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little bitch - cs55

summary: yn piastri and carlos sainz absolutely hate each other. carlos thinks she’s immature, yn calls him a little bitch on social media. they also kiss every now and then. PART TWO

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"You didn't have to tweet that," Oscar said, giving you a look from his seat.

You were currently traveling from Belgium to Monaco in McLaren's private jet after the race weekend, and the main topic of the day was your little message to Carlos Sainz after his statement about your brother.

"Osc, he's being a petty bitch," you shrugged, "He keeps blaming you for what happened on the track and we all know it was his fault."

"Lando, can you help me out please?" Oscar looked at his teammate, who was immersed on his phone as a way to avoid the conversation.

"Oh no, don't put me in the middle of this," Lando shook his head, "I have enough PR issues myself."

"We know you're siding with your bestie anyways," you said, making him roll his eyes.

This dynamic was nothing new. Lando and Carlos Sainz were best friends, and so were Lando and you. The issue? You couldn't stand Carlos at all, and Lando was always in the middle of your bickering.

Oscar sighed, rubbing his temples as he glanced out of the window. "Look, I appreciate you standing up for me, but sometimes it's better to let things slide. Engaging with him on social media only adds fuel to the fire."

He had a point. Deep down you knew it, however, your were short tempered and protective towards your loved ones, so it was natural that you took the chance to come for Sainz's neck when he gave you a reason to.

"I get it, Osc. I just can't stand seeing him drag your name through the mud when you're not even at fault," you stressed, "You're my little brother, I'll always get protective, you know?"

"I know, and I appreciate you having my back," Oscar said, softening his tone. "But it's not worth it. Like you said, I'm not engaging with whatever he's saying so there's no point of starting stuff."

"He started it, I'm just finishing it," you shrugged, and Oscar gave you a pointed look, you were older than him, but he was definitely more mature than you. "Fine, I'll try to hold back next time," you sighed, leaning back in your seat.

Lando finally looked up from his phone, a smirk on his face. "See, that wasn't too hard, was it? Now, can we all be friends?"

"If that includes Sainz then no, we can't,"

You could never be friends with Carlos Sainz. That was literally impossible.

For starters, you were pretty sure he didn't even know your name, he was always too full of himself to even acknowledge those around him.

And lastly, he was a bitch to your brother on and off track.

"I just, I would really like for you two to get along," Lando said and you immediately rolled your eyes at his words, "You're both important to me, and it sucks being caught in the middle. Plus I don't even understand why do you dislike him so much."

You knew the real reason why you disliked him so much, you perfectly did. However, that was a subject that you decided to ignore every single time.

"Honestly? I find him arrogant. He always acts like he's the center of the universe. He never takes responsibility for his actions and always tries to shift the blame onto others. It's frustrating to watch."

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I get it, but you have to understand, Carlos is actually a good guy once you get to know him. He's passionate and competitive, sure, but he's also loyal and a great friend."

"I get that he's like your hero or something," you teased, "But it's not going to happen, Lando. I don't think I'll ever like Carlos, and I really wish you’d stop pushing the subject."

"Look, you don't have to be his best friend or something," Oscar intervened, "Just promise me you won't punch him when you see him in the paddock after the summer break."

"No promises."

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Going to Jimmy'z the last day of the summer break was a tradition among the drivers at this point.

You looked forward to it, for you, nothing could beat a night of loud music, drinks and friends. You thought that was the reason you got along with Lando and quickly became best friends.

“Ready to tear up the dance floor?” Lando shouted over the music, giving you smirk

“Always!” you replied, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the center of the action, Oscar and Lily being their introvert selves decided to stay at the table with some of your friends.

After a few songs, you returned to the table to catch your breath and order another round of drinks.

Oscar looked up from his conversation with Lily and smiled as you approached.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” you replied, taking a seat next to him. “You two should join us on the dance floor.”

Lily laughed softly. “Maybe later. Right now, we’re enjoying people-watching.”

“Suit yourselves,” you said, shrugging, "I'm going to the bar, does anyone want anything?"

Oscar shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm good."

"I'll have another gin and tonic," Lily said, giving you a warm smile.

"Got it," you replied, turning towards the bar.

As you made your way through the crowded club, you found an open spot at the bar and flagged down the bartender. As you waited for your drinks, you felt someone step up beside you. Glancing to your left, you saw the last person you wanted to run into tonight... or ever.

Carlos Sainz was standing there with what you called his "resting bitch face" and acting like he owned the place.

You knew chances of him being at Jimmy'z for the last day of the summer break were high and you had decided earlier that you were just going to ignore him for the night if you ever ran into him. After all, you were there to have fun, not to get into a confrontation. But you were known for being short-tempered, a stark contrast to your brother's laid-back demeanor.

When you heard Carlos order his drink without so much as a “please,” you couldn't help but call him out.

"Whiskey, neat," he ordered, his tone clipped and lacking any form of politeness, his Spanish accent that you found absolutely irritating coming through.

“A 'please' would be nice, you know,” you interjected.

Carlos turned to you, his brow furrowing. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you replied coolly. “It's not hard to be polite.”

"Do I know you?" Carlos stared at you for a moment before recognition dawned. “Oh you're Piastri's sister, aren't you?”

“That I am,” you confirmed, your tone equally cold.

“Figures," Carlos scoffed, shaking his head, "You’re the one who sent me that lovely message on Twitter.”

“You deserved every word,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Did I now?” Carlos leaned closer, his expression hardening. “You don't even know the whole story. You just assume I'm the bad guy because of Oscar."

“I know enough,” you shot back. “I know you never take responsibility for your actions. You always blame someone else.”

“And what about you?," Carlos’s jaw tightened, "Hiding behind your keyboard, throwing insults. That's real mature.”

“Someone had to say it,” you replied, refusing to back down. “You can't just go around acting like you're untouchable.”

“And you can't go around thinking you're some kind of vigilante,” Carlos retorted. “Can't your little brother handle things himself?.”

“Maybe if you weren't such a jerk, people wouldn't have to call you out,” you snapped, feeling your temper flare.

Carlos sighed, clearly frustrated. “Look, I don't have time for this. Just stay out of my way, alright?”

“Gladly,” you replied, turning away from him.

When you rejoined your friends, they noticed your tense expression. Lando shot you a questioning look, but you just shook your head.

"Ask you bestie," you simply said and Lando threw his head back in frustration, once again, he was in the middle of his two best friends tension.

“I’ll talk to him," Lando said, sipping on his drink.

"Don't bother, he's a bitch."

Later that night, Lando found Carlos near the dancefloor chatting with some friends. He pulled him aside, needing to get to the bottom of the latest incident.

“What happened with YN now?” Lando asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

Carlos shrugged before speaking, “I was minding my own business, ordering a drink, and she just came at me."

“And?” Lando raised an eyebrow.

“And she’s just so immature and arrogant,” Carlos continued, “She’s always ready to pick a fight over the smallest things. It’s embarrassing.”

Lando shook his head. “Look, Carlos, YN is protective of Oscar. She sees you two butting heads and she gets defensive. It’s not ideal, but it’s not like she’s completely unreasonable.”

“Well, she sure seems unreasonable to me," Carlos crossed his arms, "I don’t know how you deal with it.”

Lando sighed. “She’s my friend, and so are you. I wish you two could just get along, but I know that’s asking a lot. Just... try to give her a bit of slack, alright? She’s not a bad person.”

"She's insufferable."

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The Ferrari hospitality was the last place you wanted to be during a Grand Prix, the mere thought of it being the place where Sainz (or as you liked to call him, the little bitch), was most likely to be kept you away from it.

However, Alex told you to meet her there after the Qualifying so you could leave together for dinner. Oscar and Lando already left with the rest of the team, so you had no choice but to wait for your friend.

"Looking for someone, hermosa?" your eyes immediately rolled without even turning around to see who was speaking, the thick Spanish accent that you despised filling your ears.

"Not for you, that's for sure," you said, not even bothering to face him.

"Are you sure? Because this is not the McLaren garage, did your little bro finally kick you out or something?"

"Sainz," you retorted sharply, finally turning to face him, "Shouldn't you be busy making excuses for your next mediocre performance on track?"

"Ah, always so angry, Piastri," he chuckled, unfazed by your hostility, "Maybe you're just frustrated because you're not getting enough attention. I could help with that."

"I don't need or want anything from you," you shot back, your voice laced with irritation.

Carlos leaned casually against a nearby wall, his smirk widening. "Come on, hermosa, you know you've got a temper. Maybe you just need to let off some steam."

Hermosa, the word he used often when he wanted to get to your skin. When you first heard it, you had no idea of what it meant. You were never good at learning Spanish growing up. But after a quick google translation search you found out that it meant beautiful. And for some reason you felt like throwing up.

"Believe me, Sainz, you're the last person I'd ever turn to," you replied icily, folding your arms across your chest, "And don't call me that."

He chuckled again, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You wondered how Lando could be friends with him when he was nothing but an arrogant little bitch, and you cursed Alexandra for taking so long to get her stuff from hospitality.

"I hope you know that you have some serious issues, Sainz," you said, your patience wearing thin as his cocky stare weighted on you.

"Issues? Me?," Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your anger, "I think you're the one with the problem, querida. Like I said, maybe you need to get laid. I could help you with that, your brother won't find out."

Your eyes narrowed, your blood boiled to the point where you could feel your skin burning up. If it wasn't for the all the people around, you swore you could've punched him.

You took a step closer to him, your voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "I hope your car sets itself on fire so you're not able to race tomorrow."

Carlos's smirk only widened, he was well aware that he got into your skin and he enjoyed every minute of it. Before he could respond, Alex finally appeared, her eyes flicking between the two of you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Ready to go?" she asked, sensing the tension.

"More than ready," you replied, shooting Carlos one last glare before turning to leave with Alex.

The next day, news spread quickly through the paddock that Carlos' car had suffered a mechanical failure during the warm-up, rendering him unable to compete in the Qatar Grand Prix. Meanwhile, Oscar had won the Sprint and finished P2 in the race.

Karma got that little bitch, you thought to yourself

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The end of the 2023 season was a blur of celebrations, laughter, and champagne showers. Oscar had closed off the season as the Rookie of the Year and you couldn't be more proud of him, you were grateful you got to be by his side through it.

And of course, with the end of the season a celebration at Jimmy'z was in order, all drivers, their girlfriends and friends pulling up to Monaco for one last night of partying before the winter break.

You had stuck close to Lando and Oscar for most of the evening, since it was a special occasion, you decided not to hold back with your drinking and have as much fun as you wanted, Lando being your partner in crime as always.

So by 2 a.m, you were pretty drunk, not to the point where you couldn't stand on your own feet, but drunk enough to make a couple of bad decisions.

With that thought on your mind, you decided that it was time to find your brother or best friend and call it a night. But for some reason, both of them were nowhere to be found.

Stumbling through the crowded dance floor, you made your way toward the back of the club, hoping to spot them. The alleyway was dark and you couldn't see a single thing, but they weren't definitely back there.

"Fancy seeing you here, hermosa," a voice behind drawled, almost making you jump.

"What the actual fuck!" you said, holding a hand to your chest.

Of course it was fucking Carlos Sainz, once again

"You scared the hell out of me!" you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him, "Do you hide in dark alleyways like a creep all the time?"

"Slow down, hermosa, why are you so angry all the time?" his Spanish accent was thicker than usual, a clear sign that he was as tipsy as you were.

"I'm not in the mood for your games tonight," you retorted, trying to brush past him.

"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble," he said, blocking your path with an easy grace. "Though you do seem to find me wherever you go."

"Only because you insist on being everywhere I am," you shot back, folding your arms over your chest.

"Or maybe you just can't resist my charm," he teased, leaning casually against the wall.

"Charm? Is that what you call it?" you scoffed, "More like arrogance and an inflated ego."

"Arrogance? No. Confidence? Absolutely," he replied with a smirk, "And I think you secretly like it."

"You're delusional," you muttered, feeling the alcohol clouding your judgment. "I can't stand you."

"Is that so?" he said, stepping closer. "Because you seem pretty invested in this conversation for someone who supposedly hates me."

True

"Maybe because you won't let me leave," you said, your voice rising in frustration.

"Or maybe because you've spent the entire season trying to get my attention by being rude to me and blasting me on social media, calling me a little bitch and all."

"I was defending Oscar," you snapped. "You kept messing with him on track. Someone had to call you out."

Carlos shook his head, his cocky smirk even bigger now. "It was never about Oscar, and you know it."

"God, I hate you," you said, ready to walk away but he blocked your way one more time.

"No, you don't," he replied, a knowing smile on his lips. "You just hate that you can't help but get all hot and bothered whenever I'm around."

"You're really are such a little bitch," you spat, but even as the words left your mouth, you felt a strange thrill.

"And you're a firecracker, Piastri. That's what makes this so fun."

"You're so full of yourself," you retorted, but the words lacked their usual bite. The alcohol was making it hard to keep up your defenses, and Carlos's close proximity was doing strange things to your resolve.

"Maybe," he conceded, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But I think you like it more than you let on."

Before you could argue back, Carlos took another step closer, his body almost pressing against yours. The tension between you crackled like electricity, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself unable to pull away.

"You're infuriating," you muttered, your heart pounding in your chest.

"And you," he said, his breath warm against your ear, "are insufferable."

Without another word, he closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a fierce, almost desperate kiss. It was a collision of anger, frustration, and undeniable chemistry, and you couldn't help but respond in kind.

Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

What the hell was happening?

For a moment, all the animosity, all the bickering, melted away. It was messy, it was intense, and it was everything you hadn't realized you wanted.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you could see the same mix of surprise and desire reflected in Carlos' eyes.

Before either of you could say anything, you were interrupted by Lando's voice calling out your name. You quickly stepped back, putting some distance between you and Carlos as Lando approached, a curious look on his face.

"Everything okay here?" Lando asked, glancing between the two of you.

"Just fine," you replied, giving Carlos a final, challenging look. "Just fine."

Carlos nodded, his smirk returning. "See you around, Piastri."

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2024 SEASON

Formula 1 was back and in full swing. And with that your "nepo sister" privileges, which included traveling with Oscar for races came back too.

You were excited for this season, Oscar was no longer a rookie and he had a lot to prove, and you couldn't wait to see him rise to the challenge.

In addition to that, this season was going to be extra interesting, since the news of your least favorite driver on the grid (or at least the one you swore you hated) being replaced by Lewis Hamilton in Ferrari were announced a few weeks prior.

"Did you hear the news?" Oscar asked, making his way to you.

"What news?" you replied, setting down your coffee cup.

"Lewis Hamilton is moving to Ferrari next season," Oscar said, watching your reaction closely.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? So the little bitch is out?"

Oscar nodded. "Yeah, it's going to be an interesting season."

Carlos Sainz was both a source of irritation and inexplicable attraction. You had tried to push the memory of that kiss at Jimmy'z to the back of your mind all winter long, but you just couldn't stop thinking about it.

Plus, Lando was firm on his mission of making wither of you confess that apparently you "liked each other", which made ignoring the whole situation even harder.

You just hoped that he would keep it chill this season, not bothering either you or Oscar so you could just pretend he didn't exist.

With that thought on your mind, you made your way back to the hotel. You spent the day exploring around Bahrain with Oscar and Lando, and now you were ready to unwind in your room. The boys deciding to spend a few more hours walking around before heading back.

Once in the lobby, you stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for your floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a familiar hand slipped in, forcing them open.

Carlos Sainz stepped inside, his ever-present smirk firmly in place.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, they say.

"Not going to say hello, querida?" he said after a few seconds of complete silence from you, leaning against the elevator wall.

"Carlos. Still popping up where you're least wanted, I see," you rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest.

"Missed you too, Piastri," he chuckled, pushing off the wall to stand closer you, "How was your break?"

"Great, thanks for asking," you replied coolly. "Did you enjoy yours, planning how to be a pain to other drivers this season too?"

"Is that really how you want to start our first conversation of the season?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, "I though we've left that in the past, specially after what happened at the end of last year."

You tensed at his statement. More than once during the break, you wondered if he remembered what happened that night. He was as drunk was you were, if not more, so you convinced yourself that he had forgotten about it.

"I don't remember much from that night. Must have been the champagne."

Carlos leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. "Oh, I think you remember perfectly well. Especially the kiss."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your expression neutral. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Playing dumb doesn't suit you," he said with a chuckle. "But fine, we'll pretend it never happened. For now."

