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snorlaxlovesme · 4 months
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it's not much but i DID write 1200 more words of that Link Click fic today
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floweredhalo · 9 months
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this is me writing my fic rn
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pierogipete · 1 year
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Nanowrimo day 5 done with a word count of 1836! It’s crazy how much easier it is to write when you haven’t had to do a full day of work before sitting down at your computer
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white-wolf-buckaroo · 1 month
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Chapter 1: Percy becomes supreme lord of the Bathroom
First official chapter for 'In his own twisted way', my daughter of ares fic! <3
Word count: 8800 ish words
Warnings: none I can think of (english is not my first language, though, don't kill me if there are any mistakes please)
Updates will be tuesdays! <3
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Olympians. The Gods and Goddesses of Ancient Greece, powerful, strong, eternal, immortals, seen as myths and stories told throughout the centuries. However, they are no myths, but real, and they still exist to the date. Omnipotent. Immortal. Unreachable.
Or, maybe not so out of reach: they’ve watched generations of mortals roaming the earth, and they often walk among them, disguised as one of them. But still, gods and goddesses, strong and powerful, and a different race from the common humans. They have lived thousands of lives, interfering at will in mortal affairs, seeing the world as their battlefield, and the people living there as their pawns. Because the gods can’t break the holy rules, but mortals… that’s a loophole many, if not all of the gods and goddesses have used in their favour throughout history. And because they needed powerful weapons as their pawns to execute their demands, they created half-bloods. Demigods. Mortal descendants born out of their union with a mortal companion, capable of fighting in the divine realm of existence, while living in the mortal world.
And so, over the years, decades, and centuries, demigods were born into the mortal world, some even reaching Olympus, the glory, kleos, and becoming part of the mystery that surrounds the story of the gods.
Myths aside, half-bloods still exist. Half mortal, half god, all real. And even if it sounds like a privilege to be a part of the gods bloodline… well, not many demigods will agree with that. Not only because they are in constant danger, it’s scary, and most of the times it only got them killed in very nasty ways, but also because they didn’t really fit into the human world, and they had to live up to their parents expectations, all the time. To make them proud, to honour them, and to show off their power.
And all of that is pretty difficult to do when the gods turn out to be shitty parents who don’t really deserve all that self-sacrifice.
Emily wasn’t indifferent to all of that.
As one of camps’ longest all year-rounders, she was well versed in the art of being the child of an absent godly parent. She trained, she learned, and she fought for glory, yes, but most importantly, to be worthy of her father’s attention and love. At twelve years old, she was one of the best fighters of her cabin: the children of Ares. Only her older sister, Clarisse, reached her level of skill; they fought on many occasions, both in the arena and outside of it, always to prove that they were better than the other one.
But Emily didn’t really care about being better than Clarisse, not really. She only trained, and fought and worked so hard to be the top warrior of her cabin, if not camp, to make her father proud. And she hoped that, if she would actually make him proud, she would finally see him again.
Not that she hadn’t seen him since he had left her at camp half-blood, no. Every winter, during the winter solstice ceremony, she encountered him. But he kept to himself, every single time for the last years. He didn’t acknowledge her or any of her siblings, and when the presentations were over, he always ran out of the room before she or her brothers or sisters could try to talk to him.
That’s why she had hope that if she stood out, maybe he would love her again like he did in the past.
“Are you listening to me, or are you daydreaming again?”
Emily turned her gaze to her left, where Annabeth was looking over at her questioningly. They were laying on the grass in a clearing of the forest, the afternoon light giving a golden glow to the top of the trees surrounding them. They were done with training for that day, having had a friendly competition about who of them both would hit more bullseyes at archery practice; Emily won, like she usually did, although Annabeth was also very skilled – Ares’ kids usually had a better aim for throwing weapons, or something like that. It’s what Annabeth always said when Emily ended up with a higher score than her.
“I am listening to you” Emily shifted her gaze back up to the sky, watching a round and fluffy cloud fly by “But I was also thinking about dinner. I can do both”
“Sure. So what was I talking about?”
“Something boring about an architect you read a book about”
“That was five minutes ago!” Annabeth laughed, shaking her head “And it’s not boring”
“Why do you think I started daydreaming? To not fall asleep!”
“You’re incorrigible” she huffed, although she was also smiling slightly.
“But I’m still your best friend, so I must be doing something right”
“I guess” Annabeth shrugged, sticking her tongue out to Emily. They both giggled “I was talking about capture the flag”
“Don’t tell me you’re nervous” Emily scoffed, looking at her “You’ve won three times in a row. You’ll manage a fourth”
“No one has won four consecutive rounds in a very long time. Everyone is waiting to watch me fail”
“That’s not true. I want to see you succeed”
“Shouldn’t you be on your teams side?” she raised one of her eyebrows, sarcastically. Annabeth fought with the rest of the Athena cabin, and Emily with the Ares cabin. The other cabins allied to one or another of them, but the main rivals in battle where always Ares and Athena – seemed logic, considering they were both deities of war “Don’t tell me you’ll just give me your flag. I don’t want an easy win”
“Of course I won’t do that. I will fight, tooth and claw, to get my victory. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t be happy if you win. You deserve it”
“Thanks, Emi”
“You welcome, Annie”
“Now… as I was saying a few minutes ago-“ she started talking about the architect again, and Emily groaned, sitting up “Hey, I’m trying to educate you. Better listen”
She wasn’t going to do that, not today. Fortunately, she found her escape: Luke was approaching the clearing where they lay, and he waved at her when he spotted Emily watching him.
He had arrived at camp with Annabeth five years ago, when Emily was seven. He was older than the girls, and he was like an older brother for the both of them; sure, they had their respective siblings at each of their cabins (Ares’, Athena’s and Hermes’), but the bond these three shared was genuine, and went beyond their heritage.
“It’s almost time for dinner!” he called out, a few steps away “Come on!”
They rose up, and met Luke halfway there. All three of them wore camps’ official orange t-shirt, like everyone else, and their summer camp necklace’s rested above the fabric, with the beads they earned at the end of each summer adding various pops of colour. However, they didn’t have identical pendants: Luke had five beads, like Annabeth, but she also had added her father’s college ring to the necklace after he sent it to her. Emily’s had not five, but six beads, and also a silver ring.
Ares had given it to her… a long time ago. When things had still been better between them.
“How’s my favourite duo doing?” although the three of them usually hang out together, there was always a duo in a trio “Heard you had fun at archery”
“I did. Annabeth not so much” Emily grinned at her friend, who rolled her eyes “Hey, let me have my win. If I competed against anyone from cabin seven I wouldn’t stand a chance”
They greeted some satyrs on their way to the dining area, and then separated to their respective tables: there were strict rules against sitting at another god’s table, so they were forced to eat with their siblings. Emily had a good relationship with most of her brothers and sisters, at least a cordial one; none of them were as close to her as Annabeth or Luke were, but they got along nicely. Then there were others, those of her siblings who stood more to Clarisse, her rival, who weren’t as nice to Emily. She wasn’t naturally prone to being mean to anyone, even if they weren’t friendly towards her, but after years of constant disrespect, Emily had had enough, and they knew that she could set her foot down if they caused her too much trouble.
