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[kaivenom]

Doctor's appointment

Summary: it's time for a semestral medical checking on the Heart's Pirate crew, but apparently the new member it's having an especial treatment.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Warnings: porn with a little bit of plot, masturbation (m to f), smut (p in v), doctor appointment fantasy, pervert!Law

A/N: this is based on a dream i had so don't judge the plot holes, just enjoy the porn. This is one of my first times writing smut so i hope to get better with time.

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Apparently, since the captain is also the doctor, it's required to do a medical checking for everything that could go wrong. Now it's the time to do it and you didn't know what to expect. Your other crewmates say that you didn't have nothing to worry about but they are men and you are a woman, you never know how things can go.

You took two deep breaths before entering Law's consult room, you feel yourself shaking nervously. He was sitting, legs crossed and looking a book.

"You finally arrived," your eyes met for a second, "get to the examination table.

You did as he said so, next to the talbe where to drawers, just if you could put your feet there.

"Wait, take of your clothes," you thanked that he didn't saw your face get red, you didn't understand anything, "or you just could take off your lower clothes and leave on your bra."

"Why?, if i may ask." you didn't have the bravery to be naked next to your captain.

"Because it's a medical check-up and since you are a woman, i need to check down there."

You couldn't refuse his arguments and his eyes were so penetrating that you took your pants and underwear off, you decided to keep the shirt just preserve some dignity.

The check was weird, you were flustered all the time and couldn't even look him at the eyes. At least, he looked completely focused on his task to look on the eyes, the thing is that he is looking directly into your cunt.

"You know captain?" you only good a umh on response, "i don't think i could look at you after this."

"And who says you need to see me?" suddenly you feel his warm breath on your thights.

"Cap-captain?" you asked almost fainting away.

"I said you don't need to see me... just sense me."

His mouth touched you skin and started to get up until it's almost on your clit, you grabbed the arms of the chair, tense from all the situation. You made the mistake to look down at him and he grinned at you mischievously.

"Relax, if you don't do that then you won't enjoy the ride."

You couldn't answer, only gasp feeling his tongue doing a long lick on your cunt. His grip was strong and you coudln't move but right now you don't know if you have the strenght or the desire to move.

Feeling this, Law started to move more confident. His tongue starting to circle you clit, sending you shivers down your spine. You try to cover your mouth from moaning and revealing your weakness to your captain.

"Who would have thoguht that you would be so willing to stay on the chair."

"Law, why?"

"Why not?" another long lick and now one finger playing your entrance.

His finger finally entered you, moving slowly, with upper movements making you discover new places of your insides. With every second it was more difficult to hide your sounds. His pace got more steady drving you to the edge of the orgasm, almost there but not quite yet.

"Someone is liking this more than it should."

"What do yo expect if you are doing that to me?" you try to sound confident but your voice cracks with every movement.

"Then i am happy to be doing it good, but i am just getting started."

You try to understand what he was talking about when another finger entered your cunt, stretching your insides even more. All that with his tongue on your clit, was making the perfect combination to making you crazy.

Youre orgasm was almost there, moans and groans escaping from your mouth, now without shame anticipating the release... but then stopped.

"What the ...?" you said without thinking 'cause of the frustation.

"Ohhh, someone is getting really needy uh?" his word made you flustered, "don't worry, now we will have the best part, the both of us."

Law got up from the chair and lean forward to you, now youre eyes are meeting only a few instances away. His dark eyes looking like it coudl penetrate your soul, there's no smile anymore. His face starts to get closer to you until his lips met yours in a slow kiss. Suddenly you hear his zipper unbutton but you couldn't look thanks to his hands catching your face to lift you up a little and put you on the edge of the chair again. His hands started to go lower to your butt, smacking it once before separating himself for a moment and finish releasing his throbbing member.

"Do you like what you see?" arrousal starts to reapear on your cunt and you try to squeeze your legs to hide it, but he didn't let you, "No, you won't do that," he grabs your thights and push him between you, now his member directly touching with your pussy.

"What will you do?"

"I think we both know and i think we will like."

He took his member and aligned it with your entrance, torturosly slow entering you. You grab him by the neck, trying to find some support and he lets you while groaning.

"Fuck, this is better than i imagined, your pussy is..." his apparently cocky facade from previously is now dissapearing with every inch he enters your body.

"You feel very good too." you say, trying to concentrate on something, but his difficult only hearing his low grunts and groans.

"Don't say that, or i am going to cum very soon," now you are the one who is moaning on his ear, "i am going to move."

At first his thrusts were slow and tender, feeling a heat wave travel thru your body and getting to his. The started to feel more needy, both of you, and started to move faster and stronger. Your bodies moving in harmony, trying to reach the grat desired orgasm.

"Oh, Law, i am close!" you almost exhaled that, starting to loose your voice from moaning and trying to breathe thru the desire.

"Oh god, i am close too, i want to fill you." thaat made the desire desappear for a moment."

"No, i can't risk getting pr..."

"I have medicines to that, i am a doctor, remember?" with that affirmation, you decided to let it happen.

The pressure that has been building in your stomach finally exploded, making you scratch a Law's back, but that made him cum in even faster, with a low gasp. His hot sperm filling you up with such strenght that even starts to follow outside your pussy and drip on the chair.

"Ohhh, that was really good." his thumb carresed your cheek tenderly while both of yourtry to recompose yourselves.

"Yeah, it was," you lean back on the chair to catch your breath.

"Would you like ro get to my bedroom? you know, to clean ourselves, take and bath and sleep? You must have a reward for being a good girl on you medical check."

[mochie85]

20 Questions

These Wicked Games Collection | Complete Masterlist

Summary: You wake up in Loki's bed the morning after as you try to ascertain exactly what is going on between you and the seductive god. A/N: This follows The Chase. This is also for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration. Happy Birthday, my love. I'm sorry this was late. I used one of your fluff prompts and made it dirty 😆🤭. "Are you really so oblivious?" Suggested Song: "Wicked Games" by Kiana Ledé (video after fic) Word Count: Over 1.9K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut; fingering, P in V, Oral.

“Oh, pet. Is all this for me?” Loki growled appreciatively. He swiped his fingers through your folds causing you to whimper at his cold touch. He flicked your sensitive bud as he captured your lips in a heated kiss.

You could feel him, but it wasn’t enough. You held on tighter, wanting him closer. You ran your fingers through his curls and held on to his face as you met his lips with a passion of your own.

“I could get used to this every morning,” he said as he inserted two of his fingers inside your eager pussy making you moan into his mouth. “Waking up with you next to me. Wet and ready.” He began rimming his fingers around as he rubbed your nub with his thumb. “Would you like that, darling?”

“…Loki…” you whimpered, and your brows furrowed. But the feeling was…incomplete. You felt empty. Starved for his touch. You wanted to feel him closer to you. You writhed your hips, edging him to go deeper as he inserted a third finger inside you.

“I can make you scream every morning,” he exhaled, grinding his hips along with his fingers.

“Yes Loki, please!” You moaned out loud.

The sound of your loud moans woke you from your own slumber. Your consciousness slammed back into your body, waking you up from your delicious dream.

You turned over to find Loki hovering above you. His eyes gleamed with promise as he kissed his way down to the valley of your breast. You felt your legs forcefully widen as Loki separated your knees and positioned himself in between them.

Your thighs ached from last night. The spreader bar Loki used prevented you from closing them completely leaving you in an uncomfortable position.  “Loki,” you moaned.

“I woke up to the most wonderful noise this morning,” he teased as he licked and nipped the underside of your breasts, heading towards your navel. His lips were soft and plush. His hands were warm as they rested on your abdomen, keeping you pinned to the bed. “You were saying my name. Chanting it even. And I had yet to touch you.” His fingers dug into your supple thighs. “Wider,” he commanded, and you obeyed, without demur, feeling the soreness spread throughout your legs.

“Good girl,” he praised. You could feel his hot breath on you. Every word he spoke sent a vibration to your core. His tongue would lash out and just miss your sensitive nub, teasing you with every syllable out of his mouth.

It felt like your dream. His presence surrounded you but still, you wanted more. “…Loki…” you whined softly.

“Hmm. That’s exactly what you sounded like. What were you dreaming about, precious?”

“I…umh…” you stuttered as Loki’s lips hovered over your dripping cunt. He made it so impossible to think. Especially so soon after waking up. “Loki. No.”

“No? Would you like me to stop?” To his credit, he did stop, waiting for your reply.

“Yes!...No! No…don’t stop!”

“That’s my girl,” He turned his attention back to your thighs as he watched you fall further into your desire. His eyes were clear and bright as he made a show of biting you and then sticking his tongue to soothe the bruise that will show there eventually.

“I just…mmhmm…you said you would answer my questions this morning!” And you know you wouldn’t get any of them answered if he continued the way he was.

“Of course, my dear. You can ask me anything. Go ahead.” He held your eyes calculatedly as he licked one strong stripe up your lips and flicked your sensitive bundle of nerves. “…If you can,” he grinned.

The sight of his messy curls in between your legs sparked a wave of arousal inside you. Your body betrayed you as he teased you mercilessly and aggressively. His soft lips sucked and parted on your skin. His tongue licked around your sex, making you dizzy and needy.

“I can’t answer until you ask a question, love,” he rumbled, trying to get your mind to focus.

“I…mmhmm…Loki,” you mewled as he took another strong lick up your folds. “I can’t think when you’re…”

“That’s the game, darling.”

“You and your games!” you tried to protest but Loki latched his lips around your sensitive bud causing you to scream out loud.

“Ask!” he growled into your dripping cunt as he pulled you closer to his mouth.

You released the deep breath you held and gave in. His grip on your thighs and the promise of his tongue made you squeeze internally. “Fine! You-you said…hmm…”

“Hmm…what did I say, dearest?” he whispered as he ran his tongue over the hood of your clit.

“You said you liked me?”

“Yes.” Loki nodded his head. His nose brushed up against your sensitive nerve as he answered, making you squirm underneath him.

“H-how long?”

“Ah, ah, ah. My turn. And you still haven’t answered my first question,” he sighed naughtily. “What were you dreaming about?” He nuzzled against your heated skin, made sensitive by his dangerous mouth. He held his face upward, waiting for your answer. You tried to lift your hips to get in contact with his wicked tongue, but his arms held you down firmly. “My needy girl. Answer the question and I’ll be merciful.”

“I-I…my dream was a-bout you,” you whined. He smiled and dipped his head against your aching pussy, kissing it as if it were your mouth. You bit your lips at the sensation. “How long?” you asked him.

“Clever girl. Now you’re getting it,” he commended through your heady moans. “Since the first moment, I saw you.” He answered your question.

Loki flexed his jaw. His voice sent tiny vibrations to your already sensitive cunt. Loki nudged his nose up again, positioning his mouth over your sex. “What was I doing in your dream?” he asked before he took another strong lick up your folds.

“Ahhm-m. Me.” You yelled out grabbing the pillow by your head. “You were doing me.”

“What was I doing to you in your dream?” he asked cheekily.

You bit your lip and pushed his head down onto your dripping cunt, making him kiss you and suck on you. “No, no,” you teased. “It’s my turn to ask the question,” you said breathlessly. Loki chuckled at your confidence. He obliged by closing his eyes and moaning his praise into your dripping sex.

“Fuck, Loki. I’m so…”

“Ask!” he growled.

“Me? Me… Why me?” you panted.

“Are you really so oblivious?” he asked.

“That counts as your next question.” You laughed. “You’ve asked me two and I haven’t gotten answers to mine yet! You scoundrel!” Loki sucked on your clit hard as a warning, making you scream out from the slight pain. His tongue soothed and caressed it while his lips latched onto the surrounding folds making you buck into his face.

You both grew impatient. You didn’t think you could last any more questions with him constantly attacking you like he did.

Loki growled. His fervor and desire ruling all rational thought. “I love that you’re intelligent,” he said as he flattened out his tongue and lapped the juices flowing from your cunt.

“…Loki…”

“I love how clever you are.” He said giving your sensitive clit a soft kiss. “I love how you’re willing to play my games.” He laughed as he kissed his way up your stomach.

He knelt up on the bed, towering over your lustful figure beneath him. His eyes were wild taking in your heavy breathing. Your glowing skin. And how utterly besotted you were when you looked at him.

Your eyes were hooded and pleading, missing his tongue. Your mouth was open, ready to beg him to continue.

“And by the Norns, you look absolutely sinful laying on my bed the way you are now.” He lined his hard cock at your entrance and slammed his way inside your tight folds.

Both of you cried at the feeling of finally being joined together. “You beautiful creature.” He said taking himself out and drilling back in. “…unnh… The way you look at me,” he grunted. “The way you moan for me. The way you call out my name.”

His thrusts started getting faster and faster. He lifted your hips and sat them on top of his thighs. The new angle and position allowed him to go deeper and harder. Fucking up into your tight cunt.

His hands held your waist down as he used you as leverage to thrust deeper and deeper inside you. “Come for me, darling. I love the way you look when you come for me,” he said with eyes slanted and his mouth ready to scream his release.

You obeyed. The breathless tightening of your muscles, balling up inside you. The definitive explosion of your desire released itself through your screaming of his name. You gripped the sheets next to you. Your walls spasmed around his large girth as he moaned out your name and fell into his own release.

After his breathing evened, Loki chuckled and crawled his way up to you. He laid beside you, turning your body towards him as he held you in his embrace. “Was that anything like your dream?” he smiled.

You reached for his face to pull him closer to you. You could taste yourself on his lips as you kissed him zealously. Your fingers pulled his hair, making him moan and hold you tighter. “This was better than my dream.”

“Tell me what happened, and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

You giggled at his cheesy line. “Is that one of your questions?”

“No more questions,” he said. “I haven’t the patience for them when you’re already wrapped in my arms.”

“Can I ask one more, then? Just one?”

“What do you want to know?” he said scooting closer to you.

“What is this? Between us? What are we?”

“That’s three questions.” He taunted. “This is a very good morning...A very. Good. Morning.” He said flicking your hardened nipple with his thumb. “Between us is a mutual attraction that I’d like to explore further. And as to what we are…What do you want us to be?”

You didn’t know how to answer that question. You’ve slept with each other twice now. You didn’t want to sound desperate and clingy and say that you wanted an exclusive relationship. But you also didn’t know how deep this attraction between the two of you was. Was it just earth-shattering sex? Can the two of you get along without it?

“Stop thinking.” He said, noticing your silence and worried look.

“I wanna know how you really feel about me.”

“I think I just told you while I made you scream out my name.” he teased. You recounted what he said. You were clever and intelligent. He loved that you were willing to play his games with him.

“Is this all just a game to you, then?”

“No. What made you think that?” You started to get up from his bed, detangling yourself from his embrace. He doesn’t love you. Of course, he doesn’t. He just wanted a toy. Someone new to play with. “Why? Why come into my room last night?! Why seek me out then?” Loki’s voice grew angrier and louder as he watched you get dressed.

The blissful moment that you both shared just moments ago shattered into pieces. “It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.”

“A mistake?” Loki looked hurt and angry. You put on your clothes that were neatly laid out on his table. You couldn’t get out of his room fast enough. “Fine. We all learn from our mistakes. This will never happen again.”

You opened his door and yelled, “Fine!”

“Fine!” he yelled back as you slammed his door closed, leaving him to seethe in his pain.

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[kyurizeu]

#9 - Need help? (Im)possibly fate

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Warnings: SMUT!!!!! ; fingering, hickeys, praises, kisses, groping + its not proofread

A/n: fyi if you were not aware that this series will contain smut ITS ALWAYS BEEN IN MY IMP FATE INFO!!! Also tysm everyone who r supporting me rn w my 500 special but i’m sadly very bust with asks and other stuff irl so i cannot answer my asks atm!! Apologies mlvs<3

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It had been a good while after getting the amazing idea to collab with Jungwon. Before you even knew it you were sitting on a couch in the recording studio, watching through the glass wall as Jungwon was recording some lines. You were going over your own lines and warming up your voice until you heard Jungwon come out of the room. “Your turn!” He patted your head softly. “Mmhm.. but after i’m done with my lines we have to record the part where we sing at the same time” You got up fixing your skirt and reminding him.

“Oh yeah… i’m gonna go get some coffee, do you want some??” You nodded and mumbled a quiet thank you before closing the door.

“Y/n you have to record some adlibs too… are you okay with changing the ‘aa yeah’ with something else?” Your producer and mixer was talking to you..

“What would i change it to?”

“I’m not sure if it’ll feel weird, but i was thinking that you could add some more extra suggestive elements into your voice. I was thinking that the background could be more sexy yk..?”

“Sexy?? Like how?”

“Instead of ‘aa yeah” you would kind of moan it instead of singing it with a melody”

“Oh okay…”

“Let’s compare… sing now”

to be honest.. you were kind of uncomfortable moaning into a microphone in front of your producer.

“Okay that was alright… you get the point but now you know what kind of style i want for the song so when your alone you can record these easier when your comfortable”

“Okay..”

You recorded some parts and after 30 minutes the producer left and you decided to keep recording alone to improve some lines. Just as you were recording your adlibs Jungwon came back, holding two ice lattes in his hands.

“Oh am i… interrupting something?” He laughed after hearing you literally moan.

“Oh no!! Umh haha the producer told me to record some of these adlibs like that..”

“I see.. i can leave i’m sorry”

“No it’s okay you can be here”

“Can i help with recording? I can go set the record button and help you choose the parts, that way you won’t take so long”

“S-sure thanks”

The fuck were you supposed to do now..? Record a fucking moan and make him choose from them?! Shit fuvk no.

“Just.. pick up where you left off! Let me know when to press record!”

You nodded and got ready already feeling embarrassed.

“Alright ready”

‘Got me- got me in a tight grip~ ah yeah”

You saw from the corner of your eye as Jungwons face got redder and eyes got wider.. he turned to you and you took off your headphones. “I-Is this weird..?” You asked him letting out an embarrassed chuckle. “No, But are you feeling a little uncomfortable ? You seem tense”

He tilted his head a little and smirked. “Well… umh. I guess it’s just a bit weird..”

“Why?”

He was grinning from ear to ear now.. you wanted to hit him on his shoulder so bad. That teasing son of a bitch. “I just feel weird trying to moan in front of.. someone..” you said quietly keeping your eyes on the paper in front of you avoiding his intense eye contact. “Need help?” His smirk was growing judging by his voice tone. You instantly snapped your head towards him in shock. “W-what?” You felt your ears turn red and you laughed nervously. “Need my help?”

Bold. Wow.

“W-what do you mean?”

He got up from his chair and came into the recording booth. As soon as his tall figure entered the room you felt like an ant next to him. He was stepping towards you, keeping his eyes on you staring down at you and smirking. “I know you understand” he was really close to you now. “I’m not sure i do…” you gulped nervously. “Oh I’m sure you do.” He pinned you against the wall.

You two kept intense eye contact for almost 10 seconds before his eyes traveled to stare at your lips and soon he crashed his lips onto yours.

Holy fuck…

His lips were practically devouring yours and his hands rested on your jawline, pulling your face closer to his. He tasted sweet and a little like ice latte (i wonder why).

“I assume that was a yes..?” He smirked against your already swollen lips before lowering his lips down your jawline. “Y-yeah…” your breathy voice was shaking as you felt him nibble at the skin on your neck making your stomach tingle. He left a trail of kisses on your neck before he stood up straight again and his hands groped your boobs roughly. You let out a moan from the sudden sensation which made him glance down at you and smirk. “Thats it, just like that” his hands ran down from your chest to your upper thighs leaving you uncomfortably wet and needy. “What do you want?” He looked deep into your eyes. Such a tease. “I.. want you to touch me” feeling a little embarrassed by your own words you avoided his intense gaze. “What was that sweetie?” SWEETIE?!

“I wa-want you to touch… me” you said a little louder now. “Where exactly?” His face was inching closer to yours again with his signature smirk still stuck on it. His hands we’re travelling slowly towards your core, playing with the hem of your skirt as he lifted your face towards his by your chin making you gulp nervously. Soon his slender index finger pressed against your dampened panties right on top of your sensitive clit, making you let out a high pitched whimper. “here?” He tilted his head with a grin. “Y-ye-“ You didn’t get to finish your sentence before his fingers came in contact with your wet folds. He rubbed his fingers up and down adoring the way your face scrunched up when he hit a sweet spot. “Look so cute for me” he gave you a peck on your cheek and lifted your other leg up to rest on his arm pushing two digits in. “a-angh…” breathy moans and whimpers left your lips as he kept making small hickeys on your neck and chest. His fingers we’re speeding up each time he pumped them in and out. He curled his fingers upwards and his thumb rubbed against your clit, making your brows furrow and lips part a lot to let out the loudest moan. Your walls clenched repeatedly around his digits and your moans were faster and louder. “You cumming?” He picked up the pace and rubbed your clit faster and faster. “Y-yes jung-…won” you blabbered his name over and over again as you came down from your high slowly. When you came back to your full senses you felt his lips all over your face, softly giving you french kisses everywhere. “So good for me… so so good for me” he grabbed both sides of your cheeks squeezing them as he cooed at you. “Gosh i’ve wanted to kiss you for so long” he smiled and gave you one last passionate kiss.

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“See? I’m a professional producer”

He played the recording and you nudged at his arm annoyed. “No way were using that!” “Well see what the producers think” he grinned. “Shut up”

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[totothewolff]

Season of Love (2/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal, romance, comedy, and some good drama.

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: This is a multichapter Toto Wolff x team principal reader fic set along a season of F1. It's a very immersive story full of drivers, team dynamics, races, mystery, and smut. You just bought the Williams team, but nobody really knows who you truly are.

