, the competition, the pride and the stubborness, get in the way of a beautiful friendship.
Word count: 7.1k
Tags: female!reader, driver reader, coming of age, ups and downs of a friendship, brocedes coded, very very angsty, cursing, anger, fights, overuse of flavio briatore as a plot device, lots of low blows, sprinkles of romance, kissing, making out, happy ending, not beta read
Relationship: Fernando Alonso x Reader
Note: Someone requested this, with this very detailed request, and it has consumed my every thought for the past week or two. I had to tweak some things from the request here and there, hope it's ok. It's heavily inspired by brocedes. (There is a lot of info that is wrong or inaccurate, I did this on purpose to fit my narrative, if you catch them, please ignore)
I was wondering doing a bonus part about Fernando POV throughout everything (to show he was ALSO miserable), but I don't know if i have the time and energy for it. Let me know if you guys would be interested in it and I'll do it in headcanons/topics.
I'm sorry if it feels rushed, this was taking way too long and I just wanted to follow my heart. Feedback and opinions are appreciated xx
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PART 1 | FERNANDO'S HEADCANONS
You were moping and crying in the living room when the phone started ringing. Looking at the little screen that showed the number that was calling, you knew it was Fernando. You had memorized his number at some point in your lifetime. Your parents werenât home, so you hesitated. You took so long that his call went to voicemail.
âI know youâre there,â he said, voice sounding tired, low and inpatient, âplease pick up the-â
You pulled the phone cable, unplugging the call and silencing him. Wiping your tears, you stared at the unplugged phone on the little side table for what felt like hours, until your parents returned from work, when you got up to plug the phone back and pretend like you didnât spend the whole day mourning a friendship you always thought would last forever.
After two days ignoring all calls, even Flavioâs, you decided that youâd shield yourself from now on, and you wouldnât give Fernando any more ammo to hurt you. You met with Flavio at the next race, face heavy with makeup to cover up the sleepless nights you had gone through. You put your bag down and stared at Flavio across the table.
âGood morning. Letâs go back to work,â you said, gently pulling the stack of papers from his grasp. He called your name in that tone, of someone wanting a heart to heart.
âWe should talk about the f-â He started but you cut him off.
âNo, I donât want to talk about that,â you said.
âI talked to Fernando and he-â
âI said, I donât want to talk about it. Heâs dead to me.â You repeated slowly, finally looking up at him. Flavio mustâve seen something in your eyes because he let the topic go.
You didnât see Fernando for two more days, and when the weekend officially started, you avoided him like the plague. Even when you two were in the same place with other drivers, youâd ignore his existence for the most part. Whenever you were in a little circle chatting with other drivers and he arrived, youâd leave immediately. Press conference, you convinced Jenson to switch places with you so you could be as far from Fernando as possible. Even with team debriefs, with Flavio trying to make you talk to Fernando, you refused.
The rest of the season was insane, during team meetings and debriefs you were cold and barely talked to him. He didnât try to talk to you either, and the silent distance only grew.
You were head to head in a race, you were P2 and Fernando P3 right behind you.
âSwitch with Fernando,â your engineer said on the radio.
âHe wonât fucking pass me,â you said into the radio, holding your position and pace. He was less than a second behind, and you refused to let him pass.
âI repeat, let him pass,â That was Flavio.
âIf he manages to overtake me, he can go.â
He didnât. You knew you had more pace, but still he insisted, and through the mirrors, you could see him closing in behind you. He tried to overtake but you pushed the car fast, and when he couldnât anymore, he turned into you, touching his front right tyre to your rear left tyre. You were too fast. The mere touch of his tyre bursted yours. You couldnât even get angry as you lost control of the car in a millisecond, the speed making your car fly into the air as it hit the gravel. With your car overturning a few times in the air, you watched your sight going ground, sky, ground, sky, ground, sky.
Then you blacked out.
When you woke up, you were on a stretcher being placed carefully inside the ambulance, you tried to get up, dizzy and someone handed you a bag where you threw up inside.