"Good," you replied sharply. "Because I have no intention of discussing it."

"Maybe you're playing dumb because you want me to kiss you again," Carlos teased, making you throw your head back in frustration.

"I'd rather choke on my own spit, little bitch,"

"Ahh, missed hearing that," Carlos said, his tone cocky and satisfied with your frustration. You mentally cursed the elevator for taking so long to get to your fucking floor.

"You know what? I hope you don't find a seat for next season at all. You act like a total peacock when everyone knows you're basically unemployed right now," you spitted out before you could even think twice.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, his expression momentarily serious. "Low blow, Piastri. Even for you."

You held his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down. "Just stating the obvious."

The elevator finally dinged, announcing your floor, and you stepped out swiftly, eager to end the conversation before it could escalate further.

Carlos Sainz had a way of getting under your skin like no one else, and the season had only just begun.

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It was a sunny day in Melbourne, and the paddock was buzzing with excitement. The Australian Grand Prix was always a favorite, and this year was no exception.

You felt good to be back home, you always felt proud when you saw Oscar on the track, but seeing him racing in your home country was something even more special.

Carlos was also back from his emergency surgery and ready to race again. And even though you would never admit it out loud, you were relieved to see him back and healthy. The news of his appendicitis had shocked you more than you’d expected, and you’d found yourself genuinely concerned about his wellbeing.

I'm just being a decent human being, you tried to convince yourself, It would be really scary if that happened to Oscar or Lando.

Walking through the paddock, you looked for a familiar face to hang out with before it was time for the track action to start, spotting Lando's back talking to someone you couldn't quite identify, you decided to approach him.

As you got closer, Lando shifted slightly, revealing the person he was talking to, Carlos.

He looked well, a healthy glow back in his cheeks, his smile easy and relaxed. He was wearing his team gear, the Ferrari red suiting him perfectly. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and despite the casual setting, he looked effortlessly handsome for someone who had a major surgery just two weeks ago.

Your stomach did a little flip. You hated to admit it, but lately your hatred towards Carlos had cooled down. Maybe it was the memory of that kiss, seeing him vulnerable after his surgery or the fact that he had been decent to Oscar so far. You couldn't deny that there was something about him that made you feel… softer.

However, you decided to ignore those thoughts and feelings every time they got to your head, because at the end of the day, there was no way he could ever feel or think the same way. It was better to keep hating each other.

Lando noticed you approaching and gave you a teasing grin. "Hey, YN! Look who’s back from the dead!"

Carlos turned to face you, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "Hey, Piastri," he greeted with a warm smile. "Back to your home turf, huh?"

"Yeah," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the flutter in your chest. "It feels good to be back."

Lando gave Carlos a pat on the shoulder. "I'll catch up with you later, mate," he said, winking at you before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.

You stood there for a moment, awkward silence filling the air. Maybe he was still tired from what he had been through, but he didn't show any signs of cockiness or wanting to annoy you this time.

"You look well," you finally said, your voice softer than usual. "I'm glad you're back."

Carlos chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I heard you were worried about me."

"Don't let it go to your head," you replied quickly, though the usual bite in your tone was missing. You felt a bit embarrassed that he knew, "I’m just being a decent human being."

"Of course," Carlos said, his voice nonchalant, "Decent human being, sure."

"I’m serious," you insisted, though your voice lacked the usual edge. "But I am glad you’re okay. It must have been scary."

Carlos’s expression softened. "It was. But I had good doctors, and I’m ready to race again. Thanks for worrying."

There was silence again, and you noticed that this was the first time you and Carlos had an interaction that didn't include biting each other's heads off.

It felt nice.

"Well," you said after a minute of silence, "don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you had surgery. You're still on my watch."

"Wouldn’t have it any other way," Carlos smirked, "But for the record, it’s nice to see you care, even if you won’t admit it."

"Don't push your luck, Sainz," you warned, but there was a hint of playfulness in your voice.

"I wouldn't dare, Piastri."

"I should get going," you said, pointing towards the McLaren hospitality, "Good luck out there."

As you turned to walk away, Carlos's voice stopped you in your tracks.

You glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in question.

"You know, this is the first time you don't call me a little bitch," Carlos said, a small playing on his face.

"What, you miss it already? Does it turn you own?"

"Maybe a little," Carlos chuckled, "Keeps things interesting."

You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread across your face.

"Well, good luck out there, little bitch."

You didn't wait to see his reaction, but you knew he was grinning from ear to ear.

Later that day, Carlos crossed the finish line first and won the Australian Grand Prix, sending the crowd into a frenzy. You watched as Carlos celebrated on the podium, spraying champagne with Lando and Charles and holding up the winner's trophy with pride.

You swore you played it cool, but everyone around you noticed the huge smile on your face.

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"You're not my best friend," Lando said, sitting on the plush couch of your hotel room, watching as you put a sweatshirt on, "You've been replaced with an alien or an evil twin, there's no way you're YN Piastri."

"Can you quit being dramatic," you rolled your eyes at him, "It's no big deal."

"You're grabbing sushi with Carlos Sainz," he stressed, moving his hands to emphasize, "You hate Carlos Sainz, it's been an issue for me for the last year because both of you force me to pick sides and I have to make sure you don't kill each other. And now you're suddenly going on dates."

"This is not a date," you protested, "Don't even say that out loud, it's gross."

"Then what is it? Because he asked you out and you said yes, that's literally a date."

You didn't give him a reply right away, hiding behind your your busy hands as you pretended to adjust your sweatshirt.

Truth was, you didn’t have an answer, at least not one that made sense. You couldn't blame Lando for thinking you've been replaced with someone else, because you'd never accept anything from Carlos last year, let alone willingly grab dinner with him.

But here you were, about to head out to meet him.

"I just want free dinner," you shrugged, "And he offered to buy it, so I'm taking advantage of it."

"Sure, free dinner," Lando gave you a skeptical look, crossing his arms, "Because you’ve never had other options for free dinner before, right? Your brother is rich, he could buy you whatever you want."

You huffed, trying to sound annoyed but feeling a bit defensive. "It's just sushi, Lando. Stop making it a big deal."

"You know, it's okay if you like him," he said, his tone genuine. "I mean, I get why you're hesitant, but it's fine to have feelings for someone, even if it's Carlos Sainz."

"Are you out of your mind?" you immediately said, your voice sharper than intended, "We're talking about the little bitch, what on earth makes you think that I could have feelings for him other than disgust and irritation."

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're getting ready to get dinner with him, or that you were on the edge of your seat worrying the entire time he was recovering from the surgery, or the time I almost caught you kiss-"

"God, just shut up," you interrupted him, "Oscar would understand. He knows I'm never going to get all lovey-dovey over Carlos."

"Oscar might buy whatever you tell him," Lando raised an eyebrow, "But that doesn't mean you're being honest with yourself. It's not the end of the world to admit you might have a crush."

"I do not have a crush on him," you insisted, your cheeks heating up. "It's just... complicated."

"Complicated how?" Lando pressed, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks pretty straightforward. You’re intrigued by him, he’s intrigued by you, and you both can’t seem to stay away from each other."

You let his words sink in, Lando might be a year younger than you, and often perceived as a carefree guy who didn't have a serious bone in his body. But in reality, he was a very wise person who understood the complexities of situations better than most.

That was one of the reasons why he was your best friend.

"Look, it’s not that simple," you sighed, rubbing your temples, "We have history, and not the good kind. I don't trust him, and I don’t think he trusts me either. We're just… trying to be civil for once."

"That's good," Lando stood up from the couch, sitting beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "Honestly I was tired of dealing with your constant bickering, if you didn't kiss and make up on your own, I was going to lock you up in a closet until you resolved it."

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After a nice dinner and a couple of drinks, you and Carlos walked back to the hotel. The sushi had been surprisingly good, and the conversation… surprisingly pleasant.

The bickering between you was still present, but this time it wasn't harsh or spiteful, it was playful and and light-hearted. The tension that usually accompanied your interactions had lessened, and you actually acted friendly towards each other.

"I still can't believe you made me try that weird seaweed thing," you said, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked.

"You loved it, admit it," Carlos chuckled.

"Maybe a little," you conceded with a small smile, "How did you know this place anyways?"

"I like reading restaurant reviews online," he shrugged, "It's a random hobby of mine, and I'm going to need those in case I don't have a job next year."

You paused, his words sinking in. Carlos joked about it, but you knew the uncertainty of his future in Formula 1 must be horrible. The sport is cutthroat, and the thought of not finding a seat to race must be weighing on him heavily. It made you think about Oscar, and how that could happen to him too.

"I'm sorry for saying that I hope you don't find a seat next season," you blurted out, feeling a pang of guilt. "You're right, that was low, even for me."

"Are you really apologizing, Piastri?" he teased, "First you cared about my health, now you apologize. What's next? You'll stop calling me a little bitch?"

You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice behind it. "Don't push your luck, Sainz. Just take the apology and run with it."

"Alright, I'll take it," Carlos laughed, a genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat, "You must be praying I stay just so you have an excuse to argue with me, aren't you?"

"Don't flatter yourself," you shot back, grinning. "I can argue with anyone."

"But you like arguing with me the most," he said, his voice softening.

You didn't reply, the truth in his words making your heart race. From the corner of your eye, you saw the satisfied grin on his face.

Soon enough you reached the hotel lobby, and once you walked through the doors you spotted Charles and Alexandra by the reception desk.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Charles called out, drawing the attention of Alex, who looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"Just coming back from dinner," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. "What are you two up to?"

"We were just about to head up," Alexandra said, linking her arm with Charles's. "How was dinner?"

"Surprisingly good," Carlos said, glancing at you with a smirk.

Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "This is new. You two actually getting along?"

"Don't get used to it," you said, rolling your eyes. "I just wanted free dinner."

"Right," Charles said, not convinced. "Well, we're heading up, you coming?"

You all piled into the elevator, the small space filled with a mix of comfortable silence and light conversation. When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out, Carlos following close behind.

"Goodnight, guys," Alex called out as the elevator doors closed, giving you a look that screamed 'TEXT ME ASAP'

Carlos walked you to your room, the hallway dimly lit and quiet. As you walked side by side, the occasional brush of his arm against yours sent small shivers down your spine.

"So, the only reason you agreed to come with me tonight was because you wanted free dinner?" Carlos asked once you reached your room.

"Exactly, what else do you think would make me want to spend an evening with you?"

Carlos chuckled, leaning against the wall beside your door. "I don't know, maybe my charming personality and good looks?"

"Charming?" you raised your eyebrows at him, "You're literally the most annoying person I know."

"Likewise, Piastri," Carlos shot back, his smirk widening, "But here we are, aren't we?"

"You really think you're that special, don't you?" you said, rolling your eyes.

"I know I am, querida," Carlos replied, stepping closer. "And you can't get enough of me."

You looked away from him, his stare suddenly becoming overwhelming. He was really close, as close as he was the night you kissed at Jimmy'z, and even thinking about it has your neck crawling away in sweat.

"See? You can't even deny it." Carlos grinned, his eyes locking onto yours again, his voice dropping an octave as he took another step closer.

"Don't get any ideas," you warned, but your heart was racing, and you were sure he could hear it.

"I can't help it," he said softly, his face now inches from yours. "You bring out the best in me, Piastri."

"I still hate you," you whispered, your breath hitching as he leaned in even closer.

"No, you don't," Carlos whispered back, his lips brushing against yours.

Before you could protest, he closed the distance and kissed you. It was gentle at first, tentative, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. But when you didn't, the kiss deepened, becoming more intense and filled with a raw passion that took your breath away.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you kissed him back, losing yourself in the moment. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, a small smile playing on Carlos's lips.

"Goodnight, Piastri," he whispered, his voice husky.

Unable to move from your spot, you watched him walk through the corridor and disappear into the elevator doors, your mind still blurry about what happened just seconds ago.

You were fucked.

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A playlist full of pop classics played as you got ready for Lando's millionth win celebration.

He took the win at the Miami Grand Prix and the next following days were full of partying and champagne. You were beyond happy for him, and willing to put up with his multiple celebrations of his well deserved win.

This time, the setting was not that over the top, just a casual dinner at his place in Monaco with his close friends.

"Can I come in?" you heard after a knock on Oscar's guest bedroom, the place where you stayed when visiting Monaco.

"Sure," you replied, quickly meeting with your brother's figure.

Oscar entered the room, a casual grin on his face. He glanced around before his eyes settled on you. "Are you almost ready?"

"Yeah," you replied, adjusting an earring. "I hope this is Lando's last celebration, I can't keep up anymore.

"He's definitely on a roll," Oscar chuckled, "You know, Carlos is going to be there."

"I know," you said, looking away from him for a moment and trying to keep your tone nonchalant.

"You do?" Oscar raised a eyebrow.

"He's Lando's best friend, Osc, it's obvious he'll be there."

Oscar nodded slowly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Right, of course. But you two have been getting close lately, haven't you? You didn't even come for his neck after Miami, and you always do that."

You sighed, knowing where this conversation was heading. There was no denying that there was something between you and Carlos, your friends might not know about the times you've kissed, but they definitely noticed the shift in your behavior towards each other.

You found yourself enjoying his company, looking forward to catch a glimpse of him every weekend and craving his touch. You don't know if he feels the same way, but the way he looks at you and finds ways to get you alone tells you he does.

Admitting this to Oscar felt like crossing a line, even though he had always encouraged you to be open about your feelings.

"We're just… getting along better. That's all," you muttered, "And you asked me to behave on social media this season, I'm trying to do that."

"That's bullshit, YN," Oscar shook his head, a teasing smile forming on his lips, "Come on, admit it. Maybe the real reason you didn't attack him this time is because you like him."

"Oscar, we're not having this conversation," you quickly became defensive, "I don't know why everyone insist on something that's far from the truth. I don't like Sainz."

"Sis, it's okay if you like him," Oscar said, his tone gentle but insistent. "You don't have to hide it from me."

You looked away, feeling conflicted. Ever since you first met Carlos, there was something about him that intrigued you, however, you were too caught up in convincing yourself that he would never see you as more than his brand new rival's sister. Things getting worse when his incidents with Oscar on track started and you took that as an opportunity to be reckless to him.

It was a self defense mechanism for your own feelings.

"It's complicated, okay?" you said, feeling vulnerable but knowing you could trust him, "We spent last year coming from each other's necks all the time, but now he's nice to me and I am too, we spend time together, we kiss. But at the same time, I feel like I can't trust him, that he's going to switch to little bitch mode again and I'll end up feeling stupid for potentially catching feelings."

"Holy shit you've kissed!" Oscar said, his eyes widening, "Lando was right all along."

"Oh god, I shouldn't have said anything," you threw your head back in frustration.

"Sorry, sorry," he put his hands up in defense, "But It's okay to feel confused. You can talk to me, you know. I'm your brother, and I just want you to be happy. I can tell that this is really bothering you."

You sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I just don't know what to do, Osc. One minute I think I might actually like him, and the next I'm terrified of getting hurt."

"Look, I know Carlos can be intense on track, but off track? He's a good guy," Oscar sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders, "When he's not trying to push me off the track, he's really supportive and a nice guy. There's a reason why Lando adores him. Plus, maybe he's figuring things out too."

You leaned into Oscar's side, grateful for his comforting presence. "Do you really think so?"

"Yeah, I do," Oscar nodded reassuringly. "And you deserve to give yourself a chance at happiness. If Carlos could make you happy, then why not see where it goes?"

"When did you become so wise?" you teased, giving him a small smile, "You're supposed to be my annoying little brother who picks his nose and runs around the house."

"Hey, I can be wise when I want to be," Oscar chuckled, giving you a playful shove, "But don't worry, I'll always be your annoying little brother, nose-picking and all."

You laughed, feeling some of the tension ease from your shoulders. "Thanks, Osc. I needed this."

"Anytime, sis," Oscar said warmly, giving you a quick hug. "Now, come on. Lando is probably drunk already and we haven't made it to his house yet."

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You're not sure how it happened, but Carlos' arm laid casually in the back of your chair as you chatted with those around you. His fingers gently brushed your bare shoulder from time to time, his thigh pressed to yours under the table.

Maybe it was the couple glasses of champagne you both had, you're not sure. But you definitely didn't want to move from your spot.

No one dared to say anything about it, but your friends had teasing grins at the sight. You knew you'll have to deal with them later, but you decided to ignore it for the night.