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Dances with Wolff Arc Chapter 2: Lights out, and away your feelings go!

Australia By mere luck, Toto had one of those sponsors' events in the afternoon, and he was wearing a Tom Ford tan suit with a white shirt, a classic ensemble, instead of his usual Mercedes kit.

And you, well, you looked so chic wearing a romantic Saint Laurent satin mini dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline paired with ribbon bowtie Jimmy Choo stilettos up to the occasion.

You wave Sam goodbye as she enters the car and returns to the hotel. And then Toto and you stay standing there, not knowing what to do next.

—So, at what time is the reservation? —Toto asks you.

—In two hours, it is downtown.

—Good. We are getting there on time, right?

—Oh yeah, we can go on my c... —You look at the empty space where your Lambo was parked - well, where Michael parked it, now empty and immediately take out your phone, shit! You left it on airplane mode. All messages and missed calls start to appear, red dots everywhere. Your assistant asked if you needed the car or if they had moved it to the hotel hours ago. Later, she sent the chauffeur to pick you up, but he couldn't reach you. He waited for you a long time and left.

—My team took my car, so...

—No worries. I can take us there.

"For sure you can!" you thought. Jesus, why were you so horny lately?

Toto then texts his chauffeur, and on your way, you two go; it was a quiet ride for a bit.

—So...

—So...

You both laugh at the back of the car.

—So our minds are connected, huh? —you joke, referring to your tendency to talk at the same time.

—It's becoming a bad habit, yes —Smiles. —I was going to ask you where have you been existing. Everyone close to me seems to know you, but they never mentioned it before; I feel left out; somehow, I have no idea who you are —Toto tells you.

—First of all, I take serious offense that neither Niki nor Sam mentioned me before; how dare they? And to answer your question in Belgium. I met Niki recently and Sam forever ago but she is pretty private so I guess that's why.

—Umh, I thought Sam and I had something special, but I'm calling it quits —Toto says. —She keeps secrets from me —putting on a fake sad face.

—Welcome to da' club. She's all Lewis's now.

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Then, at the restaurant.

Toto and you were greeted by a blond supermodel-looking hostess who took you to your booked table. You entered the historical building - big old brown bricked walls, high ceilings with restored wooden beams, and dark marble tile floors - barely lit with just a couple of lights strategically placed reflected on the walls. The tables were small and intimate, and all the furniture was statement pieces - wooden carved and expensive textiles - the silverware and china were spectacular. The place was a printery back in the day, and it ended up in the middle of downtown and has now turned into a Michelin-starred restaurant.

The hostess acted extra caring with Toto, taking all the time to tenderly adjust his blindfold and explain every single step and detail of the dining experience. Since he couldn't see her, she went all handsy, relying on touch a bit much, and for obvious reasons, she tied your blindfold too tight. Really, girl?! Sorority like in where?

—So it's crucial for the experience when you give the food to each other, slowly savor the flavors and then start a conversation about each dish, what it made you feel, what reminded you of, what you thought it was, taking turns —she tells you two as she takes each your hand and makes you feel the space where a single plate full of finger food where to be placed - on top of a marble "lazy susan." —Please let me know if you need me —a lot of emphasis on "need me" and more addressed to Toto than you.

Wait, what?! Give each other the food?! What on earth?! You are so glad Toto isn't able to see you because, for sure, you are tomato red. Then you hear the hostess walk away.

—I frequent high-cuisine restaurants all over the world, yet I haven't dared with this one. It has so many mixed reviews —Toto tells you.

—I met the Chef at an auction gala for charity. He sat at our table and sold us the idea, which sounded exciting and intrigued me, so I told him I would stop by when in Melbourn —you add. He never mentioned that we had to feed each other during the experience.

A moment later, the dish arrived, and the experience began. Your hands were shaking a little bit. Your days went from ignoring Toto's bare existence to placing food into his mouth now.

—By all means, you go first —He offers you. Why did he have to be a gentleman?!

—Sure, thanks —You don't know where to start, so you pick a bite and stay there frozen when Toto notices it softly grabs your hand to guide you to his mouth to avoid you pocking him an eye with the food. Many "Oh god, oh god" fill your mind. You could sense him slowly biting the food from your fingers, his warm breaths on your skin, while hearing soft crunch noises.

He munches. And you wait, hand now resting on the table.

—Soft skin —he says.

—That is what it tasted you like?!

—No, of course not —Toto softly chuckles. —You have soft skin. The bite tasted like, amh, some sort of Gnocchi, but it wasn't. I'm not a big fan of this one and its flavor.

—So you like Italian cuisine?

—Everyone likes Italian cuisine, duh.

—Excuse you? That attitude, Sir! —you flirt, I mean, joke with him.

—Yes! I used to spend the summers in Italy with my family. It is a country that reminds me of my father. Cinque Terre has a special place in my heart.

—You miss your dad —You say before thinking, shit! Now he will assume that Sam and you gossip about him or think you Googled him. Shit! You are supposed to not know anything about him. Lol, if he knew. —It must be hard being away from family all the time with this busy schedule —Smart girl... Good save..?

He looks at you, a bit confused. —Ahm, yes. I miss my dad.

—Okay, it's my turn! —you shift topics quickly and naturally.

Toto picks up a small bite, and you wrap your hand around his wrist, guiding him to your mouth. Your thumb finger could feel his pulse, which weirdly relaxes you. You bite the food slowly, and your lips make a bit of contact, brushing the skin of his fingers.

—What does it taste you like? —he asks you. You try your best not to have dirty thoughts.

—Feet? God, this is awful —you answer while trying to chew the fucker.

Toto almost chokes on his water. Who calls feet a signature Michelin-star dish?

—I'm so hating this! I can't with pretentious places, to be honest. Uptight people are the worst!

—You tell me I live surrounded by those, but you will be fine. Why did you mention the uptight people?

—Send tips. Because there is no way an average person could have come up with this idea and this type of food! What are these flavors, honestly?!

—You are hilarious.

—Aw, thanks. What am I to you, a clown? Well, every circus needs one... I'm glad to help! Why do you keep laughing, stop!

—You are so right; F1 can be a circus! —Toto admits.

—So, what's your job at the F1 circus? No, seriously, don't laugh. TOTO STOP. Do you juggle or what? —You two keep reaching closer over and under the small table, knees now touching.

—Highly accurate! Or I could be that one guy on the tightrope! —He waves his arms.

—So meta. Listen, for us girls being the ones stereotypically called "catfight-ty," you guys...

—You have no idea! And it is just starting...

—Does the drama get too good? You are getting me excited! Don't play with my heart, Torger.

—I won't —Somehow, it sounds more profound and meaningful. Silence.

—Can we go back to the food, please? We are getting distracted from its delicious flavors —you say amidst giggles. —What? Don't you believe me? This dish is so good, "Latifi good".

Chuckles. Then you notice Toto left his right hand on top of yours this whole time.

With your free one, you pick up another portion. —Oh, you are going to love this one. Smells, uhm, so good. Wait for my soft hands to come closer —you tease Toto.

He loses it. People around you start judging you two; you are being "noisy."

—Why suddenly I don't want to open my mouth? I'm not helping you get there anymore. Find your way; if you miss it, then I'm so sorry.

—Oh, don't you worry, "Tots". I can always ask for more of these.

—Oh god, no.

The dining experience ended on the sixth small bite, thank Jesus. You two never walked out of a restaurant that fast, and none of you felt like staying to experience the drinks part, judging by the food.

But were in desperate need of refreshers. The night was now fully set, and the air was fresh. You two walk almost hand in hand on the sidewalk under the clear skies, choosing to explore the city, looking in the surroundings for a pub. You were lured by a very busy one - with live music - three drunk girls burst out of the door in a great mood, and it looked packed; then it must be good!

It was. —Do I ask to pour you a pint, too? Or are you on a diet or something? —Toto offers you on his way to get drinks. A great cover of "Your Love by The Outfield" played in the background. The singer had great vocals, and the guitarist was so talented.

—On a diet? God, no. I'm not that fit! Who gives that excuse? Who's that picky?

—There are people —Toto answers, a bit sad. You wonder if Sussie behaved like that. Of course, you don't dig.

While he goes on his mission, you find the last free table for yourselves. The place was what you pictured when someone said "pub". A classic, extensive wooden bar, tap beer, and tons of bottles on display. Small round tables, bar stools, and many empty frames hanging on the wooden panel walls mixed with art deco posters. It's nothing fancy but eclectic and cool.

As time passed, you two got drunk and the beers, too. You talked and talked and talked about everything. At least what you two wanted to share, obvious subjects were avoided. Toto didn't mention Sussie the whole time, and you chose not to reveal much about your "situation." The two of you formed a bond and had such chemistry none could explain. You were feeling so comfy with each other. He looked so happy and having a blast, and you were, too.

Then, the drinking contest started, and you sent your best knight to battle. You ended up sitting cross-legged on top of the bar with your short dress going up with your every move, surrounded by a group of people watching the spectacle - as well as the other couples of contestants - with Toto on his feet right next to you, resting one of his hands on your thighs. At the same time, you poured the beers directly into his mouth. The first one to finish a row of four pints with no pauses and successfully do "the loaded twirl" - four fast spins - then walk to ring the bell at the end of the counter - without falling - could leave not paying a penny, and win a cool metal medal too.

Toto sounded the bell first. And the place went fucking nuts.

By the end of your night out, you two couldn't even walk straight as you were being playful on the sidewalk on your way to meet your driver. At some point, you lost a heel while dancing, you knew how to move and rhythm was natural to you. Toto carried you around until a good soul gifted you his flip-flops; the poor unknown hero was so into you. Fantastic pubs and guys on flip-flops, thank you, Australia.

While rocking the stranger's flip-flops with your Saint Laurent mini dress, you were singing and throwing some moves on the street at the sound of "Notorious by Duran Duran" - it was the last song you heard the band played before leaving and got stuck in your head - it was around 4 a.m. by then.

Toto had his medal wrapped around his head, looking all stupid and hot. There is no sight of his suit jacket. He must have lost it when you took him to the bathroom - of course, you waited for him outside. He was too drunk to get there alone - or when you two started dancing, burning some of the alcohol in your systems.

There is something about him that makes you feel so many things, and you don't want the night to end. And you wanted to spend more time with him, listening to his voice, hearing his laugh, looking at his eyes, having his body near yours. You find him so attractive.

—I don't remember the last time I had this much fun; it must have been ages ago! —he says, way too loud and drunk.

—Me too! We should do this again! Are you sure it's here? —you reply, looking around. No cars in sight.

—Yes! I'm not that drunk. Here is where the pin marks —he says, looking too closely into his phone. His nose almost touched the screen, looking at the map.

—Let me see.

—Nein —He raises his phone, extending his arm, placing it out of your reach. You jump to grab it, failing miserably. You ended up bumping him instead. Balance isn't a thing for any of you at the moment. And you both get closer. At some point in the night, you two started to behave like magnets, unable to keep away from each other, all handsy. Toto places a hand on your lower back to steady you.

You aren't sure if the sensation you are feeling is the alcohol in your system or the butterflies in your stomach.

—You are so carefree. Zero pretentious. So fun. So captivating, so... —Toto says in such a dangerous voice, staring at your lips with his fingers, placing your hair behind your ear.

You two get closer.

—So..? —You beg him to continue, staring at his lips too. You take the lead and start closing the distance between you.

It's been a while since either of you had sex in your lives.

Or love.

He looks at you with desire and affection but without moving an inch. Then Toto decides to take a step back.

That distance feels like miles, and the car arrives. Ending an almost perfect night.

You feel ashamed since you overstepped and carried yourself away. None of you mentioned what just happened on the ride back to the hotel.

-

Spending time with you starts to feel like a necessity to him now.

Toto is standing there, left shoulder leaning against the bar wall near where the band is playing, sipping his beer, watching you dance with some strangers, glowing and smiling, and having fun among those girls while he admires your curves and body movements. You have the magic to make him forget about the rest of the world, its people, and its problems. Going out with you tonight felt like healing, like self-care. 

After days of being heartbroken, Toto called things off with Sussie, which was not an easy choice. She was the love of his life, or so he thought, and after spending a significant portion of your life with someone, saying goodbye to that person is never easy.

Even if tonight was great and felt like a lucid dream, he couldn't escape reality forever. This Cinderella story had an end.

Of course, he notices the way you look at him. The attention you pay to his every word, your excitement every time you make him smile, or how you lean closer to his touch whenever the two of you make accidental - or not - contact.

But he wasn't ready for you. Of course, he would love to make a move and enjoy the whole of you, explore your every corner, trace your hips with his hands, and feel your body beneath his, making you release sounds he would love to hear. He wanted to fuck you badly, but you weren't just for a one-night stand.

You deserved someone who could fully admire you. That worshiped you. And Toto wasn't able to be that guy at the moment. He felt wounded and needed time for himself.

So, when you had the courage he lacked to make the move, knowing that if he accepted that kiss, you would wake up tangled in his sheets, he stepped back.

Seeing your surprised, embarrassed, and hurt reaction spiraled him into coming days of somber mood and turned into a quiet ride back to the hotel.

-

Once you reach your destination, the driver opens the car door for you, and you step out of it, praying your balance has returned. After that fiasco ending of the night, all the alcohol in your system seems to have evaporated thanks to that emotional gut punch Toto gave. You glimpse Toto catching your step, walking now as normal as you.

You two may be walking seemly normal now but your looks scream drunks, loud and clear! - messy hair and clothes, not to mention your flip flops, a thing that made you smile as you remembered the now distant memory - as you passed by a floor-to-ceiling mirror on the way to the elevators.

The bellboy pushes the buttons to open the elevator doors for you.

—On which floor is your room? —he asks.

—Oh, no, we aren't...

—Eleven —you answer a little deadpan, interrupting Toto.

—Fourteen —he mumbles.

As you two go up, you start saying goodbye, also wanting to cut the tension a bit. —It was a fun night, "Tots"! My liver may disagree, but we'll see —you smile.

—Yeah, yeah, it was, except for that horrid food —he replies.

—Let's not, let's bury that part.

He nods with a small smile. The door opens on your floor. You smile at him one last time and head out.

Toto wants to say, "Wait!" or follow you down that corridor, inviting himself to your room and bed, but instead, he remains just standing there, and the elevator goes up.

-

You take your time to walk down the corridor, hoping there is still a chance, till you hear the sound of the elevator's doors closing and following it, total silence, no footsteps, no movement. So you let out a sigh and get inside your room.

You are left facing a feeling of emptiness and solitude as you walk across the empty and dark suite with your surviving heel in hand, and then you toss it across the room on the carpet. You enter the shower and start washing your make-up and body off, letting your mind wander to the idea that the two of you could be there right now.

So, a bit defeated by not having Toto's naked and wet body before you, you send yourself to bed, struggling to fall asleep and shut down your brain; after a while, you feel yourself drifting away in the arms of Morfeo - and sadly not Toto's.

-

—He thinks I'm captivating and have soft hands —you say while giggling like a teenager, adding sugar to your Chai at the end of the counter. Already in a better mood, trying to look at the bright side of things.

—Soft hands??? —Sam replies, making a silly face and grabbing a napkin.

You two meet on your way to get Starbucks, located two buildings away from the hotel. You are still hungover and need fuel before stepping into the paddock.

—You know, never mind. I don't want to know —Sam adds, biting her bagel.

—Oh, wait. No. Nothing like that happened —you wave your hands in concern.

—Calm down; you know he and Sussie are in the middle of a time-off. Nothing wrong if it had happened. He has been in such awful moods lately that I think he needs it to happen. This time, their breakup seems real.

—Really!?

—Can you at least don't sound that excited? Oh god, you are smiling. I hate love —Sam sips her black coffee, rolling her eyes at you.

—Leave me live my fantasy, alright? —praying sign, you joke.

—Now you will be all weird around him, won't you?

—Nooo, well, maybe a little. What? Like you don't ship us.

—Puff —Sam lets out.

—Oh, you fed me way too many details about him for years and set us up last night just because, huh?

—Okay. Fair. I sold you the idea. Am I clever, or what? Listen, I care about you two a lot, and frankly, I think you are great for each other.

—Ooh, so Sam Dobrev has a heart.

—Shut up! Please don't make me regret it —she replies, all done with life.

-

—Hi, big guy —Sam pops her head inside Toto's office, simultaneously knocking on the open door.

—You owe me one —Toto answers deadpan. Concentrated, looking straight at his iPad, not bothering to look at her.

—Why?

—That restaurant you made me go to was horrible.

—Well, I didn't pick the place, so no whines to me, but at least the company was fantastic, right?

—Umhju —Toto mutters, still looking at the screen. Then silence.

Sam interprets that answer as I'm not telling you anything else.

—Since you are here trying to gossip. Aren't you busy? If you have free time, you could help me with several things.

—Jeez, that mood. I'm not here to gossip. Here, sign this. Niki needs it.

Toto reads the paper Sam just gave him and picks up his phone. —I need to make a call. Would you mind closing the door on your way out? Thank you.

—Okay —Sam answers slowly and exaggerates the "O" while doing what was asked. Even she knows messing with a somber Toto wasn't a good idea.

Unfortunately for you, no gossip or insights of your night out were obtained from Toto.

-

It was a Grand Prix victory for Lewis. And a third place for Mick, but since it was his first podium, you guys celebrated as if he had just won the race. Sadly, Millie got pulled out of the track for a technical issue with the car.

You were hoping to chitchat with Toto at the podium ceremony, make him laugh a little, and watch his beautiful smile. Well, you hoped that the entire day, actually. But he was nowhere to be seen.

Until you spotted him in the distance, there was no casual way to start a conversation with him that way, and you didn't want to be perceived as pushy or desperate going straight to him. So you let the idea die. There was no rush.

If something was meant to be, it will happen without forcing things.

Right?

-

Azerbaijan

On the paddock in Baku, Toto chose to behave the opposite of that night in Melbourne. Serious, professional, and borderline unfriendly - but still polite.

That caught you off guard, and it was so confusing. After spending that great time together, you thought you two were on your path to becoming friends or more if luck was on your side. You didn't get the sudden change, and it was a bit hurtful when you went to say hi to him - all warm and smiling - and he gave the cold shoulder with a blunt "Good morning" and kept on walking.

You stood there looking a bit stupid, wondering if you did something to bother him or if he was acting Austrian. Maybe Toto was feeling really uncomfortable by how you approached him at the end of that night. Damn, drunk you!

But then, a couple of hours later:

"Unknown" is typing...

—Darci told me you left your office to have lunch. But I'm here outside your hospitality and don't see you - Toto.

Your assistant gave him your number. —Hi!!! Yes, I'm here having lunch.

—Where? I'm wearing my good glasses, and I'm sure you are not that bald guy eating a salad.

—Sandro is a very nice guy. Look up, grandpa!

—The rooftop? What are you, a pigeon?

No joke in reply, just an honest: —I like the view from here. It's peaceful! Bonus points for being private. No one bothers me here or intrudes. It's my secret special place. Do you want to join?

Toto finishes climbing the ladder and goes to greet you, kissing you on the cheek. As he does so, a crazy thought crosses your mind: What if you turn your head? Is stealing a kiss considered harassment? But you don't.

You two share your homemade Yakimeshi - you love cooking even if you have a private Chef, and you are damn good at it, well, according to everyone that has eaten your food, so you ask the hotel to get you the fresh ingredients you need - while talking about the day, sharing ideas, throwing shade, and enjoying each other's presence.

—What a diva! —you reply, grabbing a portion with your chopsticks.

—I know. I expected better, but engineers... you know —Toto shrugs.

—Ye! —you agree. Sometimes, they acted, well, a little bit challenging.

Toto was acting so relaxed and casual as you expected him to be, and not what was going on in the morning. You wonder so badly why there is a change in ways, but you don't dare to ask.

"What if he has bipolar disorder?" a question that came to your mind at some desperate point during your day. Not that there was something wrong with that.

The sun is setting, and you two enjoy the view, sitting next to each other - no space in between - He places his arm around you, palm resting next to your left hand, but without making physical contact.

This becomes a routine for you two, lunching together on the rooftop of the W hospitality, away from the rest of the world, in your private little bubble. It becomes your favorite moment of the day. And Toto's, too, even if he swore he would never like routine.

-

Miami

—Excuse me, excuse me, how did the tire taste you like? —you tease a very solemn Lewis walking past you on the paddock while you pretend to hold an invisible mic at his face, acting like a reporter. An instant smile forms on his lips.

—Roscoe attack! —Lewis commands.

Roscoe stares at him for a second and then wanders to sniff a palm tree, not caring.

—I think your trick didn't work —you get closer to greet him with a hug.

—He is too lazy for that —he tells you while embracing you.

—You are too cute; don't listen to that man! —you say with a silly voice, addressing Roscoe, letting Lewis go, and flexing to pet the dog, rubbing around his ears, which Roscoe seems to enjoy.

It was a Qualy of hell for Mercedes. Lewis's car's back tire flew out into the air before bouncing on a safety barrier at speed, almost hitting him back. Plus, George's car ended up in the gravel after losing power.

In contrast, Williams did great. Mick was one with the car, achieving the day's fastest lap.

—Feeling better, sweetie? —you ask Lewis with honest concern, after seeing the incident unfold and how he made it out of the car really distraught.

Although you must admit that even though that whole thing wasn't funny, the memes were pure gold, so you texted Toto your pick: the one where the tire hit the space station with a photoshopped explosion, the one with Lewis's face photoshopped on a baseball player hitting a home run, but instead of the ball it was the tire and your favorite, the one with photoshopped Toto, Lewis, and George riding the tire to the sky.