Dinner went as usual, with camp being full of demigods, so the pavilion was bustling with voices and conversations, even if there were tables unoccupied, like the one’s for the children of the big three (who weren’t allowed to have children anymore, as they were too powerful), or the one dedicated to Artemis (which was only used by the goddess’ hunters if they ever visited camp… which usually never happened).
Chiron was also back at camp after being absent for some weeks at the end of the school year; Annabeth and Emily had been theorizing about the reasons for his departure, as he had never left camp for so long in the years they had been there.
“Do you think some demigod got into trouble on a quest and he has went out to help?”
“Well, maybe… but it has to be something important if Chiron himself had to go. He never leaves camp; he’s almost like… part of the décor or something”
“What if he left because… the quest he’s promising me is arriving?”
“You mean the one he’s been promising you for years? The one fated to a new demigod we haven’t even met yet?” Emily knew of her best friend’s aspirations, of her dreams. Annabeth was one of the strongest warriors at camp half-blood, head counselor at her cabin, and one of the smartest persons she knew. The only way left to prove herself, was to go on a quest, but Chiron had never allowed her to. She would only be able to when, according to the centaur, a demigod arrived who was fated to go on a quest not even Chiron could prevent – Annabeth had received that information under strict confidentiality, so of course only she and her best friends knew of it.
“Well, it could be. It’s been five years. How much longer can it take?”
“Keep studying the newbies, then. Maybe one of them will be the one”
But none of the new half-bloods at camp that summer seemed to be… something special – not that being literally children of Greek gods didn’t make them special. They just weren’t what Annabeth was waiting for.
That is, until one day, or specifically, one night, a new demigod made it to Long Island.
When Emily went to bed that evening, she didn’t expect to be woken up by a commotion before sunrise; it had been raining during the night, although it didn’t rain directly at camp because of the special weather conditions they had there, with the faint sound of water droplets echoed inside the cabins, almost soothing, until another sound joined its melody: frantic screaming, that came from someone running down the hill that led to Thalia’s tree.
Emily and her siblings made their way out of their cabin, like everyone else did, curious to know what had happened, and they saw Grover, dressed in a human attire, completely drenched from head to hooves. He ran to the big house, screaming and limping a bit, and soon after he got there, he walked out alongside Chiron, who dismissed everyone back to their beds, except the head counselors from each cabin.
At the Ares cabin, Clarisse was the head counselor. It wasn’t a title Emily really craved, but the power it held gave her sister some advantages, like right at that moment, being able to go alongside Chiron up the hill to see what had happened, while Emily had to stay behind. Annabeth was head counselor of her cabin, just as Luke was of his, so they both left as well, leaving her alone with a pout.
When Annabeth came back, though, she went straight to Emily, who was already waiting for her sitting in front of Athena’s cabin; there was no way in hell she would ask Clarisse about what had happened if she could just ask her best friend.
“He’s the one. He has to be”
Apparently, they had found an unconscious boy who looked around their age up at the hill. According to Grover, they were trying to make it to camp, when the Minotaur showed up, and attacked them; the boy, whose name was Percy, fought the monster, and he won.
Emily couldn’t deny that that was impressive. She had never fought monsters besides the ones she found at camp’s forests’ or the ones they sometimes brought in for training, but she knew it wasn’t an easy task, let alone if you didn’t have any experience.
“Grover said Percy’s mom was also with them” Annabeth grimaced “Grover believes that… the Minotaur killed her”
“Oh” Emily had lost her own mother when she was little, and she still remembered the pain of losing her and not having her there; she still felt it from time to time. Her thoughts went to Percy, as she knew it would be hard for him “Wait… he only believes the monster killed her? What do you mean?”
“They searched for her, but they didn’t find anything anywhere down the hill. Grover said that… he saw her vanish, like the monsters do when you kill them, just as when the Minotaur was trying to squish her”
“That’s not how humans die”
“I know” Annabeth bit her lip, deep in thought “So many questions and so little answers… But I have a strong feeling about this, Emi. He could be the demigod I was waiting for”
Said demigod spent the rest of the day, and the following night, sleeping in the infirmary. Annabeth, embracing her rebellious side, wanted to go see him herself that evening, and Emily tagged along, full of curiosity for the new boy.
“That’s him?”
“Is there anyone else unconscious here that I’m not seeing?” it was thundering above camp, the sounds of the storm muffling their voices.
“Hush, you” Emily frowned, watching the boy “Is he…?”
“Yeah, he’s drooling” Percy kind of blinked his eyes open then, catching a glimpse of Annabeth standing at his bedside; he asked her where he was, and the only thing she came up with saying was ‘you drool when you sleep’. He looked baffled at her, mumbling a ‘huh?’, and then he fell back into dreamland.
“That was a perfect meet cute moment you two had there, Annie”
“Now you, hush”
The next morning, after breakfast, Luke took both Annabeth and Emily to the side, and told them that he had met Percy.
“He’s staying with us until he gets claimed” that was standard protocol for newcomers who didn’t know who their godly parents were, as Hermes was, amongst other things, the god of travellers “He seemed… pretty rough. No one can blame him though; fighting the minotaur, losing his mom, and what he thought was his life… all of that in one night. It is tough, but so seems he”
“Did he really have the minotaur’s horn? I heard Chris talking about it” Luke answered yes to Emily’s question, and she whistled “Not bad for an untrained demigod”
They didn’t see Percy for the rest of the day, though, not even during the meals; he ate at his cabin after Luke went back after lunch or dinner with something for him. Apparently not even Grover could get him to talk much.
Emily imagined that if she had arrived at camp under the same circumstances as him, she probably wouldn’t act all that different; her case was also one of the rarest ones of them all, as not many of the demigods had been personally escorted by their godly parent to camp. She felt empathy for Percy, wishing he would settle in quickly.
“I’ll talk to him tomorrow” she told Annabeth, before they went to bed “You should come too. Get to know him if you think he’s the one”
“I’ll stick to my observations for now. You can debrief me later about what you think of him after you guys talk”
“Sure thing, ma’am, yes, ma’am”
Percy walked out of the Hermes cabin alongside Luke, Chris Rodriguez and other Hermes’ children the next morning, wearing his orange camp half-blood shirt and his (for now) bare necklace. Emily watched him from the entrance to the Ares cabin, and she made her way towards them when she spotted Clarisse walking in the same direction; she was accompanied by her most loyal supporters, which were some of hers and Emily’s siblings, and she had that smile on her face that Emily knew all too well. She was about to do something bad.