"Alright, I think I'm calling it a night," Oscar said as he got up from his chair, Lando immediately booed, "Are you coming, YN?"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, you definitely didn't want to leave yet, feeling too comfortable in Carlos' presence. In addition to that, you haven't had a chance to get him alone, and that was enough to not want the night to end.

After a minute of silence from you, Carlos spoke up, "I can give her a ride home if she doesn't want to leave yet," he offered, his voice smooth and nonchalant.

"Oh, a private chauffeur service now, Carlos? How fancy," Max teased from across the table, making the entire group laugh.

Oscar hesitated, glancing between you and Carlos, his protective instincts kicking in. "Are you okay with that, YN?"

"Yeah, I'm okay with it," you met Oscar's eyes and nodded, "Or I can just crash here, Lando is too drunk to notice anyway, don't want to cause much trouble."

"It's really no trouble," he insisted, his hand still resting gently on your shoulder. "I'll make sure you get home safely."

Oscar seemed to relax a bit, though you could tell he was still a little uneasy. "Alright then. Just... be careful, okay?"

"Don't worry, Osc," you replied, standing up and giving him a quick hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

As Oscar left, the group continued to tease and laugh. You always enjoyed when the drivers were in a casual setting like this one, where they could forget about competition and teams and just hang out and have fun.

You stayed glued to Carlos the entire time, getting even closer as the night went on, you could feel your eyelids getting heavy, so you laid your head on his shoulder.

"You're falling asleep on me, hermosa," Carlos whispered to you, not moving your head from its place.

"I'm not," you protested, but at the same time you did a yawn escaped your mouth, which made Carlos laugh.

"Come on let's get you home," Carlos offered you his hand.

You took Carlos' hand, not even thinking twice about it. As you both stood to leave, your friends couldn't resist one last round of teasing.

"No funny business, Carlos," Charles called out, grinning widely. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. "We have Oscar on speed dial."

"Yeah, don't make me come after you, that's also my sister," Lando added, too drunk to even make sense.

You laughed, waving goodbye to everyone as you and Carlos made your way out. The cool night air was refreshing as you walked to his car, your hand still in his.

The drive to Oscar's place was quiet but comfortable. Carlos kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console close to you. You found yourself stealing glances at him, admiring the way the streetlights played over his features.

At one point, Carlos glanced over and caught you staring. "You're staring," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

You felt your cheeks heat up but didn't look away. "Maybe I am," you replied, a teasing edge in your voice. "You have a problem with that?"

"Not at all, Piastri. Not at all."

When you arrived at Oscar's place, Carlos parked the car but you made no move to get out. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension.

"Are you ready to stop pretending we hate each other?" Carlos asked suddenly, his voice low and earnest. "Because I am."

His words hung in the air, causing your heart to skip a beat. The intensity in his gaze made it clear he wasn't playing around or teasing you. He was being real and serious.

You took a deep breath, your eyes locking onto his. "Yeah, I am."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss. His hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a mix of tenderness and hunger. The world outside the car ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the way his kiss made you feel.

Carlos' other hand found its way to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he pressed you closer. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding on as if letting go meant losing this moment forever.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. Carlos' eyes searched yours, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"But… I'm not ready to stop calling you a little bitch, though."

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Shit, I just saw you had different accounts for different genres and I already requested on your main non smut(??) account😭😭 Okay, okay, I have a new totally original idea. What about.. male pervert yandere enemy x gn or female reader? Like enemies to lovers but one is only in on it because of their masochistic tendencies and they just love being dominated. And please add nsfw of him jerking off, finding her sweaty (sweet) gym tshirt and it being mentioned that he has, I don't know, JERKED OFF TO THEM IN FUCKING CLASS. (The oneshot could be in class👀👀)

- I'm 🙈 anon from your main account, you don't have to complete both of the requests, either one I know would make me cum, but please I'm so desperate for cocky ass bakugo katsuki like bitch guys who are so submissive and vulnerable on the inside IM BEGGING YOU.. omg, now I'm like them, fuck.

This got me pissing my pants ngl- but aaaaa yess. This came at a perfect timing! (long story short i got sum good news from my scholarship stuff in Ateneo) Your audience with me has been approved.

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University was hell before it even started. Due to complications with your scholarship, you and your parents had to repeatedly go out to get a whole bunch of documents in searing summer heat to ensure you kept the damn thing from falling through.

It was safe to say, you weren’t going to just take all that for granted.

You wanted to be the best student in the history of the institution, no — the whole country. Anything less than perfect would tarnish the effort your family has put into you.

But a certain Ricardo Peralta was making that oh so difficult for you.

Not only was he already a member of the student council and potential president for the following years, he was oh so disgustingly well-rounded and rich. You thought you were a try-hard? Well think again. Ricardo had you beat in many aspects.

But not all of them.

You are a people person by heart. Charismatic, and sociable. You knew how to mingle, how to get a person wrapped around your fingers. Ricardo may have the vantage point with connections now but in the future? It wouldn’t be long before everyone will turn to you instead.

And so began your petty rivalry.

It was subtle at first. Smirking at the one who got a lower score. Congratulating the other for winning second place while having a golden medal dangling from their neck. Scoffing at their rival for having a life outside academics ( pfft imagine having good time management? The two of you can never! )

And then it steadily degenerated into full blown petty fights. Violence at times. Anything aside from murdering each-other was free rein and even then there were days you two took that sort of route. It was mostly you though. For some reason, his parents were quite fond of you and would always let you into their mansion. This gave you plenty of opportunities to drug his ass.

You didn’t know it was because of a deal his parents made with yours to give him access to your room.

Ricardo studied you harder than the academics he worshipped his entire life. He knew you far longer than you did him. You were the reason he strove so much to be perfect. The only reason he wanted to be perfect was for you.

He knew your parents would never think to pay for the outrageous fees the University you (and by extension him) wanted to go to, so he made his parents start a scholarship program for gifted students (Anything to make their son happy). You were already guaranteed to get in from the beginning, and he felt bad for having made you panic from the strings he had to pull so that you’d always have the same classes/schedules.

So he let you win some of the little games you two had. In any case, nothing beats the reward of your smile. And the smug smirk you’d give him as you loomed over the desk, your chest almost resting on his face.

He shook his head, he can save those thought for after he stole another set of used underwear.

He usually came to your locker after P.E. it was when your scent wouldn’t be covered by whatever you sprayed on yourself. Don’t get him wrong, Ricardo was a germaphobe and a half but those cheap perfumes and deodorants you slathered all over yourself so you wouldn’t smell half bad after your exercises couldn’t compare to the scent of your body.

In anycase, today Ricardo got greedy. Impatient. Something his parents were sure to have reprimanded him on. But he couldn’t help it. Could you really blame him? It suddenly started raining out in the field. The way the water made your shirt cling unto your clothes practically made you irresistible.

“Ngh . . . [Y/N]. J-just like that . . . use me . . .” Tears formed at the corner of his eyes as he mumbled in pleasure. If you just walked a little more, perhaps leaned your head around the corner. . . god, he could imagine the disdain on your face. The utter disgust you’d show him.

It didn’t help that you were slandering him just a few feet away.

“That piece of shit, Ricardo. He totally fucking cheated.” You cursed, so unlike your usual polite tone with your fellow batch-mates and the faculty. He hears a resounding thud right after wards.

The movement around his shaft only gets faster. His grip tighter, harsher, as he imagines the way you’d abuse his cock. If he added any more force he’d probably tear himself apart. The thought of disappointing you is the one thing keeping him from harming himself.

His hand only ever stuttered due to the sound of your friend’s voice, ear piercing and grotesque as it is in contrast to yours, “Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko-“

“Shut the fuck up!” You angrily replied, this time slamming the locker behind Ricardo, making him moan stumble forward a little.

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

Streams of white leave the tip of his cock, your threat shoving him off the ledge of pleasure. Your rain and sweat covered shirt now drenched with another type of liquid.

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Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko — Ouch! You really just brought my face into the fray.

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Better Than Revenge

after your boyfriend cheats on you with your best friend, you want revenge, and luckily, he has a very hot brother...

[Warning- Smut, Revenge sex, name calling, cheating (both Harry and reader gets cheated on), unrotected sex (pulling out doesn't make babies or std go away), Just me being a petty bitch tbh]

A/N- She's a short one

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Two people you trusted your whole life with.

Two people who knew your ups and downs.

Two people who knew your darkest secrets.

Two people who decided to forget all the years together and stabbed you in the back.

And they deserved everything that was coming for them.

You knew your "best friend's" parents were super stricts, relationships and boys were out of the door for them so fucking your best friend's boyfriend? You knew she be in deep shit.

So you sent them screenshots of their chats along with a picture of her riding him.

Did it make you sad to do that to someone you were ready to take a bullet for? yes

Did it also feel great to get back at her? fuck yeah.

Now for your tool of ex-boyfriend you knew exactly what to do.

You see, William was jealous of his brother, not only cause he was the better looking of two but also cause he did so without any effort and unlike him he was kind.

You also might or might not have had a little crush on him in the start.

You walked quitely into your ex-boyfriend's house, making sure he didn't see you and then tip toed to his brother, Harry's room. Quickly, you got inside and locked the door behind you, hearing for any noises.

"Y/N?" He called out. You turned to see him, cozy in grey sweatpants and an oversized sweater sitting on his desk with books opened, headphones on probably doing his homework, "Are you okay? Did Will do something?" He asked.

"Do you know where your girlfriend is?" You asked him. He tilted his head to the side, confused and shook his head. You sighed, understanding that he didn't even know what had been going on for the past four months and then felt bad for what you were about to tell him.

"Your girlfriend and my best friend is fucking your brother" You said rolling your eyes. You walked beside him near the deak and showed him your phone, the pics sent by your friend, and the texts.

Harry watched everything in horror, feeling sadness overtake him. It wasn't like he was in love with her or that they were serious or something, but getting cheated on sucked especially when it's your own brother.

That was the part that hurt him the most. His own blood did this to him.

After the sadness came anger and he saw red. He gave you your phone back and started walking towards his bedroom door, ready to beat Will's ass.

But you stopped him.

You knew Will only did this to get a reaction out from Harry. It felt like he always had to do something to have an upper hand over his brother, whether it's was right or wrong,

and you had a better plan for revenge anyway.

*****

The car was now fogged up as Harry removed his lips from yours, travelling south to your jaw.

"Fuck" You whimpered out at the feeling and started to grind your hips over base of his cock sitting on his lower belly.

You questioned yourself right then. Why were you with the other brother anyway? William was attractive don't get her wrong, but Harry? He looked like he belonged in an art gallery.

Especially naked.

"God, you're so pretty. Why the fuck were you with that piece of shit?" He asked bucking his hips upward sending shock waves through your body as it rubbed over your throbbing clit.

"Don't know" You moaned grinding your hips faster, "You have bigger cock anyway" Your head fell on his shoulder, the tingling on the end of your spine threatened to unravel.

"Yeah," He said, chuckling. His right hand went to your wist while his left came up to your neck, seizing all your movement. He pulled your head back, forcing your eyes open.

"Want me to fuck you dumb baby?" He asked rhetorically, "So good you will not even remember his name" He said pushing you back a bit, with his right hand he lined up his dick to your weeping pussy.

He looked up, and you gave him a nod. That's all needed cause, next thing you know he's slamming into you.

You let out a broken, loud moan, not even bothering to concel your noises. The thrill of revenge fucking in your ex boyfriend's favourite car knowing he was about to walk towards you two any minute with your "best friend" drove you crazy.

His left hand stayed on your neck while his right slide down your body again and rested on your clit. He didn't even apply pressure, just a feather of touch, making you want more yet still feeling too much.

Harry didn't know if it was the anger or that you looked like an absolute sin riding his cock that made him want to just stay there forever, in your warm tight cunt.

How could that fucking idiot cheat on someone like you?

But he had a feeling Will only dated you cause he knew Harry once had a crush on you, and he would get one more opportunity to tell everyone he's with the girl his brother had a crush on.

Or how much of a loser Harry is.

Well, who was the loser now, though?

"God, look at you, baby. Haven't got a good dicking in a while have you?" He mocked, "You're almost gagging for it" He shook his head taunting, and smirked when your clenched around him as an approval.

"Fuck no" You panted out, "Had to get myself off myself after sex. Fuckwit didn't even know where clit was" You laughed along with Harry.

"Poor baby" He pouted and slid down a little in the seat planting both legs on the car floor and then fucking up into you with an unforgiving pace.

He was feeling his orgasm close and seeing the time on his phone sitting beside him he knew Will was about to walk towards the car to go out with his friends and he wanted you coming right in front of him.

"You gonna come, baby?" He asked applying a bit pressure on your clit, his hand move from your neck to your behind groaping your ass.

"God she could never feel like this, your pussy feels so good like it was made for me. My personal little fleshlight" He said sucking hickeys on your neck. He wanted everyone to see what he did to you, wanted everyone to know he made you limp walk next day in college.

He also knew he would be back begging you to fuck him again.

You looked out of the window and saw the main door open. Will and Mia walked towards the car, giggling, unaware of what was going on inside.

Harry felt his phone chime beside him and saw a 'miss you' text from his girlfriend ex-girlfriend.

He decided not to reply and rubbed your clit faster making your moans along with his louder.

"Have all mind to just come inside you, babe. Have you knocked up and let everyone know you're mine and not that dickhead's" He said with his pace now faltering, his own orgasm approaching.

"Yes, please," you whined out and leaned down to kiss him. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, and you came all around his cock with a loud moan.

Harry not far behind pulled out of you and came all over your pussy and lower tummy, your lips not leaving his once.

"What the fuck?!" A feminine scream came from beside him and you smirked against his lips feeling the satisfaction seep into you. You bit down on Harry's lips, making him whimper for change.

You pulled away to see the two people looking at you with wide eyes. William's angry eyes on his brother while Mia's flicked between you two.

"What is all this? You whore, I didn't gave you attention for few days and you fucked my brother!" William screamed reaching out his hand to probably yank you away from Harry but before he could Harry stopped his hand and twisted it as far as he could making him cry out in pain.

"Fucking touch her and see what happens" he growled and you sweared your pussy skipped a beat.

"You're my best friend. How could you do this?" Mia started crying, and you rolled your eyes at her audacity.

"You have been fucking mine for four months. You have no place to talk about girl code" you said, looking her straight in eyes and seeing them widened in horror and realization.

"I- That-" She started stumbling over her words but just cut her off, "Save it"

"So this is what? a revenge? Fucking my brother!" William screamed. You looked at him over your shoulder and smirked, putting your head down on Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your lower waist.

"You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes"

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what do u think abt the dynamic of the vees? they’re truly a fucked up lil family hehe and i wonder how they work in relation to one another ! also specifically val and vox ! i think it’s interesting how there’s some respect between them considering their different strengths lol ( porn and tech/news)

TY FOR ASKING bc i looove the vees so bad.

vox + valentino: most obvious, they're that messy on/off couple with severe issues that nonetheless do genuinely care about each other at the end of the day. val breaks his phone, vox screams in his face, they giggle and dance together, they have the range. they might rile each other up and throw each other under the bus for petty reasons, but in a life or death situation, they protect each other without hesitation. power vacillates between them like a seesaw. manipulative, toxic beyond belief, unexpectedly wholesome - they're made for each other.

valentino + velvette: i just know these bitches live for the drama. they keep each other updated on the latest gossip, they make fun of vox together, they're that awful best friend duo from high school who look at you like you're a bug under their shoes and then they skip class to go vape in the bathroom. val is very fond of her and she likes the attention, but she also gets easily annoyed with his lack of impulse control and inability to play a long con like her & vox. i think she's also one of the few people in existence that val won't sexualize (both bc she'd kill him and bc he sees her as a real person, not a toy).

velvette + vox: these two are the real power houses of the vees. i think vox was a mentor figure of sorts at the beginning, impressed by her ambition and drive, who gave her the tools to succeed and then stood back and watched as she clawed her way rightfully to the top. he respects her and her take-no-shit attitude. she loves him as much as she sees right through his bullshit, and even though she knows he needs her for his empire to function, she acknowledges that she needs his support too. they're both strong leaders and rule their employees with an iron fist. vel doesn't hesitate to call him for backup and both her and val trust vox to take care of them.

vox + val + vel: most importantly, all of the vees see each other as equals. they're all self-obsessed tyrants who view everyone around them as lessers EXCEPT FOR one another. at any given moment, all of them are thinking "i can't believe i'm the only sane one here." vel rolls her eyes and buries her face in her phone while voxval make out with each other over dinner, vox/vel stop val from doing something crazy and impulsive again, vel/val physically drag vox away from his desk to make him take a break from his work.

you disrespect one of the vees, you disrespect all of them. they're fiercely protective of each other and they still let vox humiliate himself on live television for shits and giggles. they're terrible. they love each other. they're a family in every sense of the word, dysfunction and all. they enable each other's worst tendencies while also keeping each other in check. they are everything they are the moment

#i LOVE themmmm <3333 #i need to write more about them as a team #the vees #vox #valentino #velvette #vees #hazbin hotel #staticmoth #voxval

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kings rising highlights & annotations

chapter 4

indented text is from the book. some quotes have commentary, some do not. some comments are serious, and some are definitely not. most of them will only make sense to people who have read the series. and, like, there are spoilers. so please read the books first if you're interested!

also: part of the reason i'm doing such a close reading is to study cs pacat's style, especially in terms of how she does romance and erotica. there are "craft notes" that might seem weird, like i'm being redundant or restating something rather than analyzing, but those are more things that i want to remember/take away from the writing!

i'm going to tag these longer posts with "sam reads capri" in case anyone wants to read them all at once.

this is a google doc i wrote with overall content warnings for the captive prince series. it's not perfect, but i do think it's important to include.