You had an insane headache as they took you to the medical center. Apparently, everything else was alright as you checked your own body for any injuries or problems. The doctor checked you but still made you through a round of tests and injected saline solution diluted with pain medicine in an IV drip. They also decided youâd stay overnight to make sure nothing was wrong.Â
Your dad, who was watching from the garage, was the first to find you in the medical center, visibly worried and crying. He hugged you for a whole minute, before taking a step back and touching your face to make sure you were really alright.
âIâm ok, PapĂĄ. Just passed out when the car was spinning in the air,â You smiled softly, wanting to dissipate his worry.
âWhen you didnât answer the radio-â He choked back tears.
âItâs ok, Iâm ok now.â
âWhat are you feeling, darling?â He pressed, holding your hands to look for injuries in your arms.
âIâm all in one piece, PapĂĄ. Just a little sore, but thatâs normal whenever a racing driver crashes,â you let him know, and he nodded.
âLet me just call your mother. She was so worried she wanted to get into the first flight here,â He told you.
âTell her Iâm alright and I love her,â you whispered and he nodded, going outside.
You sighed as you were left alone, trying to find a comfortable position where you didnât have to move too much, since your whole body felt like it had been run over by a truck. The door opened and you thought it was Flavio, but you were faced with Fernando, still sweaty and in his overalls. He looked disheveled, but he was full of worry, even his eyes looked a little misty as he stood there a few meters from you.
But you couldnât look past the anger when the memory of him diving into your car came back. He had gambled with your life, out of pettiness, out of envy, he couldnât pass you, so he decided the next best thing was to take you out, not even caring about the danger he was putting you through.
âLeave.â You said, with gritted teeth.
âPlease,â he begged with his voice softer than you had heard for almost a year, âlet me just-â
âLeave! You couldâve gotten me killed, Fernando. Get out!â You said, louder. âDo you have any idea that you could have ruined my life in a moment of anger?! That you could have gotten me seriously injured or worse?! I would have never done that to you!â You pressed your index finger to the nurse button repeatedly, and a few seconds later, a nurse came in, âMaâam can you escort him out please?â
You could see in his eyes that he was hurt by your words, but in that moment, all you felt was blind rage, for what he did the last time you spoke and because he crashed into you on purpose. You didnât want to hear any excuses now that he realized he put your life in danger just because his ego couldnât take a hit.
The next day, after you were discharged, you traveled for a meeting with Flavio at Renaultâs headquarters. He met you alone in the meeting room, talking to you about the accident, and after making sure you were physically fine, he went off.
âWhat you did yesterday was reckless and you went against express orders from the team and from me. This is not happening again, or you will be risking your seat at Renault,â He said, his voice never leaving room for debate, you swallowed and nodded, âWhen the team orders you to do something, you do. No questioning, and no going against it. Understood?â
âYes, sir.â
âFernando was really worried about you yes-â
âI donât want to talk about him.â You cut Flavio off.
âYou two are best friends, itâs really sad to see you lose all that because of Formula 1â Flavio said, gently.
âHe put my life at risk, Flavio. This is not something a friend would do,â you stood up, walking away but you stopped by the door, âKinda curious how motorsports, the very thing that brought us together, is the same that tore us apart.â
Then you went to meet the engineers for the next race strategies.Â
That night as you laid down at home, you thought that youâd never compete with Fernando solely because he was Flavioâs favorite. If it ever came to Flavio to decide whether you would win or Fernando would win, heâd always pick Fernando. You couldâve been fighting for the championship this year, he had promised you, instead you were being used as a step in Fernandoâs path of glory, when you could be fairly racing him for the championship. Youâd always come second to him there. That was also the moment you stopped seeing Flavio as a friend, and confined him back to a position of Team Principal.
You reread the Sauber proposal that came to you that year to start racing for them the next season, tempted to just go and make your name somewhere else. Somewhere where youâd be put first.
But deep down, a sense of indebtedness had rooted into your heart ever since the day Fernando told you the truth. You had to pay Flavio back for his trust and for his money, and the only way you thought you could do it was by becoming world champion under his team.
There was still a little kid inside you, a little kid who aspired to prove Fernando wrong, to become a champion and prove to yourself youâre more than him. More than who he wanted you to be, more than a loser.