Clarisse bumped her shoulder against Percy’s on purpose, and when he exclaimed ‘hey!’, she shoved him on the chest, and he ended up on the ground. Emily reached them when Chris helped Percy up, while Clarisse was asking her audience if that was really the kid who had killed the minotaur.
“Look, you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes” she pretended to shove Percy again, and he jumped back, defensive. Clarisse only laughed, until she saw Emily appearing behind the rookie.
“Back off, Clarisse”
“Or what? Are you gonna call daddy to lecture me?” she mocked her, laughing again, accompanied by their siblings’ mocking snickers. 
“I’ll just win again next time we fight at the arena” this time it was Emily smiling victoriously “And I’ll ask Luke to join me. It’ll be fun, don’t you think?”
Clarisse only huffed, and she walked away followed by her congregation. Luke high-fived Emily, while the rest of the Hermes’ kids dispersed as well.
“Well she seems nice” said Percy sarcastically pointing at Clarisse’s back.
“Ares kids” Luke rested his hands on his hips, also looking back at the girl who had just left “They come by it, honestly. Except Emily, of course… unless you steal her dessert” he smiled at his friend, and she took that as the clue to introduce herself.
“I’m Emily, by the way” she waved at Percy, now feeling slightly awkward “As Luke said, I’m in cabin five. Ares”
“So that girl is your sister?”
“Technically half-sister, but yeah. She can be… a bit difficult if she wants to. Sorry for that”
“That’s a way of putting it nicely” Percy had met many, many bullies in the last few years; he had been at plenty of schools, and some of them he couldn’t even really recall, but he remembered every single bully “Why doesn’t she mess with you two?”
“She knows better”
“Luke’s the strongest swordsman at camp” explained Chris, who had sticked around “And Emily has been her rival since the know each other. Always competing to be the best of their cabin, at everything”
“So… you mean that they leave you alone because of glory?” Luke had been explaining the concept of what glory (or kleos, in Greek), meant to the heroes, that is, the demigods; if you had kleos, you had fame, and the people knew that you had done something to be respected “So if I get glory, Clarisse wouldn’t mess with me either?” Luke said ‘exactly’, although Emily knew better than that; she knew her sister better than Luke did: Clarisse would still mess with Percy even if he gained kleos, but maybe she just wouldn’t do it everywhere, at any hour, and all alone against him “And my dad’s got no choice but to claim me!”
“That’s something you can’t control” Emily looked Percy in the eyes, shaking her head “You can’t just… force the gods to do anything. Trust me. It doesn’t work like that”
“Well, yeah, but… it would make it harder for him to pretend I don’t exist and not claim me, right?”
He seemed to have a point.
As Percy’s current cabin counselor, Luke took it upon himself to introduce the new boy to all the activities at camp half-blood – this is, with Emily’s help, of course.
“A good source of glory are feats of skill. We just got to find out what you’re good at”
They took Percy to archery practice, where Apollo’s children excelled. When he ended up shooting his arrow at the opposite side where he had to, almost hitting a bunch of demigods standing there (now, laying on the ground to avoid the flying arrow), they figured he didn’t belong in cabin seven.
“Skill comes natural, yes, but training is also important” Emily showed Percy how to properly use the bow (especially to know how to not accidentally almost kill everyone around him), hitting almost perfectly the bullseye “Even if you’re not initially good at something, if you work on it, you’ll improve”
“How long have you been training?” Percy thought she looked his age, maybe a bit younger, but she couldn’t be older than twelve.
“Since I was six. That’s when I first got to camp, and I always stay for the full term, so I’ve gotten many more practice hours than the average summer campers”
“You’ve been living here since you were six?” he couldn’t believe it “For real?”
“I don’t have anywhere else to go, and there are monsters outside of camp, so I need the training”
“So you’ve never been outside of here in like… five years?”
“Six years, and no. Chiron sometimes takes us out on… field trips, I guess. And then there’s the winter solstice ceremony, and other gatherings half-bloods can attend”
They went to the strawberry fields, but Percy’s gardening didn’t improve the growth of plants in any special way, so he definitely wasn’t a Dionysus kid (for which Percy seemed very relieved about).
“So… Percy?”
“Yeah?”
“No, I mean, your name” Emily talked to him while they walked back to the more secluded part of the camp, on their way to the forges, where Hephaestus kids worked “I’ve never met a Percy. I remember that… when I was really little, at my mom’s, she would show me these movies and… I think there was one where there was a dog named Percy”
“I… uh…cool. But my mom told me that she named me after Perseus. You know, the hero who killed Medusa. There is a statue of him in the Met museum”
“I know who he is, don’t worry. He’s technically my uncle. Well, mine, and from most people here. Maybe yours too!”
“It still feels kinda weird to me, all of this” he lowered his voice as they kept talking, seriousness invading his expression “I’ve only ever had my mom. Where was my dad when we needed him? The rest of the gods? All you people?”
“Those are the questions most demigods ask themselves once they get here” Luke piped up from a few feet away, looking sadly at him “Why didn’t they tell me sooner? Why wasn’t my dad with us? Why does it have to be me?” his words resonated with Percy’s feelings deeply “But now you’re not by yourself anymore. You have us. And who cares where our parents may be, as long as we have each other”
“Thanks… I guess”
They didn’t have much success at the forges. Percy started out well… until he accidentally threw a burning piece of metal over to a pile of fabric, that burst into flames. Luke sneakily got the three of them out of there before it got worse, and before anyone could notice they were gone, pretending that they didn’t have anything to do with that.
“So… not Hephaestus, apparently” Percy made a face, defeated. They were at the dining hall again, eating at their respective tables, so Emily was now at the Ares table, and him, Luke and Chris at Hermes’ “Is there a Greek god of disappointment? Maybe someone should ask him if he’s missing a kid”
“We’re gonna find the thing that you’re good at. I know it”
Percy heard some invisible bells chiming, and suddenly everyone from the Hermes tables was standing up, grabbing their plates.
“It’s our turn” said Luke “Burnt offerings. The gods like the smell, so it gets their attention before you say a prayer”
“They like the smell of burnt Mac and Cheese?”
“They like the smell of begging”
Luke explained to Percy that in order to get the deities’ attention, he had to burn what he would miss the most, because that way they would know that he meant what he was about to say, and they would listen.
Emily was still watching them from her own table, when she felt a light tap on her shoulder.
“Don’t turn around” a voice whispered. It was Annabeth. She was invisible using the magical Yankees hat her mother, Athena, had gifted her “What do you think of him?”
That’s how things were between Emily and Annabeth: together they shared brains and strength, and they relied on each other for everything. In cases like this, particularly, Annabeth studied from afar, contemplating the facts, while Emily ‘got her hands dirty’, studying up close.