—Yeah. I'm good. A positive mindset always helps, thanks.

—I think I just saw you kicking, crying, and screaming in the bathroom, Mr. Positive Mind Set —Sam joins the conversation, teasing him.

—HA HA

—So, what's the plan for tonight-A? —she asks.

—Noone human says tonight like that. Not even Michael Jackson on drugs —you tell Sam.

—We are in Miami, chica! Aren't we clubbing?! —she replies.

—Are you high?

—I will if we go out...

—You realize we are here for work, right? —Lewis asks her.

—Like we haven't done it before. What's the worst that could happen? Toto finding out? You losing the race? Toto, finding out you lost the race because you went out clubbing with us?

—Yes! —you all answer at the same time. —To all of that —you add.

—Well, not if Toto comes with us...

Lewis starts laughing like a madman. —Sam, are you suggesting convincing Toto to go clubbing with us the night before the race so he doesn't get mad if he finds out we went clubbing?

—I got lost, mate —George arrives, earing that last part, trying to figure out what the hell.

—Well, I'll not be convincing him. Y/N is.

—ME?!

—If you really love me, you will —Sam pushes you toward the Mercedes' motorhome.

Gaslighting a bit much?

-

How am I supposed to do this? I'm going to sound so unprofessional. Although, technically, you two went out pub-ing?? and got drunk the night before the race in Australia. Okay, that made-up word sounds terrible; let's never use it again, so there may be a slight chance to relive that.

At least you needed to practice your words before going in there since "Hi, Toto, wanna go clubbing?" wasn't an option but destiny was a bitch; you two crossed paths before you had the opportunity to rehearse. Toto was on his way back to his office; he left his badge access on his desk. He seemed surprised to see you there; you were far away from the Williams' grounds. So you are forced to improvise.

—Are you looking for Sam?

—No, not really, not this time.

—Oh. Niki?

—Nope.

—Lewis?

—You.

Toto was now standing right before you with his hands in his pockets, all tall and handsome. You liked him even more when he wore his reading glasses.

You start a bit shy; Toto has a powerful presence. —I heard Miami has excellent places, and because last time I made you join me for that awful dining experience, I thought maybe we could go out and have a good time but in a better establishment.

—Tonight?

He sounds slightly judgy. You go on: —I was talking with the guys, and they mentioned "Floyd." It sounds great...

—The guys?

—Sam and Lewis, and George...

—Ooh, they sent you? Sam!

Oh boy.

—The cocktails sound goo...

—I'm not taking my drivers drinking or to a nightclub before the race or allowing it. It's ridiculous —Toto interrupts you again.

You look at him, now slightly nervous and bummed out.

—None of us is going; it's not happening —Toto adds firmly.

Yeah... He was a pro at the top of his game. Of course, he cared about discipline, mindsets, and winning races and titles; what were you thinking?!

You nod apologetically. Your eyes look a bit sad, well, because... You don't need to explain why. Just start turning around to head back and tell them the news.

—Wait! We could go to "Basement", which has a bowling alley and a DJ. But no drinking! Not even a drop for anyone; we must return to the hotel at a reasonable hour. Do you like that? That makes you happy?

—Sounds perfect to me —your smile is big and bright. Did Toto change his mind to please me?

-

To make things even, you end up bringing Millie and Mick. You wanted to make clear you weren't playing unfair tactics with your opponents. You earnestly desired to spend a good time with the people you began to care about.

The place was all for yourselves. It was a club slash bowling alley with colorful neon lights reflecting on the lanes, varying intensities and colors to the DJ's beats. It was a dope place.

Lewis invites Seb. They two took bowling seriously and had a years-long competition. They show you a list of their scores on Lewis's iPhone going back to the dark ages.

Bono also shows up, and Carlos and Lando, too, God knows how.

Lando starts stretching right in front of you, warming up, and making eye contact with you while doing his poses in a bit too sexual and exaggerated way. Samanta and you start laughing at him for acting all idiot. You two sit on the bowling benches while drinking Coke and eating popcorn.

—Every group needs a slut —you tell Lando.

—I don't think you are impressing her, man —Carlos joins, watching the spectacle, on his feet.

—It reminds me of when little children warm up before jumping into the pool —you kill Lando with your words.

—You have never seen legs like this —he tells you, overconfident. All of you laugh. —But, I will fight for your heart, malady. Is there another knight brave enough to face me in a bowling fight to the death?

—But what's the prize?! —Seb screams across all lanes.

—A NIGHT with the princess —Lando claims.

—Keep dreaming, sweetie —you reply.

—A KISS from the princess —he backtracks.

—Fine! Everyone, write your names here! —Sam takes a Post-it and a pen out of her purse - an assistant's habit - and passes them around.

—WHAT?! What are you doing?

Sam starts folding the papers and mixing them up. —The council calls Sir Hamilton to the pit!! Please choose your horse and weapon for the fight (lane and bowling ball) —Sam reads Lewis's name from the paper she picks up, and then she selects another one. —Warrior Dobrev to the fight! —cheers are heard, and Mick and Carlos pat Millie on the arm and back; Vettel massages her shoulders when she stands by her approach area. —Knight Wolff to the pit! And last but not least, Warrior Bonnington, too! —there were only five lanes. —You all brave souls are to fight buffoon Norris for a kiss of the Lady. Lord Vettel and I will oversee the combat.

—Hey! —Lando complains, pouting. Then, George starts motivating him, and they start making stupid grunts and jumps before the bowling round begins.

—The battle commences now! —Sam calls.

—You really need to stop watching House of the Dragon —you tell her.

—It's official: Bono is the worst player I have seen —Vettel interrupts, watching Bono be the first to get disqualified. —Is it okay if I leave you a second? If I don't go and bother Lewis every time to time, I get anxious —Sebastian sweetly tells you.

—Go, honey —You pat his hand and let him go. You two were watching the competition unfold together.

Lando, Lewis, and Toto were really good at it, but Millie was in a league of her own.

—How can someone so tiny have such a steady grip? —Lewis tells her she was in the lane next to his.

—Lew, I gladly would share with you all my secrets if I wasn't determined to win this —Millie replies.

—So you really want to kiss her? —he is curious, and a little smile forms on his lips.

—Look at Y/N, I wouldn't mind, but I don't want to. I think all five of us here hate losing... or love winning. Well, except for Lando, I believe he truly wants to kiss her.

"Not just him," Lewis thinks, looking in Toto's direction. After years of being teammates, he could read him like a book. It isn't just Sussie who has him shifting moods. Since you appeared, Toto began to act all weird. When Lewis noticed the looks you both exchanged, everything made sense to him.

And another fantastic strike from Lando.

Millie was almost right. Lewis loves winning and hates losing, but not when friends or feelings are in the middle. A lesson Sebastian taught him. So Lewis prepares and throws the worst shot he has ever made. His bowling ball bounces, hits the gutters, and invades the next lane, instantly disqualifying him.

Hisses and laughs fill the room. Lewis turns around, shrugs, smiles, and goes to take a seat. A minute later, he feels a thumb rubs his neck, caressing it. —Sir Hamilton, my good Sir, you sure are an honorable and respectable fellow —Sebastian tells him with his best Shakespearean voice.

—Stop talking like that, please.

—It doesn't please you how this low-grade peasant talks, good Sir?

The face Lewis gives him is priceless. Vettel laughs, and Lewis slides closer to him on the bench.

A loud "AAARGGH" comes from Lando as he dramatically throws himself to the floor. Wooff, what an awful shot.

—Luck next time, Lando! —Sam teases him as Carlos and George pass by, carrying him to the benches, one grabbing him by the legs and the other by the arms. Out of the competition, he was.

Now, it was a Dobrev vs. Wolff clash.

—Make our house name proud, niece! —Sam yells at her.

—You are having too much fun, aren't you? —you tell her.

—Sorry —Sam covers her face with her hands, monkey emoji-like. —Your knight made it to the final. Good for you, girl, but Millie is ruthless, so...

—I know! I can't watch any more. I'm too nervous! I feel like I will puke if Toto wins or if he loses.

—...she misses.

—WHAT?!

Okay, okay, this wasn't happening. Oh God. Sam turns to you and gives you a smile The Grinch will envy.

—Knight Wolff wins the battle! And takes the princess! —Sam announces. You shoot her a dead glare. —...'s kiss

Cheers are heard. Then everyone gets on their feet and starts chatting and bowling. Laughs and mocktails fill the room.

You pass Lando, still lying on the bench, on your way to get a drink. Now you need tequila in your system. —Oh, I'm so wounded! Only a kiss on the lips would heal me —he tries, offering his arms to you. The kid has the material to be an actor.

—Carlos!! Lando needs you!! —you joke back in answer, smiling at him. Lando gets on his feet in less than a second. —All good, I feel better! —he tells you, chuckling.

Toto is there when you reach the bar, sipping a whiskey on the rocks. —Not a drop of alcohol, you said? —you mock him.

—And you are here to ask for a Coke, right? —he teases you.

—A Paloma, please —you ask the bartender. —You could be a professional bowling player —Please let that become a meme, you think, and an image of a Toto in a complete bowling outfit surrounded by a group of senior citizens with white hair comes to mind.

—You picture it; that's why you are smiling.

—Nooo...

He arches an eyebrow.

—Fine. I admit it! —you sit on the bar stool next to him and rest an elbow on the bar counter, smiling like an idiot and gazing at Toto until he notices it and gets on his feet. 

—I haven't seen you play, let's go! —he tells you.

—Oh, if this really were the old ages and it was me who had to fight for your hand, consider yourself single for the rest of your life...

-

You all arrive together at the hotel and walk inside the lobby, making a lot of noise.

—Shuusshh!! Zack doesn't know I'm not in my room! —Lando whispers, looking around.

—Sure, he is hiding behind that plant, Lando. That old fart is so fucking asleep in his bed, mate! Calm down! —Vettel adds.

—Hey! You haven't kissed Toto yet —Lewis recalls and addresses you.

—Right! Give him his prize! —Mick adds.

You feel your cheeks turning red. —Are you all going to stare and make it all weird?

—YES! —everyone answers.

—You guys suck! —you complain, pretending to be annoyed at them.

—Not as much as I would like to. WHO SAID THAT?! —Millie dirty jokes, looking around.

—Millie Alexandria Dobrev! —Sam shouts, shocked. —I can't believe you...

Between giggles and two Croatians fighting in the background, you kiss Toto for the first time.

With your left hand, wrap Toto's bicep and rest your right on his chest as you reach his lips on your tiptoes. The kiss is brief, delicate, more like a brush of lips, but it is enough to make the butterflies in your stomach go wild and to still be on cloud nine when you reach your room.

-

Monaco

You were so excited to be officially living in Monaco. It was your first week there, and you had never lived on your own before. And since Sam also resided there, you spent lots of time together. You two were enjoying the break and touring the city around.

Miami went terrific, and that kiss still made rounds on your head.

Sam and you were walking in the area close to your new place when you turned the corner and were greeted by this scene: A furious Monegasque girl screaming at the top of her lungs in French words that did not sound nice at all and throwing objects out the window while a man on the street was trying to picking them up and reason with said girl. Some people were staring, and others were rushing to pass by.

—Is that Charles?! —Samanta asks you, stunned, pointing to the guy crouched and picking up what looked like a pair of Jordan's.

Yeah, that was Charles Leclerc. You two look at each other concerned and rush to help.

—Hi —Sam shouts among the screams in French.

—Oh, hey, Sam —Charles looks pretty embarrassed.

You quickly offer him the almost empty tote bag you were carrying and speed walk to grab an open, worn-out cardboard box from the greengrocery next door. The three of you start getting his things inside while avoiding getting hit by the last objects thrown out.

—Thank you —he says to you. —My girlfriend went mental.

All of you hear a loud bang and look up; she shuts the windows dramatically. "More like ex-girlfriend now" you think.

—Merde —you hear Charles say. —My keys and wallet are inside there, fuck!

You can't avoid feeling bad for the guy. He looks so done with life right now.

—Ahm, Charles, if you want to join us, we are grabbing lunch. We can grab some cocktails, too; I'll treat you guys. You seem in desperate need of alcohol and a chat.

—You're right, I need alcohol, thank you. I would love to.

The three of you walk your way to a restaurant Charles loves. It was pricey, but you agreed to let him pick the place since you were spoiling him and trying to lift his spirits.

—Huff, why are all the streets in Monaco inclined? —you complain after climbing the fourth hundred stairs of the day. —On the bright side, tho, I just need to live here to skip leg day at the gym.

Charles laughs. That's good!

The face the hostess makes when you three arrive and place the second-hand cardboard box with Charles's things on the fancy counter - clothes, some books, sneakers, a Funko Pop of Charles himself for some reason, and what looks like Xbox controllers, a man's most prized possession - makes it worth it almost losing your legs to get there.

—Good evening. Table for three? Right this way. Terrace, as usual, Mr. Leclerc? —she asks.

—Yes, please.

You are led to your table. It was a sea-inspired high-cuisine restaurant. The ceiling of the place had a breathtaking art installation: A whale made from bamboo wind chimes. —The waiter is on his way; here is the food and mixology carte —she offers you. It takes you a long time to read the entire selection.

—Ask for whatever you guys want; the check is on me. Don't hold back —you offer them.

—Great, then! It would be two spritzes instead of one, please! —Sam gestures with her fingers at the waiter, who is already taking your order. Sam seems so happy and excited; for someone who grew up that rich, she loves getting stuff for free.

—I would like a Tequila and Tonic with two tequila shots, please —you finally choose.

—A margarita and two shots of tequila for me. To start —Charles orders.

The drinks arrive quickly. At the same time, you hear everything about Charles' toxic relationship, giving him the space to spit it all out; as more alcohol makes it to the table, the more details you get.

After a good couple of hours of free therapy, high cuisine, drinks, relationship advice, and tragic love stories, it got dark.

—Well, it was a damn good chat! I'm glad we were able to help you, my friend. But we better go —Sam says to Charles. —I'm walking you back to your place —she addresses you. —I have to wake up early tomorrow. Toto wants me to join the Mercedes' Zoom call at 7 a.m., and I don't want to see his annoying, angry face at me.

The thought of an angry Toto makes you bite hard the tiny chocolate cake you are eating as dessert.

—Oh, no worries! It's just all the way down the street; I will get there without problems —you say while savoring the remains of your cake.

—Are you sure? —She inquires. You forgot how protective of you Samanta was, even if she was younger than you.

—Yeah, go, go. It's never a good idea to make an Austrian guy angry —You joke.

Charles choked on his drink, laughing. —Sweet Lord.

Sam giggles, hugs you two goodbye and waits for her Uber.

—It's late, I'll walk you. There are plenty of good hotels near your building and the marina; since I'm not going home, I need to book a room —Charles mentions.

—If you don't mind, you can crash at my place; there's not much furniture yet, but you are welcome to stay —you tell Charles. He seems relieved.

Charles sees what you meant with "not much" - just a small table with no chairs, one kitchen counter stool, a mattress in the bedroom, another on the living room floor, and some boxes, making the place look way bigger - as you two enter your apartment.

—I just got the keys —you excuse yourself.

—Oh wow, this view reminds me of my grandparents' apartment view from growing up —He reaches the balcony fast. —Oh, look, you can see the old side of Monaco from here! Good memories! —He ignores your comment, not caring much about the furniture or decor.

He seems in a better mood than before.

—Well, let me know if you need anything. Sleep well! —you say, on your way to your bedroom.

—Thank you, good night!

You hear noises outside your bedroom's open doors a few minutes later. Charles moves his mattress nearer the plug on the wall and connects the charger you lent him to his phone. With that change in the arrangement, you are both placed facing each other in different rooms and with distance in between.

Since none of you seemed able to fall asleep that night, you better keep chatting, each of you resting your back against the wall, relaxing, and him crossing his arms behind his head.

—So you are besties with Sam?

—Yes, she was one of the first people I met when I arrived in Belgium —you answer and look out of your bedroom's massive floor-to-ceiling window to the beautiful sea and the tiny-looking lights of Monaco. He stays silent, waiting for you to continue.

—So, how was growing up here? —You ask him and were sincerely curious but also want to switch the subject of conversation from you to him.

He tells many anecdotes of his childhood and buzz about some of the high society Monegasque families. He seems to enjoy gossip, and you are here for it.

Until you feel your eyes shutting down and fall asleep with the sound of his voice.

-

Two weeks later, Charles was still staying at your place; there was no furniture yet, however. By the third week, you arrive home, and all of Charles' things are filling the space. He moved "his bed" to one of the guest bedrooms and packed the living room with boxes. His piano starts serving you two at your dining "table." You always ate there, sitting, standing, taking turns: breakfast, Charles, lunch, you, etc.

He is just one box away from officially becoming your roommate. Of course, you don't mind. After many years of feeling alone, you desperately needed a friend and its company.

Charles' wireless speaker is the most significant addition to the apartment; it was never turned off, both of you being obsessive music maniacs, constantly introducing new music and artists to each other.

It is your turn to pick a song, and you want to lift the spirits while unpacking boxes and arranging things, so you turn the volume all up and hit play. Bad Bunny's "Yo perreo sola" started blasting.

You start singing and dancing to the beat, shaking it, and then Charles joins you in the chorus, singing the lyrics perfectly and throwing some great dance moves. You two start twerking.

—You know this song? Wait, you speak Spanish?! —you ask loudly, almost screaming. The music is so loud.

—My mom is Colombian. Didn't I mention that? My dad is the Monegasque one. I know my reggaeton and merengues by heart —he screams back. —I know all the good clubs in the city with this type of music, we should go and dance our asses off.

—Oh, for sure we are!

Another level of friendship is unlocked.

-

The three of you are inseparable. It is the weekend, and Charles took you and Sam on his boat sailing to an excellent spot to take a swim. Coronas, good music, sun, and fresh water fill your day.

You came up with a competition to see who jumped out of the boat the funniest way because you three were dumb. Charles wins by jumping and agitating his arms and legs like an old cartoon falling or very Gaga at the Super Bowl. Your stomach hurts from laughing, and your face from smiling.

After that, you all lay flat on your stomachs like iguanas under the sun, getting tan atop the boat; you don't remember a day nearby when you felt so happy. You felt at home with those two by your side.

-

It was around 4 a.m. and pitch black when Charles was suddenly awakened by sorrowful sounds coming from your bedroom.

He rushes and quickly opens the door, not caring to knock. He finds you crying, curled in your bed; you look like a total mess with red eyes, messy hair, and softly shaking, and Charles reacts like a headless chicken, pacing frantically around the room before getting to his senses and starting supporting a very troubled you.

—I got an idea that could help you feel better! —he tells you.

—Yeah?

—You trust me?

You nod.

—Let's go! —he offers you his hand and leads you out.

You take the lift to the basement parking lot, where Charles' Ferrari is all poorly and crocked parked outside lines of your apartment's parking spaces - that man was a great driver but terrible at parking - next to it is his powerful Ducati Panigale black motorbike is waiting for you.

Soon, you two are on his bike, crossing the streets of Monaco at full speed. Getting further away from the city and into the road. You tightly wrap your arms around him as he tells you you are entering the highway, and he begins to speed, pushing the bike's engine.

You could feel the fresh nightly ocean breeze hitting your body and entering your pores, every time more violently as you moved and Charles kept speeding up. You could see the full moon reflecting on the ocean waters. It was a clear night, with no stars in sight.

You love the rush and adrenaline of this speed ride. Charles speeds even more, and you hear the violent roar of the motor, the bike reaching its maximum. Then, in that brief moment, you get why all drivers are passionate about F1. Now you get it. Your sad tears become happy ones. You have never experienced something like this before, and it makes you feel so alive. The air feels so cold and harsh at the speed you are going that you almost feel it cutting your skin. It is a sensational feeling.

Charles then starts to slow down till he parks the bike and turns the engine off, helping you get on your feet, and you two lay on the grass after arriving at the destination.

—What a view! —you let out. The two of you are far away from the city, and you can see Monaco at the distance from the cliff you are on top of.

—This is my secret spot. I have been coming here since I was young when I felt I needed to clear my mind or wanted to escape everything. This view humbles you and calms you down at the same time —Charles confesses.

—Thanks for sharing it with me —you say to him, extremely grateful.

—It's the least I can do.

You can hear the waves hitting the cliff rock below you, and you admire the infinite ocean in front of you. The two of you sat there for a long time.

—Whenever you feel ready to talk about it. To open up about your past, who you are, or why you cried tonight, I will be here to listen —Charles offers you, breaking the comfortable silence. He is a kind and sweet person, a good person. And you aren't used to that.

He places his hand on top of yours just briefly, and you feel so happy to have a friend, to have him, no love feelings, no desire in between, just genuine friendship and honest support. 

He deserves the truth, and you want to let him know, but you are afraid of the repercussions. You don't want to get judged or, worse, to lose him.

-

Charles has been paying attention to you these past weeks and has noticed how you avoid or change subjects whenever your past or private life gets mentioned.

Every day that passes, he gets to know you more. It is just a matter of time before the truth comes out.

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[fairysluna]

INFATUATION

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aegon always had a few things made him genuinely happy, this pretty servant girl was one of them. However, the Gods seem to be eager to make his life miserable, for one day he sees all his future plans ruined by the intervention of others.

Tags/TW: angst, cursing, fluff, soft/brief smut, different social status trope, cheating, mentions of violence, murder, and kidnapping, death threats, betrayal(?

Author's Note: This is a request from my old account, I struggle to write this bc I didn't know how to start it but I finally figured it out. It took me a while but finally I did and here it is!