You turned down the offer from Sauber.
The rest of the season you went almost robotically. You still gave your all every race, but your mood would always damper when you had to follow team orders.
âAsk if me and Fernando can switch, Iâm faster!â You said on the radio. You kept driving, Fernando a little less than two seconds in front of you, but you were getting closer and would catch up to him in two laps.
âNegative, protect his position.â
âThereâs a McLaren right behind me! Theyâll pass us both!â
âNegative, team orders.â
You swallowed and held your position, trying to maintain your P2 and Fernando P1. But when the McLaren got close to you, they managed to pass you after a brief battle, going for Fernando a couple of laps later.
Later, you stood on the podium, looking ahead knowing that P3 couldâve been a P1 if they had let you fight for it. You didnât look at Fernando on the other side of the podium, you just stood there, eyes watery. You pretended to take part throwing champagne for a few seconds, forcing a smile knowing that it would look bad not to.
The post race interviews were torture, and you wanted to go home and vent to your parents.
âHow has it been to manage your friendship with Fernando outside the track?â A reporter asked, and your smile disappeared from your face.
âWe were never really friends,â you shrugged, annoyed, you added âAre there any questions about racing instead of my personal life?â The reporter was silent, visibly taken aback by your responses, you had rarely been hostile toward a journalist before, you knew he would have a field day with just those replies, especially when your PR manager gave you a hard stare, âNo? Thank you, see you around.â
You finished P2 in the race Fernando became champion for the second time. When you got out of the car, you watched as Flavio and Fernando hugged, jumping from the ground and celebrating. The number one and your team principal. After the podium ceremony, you didnât bother to stay to spray champagne, just leaving and going straight out.
You got a couple more proposals from other teams, and you were tempted, until Flavio told you Fernando was leaving for McLaren the next year and offered you an extension. You took it under the condition to become the number one driver now that Fernando was out of the picture.
A part of you mourned the death of the dream, the one you had at fourteen to become teammates with your best friend. So many things had happened in between everything, now you would miss it. Only the good, not the bad and ugly. You wish you could go back in time, redo everything, and never allow yourself to lose your best friend on the way.
The next year you ended up striking an unexpected friendship with Jenson Button, Nico Rosberg and eventually the two rookies Lewis and Sebastian, who had been very vocal about being fans of yours.
You didnât go back to talking with Fernando. You didnât try and he didnât either. It felt like the bridges were too far burned to recover.
One day as you walked out of the garage, you saw Fernando with a girl on the opposite side. She was clinging to his side, whispering. You knew he had his fair share of fun with grid girls but he never invited them to watch the race from his garage. You wondered if he was dating again, after a couple of years being nothing more than a player. You also wonder why it made a pang of pain flare through your chest.
You donât linger too much. He had no reason to tell you. You werenât even friends anymore.
You moved on, as much as you could. And eventually, you met Kaka, or Ricardo, as you preferred calling him. He was a footballer, a big name in the sport, playing for a big team in Italy. You actually met him at a gala party, the both of you being silly introverts, bumping into each other when trying to find a way out. You two ended up talking for hours on the balcony, watching the city lights.
He reminded you of Nano before Formula 1.
And you actually wanted to smash your own head against the handrail as you thought that.
After exchanging numbers and calling a couple of times, you managed to convince Ricardo to come to a Grand Prix. His presence was calm, funny without being mean, and so gentle. It was actually the calm between the storm your life and job was.
You were pacing around outside the motorhomes to try and see if he had arrived yet, since the last you had talked to him was when he was on his way. While waiting, your eyes found Fernandoâs on the opposite side in front of McLaren, he was sitting down with his girlfriend telling him something. You stared at him for a whole minute, and for a brief moment, the anger left his eyes for something softer, something like-
âHi, minha linda!â Ricardo showed up out of nowhere, and he hugged you so tight he actually swiped you off your feet.
Once the surprise passed, you hugged him back, your fingers finding their way through his hair. And he laughed, spinning you before putting you down. You talked for a bit, your face lit up as he told you about his day.
Your eyes unconsciously turned to Fernando, because you could feel that he had been staring at you for as long as Ricardo was there. His face was back to anger.