‘Does it bother you to think of him hurting your country?’ ‘You know it does. Are we playing now with the fate of nations? It won’t bring your brother back.’ There was a violent silence.

the girls are fightinggggg (love damen calling laurent on his misdirected bullshit)

‘You know, my uncle knew who you were,’ said Laurent. ‘He spent this whole time waiting for us to fuck. He wanted to tell me who you were himself, and watch it wreck me. Oh, had you guessed that? You just thought you’d fuck me anyway? Couldn’t help yourself?’

i’m sure it’s easier for laurent to entertain the notion that nothing damen did was real at all, and doing so also hurts damen, so two birds one stone

‘You said, “Kiss me”,’ said Laurent, each word enunciated clearly. ‘You said, “Laurent, I need to be inside you, you feel so good, Laurent,”’ He switched to Akielon, as Damen had, at the climax, ‘‘it’s never felt like this, I can’t hold on, I’m going to—’’

i did my complex analysis of laurent’s mean girl era last chapter. this is a good example of him just being a petty bitch for the reasons outlined in that analysis

‘Charcy,’ said Laurent, ‘was a distraction. I have it from Guion. My uncle sailed for Ios three days ago, and by now he has made landfall.’

and it worked, and laurent was too emotionally compromised to anticipate or prevent it. imagine laurent learning that, directly after being tortured. and now he’s dealing with this. Ls on Ls on Ls.

(or did he know? stuff he says later makes me think he might have, but then again, he also lies to damen a LOT in this scene)

‘I see. And my men are to die fighting him for you, the way that they did at Charcy?’

i mean the previous chapter already established that they both know laurent meant to be there, but if they’re doing cheap shots, i guess this works fine in a pinch

Laurent’s smile was not pleasant. ‘On that table is a list of supplies and troops. I will give it to you, in support of your campaign to the south.’ ‘In exchange for,’ said Damen, steadily. ‘Delpha,’ said Laurent in the same tone. He felt the shock that made him remember that this was Laurent, and not any other young man of twenty.

He had not come here prepared to negotiate. Laurent had. Laurent was here as the Prince of Vere facing the King of Akielos. Laurent had known who he was all along. The list, written in Laurent’s own hand, had been prepared before this meeting.

all true, but don’t underestimate the fact that laurent did NOT anticipate falling in love or actually trusting you as an ally

He said, ‘Did you plan this from the beginning?’

so "from the beginning" is complicated here. if i'm going to try to sort things out to the best of my ability, i think a good place to start is making a list of things laurent could NOT have expected at the beginning of the series, when he was presented with damen:

that damen would not immediately take any opportunity provided to him to escape captivity

that damen is a respectable and admirable person and invaluable strategic and military asset

that damen and laurent would fall in love (and even still now, i don't think laurent is letting himself believe damen really cares, and certainly isn't letting damen do the caring)

that the regent would try to assassinate his own nephew. laurent says in the text, at some point, that this was a genuine surprise, and that he didn't think his uncle would ever go that far

but, okay, even if laurent didn't expect the assassination attempt, or any of the other minor things in vere like the patras debacle, did he expect at some point to find himself and his men forced to do a military campaign? he must have, which is why he started the correspondence with delpha. i suppose he could have planned to do that from vere, too, and just adjusted things when he was forced to travel. and nothing that laurent failed to expect directly got in the way of the foundation of his plan, if his objective was to obtain delpha and make enough allies that together they can take down the regent.

so to answer damen's question, yes! laurent planned this specific long-term objective (taking delpha, getting kastor and the regent in ios, methodically turning a faction of powerful akielions against kastor and gaining the support of vask and patras) from the beginning. because he recognized damen the moment he saw him, laurent could immediately put together that kastor is allied with the regent, who would totally come up with something like this to torture laurent. and so laurent put his mental energy into planning a way to gain enough political and military power to defeat both kastor and the regent, and further manipulate them into being so confident that they would have no time to retaliate when the people laurent enlisted attacked them. i don't think laurent gave a shit if kastor lived or died, or stayed on the throne, as long as the regent was defeated, but it made sense for kastor to be a priority as well since the alliance between kastor and the regent makes the regent more powerful.

and, to be generous to laurent, none of this really has anything to do with damen. like none of it is designed to punish him, it doesn't even really involve him. it's another instance of laurent just living in a different genre from the start. damen's pov has been so fixed on his relationship and interactions with laurent, but there's been so much more happening that we just haven't seen. and laurent, i think we can assume, is and has always been deeply focused on things other than their relationship.

but even now, this plan doesn't do damen direct harm. the most harm it does is make things awkward with nikandros, and make damen feel bad about the regent being in his own country (which was probably going to happen anyway). but still, damen is super pissed. he doesn't realize or admit it, but i almost think the fact that laurent always had this plan makes him a little insecure. like, to realize that he hasn't been as important or useful to laurent as he previously assumed. on top of all the other stuff pissing him off about the situation, he's also jealous of an abstract plan, because it's had laurent's attention from the start, and right now laurent is choosing that plan over their friendship/relationship. a kingdom, or this.

laurent doesn't want to deal with "this," and honestly has some pretty pressing matters beyond "this" to handle, so he's chosen "a kingdom." even if damen's heart is still stuck with "this," he'll have to follow laurent's lead and focus on "a kingdom" too. i'm sure they'll both do a perfectly professional and functional job of this, and it won't make things inconvenient or uncomfortable for any of their allies at all.

‘The hard part was getting Guion to let me into his fort.’ Laurent said it steadily, the private edge to his voice a little more private than usual.

do they ever talk about it? like does laurent ever tell damen what happened in the cell?

also i like how damen doesn’t take this as like flippant and arrogant, as he would have in book 1. he immediately clocks that laurent is hiding something and just deflecting.

Damen said, ‘In the palace you had me beaten, drugged, whipped. And you ask me to give up Delpha? Why don’t you tell me instead why I shouldn’t simply hand you over to your uncle, in exchange for his aid against Kastor?’

like you ever would.

‘Because I knew who you were,’ said Laurent, ‘and when you killed Touars and humiliated my uncle’s faction, I sent the news of it echoing to every corner of my country. So that if you ever crawled back onto your throne there would be no possibility of an alliance between you and my uncle.

good failsafe, laurent didn’t know he wouldn’t need it. although i’m sure it’s both vindicating and hurting laurent to hear damen threaten this, making the failsafe necessary, even if we know that damen’s heart isn’t in it.

'Do you want to play this game against me? I will take you apart.’

this is all very complicated and unnecessary and frustrating to damen, but it's laurent's area of expertise. this kind of emotionally evasive manipulative political negotiation makes him feel empowered. the approach laurent takes in this scene is almost certainly a way for him to cope with the things in his life that feel uncontrollable and uncomfortable, by doing something familiar that he knows he can control.

‘Take me apart?’ Damen said deliberately. ‘If I opposed you, the remaining scrap of land you hold would have a different enemy on each side, and your efforts would be split in three directions.’ ‘Believe me,’ said Laurent, ‘when I say that you would have my undivided attention.’

this is soooo amy dunne of him

Damen let his eyes pass over Laurent slowly, where he stood. ‘You’re alone. You don’t have allies. You don’t have friends. You’ve proven true everything your uncle ever said about you. You made deals with Akielos. You even bedded an Akielon—and by now, everyone knows it. You’re clinging to independence with a single fort and the tatters of a reputation.’ He gave every word its weight. ‘So let me tell you the terms of this alliance. You will give me everything on this list, and in return I will aid you against your uncle. Delpha remains with Akielos. Let’s not pretend you have anything here worth a bargain.’

damen honey i’m so sorry but you cannot win this one. especially when you yourself would probably lay down your life on instinct for laurent if someone randomly came into this tent and tried to kill him

‘Please,’ said Laurent, ‘insult me further. Tell me more about my tattered reputation. Tell me all the ways that bending over for you has damaged my position. As if being fucked into the mattress by the King of Akielos could be anything other than demeaning. I am dying to hear it.’

and somehow laurent still manages to turn even his own shitty decisions back on damen, implying that even if laurent owned up to being fucked by damen, it couldn’t be anything other than demeaning, and damen is a fool for considering it to be genuine lovemaking

‘Did you think,’ said Laurent, ‘that I would come here without the means to enforce my terms? I hold the only proof of Kastor’s treachery that extends beyond your word.’ ‘My word is enough to the men that matter.’ ‘Is it? Then by all means, reject my offer. I will execute Guion for treason and hold the letter over the nearest candle.’

cunt (affectionate)

‘Are we going to play another kind of pretend?’ Damen said. ‘That it never happened?’

and in this game of pretend, damen doesn’t get to hand-feed a pretty blonde named laurent >:(

‘If you are concerned it will go unmentioned between us, never fear. Every man in my camp knows that you served me in bed.’

“you served me” GOD laurent you are such a bitch

And that is how it is to be between us?’ said Damen. ‘Mercenary? Cold?’

if laurent was normal, there are plenty of reassuring things he could tell damen to explain that they can do this together, and ios will be okay, and they're in a good position to win as a team. but since he's being a salty little bitch, he's not going to do any of that, and he's going to make damen feel extra bad by using their romantic history against him. and despite all of these slights against him, damen knows that he has no choice but to give laurent delpha and ally himself with laurent's cause. because laurent really has planned this from the beginning. sure, current damen probably still would have done all that if laurent had just asked, but book 1 laurent had no idea of anticipating their allyship, and book 3 laurent is intentionally trying to push him away.

‘How did you think it would be?’ said Laurent. ‘You’d take me to your bed for the public consummation?’ It hurt.

this is a brutal scene for damen, even if i understand laurent’s headspace. i’m sorry buddy, breakups are no fun.

actually, do you think damen has ever experienced a breakup? he’s a prince who grew up with a harem of sex slaves. jokaste just kind of did whatever she wanted and damen was chill with it. so probably not.

It was too neat. He hadn’t thought as far as Kastor’s defeat, or who would become kyros in Ios, the traditional seat of the King’s closest adviser. Nikandros was the ideal candidate.

not laurent doing damen’s job for him…

‘I see you’ve thought of everything,’ said Damen, bitterly. ‘It didn’t have to be—you could have come to me, and asked for my help, I would have—’ ‘Killed the rest of my family?’

i mean, laurent definitely wants the regent dead. i think this is just a dig about auguste, and furthermore about damen not telling laurent the truth at any point.

also, damen straight-up admitting that he would have helped damen is something laurent would have needed a gun to his head to say out loud, and there aren’t even guns in this world. i said this in a note last chapter, but laurent assumes that damen is just as terrified of attachment and vulnerability as he (laurent) is, but we see that damen is willing to swear attachment and make himself vulnerable in order to support laurent and build trust. laurent is just denying that aspect of damen, because he’s traumatized and stubborn and doesn’t want to be let down.

Thickly, Damen remembered running his sword through the man he’d believed was the Regent; as if killing the Regent would be his expiation. It wouldn’t.

that explains why damen acted how he did in battle. but he also knows, in the reality of this moment, that it wouldn’t have made up for auguste even if he had killed the regent. killing a member of laurent’s family isn’t going to make up for the fact that he killed a member of his family.

He thought of all Laurent had done here, every piece of impersonal leverage, to control this meeting, to ensure it played out on his terms. ‘Congratulations,’ said Damen. ‘You’ve forced my hand. You have what you want. Delpha, in exchange for your aid in the south. Nothing given freely, nothing done out of feeling, everything coerced, with bloodless planning.’

this is almost laurentian, in terms of dialogue. very poetic and theatrical. damen is not handling this breakup well, and it’s almost like he’s defensively taking on some of laurent’s overdramatic bitchiness. it’s a reaction from him we haven’t really seen since book 1.

this dialogue also feels slightly anachronistic, in a good way. with some minor editing it could be a believable text that modern au damen would send after laurent breaks up with him in a formal email even though they still have to work on an assignment together. i think it's the "nothing given freely, nothing done out of feeling, everything coerced, with bloodless planning" that really gives off the vibe of an emotionally compromised teenager trying to cope with the fact that they still have to see their ex in english class.

‘Good,’ said Laurent. He took a step back. Then, as if a pillar of control had finally collapsed, Laurent surrendered his full weight to the table behind him, his face drained of all colour. He was trembling, his hairline pricked with the sweat of injury. He said: ‘Now get out.’

laurent: i won. get out. also laurent:

Laurent had known who he was, and had still made love to him. He wondered what mix of yearning and self-delusion had allowed Laurent to do that.

may i interest you in the “sam reads capri” tag on my tumblr blog, damen?

also i just think “he wondered what mix of yearning and self-delusion has allowed laurent to do that” is a BANGER line. maybe one of my favorites in the series. astute, bewildered, devastating (sad), and devastating (scathing) all at once.

If he’d imagined it, it was as a single, cataclysmic event, an unmasking that, whatever followed, would be over. Violence would have been both punishment and release. He had never imagined that it would instead go on and on; that the truth had been known; that it had been painfully absorbed; that it would be this crushing pressure that wouldn’t leave his chest.

damen always thought that he would be the one to rip off the bandaid for them both, so the entire time he has been saving them the pain by waiting. but now he knows that laurent never had a bandaid, and he (damen) has been left to slowly and painfully pry off his own. the pain isn’t over, it’s just beginning. and laurent has felt it this entire time, in a way damen put off for himself.

Laurent had tamped down the smothered emotion in his eyes, and would endure an alliance with his brother’s killer, though he felt nothing but aversion. If he could do it, Damen could do it. He could make impersonal negotiations, speak in the formal language of kings.

(also wow do i want to tell damen that laurent isn’t averse to him, he’s just lashing out, and badly needs someone to show him love and support at this time. but as always, oh fuck, he can’t hear me. and to be fair, it isn’t really in-character for damen to just passively accept poor treatment, or to force laurent to accept his support when he’s been told to go away.)

The ache of loss didn’t make sense, because Laurent had never been his. He had known that. The delicate thing that had grown between them had never had a right to exist.

and yet it did exist, and it does exist, and it will exist, and that’s why we’re reading about it.

damen and laurent both feel like they have a right to their kingdom’s thrones as princes, but they don’t have the right to simply be people in love. again, a kingdom or this. the themes are theming.

If it hurt, it was fitting; it was simply kingship.

what did i just say??? THE THEMES ARE THEMING!!!

If he could give Laurent up, he could do this.

stoppp can someone get him a pint of ice cream and an olivia rodrigo album (should i make lamen divorce era playlists. like one for each of them.)

Damen remembered hoping for a homecoming where it could be between them as it was in the old days. As if friendship of that kind could survive statesmanship.

damen’s being soooo broody about the ways kingship nerfs his social and romantic life, omg. it’s a hint of his immaturity and relative youth to other people in power, and his difference in jadedness and trauma compared to laurent. he is still lowkey a frat guy who wants to party, even though he cares about his schoolwork and future prospects

‘He’s playing us against each other,’ said Nikandros. ‘This is calculated. He is trying to weaken you.’ Damen said, ‘I know. It’s like him.’