“He isn’t sure where he fits into all of this” Emily mumbled, pretending she chewed on some bread. She wasn’t in the mood for someone questioning her for talking alone out loud “He doesn’t know if this is really his place”
“It is. He wouldn’t have been able to cross the barrier if it wasn’t”
“That’s not what I mean. He’s… insecure. And angry. At his dad, and everyone who never told him about any of this. And he’s also grieving his mom, which doesn’t make the rest any easier”
“I’ll keep an eye on him”
Emily had practice for capture the flag in the afternoon, so she didn’t see Percy anymore until dinner, where he didn’t look any better than during lunch. He disappeared early after the offerings, and she shared a look with Luke when he caught her watching their table.
The Ares cabin had two tables at the dining hall, and Emily never sat with Clarisse; they were like two different teams under the same roof. When they weren’t fighting, both sisters ignored each other, but that doesn’t mean that Emily wasn’t alert for any suspicious moves on her part, like that evening, when Clarisse and two of their siblings were also watching Percy with too much interest.
She knew that Annabeth was also keeping an eye on the boy, so she hoped that if Clarisse was pretending to do what she liked to call her “initiation ceremony” to Percy, Annabeth would be able to prevent her sister from dunking Percy’s head in a toilet before it was too late.
Emily would also try to avoid that, of course. She snuck out of her cabin, like she had done hundreds, if not thousands of times before, and she searched for Clarisse and her minions, who hadn’t even returned to their cabin after dinner even though it was pitch black outside. Percy was also nowhere in sight, and she started to become worried, making her way to the bathhouse, when a loud noise coming from said place alerted her senses.
Hiding behind a nearby tree, accompanied by the owls’ hooting and the faint sound of crickets chirping, Emily saw how her sister and two more of Ares’ children ran back outside, completely drenched in water, anger written all over their face. When they were far enough, Annabeth removed her baseball cap, standing outside of the bathhouse, and she looked around until she spotted Emily.
“How did you know I was here?” she asked her friend, making her way over to join her.
“You’re my best friend. I just did” that was fair enough.
They entered together the bathhouse, where the floor was now flooded, and some faucets were spilling even more water non-stop. A door to one of the toilets’ was completely destroyed, and the wood that was once said door floated now around in the water, in dozens of pieces. Percy stood in the middle of it all, not a single drop of water on him, looking completely clueless. He spotted the two girls at the door when he turned around, both with their arms crossed, mirroring each other perfectly.
“I can explain” he said, warily. Although, he really couldn’t.
“No you can’t”
“…okay. I can’t” he looked at Emily, who he knew, of course, and then at Annabeth. She looked familiar “Wait. I know you”
“No, you don’t”
“Yeah, I do. You were there… that night in the infirmary” Emily hid her smile, remembering how those two had had their meet cute moment “Weren’t you?”
“Yes” this time, she went with the truth “I’m Annabeth”
“Are you stalking me, Annabeth?”
“Yes”
“Okay… Wait, Emily, were you stalking me too?”
“Yes” she shrugged, smiling slightly. She had done it for Annabeth, though, and at that precise moment, because she knew her sister had been up to something, but she didn’t owe him any explanation.
“Why?”
“We were waiting to see if something like this would happen” Emily pointed at the chaos that was now the bathhouse, reassembling a pond.
“So I’d know if you could help me” followed Annabeth.
“With what?” Percy wasn’t understanding much.
“Win capture the flag”
The three of them made their way back to the cabins after that brief conversation, without giving Percy any more explanations, so that they wouldn’t get caught in the flooded bathroom and be blamed for it. Annabeth entered her cabin the first, at the side of the Goddesses cabins, while Percy and Emily made their way to the opposite array of buildings, of the male Gods.
“What did Annabeth mean with ‘Capture the flag’?”
“It’s a game. Ask Luke, he’ll explain everything” Emily only smiled at him, thinking his confused frown looked funny.
“Oh… okay” he remained silent for a few seconds “Look… I didn’t mean to attack your siblings. I’m sorry for that” Percy whispered his apology to her, so to not be heard by anyone; it was past curfew so they shouldn’t be roaming the woods at that hour “Although I’m not really sure I was the one who… actually did that. The water just… disappeared inside the pipeline, and then it shot back up hitting Clarisse and the others”
“The water protected you from them” she bit her lip, thoughtful “I’m sorry that they ambushed you”
“It’s okay… It seems like bullies tend to like me. I’m used to it”
“Well, I’m glad that this time they got what they deserved. I don’t like meanies either” she smiled at Percy, now standing in front of the entrance to her cabin “Goodnight, supreme lord of the bathroom”
Emily took a long time to get asleep that night, analysing what she had witnessed; Percy didn’t seem to fit any particular trait of any of the gods, he wasn’t skilled in any specific task, and he wasn’t as mischievous as most Hermes’ children were.
There was a possibility she didn’t dare to think of: the big three. It couldn’t even be possible… right? They had made a pact to not have any more children after the incident (which was, the second world war), because they were too powerful; that kind of demigods couldn’t be controlled. And there were many other gods, minor ones, who could have fathered Percy.
It was the facts though, like all the fuss they had made about Percy getting to camp, the trouble Grover and him had faced, his victory against the minotaur, and that strange yet very revealing experience in the bathhouse, that made Emily doubt if he could be a forbidden child.
Feeling tense and uneasy, she finally fell asleep, off to dreamland: she was laying under the stars on the grass, watching the archer, the ursa major, and other constellations she knew by heart. She wasn’t alone, though. She didn’t need to look to know who it was: his hand, big and calloused, was pointing up to the sky above them, and although he was explaining something to her, she was more concentrated in the movement of his hand and the flex of his fingers. On one of said fingers was the same ring she carried on her necklace, glistening under the moonlight.
She felt safe in that dream, and a warmth washing over her, soothing her like a balm. She wasn’t really understanding anything he was telling her, his voice muffled as if they were far away from one another, although she could feel him right by her side. Her uneasiness slightly vanished, even if it was just for a few seconds, and she felt reassured by him. When she turned to look at his face, the warmth disappeared, and she woke up.
Emily fought to not open her eyes, clinging to the dream; it was a memory of what seemed another lifetime she deeply missed. She didn’t have time to mourn the past, though: today was the day of capture the flag.
Joining her siblings for one last morning practice, Emily temporarily forgot about her doubts concerning Percy, and focused on training: the Ares cabin had teamed up with Demeter, Aphrodite, Hephaestus and Dionysus for this game, while Athena, Apollo and Hermes formed the other team. Although Emily’s team had more cabins, the two bigger cabins were the seventh (this is, Apollo), and the eleventh (Luke’s cabin, Hermes).
There were only two children of Mr. D, and Demeter’s offsprings weren’t very into combat, although they liked to fight the Apollo children for using arrows, which were made out of wood (which came from trees, and they refused to participate in any activity that encouraged the senseless slaughter of their arboreal friends!).
Aphrodite’s children weren’t bad at fighting if they wanted to, but they lacked of… the bloodlust Ares’ children had. Emily was friends with their head counselor, Silena Beauregard, as they had spent much time together at the Pegasi stables, of which Silena was in charge of. The Hephaestus demigods were built big and strong, so they were useful for combat, but their best virtue was the weapons they crafted and provided for the game.