âYou want me to give you the grand tour?â You offered, just so you could escape the weight of Fernandoâs glare.
You took Ricardo by the hand and showed him all around, even introducing him to part of your team. After that race when you placed third, Ricardo invited you to a date, the first official one. After a couple of months and a few kisses, he asked you to be his girlfriend. You only hesitated for a second before smiling and squealing a yes.
Being the main driver of your team allowed you to live an entirely different season as a racer. You didnât want to be arrogant, but you had it in the bag. You had the best car, the best engines, and just the perfect amount of boldness. Add insane strategies, and you were unstoppable.
Despite Fernando being your close rival on track, he was way too busy beefing with Lewis, his surprisingly great rookie teammate.
During summer break that year, you were on a trip to Brazil with Ricardo, but still, the night of July 29th, you got up at two a.m., slowly went to the fridge, where you got an ice cream pint. With a spoon, you sat on the handrail in the balcony, and watched the waves breaking on the beach a few meters away.
It was weird keeping the ice cream tradition alone, but you supposed it was even weirder not keeping the tradition. Staring at the stars, you wondered if Fernando had any ice cream to celebrate his birthday that day.
âHi,â you heard Ricardo behind you, his hands sneaking around your middle and he hugged you from behind, laying his head against your shoulder, âeverything ok?â
âYeah, just wanted a little treat,â you mumbled, closing the lid on the ice cream, because a selfish part of you didnât want to share the tradition with anyone other than Fernando. It was silly and stupid, and still⊠you couldnât bring yourself to do it. You put the ice cream back in the freezer and smiled at Ricardo as he pulled you into his arms and carried you back to bed.
You came back from summer break with a renewed sense of focus. Deep down you knew that was your season. Your season to become world champion, and nothing was going to get in the way of that. As you won the first two races after summer, you became first in the standings, this sense of purpose being the one thing motivating you every weekend to give your best.
It was Interlagos that year when you needed only a podium to become World Champion, pretty much the same as Fernando two years before. The race was tough, and it felt like Fernando was out to get you, especially in a moment right in the middle of the race, when you were behind him in P3 and he tried to brake test you again, but this time you were quick to react, avoiding his rear and using his own dirty trick against him, turning sharply to overtake him from outer side, moving past him fast enough to gain some precious couple of seconds.
After that, you managed to smoothly overtake the P1 with a carefully planned pit stop that allowed you to come out first. Later on, you saw a crash, nothing too bad, but you found out it was Fernando and Webber.
âAre they ok?â You asked via radio to your engineer.
âYes, they are already back on the pitlane.â
You sighed and focused back to your race, keeping your P1 safe, and going smoothly to take the checkered flag.
âCongratulations, Y/N! Youâre a Formula One World Champion!â
You felt the tears coming down and dampening your balaclava, as you took one last lap to parc ferme, waving at the crowd that went insane.
It was like a huge weight was lifted from your chest. Because you were now world champion. You were there, and you deserved to be there, among the best. You didnât need to prove yourself anymore, and you had finally paid Flavio back.
You jumped out of the car straight into your team, jumping with them, and Flavio ran up to you, pulling you into a tight hug. Jenson also found you and hugged you firmly, patting your back and Nico also hugged you, both of them were on the podium with you.
As you looked down from the podium, with a watery, emotional smile, you saw your dad crying like a baby and clapping his hands. Unconsciously, your eyes looked for Fernando, silly hoping it mattered something to him, that at least in the name of your former friendship, he would be there, but he was nowhere to be seen, and you felt like that was another nail in the coffin of your friendship.
Deciding to forget it, you drank champagne straight from the bottle, laughing as both Nico and Jenson paired up to drown you in champagne, looking happy for you.
After talking to your mom on the phone, you stood up, taking your bag and going out to look for your dad. You didnât make it very far, as you came out in the hallway, you found Fernando, leaning against the wall. You paused, looking up to him while your heartbeat went up.
âIâm happy for you,â he whispered. And you wanted to believe it really badly, but thinking about him brake testing you during the race, trying to take you out, made you roll your eyes at him.