Word Count: 8.8k

Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

When Aegon met that sweet girl, it was merely accidental. He was in a place where he was not supposed to be and she was spending her night doing tasks she was not supposed to do. It was as if all the stars were perfectly aligned for the both of them to meet. Aegon would later call it destiny.

She was no more than a servant, no more than a lowborn girl who was lucky enough to work in the castle. She had no money, no titles, not even a house nor a family as her mother had passed from a fever a few years ago. She had never seen the world beyond the Red Keep, for she was born and raised there by her mother. There was nothing in her that could, perhaps, call the prince attention in the way that it did. 

They were both sixteen when they first met.

It was in the kitchens, quite late at night and passed the owl hour. The servant girl was polishing the plates and the silverware as she suddenly heard a loud noise. Of course she got really scared, especially when so many risks were going around King’s Landing, but her curiosity always took the best of her. With a kitchen knife in her hand, she started to get closer and closer towards the door. Small and stealthy steps until her shaky hand reached the cold door handle. 

She did not get the opportunity to open the door as someone else, from the other side, did it first. The knife fell from her hand as she took several steps back, and only then she was able to see who it was.

Prince Aegon walked inside the kitchen without even noticing the presence of the scared maid. The girl watched him from a corner as he wobbled around the room until finding a piece of bread, which he quickly ate, forgetting all his manners and etiquette classes. She was confused, visibly shocked by his presence in the room. She was thinking about what was best, letting him know she was there too or just waiting for him to realize on his own. 

He left no time for her to think further as he found her shape in the darkness and stood there, with a half eaten bread in his bruised hand and his lilac eyes fixed on her. 

“Who are you?” He dragged his words. She quickly realized he was drunk. “What are you doing here?”

“I- I…”

“Who are you?” He repeated, without even letting her finish. 

“I’m y/n.” She swiftly said, picking the knife from the floor and leaving it aside to clean it later. “I’m one of the servants of the kitchen, my Prince…” She explained, doing a small bow. 

“Why have I never seen you before?” He asked. 

The girl only managed to shrug, not sure what she should answer. Aegon just stood there, staring at her shape, at the way her dirty gown would contour her breasts. Lustful eyes were soon seen in the Prince’s face. 

“How old are you?” He asked again.

“Umh… ten-and-six.” She replied, a bit uncomfortable with his stare. 

“Same as I.” He let her know for some reason.

He stumbled towards her direction, the piece of bread soon fell onto the floor as he kept getting closer and closer to her. The girl widened her eyes with confusion and disbelief as he did so. She was shaking and nervous, her heart beating fast and unsteady. Her blood was running cold. He was a few inches away now, and the girl was able to sense his scent. He smelled like wine and sweat. It was not pleasing at all, but she did not blame him. He seemed to have had a terrible night. 

Aegon stretched his arm to reach for her, or at least that is what she thought in the first place. His hand went straight to the height of her waist as she could see the drunkenness in his eyes. She clenched her jaw once he was close enough to hear her fastened breathing. And just when she thought he would grab her waist, his hand followed its way until it reached a bottle of fine Dornish wine. 

She blinked a few times, relieved and confused. A rose blush went to her cheeks when she realized all the inner panic she went through for nothing. She was embarrassed by how her mind had worked in order to make her think that the Prince would be interested enough to get to touch her. It was ridiculous, it made her feel like a fool. 

Aegon did not even bother to grab a cup and pour some wine in it, he drank straight from the bottle. 

“I can tell you are nervous from my presence.” Aegon spoke with a smug grin on his pale face. “Do not worry about it. You are…” He looked at her from head to toe, as if he was analyzing her body to come up with the perfect word to describe her, “... pretty, but you are not my type.”

The girl frowned, a bit offended perhaps.

“I would definitely fuck you if your tits were bigger.” He muttered.

She blushed with his comment and she instinctively hid her body from his stare, turning his back at him to keep polishing the silverware. 

Aegon chuckled, and he left.

The girl thought that was the last time he would come to the kitchens, but she was wrong. He would visit the kitchen late at night every day since then, stealing some bread and some wine as if he was a beggar and not the heir of the Iron Throne. The girl would just bow at him, seeing that he would usually arrive drunk or dizzy with cuts in his face. 

She never really paid attention to any of that, the people who worked with her advised her to mind her own business in order to live in peace. Never repeat what you have heard, never ask too many questions and, most importantly, never get involved with them. She obeyed those rules, obviously, trying to stay out of trouble. But when one night Aegon arrived panting and with a deep cut in his forehead, she had to do something about it.

He looked worse than prior nights. His face was paler and sweaty, his eyes covered with dark circles and his lips dried and chapped. Besides the deep cut in his forehead, there were scratches on his face and bruises in his hand. The girl was genuinely worried for his state, especially when she found traces of dried tears in his cheeks.

“My prince…” She said in a gasp. Aegon was barely able to walk, and as soon as he entered the kitchen, he collapsed on the floor. She immediately ran towards him, kneeling by his side, “My prince, are you okay? Shall I call a Maester?”

Aegon did not reply, he just whimpered some unintelligible words. 

“Just wait here, my prince, I will call the Maester.” 

The girl stood up, but before she could step away from him, he grabbed her hand and made her stop. She looked down at him and she was able to perceive the begging in his eyes, she slightly frowned.

“No Maesters…” He said, his voice sounding raspy and low, “Please.”

She only nodded softly, but she still escaped from his weak grip in order to find some clean cloth and cover it with warm water. She kneeled once again when she had a small bowl and the cloth on her hand. She leaned to clean his wounds but before she touched him, she stopped herself.

“May I?” She softly asked. Aegon looked at her, a bit unsure, but he ended up nodding anyway. 

He hissed when the cloth was rubbed against his open wounds, they still hurted a lot, but he tried to make it seem as if they did not. The girl was gentle and careful, making sure to remove the dirt and dry blood out of his face. He clenched his jaw, and he was visibly tense. He was not used to receiving such a delicate treatment, and he certainly did not know how to react to it. Aegon would try to look away from her face, a bit embarrassed and shy. He felt as if he was a small boy once again, and he felt an odd sensation of safety in that moment; which was the weirdest thing. He had never interacted with this girl enough to find comfort in her touch, and yet he did.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked, “This is not your job.”

She shrugged, still concentrating on cleaning his face. Aegon would notice how she would frown and pressed her lips when she was focused… he thought it was kind of cute. 

“But it’s the right thing.” She replied. “I cannot leave you like this, your wounds might get infected.”

“So you’re doing this because you are nice.” He concluded, sighing. He was not going to lie, he was expecting her to ask something in exchange for her kindness.

“Is something wrong with that?” 

Aegon shrugged, “I was expecting you to tell me how much gold you wanted, actually.”

The girl laughed before she realized he was actually being serious. He genuinely thought she was doing this to gain something from him, especially when all his gentle interactions with other people had always come with a price… or with conditions.

“I- I would never ask you for gold, my prince.” She said softly, stopping for a moment to see his eyes. “Why would I do that when your family already gave me a place to live?” 

Aegon clicked his tongue and shook his head, “it’s just what I thought,” he replied, a bit embarrassed. 

The girl smiled softly at him, gently removing what was left of blood in his face. Once it was all done she stood up and helped the prince to stand too. He grabbed her hand, and sat on a chair. His head hurted, and his stomach was growling for food. The girl was quick to realize it as she made him a sandwich and gave him juice instead of wine. Aegon complained at first, but he soon was silenced by himself. 

She was being nice, he thought, the least he could do was be grateful to her.

He devoured the sandwich. He had not had food since lunch and his stomach only had wine and cider in it. The girl would look at him with curious eyes, she felt tempted to ask him what had happened, but then she remembered the rules; do not ask too many questions. Do. not. get. involved.

However, Aegon could see the curiosity all over her face. She was not very good at hiding it, not at all.

“They kicked me out of a tavern.” He explained, his mouth filled with the sandwich, “I forgot to take my gold coins with me, and when the owner found out I couldn’t pay him, he beat me up.” He pointed at his face, “I don’t even know how I got here. I thought I was going to be found laying in Flea Bottom.” There was a pause, and he scoffed, “The bastard hit me so fucking hard, he sober me up.”

She saw him smile slightly. It was a sour smile but still. His chubby cheeks made his pale face more tender, and kind… and handsome. The girl quickly tried to erase those intrusive thoughts out of her mind. He was a prince, the heir. She should not be thinking about him in that way. She tried to convince herself that it was a stupid thing, perhaps a silly little crush. She told herself to stop being a fool, and she forbade her mind to think about the prince in that way. It was not proper nor correct. 

Sadly, it was impossible to control her thoughts. 

The next few days were different, especially because Aegon would speak to her now. He did not ignore her presence any longer, and he would chat with her about small insignificant things. The girl did not mind about this at all, he would never share something private or delicate with her, he would just speak about trivial stuff or silly things such as how good the dornish wine was, or that he would someday fly to Lys to see what the brothels can offer him. Nothing too personal. 

She would listen to his rants, smiling, nodding and humming in agreement, never actually speaking too much. She was not going to lie and say that the prince did not intimidate her, he was handsome, and had quite the reputation although he never tried to overstep her limits. Still, there was something in him that made her feel some kind of nervousness in her system whenever he was around.  

The girl knew there was a big chance that Aegon did not remember all those nights, because she thought he was drunk in most of them. But he was not.

At first, of course, he was. He would go to the kitchen to eat and try to sober himself up before going to bed so the hangover would not be too harsh. But once he started to talk to her, to speak and spend time in the kitchens with her presence, he stopped getting excessively drunk. He wanted to remember their talks for some reason, even when she barely said a word.

He always wondered why, and one day, after he stopped eating some lemon pastries that she had saved for him, he asked her.

“You are not quite the talker, are you?” He teases, a slight smirk on his face, “Sometimes I feel as if I’m boring you with my words or something.”

She widened her eyes, shaking her head almost immediately. “Oh, no. No, of course not, my prince.”

Aegon scoffed, “I already told you, y/n. Stop calling me prince… I’m Aegon for you.”

She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. She blushed a little before looking at her old shoes and pressing her lips, “it doesn’t feel proper to call you that… I’m just a servant.”

Then he said something that would be tattooed on her mind until the end of her life.

“You’re not just a servant.” He spoke quickly, “You’re my friend.”

The girl looked so impressed that the words seemed to be unable to find their way out of her mouth. Her eyes reflected the shock his words brought to her mind, she stood still while her heart was beating fast and a weird sensation was installed in her gut. She tried her best to make her chest move calmly and steady. She did not know what was happening with her body and why his words made such an impact on her.

Aegon chuckled, he clearly had noticed her body tensed, “What?” He said, teasingly, with that smug grin that made him look so deadly handsome, “If you don’t want to be my friend, you can just tell me.”

The girl shook her head, “N-no…” Her voice came out thin and shaky. She cursed herself for it, “it’s not that… it took me by surprise, that’s all.”

“Why?” He quickly asked, genuinely curious.

“Well… uh,” she started dubiously, “I never thought you would consider me a friend, actually.” 

He frowned, “Why the fuck would I not?” he said, as if he was offended by her presumption. “You feed me, you listen to me without complaining, you make me laugh sometimes when you decide to open your mouth, you take care of my wounds…” He stopped himself, thinking about the long list of things she had done for him. “Of course you’re my friend, y/n. I would actually say that you are my only friend in this whole shithole.”

She could not help but blush. Her eyes glistening and her mind going fuzzy with intrusive thoughts. 

“You are my friend.” He continued for the last time. 

And he smiled. A genuine smile that made her heart burst with an unbeknownst feeling.

The years passed, and they were no longer children. Aegon married Helaena, and was now the father of two twins, with another babe on the way. The girl was in the wedding, not as a guest but as the responsible to serve the desserts on the enormous feast that was held in the honor of the new couple. She remembers that night, which was the first night Aegon was not able to visit her in the kitchen because he was bedding his new wife. She cried herself to sleep without even knowing why. 

Her eyes were puffy, red and sore the next morning. She excused herself saying it was allergies to the pollen; it was mid-spring. 

The years had only made their relationship become closer. Now they were both twenty and she knew she had fallen in love with him… she would just deny it to herself in order to cope with her feelings. To bear the weight of guilt she felt because she did everything she was not supposed to do in the first place. But how could she have avoided it in the first place? Aegon needed someone, and she was there… at the right place, at the right time. She did not choose this, why would she? She knew the consequences of her feelings, she knew that they would never be reciprocated by him. 

Now, not only was he a prince, but he was a married man and a father. 

She knew the truth; he had told her way before the wedding on one of those nights when they met in secret. He was doing it out of duty, he had no desire or carnal love for his sister at all, and those words made her feel better.

Their friendship remained a secret as a request from her. She was scared that they would kick her out of the castle if they found out about it, and she did not have any other place to go. Her whole life she has been living in the Red Keep, she did not have anything else.

“No one would kick you out if I said otherwise.” Aegon had said to her, “I swear it!”

The girl shook her head, “I don’t want to take risks, Aegon… please, just do this for me.”

And he did. He was unable to say no to her. 

Now they would spend long nights together. Talking and laughing in silence as the rest of the castle sleeps. They took advantage of those nights since it was the only time they could actually spend together, by themselves. Even when there was time when she was present during small feasts, sharing small stares and smiles with Aegon, that was not enough for either of them. They would always go and gather in their safe place. 

No one suspected them, until one night. 

Aegon went to the kitchens as usual after waiting for the hour of the owl in his room with a small cup of wine. He left his chambers by the secret passage as he usually did and went to the kitchens where he knew she was waiting for him. 

There she was. So busy kneading some dough to even notice his presence in the room. Aegon smiled as he saw her, wanting to scare her or prank her… but then he stopped himself to look at her. 

And then he saw her. He truly saw her. 

Her panting as she struggled to knead the dough –he inferred she has been doing it for a while now–, her face covered with small stains of flour as her hair was inside a kind of hair net. Aegon felt something odd growing inside of him, something that made him feel comfortable but nervous at the same time. It was a weird feeling, something that was quite unknown for him, but that  for some reason it felt right.

Her brow was furrowed, she was concentrating on what she was doing and she looked adorable. Anyone who would see her would think she was angry or mad, but Aegon knew her already. She was probably thinking about something else while doing her job, her body was here but her mind was somewhere else.

And he was right. She was actually thinking about him, she barely realized he was standing in the same room as her, for her mind was far away from that place. All the movement her body was doing was muscle memory, she was in automatic pilot while she was lost in her thoughts thinking about Aegon's laughter, and how it made her feel last night. She, of course, knew what all these feelings were about, but she tried to make them go away. She was not stupid enough to believe that she ever would have a chance with Aegon; he was a prince, the literal heir to the iron throne, and she was a mere servant, who hardly ever left the kitchen only to go to the dining hall.

She knew nothing about the world where she was living.

They both stood there in the kitchen with two different sets of minds. While the girl has not yet acknowledged Aegon's presence, Aegon had all his attention on her.

He stared at her as if there was nothing else left to see in the world. Her beauty was just now showing for him as he looked at the shape of her lips and wished to know what would it feel to kiss her, to hold her close, to caress her soft skin. He scared himself with those intrusive thoughts as he had never thought that way about anyone. There was a moment there where Aegon asked himself whether she had put a spell on him, because the need to touch her, and to be close to her was starting to feel overwhelming.

It wasn't until particles of the flour reached Aegon's nose, making him sneeze, that they both woke up from their daydreaming and looked at each other with widened eyes. Aegon realized how intensely he was looking at her, and she realized he was standing in front of her all this time. 

"Aegon..." She says surprised, "How... How long have you been standing there?" 

"A while." He simply answered, a small smile on his face. "You have flour in your face." 

She widened her eyes and giggled shyly as she grabbed a small kitchen cloth to carelessly wipe her face. She was a bit rough, and Aegon quickly went to her side to grab the cloth in her hand. 

"Don't be so rough with yourself" He told her before he started wiping what was left. 

He did it so gently and softly, that even he was surprised to find himself doing such a delicate gesture. The girl froze in her place as her heart beated faster and faster with each passing second. Her skin would tickle in every part he would touch, his trace left tiny marks that went straight to her heart and made her melt. It was such an innocent action, and yet it felt so intimate for both of them. 

She would have said something. She would have told him how much she loved the way his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the candles. She would have told him how bad she wanted to tangle her fingers in his silver hair. She would have told him the immense urge she felt to kiss him... but she didn't. She did not have the chance to do so.

The door of the kitchen was opened in a sudden move and an old woman that Aegon had never seen before walked inside the room. The girl took a few steps back almost immediately, and their moment was soon forgotten and ruined. The old lady looked at Aegon with surprise in her wrinkled face and she bowed swiftly at him. The girl nervously drove her attention back to the dough in front of her and her hands were digging in it once again. Her cheeks red, her eyes glistening, and her heart pounding fast. 

"Prince Aegon, you shall not be here..." The old lady said. The girl felt her heart ache at her words, as if the realization of the different social status between them was just hitting her mind, waking her up from her silly fantasy.

The old lady was Imelda. The oldest of all of the servants that work in the kitchen. She was the one in charge of all of them, as she has been working in the Red Keep since the reign of the Old King Jaehaerys. Imelda was a stern old woman, grumpy and strict, and with just one side look, the girl knew that the old woman knew about what was going on between Aegon and her.

"This is no place for a Prince." Imelda said. 

Aegon scoffed, annoyed. "And who are you to tell me where my place is?" He spoke harshly. 

Imelda looked at the girl, and then at the Prince, who was visibly bothered with her presence. The old woman looked at her feet. 

"I did not mean to offend you in any way, my Prince." Imelda said in a low tone, sounding almost embarrassed, "I beg for your pardon if that is the case."

Aegon quickly took his eyes off of the grumpy lady to put them in the sweet girl in front of him. She was visibly nervous, her hands were shaking for she knew she was in trouble now. The stern look on Imelda's face was burning in her face. Aegon tried to do something to get her out of the situation that he put her in. 

"I'll be in my chambers." He spoke. His tone was different, less soft and gentle. It was demanding, he was not speaking to her, he was giving her an order. She immediately knew what he was trying to do. “Do not take long, I don’t have the patience to wait for my meal the whole night.”

And then he left. The girl immediately went to grab some fruit, using the first thing she saw to prepare something for him. She was improvising, her hands still shaking as she cut apples, strawberries and pineapples. Imelda was staring at her sternly, with a serious grin that would threaten anyone who is brave enough to see it. 

It was the first time they had been caught in almost four years of their friendship. She wondered why Imelda was there in the first place, because she was usually soundly sleeping at this hour. 

“You shall not allow the prince to be here.” Imelda ordered.

She accommodated the fruit in a small bowl and the bowl in a silver platter. 

“I don’t think I should be giving orders to the prince, Imelda.” She spoke softly, evading her stare. “If the prince desires to be here, I cannot kick him out.”

She put a cup and a bottle of wine in the silver platter along with the bowl of fruit that she quickly cut into small pieces. She picked it up with a napkin made out of fabric and started to walk towards the door. She was about to leave when Imelda grabbed her arm in a firm and painful grip. She gasped out of impression and turned around to see her with widened eyes.

"Imelda-"

"What do you think you are doing?" She asks bitterly, furrowing her already wrinkled forehead. "Drooling behind the prince's back as if you were some kind of whore..."

She clenched her jaw after hearing her words. Offended and hurt by the nature of them. The girl couldn't believe what she was hearing, the old lady's harsh words ripping through her heart as sharp as a dagger. She has never spoken to her that way before. No one has ever done so. 

"I don't know what you're implying..." She whispers, nervously. 

The old lady pressed her lips and looked at her.

"Yes, you do." Imelda said before letting her go. 

The girl took a deep, shaky breath before walking outside the kitchens to go to Aegon’s chambers. Her lips were quivering, her eyes tearing up as she bit her lip and tried not to sob in the gloomy empty hallways of the Red Keep. 

Once she arrived at Aegon's chambers, she spoke to him for a few minutes before she thought it was time to go back in case Imelda was waiting for her to return. Aegon did not ask her for the drying tears on her cheeks or the reason why her nose was reddish… he just caressed her hair for the last time before kissing her forehead and letting her go. 

The next morning things started to get complicated. Ser Criston walked into his room to announce the Hand and the Queen were expecting his presence in the Hand’s quarters. Aegon groaned because he was awakened during a beautiful dream that had that pretty girl as its main character. And yet, he got up from his comfortable bed and got dressed up. 

He walked reluctantly and lazily towards the place his grandsire and his mother would be waiting for him. Ser Criston was walking behind his back, escorting him to make sure he did not run away before arriving at his sire’s chambers.

Once he was getting closer, he saw the old lady walking to the opposite way, as if she was just leaving the room. Aegon frowned, and immediately a weird feeling was placed on his chest. He followed the only lady with his stare until she turned in a corner and faded out of his sight. Aegon clenched his jaw, and walked inside the room. 

“Take a seat, Aegon.” His mother told him, he reluctantly did as she asked, still thinking of the old lady whose name he could not recall. 

“What is it?” He asked impatiently, “Tell me already.”

“So you know why you are here.” Otto stepped in the conversation. 

Aegon shrugged, “I might have an idea.”

Alicent looked at Otto, and she nodded softly, as if she was giving him the permission to begin the conversation without delaying it further. 

“We’ve heard about some rumors-”

“So all of this is because of what an old wench said?” He interrupted him. 

Alicent closed her eyes and then looked down at the floor, as if his words had just confirmed what the rumors said. Aegon knew he fucked up by just seeing his mother’s reaction.

"So it is true." Otto said, a bitter grin on his face. Alicent sighed, "You are involved with that servant girl."