"yes, honey..."

nikandros private twitter venting moment #4. especially considering damen’s response

‘He left us at Charcy.’ ‘There was a reason for that.’ ‘But I am not to know it.’

damen doesn’t really know the reason, but he can assure nik, there was a reason. nikandros private twitter venting moment #5.

It was not worth Delpha. He could see that Nikandros knew it, as Damen had known it. ‘I would make this easier,’ said Damen, ‘if I could.’ Silence, while Nikandros kept his words in check.

nikandros private twitter moment #6. this time he just posts a blurry picture of laurent’s offer and captions it with “🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬”

‘The men will talk,’ said Nikandros. He was pushing the words out with distaste, he did not want to say, ‘About—’ Damen said, ‘No.’ And then, as though Nikandros couldn’t help the words that came out next, ‘If you would at least take off the cuff—’ ‘No. It stays.’ He refused to lower his eyes.

kind of curious why, in this moment, damen is so determined about this. he’s had reasons in the past, but it would be cool to get some current insight, if it’s not just an instinctual thing

Nikandros turned away and put his palms flat on the table, resting his weight there. Damen could see the resistance in Nikandros’s shoulders, bunched across his back, his palms still flat on the table.

nikandros private twitter moment #7. he just posts this meme with no further elaboration:

Into the painful silence, Damen said, ‘And you? Will I lose you?’ It was all he allowed himself. It came out in a steady enough voice, and he made himself wait, and say nothing more.

AWWW poor baby :( no like fr damen :(((( it’s going to be okay

As though the words were coming up from the depths of him, against his will, Nikandros said, ‘I want Ios.’ Damen let out a breath. Laurent, he realised suddenly, wasn’t playing them against one another. He was playing to Nikandros. There was a dangerous expertise in all of this; in knowing how far Nikandros’s loyalty might be stretched, and what would keep it from snapping. Laurent’s presence in the room was almost tangible.

i think this was more an unintended outcome of the plan, but i’m sure mean girl era laurent would be pleased to know that his actions inadvertently incentivized damen’s best friend to declare himself loyal to his ex (laurent) instead

‘Listen to me, Damianos. If you have ever valued my counsel, listen. He is not on our side. He is Veretian, and he’ll be bringing an army into our country.’ ‘To fight his uncle. Not to fight us.’ ‘If someone kills your family you don’t rest until they are dead.’

i know this is nikandros trying to convince damen that laurent isn’t just going to let go of what damen did to auguste, and can’t be trusted as an ally. but it also makes nikandros accidentally sound like a book 1 laurent apologist, by making the statement with “you” as if it’s a universal maxim. like, if nik was in laurent’s shoes, he would have wanted damen tortured and dead too. nik is an interesting guy, because he's a little more aggressive with his principles unprovoked than damen, but he’s also similarly limited in perspective due to his status and lack of humbling experiences. i’ll try to do more complex analysis in addition to memeing on him, if/when opportunities arise

Nikandros was shaking his head. ‘Or do you really think he’s forgiven you for killing his brother?’ ‘No. He hates me for it.’ He said it steadily, without flinching. ‘But he hates his uncle more. He needs us. And we need him.’

damen going full ant with a bindle :(((

‘You need him enough that you would strip me of my home, because he asked you to?’ ‘Yes,’ said Damen.

nik private twitter vent #8. this time he literally just tweets a single “.”

The men came to attention as he passed, and said only, ‘Exalted,’ if he spoke. It was not like sitting around a campfire swilling wine, exchanging low tales and ribald speculations.

he should be at the club

Jord and the other Veretians from Ravenel had been sent back to Laurent to rejoin his army in the extravagant tents at Fortaine.

jord and the others standing awkwardly nearby laurent’s tent, trying to ignore the muffled adele ballad playing within

Alone, he didn’t have to be King.

i can’t believe that damen, groomed from birth for eventual kingship, now resents that kingship almost exclusively because it means he can’t be boyfriends with laurent. blonde man brainrot

He wasn’t alone. She was naked, at the base of the stark pallet, her full breasts hanging downwards, her forehead to the floor. She didn’t have palace training, and so could not quite disguise the fact that she was nervous. Her fair hair was caught back from her face in a fragile clasp, a northern custom. She was perhaps nineteen or twenty, her body trained and ready for him. She had prepared a bath in an unadorned wooden tub, so that if he pleased he might make use of it; or of her.

the way this is written, especially in the context of the series so far, makes this hard to read as anything other than revolting. i think this is due to a few craft elements:

the clinical description, lacking sensuality entirely

damen relating the things he’s observing to the aspects of the institution that he understands (she wasn’t trained in the palace = slaves are trained to do this. she was placed here for him to use = she didn’t show up here because she wanted to be here, or even knew him at all, or wanted pleasure of her own). unlike his past self, who passively understood the institution but chose not to think too hard about what it implied, the mental connections damen has made through being a slave himself prevent him from regarding this slave with the same thoughtlessness

damen's observations portray the anxiety and vulnerability of the slave, rather than willingness or submission. in book 1 we have a lot of moments where damen thinks of slaves as lovely, sweet, aimless non-people, almost like they're lobotomized. he regards them in a way that's both condescending and unconcerned for their free will, because they don't want or need free will, because they're slaves. his issue with the mistreatment of the akielion slaves in vere wasn't with their enslavement itself; it was with the cruelty of their masters, non-slaves who have free will and therefore should use it honorably. at the time, he truly believed that, as long as a master is kind, a slave has no reason to feel anxious or vulnerable or afraid, because there is honor in a slave's submission. if book 1 damen noticed that a slave was nervous, he would have found it adorable and charming, and would have taken it as an invitation to prove himself a caring master. but that doesn't even cross his mind here, while noticing this slave's nervousness in book 3.

another interesting craft detail: a sort of parallelism in the last part. damen notices that the bath, an object, has been prepared for him—just as the slave, a person, has been prepared for him. he groups them together, in that their same designated function is to be used: "he could make use of it; or of her." and that's where he stops the description altogether, because i don't think he feels comfortable with what that similarity between person and object implies.

it's easy to simply tell a reader that a character has evolved. if this story was written by a different author, there might have just been a moment where damen said out loud, "actually i've realized that slavery is bad," while the topic was otherwise avoided beyond its relevance to the story.

it's much harder to show, consistently throughout the story, exactly how that evolution has occurred, and the difference in damen's perspective compared to how he'd thought about slavery at the start. well done, pacat.

He had known that there were slaves with Nikandros’s army, following behind with the carts and the supplies. He had known that when he returned to Akielos there would be slaves.

… but seeing it in person is still viscerally uncomfortable

‘Get up,’ he heard himself say, awkwardly, a wrong order for a slave. There was a time when he would have expected this, and known how to behave around it. He would have appreciated the charm of her rustic northern skills, and bedded her, if not tonight then certainly in the morning. Nikandros knew him, and she was his type. She was Nikandros’s best, that was evident; a slave from his personal retinue, perhaps even his favourite, because Damen was his guest and his King. She got up. He didn’t speak. She had a collar around her neck, and metal cuffs around her small wrists that were like the one that he— ‘Exalted,’ she said, quietly. ‘What is wrong?’ He let out a strange, unsteady breath. He realised that his breathing had been unsteady for some time, that his flesh was unsteady. That the silence had been stretching out between them too long. ‘No slaves,’ said Damen. ‘Tell the Keeper. Send no one else. For the length of the campaign I will be dressed by an adjutant, or a squire.’

see my previous comment. this is really well-done, especially the panic attack-esque reaction and ptsd trigger. i made a comment a WHILE ago about the way both damen and laurent have ptsd in this series, but it manifests differently due to their proximity to their own traumas. laurent’s trauma was prolonged but a few years in the past; he’s had a lot of time to learn how to cope with it since. but damen’s trauma began when the story began, and it’s been intense and unrelenting basically the whole time: his father’s death, kastor and jokaste’s betrayal, his enslavement, his time in arles, his loss of identity by laurent’s side, and his forced return to his royal identity and obligations. that’s a lot of shit to unpack, and most of it is still happening. it's raw, and damen has had no time to process. nor has he received comfort, or even acknowledgement of what's happened to him as the trauma it is.

"he realised that his breathing had been unsteady for some time." this is a person experiencing a ptsd trigger for what might be the very first time, realizing as it happens just how quickly and thoroughly trauma can disorient his mental, physical, and emotional awareness and self-control. there is the complex intellectual development i discussed in the previous comment re: damen's feelings about slavery, but it's also this visceral gut reaction that tells damen and the reader that things will never be the same.

‘Wait.’ He couldn’t send her naked through the camp. ‘Here,’ he unpinned his cloak, and whirled it around her shoulders. He felt the wrongness of it, pushing against every protocol. ‘The guard will escort you back.’

he felt the wrongness of doing the right thing, but he still did it anyway. i think that is a big moment for damen, especially relating to akielion slavery.

i know i talk a lot about laurent in these notes, because i love laurent very much. but i also love damen, and i’m glad that he is our narrator. his pov is a big reason why these books work, in their chosen genre, at all. and i do think that this genre was a choice—laurent may be living a gritty psychological thriller, but a big theme of the series as a whole is that laurent was sweet in the past, and has the right to a life where he can be sweet again. but laurent, as we meet him at the start of these books, is heartless by choice. damen is many things, but he is never heartless. and whatever genre these books are, i think they're deeply defined by the fact that they're written with heart. they are not cynical, and they are not jaded. that's why damen, and not laurent, is our narrator. laurent's cynicism and jadedness are a foil to damen's idealism and trusting/forgiving nature. while damen does have some things to learn from laurent about strategy and cultural misconceptions, the ethos of the series matches damen's emotional and philosophical outlook far more than laurent's. ultimately, damen's heart helps laurent reclaim his sweetness, and become a better ruler and happier person. damen's heart is also what leads damen himself to reform akielion slavery, unite his kingdom with vere, and step out from his father's shadow. this is, at the end of the day, damen's story. and i don't think it would be the same story, with the same meaning or heart, if it was told by anyone else.

which, regarding meaning—in addition to the individual chapters, i do want to start thinking more about some of the more overarching things going on with capri. so i might as well start now. and if i had to start formulating an overall series thesis at this point in the re-read, i think it would have something to do with the concepts of submission and captivity.

captivity and submission both imply, in our common perception, a coerced and degrading loss of free will. and we certainly see that, in the way damen and laurent have both been held captive and degraded throughout their stories. we also see how, despite being victims themselves, they both have used captivity and submission to coerce and degrade others (laurent coerces and degrades damen to avenge his brother) and deny them free will (damen is complicit in the institution of akielion slavery, which denies slaves free will). for a lot of the series, damen and laurent are in constant disagreement about which of them is morally worse—damen thinks laurent is worse because of the coercion and degradation, laurent thinks damen is worse, and therefore deserves the coercion and degradation, because damen is complicit in akielion slavery and killed his brother. but we as the reader start to realize, as the series goes on, that they're both right about some things, both wrong about other things, both hypocrites on occasion, both doing harm, both trying to help, both captors, and both captives.

from this, it would make sense to assume that captivity and submission are the problem here, and the story's thesis is that those concepts are always dishonorable. however, i don't think that's the point at all. i think capri is about the ways captivity and submission can be honorable, if actively chosen with the moral responsibility, complex thought, and emotional depth of a person with free will. after all, what are loyalty and integrity, if not freely-chosen emotional and intellectual captivity? what are vulnerability and attachment, if not physical and emotional submission freely given?

damen and laurent are both complicated people who do dishonorable things. however, in their own respective arcs and in their shared romantic plotline, they both come to understand the multifaceted nature of captivity and submission, and reclaim those concepts as sources of empowerment, healing, and positive change. it's the difference between damen being forced to submit to laurent as a slave in arles in book 1, and damen choosing to stay by laurent's side in book 2 as a man. it's the difference between laurent submitting to his uncle, being manipulated into vulnerability so he can degraded and abused, and submitting to damen, making himself vulnerable despite his trauma so he can be truly loved and cared for.

this isn't a fully formed thesis yet, but it's good to at least get it cooking. and i'm not trying to guess the author's intention as much as summarize my own succinct interpretation. there isn't, like, One Right Answer here, and i'm not setting out to read the author's mind.

but still, i dunno, man… i think i'm onto something. after all, we have these major arcs about damen realizing slavery is wrong and laurent struggling with submission, and yet both of them proudly choose to keep the cuffs. and in a more metatextual sense, the evolution of this story's genre and purpose (slavekink erotica -> whatever the fuck these books are) is not irrelevant. so i'll keep an eye on it, and hopefully come up with something solid by the end of the re-read. i unironically love the challenge of writing a succinct thesis, which is not the nerdiest thing i've ever said, but it's definitely in the top 5.

#capri #sam reads capri #captive prince #kings rising #lamen #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #this one is very damen-centric yay <3333

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 11 months

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I really really loved the Asexual!Tav x Astarion fic. I felt so seen. I have read my good share of smut (there is no shame in a good smut fic, even as an ace) but this? This made me feel so many things. I loved it. As for the oneshot/headcanon ideas... Maybe Asexual!Tav wanting to find something sexy to wear for themselves (because damn right, ace people can wear sexy clothes and look amazing doing so) or just Tav and Astarion being silly together. But! Don't feel obligated to write about these! I just wanted you to know that this fic... I have never went to Ao3 so fast to read the last chapter.

Thank you so much! I can't tell you how much it warmed my heart to real this. It genuinely means a lot.

These are both great prompts which I would love to get too eventually. I don't have it in me to write a one-shot right now, but I will gladly spew some random Asexual!Tav and Astarion being silly together.

Astarion x AsexaulBard!Tav Masterlist

Okay, I feel like I need to say it, but after Ace!Tav and Astarion are officially together the flirting only gets worse

Like before there was an agenda; Astarion was testing the waters of their interest while Tav was playing along, enjoying the attentions while not wanting to give a fully false impression

Now with the air clear they're free to flirt because it's just fun

There are no expectations except to make the other laugh or possibly blush

It drives the rest of the party insane

Astarion: If you're looking for inspiration my love, you can always write me a sonnet; something about my eyes shining like diamonds in the moonlight. Tav: Cliche and over done. Besides, how could I compare them to anything less than the brightest ruby illuminated by dragonfire. Astarion: Oh, do go on.

Also feel the need to clarify that this Tav grew up on the streets and so has come to the conclusion that stealing from the rich is okay

They have very willingly played to a crowd of merchants, allowing for Astarion to rob them blind

Astarion: *presents them with a necklace* Tav: Please don't tell me you spent money on this. Astarion: Not at all. I got it at a wonderful five finger discount. Tav: In that case, I accept.

If they ever attend a party and Ace!Tav isn't performing, you can find them near the buffet table

I've said before in previous headcanons, I don't think Astarion is one for dancing; he's become more open to it after he and Tav get together, but there is a difference between a private lesson with his love and being in public

This leads him to make the rounds gathering as much gossip as he can before reporting back to Tav

Meanwhile Tav, once starving bard/artist, will never turn down free food and will stay planted at the buffet table the entire night; plus you know the best gossip comes from the wait staff

Basically they're a couple of messy bitches who are obsessed with the tea and yes are, in fact, talking about you

That all being said, Tav is still the moral compass; help kids when you can, only steal from those who can afford it, avoid murder if possible etc, its the pettiness they indulge it

Certainly they're a theatrical couple, prone to distracting banter and petty theft, but it's plain enough to see how deeply they care about each other

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #asexual!tav #asexual!reader #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #asexual #bard!tav #astarion x ace!tav #i want it all #astarion bg3 #astarion baldur's gate #astarion x evie

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archivalofsins · 4 months

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The point of Milgram,

"There's no such thing as a completely good or evil individual. Everyone is a unique mixture of their own best and first qualities. Working towards growth, recognizing the self, and our own capacity to do harm is truly the only way we can create a livable environment for not only ourselves but the people around us. Viewing oneself or others as completely right or wrong is directly contradictory to the human experience and dulls are ability to show compassion and leniency not only to ourselves but those around us."

The fandom interpretation of Mikoto Kayano amd Yuno Kashiki,

"False they've never done anything wrong in their lives ever. Milgram is falsely imprisoning them both for living their lives. Never seen a person more right. Yuno didn't even kill anyone those men in her videos aren't important at all this series is just judging her for pursuing her own autonomy smh. Plus all Mikoto ever did was sleep is not his fault he has DiD and his alter is evii. Neither has ever done anything wrong and if milgram frames them as doing something wrong later than it's just ableist and misogynistic. I can't get how I'm the onky one seeing this- God it's so simple let's just keep it simple."