âSure, you are,â you said sarcastically. He shook his head and clicked his tongue, like he was disappointed you didnât believe him, âmy debt is over now.â
âWhat?â He frowned, confused.
âI just paid Flavio for his investment,â you explained, âIâm not just here because you asked him to support me, Iâm a damn great driver. Iâm here because I deserve it, not because you took me out of pity.â
Fernando stared at you completely shocked at your words, something painful stabbing at his chest. He never thought youâd think like that over disgusting words he said in a moment of anger. Words that never meant anything to him, that he didnât even believe in himself. The hurt in your eyes was the same from the day he said the words, when you cried looking into his eyes and telling him he was dead to you.
You walked past him and away. He wanted to shout that he never meant those words, that you were so much more, so much better. But you just left. Fernando followed you outside, trying to catch you and explain himself, maybe fix things between you, making peace.
But as he got outside, he paused, seeing you jumping in your boyfriendâs arms, laughing at something he whispered to you. Fernando swallowed, closing his fist and jealousy burned through his limbs, with such force that it felt like a fever.
Right after the Brazilian Grand Prix, Ferrari got in touch with you, offering a two year contract to become teammates with Kimi Raikkonen and drive for what was one of, if not the most classic team in Formula 1. After negotiations, it was a no brainer. You didnât owe Renault anything any more. And thatâs what propelled you to meet with Flavio that winter break in a cafeteria in Monaco. When you had called, he said he wanted to talk to you about something, which was convenient.
After pleasantries and small talk, you were ready to start, but Flavio cut you off without noticing.
âI have to tell you something,â he started, carefully, âFernando is coming back to Renault next year.â
You froze for a second, not wanting to think too much about the implications of that. The fact that Flavio was willing to force you and Fernando to be teammates again even after the catastrophic ending you had before. Sighing, you covered your face for a second.
âI know you have reservations, but Iâve talked with Fernando and heâs willing to-â
âIâm going to Ferrari.â
And Flavio understood, after talking for a while. He knew Ferrari was most drivers' ultimate dream, and you werenât immune to that either. Unfortunately for you, Fernando released the news he was going back to Renault a week before Ferrari announced you, and the media had a field day with that, tabloids and media outlets doing numbers of articles about you avoiding being teammates with Fernando again, since he was coming back and you were conveniently leaving almost at the same time.
Your races with Fernando kept being dangerous, one always trying to one up the other, dangerous moves and overtakes, close calls of crashing into each other, and more and more jabs publicly. The attacks at each other never stopped, and the media seemed to enjoy it, feeding into it ever so often.
One occasion, you were going for a win, and the only thing between you and that damn P1 was Fernando Alonso. So you kept your P2, biding your time as you tried to close the gap, leaving your chance at overtaking for the last few laps. When a fast turn came, you advanced, overtaking him, Fernando tried to defend his position, but you were getting the lead, and both of you were in high speed. Someone had to back out, otherwise you two would crash. But you were feeding off of anger and hurt, and you didnât back down well into the turn, but suddenly, Fernando slowed down, giving up defending. You took the P1 and after a few laps, the checkered flag. You knew on the podium that Fernando was seething, his face didnât hide that. Later, at an interview, someone brought up the dirty move.
âSo, a very dangerous move at turn 2 during lap 47, no?â The reporter asked, trying to get a reaction out of you.
âI thought it was a pretty common battle, no?â You said, a condescending tone imitating him.
âWell, it couldâve caused you both to crash.â
âI took a risk, either I would pass and win, or we would both crash and DNF. Alonso was wise and went for the safest option.â I gave the reporter a fake smile.
You knew that answer would piss Fernando off, and a part of you knew he deserved it. Sometimes you acted on pure rage and pettiness, feral and way more aggressive against Fernando on track than you really needed to be. But he just pissed you off. Walking around with his model girlfriend, his attacks at your racing abilities, his pretty eyes that always seemed to find yours at the most inconvenient times.
Then, the race weekend would end, and everything that was left was shame. Your burning shame every time your momâs eyes shone when she asked about Fernando, hoping you two would have made peace. You, looking away from her face every time you told her you knew nothing about Alonso because you didnât want to see the disappointment in her eyes.