"Whatever I do in my leisure time is not of your concern." Aegon replied immediately, "It does not matter who I talk to-"

"It does, Aegon." Alicent interrupted, "Helaena is your wife, the mother of your children... you must respect her."

"I do respect her."

"By having an affair with a low born?" His mother accused him, her eyes looking at him as if she was accusing him of something, "I was kind enough to allow you to sleep with whores and maids... I gave you that freedom because you are a man. But this... this seems more intimate than any other relationship you may have had in the past and I cannot allow this."

"An affair?" He asked, a bit offended, "What did the old wrench tell you?"

"That she found you and this lady in a compromising position in the kitchens... and that you've been seeing her for a while now." Otto said.

"She's my friend." Aegon said.

"How long has this been going on?” Alicent asked, her tone stern and firm. 

“A while.” Aegon replied without second thoughts. 

“A while?” Otto repeated, frowning. “How long?”

“Does it matter?” 

“Aegon, answer the question.” Alicent demanded. 

He clenched his jaw and clicked his tongue, his eyes almost rolling with annoyance before he responded, “A few years… four, perhaps, I don’t know.”

“Gods…” Alicent muttered, “This is unbelievable.”

“What are your intentions with that girl?” Otto asked, “Did you bed her already? Are you paying for her services?”

“She’s not a whore.” Aegon spat with rage. How dare he speak so poorly of her? “I will not allow you to speak about her in that way.”

“It seems as if you are fond of this girl, aren’t you?” The old man spoke again. His voice was already making Aegon angrier. “Whatever is the origin of this infatuation, it must end now. Helaena is your wife, and having this kind of relationship with a low born is hugely offensive for her and for your children.”

“She is my friend.” Aegon repeated, “I will not stop this just because a bitter old lady is spilling rumors about me.”

“Are they truly just rumors, Aegon?” Alicent stepped in, her voice softer than Otto’s but still being stern and firm, “Can you look me in the eye and swear to me that you do not have feelings for this girl?”

Aegon did not say anything, he just looked at his mother with an indescribable look in his conflicted face. He was uncertain of his feelings, he did not know how to identify them… however, he knew that everytime he would spend the night with her company he felt better, he knew that her soft smile always brings him comfort, and he knew for sure that the girl was certainly the only person in the world that truly knows him. 

But that does not mean he had fallen for her, does it?

“This is bullshit.” Aegon muttered, trying to avoid the question. Alicent sighed, but there was a pitiful look on her face. It seemed as if she was able to read through him, and see what his true feelings were.

Before the conversation went any further, a guard walked inside the room. He claimed that the king had asked for the presence of his wife in his chambers urgently; Alicent had no other choice but to leave. Aegon was left behind with the unpleasant company of his grandsire, the hand.

“Shall I go now?” Aegon asked. 

“I’ll give you a choice, Aegon.” Otto started, completely ignoring the question of the young prince. “Stop seeing this servant girl and everything will be fine for her; she will keep her position in the kitchens, she will be safe with a roof over her head-”

“And what if I don’t?” He interrupted him, daringly, not letting himself look intimidated by him.

Otto pressed his lips in a thin line, trying to suppress a sigh. He looked disappointed, as if that was not the answer he was expecting.

“The consequences will be… harmful. Not for you, but for her.”

“Is that a threat?” 

Otto shook his head, “No.” He spoke softly, “It’s a warning.”

Aegon left the room with a challenging smirk, but the words of his grandsire were spinning around his mind during the whole day. He tried to make it seem as if he was not scared by his words, but in reality he was frightened. The safety of his beloved was at risk, and the fact something bad might happen to her because of his actions was killing him inside. 

He did not go to the kitchens that night… or the next day, or the next week.

He isolated himself from her because he thought it was the right thing to do. He even thought that the distance he had imposed between them was going to help him to forget about the new feelings that were starting to flourish inside of him. Sadly, it did not. It only made him more desperate to be with her. 

She has become his new drug. The wine was not enough to get her out of his mind during those agonizing days when he forced himself to be away from her. He was craving her, his whole body would ache with her absence… until he could not bear it anymore. 

Aegon left his chamber late at night, ignoring the questions of the guard outside his door and almost running towards the servants' dorms. His legs were working out of muscle memory, for his mind was only thinking of her. 

The girl widened her eyes as Aegon stumped in her room. It was so odd to see him there, usually he would never cross the kitchen’s towards the dorms. She stood from her bed in one jump, and Aegon’s breath was caught in his throat as he saw her. Her light-blue nightgown was contouring her shape so beautifully that Aegon felt weak in the knees. It was the first time he had seen her in that state, with her hair exposed without that ugly piece of fabric covering it and without the dirty attires she was forced to use.

And gods, she was such a sight. 

“Aegon…” She spoke first, breaking the silence. “What in the seven hells are you doing here? Imelda can see you-”

“I don’t give a shit about that old wench.” Aegon quickly said, “I haven’t been able to visit you because she told my mother about… us.”

Her face went pale as his words left his mouth, the girl took a sharp breath, “What?”

“My mother and Otto spoke with me about it, they know.”

“So that’s why the Hand asked for me the other day…” She said softly, as if she had just connected the dots inside her head.

Aegon panicked, “What? Why? What did he say to you?”

“It was quite odd, he wanted to speak to me about an upcoming feast… I don’t know why he would choose to speak about those matters with me, I’m not even in charge.”

“He wanted to see your face… I don’t know how he got your name, I never told him.” The despair in his voice was quite obvious for her. 

“Is something wrong?” She asks softly, her voice being so comforting for Aegon. He looked at her, and she immediately had an idea of what might have happened. She tilted her head as she pressed her lips in a thin line, “He threatened me, didn’t he?” 

Aegon nodded slowly, and he took a few steps closer to her in order to cup her face; softly and gently. That mere action brought butterflies to her gut, and a rose blush to her cheeks. 

“I will never let him hurt you.” He spoke firmly, “I promise you.”

“I know…” She whispered, so softly that he was barely able to hear, “Friends are supposed to protect each other, right?”

He slightly smiled at her, his hand still cupping her face as their eyes did not dare to look anything else but her. Her eyes, he flushed cheeks, her nose, her lips. The girl felt safe, suddenly all the messy situations with Imelda and Otto were long forgotten thanks to his touch and his soft look in his face.

But then, something changed in his eyes, something was different. His softened stare was showing something else, something strange. An emotion that she could not quite identify. His smile suddenly disappeared, as if something had taken over him, as if he had just had an epiphany right there in that place. He pauses, she could feel that he even stopped breathing for a second, she saw the small turmoil crossing his eyes as she stared at her.

Then he pronounced in a whisper, barely audible.

"You're my best friend..."

She saw it; the look in his eyes, the way his cheeks seemed to be tainted with a soft pink shade. The way his words slipped out of his mouth with so much care. She knew it immediately, she could feel it in the silence that came after his words, she could feel it in his loving touch.

They were in love.

She took a deep breath before doing the bravest thing she had ever done... she pressed her lips against his. At first it was soft, a mere touch that was scared of being rejected, a soft brush against his lips. But Aegon had waited for it for a long time, and he tightened the grip on her cheeks just enough to pull her closer to him and properly kiss her.

Her lips were so soft, so delicate and gentle. His lips were dried, a bit chapped too, and she could sense a slight flavor of wine in his mouth as he slowly tried to slip his tongue between her lips. She accepted it immediately, grabbing his shirt between her fists. Her lips moving against his in an almost perfect synchronization that made the both of them drool for each other.

It was gentle, careful and slow. They were tasting each other without hurry, seizing the moment that they had been waiting for so long without even realizing. It felt so perfect, so right, so good. It was amazing, they both felt amazing.

Soon their bodies started to crave for more, and their clothing started to disappear. Aegon’s hands were not able to stay still, he felt the desperate need to touch every single inch of her skin. He needed to feel every curve, every scar, every tiny detail drawn on her. He needed to feel his hands burn with her warm skin. 

She was sighing, breathing heavily as Aegon was claiming her body with soft kisses. Her eyes closed but her mouth slightly open as soft murmurs left her lips. He kissed every part of her; her neck, her collarbones, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and he took his time when he kissed between her legs. She had to bite the back of her hand to not moan out loud, for the pleasure he was giving her was too much for her to handle. She was sure she saw stars. 

When Aegon decided it was time to move onto the next part, they were both panting already, filled with lust and love for each other as they stared at their eyes with soft smiles drawn on their flustered faces. Aegon placed himself between her legs and slowly pushed himself inside of her. Her face contracting out of pain and pleasure was a sight that Aegon would never forget, it was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. 

He moved slowly after letting her adapt to his size, bucking his hips slow but deep. He kissed her, devouring her lips as a starve man as he would moan against her. The girl was breathing fast, so overwhelmed with what was going on that she was barely able to think about anything that was beyond that tiny room. Aegon would look at her face, at her burning cheeks and teary eyes, and his heart would beat fast. 

He knew right there at that moment that his grandsire was wrong. This was not an infatuation, this was pure love. He was in love. 

His face was soon buried on the crook of her neck as his thrust remained slow, but turned harder and deeper. They were trying so hard not to be too loud, but it was too much. Aegon was whimpering against her skin as she was softly whining. They were lucky that the castle had thick walls. 

When they finished, they were out of breath. Their skin was sweaty and burning, and the bed was a mess. They kissed once more, still letting soft moans leave their lips as they did so. They were tangled with each other, not wanting to let go of their grip. 

There was a moment of silence, only their fastened breathing was heard. Their foreheads were pressed against each other as their eyes were still closed. 

“I’m scared of losing you.” He mumbled, “I love you so much.”

His words made her eyes flutter open. He leaned back a few inches to see her face and caressed her sweet features. She was so beautiful.

“I love you too, Aegon…” She answered shyly, with a small smile on her face.

He took a deep breath and spoke again, “Do you love me enough to escape with me?” 

Her heart sank and her breathing, which was starting to become steady, fastened again. Aegon rubbed his nose against hers and pledge,

“We can take Sunfyre and leave this place… we can be happy together, I know that.” 

“But-”

“I already have an heir.” He answered before she could ask the question, “When my father dies my place will be given to Jaehaerys, I know Aemond will be there to guide him and teach him everything he needs to be a good king… He is better than me in that aspect.” 

“They will find us…” She said, hesitantly. Aegon was sounding too convincing. 

“I’ll make sure they don’t.” He reassured her, “Do you trust me?”

The girl did not even hesitate to nod. 

“Then believe me when I say that I would never let something bad happen to you… Never.”

Her soft eyes looked at him with illusion and hope, Aegon’s eyes were looking back at her with the same stare. They were imagining a life away from the prejudice of people, a new life in a place that would let them be free to love in their own way. It sounded too good to be true, but there was a big chance that it might actually become their reality. 

She accepted, kissing his lips one more time.

The plan was simple; go to the Dragonpit and wait for him there. The girl had gathered her belongings –that were not much– and left the Red Keep a few minutes after the hour of the owl. She wandered in the crowded streets of King’s Landing all the way towards Rhaenys’ Hill. Long minutes later, she arrived… but Aegon was nowhere to be seen yet.

It was cold. The breeze would cause shivers in her arms as she tried to hug herself to make it go away. She was hiding in a corner near the main stairs of the Dragon Pit, it was dark, freezing, but her heart was filled with warmth as she knew it was the beginning of her story with Aegon by her side. 

The girl looked around, the hood covering most of her face and clothing as she awaited for her lover to arrive. She was nervous, excited, but mostly content. She never thought someone like Aegon would ever lay his eyes on her, least to say his heart. But now there she was, a few minutes away from happiness. 

But the Gods are usually known for being cruel on that side of Westeros. So many tragedies succumbed to the Targaryens and those who surrounded them that Historians may as well write a book full of them. 

She had been waiting for a while now, and Aegon was still not even close to appearing. She thought about walking back to the Red Keep, but then the sound of metal armor coming her way made her freeze. She tried to hide in some dark corner, to be quiet and still so they would not see her. But they eventually did. 

The guards treated in horrible ways, pushing her and accidentally ripping her clothing, making her freeze with the coldness of the dark night. She whimpered in pain when they dragged her out of her hiding spot, her whines and screams were the only thing that was heard in that part of the city… and yet no one helped her.

She prayed to the Gods, begging for Aegon to show up and save her as her prince in shiny armor, but he never did. Eventually, the girl started to cry out of her broken heart, for she thought Aegon had lied to her… that he had tricked her into this to get rid of her. And even though she tried to not think about that being a possibility, it was merely impossible. 

The girl was last seen being carried away from the Dragon Pit, at least ten guards surrounding her as she was dragged. “Take me to Prince Aegon!” She yelled, almost ripping her throat apart while the tears would stream down her face without control, “Prince Aegon knows me! Take me to him!” But the guards only scoffed at her words, convinced that they were lies. 

They took her away from the castle, away from King’s Landing, away from Aegon. 

On the Red Keep, at the same time, Aegon was fighting with another group of guards commanded by his grandsire, Otto. The instructions were quite clear, ‘do not let the Prince outside the castle’. Aegon was desperate, crying and pushing the guards with all his strength, but there was no good outcome from his actions as it only appeared to weaken him even more.

His heart was filled with worry, knowing that a cruel fate awaited his lover if they ever found her in the Dragon Pit… A servant in that place would only mean she was trying to steal the Dragon Eggs; perhaps someone that tried to do what Elissa Farman did with Rhaena Targaryen many years before. 

But Aegon knew the truth, and no matter how loud he would scream it, the guards would refuse to listen. It was as if his words would fade in the wind before reaching their ears.

It wasn’t until his grandsire appeared in the room that he was able to calm down his hysteria only to replace it with pure rage. His eyes were shooting daggers, they were black at that point… there was no trace of the lilac tone that his lover used to adore. He was consumed by his own disgrace as he knew what it meant Otto’s presence in the room.

He knew. 

“What did you do to her?!” He asked, desperately, clenching his jaw and fuming as he spoke, “What did you do?!”

Otto seemed to be unbothered by his anger, he even looked pleased. Aegon was tearing up again, making fists with his shaky hand while his breathing became too unsteady. He was almost shaking in his place. 

“I warned you, Aegon.” Otto spoke, a tired look on his face, “I gave the chance to keep her safe, and you did not take it.”

“You had no right-”

“I did what I had to do for the good of the realm, my prince.” He spoke slowly, with that entitled tone that made Aegon lose his mind. “She was a threat for you-”

“What did you do?!” He repeated, his voice getting raspier, louder and thicker.

“She is gone.” He said plainly. 

“Where?” Aegon asked desperately as his grandsire ignored him. 

“The King has passed in his sleep. Tomorrow at midday you will be crowned as the new King of the Seven Kingdoms,” He explained, Aegon was sobbing, rubbing his face with his hands as an act of despair, “behave yourself until then.”

“Tell me where she is!” He commanded, not even caring about the news. He barely heard them, for his mind was fuzzy and he was not able to see beyond his own worry and distress, “I’m your future King, you will tell me where she is!”

“The whereabouts of your mistress are not of your concern anymore. You must focus on your kingdom and your queen from this day forward, enough with your antics.” 

“I swear it, I’m going to kill you…” He spat with rage. Otto still seemed unbothered, which made Aegon feel even worse.

He felt as if no one cared about him, and perhaps he was right. Just the mere fact that his own grandsire had conspired to take away from him the only thing that has ever made him happy was enough proof of that. It was a punishment from the Gods, Aegon thought one night afterwards, a punishment for being so cruel with other servants in the Red Keep, for being careless and improper. But even for him, that punishment was too much. 

Aegon never heard of her again. He never knew what her fate was, whether she was alive or not will become a constant question in his life.

It was as if she vanished in the air. He tried to look for her, sending spies and guards to search for her all over Westeros and Essos, including the most recondite place in the world and the ruins of Old Valyria… but there was no sight of her. 

His heart never healed. His heart will always ache for her, for her gentle touch and her sweet voice. He will never forget the way she would make him feel, so loved and good. Aegon knew that no one, in this life or another, will ever make him feel that way again. 

She was everything for him, and now that they took her he had nothing left. Nothing but memories and a cruel pain in his chest. 

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Prompt: 16. Keep Warm [B5]

Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Hideout Cabin somewhere in Scottland

Continuation of: Prompt 2. Restless Waiting, 3. Snowballing, 7. Stormy Reunion & 8. Rosemary For Holly

A/N: It's Saturday and we're really digging in on the second half of Rickmas2023 now! As you probably remember I'm celebrating the first of three Christmas events this weekend so this fic is a bit shorter and I'm afraid there is a bit of a cliff at the end 👀 But, it's Snape time and even if he's not a lot in today's fic I'm hoping you will enjoy the build-up, after all, getting closer to real Christmas so I'm certainly feeling some building excitement over here 🤭👏

Tags/TW’s: Worry, Light Anxiety, Waiting, Being Alone, Receiving Gifts, Potion Drinking, Loss Of Bodily Control, Wishing For One's SO

Word Count: 1.6k+

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Over a week had passed since I last saw him. Every day that passed my heart hurt worse. I caught myself wishing I'd never decorated for him, had never stayed and waited for him, had never tried to get close to him. The hurt of now knowing he felt for me as I did for him was almost too much to carry, waking each day wondering where he was, going to sleep each night hoping he’d return but never falling asleep knowing it would happen. He hadn’t told me how long to stay, when he’d be back, or even if he would return at all.

“Christmas is turning out to be horrible this year…” I muttered to myself as I shoved my feet into the too-big boots to fetch wood from the shed behind the cottage. I don’t have to stay, I could just leave… But of course, I wouldn’t do that. I would wait for him, stay hidden as he wished, and hope he’d come for me one day. I busied myself as best I could with upgrading the cottage, stuffing cracks with old rips of sheets, covering the creaky and cold floors with rugged mats I'd found in the attic, and even washing every piece of cutlery and china I could get my chilled hands on in the old kitchen. I did everything the muggle way, to make it take longer and drain my energy so my mind wouldn’t spin.

I grabbed the door’s handle and a swoosh filled the air, but it came from behind me. As I spun around I saw nothing at all.

“Down here, miss,” a squeaky voice said and my eyes lowered to the floor by the sofa. An elf in the strangest of clothing stood all proud and smiley with the biggest set of eyes trained on me.

“H-Hello,” I said while turning to face the little creature. “And who might you be?”

“Dobby, miss. A free elf,” he said, all proud and sweet-looking.

“Hello, Mr Dobby,” I said with a slightly confused smile. the little elf gasped and seemed to melt with emotions by my knees; a rather adorable sight with those big eyes of his and the raising of his wobbly ears.

“Here with goods, miss.”

“Goods?”

“Yes, miss. Dobby has all the goods,” he said and I nearly laughed at the use of words.

“Well, what, umh, goods are you here with, Mr Dobby?”

Only Dobby, miss. No Mr." I nodded at him in compliance.

The little elf snapped his fingers and appeared right by me, opening a little bag that seemed to just keep on opening as he pulled on the fabric. Eventually, it covered most of the floor with a gaping black hole as the only content.

“Give Dobby a minute, miss.” I nodded and he jumped into the bag that was more of a blanket of nothingness by now. Things began to fly out of the bag, piling up next to it by the entryway to the kitchen. Decorations of all kinds as well as books, clothes, food and lastly a present wrapped in green silken paper with a black string all around it. From Severus?

Dobby appeared next to the big pile with a great big smile stretching his face almost weirdly wide.

“Is this all for me?” I asked.

“Yes miss, miss has many friends.”

“Friends?”

“Yes, miss. Dumbledore sent Dobby, Dobby loves to help, miss.”

“I-, I don’t know what to say,” I confessed as I looked at the elf and the pile. “Do they know where I am?”

“Dumbledore knows everything, miss. He’s a great wizard, he knows they can’t trace Dobby, miss. Dobby is an elf.”

“Yes, yes I can see that, a very handsome elf with such, umh, colourful clothing.” He beamed at my words, even if they weren’t fully honest. He looked more like he’d robbed a second-hand store of elf and jester clothes but it was cute, in a way.

“Dobby will leave you now, miss.”

“Oh, wait, no, won’t you stay for just a moment?” I asked while taking a step forward.

“Dobby has a lot of work, miss.”

“I-, well, of course you do. I’m sorry. But, can I ask a question?” The elf nodded. “Is Severus well?”

“Professor Snape, miss?”

“Yes.”

“Dobby has not seen him, miss—” My heart sank. “—but the package is from him. Dangerous man, miss. Miss should stay away from him. Harry Potter says he is a very bad man. Dobby has seen him many times at-, at Dobby’s old master's house, miss. Bad men, bad women. Miss should stay away.”

As I had already been dressed I elected to go fetch the wood before getting a fire going and moving in on the big pile of stuff the elf had left. With my wand, I moved the things to the right rooms before I bent down and picked up the gift that remained on the floor. The silky paper was soft to the touch and the black string matched the one tying up the rosemary to the garland above the fireplace.

I exhaled a too-deep breath. “Thank you, Dobby. But he’s not a bad man, he’s a good man. One day, the world will know what he has done.” Dobby tilted his head so his big ears not covered by the three hats atop his little head flopped about.

“Miss sounds very sure?”

“It’s not my secret to tell, and I heard you, as an elf, is good at secrets and know the value of them?”

“Oh, yes, miss! Dobby is most good with secrets, only telling secrets when Dobby needs to, miss!” I don’t think that’s what it means to be good with secrets…

“Thank you, for the company and gifts, Dobby,” I simply said and the elf smiled once more before sweeping his hand out to magically gather the bag anew before he nodded at me and snapped his fingers. He was gone, and I was alone once more.