This can be applied to any character, but I think it impacts these two a bit too much. I say projecting because I hyper focus on Yuno and Mikoto all the time and am a petty bitch. But also, it's totally fine when I say Mikoto is the goodest of good guys who could never hurt anybody because anything goes for the bit. He's so honest- Source trust him he said so. Be fucking egregious if anybody formed an opinion other than the one conveniently placed in front of us. That's sarcasm by the way.

Meanwhile, with Yuno, I'm just like-

Sorry they keep doing this to you. Seems like you're going to need to take the Kazui smile until it gets better approach. You know that thing you have put on display repeatedly you cannot do through lyrics such as,

"I can't smile well anymore; it's because of you." And "Let's just do it, please smile."

The most like Kazui and the exact opposite in every way. Love these two characters more than anything, but Mikoto and Yuno have the exact opposite desires. Yuno wants people to see more than a pitiable and justified girl. For them to look deeper at her and view her as a person, not someone who they can label at their convenience. While Mikoto is just here like don't look at my depths I fear what's down there. Just believe this is all there is to me, and there's nothing more.

#milgram #mikoto kayano #yuno kashiki

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victimsofyaoipoll · 1 year

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Round 1

Propaganda Under Cut

Allura

Lots of people (myself included tbh) ship klance (Keith and Lance). In s8 the creators made Allura/Lance canon (but then they killed her off and left the ending ambiguous it was weird). Anyway the fandom treats her like she's the most terrible bitchy woman ever but all she wants to do is end the war and avenge her destroyed home planet. Yeah she wasn't always the nicest or always the best, but you could argue some other characters in the show aren't either and they aren't treated near as bad as allura. people really just hate her bc Lance liked her. I don't think allura/lance are good together, but I still liked her as a character and thought she was interesting and had a lot of growth during the show. she DEF is not evil like some people portray her as in fic or talk about her in captions on posts. I've seen people say that they HATE her and that she's the worst and I'm like ??? let her live (well sort of ig she is dead now). lots of fic writers use her as the villain which is so interesting to me bc the show literally has villains like use them. anyway allura so perfectly fits the bracket description she deserves better.

I hate to acknowledge my time in this fandom but I hate the way the fandom treated her more. Allura was treated like shit no matter what side of the Great Ship War you were on because she was always a threat to the biggest ships (klance and sheith). At best she got put into Background Lesbian or Consolation Prize Shallura (Space Mom-zoned) (She was not a motherly figure btw. She was just Black). At worst she was violently demonized for being ~racist~ (kinda not cool with the alien race that blew up her planet for a few episodes), complete with misogynistic language hurled at her (she got called a bitch sooo much). Allura was a good and cool character and the show did her dirty but the fandom was somehow worse.

i apologise for speaking the dark magicks, but amidst the voltron fandoms many, many transgressions, there were a particular subset of people who just hated this girl. the infamous klance wars of the 2010s kept this perfectly fine childrens cartoon character in the sights of shippers everywhere, and she (and her voice actress im sure) were subjected to years of petty squabble blown up to global perportions. ive seen hate, ive seen rants, ive seen fanfics that made her homophobic. girls been through the ringer, and even though voltron was never the show its fandom wanted it to be, i believe allura deserved better

Kayano Kaede

shes genuinely a really tragic character who had potential for a really compelling, effective arc concerning grief, identity, healing, and finding trust again all while going through the inherent ordeal of being 15 years old….if she werent a female character in a shonen anime 😭😭 instead she gets sidelined during the show up until her big plot twist reveal after which shes immediately sidelined again. whatever i still love her and know her to be a character of all time who has suffered more than jesus. in my experience shes perhaps the female character who like. ive seen most *obsessively* hated due to her “getting in the way” of the ship b/w the male protagonist + deuteragonist (bc of her proximity to the both of them) u woild think shes the devil incarnate and not just. 15 and traumatised

She had a crush on Nagisa and they kissed and a lot of fans ship him with Karma so theyre mad that Kaede is there. She is super silly and nice but the fandom hates her for standing in the way of karmagisa.

she's a sweet person that was an actor and loves her sister. she is the main love interest of the main character but doesn't interact with him more than most of the other characters for a majority of the story. Often I have seen them removed from the story only to become some homophobic jerk that's desperate for the main characters love instead of letting her keep the good friendship that her and the main character had before the romance.

#poll #round 1 #allura #princess allura #voltron #voltron legendary defender #kaede kayano #kayano kaede #assassination classroom

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princess-of-the-corner · 10 months

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Marinette being a protagonist with black-and-white thinking and low empathy high sympathy could have been interesting if they had her learn and grow from it instead of saying she's been right all along and barely giving her a slap on the wrist for the times she was being a jerk

YEAH IT'S

It's so fascinating because it's very. It's very realistic. I brought this point up with Chloé before but it also applies to Marinette where like.

She is a child who grew up believing certain things because that's what her parents taught her. And while in Mari's case her parents are teaching her /good/ things, she hasn't fully experienced the shades of gray that exist.

So a lot of her friends actions and even her own actions get excused in her mind because they're good people trying their best. Meanwhile someone 'bad' like Chloé can't do 'good' things without it having to be some kind of trick or secretly bad. She must be using Sabrina, she only thinks of Adrien as a trophy, etc.

And while Chloé is a complicated situation of being cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. She does bad things and good things and is hard to read.

But then we have Kagami!

Kagami is entirely innocuous! She isn't rude to Marinette, or anyone else! She's not a bully! She can be a touch arrogant and strong-headed, but she is very quick to admit and remedy her mistakes when she does so. Her only 'crime' is liking Adrien. But Marinette likes Adrien, and Marinette and Adrien are Good People™ in True Love™ so Kagami must be a Bad Person™ because she's trying to get between them! Since she's a Bad Person™, it's okay for the Good Person™ to stop their Evil Deeds™. When, in reality, Kagami is a nice-but-not-sugary-sweet person who was considered a cold bitch because Marinette was petty and jealous.

Zoé is the opposite example!

Marinette's first encounter with Zoé just involves Zoé buying pastries and not acting like a total bitch. So even though she shows up the next day as Chloé's half-sister who is just as mean as she is, Marinette goes 'oh but she was able to be nice to me once! Surely the nice is her real personality and this is just an act she feels she has to put on because of her shitty family!'. She happens to be right this time, but she has no proof that Zoé is 'good' other than one instance of not being a dick when there's probably plenty of times where Chloé has managed to purchase something without going full Karen-mode on a cashier.

Hell! Let's swing over to Adrien! Marinette 100% judged him and assumed he was Chloé 2.0 even though he was very obviously trying to clean off her seat and apologize then. He had to practically beg for forgiveness and then it's a 180 flip where 'oh he must be so perfect!'.

And yeah if Marinette ever really learned anything from these interactions..... The closest we get is the Adrien thing where it just flips Bad to Good, and the Kagami thing she feels bad about for like .5 seconds but never /really/ reconciles and becomes Kagami's friend until after the Adrigami breakup. (She might start at the end of Ikari Gozen, but she's still down to sabotage her in Heart Hunter so.)

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nikholascrow · 10 months

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god i love Evan so much

if you like these maybe check out the others :]

James Peter Marlene Regulus Xenophilius

Evan hcs!!!!

get very gay demiromantic asexual vibes from Evan

man SUCKS at communication he’d rather eat foam insulation than have an honest talk about his emotions

befriends Barty within like 10 minutes of getting on the train he just thinks Barty’s funny cause he’s not used to people acting so improper

Evans really smart but he has to work his ass off for it

lactose intolerant and he bonds with Reg over it while Barty teases them both

he’s a really good artist and he doodles roses on every piece of parchment he touches

calls Barty Bee

Has ‘girls’ nights with Pandora Lily Dorcas Marlene and Mary

The only one in the dorm that can do a half decent job painting nails so he does both Reg’s and Barty’s

Pandora does his hair for him

petty bitch and passive aggressive as hell

he’s a lightweight and Barty thinks it’s hilarious

almost all the slytherin first years look up to him some treat him like an older brother most are mildly scared/intimidated of/by him (he’s very protective of them)

I think he was probably a prefect maybe even head boy

Pandora and him are twins but Evan totally acts like the older brother

Very protective of his friends

doesn’t like quidditch but he’s goes to watch every game for Barty and Reg

all his clothes are pretty neat and classy at least during his first couple years of school but he has a funky sock drawer and i love him for it

Barty pierced Evan’s ears for him at 2am once after one of the rare occasions he opened up about his emotions and cried for awhile

jealous boy

he connects way better to animals and plants than he does to people

frequently pulls all-nighters for good. grades mans is running on caffeine related fumes

his favorite flowers are white roses

not quite as plant loving as pandora but he’s filled the dorm with house plants and refuses to let Barty touch a single one (Pandora named them all)

makes the best tea and coffee you have ever tasted

love the idea that Evan and Pan have a significantly younger brother that definitely loves pandora more and Evan will never stop being bitter about it (He loves Evan too he just won’t admit it)

Barty calls Evan pet names like darling babe/baby and honey jokingly all the time and it drives Evan insane but he also calls Evan E Ev/Evs and Evie because thats just how he shows affection

loves reading poetry snd also dark classics

i feel like hes an origami enjoyer

he’s super protective of kids especially ones with controlling parents cause he doesn’t want them to end up like him

he took most of the family pressure to try to protect Pandora

Regulus and Barty set up movie nights for him whenever he’s upset cause they know he won’t talk and the movies comfort him

feel free to leave asks with characters you want me to do next im gonna try to do all of them eventually but input helps a lot

also sorry about all the rosekiller in this one i suck at avoiding ships in hc lists i just love them

#marauders #dead gay wizards #evan rosier #rosekiller #regulus black #barty crouch junior #pandora rosier #nikos marauders hcs #marauders hc #marauders headcanon #fuck jkr

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miskamix · 3 months

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Young love [Chapter 6]

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Err sorry this took like 4 months to make

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"I'm sorry about what happened with you and chuuya.." i say quietly and look at him. I feel as if everything that happened between them was my fult. 'i shouldn't have joined that drinking game.. maybe then we wouldn't be in this situation' i think while putting my hand on dazai's shoulder as a way to try and comfort him.

"It isn't your fult.. its mine.. you got dragged into this because of me" I see him look down at his lap seeming like he was thinking about something. "is something wrong...?" i ask him quietly and i hear him sigh slightly, "...I've just been feeling quite down.. since what happened between me and chuuya... and that i miss my dad.." He mumbles under his breath and i can hear that hes trying not to cry in front of me. "..Your dad.? what happened to him? if you dont midn me asking" I sit down next to him while keeping a small distance from him. It takes a while before he actually says something "..He.. He died.. when i was 18.."

I just sit there in silence since i'm a bit shocked, i didn't expect him to tell me his dad fucking died!? I thought he was gonna say something like "My dad and i stoped talking because of a big fight we had!" Or something like that! "..oh.. thats terrible.." is the only thing i say before i just shut up and try to figure out what to say next, 'WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA SAY?? I'VE NEVER COMFORTED SOMEONE WHOSE DAD DIED' i panic a bit on the inside.

"..I.. uhh.. would.. you like a hug?" I open my arms slightly and i see him look at me for a bit, before hesitantly moving closer to me until we are actually hugging. "..just know you can talk to me about anything you want.. i may not be the best person to comfort someone but i will try my best" i say nervously while patting his back. I hear him chuckle at my bad attempt at comforting him.

For a while me and Dazai just sit there talking about stuff like school and other things that have happened in the pest few months. "who do you think made up the rumor about us hooking up in the bathroom?" i suddenly ask him and he goes quiet. after a few seconds he opens his mouth to answer "If i'm honest, i have no idea, i don't really know anyone who would do that. Like, there are some petty bitches here but i'm pretty sure no one would be that petty to do that, and we don't really have any enemies i would say" He says and looks at me, "or? have you made any enemies?" i look at him and shake my head, "no, i can't recall becoming enemies with anyone, and if i'm honest i haven't really talked to anyone other then you, chuuya, our next door neighbors and like 4 other people"

While me and Dazai talk about the rumor, we hear Chuuya walk out of his bedroom to go to the bathroom and we both quiet down. "...I wasn't expecting to see him up this late.." I whisper under my breath and get up to go to my room. "I'll go to bed now so i don't have to bother with Chuuya if he wants to pick a fight" i say to Dazai and he just nods.

When i get into the room i kick some clothes out of the way and walk over to my bed, 'My parents would kill me if they saw this mess' i think while throwing my shirt onto the pile of clothes. I quickly puff up my pillow and lay down in my bed while pulling the blanket over me. While trying to fall asleep i listen to the rain drops hitting the window quietly. I toss and turn for a bit before i find a comfortable position to lay in.

After some time i just take my phone to scroll on it for a bit since i can't sleep, and while on instagram i see someone commented "Fucking homewrecking whore" on one of my posts. "..bitch.. you look like monkey with a birth defect.." i mumble while insulting the person back.

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This chapter is a lot shorter then the other ones since i got lazy(again) also sorry for no new chapters since february 💀 Anywasy there might one more chapter coming but idk yet, i'm on summer break so i have more time now. sorry for any spelling mistakes if there are any!

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Author love!!!! What are the 5 favourite fics you’ve ever written and why?

💚💙💜💚💙💜 Nonnie, know I am laying the gentlest of kisses upon your forehead and hugging you tightly.

Honestly though Nonnie, I enjoyed writing all of these for a variety of reasons. Each piece I've written holds a special place to me. Also please know Nonnie I cried when I got thise because i've been feeling a little blah about my writing but I went back and reread these and remembered why I loved them while I was trying to figure out which of my works i would add to this because damn it was HARD narrowing it down to five once I started rereading my stuff. So you know what people you should take the time every now and again to reread your own stuff!

In no particular order, here are my favorites I've written:

You Make Me Bold, You Make Me Strong: DCEU, Clois, NSFW.

Perhaps, she thinks, maybe she’ll get him to come once more for her. Though, she muses as she tilts her head, watches the way he pants, the way he’s gripping the sheets — doing his level best not to tear or damage them — she could probably squeeze two more out of him. Before calling it a night and letting him rest. Yes, she decides and shifts, widening her knees, getting herself more balanced, she’ll get two more out of him before letting him float without flying.

Why: Because Clark absolutely DESERVES to be railed by his petite wife and her collection of stap-ons! Like, come on! He's a good boy! He deserves to be rawed and turned into a crying, whiney, blubbering, over stimulated mess.

Didn't Know I Was Lost: Star Wars, Obikin, Modern AU.

No, no, he thinks and shakes his head before pinching himself harshly on his cheek. “Ouch,” he muttered to himself, opening his eyes as he ignored the sting. Swallowing, around the lump once again forming in his throat, he simply stares. Because Obi-wan was still there. Still wrapped up in a perfectly tailored suit and his long beige coat, sitting with no bag in front of his front door. Or both Obi-wan and Anakin both try to make a grand gesture, but only one of them succeeds at it. Also feelings are discussed.

Why: This was honestly a delight to write, despite the angsty bits of it. It kind of just poured out of me and was like my hands were possessed as the story just flowed onto the doc. Was also beyond fun to play around and pack in so much emotion to the only one bed prompt.

The Malfunction: The Flash, Coldflash, Modern/Model AU.

Because of course Iris had mentioned at the last family dinner that she had been asked to cover one of the hottest stories in Central. Barry just wishes he’d bothered to actually ask her which one because standing not ten feet from him is Leonard Snart, Barry’s ultimate celebrity crush and a personal hero of his. *AU where Len is a model and he meets awkward Barry, a tech at a photo shoot.

Why: I wrote this when I was dealing with some feelings about my body issues and this is what came out as a result of me just deciding to not give a fuck about other's opinions and being comfortable with myself! I specifically wrote it as coldflash though, because of Wentworth Miller, who's own statements about people commenting about his body, also helped me with mine.

I'll Be Your Guard Heart: TGM, Hangster, Shifter AU.

Jake only loses control when it comes to Bradley Bradshaw and he was okay with that.