One of their strongest weapons wasn’t made by them, though: Clarisse, leader of their team, owned an electric spear, gifted to her by Ares himself. It was her most prized possession, and she liked to show if off every chance she got, using it with her characteristic brute force.
Emily had her own weapon gifted to her by their father, an enchanted throwing knife which disguised as a bracelet, but it wasn’t as flashy or grandiose as Clarisse’s spear. She hated that spear.
Capture the flag would begin after lunch, so after grabbing a quick bite, and burning some of the food, Emily still had some little time to spare. She looked for Grover, and found him in the forest near the lake.
“I need to talk to you”
“Oh, sure, hi” he looked around them, seeming nervous. Although Emily wasn’t as aggressive as most of her siblings, she could be intense, and rather direct. She had often given Grover many jump scares “What’s up?”
“It’s about Percy” his face went serious “Annabeth and I… we are suspecting something. About his parentage”
“I don’t think I can help you with that” he said, shaking his head fast “No, I don’t…”
“You’re also suspecting something, aren’t you?” Grover’s face turned red; she had caught him. Emily smiled, walking closer to him, while Grover walked backwards, distancing himself slowly “I’m not saying you know anything, but… you know him better than we do. You guys were best friends at his school, right? Did anything happen there? Something… suspicious, that could make you think of a specific god?”
“I really can’t talk to you about this” he thought that Emily had been influenced too much by Annabeth, as she had her same ways of relentlessly asking questions, which combined with her resilience, made her implacable. And he would get in trouble if he said anything. Fortunately, the sound of a conch shell in the distance saved him “Oh, look, the game is starting. I would have loved to keep talking to you, but I really need to go now”
“You’re not even competing” she frowned.
“Yeah, sure, but this place is about to become a warzone, and no satyr wants to be around when that happens”
Fair enough, she let him go; she couldn’t be late anyways, so she ran back to her cabin, and quickly put on her armour, before going to the weaponry to grab everything she needed. Her preferred weapons were her throwing knife and a dagger she had had since she was six, which she always carried with her. For capture the flag she stuck to the standard sword and shield, although she was always tempted by the spears. She liked them, it was part of the typical Greek arsenal for battle… but the spears were also Clarisse’s thing, and she didn’t want to be compared to her sister.
Chiron had started to gather both teams at a cliff where the river split the forest in two sides, and fell down the mountain in a waterfall. Most of Emily’s team members were already there, wearing red striped armours like hers, and at the other side of the river, she saw Luke standing alongside the rest of his siblings and teammates, and also Percy; the blue eyed boy wore a blue striped armour over his orange shirt, with a blue crested helmet on his head. His weapons were a shield, and something small he was holding in his hand Emily couldn’t really make out from that far away. On Emily’s side was the red flag they had to defend, and on Percy’s and Luke’s side, the blue flag her team had to snatch to win.
The captains arrived, Clarisse and Annabeth on their respective sides, and Chiron, wearing his favourite tweed jacket and a cream coloured cape over it, greeted everyone cheerfully.
“Welcome, demigods!” he seemed delighted, and he sounded excited “A new game of capture the flag is ahead! As always, the rules are simple: the first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor. As always, there will be no maiming and no killing. I trust these rules will be respected” those rules had to be installed after some unfortunate events Emily had been glad to not have experienced “Any magical items you may possess, are permitted as well. Every camper who is not injured has to play. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged” those had also been things Emily was glad she hadn’t experienced “Let the games begin!”
After the conch shell blew again, the red team erupted in angry battle cries, banging their shields and various weapons in chaotic rhythms. The blue team let out a collective shout, hitting their shield in unison. Both teams had twenty minutes before the conch sounded a final time, and then it would be game on.
Emily winked at Annabeth, who winked back at her playfully before completely assuming her role as captain once more. Let the best one win.
Clarisse designated different troops for the game, and sent them scattered throughout the forest to attack the blue team and defend their flag. Emily was running off with her squadron, when she caught out of the corner of her eye how Clarisse and two of their siblings separated from their group, heading to a completely different direction.
“Emily, c’mon!”
Sighing, she followed her troop, hoping for the best.
She had her hands full soon anyways. Clarisse didn’t want Emily protecting the teams flag because of her friendship with Annabeth, so she was assigned to holding back the opposite team so that they wouldn’t actually get to the flag; Clarisse wasn’t Emily’s greatest fan, but she knew to not underestimate her. So she was quickly busy fighting Annabeth’s teammates: Emily wasn’t alone of course, as she had four of her siblings and four other demigods to help out. They won the first round, but the next battalion was commanded by Luke himself, and that would be tougher. Much more.
Luke went straight to her; he knew she would be the most difficult one to disarm, so he took it upon himself to fight her. He circled Emily, sword raised defensively, and she mirrored his movements. Luke’s first strike was easy to stop, and with practiced skill she raised her own sword, metal clashing against metal. As Luke pressed forward, Emily countered swift strikes of her own, until one of Luke’s brothers, Chris, joined him and attacked Emily from the other side. She raised her shield defensively, and Luke took his chance to hit her sword again, this time making her lose her grip.
Emily shoved Chris with force, using her shield to add strength to the hit, and when he tripped, she disarmed him as well. Luke attacked again, but Emily jumped to the side in time to avoid the hit of his sword; her own sword was laying on the ground, and she quickly retrieved it using her shield once again to block Luke’s strikes.
“Do you give up?”
“Never”
The two clashed relentlessly, swords meeting in a flurry of strikes and parries. Emily’s determination fueled her every move, strong and skilled, but Luke knew her weak spots like no one else, and so he used them against her. He sent Emily’s sword back clattering to the ground hitting her on the arm, and he dodged her dagger when she threw it at him furiously.
“You Ares kids have a temper!”
“Don’t provoke it then!”
Cornered against a tree, Emily charged against him, letting out an angry scream. Luke managed to get out of the way before she hit him, causing her to stumble forward. She recovered fast, doing a somersault, but when she faced Luke again, he had his sword raised just below her chin – He had the upper hand now.
“Are we done now?”
 “Nuhuh, but I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends. I know you need the validation” she let go of her shield, signalling her surrender. She would never admit a defeat out loud, though. Her genes, Ares’ genes, wouldn’t let her.
Luke helped her up, while the rest of her team also recovered. Chris told Luke something about having to move quickly to get the flag before Clarisse showed up, but Luke seemed chill about it.
“Are you so self-confident that you think she won’t manage to kick your ass if she gets her hands on you?” Emily raised her eyebrows at her friend, surprised. Luke only smirked, shaking his head no.
“I’m not that crazy, no. But we suspect that she’s got her own quest going on beside capturing the flag. I’ve spotted her going up the hill in the opposite direction around fifteen minutes ago”
“What quest are you talking about?” she didn’t need to think much to guess it herself “She’s going after Percy?”