I sank down on the sofa, the gift shook in my trembling hands while I did all I could to hold back my emotions and keep my thoughts in check. If I didn’t, I’d go mad in the cottage and perhaps do something stupid that would risk not only Severus’s life but the lives of many if his cover were to be broken. No matter how it hurt, I’d simply do as he asked. Stay, hide, do my part to keep him safe. To help him in any way I could even if it meant feeling useless and worried.

I opened the gift, not caring it wasn’t Christmas yet — there was no note telling me to wait either. Within the box, nestled among layers of crinkled paper, lay a vial with a purple liquid within. It shimmered and shined as I held up the bottle, the content appeared to move of its own accord in there, forming mesmerizing swirls. The label simply said Keep Warm and nothing else.

What am I supposed to do with this? Drink it? I wondered while rummaging around in the box only for a piece of paper to cut my finger. I hissed and sucked at the wound by instinct. I hate papercuts . But I didn’t think more of it as I picked up the little yellowish piece only to be met by Severus’ handwriting. My heart instantly kicked up a stir.

“Lay down and drink, think of the thing you want most. Keep warm and be fully dressed.” Well, that makes little sense… But it was in his handwriting, I’d know the harsh but pretty swirls of ink anywhere. So, I didn’t wait for the night to come. If Severus took the trouble of brewing a potion and getting it to me it was surely worth it. I already knew the thing I’d think about was him being with me.

I followed his instruction, stoking the fire, dressing well and readying the bed with extra blankets to keep myself warm for however long the potion would keep me under. My blind faith in him, it was nearly scary. But Christmas was the time of miracles, and that’s what I thought of as I snuggled up under the blankets with several candles lit in the room and my body fully dressed from head to toe.

I drank the thick liquid, it seemed to crawl down my throat rather than slink down like any other drink. It tasted sweet, like honey, and the texture wasn’t much different from the gooey golden substance. My mind only held the thought of wanting to be with Severus as I slowly became heavy and immobile. My mind turned sluggish yet I held on to the thought of him, the want of being in his arm and seeing that he was safe.

I had never thought I’d end up in a blizzard, ravaged by slicing winds and attacked by tiny flakes of ice and snow that nipped at my skin with what seemed a wish to draw blood. I lay immobile in the deep snow, feeling it turn to water from my body heat only to chill me through my clothes. My body was still stuck in the grasp of the potion while I tried to get my bearings despite not seeing anything but swirling snow around me.

...To Be Continued...

“Belinna!” came his voice from far away. “I feel you!” he called but the storm seemed to swallow up the words.

“S-Severus,” I whispered, my words a mere fog of breath.

“Belinna!” he called again, closer this time as my fingers began to twitch, the sluggishness slowly subsiding yet I still couldn’t move.

“Where are you?” he shouted over the howling winds while my heart began to thump too hard in my chest. His voice was farther away.

“Here,” I whispered. “I’m, here, Sev…”

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A/N: Well, okay, cliffhanger it is today. I'm sorry darlings for leaving you at en end like that and for the fic to be shorter but I'm in the middle of celebrating Christmas with my mom, hubby, and daughter so forgive me for the shortness 🙈❤

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Q: Would you rather walk around for a week dressed as a Christmas elf or a Christmas reindeer?

A: I think, since I'm tall as it is, the horns would be annoying for me. I'd bump into stuff overhead (like in doorways) so I'll have to go with the elf costume - even if it has really big shoes and way too many stripes according to my idea of an elf 😂

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[Dec:2023]

[weird-is-life]

Why haven't you called earlier?

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: Steve has a headache and calls you to come over to cuddle

Warnings: like one swear word, needy Steve, use of y/n and pet names, mentions of painkillers

Words: 0.8k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

Steve felt like he was dying. He wasn't really dying, but the headache he had, felt like the literal death. So in his full of pain state, he called the only person that could help him. You.

It took him a lot of effort to walk to the phone, he had his eyes squinted, so he kept stumbling in the furniture on the way, aswell.

"Hello?" you asked, when you answered the call.

"Hi baby, it's me..." Steve breathed out.

"Oh, hi Stevie, is everything okay? We still on for the date?"

"I'm sorry, i won't make it today. My head is killing me so much, i can barely keep my eyes open. I'm sorry" he responded sluggishly.

"Your head?" you asked in concern.

"Umh" he hummed in agreement, he was too tired to speak.

"It's okay, i understand, we don't have to go out tonight. But still, i could come to yours, do you want me to come over?" you questioned. You wanted to take care of Steve. Sometimes he would overwork himself, forgetting to take a break and that often resulted in the headaches.

"Please" he breathlessly replied, he was desperate to have you with him.

"Okay, i'll be there soon."

You found the house in almost complete silence. The only sounds you heard were the soft snores coming from Steve's room.

His room was dark, curtains shut close. Steve was laying on his side, on the bed, cheek squished on the pillow. He wasn't asleep though, because as soon as you walked in the room, his eyes opened.

"Hey, pretty girl" he groggily said, rubbing his temples.

"How are you feeling?" you sat down next to him and gently brushed the hair away from his eyes.

"Like shit" he chuckled. His head was pounding badly, it felt like somebody hit him with a hammer.

"Why haven't you called earlier?" you suspected, that he's probably felt like shit since the morning.

"I thought, it'd go away and we could go on the dinner" he admited.

"Just call me next time, yeah?" you smiled at him," Did you take any painkillers, love?"

"Nope, i ran out. "

"Steve! You should have called me earlier. If i knew you were suffering this bad, i'd have come right away" you lightly smacked his arm and scoffed in disbelieve.

"Sorry?" he laughed at your frown.

"I have a few in my bag, let me just grab you some water" you wanted to go to the kitchen, but Steve didn't want to let you go.

"Steve, you have to let go off my hand, so I can actually get you the water" you chuckled.

"No, i don't want water. I just need cuddles from you and i'll be fine " he pouted and tried to pull you to his chest.

"You need to take some medicine and then you'll be fine. Just let me go get it, i'll be right back, i promise" you tried to convince him.

"I will die" he whinned and you couldn't help but to laugh at his neediness.

"You will die, if i don't cuddle you right away?" he was being ridiculous.

"Yes" he stated.

"Oh c'mon, you can wait for 1 minute" you swiftly managed to wriggle out of his hand and ran to the kitchen. You knew, if you hadn't done that, then Steve would have insisted on the cuddling and it definitely wouldn't help his headache.

"You're mean" he complained as you walked back into the room with a glass of water.

"I'm sorry, babe. But here" you handed him the pill and the glass "take this and you can finally get the cuddles you want."

He didn't protest anymore. He quickly gulped the water down along with the painkiller and then made grabby hands at you.

"You're so cute" you playfully pinched his cheek, teasing him for being so impatient.

"You promised me cuddles, sweetheart" he scowled at you, you laughed at him instead of giving him what he wanted.

"Ugh fine, fine. Come here" you finally gave up. The puppy eyes he gave you, convinced you.

You layed down next to him and he instantly put his head on your chest, wrapping his big hands around your torso. He sighed in content, when you started playing with his hair.

"Comfortable? " you raised your eyebrows at him, humor written all over your face.

"Very" he murmured into your tummy, which made you squirm under him, because it tickled you.

"I'm glad" you said with affection and caressed his cheek.

"Thank you for coming here, sweetheart " he tiredly spoke against your skin again. Your other hand, which wasn't in his hair, was running circles on his back and that was lulling him to sleep

"Of course. Now try to get some sleep, yeah?" you said and the only responce you got, was silence. He was already fast asleep.

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Hey guys, thank you for reading. Let me know what you think. Feedback is always hugely appreciated. If anybody is interested in being my beta reader for Stranger things fics, dm me please.

Also im in need of inspiration, so feel free to send me any requests.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

[writingsfor-u]

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 | 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗡𝗔𝗠 𝗥𝗔 𝘅 𝗙𝗘𝗠!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

-𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 : 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

-𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 : 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

-𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 : 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

You stared at her.

She is so cool, so gorgeous, so flawless.

you could talk about her for hours , days even.

you couldnt lie to yourself saying that maybe it was just a tiny crush..no no no it was a major crush.

Shes perfect.

"yah" your seatmate called out.

"Yah Y/N"

"YAHH HELLO EARTH TO Y/N"

You finally snapped out of your day dreams

"why are you yelling?" You said annoyed

"we were talking about going to his moms restaurant you wanna come" gyeong su replied with the same annoyed tone you gave him

"yeah whatever"

you went back to staring at prez (not in a creepy way) but you saw her already looking at you.

your face flushed pink and looked away immediately.

'did she notice' you thought still embarassed and worried.

'god this is embarissing'

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It was lunchtime when you saw her.

she was wearing earphones and reading a book as usual.

You dont know what courage or spirit that got to you but your damn mind told you to tap her shoulder.

And like always your body always does what your mind told it to.

Nam-ra's POV

i felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked to see who it is and saw her.

Nam-ra felt her heart racing when she saw you.

"oh hello what do you need Y/N" She turned to the girl that was slightly taller than her.

"I..umh...can I walk with you" she smiled awkwardly.

my heart skipped a beat.

"sure" i smiled lightly at her now grinning face.

She was unsure on what this feeling is. She has never felt it before especially towards a girl.

She smiled to herself feeling her face heating up.

"you look nice today..not that you dont look nice everyday..i mean..umh you look nice everyday" she says nervous?

"thank you, you look very pretty too" I complimented her.

nobody has been nice to her...not that she doesnt like  it. she just wasnt used to it. people around her would badmouth her infront of her face or when they thought her headphone was on.

a blushed crept up her face thinking about her.

the walk was quiet..but not the awkward quite..its the comfortable quiet.

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No Ones POV:

"thank you for walking me to class y/n, i appreciate

it alot" She said with a small smile.

That smile..

"no problem i really enjoyed it"

She was about to walk to her seat when you pulled her hand.

She turned to you with a confused face

Shit why did you do that.

"I was just wandering if  you wanted to hangout sometimes?" you finally said it

waiting for her rejection

"im sorry i really didnt-"you said but was interrupted when you felt soft lips landed on your cheek

"I would love to.."

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"And that kids is how i pulled your beautiful mother"

"wow i wanna be like you guys too" one of your kids say

"you could but it would never beat the original" you say smirking at your wife

"your moms right" your soulmate agreed.

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[fly-forever-young]

Hello. It's me again. This is my second request to you omg. Thank you for granting my first one, last time. Can you make a scenario how NCT 127 would react when you cook for them but it's an epic fail like it tastes bad, it's burnt or just terrible in general lol thank you :)

•~𝐍𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝

Masterlist Navigation

• 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐢𝐥

- He examine his food carefully before eating it, it takes all his strength to swallow your food but his expression says it all but also offers you advice.

-Taeil: "You know as an idol I can tell you with certainty that the more you try the better you become and I'm sure Kun will be happy to teach you how to cook"

• 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠

-He just looks at you, he does not want to hurt your feelings but he does not intend to lie he wants to be honest so he looks at you in the hope that you understand and let him help you next time.

-You: "Is it really so bad that you can't say anything?"

• 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

-Before he can even taste your food he comments on the appearance as if he were a Masterchef judge, taste it carefully and then give you his honest opinion lightly.

-Johnny: "I'm sorry to say honey but you are eliminated from the Masterchef program so you can go and order something else to eat thanks"

• 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚

-He's excited that you cooked for him, but his happiness fades as soon as he tastes your food, he gets dramatic pretending he's choking but then comforts you in his own way.

-Yuta: "I had too high expectations it's not your fault but mine, don't worry luckily I love you even if you tried to kill me"

• 𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

- He can't swallow the food you made and he has to spit it out, you look at him sad and he feels guilty

-Doyoung: "Oh sorry but I don't think it's for you maybe one day we'll try again together?"

• 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

-He looks at you surprised for having cooked for him but also happy so he tastes your food with carefree, but his illusion breaks as soon as he eats your food.

-Jaehyun: "Is this food? .... Umh shall we order food now?"

• 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐨

-He compliments you for the appearance of the food, but appearances can be deceiving and he discovers it after tasting your food he wants to be kind so he lies but you find out after tasting it yourself.

-Jungwoo: "It's really good, thanks for this food"

-You: "It sucks"

-Jungwoo: "thank God you said it, I couldn't say it"

• 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤

-You immediately understand from his expression that he does not like your food even if his words say otherwise

-Mark: "Mmh it's not bad ... The more I chew it, the better it is, you know- I think I like it- you definitely- you cook better than me for sure that's why I like it-"

• 𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

-You immediately understand that he is not even going to taste your food as it is burnt and he makes fun of you, surely everyone will know about this failure

-Haechan: "I don't want to die of poisoning from eating a burnt cake, I think you and Mark should have a contest to see who cooks worst"

I hope you like how it came ☺❤

[hahahahahangst]

When there was me and you (Be The Young 41)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence, s*xual assault]

Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, dean is an asshole, angst]

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N:  nobody asked for it, but here’s some Dean wingman action

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When there was me and you

Why did I let myself believe miracles could happen?

Not managing to drive all the way to Sioux Falls, they crashed in a motel.

“I think there’s too many of us to take only one room this time.” Commented Dean, pointing at Ramiel. 

“Non c’è problema, I don’t need sleep.” The angel shrugged. 

“Yeah, but the people at the counter don’t know that, do they? Let’s just take two rooms and avoid all the questions.” Dean started walking towards the reception. “Me and Sam will take one and you two…” He smirked and glared at Emily. “-you can cuddle in another one.” 

“Do you really want me to break your nose right now?” Commented Emily, shoving him on the side and taking the credit card from his hands. Scowling at him, she entered the reception and, nevertheless, asked for two rooms,even if the plan was to hung out in the same room for a while. 

Emily sat on one of the beds as Dean cleaned his gun, as he often did when he was nervous, and Sam left to get food. Ramiel leaned on the wall next to the door, pensive.

“Are you going to hold a grudge on me forever?” Dean asked, briefly stopping cleaning and raising his eyes to look at Emily.

“That’s pretty much the idea, yeah.”

“Alright.” He went back to his cleaning. “I’ll let you go back to your sweet sixteen in peace.” 

“Fuck you.” She answered. 

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you just told me why you’re so upset?” Emily didn’t answer and looked at the door. “Emily? Come on.” 

“Okay, I’m- Dean, are you really going to let Sam off the hook like that? Is it really just fine for you?” 

Dean hesitated. “Of course not.” 

“Then why did you say so?” 

Dean exhaled and put the gun on the table. He turned towards Emily. “Because sometimes- some things are just not worth a fight.” 

Emily remained silent for a second, thinking. “So, me opening the gates of hell is worth a fight, a big one, even- but Sam starting the apocalypse is not? Talk about double standards.” She rolled her eyes.

Dean exhaled again. “Well, I guess the past two years have taught me a thing or two.”

After a minute of silence, Emily spoke again.  “Look at you, you’ve grown up to be so wise.” She chuckled.

Dean smiled. It came to Emily she had not seen him do it in weeks. “Look, it’s not like I’m not mad at him, just…” Dean sighed. “…this is not the time to fight, we need to fix this.” He said. Emily nodded and started rummaging in her pockets for her cigarettes. “By the way, what has gotten into you lately?”

Emily glared at him. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, like- Alastair, Ruby… Usually I would have expected you to come down panicking but you've been surprisingly badass.” 

“Well, I guess the past two years have taught me a thing or two.” She mocked. 

They remained in silence for a minute before Dean spoke again. “About Sam, try to be a little bit more chill, okay? I know you're mad and I'm not saying act like nothing happened, but- drop the yelling, it's not helping anybody.”

Sam opened the door and entered the room. 

“Hey.” He said, tossing his siblings one hex bag each. “These will keep us hidden from angels and demons.” 

“Really?” Asked Emily, examining the bag. 

“Yeah, umh- Ruby taught me.” Something flipped in Emily's mind and she shot her eyes up to Sam. Dean cleared his throat, grabbing her attention. She forced herself to stay calm.

“That's… Cool.” She sighed. “About that…“ She collected all her strengths. ”...sorry I killed your girlfriend.” 

Sam lightly scoffed. “Not my girlfriend but- it's okay, I would have done the same.” 

“Speaking of.” Said Dean. “How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?”

“I-it's weird. Uh-” Sam quickly glared at Emily. ”...tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up.”

“That's the first good news I've heard all week.” Sighed Emily, standing back up. An awkward silence filled the room. Dean cleared his throat again, this time without any second meaning, and stood up to put away his gun. 

“Guys-” As she heard Sam’s voice, Emily moved her glare away from Ramiel and looked at Sam. Dean, instead, sighed and turned the other way. 

“Sam,“ he said. “It's okay. You don't have to say anything.”

Emily stood up and went to pack her bag, trying to ignore the conversation happening behind her.

“Well, that's good. Because what can I even say?” Continued Sam. “I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right-”

“Then stop fucking talking about it!” Emily threw a shirt on top of her bag. Dean side eyed her from the other side of the room. “God.” She exhaled, shaking her head and going back to her packing. 

A minute of silence followed her words. 

“Alright listen to me-” Resumed Dean. “Both of you. We don't have to put this under a microscope. We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it.” When Emily didn't answer, Dean lightly hit the back of her shoulder. “Drop the attitude, okay? We got work to do.”

Emily sighed. “Alright.” She said. “By the way, it’s late, I’ll head to my room.” She took her bag and walked out of the door, silently followed by Ramiel. 

“Use protections!” Said Dean as soon as they had walked out of the room. Emily walked back a couple of steps to show him the finger. 

“Sorry about my brother.” Said Emily on their way to the room. “He’s an idiot.” 

Ramiel shrugged. “I find him funny.” 

“Well, if you like him so much we can swap rooms and you can sleep in his bed.” She chuckled, opening the door. Ramiel didn’t answer as they entered the room and Emily closed it behind them. “Well, home sweet home.” She joked. “Make yourself comfortable, choose the side you want.” She pointed at the bed and then she disappeared in the bathroom to take a shower. As she turned on the faucet, she could not help but think about the angel that was currently just outside that thin door. 

She knew that, physically, it wasn’t Ramiel that attracted her, it was the vessel. But it wasn’t just that. Somehow the way he talked, constantly mixing Italian and English, the fact that he was also so calm, completely the opposite of her... It made her mind go to very weird and unholy places. He emanated calm and peace and she couldn’t help but be attracted to him. She finished washing and went out of the room to dry her hair. Ramiel was sitting on the bed, watching tv with a confused expression. 

“What are you watching?” Asked Emily, looking over at the television. 

“Something about an older brother.” He answered. On the screen, Emily saw a group of people all hanging out in the same room, arguing. 

“You mean The Big Brother?” She smiled. “That’s not good tv, man-” She walked over to the bed and grabbed the remote. “Here, I’ll find something interesting for you.” She sat next to him on the bed and started zapping through the channels. She felt Ramiel’s hand touching her hair as she found Doctor Sexy on a channel and stood back up.. “This is way better.” She smiled and finished drying her hair as Ramiel stared at the screen. Then, she threw herself on the bed next to the angel, her legs crossed. 

“Listen, why don’t we watch a movie? We can have a sleepover.” She joked. Ramiel looked at her, confused. 

“I told you, I don’t need to sleep.” 

Emily smiled. “That’s the point of a sleepover, Miele.” She said. 

“I see.” Ramiel smiled. “What do you want to watch?” Emily raised her eyebrows. Ramiel had probably seen little to no movies, so it was her chance to make him watch a good one. 

The best one. 

“We gotta watch High School Musical!” She said, rushing out of the bed to take her laptop. Ramiel patiently waited as she searched for the file in the deeper folders of her laptop, and then placed the computer at the end of the bed. “Are you ready?” She asked, suggestively. “This movie goes hard.” 

About halfway through the movie, Emily started falling asleep. Her head slowly falling in front of her, she was suddenly awakened by Ramiel’s comments. 

“This school really is obsessed with the status quo.” He said. 

Emily’s head shot up as she tried to stay awake. “Mh-mh” She muttered, her head now falling to her right and onto Ramiel’s shoulder. When he didn’t complain, Emily just remained there, exhausted. 

She slept peacefully, something that didn’t happen as often as she would have liked to. When she woke up, she did it with her face deep in the pillow. She opened one eye and saw Ramiel in a brand new suit, adjusting his cufflinks on the other side of the room. 

“Ah, I see you got back in character.” Commented Emily, yawning. 

“Good morning Emily.” He said, calm. “I'm sorry to be so abrupt, but I have to go.” He started standing up. 

Emily sat on the bed. “What?” She asked. 

“The angels are closing in on me. If they find me again- I will die.” 

Emily quickly got out of her bed and walked towards him. 

“Ramiel, what did you do?” She asked, confused. “Why are they looking for you?” 

“I rebelled. Way more than Castiel thinks.” He answered. Emily looked at him. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You. You are the reason the angels are looking for me. I got you out of hell while we were fighting against it to get your brother.”

“Why?” Ramiel looked at an indefinite point behind Emily, hesitating.

“This might be the last time you see me.” He said. 

“What are you talking about?” She asked again. 

“I’m sorry, amore, I can’t.” Ramiel exhaled and tried to walk away. 

“No, don’t- Come on, man, just explain to me what's going on.” She stopped him. “We can help, you know we can.” 

“I believe this is above you and your brothers.” He cupped her cheeks. She took his wrists and moved his hands away. 

“Don’t change the subject, Ramiel, you told me I was destined and that god had work for me!” In the blink of an eye, Ramiel’s wrist disappeared from her hands in front of her and there was nothing left. 

Emily stood still for a good minute, processing. Then, she took her bag and ran knocking on her brothers' door. Sam opened the door, barely awake. 