Later that year, after your two year anniversary with Ricardo, you accidentally found a ring box in his suitcase. A proposal ring, a beautiful big diamond ring, probably worth a small fortune. And you tried to feel happy about it, but you could only find dread in your heart. Despite loving Ricardo, you knew you didnât love him as much as you could. And certainly not as much as she loved you. You didnât love him as much as you loved-
Closing your eyes, you also closed your heart, and after that just like the coward you were, you broke up with Ricardo the kindest way you could. He was confused, because your relationship was tranquil, without many problems. It broke your heart to break his heart, but you couldnât lead him on, you knew Ricardo was husband material, and the earlier you let him go, the earlier he would find his true happiness.
Ultimately, you decided to only pursue love after your Formula One career. Having a bit of fun here and there, and a couple of casual relationships even with other drivers, but nothing serious or public. When you found out Fernando was single again, a flicker of hope sparked in your chest, but when you saw him go back to his playboy ways⊠It died down.
Sometimes you would dream of a different life, of one you never lost your best friend⊠or even better, one that you never had to suppress the love you felt for him. And sometimes it felt too much, like all this love was just filling up your hollow heart, filling up until it overflowed, until you felt like you were drowning in it, because there was nowhere for this love to go. And you wondered, what do I do with this love, there's no one to give it to, there's no recipient to put it. So you would just ground your teeth and bear it, holding onto anger because that much love, that much longing did nothing but cause you pain.
Every time someone mentioned him outside race weeks, you felt ashamed.
Despite being in a top team like Ferrari, youâd only get a few wins, and some podiums here and there, so it wasnât like you didnât achieve anything. But you were a woman so it was obviously not enough, and the media started questioning your career and your place in Formula One.
After two years of you driving for Ferrari, Domenicalli, your team principal, sat you down to let you know Fernando Alonso would be joining the team the next year, and you bit the inside of your cheek, considering just retiring. The criticism was getting to you, and the perspective of living hell with Fernando as your teammate was a broken heart all over again.
When an opportunity arose to drive for Red Bull Racing, with a two year contract, you didnât think twice before accepting. It would be your chance to turn the tide in your career.
It sent the motorsport world into a frenzy when your new team announced you and a week later Ferrari announced Fernando as their future driver. The same narrative of you running away from him was passed ahead. And of course, it got to the paddock. Most drivers that were close to you actually congratulated you, but of course, nothing was ever good for Fernando. And despite not fully talking to him, he was always willing to throw a mean comment at you any given day.
âAnd people said youâre washedâ Fernando said right after the news broke, the second to last race of that season, his voice dripping with venom. You knew it was a backhanded compliment, he always did that when he wanted to get a rise out of you. He smirked, waiting for your feral clapback, as you always had one on the tip of your tongue.
But when he looked back at you, your face was stony, and you were looking ahead with your chin raised. You didnât even look at Fernando, nor answered his taunting. You pretended he wasnât there but he noticed your eyes were misty.
That had been a low blow, even for him. He didnât know shit about your feelings regarding your career, but he knew exactly how the world had been treating it, and it made you burn with shame that he could add insult to injury this easily. You wondered why he would say something like that if, just like you, it had been years since the last time he was champion of the world. Two years pushing yourself to the maximum so you could achieve your second championship.
Fernando had been your best friend for so long, he knew exactly what buttons to push when he wanted to hurt you.
When someone else arrived, greeting you, you cleared your throat briefly before answering and plastering a smile that never reached your eyes.
âAre you running away from me?â Fernando cornered you later that same day.
âWhat?â You paused.
âI went back to Renault and you left, now Iâm going to Ferrari and youâre leaving,â he shrugged. You scoffed.
âIâm not sure if you know, but my life doesnât revolve around you, Fernando.â
âWell, thatâs a weird coincidence, donât you think?â
âWhat do you want? Why are you here?â
Fernando paused for a second, his eyes searching yours, he looked vulnerable, open like he hadnât been in so long. He looked every bit your best friend from years before.
âI miss you, I-â He started, then cleared his throat.