“Annabeth’s got a plan, don’t worry. He’ll be fine”
“I hope you’re right”
When Luke and his troop left to go find the red flag, Emily decided she would also leave; they had already been defeated anyways, so she couldn’t prevent Luke from getting her team’s flag, and so she went after Clarisse. The bad feeling she’d had at the beginning of the game seemed to have been right.
Emily ran through the forest, up the hill like Luke had told her, and after some time moving in the opposite direction of where most of the action was happening, she began to hear faint sounds of metal clashing against metal, and the familiar sizzle sound of an electric spear she knew all too well.
To some extent, Emily could understand Clarisse, which was probably one of the main reasons they didn’t get along well. Both of them had been ignored by their father for years now, and not a single thing they did to make him proud seemed to catch his eye. Not a single one. They both lived at camp the whole year, and they trained nearly every single say, trying to always become stronger, faster, and greater. Their mutual competition also helped, she had to admit – they always pushed each other, and it improved their skills. They were their best opponent.
That’s why, when a twelve year old with absolute no preparation got to camp, defeating the Minotaur all by himself, Emily had also had her suspicions. He couldn’t have done it alone, right? Turns out he could, and he did. And instead of being impressed by him and wanting to get to know him more to discover the reason for his spectacular victory, like Emily did, Clarisse could only focus on the fact that some little dumb twelve year old, untrained and unclaimed, had raised more attention to himself in a few days, than she had managed to get in years of being at camp pushing herself to extreme limits to excel.
And it killed Clarisse. She fought so hard to get scraps of her father’s attention, and he never showed her any kind of affection. In her mind, she thought that it was her fault, though, and that if she worked harder for him, he would love her – Emily felt the same way; that’s what she understood so well about her sister. Clarisse’s hard work had barely granted her anything since getting to camp, and Percy was receiving all the glory she deserved and dreamed of, and that he didn’t even seem to want. It wasn’t fair.
That’s why she embraced her darker side, and sought the next best thing after glory: revenge.
Emily got to the top of the hill in time to see Percy running away from her sister and two of her siblings, who went right after him. They would corner Percy from different sides, like hunters with their prey.
She couldn’t just shout out for Percy, as it would reveal her position to her siblings, so Emily ran behind them (lamenting the fact that she had just made it up the hill, and that she now had to run all the way back down with sore legs), trying to figure out their moves: Clarisse was running down in a straight line, not really following Percy, but getting ahead of him, probably to corral him further down the mountain. Her siblings were the ones directly on his toes, and while one of them followed his same footsteps, the other calculated where he would end up passing through, and threw himself at him, sending the boy to the ground.
Percy rolled down to the shore line between bushes and trees, landing on the hard and sharp soil gravel by the lake. Emily’s siblings caught up to him, and Percy stood up quickly, almost tripping while walking backwards to put a distance between him and them, with his sword up; he didn’t go far, though, as Clarisse was waiting for him with her spear pointing at him, ready to fight.
Emily was about to intervene, when a hand on her shoulder stopped her – an invisible hand.
“Annabeth, we have to help him” Emily protested, watching Clarisse laugh at Percy before launching herself at him, almost impaling him like a human kebab “He’s got no chance against them”
“He defeated the minotaur, right?” Annabeth was still invisible, but she could feel, and hear her right beside her. She probably had been watching Percy this whole time, waiting for a fight like this to happen “And he did that thing in the bathhouse. Just… wait and see how it goes”
“Are you sure?”
“Crystal. Trust me on this”
I was hard to look at, though. Emily’s siblings wouldn’t give Percy any respite, however, he managed to grab the electric spear at one point, both him and Clarisse grabbing it now from opposite sites, and he used it to temporarily block her. He landed some good hits on the other two Ares’ demigods, but then Clarisse got Percy to let go of her weapon. Percy rolled on the ground and got his shield back, and after a few seconds where his three rivals reconsidered their options, they attacked him again.
Percy wasn’t trained, but he had a natural talent and he defended himself good, to the point where he blocked Clarisse’s strike, managing to grab the end of her spear again, this time with the same arm he held the shield. After hits, grunts and metal clashes, Percy took the others down, and with both of her siblings on the ground, Clarisse desperately tried to free her weapon from Percy’s grip rolling on the soil, making him trip and fall a few feet away. Alongside the sound of his fall, pants and groans, there was the sound of something hard and metallic breaking apart and a large amount of energy being released all at once
Emily held her breath, just as Annabeth. Percy was alright, and so was Clarisse, but her spear… the electric spear her father had gifted her, which was the only thing she had ever received from him, was now split in two, broken. Both girls held their breath while watching Clarisse assess the damage, seeing the lower half of her favourite weapon in her hands, severed from the half in Percy’s hands.
Clarisse's scream tore through the air like a raw, primal cry of anguish and fury. It echoed off the trees, resonating with the intensity of her emotions as she beheld the shattered remnants of her beloved weapon, devastation on her face.
She charged against Percy, seeing completely red, and Emily couldn’t take it anymore. She jumped forward, just in time to stop Clarisse from grabbing Percy by the straps of his breastplate, who stepped back in terror.
Before Clarisse could lunge at her sister for getting in her way, the conch shell blew, and a second after, Luke and his soldiers ran to the shore holding victoriously the red team’s flag. Annabeth had won.
“The game is over, Clarisse” Emily looked at her sister warily. She was unpredictable when she got angry and hurt, which Emily knew “Leave him”
The older girl only huffed, and walked away with her two companions, holding the remnants of her spear in both hands.
Percy fell to the ground on his knees, panting heavily. The rush of adrenaline was wearing off, and his emotions started rise up him as he caught up with what had just happened – amongst other things, he had nearly died.
“Not bad, hero”
He turned to his right, where there was… nothing. At least, until Annabeth took her Yankees cap off; she walked over to him, and he looked baffled at her.
“Were you here the whole time?” she confirmed it “You were here the whole time and you didn’t help me?” he got the same answer “Why?”
Annabeth rolled her eyes, and extended her hand out for him to grab. She helped him up, and only then did he look at Emily.
“Thanks for… saving me” he panted, still breathing heavily. His heart was beating a hundred miles per hour, and his blood rang inside his ears “She was going to kill me”
“Listen, Percy…” Annabeth got him to look at her again. She looked him in the eyes, intense gaze studying his blue iris’s, which looked back at her holding onto every word she said “I’m sorry”
Annabeth shoved him in the chest, causing him to stumble and to fall into the lake.
“Annabeth!” Emily looked at her friend in alarm, completely taken aback for what she had just done.
“What is wrong with you?!” shouted Percy, now completely soaked. His cries and Emily’s got everyone’s attention, and the celebration of the blue team’s victory was cut short when every soldier turned to them, watching what was happening.