"Emily, what are you doing- it's seven in the morning, we went to sleep two hours ago.” He exhaled, dragging his hands across his face. Emily completely ignored his words and entered the room, shoving him on the side. She walked up to Dean's bed and started shaking him to wake him up. 

"Dean, wake up!” 

"Emily, what's going on?” Asked Sam, trying to stop Emily. Dean abruptly woke up. 

"You need to call Castiel.” Said Emily getting rid of Sam's hold. 

"What? What time is it?” Answered Dean, still tired. 

"I said call Castiel!” 

"Emily, what the hell is going on?” Asked Sam, as Dean slowly got out of his bed, upset. 

"Ramiel left.” 

Dean started walking towards the bathroom. "Probably should learn how to have sex right.” He mumbled.

"Wh- shut up! This is serious!”

“What? He’s an angel, they come and go as they like. Why is this any different than the other times?” Dean came out of the bathroom drying his face. “He said the angels are looking for him and- Dean, I need to speak with Castiel.” 

“No, you need to calm down- Talk with me, what happened?” 

Emily sat on the bed and drew a big breath. “You know how he said he brought me back because it was my destiny, all that stuff?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“Apparently, it’s all a big lie.” 

“What? Why?” 

“I don’t know, Dean he- I don’t know, okay?” 

Sam intervened. “And how’s Castiel going to help?” 

“Apparently Ramiel is wanted by all heaven, and I am sure Castiel knows why.” 

“Well, he’s not answering. Been missing.” Said Dean. Emily let her body fall back onto the mattress. “I’m sorry kid.” He fell onto Sam’s bed. “At least you got some good angel sex out of him before he left.” 

Emily exchanged a quick amused look with Sam. “What makes you think I had sex with him?” 

“You didn’t?” Dean prompted himself up with his elbows, disappointed. “Come on, I even set you up by putting you in the same room.” 

“Dean, what is your problem with Ramiel and I?” 

“Emily, come on.” He smiled. “He’s been calling you love since the day he met you. He clearly has a thing for you, and-” Dean interrupted, mocking Emily as she instinctively smiled while thinking of the angel. ”...well, there’s that face that you’re making.” 

Emily immediately returned serious. “I’m not making any face!” She protested and looked at Sam, who was also chuckling. 

“Look, I get it-” Said Dean. “You got a crush on the handsome Italian angel who saved your life, really- perfectly understandable. But…” He hesitated. 

“But what, Dean?” When Emily answered that, he turned around, a big smile on his face. 

“So you’re not denying.” He mocked. “You do like Ramiel!” Emily rolled her eyes. “Fuck you.” 

“Yeah, I love you too.” He said, showing her the finger.

[thania-keiji-gf]

MEET (MY) OUR GOLD FISH 🐠

you're visit izana's house for the first time and finding your king has a gold fish that seems adorable in your eyes.

the beautiful eyes are looking forward every moves of gold fish who swimmin around inside the tank.

"adorable." you murmur with soft tone, praising the cute gold fish that you seeing in the your boyfriend's fish tank right now.

"you like it?" izana voice heard for sudden, you turn back and caught him walking to you with a glass of strawberry milk which is your fave.

"umh, they're adorable." you says while stood up again from your previous position (bend down). after that you're looking at izana who already in next of you. he is handing you that strawberry milk, and you accept it with happy smile before drinking it.

"i know right. those fish is yours start now on." izana says simply while looking at his fish tank, success for making your eyes widened and your hand keep the glass that you are holding away from your lips.

"uhm? i might be misheard—"

izana just shook his head, the hand who always beaten up the deliquents that, now is rubbing your hair softly.

"mine is yours and yours is mine, baby."

you blank for a second.

"but—"

"you get it, baby? should i repeat?"

izana turning to you and purposely bringing his lips close to your ear.

"uh, ok—i got it." you're answering with innocent tone that making izana letting out his giggles.

"you're so adorable baby, very similar alike our fish."

red blush is attacking your cheeks now. you're whining at him that making izana more satisfied seeing you flustered at him.

"but izana, those fish is yours. why you so easy claimed it as mine too?" you ask curiously after make sure the warm sensation (blush) on your cheeks is better than before. your hand hold up again the glass and drinking your strawberry milk for second times.

izana who rest his chin on your shoulder humming a little (like sound of people looking for an idea) before answering your question.

"because i caught you looking for our fish with sparkling eyes? everything that makes you happy is always be yours, my baby. tenjiku princess deserve all good things only for her."

ended his answer, izana giving a peck on your cheeks, warm and soft. you feel ticklish about his attack, at once you just giggles because of it.

"thank you izana, luv u." you put the glass from your hand beside of tank for hugging izana to show your happiness. he just chuckle and respond your hug.

"luv u too, baby. mind to feeds our fish?" he ask with soft tone and you look up at him with need-a-permission face for directly.

"can i?"

"sure, why not? here you go, princess."

izana take a fish food in the front of the tank, he's giving it to you. "as your wish."

"give me—give me, thank you izabunny."

you happily accept the fish food from izana and walking closer to the front of tank. with sunny smile you're feeding all of fish in the tank. it's first time you feeding a fish, and this is going special because you do for your and izana's fish.

so fun activity, you can't holding your smile while looking at the happy fish who swimming around inside the tank to get the food that you're feeds to them. it's warming your heart.

without you're realizing, izana behind you draw a soft smile on his lips because looking the happiness that happen on you right now.

not gonna lies, izana is so happy looking you smiling so wide like that.

everything that make you happy always be his happiness and everything that make you happy is always be yours.

absolute. that's always be number one the kingdom's rule.

yes, the tenjiku kingdom with the king who has own your heart.

him. izana kurokawa.

— thania's notes

special for everyone who have been saw about izana's room information :D i'm not really confident about my first short stories on tokrev masterlist in my acc. but i'm sure i did it very well <3 sorry for grammar mistake that maybe i make for accidentally (English is not my first language and i'm still learning about it) i hope y'all loves this one. luv ya !

[peakywitch]

The crumble at midnight - Ivar

Summary: Ivar and Y/N aren't friends with benefits, they are life-long friends, that ocassionally share beds and share the beats of their hearts. But when Ivar is insecure and can't express himself correctly, he brokes someone's heart.

TW: none, soft!ivar at the beggining, then it's angst and pure chaos. also, kinda ooc and my bad writing

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“You know,” he said, “for someone who wasn’t used to hugs, you are quite a hugger.”

His body was tangled with mine, both of our hands lazily playing on the bed, resting by our side.

“For someone who has such a dark side when it comes to other religions, Ivar, you are quite a lover.” I smiled at him, even if he couldn’t see my smile. He laughed softly, and I saw how his muscles moved under his tattooed skin, making my heart skip a beat.

I stayed in silent, moving my hand up and down: from the crook of his neck to his shoulder blades. He hummed softly a song as his cheek rested on my chest.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" he whispered, and shortly after his lips left a small kiss on my skin. My mouth dried instantly.

We were just... friends. At least, that's what he kept telling me, telling Hvitserk, telling Ubbe, telling... everyone, really.

"What? Y/N? She's just a friend, my brother. But what would you know about friendship, hmm?" he answered, but Hvitserk knew what friendship looked like. And certainly, heart eyes on both faces wasn't that.

"Umh..." I shifted uncomfortably under him, anxiously. No one was waiting for me back at my cabin. Well, maybe my bed furs, which would welcome me to cry onto them "I don't know, Ivar. A slave could see me leaving and-" I began to ramble, trying to get a free pass, but of course, I could never outsmart him.

"And," he interrupted "if they see us, they'll keep quiet. They know better than to mess with their King." he stated the obvious, but Gods, how I hated his smarty-pants self.

"Ivar... you would kill someone if they saw us together like... this?" I asked, beggining to feel dizzy.

"Yes- No!" he corrected himself, sitting up as quickly as he could. His movements were still self-conscient, so he tried his best to keep his legs under the matted furs.

I sat on the bed, and started to slip back into my dress.

"You know," I began to speak as I knotted the leather strip, "many would love to be with someone who would kill anyone if they hurted who they love. But you would kill a slave because they would spread rumours about you, with me." I walked to where my coat was laying after putting my shoes on.

"Y/N, what would you do, huh? If they saw both of us... they would tell, and you- I would have to marry you!" he exclaimed, anxious look in his face.

I laughed, incredulous at his despair. I closed my eyes, threw my head back and tried to hold back tears. Out of everyone, why him?

Being friends with him was one thing. He had rough edges, he needed someone loyal. Someome who wouldn't mind playing with him when he had to lay on a bed as a kid. Someone who wouldn't mind not exploring the world because it was hard for him to crawl. Someone who wouldn't mind a few insults now and then, when the pain got the worst of him.

"Come on, Ivar, we don't need the other kids. We can stay here and play. Plus, there's a lot of snow and we can stay warm."

One day we found a way to climb a small, green and mushy hill. It didn't have much dirt, so Ivar wouldn't have to worry about getting muddy.

"You can go ahead, I'll reach the top in a minute." He said in between his teeth, his knuckles were white from the strong grip on his steel spikes.

"No, I'll wait for you." I said, realizing he was a little anxious.

"I don't need help."

"Oh, I know that. You're my friend, I won't walk away from you."

But that day I realized I had feelings for him, that day I was doomed.

We stayed hours under the sky, watching the sun hide, and the starts rise. I looked over at him, and saw his blue eyes shinning bright with the spark of the fire we had infront of us.

"I bet you would be misserable, wouldn't you? Oh, to share a life with someone who was always there for you and always loved you, what a disgrace!" I cried, embarrased at my own feelings "Now you can go and find someone to make new memories, Ivar. Happier memories. Someone you wouldn't have trouble marrying. Because our memories aren't that good if I would make such a bad wife, Ivar."

I walked out of there, ignoring his voice calling out for me. Every scream was blurry, except one that echoed in every corner of my body: "You are not my friend if you walk away from me!"

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Chapter 03

(( Finally, I have a new chapter for Yuriko’s story. It took a long time because there were changes I wanted and needed to do for various reasons. @ask---shin---tsukinami​ ‘s Admin helped me to write this chapter and it’s partly based on RP between Shin and Yuriko. Big thanks to Shin’s Admin for all the help!  💖

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Chapter 03

After tossing and turning a couple of hours in her bed Yuriko sat up and sighed. It was a night between Saturday and Sunday, and she had no idea what time it was but clearly sleeping was impossible. The start of school had been nothing but a nightmare ever since Ruki had taken an interest in her. The vampire took her blood whenever he wanted and if Yuriko’s father had actually spent time at home he would have seen the results of that treatment.

But once again her father was away from home even at weekend. Once again he was busy with his work. It was nothing new, yet the emptiness was even deeper year by year. 

Yuriko brushed the thoughts aside and rolled out from the bed. She changed into her training clothes and wandered to the entrance hall. Soon she was out and jogging towards the nearby park. In the middle of the night. Never had she done such a thing but it seemed that entering the night school had changed her shaky sleeping schedule even worse than before. 

As her feet beat the ground Yuriko ran through the park. The trail continued to the forest she hadn’t visited earlier and she let her legs carry her there. No matter how fast she ran the squeezing feeling didn’t leave her heart and the thoughts of cold steel-blue eyes refused to depart. 

I don’t want to think about Ruki. Weekends are my freedom he can’t ruin… This is my time, and I should enjoy this. Haah, but it feels like I’m not as in good shape as earlier…

Yuriko slowed down a little, her breathing dragging. Back in her former home, she used to go jogging three to five times a week but ever since she had started in this new school her last good habits had been distilled into the sewer. And now Yuriko felt lightheaded just from a little running.

Maybe it is because of blood loss, Yuriko sighed in her mind as she continued jogging at a slower pace. A few drops of sweat slithered down her nape and assimilated in her hoodie. The night was silent and surprisingly pleasant. While the city was busy all around the clock this forest was different, as if Yuriko had entered into another realm. Even the air felt distinct as she bounced further. She realized that the trail had changed narrower and the trees around were taller than the ones closer to the park. Maybe it should have bothered her but the strange tranquility rooted within her.

The air felt peculiarly crisp for spring but Yuriko kept going. This was better than lying on the bed unable to sleep. At least now her muscles had something to do, so maybe she would be tired enough when she would get back home.

Suddenly a metallic smell lingered towards Yuriko’s nose. She stopped and sniffed her, stomach curling. There had been a time she wouldn’t have recognized this smell instantly but those days were far behind. Someone was bleeding, and not far from her. Yuriko looked around and tried to see behind the bushes. She left the trail and wandered between trees, following her nose.

When Yuriko stepped further she gasped. There was someone lying on the ground, his clothes stained with blood. Yuriko hurried towards him even though shivers went through her body. First the vampires, now this… or was this because of the vampires? Maybe one of them had attacked the boy who looked almost dead.

“Umh… are you… are you alright?” The words slipped from Yuriko’s lips, yet instantly she realized how stupid they were. Of course, the young man wasn’t alright; he must have been badly injured and barely breathing by the look of him. His jacket was full of bloodstains that were still growing.

Not caring what was on the ground, Yuriko crouched down and touched the sleeve of the young man’s jacket carefully. He had light spiky hair but the most peculiar thing in him was that he wore glasses and an eye pad. His only visible eye had a warm golden color, yet now it was class-like and hazy, perhaps because of the pain.

Yuriko pushed her rising quivering aside and stoked the arm, asking: “Can… can I help you?”

“I - I don’t usually ask this but he-help me…” the young man muttered, and Yuriko couldn’t help noticing that even his lips were bloody.

“Oh my gosh! This looks really bad!” Yuriko blurted, instantly regretting her words. “Umh… I’ll help you. Please, talk to me. Where do you hurt the most?”

Yuriko raised her hand slowly and touched the young man’s forehead. It radiated cold against her palm.

He must have lost a lot of blood! Maybe he is even in shock! I… I don’t know anything about first aid but I must do something!

“I should call an ambulance!” Yuriko said and fumbled the pocket of her hoodie for her phone.

“H-hospital won’t help me... I am a founder…” the young man muttered. “I know you know about vampires, just find a wolf and bring him to me... I am too weak to call them.”

A founder? The term was unfamiliar to Yuriko but a cold lump dropped into her stomach when the young man mentioned the vampires. Yet she brushed the feeling away and tried to understand what was expected from her. She blinked as she realized that the young man have asked for a wolf.

How am I supposed to ask a wolf to come with me… or even find one? Are there even wolves in this part of the country? she pondered. But the young man was serious. He had no reason to joke around, not in the state he was in.

“Take… this. Let the wolf smell it,” the founder said. A tearing sound reached Yuriko’s ear as he rip a shred off his already torn shirt and held it out for her with a shaky hand.

“I… I’ll do my best,” Yuriko replied, taking the piece of fabric, as she stood up and looked around her before running back to the forest.

While running around, Yuriko's thoughts jumped wildly. Ruki was a vampire and this young man… a founder. A founder of what? And how come he knew that Yuriko knew about the vampires? She couldn’t recall ever seeing the male before but he had looked young enough to be a student. Maybe he knew Ruki… or that Sakamaki boy who had seen Ruki biting her earlier.

Yuriko almost tripped as she ran through the forest, her heart jumping in the pace of her busy legs. A wolf! She needed a wolf, and the mere thought was enough to raise goosebumps on her skin. It would have been easier to turn around and run back home, but Yuriko knew that she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if she left someone bleeding in the forest. So, she ran, ran and ran, looking around her hoping to see any kind of sign of wolves… though she didn’t really have a clue what that sign could even be.

Suddenly Yuriko stepped to a small clearing. Her eyes glued to the animal that stood in the middle of it, majestic and noble with its fur that danced slightly in the night wind. The eyes of the beast met hers as if they were penetrating her mind, seeing every thought that had ever crossed there.

"Umh… hello… wolf?" Yuriko whispered with a quailing voice between shallow breaths. I have to do this, it is the right thing. "Eh… Please, come with me. There is a person… who needs you."

Yuriko stepped a little closer, pushing the fabric towards the wolf, her whole body shaking. Never had she approached a wild animal like this, and every nerve in her body told her to run. If only she could have but an image of a bleeding young man returned to her mind. She had no other option than try to make the wolf come with her.

There was a slight movement in the golden eyes of the beast, almost an unnoticeable change. As the wind's direction shifted it pushed a musky, animalistic scent towards Yuriko’s face, raising the hair of her arms. Wolf treaded closer, sniffing the fabric. Yuriko started to back off slowly, now keeping her gaze down, not wanting to give a reason for the wolf to attack.

Walking backward, Yuriko left the clearing. It took a long time until she was brave enough to turn around and walk normally, and soon she heard as the paws followed her. Tickling went up and down her spine, yet she didn’t stop nor turn around but continued trailing her way back to the bleeding young man.

To Yuriko’s surprise, the wolf soon took the lead and she didn’t need to do anything but follow it back to the young man, the founder. As the wolf reached him it howled. Yuriko froze in place, almost forgetting how to breathe as wolves started to gather everywhere, circling the founder and her.

"Thanks, Yuriko… I will never forget this," the founder said.

How does he know my name? Yuriko thought, but she was unable to even mutter the words out loud. Instead, she started to take tiny steps backward until she was so far away that she couldn’t see the founder or the wolves anymore. Only then did she turn around and began to run again and she didn’t stop until she reached the front door of her home on the fourth floor of an apartment building. 

This isn't a normal city. Vampires and founders… Is there something else too? And how am I supposed to survive in the middle of all this?

After getting back to bed Yuriko stared at the ceiling, mind still whirling from what had gone through in the forest. Had the founder survived? Should she have stayed? Now she had no way of knowing, and she hadn’t even asked his name.

Sighing Yuriko turned to her side and grabbed the plush fox she kept on her bed. The founder had known her name, so he was probably from the school.

I should search him out and check if he is alright. But he was in so bad shape that he probably won’t be in the school on Monday… at least I wouldn’t if that happened to me…

Turning again, Yuriko finally closed her eyes. She had so many questions and so few answers. In this short time, her life had taken a turnaround she hadn’t expected at all. Yet she didn’t want to go back to her earlier life. Was this better? Yuriko couldn’t tell but at least everything kept her mind busy and her only bully was a vampire who craved her blood. It wasn’t something she had asked for herself but, to be honest, it beat being hated by everyone.

Maybe I can make sense of this eventually… Yuriko thought as she slowly started to drift off, her eyelids finally closing and her muscles relaxing.

And soon Yuriko was back in the forest. A familiar scent of undergrowth hit her nose instantly; she sniffed the ground and smelled something else. The white one had been here. Even though Yuriko had gotten scared the last time she started to run, her paws hitting the leaves on the forest floor at a fast pace. 

Being so many times in this same forest, it didn’t take long for Yuriko to find her way to the cliff. The white one was sitting on the edge of it, gazing at the moonless sky but they turned around and stared straight at Yuriko with their golden eyes.

"So, you finally came back," they said. "I tried to draw here a couple of times but you… resisted. What's different now?"

"I… I guess… I got curious,” Yuriko replied, wondering why she had indeed found herself here now. Maybe she had gotten tired of avoiding her comfort place even though it had changed a bit now. Everything was shifting around her, it seemed.

"I could say the same. It's getting easier to talk with you. After all these years it's a bit odd."

Yuriko nodded. It was weird to be able to talk with a fox… even though she also was one in this dream.

"But you've been having other dreams lately. Do they have anything to do with reality?" the white one asked.

Yuriko stared down to the dark forest and to the river that curled behind the trees. She did not answer… but she couldn't push her thoughts away. Ruki seemed to be everywhere. She couldn't avoid him at school and she couldn't avoid him in her dreams. It was either Ruki or this forest. And now that founder… but Yuriko couldn’t quite put her experience into words. It wasn’t something she was comfortable sharing with anyone.

"He's been sucking your blood, isn't he? The vampire."

The question made Yuriko jump. She looked at the white one who was glaring at her with piercing eyes. 

"You have to get rid of him," the white one continued when Yuriko didn’t answer. "He will become addicted soon and then it's even harder to avoid him."

"Addicted?"

"To your blood. It’s addicting and intoxicating for vampires."

Yuriko stayed quiet. Ruki had told her that her blood was sweet. They hadn’t been talking much and mostly Yuriko had tried to keep her distance, not that it really helped. 

"I'm doing my best," she said. “But how do you know?”

“The right question is how you don’t know,” the white one said. “It’s important to know what you are up against. Be careful and avoid the vampires… and while you are at it, I would avoid any other kind of demons too. You don’t want them to notice you since you are living your comfortable life in the world of humans.”

Demons? Yuriko shifted and finally sat down next to the white one, curling her tail around her paws as if she wanted to keep them warm. Was this dream only her imagination? It had been so comforting but now the white one didn’t offer comfort but scary images.

“Who are you exactly?” Yuriko asked.

The white one looked at Yuriko sideways. It was impossible to read their face, impossible to know if they were being honest or not. But on the other hand, they were a fox that had kept her company for years now. Until recently they hadn’t been able to talk but now was Yuriko’s chance to get answers. 

“That’s right,” the white one said. “You didn’t give me a chance to tell my name last time. I’m Yuuto.”

Yuriko nodded. So, the white one was a boy… or a man. It was impossible to tell his age only by looking at him. Yuriko sighed, wondering if she should only tell her first name or the last name too. Maybe foxes only had given names but with humans that was different.

“I know your name, Yuriko,” Yuuto said. He wagged his both tails as a smirk rose on his foxy face. “Don’t look me like that. I can hear your every thought when we are here in-between. This is my dream realm I created just for us years ago.”

“But why?”

“Because I wanted to spend time with my little sister,” Yuuto replied.