Why: Because I needed Jake to be an absolutely petty, feral, over protective, possessive bitch that's hidden under a veneer of cocky asshole! Really though, it was fun to write. Fun to come up with. And it's been fun expanding upon! (because I am planning to add more to this universe eventually!) Plus it is my favorite thing I've written so far this year.

Uncovering the Meaning: The Flash, Coldflash, Soulmate AU.

“It doesn’t matter, Leo. The little freak wouldn’t love you anyway. No one could love you, boy!” Lewis taunted cruelly. Len felt himself flinch from the memory of his father’s voice from the nightmare that’d woken him up. He brought his left hand to rub at the deep scar on the left side of his chest, but after a moment, he simply laid his palm flat against it.

Why: This was the first thing I'd written in years that was longer than 2k, so it holds a special place in my heart. Plus I met my bestie @asexual-fandom-queen through writing this!

#nixie answers #anonymous #obikin #coldflash #hangster #clois #dcu #star wars #sereshaw #the flash #tgm #top gun maverick #nixie's writing #my writing

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𝐕𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐗 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — where an event thrown at psg has Evan Henderson crawl back to his ex for forgiveness but she already has other plans

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappe x amara imani, Evan Henderson (oc) x Amara imani (oc)

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — va dire a ton ex [dadju]

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @lorarri @charlesleclercistheloveofmylife

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gracey sierra wood was truly a godsend gift — amara was certain of that.

just the way the black woman handled the entire press since it had been leaked online that amara had resorted to legal help for evan, she couldn’t have been more thankful that she had put her trust in grace three years ago.

was suing evan a smart idea? probably not. but did it make her feel like a badass bitch? absolutely.

as much as amara prided herself on not being petty and resentful, her pride would have probably hurt a lot more if she had let him get away with it. she couldn’t resent the press, after all they had only done their jobs that they were paid for. but evan… she couldn’t find any other excuse for him except his fragile masculinity that could explain why he had spread all those lies.

or maybe he had always been this malicious and amara had turned a blind eye to it because she thought she loved him — either way, she couldn’t explain his doings and what had exactly happened for him to do her so wrong. but she was adamant on not letting it go just like that. she wouldn’t allow the media to forget for people to forget what evan henderson had done. and that had been where grace had come in.

the two had spent nights hunched over documents (occasionally with kylian providing them snacks) as they looked for a way to avenge amara without tarnishing her newly restored image. while discussing several strategies, grace provided her advice as best friend as well as manager, making sure that amara was still the one winning and not leaving empty. the singer honestly couldn’t remember anymore how she had done when grace hadn’t been in her life — the south african girl had been for so long already in her life.

their relationship had started out simple. amara had been a fresh lamb in the music industry, walls built up high as she was careful who she trusted while grace had lived for a time in the music industry due to her parents being known music producers. the two girls had been made for each other — one wanted to make a name for herself, the other wanted to leave her name and create a new one. both fit perfectly.

for the legal issue, amara didn’t have much experience. she had actually wanted to keep the lawsuit between the two parties but someone (and they all knew very well who) had leaked it to the press that amara wanted to drag evan to court. and by the time they had found out who, it was already all over the news.

even though that had been two weeks ago, amara still hasn’t faced evan yet. originally they would have been forced to meet with each other, when amara had launched the lawsuit but her ex-boyfriend had snubbed both meetings (for which amara was very glad) — his lawyers had tried to get her to settle for a specific sum but she had rejected each one. her career was not something that could be bought, amara had thought at the meeting.

was she malicious for suing him just after his girlfriend had broken up with him? maybe. but it felt good to give evan a taste of his own medicine. after all, all the pain, each tear she had shed, every panic attack she had experienced— all that needed to be avenged and she had to start somewhere.

and of course, kylian was her biggest supporter — as he had said, where she went he went (tu monte, je monte, tu descends, je descends) and nothing could make him break his promise, not even a lawsuit. kylian was known as someone who liked his privacy; he was one of the most discussed topics in football every year and yet the only information people knew about him was what he was willing to let them know. and yet he had never felt so ready to take court to defend the woman he loved, screw what the world would think. all that mattered was she.

he had comforted her during the meetings with the lawyers, had convinced her to change her previous solicitors when he had had a premonition that they were truly representing her and tried to schedule meetings in between his training sessions to support her the best he could— it was exhausting, with both having two different important events coming up but both tried to make it work the best they could.

she was grateful for the way her boyfriend understood her so quickly and tried to be the positive side when things were crashing down, especially since she had no idea what she was actually doing and had never been to court. well, she had a small idea of court but her knowledge was mostly based on seasonal reruns of how to get away with murder and who knows how accurate those were — shortly, she had no plan and was just following what people were telling her.

and that had been where grace sweeped in to save the day again. scheduling meetings with evan’s lawyers, negotiating appearances for her, defending her when they tried to make her come across as a petty bitch who wanted money— amara honestly felt like a ghost during those, her mind wandering far away as her best friend handled those things. she truly wondered how johnny depp and amber heard had the energy to go through these twice; she hadn’t even accomplished one trial and she was already tired. (but god forbid, someone aired their trial live, that would really be the downfall for all of them, including evan).

right now wasn’t the moment to focus on those things anyway. she had more important things to do; for example choosing an outfit to wear to the psg benefit gala. what sounded so easy turned out to be more complicated than she had thought. that was also the reason why she hadn’t hired a stylist — how should she have known that it would be so difficult to find the right dress?

and again, deep hate and resentment bubbled up in her when she realized why she struggled so much with her outfit choice — even apart, evan still managed to traumatize her. when they had been dating, without even noticing she had let evan take control over her own body. body shame her and lower her self-esteem. the more she looked back, the more she realized that had not been love — it was toxic and a power play.

he had chosen what she wore on the rare occasions that she had managed to convince him to go out with her. evan had found that date nights were unnecessary, just a waste of money. she had to practically beg him if she wanted a nice night out with him instead of spending the entire evening in front of the tv. And for the times when they went out, things between them hadn’t been any healthier.

with evan being very possessive and judging, amara had truly never been able to wear what she actually wanted even though she had a closet full of gorgeous dresses. her ex-boyfriend had disliked most of those, either dissatisfied with the amount of cleavage they revealed or how much they showed her legs off. he had reasoned it off with explaining how men thought and that they would probably get ideas if she wore a too shiny dress. and because she didn’t want to ruin the mood, she complied and he chose simple dresses for her. dresses that undermined how extraordinary she was. the constant judgment had chipped away at her self-esteem, leaving her feeling unsure about her own sense of style.

but now evan wasn’t there anymore and she was responsible for her own outfits. which is how she found herself on the floor, her once tidy space transformed into a realm of fabrics, patterns, and colors as she tried not to panic while the hours ticked away and the pile of clothes grew taller.

what did people normally wear to such galas? when kylian had asked her whether she had wanted to be his date (even though the two weren’t public yet) she had immediately accepted, scared that maybe if he thought too long about it, he’d take the offer back again. back then, she couldn’t have phantomed how difficult the choice of the outfit would have been. and she needed to shine, after all it would be their first night out as a couple and she absolutely needed to slay for that one. even if the media didn’t know about them.

‘this one makes me look like a prostitute’ she thought, tossing the red dress on one of the huge piles of clothes. ‘that one shows my fat thighs too much’, she thought, remembering that the last time she had worn that dress, evan had suggested that she should get plastic surgery. ‘this one’s for nuns’ she exclaimed angrily in her head, throwing it behind her.

taking a deep breath, she inhaled loudly before exhaling and letting out a piercing scream. her stomach turned and she used all her willpower to keep herself from throwing up and crying. another side effect of evan. she just couldn't shake off the feeling that dressing up would only invite similar criticism, even though she knew that kylian could never be evan.

she grabbed her phone as she contemplated whether she should call kylian and cancel. she was a mess, there was chaos and she absolutely didn’t really feel in the mood to go to an event if she wasn’t even able to choose an outfit. and she could still feel the way her body tensed as she thought back to the times when evan’s disapproving gaze had made her feel small and insignificant.

amara’s mind was absent as she curled up on the floor. she hadn’t noticed kylian entering her bedroom, too deep in her thoughts to even acknowledge anything going on around her. she didn’t see him approach her from behind, ignoring the state of her room as he approached her, without a word. her body reacted instantly to his scent, her muscles immediately relaxing and she enjoyed his presence, a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.

a part of the nervousness disappeared when she felt kylian’s arms wrap gently around her, enveloping her in a warm and reassuring embrace. she cuddled closer into his chest, her hand immediately intertwining with his as she found solace in his arms. they didn’t need words, they understood each other with touches, small hugs — affection.

“tu veux me dire ce qui ce passe?” he asked her softly, nuzzling his hand on her neck as he felt her heartbeat take a steady rhythm again. she shook her head, her mind still filled with doubts and continued to draw circles on his skin in an attempt to calm down. — do you wanna tell me what’s going on?

they stayed like that for another ten minutes, completely forgetting that they were expected at the other side of the town. somehow spending the evening cuddling and spooning seemed so much more tempting than wasting their time at a gala and having to play pretend with people that were only there for publicity. kylian had always cared about welfare - which had prompted him to open his own organization - but spending the evening at the benefit gala, thrown by psg, it just felt wrong. even if the cause was right.

“soo…,” he began softly, trailing off as his hands trailed down her body, halting at her hips. “qu’est-ce qu’il y a, ma belle? ça ressemble à une tempête ici.” — what’s the matter, beautiful? it looks like a storm here

amara shrugged, her eyes staring emotionless at the ceiling. “couldn’t find a dress. none of them seem to fit.”

he chuckled, staring at all those clothes around them. “you wanna tell me from all those piles of clothes, you didn’t like one dress?”

“i can’t just wear any dress. this is my first event since the scandal and in case i’m caught by paps, i can’t look like i just threw a random outfit together. plus it’s our first event as a couple.” she added, her voice turning shy at the end.

she detached herself from kylian’s arms, crawling to one of the many piles of clothes and held up a blue dress. “that one makes me look like a nun. i would be a feast for ruthless journalists.” she muttered angrily, throwing it at kylian who caught it perplexed.

she picked up another dress, a beautiful silver dress that reached her knees and had a long slit down her right side. “the media tore me apart when i wore this one. i was slutshamed for weeks just because it showed a bit of my décolleté and men couldn’t help themselves but stare at my breasts. but of course they blamed me.” she laughed bitterly as she recalled the memory.

kylian’s heart broke as he listened to her rant, feeling a sting whenever she brought herself down because of a simple dress. his eyes softened and he grabbed her arm tenderly, preventing her from throwing another dress.

“amara, i can assure you, you are beautiful. no matter what the media says, you are one of the most beautiful persons to have walked this earth. and who cares about the gala. you don’t have to be afraid anymore of wearing something nice. you can wear whatever you want. on s’en fou de média.” — screw the media

“and there’s the next problem,” she exclaimed annoyingly, sitting down angrily on the bed. “i’m not used to this. the whole going out thing. evan didn’t like to go out.”

“well, we already established that evan was an idiot. a big insecure money baby who couldn’t appreciate what he had,” kylian clarified, his voice soft and tender. he smiled at her fondly. “the problem was never you but him. don’t let anyone’s judgment from the past — and especially from an idiot like him — hold you back from looking like the supernova that you are. tu es ethereal, avec ou sans belle robe.” — you are ethereal, with or without beautiful dress

if amara could, she would have proposed to him right on the spot — his words had touched her deep, not to forget that in nearly two years with evan, nothing remotely close had ever left his lips in hope to lift amara’s self-confidence. instead he destroyed her further from the inside, nourishing her self-doubts and insecurities. she truly asked herself how that devil had managed to stay in her life for so long.

she hesitated at first but nodded firmly and started to put her dresses back into her closet, kylian passing her the huge piles of clothes. she grinned at kylian, who matched her face expression, both knowing that they were more than late as parisian traffic was horrible. but they were enjoying each other's presence too much to stress now.

after having finished with cleaning up and putting every dress back, amara rummaged a bit through all those dress before taking off two from their hangers. both were gorgeous, breathtaking even but her brows furrowed a bit in uncertainty as she scrutinized them. she put the second dress back as she reminded herself of kylian’s words, warmth spreading through her body when she remembered them.

putting the dress on, she stared at herself hesitantly, more specifically at the sleek black cocktail dress with a gold chain gracing her waist that hugged her curves and revealed a lot of her cleavage. trying to pull the dress a bit lower without showing too much of her breasts, she turned around, instantly panicking when kylian didn’t say anything and instead just stared at her.

hesitantly, she asked him, “is this dress okay? i can change it if you think it’s too much cleavage.”

as if woken up by his trance with her voice, kylian gently turned her around, placing his hands on her waist as they faced the mirror. she saw the way his eyes filled with adoration and love as he drew her closer to his chest and pressed a tender kiss on her neck that sent shivers down amara’s body and created a feeling of butterflies in her stomach. “mon amour, you don’t have to worry,” he began, his voice low and gentle as his kisses trailed up her neck. “wear whatever you want, i can fight.”

god was truly great for not having given her the ability to blush. the way kylian had said those two sentences, his voice low but yet filled with love and devotion — she had never felt so beautiful. he saw her in such a different light, as one of the most brilliant and loving people in the world. she was the sun in his universe, the one that brightened his day every time.

she bit her lip, stopping herself from laughing as she watched their reflection in the mirror. amara turned around, putting her hands around his neck as she pulled him close. she leaned in, their foreheads touching and grinned at him. “you’re the best boyfriend i’ve ever had,” she gave him a small peck, smiling at him.

evan was over —he was history, the past. someone amara no longer needed to pay attention to. and probably never see him again except for the ongoing lawsuit. she had kylian and that was enough, she had never needed more.

“and hopefully your last one.”

she gave him another quick peck again before they let go of each other, kylian grabbing his phone while amara reached for her high heels next to the mirror and started to do her make-up.

standing before her huge mirror, her confidence growing as she looked at herself wearing that gorgeous dress, she fell completely in love with an ethereal version of herself. the first step to loving was loving yourself and amara could happily say that she had succeeded, that she had learned to love herself.

a soft, yellowish light from the mirror lightened up her face, pointing out her beauty and kylian looked up from his phone, completely forgetting it as he looked at his girlfriend in awe.

captivated by the way she applied the cosmetic products so gracefully, he sat on the bed as he memorized every of her products and moves. his heart was probably beating at an unhealthy rhythm, full with love and a smile graced his lips. he had never felt that way, full of joy and happiness, not even when he had won the world cup and even less about a woman. he must have been the luckiest guy on the world if he was able to call the gorgeous woman in front of her his own.

the more he watched her do what seemed to be the most mundane thing to her, the bigger the urge came up to touch her. to feel her warmth and hold her close. creeping up from behind her, she shrieked up in surprise when his breath tickled her ear. he leaned closely and whispered, “t’es tellement belle.” his lips were inches away from hers, longing to connect with hers. — you’re so beautiful

she turned her head slightly, looking at him playfully with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she blew him an air kiss. his lips formed a small pout making her let out a light, melodious laugh. “merci cherie. but still, not yet.” she teased, her eyes twinkling with affection. “let me finish quickly, we’re already late,” she scolded him jokingly, pushing him back on the bed.

she smirked at him through the mirror, applying her final layer of lipstick and putting on her shoes before she could finally present herself to kylian. she turned around, her face wearing a smile able to illuminate the entire room and stepped closer to kylian who was rendered speechless for a moment. his eyes gazed at her, filled with pure love and happiness.

unable to contain himself any longer, he leaned in and kissed her passionately, their lips meeting in a fervent embrace, and amara’s initial surprise gave way to a reciprocated intensity. for a few moments, the world faded away around them and the only people that existed were them.

though amara pulled back after a few seconds, pouting slightly as she looked at him accusingly. “ky, you’re gonna ruin my lipstick,” she murmured softly, her words met with a grin from kylian who couldn’t help but smile cheekily at her. she rolled her eyes at his reaction and grabbed her black clutch along his hand, dragging him along. “come on, we’re already late.”

“i don’t they would mind if we didn’t show up,” he replied nonchalantly, shrugging dismissively.