Percy stood up inside the water, but Annabeth didn’t answer him nor Emily. She only watched him, first with interest, and then with amazement. Emily followed her gaze, and she understood what she was looking at: Percy’s injuries, cuts and blood… were disappearing. He felt how his skin healed, and he watched every scrape vanish before his eyes.
What was happening? How was he healing?
“I don’t understand” he muttered.
The answer came in the shape of a trident.
“Your dad’s calling”
A blue trident floating over Percy’s head. He had been claimed.
Emily, Annabeth, Luke and every single other living being who was there looked at the boy in wonder, in utter silence, the greatness of this once in a lifetime moment embarking their souls. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing: a son of the big three. A forbidden child of the sea god. A demigod singular amongst heroes.
“Percy Jackson” Chiron’s voice resonated through the forest, carrying an intensity that was only possessed by those who had lived thousands of years “You have been claimed by Poseidon. Earthshaker. Stormbringer. Percy Jackson… Son of the Sea God”
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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 8800
Warnings: heavy duty angst, swearing, fluff, mention of death and alcoholism, implied smut.
Summary: Years after losing her husband, Reader needed a change and decided to move to a new apartment in a new city, hoping for a fresh start. She always had questions about what happened to her husband but never expected her neighbor to be the one that had all the answers she had been looking for.
Authors Note: Holy shit, this is a long one. Took me two days to write with my busy schedule. So, apologies for any small mistakes, I didn't proofread. 32 pages, can ya blame me? Hope Ya'll like it!
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I walked up the last few steps towards my apartment, the long and emotional day finally catching up to me. The three-hour drive turned into a six hour and with half of my day gone, the thought of climbing into bed brought a soft smile to my lips. The amount of people I had to plaster a fake smile for mentally drained me, so I was thankful I didn’t have to see anyone for the next 12 hours until someone undoubtedly face-timed me to check in. 
Grief wasn’t something I expected to deal with overnight and the support was nice when needed. But it had been years since that night, I was at the point in my life where I was ready to finally move on and accept it, even if his family continued to check in every day. 
Whatever joy I felt about being able to quickly slip inside and into my bed left my body when I noticed two guys hanging around the apartment door across from mine, chatting amongst themselves. Internally I groaned when I knew that I wasn’t going to go unnoticed by them. Almost every day one of them would ask for my number or ask to come inside. It never got physical and they accepted no the first time. 
It still bothered me that they tried every day. 
“Hey baby, why the long face?” One of the guys asked. 
Not wanting to deal with any of them today, I ignored them and reached my door in a quick flash, ready to get this interaction over with. However the other guy had stepped in front of me to block me from entering my apartment. 
Unbeknownst to them, I had gripped my car key in between my fingers; to be safe. 
“Please move. I’m not in the mood tonight.” I threatened. 
He licked his lips. “Come on. One night with us will change your mood. I guarantee it.” 
I sliced my eyes into him. “Move. Now.” 
He didn’t budge and the other guy was now lurking behind me. My heart hammered in my chest, not knowing what was to come. The key could only do so much damage with the two of them. 
“Everything alright?” 
I looked over my shoulder and let out a long breath of relief when I saw my next door neighbor leaning against his doorway, concern etched on his face.
“Doesn’t concern you.” The guy behind me said while not taking his eyes off of the back of my head. 
“I think it does,” my neighbor said. 
The guy that was blocking my path inside didn't bother to see who my neighbor was before he spoke up. 
“Man, get back inside. She's fine!”
“She doesn’t look fine.” 
The same guy grabbed my hand, ignoring my neighbor, and led me towards my door giving an extra hard push. 
“Tell him babe, you’re with us.” 
I haven't officially met my neighbor, only seeing him in passing, so I hoped he understood the look of despair I gazed his way. If that didn’t catch on, the way I mouthed ‘help’ should have. 
Before I could register what had happened, my neighbor had the guy behind me on the floor clutching his stomach and the guy in front of me pinned up on the wall, gloved fingers around his throat. By the look of fear in their eyes, it was clear that they finally realized who saved me. 
“I don’t want to see you lurking around here or bothering her again, understand?” 
They guys were out of sight in seconds, not wanting to get on the wrong side of my neighbor again. 
“You alright?” He asked while giving me a quick once over with his intense eyes. 
I nodded, my heart calming down. “Yeah, thank you for that. They always hang around but never got that close before.” 
My neighbor nodded. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay.” 
He went to walk back into his apartment but my quiet voice stopped him. 
“Thank you again, Mr. Barnes.” 
He turned to face me once again. “You can call me Bucky. I’m around anytime if you need something.” 
We shared a small smile before slipping into our own apartments. 
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The quiet solace of my apartment was everything I needed after the absolute hell of a morning I had. I never meant to raise my voice at her, she was hurting too, but she was asking questions that I didn’t even know the answer to. 
“I never said I don’t miss him, Barb. It’s just been so long that I can’t keep dwelling on the what if’s.” 
“How can you say that? Don’t you want to know what happened to him?” 
“Of course I do! But there’s no leads; no answers. I don’t know what else you want from me.” 
“He’s my son, Y/N. I will find out what happened to him whether you want me to or not!”
“He was my husband, Barb! I don’t have any fucking answers on how he died because I don’t know how he died! The cops don’t even know. So stop thinking I’m hiding something from you.” 
My mother in law meant well but she was tired of not having answers to what happened; we all were. But none of us were accusing each other of hiding something. 
I let out a deep, aggravated sigh, while I pinched my eyes shut, hoping it would help the headache that was slamming behind my eyes. My body molded into the couch, hoping that it would ease away the worries I felt. The darkness I saw behind my eyes began to fill with memories that night, hours before he died, and my veins filled with regret knowing that I was the reason he was dead. I kicked him out that night, told him not to come back unless he kicked his habit. 
Alcohol consumed his life and it wasn’t something I could deal with anymore. 
The constant fights because of him staying out all night at the bars or showing up to important things drunk as hell. 
Maybe if I let him stay, he would still be alive. 
I quickly shook those thoughts out of my mind, knowing that even if I did keep him home that night, one way or another he would have still wrapped his car around a tree. 
The only answers the cops could give me was that they believed he was driving drunk. I believed them because I knew the kind of man he was; as much as he loved me, he loved the booze a bit more. 
His mother never wanted to believe that her “precious son” could have those demons so when I told her what happened, she didn’t believe me. 
My phone’s alarm went off with the message laundry and I remembered that I had been working on my laundry when Barb called. 
Making sure my phone and keys were in my pocket, I let my door close behind me as I walked down the long hallway and hung a left, the communal laundry room coming in sight. 
I always chose to do my laundry in the middle of the night because everyone else in the building was asleep so I didn’t have to worry about someone hogging all of the machines. 
So to say I was surprised when I saw someone else in the laundry room was an understatement; mostly because Bucky had his back to me, folding away. I only knew it was him because of the metal fingers that worked to fold a shirt of his. 
“Here I thought I was the only one who did laundry at 3 am,” I smirked while walking past him. 