Yuriko’s heart skipped a beat, and she darted to her paws, mouth hanging open for a moment.

“I… I don’t have a brother!”

Now it was Yuuto’s turn to sigh as he laid down on the ground. “Of course, they didn’t tell you… our parents. Ask father. See if he lies to you or if he tells the truth.”

“He isn’t around that much. I barely see him…” Yuriko mumbled, starting at Yuuto. Was that a lie? “I’m sorry… This is… too much. I can’t take this right now. There have been so many things going on… I just… I can’t!”

Yuriko turned her tail and ran. Again she left Yuuto alone on the edge of the cliff.

[kyurizeu]

Saviour. Masterlist(?)

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an: hello! I’m aware that i have another series thats’a not finished, but i started writing this one… it’s not like my usual posts but if u like this stuff i can post chapter 2. <3

Chapter Warnings: su1cide, self hate, crying, depression || later in the whole story there is Smut and fluff. This is a romance story

Chapter one - love, your stupid older brother

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You crumbled the note in your fist into a small ball, your knuckles turning white and red as a tear rolled down your face removing any mascara that could have been left on your tired eyes. You wished you suddenly just would’ve disappeared.. just drift into space and feel peace again. See him again. Apologise to him.

Still— here you were.. sitting in the darkest corner of your messy bedroom, crying.

Many pieces of paper surrounded your shaking curled up body. The room was loud with silence and your sniffles between crying your heart out. Your fist came up to your head and soon was repeatedly going back and forth towards your forehead.

“you.. d..dumb..”

Once you were able to finally take a breath without bursting into tears again, you opened your tired droopy eyes slowly, instantly focusing them on the ground. There was that one evil piece of paper unripped.

“Love, your stupid older brother”

Your face was emotionless. You stared at the paper for minutes, not a single thought crossed your mind, not even processing the words. A single tear ran down your face, it was comforting. It reminded you of his soft caressing of your cheeks when he comforted you. It reminded you of how he always wiped your tears from your eyes when you cried in his arms, something you needed right now. After aggressively wiping your face with your sleeves you brush your hand through your hair and get up, throwing the paper ball onto the ground and quickly leaving the apartment.

The wheels of your bike were wobbling underneath you as you rode off to nowhere. You didn’t even care what you looked like, the fact that it was raining or where you were going, all that mattered was that you needed to leave.

The material of cold wood pressed up against your skin and clothes as you sank down on the ground to lean on a tree, Eyes glued onto the water in front of you. Watching it shine from the reflection of the moonlight made you think if him, making a small smile from on your face. He loved the moon, especially the full moon. You two were always called the sun and moon. Chuckles left your mouth and a new set of tears streamed down your cheeks. You looked like a psychopath.

A couple people walked past, they might have even said something to you but you were too far away from reality to hear or care.

You snapped back to reality instantly when you felt something touch your shoulder.

“A-are you okay..? Miss..?”

You turned your head towards the soft and concerned voice behind you, only to see the most handsome man you’d ever seen.. He had wavy and fluffy brown hair, dark brown boba eyes, rosy plump lips and a heavenly face structure.

Making as little eye contact as possible you instantly got up and bowed a little as a gesture of apology for possibly disturbing him. You were just about to start walking away when he spoke up again. “A-are you okay?” His soft and gentle hand came in contact with your forearm. Your eyes went from his hand to his face all the way to stare dee into his eyes. The eye contact was intense. His eyes were soft, adorable, full of worry and concern. Yours on the other hand were tried and red, a mixture of mascara and tears smudged around them.

“U-umh… yeah. i’m sorry- i uhh…” You muttered with your eyes glued to the ground. you patted some dirt off of your clothes. “Are you sure?” he interrupted you.

You looked up making eye contact with him once again. His small comforting smile and doe eyes made something snap inside of you. You bursted into tears, dropping your head back down towards your feet to cover your face.

“I-it’s okay… um..” he softly placed his hands around yours. “Do you need a place to stay?” He caressed the skin of your palms with his warm fingers.

“Wha… n-no no.. i’m sorry i’m bothering you, sir..” Your eyes widened at the question. “It’s seriously okay.. I live right there”. He pointed at an apartment building near you two. Silence followed as you sniffled out a cry. “You can get cleaned up there… i-i just want to help…”

You have no idea why and how that man got you to agree, but soon you were in his apartment with a glass of water in your trembling hands.

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Tysm for ur support and love! Also tysm for 1000+ likes for 2 posts and 430 followers!

[quillandink333]

Scarlet Carnations ~ Part I

BotW Link X Zelda ~ Detective AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.9k

WARNINGS: death, murder, loss, trauma, blood and gore, terrorism, organized crime, self-harm

Summary: Inspector Zelda Hyrule, assisted by the faithful Constable Link Fyori, is infamous for cracking the most confounding of cases in a town dominated by crime. Her latest assignment is to solve the murder of her own godmother, Impa Sheikah, the late CEO of Sheikah Tech. Incorporated, while staying under the radar of the dreaded Yiga organization.

Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV • Part V • Part VI • Part VII • Epilogue • Masterlist

A deafening blast jolted me out of my slumber. I snapped upright.

As a member of law enforcement, I was painfully familiar with the sound of a gunshot, and that was exactly what I’d just heard.

I strained my ears with bated breath, trying to hear over my own thundering heartbeat.

Loud, frantic footsteps raced down creaky, wooden stairs. Then a terrified scream filled the halls of my childhood home.

I tore away the sheets and rushed to where the scream seemed to have come from. When I reached the parlour was when I stumbled upon the scene. There, right at the foot of my mother’s memorial, was my godmother’s cold, lifeless corpse. Kneeling beside her was her granddaughter, Paya, weeping into her open palms in shock.

Only a minute or two had passed since I’d awoken at the sound of gunfire. “Wait here,” I ordered, then made a break for the front entrance, the nearest and most instinctual escape route.

But when I threw the doors open, there wasn’t a soul to be found.

I returned to the parlour with my tail between my legs. Then my toe hit something heavy and metallic that clacked underfoot. When I looked down and saw what it was, I froze. With caution, I ever so slowly stepped away from the weapon.

“Great...” I muttered, seeing as now it would have my toe prints on it. But the longer I looked at it, I realized I’d seen this revolver somewhere before.

Then it hit me. It hit me like a two-ton train car.

I quickly made sure Paya’s head was turned. Then with terribly trembling hands, I did what I had to do and carefully tucked it away in my nightgown.

I’d feared the precinct wouldn’t allow me to participate in the investigation seeing as I’d been on the scene at the time of the crime. However, it seemed they trusted me enough to even appoint me as the lead investigator. Granted, I had done a lot to earn their trust over the past three years, but this was unheard of.

Nevertheless, I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. The next morning, at seven o’clock sharp, I returned to the scene of the crime equipped with all the necessary tools of my trade.

I looked out the window of the cramped police buggy at our destination in utter astoundment. There were already droves of officers there, awaiting the arrival of me and my partner. The sight of the place I’d once called home being chained off and hidden from the public like this was jarring, to say the least. Of all the strange crime scenes I’d seen, this was the strangest. I never could’ve imagined I’d be returning here, not to eat Auntie Impa’s delicious pork buns or to hear Auntie Purah talk about her latest technological endeavours, but for work. How could I have?

“Zelda! Good—good morning!” greeted a rather skittish Paya when she opened the door for us.

“Good morning, Paya.”

She nearly lost her smile when she noticed Constable Fyori standing beside me. “Please, come in.” She stepped aside, and he and I entered into the low-ceilinged yet stately vestibule, removing our shoes and leaving them by the door. “Can I get either of you anything? Some tea, maybe?”

My assistant opened his mouth, but I raised a hand, silencing him. “Thank you, but that won’t be necessary. We have important business to take care of.”

“Oh, yes, of course! Silly me,” she chortled. “I’ll let you get to it, then.”

The first order of business was to examine the body. In most cases, a specialist would be needed to perform an autopsy, but unlike most inspectors, I had the forensic knowhow to take care of it myself. One might have said this was a side effect of my hobbies and my avid interest in all things related to science that I’d harboured since grade school. However, a full autopsy complete with the weighing of the body and the removal of the organs would come later. For now, it would suffice to determine two simple things: the time of death and the cause of death.

But before I could even get close to the body, I was stopped by my assistant, who grabbed me gently by the arm.

“You don’t have to do this,” he uttered in his typical, mousy tone. “I can call for someone else to come and take care of it for you.”

The look of real and profound concern seated deep in his aquamarine eyes pulled at my heartstrings. It had been a year, roughly, since he’d first begun working under me. He was always so worried for me, and I always felt terrible because of it. I unhooked his hand from my arm, putting on a warm smile. “I’ll be okay, Link.”

He looked at me as if to ask, “Are you sure?”

“Really, it’s fine. Don’t worry,” I insisted. “Thank you, though.” This finally got him to return my smile, albeit only briefly.

I already had a decent estimate of the time of death. The period we were looking at was between half ten at night, when the last person awake (which had just so happened to be me) had gone to bed, and three in the morning, when the gunshot had given me that rude awakening. Really I should have examined the body as soon as I’d discovered it. In most other cases I worked on, I even wished I’d been the first on the scene, before the stiff had yet to even go stiff. Of course, the one time I happened to be one of the first to discover a murder, it had to be like this.

And yet, until I knew who was responsible for this atrocity, grieving could wait.

Right off the bat, I could tell that this had been a homicide. This may have seemed obvious to someone like Paya, but as a detective, I’d had to forcefully train myself to assume nothing and question everything. Based on the characteristics of the hole running straight through her neck, however, I determined that the gun had been shot from too far a distance for it to have been suicidal. Auntie Impa’s arms simply weren’t long enough.

But for a death caused by hemorrhage from a severed jugular vein, there was a shockingly small amount of blood. The rush-woven mat beneath her was nearly spotless, and I knew from experience how difficult it was to get stains out of these mats. Even when I checked underneath the mat, there was still nothing. No blood, and no bullet.

With a final nod, I stood up and signalled the other officers to take the body away.

“Now, let’s see here...” I said to myself, scanning the area immediately surrounding the corpse before approaching my mother’s altar. But when I laid eyes on the damage it had sustained, I stumbled back.

Though she hadn’t been a follower of the same faith held by the Sheikahs, my mother’s memory had been enshrined here because, like myself, they’d been like a second family to her.

With all due caution, I picked up what remained of her photograph. The glass was shattered, and a bullet had completely erased her face.

If this wasn’t a sign of the Yiga organization, I didn’t have a clue what was. Who else would’ve borne such ill will toward Hilda Hyrule, the town’s beloved last mayor who’d been dead ever since the tragic “accident” at City Hall eighteen years prior? That massacre had been what had ushered in their age of power, and with no one left to stand in their way, they’d been terrorizing the city ever since.

Before I’d even had the chance to begin my analysis, I heard Paya’s timid footsteps shuffling up to me. “Zelda?” she whispered, obnoxiously tapping her finger on my shoulder. “Excuse me...”

I turned my head and forced a grin. “What is it?”

“Umh, I didn’t know he’d be accompanying you today.” I didn’t even have to follow her gaze to know who she was eyeing.

I suppressed a sigh. “Constable Fyori is my partner,” I reminded her politely. “I take him with me on all of my investigations.”

“Yes, I know, but...” Now her gaze was nervously flitting back and forth between me and Link. “I-I wasn’t prepared to see him again after so long. What if—what if he says something to me?”

“He won’t,” I huffed. “Now, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” she fretted. “I’ll get out of your hair.” I gave her a nod of the head in thanks, and she kindly stepped back and out of my space. But even after that, I could still feel her intense stare from across the room. I let out the sigh I’d been holding in. Sure, Paya was irritating, and I was going on maybe four or five hours of sleep at most, but there was no excuse for me to be irrational, especially since it would get me nowhere in my line of thinking. What I wouldn’t have done for a nice, hot cup of chamomile at that moment.

Based on the extreme angle of the bullet’s trajectory, one could tell at a glance where the shooter had to have been positioned. They’d have been standing above the altar with very little space between the two—definitely not enough for an entire person. Therefore the bullet that had taken the victim’s life had to have been a different one. This was backed up by the absence of any blood around the hole or anywhere else on the shrine. So why had I only heard one gunshot that night? And where in the world was the bullet responsible for Auntie Impa’s death if not on the scene of the crime?

After photographing the hole and scribbling my thoughts and observations down in my notebook, I began the procedure of extracting the bullet from the altar. This was a delicate task, one that I admittedly had a hard time trusting anyone else in the force with. Once I’d succeeded in retrieving the bullet, I determined it was of the same calibre as the one that had passed through the victim’s throat, meaning it was likely that it had been fired from the same gun. Unfortunately, all these facts corresponded with the weapon I’d found on the scene mere hours ago, two chambers of which were empty. There may have been no prints left on the trigger, but even so, I simply didn’t have it in me to run a striation comparison.

Standing up straight and taking a quick, deep breath, I turned to my assistant, who seemed to be investigating the mantelpiece. “Right, then, Fyori.” He turned his head as I approached him. “Anything to report?”

“No, madam,” he replied solemnly, avoiding my gaze and peering straight ahead over the top of my head.

“Is that so...?” I tapped the end of my pen against my chin habitually. “We seem to have a dreadfully diligent killer on our hands.” I gave the room another once-over from where I stood beside him. “You’ve been thorough in your search as always, I presume?”

“Of course.”

“And you found nothing? Not even a fingerprint?”

“No, I’m afraid not.”

“Then let’s move on,” I sighed, turning toward the doorway leading out into one of the building’s many corridors. He followed, just a few paces behind me. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to check since we got here.”

“That’s strange...” muttered Auntie Purah as she jumped through the footage captured by the front entrance’s security camera. “Symin, did I miss something?”

The Sheikah estate’s security supervisor shook his head. “Not that I could see.”

“Let me check it again.”

But even when she rewound and skipped through it a second time, the only person to appear was still myself on my initial search for the killer. Link gave me a furtive glance. I smiled at him in reassurance.

“Perhaps the other cameras caught something,” I suggested. “It would make sense that the culprit wouldn’t want to simply waltz right in through the front door.”

Auntie Purah looked to Symin. “Well, there are three other cameras, but two of them are so far removed from the scene that I doubt they’d be of much help.”

“And the third?” I asked, reaching for my notebook and something to write with.

“That would be the courtyard camera.”

“Ah, perfect!” The courtyard was located at the very centre of the property and served as an intersection between the four main hallways. “That one’s bound to have caught something. Let’s see.”

But this, too, would turn out fruitless. Throughout the night, there wasn’t even the shadow of a clue as to the killer’s movements.

“This...” I gaped. “This is impossible.” I knew for a fact that this particular model of camera was designed for the very purpose of protecting its footage from being altered or obstructed. Could the killer have made themselves invisible somehow?

“I don’t believe it.” Auntie Purah shook her head creakily. “Our company takes great pride in the reliability of our security cameras!”

Enraged, the tiny, old lady tried to stand up from her seat. Then a loud crack resounded throughout the cramped surveillance office. She screamed.

“Miss Purah, please calm down,” urged the kindly Symin, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” she seethed, adjusting her glasses. “Thank you.” I didn’t know the man as well as I did the rest of the family as he had become a part of it a few years after I’d left the nest. However, it seemed like he would make a fine successor to Auntie Impa’s role of keeping her elder sister’s enduring impulsivity in check.

“There’s no reason to worry, Auntie. This is no fault of yours or your company’s,” I said, hoping to ease her pain a little. She’d suffered a terrible loss, and it was taking a great toll on her. It was difficult to watch such a brilliant mind come undone because of something like this. But after hearing my words, she looked up at me with a wrinkly smile. “My partner and I will just have to do an even more thorough inspection of the property tomorrow.”

The ride back to the precinct wasn’t a pleasant one. By the end of the day, my own mind had deteriorated into a swirling whirlpool of confusion, resentment, and woe. The investigation so far had borne so little results, it was hard to imagine that tomorrow’s search would be that much more successful. Of course there was still so much more that needed to be looked into, but right now, I just couldn’t see this turning out well. I still hadn’t solved the mystery behind my mother’s death in eighteen long years. Why, in this case, would I prove to be any less of a failure?

I curled my fists against my legs, trying my hardest to forget about the empty feeling in my stomach. Despite this, I knew I didn’t have the energy to do much more rational thinking today, if any at all.

Then my colleague broke the silence. “She was important to you, wasn’t she?” he asked, but such a personal question was strangely out of character for him.

“Yes.” I smiled sorrowfully into my lap. “I never really thought of her as a mother figure,” I admitted, “but she did put a lot of time and effort into raising me, in my actual mother’s stead.”

“She must’ve been a wonderful person.”

This made me laugh, to both his and my surprise. “Well, she would often scold me and Paya with the strictest attitude you can imagine, but I suppose she always had our best interests at heart.”

The longer I thought about Auntie Impa, the more I mulled over who could possibly have wanted her dead. She had already been getting on in age. Had the perpetrator’s need to kill her really been that dire? The only time people ever went that far was when their victim’s life would’ve put them in danger somehow if they’d have allowed them to go on living. But then again, there was the Yiga organization. They went around committing murders a couple times every week for seemingly no reason other than to flaunt their power. Perhaps Auntie Impa really had been just another one of their prey. Even so, I couldn’t shake the suspicion that there was more to it than that.

“Don’t you think it’s strange?”

The constable cocked his head, but kept his eyes on the road.

But then I stopped myself. There was still no proof of the Yiga’s involvement, so there was no point in bringing it up now. “Well, all of it is quite strange, frankly,” I amended. “The lack of blood, the missing bullet...”

“Could the killer have moved the body from somewhere else, perhaps?” he tentatively suggested.

“Very good, Link. That’s exactly what I’ve been theorizing.” The tips of his ears flushed, and he seemed to shrink back into his seat a little. “Oh, but then...wouldn’t that make it more likely for the cameras to have caught something?”

“That is true,” he concurred. “And there’s still been no sign of the murder weapon?”

I swallowed hard. “No...” My eyes flickered down toward my briefcase. “None.”

[ningningsdream]

t w e n t y  f o u r | kdrama

summary: “why do yall act like you’re in a kdrama?”

pairing: y/n x jeno

warning(s): none

main masterlist |   kdrama masterlist

"You two killed it!!!", Mark reminded y/n one again as they drove home.

"That's thanks to your late ass.", y/n said.

"I don't know if that's really a compliment.", Mark replied, stopping at a red light.

"Who said that was supposed to be a compliment?", she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Tsk. Ungrateful child.", he said, driving again when the lights turned green.

y/n looked outside the window as her brother kept driving and to her surprise, as Mark drove closer to their house, she saw a figure sitting in front of their door. The person sat up as soon as he saw Mark pulling in the driveway.

"I'll head inside first.", Mark said to his sister before disappearing into their house.

"Jeno? What are you doing here?", y/n asked looking at the guy in front of her.

"I...just wanted to talk to you.", he answered, hands in his pockets.

"Then talk.", she replied, crossing her arms.

"I- Umh...", he paused as his thoughts were a little messy. Jeno sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, feeling his emotions resurging.

"What happened to your hands?", y/n asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Oh...Uhm-", he looked at his hands before putting them back in his pockets, "They came in contact with a tree...multiple times."

y/n sighed, rolling her eyes, "Come with me.", she said, opening her door and walking in without letting him the time to say anything, "Hi, mom. Hi, dad.", she waved at her parents, seeing them on the living room's couch, "Mom, you already know Jeno.", she said, pointing at the boy who just entered their house then walking to the stairs, not even looking back.

"Good evening, Mrs and Mr. y/l/n.", the boy bowed after closing the door behind him and removing his shoes. He quickly followed behind y/n, going up the stairs.

y/n's parents just looked at the scene in disbelief, "I think we gave a little too much liberty to our children.", her dad said as his eyes followed the boy until he disappeared upstairs.

"Let them live, honey. They're are basically adults now.", her mom answered, smiling at her husband.

"NO FUNNY BUSINESS UP THERE!", he screamed making his wife laugh at his silliness.

y/n closed the bathroom's door behind her and Jeno. She searched the drawers, looking for the first aid kit, "Found it!", she said, taking it out and putting it next to the sink, "Hands, please."

Jeno held his hands out and she treated the scratches on his knuckles. He observed her, seeing how her eyes were focus on disinfecting his hands, "You were right.", he said, breaking the silence, "Somin did it on purpose. She used me to know which song you were going to sing."

"Good job on standing up against her.", y/n said, still focus on disinfecting his wounds.

"How do you know I did that?"

"Well, you wouldn't be here if her doe eyes and trembling lips got you.", y/n answered, giving him a smile, before focusing back on putting bandages on his scratches.

"I-I broke up with her."

"Great. It only took you twenty three episod-", she started to say sarcastically until she looked up and saw Jeno's expression, "You really did like her.", she said, looking at him with sympathy.

Jeno looked up, trying to blink his emotions away. y/n sighed and wrapped her arms around his torso, "W-What-", Jeno stuttered at the sudden display of affection.

"If we're really doing this cliché bathroom scene where the main character cleans the male lead's wounds then better get the emotional part right too.", y/n jokingly said, still hugging him, "It's going to be okay. We're all here for you.", she rubbed his back gently as his arms slowly wrapped themselves around her.

a/n: you'll know a bit more about somin and jeno's relationship later in the story 😉 how can i do a story about cliché things without a 'omg-you-are-hurt-i-am-going-to-clean-your-wounds-and-we-are-going-to-smooch-afterwards' scene? so here it is, minus the smooch ofc 😂 btw i think i’m going to skip tomorrow’s update to update my other aus

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