“i know, but i’ll mind donc bouge tes fesses,” she retorted back sassily as they walked out of her apartment, not ignoring the way kylian rolled his eyes. “and stop rolling your eyes at me.” — move your ass

“your wish is my command.”

the party was fully in motion when amara and kylian finally arrived. the psg event organizers had spared no expense, and the result was a visual masterpiece that left an unforgettable impression. entering the room, they found themselves in a stub in a modern black interior, clearly inspired by the famous starlight room. huge chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling, projecting a soft glow over the entire room and with the help of well-placed projectors, beams of light danced gracefully, creating a mesmerizing light-spectacle on the ceiling and the floor.

the gala was undoubtedly the footballer event of the year with psg being renowned for their extravagant galas. invitations were not only priced but also not extended to just anyone. the room neatly organized with tables for eight places to ensure that there would be enough space. each table was decorated with lavish golden accents, matching the aesthetic of the interior design. and to add a personal touch to the evening, a small card graced each table, elegantly displaying the seating arrangement.

amara and kylian didn’t have to search long for their table with their friends calling them over the moment they walked through the door. they had been lucky that psg had instituted an absolutely no-picture rule for the event, giving them the chance to attend together without having to fear for exposure. they joined their friends, who immediately started to gush and tease the couple over their little tardiness as they enjoyed the privacy of being able not to hide around each other.

little did they know a pair of hardened eyes watched them from afar, with a glass of champagne and a bucket tone of regret.

a fault confessed is half redressed. which is why evan henderson here, was agreeing that he was a total dick.

regret wasn’t enough to explain how he felt. disgusted with himself, ashamed, embarrassment were all feelings he had experienced in those past few days since it had gone public he and kaia had split. the two hadn’t even lasted long and their honeymoon phase had lasted as long as the attention on amara had when the scandal had gotten out. looking back now, he wasn’t even sure whether they truly had a honeymoon phase or if they just lived off the adrenaline that they were the top news of the moment. it wouldn’t surprise him if it was the latter — after all, that’s how everything had started.

he and kaia had started working together for a few modeling gigs and soon, the tension between them grew unbearable with old history and past feelings coming up. before he even realized, there were subtle touches between them and official working hours turned into late nights spent at her place. and during all that he had been able to lie to his girlfriend without even batting an eyelash.

he had been horrible to amara and that was her way of karma finally getting to him. thinking back to how they meet, he truly recognized that he had never valued her worth. from the way they had started dating to when they broke up, he had never had the decency to even lift a finger for her. work a bit to earn her. she’d always been a little side piece that he dragged along wherever he went and he knew she didn’t know any better — another thing he had exploited: her innocence in love.

the two had had an age gap. he was way more mature than she was and he had already experienced his couple of love affairs in hollywood. she had been new to his world and had used the media to guide her, making her land in front of him as this innocent lamb that he had destroyed. he had cheated on her and she had forgiven, he had hit her and put the blame on her and she had accepted, she hadn’t left when she should have because he had manipulated her into staying. staying when she should have left a long time ago. she had given him more than anyone else ever had and he had ruined it.

and what made it worse was that he missed her so fucking much. from all the girlfriends he had gone out with in his life, she had been the first one to be genuine about her feelings. she had cared for him while he had humiliated her on a daily basis.

to be honest, he hadn’t been completely horrible with her from day one. his unexplainable behavior had started maybe a year into their relationship. after his parents had expressed their disdain for her and he had grown bored of her but didn’t want to leave her (which he realized now he should have done).

he had been a coward and the regret was eating him alive. nagging at him and tearing him apart in his sleep. why had he even spread all this lies about her? why was the public’s opinion so important for him in his relationship? after all that that had been the reason why and said all those things about her. he didn’t want her to have the victim side, the one that had been wronged. he needed it to be him and kaia if their relationship was to have a chance in the media. he hadn’t care about the damage that he could cause. and at first it had worked, he had scared her into hiding and she had kept her mouth shut.

but had he expected her to turn up with chart winning songs and a fucking album that clearly indicated she had another man? — not in a million years. perhaps he could have never phantomed that outcome because he spent his time treating her horrible and painting her horrible to all paper outlets, or because he could see how many songs he had gotten from her. and that man had already proved to everyone that he was the better man.

the lawsuit was only a small sting compared to the pain he felt when he saw amara with another man. he would have to be truly blind to not recognize her the moment she stepped into the room accompanied by a man he assumed to be her new boyfriend. he had immediately recognized the dress she wore, the black cocktail dress he had once accused her of looking like a slut with it. even though it looked gorgeous on her and he saw that now— when she wasn’t his to touch anymore.

his hands gripped the glass tighter as he watched her laugh and hide her face in that man’s neck. he felt like throwing up when he neared her face and whispered something in her ear that made her nudge him lightly — evan remembered the way she would always jokingly scold him like that. he wished it was him again who her eyes looked at, who was on the other end of her smiles. he saw the twinkle in her eyes, the one that he had extinguished a year into their relationship. it was sparkling brightly now, mischievous and playfully. she was actually happy.

god, he would do everything to talk to her again and he seized his opportunity when amara excused herself to go the bathroom. he put his glass down, following her to the bathroom and casually leaned next to the door as he waited for her to come out.

“so that’s the mysterious boyfriend who’s letting you wear something like this?”

amara froze, goosebumps appearing on her skin. she recognized his voice instantly, there were no doubts — no second guessing that this was her ex-boyfriend. she hadn’t seen him waiting for her as she exited the bathroom as he had hid in the shadows next to the door or else she wouldn’t have gone. she would have stayed next to kylian and waited for him to accompany her.

a bit shocked by the way he talked to her, she turned around with a disgusted expression, facing him. “well, he’s not an insecure, spoiled prat who thinks he possess his girlfriend's body,” she sassed back, turning on her heel swiftly.

“wait,” he called her back. “i’m sorry.”

she raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms. “that’s all you can do? sorry? you really wasted my time, didn’t you?” she asked him rhetorically, about to make her way back but evan held her back again.

“no, please don’t go yet,” he begged her, wanting to grab her hand but she stepped back. “i am truly sorry about what i made you live through. i treated you horribly and acted like an asshole. those months apart were the hardest and made me realize how much i screwed up. they made me see what i had taken for granted and lost just because i didn’t know what i wanted.”

looking into his eyes, amara saw that he was genuine and sincere but all she could think of when she saw his face were those months spent in pain. her bruised wrists, the constant yelling and mental manipulation. she couldn’t associate evan with anything positive. “you truly loved me and i threw that away because i wanted to play playboy. no one ever loved me like you and showed me what a true connection with a person really felt like the way you did. i am sorry it took me losing you to recognize your worth,” he looked at her sadly, hoping to find a small part of hope in her eyes that could indicate that his apology was working. “please let’s forget all this and go back to the way we were. let me make it up to you. we can forget the lawsuit and all that.”

she laughed coldly, staring at him boldly. “do you know what you made me go through during that time we were ‘apart’,” she asked him incredulously. “did you ever realize what you actually did? you didn’t take my money, you didn’t just cheat on me. you had an affair behind my back. you destroyed my career. you ruined my name just because you thought you could. because you were insecure that maybe, maybe people could actually have sympathy with me. i had mental breakdowns because of you. i cancelled my tour because of you. those are not things i’m just going to forget.”

and she wasn’t finished, continuing with her tone unwavering. “you’re right. you didn’t acknowledge my worth. the problem though is that you still don’t. it took kaia leaving you and a lawsuit for you to realize that the least you owed me was an apology,” she ranted angrily. “and even then i’m not even sure that can be called a true apology for all the things you did. you ruined your chance by taking me for granted. and i’m over it now. even if you were the last choice on earth, i wouldn’t choose you because i deserve better than what you offered."

she turned around to make her way back to the others but not wanting her to leave, he grabbed her arm, noticing the way amara’s entire body flinched. she tore her arm away from him angrily, glaring at him. “just let go. you lost me and everything on the way and the only person to blame is you. in those months we were apart, i found someone who knows how to treat a woman. who taught me how to love and showed me what it actually felt like to be loved.”

amara walked away, shaken as she looked for her table. her body relaxed a bit when her eyes spotted kylian, whose eyes were already travelling through the entire room, searching for her. she made her way over to them, as quick as her heels allowed her to be without falling and immediately intertwined their hands, looking for comfort.

kylian immediately noticed that something was wrong with his girlfriend. excusing himself from his conversation with achraf, he turned, facing her. the way her body trembled a bit didn’t go unnoticed by him as she picked around her food. he grew even more worried when she finished her glass of champagne in one big gulp, and reached for the bottle.

“t’as durée aux toilettes? tout va bien?” he questioned her, worry lacing in his voice. — you took your time in the bathroom? is everything alright?

she contemplated whether she should lie to him as he seemed to enjoy the night or whether she should be honest and tell him the truth. with evan she hadn’t even dared to express her discomfort but since the latter was now the cause of her discomfort and she truly did not feel comfortable knowing he was around and they would be forced at one point to talk. so she chose option two.

she lowered her head and whispered into kylian’s ear, “evan’s here. he cornered me and tried to apologize or at least that’s what i think he tried but i don’t wanna see him. i’m not comfortable with him.”

his eyes flickered with concern and he followed amara’s eyes till his landed on evan, making some small talk with other guests. “on n’est pas obligé de rester ici, bébé. on peut partir.” — we’re not forced to be here, we can leave

she smiled softly at him and shook her head. she wouldn’t want kylian to ruin his evening just because she couldn’t handle her stupid asshole boyfriend here. “ca va aller ky. je ne veux pas gâcher ta soirée. et t’as l’air de t’amuser.” — it’ll be alright. i don’t want to ruin your night. and you seem to be having fun

this tune, he was the one to shook his head. “if my girlfriend isn’t comfortable, then neither am. i shouldn’t be having fun while you’re clearly not comfortable,” he replied firmly yet sincere and grabbed her things. “let’s leave. the evening was getting boring anyway. we can explore paris by night if you want?”

her heart burst with gratitude as she nodded excitingly and gave kylian a quick peck on the lips. she appreciated his understanding and the one of her new friends who nodded at them as the couple bit their goodbyes.

still chatting a bit with sarah, she waited for kylian who had told her he would be joining her in a few seconds. grinning, he turned around, his mind so focused on their next adventures they were about to experience that he didn’t notice the person that was going into the opposite direction and the two men collided, with champagne nearly landing on the floor.

he was about to apologize but shut his mouth when he saw that he had bumped into no one other than evan henderson, the reason why he was even leaving early. as much as kylian wanted to punch the shit out of his adversary, he knew causing a scene was not the way to avenge amara so he sucked up his anger.

evan on the other hand smirked at kylian, especially after his newfound discovery about the french star striker. “so, you’re enjoying my sloppy seconds now?” he smirked at kylian arrogantly, oozing misplaced confidence.

knowing that evan was just taunting him and trying to get a reaction out of him, kylian ignored the insult and retorted, “didn’t you just beg for her to come back to you? pathetic. is that the way you handle rejection? by insulting her afterwards?”

laughing it off bitterly, evan smiled slyly at him. “you’re really stupid if you think she’s gonna stay with you. she always comes crawling back to me. it’s just the way things are meant to be,” his words were intended to hurt, to inject pain like poison but kylian rolled his eyes.

“if you think your little words are going to make me leave her, you’ll need more than just that. i’ve heard more intimidating words from a five year old. and what concerns amara, if you think you can just take her, you’ll need to wake up early. amara is not a prize to be won, you earn her. and it’s clear, with the way you talk about her, you never even deserved her.”

evan was about to say something but kylian hadn’t finished yet. “you and amara are finished, your history is over. you can delete her number along with your memories together. you’re over,” he stated firmly. “and if you think you aren't replaceable, don’t worry about that. your place was never going to stay empty.”

kylian wasn’t usually one to start fights or get into dramas, always preferring to stay outside but he wouldn’t just let anyone insult his girlfriend, especially if that someone was evan henderson. “you closed a door that could never be opened again,” he smirked, his tone filled with pride. “you don't have to worry about her anymore because i’ll treat her better than you ever did."

gritting his teeth, his hands formed fists as he watched kylian’s smug face. “i could go to the press. expose the two of you and reveal some pretty secrets on the way,” he threatened, clearly frustrated with the way the situation had turned around.

kylian shrugged dismissively, not even a bit fazed by evan’s threats. “if you think that will make her run back to you, you clearly didn’t know her but do as you want. you’re only hurting yourself. amara and i couldn’t care less of the press knew about us. it’s you they will be worried about and hating.”

with those words, kylian turned and walked away, leaving evan to digest the speech he had just received as he bathed in his regret and bitterness. he knew amara was never coming back to him — for that he hadn’t worshiped her enough and showed her, her worth. and watching amara grin as she threw her arms around kylian before the two left the event, he knew she was lost. she was never coming back.

in all those times that amara had visited paris and had lived in the city of love, she had never had the time yet to appreciate the french capital at night. paris at night was a breathtaking sight — the eiffel tower, adorned in a golden glow, stood tall at trocadero while the seine river reflected its light and projected the lights. cafés and bistros were still open, spreading their warm atmosphere all over the streets of paris as people crossed them. amara couldn’t believe she had never taken the time to truly see paris at night.

the couple wandered around, hands intertwined with their arms linked as they enjoyed the night. after finishing their little expedition on the champs d’elysee the two had taken a taxi that had brought them to trocadero where the eiffel tower was already expecting them. amara and kylian sat down on a bank not too far away but good enough to not be recognized and enjoyed each other’s company. especially after such a turbulent evening.

kylian had told her about his encounter with evan. he had told her what the milliardaire heir had told him and his empty threats, also assuring her that no matter what he had planned, his pr team was already making sure no word of them left anyone’s mouth. he had hugged her tightly as her heart broke when she listened the way evan viewed her and had scoffed ridiculously when she thought back to his half-ass apology.

but amara wouldn’t let her evening be destroyed by that. instead of sulking, she took out her phone and searched for the nearest mcdonalds. finding one not too far away. she stood up and dragged him along, already feeling a bit hungry which made kylian snicker.

after having ordered through the drive-in, out of fear of getting recognized, amara happily smiled at kylian who was holding her things as she ate her food calmly, occasionally feeding kylian one of her fries. the two joked the entire way as they walked back to the eiffel tower, knowing they were probably attracting attention with their fancy clothes.

“you think the others are mad that we left them there?” amara asked her boyfriend and took a sip of her drink.

he shrugged nonchalantly. “well, they know why we left and i’m sure they understand. i almost pity evan but only almost because i know they will give him a hard time there.”

“he doesn’t know what’s about to hit him,” amara snorted happily. “did i even tell you everything he said to me?”

kylian shook his head and amara gut ready to lash out. “he mentioned the lawsuit. tried to make me go back to him. and he didn’t apologize for the things he did. except ‘i treated you horrible’ the entire apology was about him.” she ranted off angrily and scoffed. “the only reason he even thought of apologizing was because of the lawsuit and i guess kaia leaving him. and speaking of kaia, she dmed me and apologized. dazing something along the lines of being immature and that now she knew the real evan.”

“non, ne me dit pas qu’elle a fait ça?” — non, don’t tell me she did that

instead of replying, amara quickly took out her phone from her bag and showed kylian the last messages she had received on instagram. “usually i’m all for women support women but i couldn’t here. especially because if she was really sincere she wouldn’t have allowed evan to spill such bullshit about me,” she pointed out. “but who cares what these two are doing now. i don’t care enough.”

listening to her, kylian was proud of the way she had changed from the amara he had gotten to know at a bar. she had stopped caring about what others thought of her and prioritized herself now. she had gone from the insecure, self-doubting, broken woman to an empowering, self-loving icon that was ready to continue her story. who had grabbed the commands now after having her life controlled by someone else. it made him so much more than just proud and he felt blessed that he had even been part of her recovery.

as they strolled along the seine, with the soft glow of the streetlights reflecting on them, amara laid her head on kylian’s shoulder, who occasionally whispered sweet things to her. it was a usual autumn night with a gentle chill and cold air hanging in the air. the wind breezed past them and amara pulled her arms close to stop herself from shivering which did not go unnoticed by kylian.

without a second thought, kylian slowly slipped off his jacket and put it over her shoulders, his warmth immediately spreading over her body. she was a bit taken aback by his act but smiled at him, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. she had truly been blessed with kylian. she wrapped herself in his jacket, immediately engulfed in the faint scent of cologne that she usually always found comfort in.

she pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, thanking him slowly. “merci cherie,” she thanked him genuinely, a fond smile on her face. their fingers intertwined again as they continued to stroll by the seine, the city’s beauty perfectly matching the beauty of their love. “thank you for showing me what love actually feels like. it’s an amazing feeling to be loved by you.” — thank you

“anything for you.”

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