âI miss the old you,â You swallowed a whole bunch of your pride just to be able to say those words.
âThings are different nowâŠâ Fernando started, his eyes full of hoping, of longing, âWe could- maybe we could-â
âFernando, weâre too far gone, what we said- what we didâŠâ You muttered, feeling a lump in your throat, âhow do one come back from that?â
âWe could restart. Try again-â
âYou lost me forever that day, Fernando.â You muttered, the tears holding on to your eyelashes. You didnât need to specify the day, he knew, he had seen in your eyes the moment he lost you, âI spent so long hearing your voice in my head, telling me I wasnât good enough, I shouldnât be here, and I- I hated you that day. And I had to hold onto this hate, because the alternative was overwhelming sadness.â
There was a numbing silence for a couple of minutes, as you stared down at your own feet, trying to stop all the feelings you spent years carefully locking away from breaking free. So much had happened, you believed you and Fernando were too far to recover now.
âIâm a woman here, the first and only woman in so long, and the whole world was against me. You have no idea how it felt that my best friend, the person I trusted the most, was also against me,â You shook your head, feeling the tears drop.
âIâm sorry, Nena⊠Iâve never- Iâve never meant any of that.â He muttered, and you didnât look at him to see if he was being genuine. You had formed walls around your heart to protect yourself from heartbreak, and you now had a hard time believing him.
âThere are some things⊠that are not meant to be.â You didnât look back at Fernando after you said that, choosing to walk away with this broken heart feeling ever present.
It was hard to keep going everyday. You had always faced backlash for being a woman in Formula 1, and you were used to it. But the media took a turn over the next few years. When you didnât win more championships, when years passed and you were still there, along with other champions and future champions. They started to call you old, washed, telling you to retire and placing bets on when youâd lose your seat. It was baffling because it had been six years since your championship, but it had been seven years since Fernandoâs, but still, you were the only one whose spot was questioned all the time. It was unfair, and whenever they came up to you talking about it, youâd ask them if theyâd ask the same to older drivers or other champions. They would leave you alone for a week and then come back stronger, ready to throw your whole career under the bus.
Finally, you got another chance at the championship in 2013, after an unbelievable start of the season with five consecutive wins. That had put you first in the standings for the championship, and from there on, your team molded the season around you. Smooth sailing through the season, you became world champion in Suzuka, way too far ahead in the championship to anyone be able to catch up to you.
When you stood on the podium that night, you cried happy tears. You had once again proved wrong years of demerit from the world. As you looked down to search for your family, your eyes found Fernando right beside them, a proud, emotional look on his face as he kept a hand over his heart, listening to your national anthem.
He nodded at you with a small smile, and a part of you healed a little bit.
You enjoyed a couple of days of pure bliss after becoming world champion. Parties, celebrations and trips, they were all you did for the next few weeks.
When the FIA Prize Giving ceremony came, you had another bombshell to drop at the world. You were the most stunning you ever felt that year when you arrived at the ceremony, in a beautiful dark blue dress with little crystals all over the bodice, a beautiful hairstyle and even more beautiful makeup. Never in your entire career in Formula 1, you had felt so fulfilled, so happy.
Hearing your name being called as the winner, the number one, was different this time, and had much more weight, and it made your heart burst with happiness. As you walked up the stairs to the stage, receiving your trophy, you stopped by the mic.
âThank you so much. Iâd like to thank my family for supporting me from the beginning, my team for making the perfect season, and the perfect car for me to be able to achieve this. Iâd like to thank all my teammates that, in one way or another, taught me some valuable lessons as a racer. Thanks to Flavio for taking a chance on my career when probably no one else would.â You said, with a smile. You took a good look around, all the people in this sport who made Formula 1 the most important category of motorsport, all your peers, all the teams. âIâm announcing my retirement from Formula 1, as of right now.â
There was a wave of shock and loud gasps in the whole room, flashes and flashes bulbing harder than before, journalists scrambling to take notes⊠But you kept smiling, hand firm around your trophy as you let the news settle down before speaking again.
âIn 2007 I wanted to pay Flavio back for giving me the opportunity to be here today. That debt was paid that same year. After that year I wanted to win for myself, to write my name in the history books, and my dream is now realized. I feel like I should move on and make space for new upcoming talents.â Your eyes were wet with unshed tears, but you smiled, the first genuine smile in a few years.
Fernando felt his heart drop at your words. Things werenât supposed to go like this, you two should be best friends, drive together, retire together. Go down in history together.
âIâm grateful for everything this sport provided me, the adventures, traveling around the world, the people I met and the people I lost,â there was a calm pause, and Fernando wondered if you were talking about him too, âNow itâs time to go and achieve new dreams. Thank you very much.â
You turned around and walked away under the applause.
Later, after the ceremony was done, you were getting ready to leave when Fernando came to find you. He was dressed in a beautiful suit, looking like a million dollar man.
âNenaâŠâ
It made you pause. It had been a while since he called you like that with that specific tone.Â
âWhat? Came here to gloat?â You couldnât help but be defensive, worried.
âWhat?â
âI knew youâd be one of the happiest when I retired.â
âNo, I would not-â
âYou would, Fernando. You did. Many times you said I was done, that my prime was over, that I should retireâŠâÂ
âI never thought youâd easily give up!â He shouted at you, âLike you did in 2006, not competing against me.â
âThatâs because they didnât let me compete! Do you think I couldnât have competed with you back in â06? I could, but every time, they would tell me to back off, to let you pass, to not fight you, to not overtake you-â You threw at his face, because you wouldnât stand there and let him look down on you like that. You refused to back down now that you were finally free. âPat threatened my seat if disobeyed team orders.â
âWhat?! Why did you never tell me that?â Fernando looked shocked. His fighting stance was completely gone now.
âYou were going to be World Champion again. I would never take that from you,â You whispered, voice failing.
âNenaâŠâ He said, like he wanted to drop everything. âPlease, donât leave. If Red Bull donât want you, you can find another spot with another team, we can think of something.â
âFernando, Iâm not leaving because the team doesn't want me. In fact, they offered me a 3 year extension.â
âThatâs not how it was supposed to go, remember? We planned that-â His voice was kinder than it had been to you in many years, âWe would go down in history together. Win together, retire together.â
âWhen push comes to shove, only one wins⊠We learned that the hard way.â I say, with a sad smile, âLife doesnât always go as planned. And I got everything I could ever want from Formula 1. Now itâs time for new stuff.â
âWhat new stuff?â
âI want to have a family, Fernando. People donât stick around long for this lifestyle, you know that-â You shook your head.
With one last look at Fernando, your eyes watered, and you walked away.
Sitting on the porch, you looked up at the sky, thinking of whatâs next for you. It had been months since you announced your retirement from Formula 1. The new season had already begun. It was your birthday, a refreshing new one.
You heard steps coming closer and your heartbeat sped up as you saw Fernando walking up to you. He sat down by your side, holding a pint of ice cream and two spoons. He handed one to you and in silence, you started eating ice cream.
âIâve been looking for you,â he said after a few minutes of silence.
âWas it hard to find me?â You asked, with a tentative smile.
âIt only took me my whole life to find you againâŠâ He said, wistfully, his eyes shining under moonlight and you didnât know if those were unshed tears or not, âmy best friend, my nena, my girlâŠâ
âIâve always been here. Right here.â You said, eyes watering. You werenât sure you could explain what that here meant, but somehow you knew he would understand.
Fernando took your hand, gently placing it on his chest, right above his heart.
âRight here,â he whispered, pressing his hand above yours, over his beating heart, âyou were always here.â
Then, he kissed you. For the first time in more than a decade, for what felt like the first time for both of you. As his other hand pulled you closer, the kiss deepened, like a prayer and a promise. Both of you knew there was a lot of resentment to navigate through, and a lot of feelings youâd both have to unravel and understand. But there was one thing that was always there, through hate, anger and hurt⊠And it was love, unshaken, steadfast love.
As you broke apart, Fernando pulled you into him, hugging you tight for a few minutes, before pulling away to hold your face with both hands, his eyes looking into yours with so much devotion it melted everything away.
âWe will be alright.â
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