Bucky gave me his own. “I usually don’t but couldn’t sleep so I figured I might as well get a couple loads done.” 
Realizing that my clothes weren’t quite dry yet, I set them for another cycle before giving Bucky my attention once again. 
“Did I have my t.v to loud? I only moved in six months ago and sometimes forget that these walls are paper thin.” 
He quickly shook his head when he noticed the sorrowful frown pulling my lips. 
“Not at all. Just couldn’t sleep,” Bucky shrugged. 
 There were rumors around the complex of him, some that I opted to pay no mind too but there was one that I did believe; his nightmares. 
The walls were incredibly thin and you can hear a conversation from the person on the other side of the wall. Which meant I had heard Bucky have nightmares once or twice. Given who he was and what he used to do, I couldn’t blame him for having them. 
For a brief moment, our eyes locked and the fire I felt burning in the pits of my stomach with how intense his gaze made me bite the inside of my cheek. I had only seen him in quick passes so never got the chance to actually look at him. His blue eyes were dark, filled with exhaustion, but somehow still shone bright. His stubble that covered the lower half of his face was filled with a few gray hairs, and the long hair that he had when I saw him a few nights ago was gone. 
My mouth fell open. “How did I just notice you cut your hair?” 
Bucky smiled. “Needed something different.” 
“Well you look good. I mean it looks good. Not that you don’t look good, you do but your hair looks good too.”
Words spewed out like vomit before I had the chance to stop it. I felt my cheeks burning in embarrassment. It had been so long since I attempted to flirt with someone and the first chance I had, I blew it. 
“I’m just going to glue my lips shut now before I embarrass myself even more.” 
Bucky chuckled while lifting his basket with ease, metal arm twinkling in the overhead light. Some of the other rumors that went around the complex was that people were afraid of him because of his arm. But I always found myself intrigued with it. 
Black with gold lines twisting and turning all around his arm. I wanted to trace it with the tips of my fingers. 
“If you glued them shut then we wouldn’t be able to keep talking,” Bucky said. 
“I’m sure there are other people around here that will be glad to talk to you without embarrassing themselves.” 
He shrugged. “I don’t like talking to them as much.” 
My brow peaked at his comment. “Are you saying you like talking to me?” 
He gave me a wink before walking out of the room while calling over his shoulder. 
“You look good too by the way.” 
The previous heat I felt down below intensified and had to swallow the moan that came crawling out of my throat. This was the second interaction we shared that lasted more than a few seconds and slowly he began taking over my mind where I found myself thinking of what he was doing and how badly I wanted to talk to him or see him. 
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“God, I need a bath and a large milkshake,” I groaned to myself as I reached the last step of the floor to my apartment. 
My eight hour shift that started at six this morning became a fifteen hour shift and now that it was reaching close to nine in the evening, I never craved sleep more than I did right now. 
As my door came into view, I quickly noticed that Bucky’s door was open and he was hanging around it, a few people with him. They were chatting amongst themselves and clearly having a good time so I decided not to impose. My head was down as I searched my purse for my keys, trying to go unnoticed. 
“Long day?” 
Bucky stepped away from his group of friends and leaned against my door frame. 
I nodded. “My boss asked me to stay a few extra hours; I couldn't say no.” 
“So I’d assume you’re too tired for a drink?” Bucky asked while stuffing his hands into his pockets. 
“Yeah, sorry. I’ve got the late shift tomorrow so I want to take advantage of the extra sleep.” I apologized. 
He waved me off, saying he understood. 
“Plus, I wouldn’t want to impose on your friends.” 
“You wouldn’t,” Bucky shook his head. “But if you change your mind, the offer still stands. 
I nodded a quick thanks before I watched him walk back into his apartment, the skinny brunette girl attached to his arm. A twinge of jealousy stirred in my stomach and I let out a gruff groan, knowing that it was ridiculous of me to feel jealous. 
The rest of the night passed with nothing exciting, that was until I had decided to finally go to sleep, only to be kept awake by nightmares of that night. Flashing red and blue lights, his car wrapped around the tree, his body hanging out of the driver's side door with blood pooling from his head, and the sirens being drowned out by my screams. 
I awoke with a scream, it echoed throughout my apartment, and my chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. It had been so long since I had dreamed of that night but it was still as raw as that night. 
Once I had calmed down, I finally could hear what was coming from the wall behind me. The headboard banging against the wall in the apartment next door only getting drowned out by the moaning of what could only be described as ecstasy. 
But as soon as I heard it, it ceased being replaced by hushed voices. 
“Did you hear that?” 
“Why’d you stop? I was so close.” 
“I think the scream came from Y/N’s place.” 
“Bucky, come on. I’m only in town for tonight. Don’t waste it on someone else. I’m sure that person is fine.”
Damn these thin walls. 
With a quick jump from my bed, I tossed on a sweater and sweatpants before climbing onto my balcony through my large bedroom window, allowing the fall night air to calm my racing thoughts. I don't know who I thought was on the other side of the wall, clearly that was Bucky’s room and there was a brunette clinging to him when they walked back into his apartment. 
It still stung to see someone else with him. 
Why does it matter to you? You’re not even on his radar. 
I shook the thought from my mind and looked up into the sky, hoping to see some stars. Why I ever moved to New York, I never understood. With the noise and lights, trying to look up to the night sky for some peace was inevitable. 
Tears fell and I ghastly wiped them away as I thought back to my nightmare, visions of him lying there in death, all alone. Soft sobs fell from my lips and shoulders shook with despair and hatred that I allowed him to leave that night. 
“Everything alright?” 
I slightly jumped at the voice and saw Bucky leaning against the shared railings of our balcony, a beer bottle loosely hanging between his fingers. 
“Yeah,” I nodded while avoiding his gaze. 
Thankfully it was dark out here so he wasn’t able to see my tear stained cheek. Between the nightmares and hearing Bucky having sex with someone else, I was a wreck. 
I wasn’t sure why the thought or image of him with someone else bothered me so much. This feeling was unknown, something I hadn’t felt in so long; since before my husband. Maybe that’s why I felt like this, guilty for it being because of another guy. 
You fancy him, dumbass. 
Blinking away the thought, I leaned deeper into the chair and closed my eyes, enjoying the breeze. 
“Anything I can help with?” Bucky questioned. 
“I don’t want to keep you from your company.” 
He quickly shook his head. “You’re not.” 
“I’m fine, Bucky. I just couldn’t sleep,” I kept my eyes trained on the chipped away  nail polish on my fingers. 
The curtness in my voice didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I heard a scream-.” 
“Bucky, there you are! What are you doing out here, it’s freezing!” 
Both of our eyes landed on the woman that had slinked her way next to Bucky, a hand on his back and a soft kiss to his cheek. 
My heart fell deep into my stomach and I let out a shaky breath to try and compose myself. I didn’t want to cry again, not in front of them. 
“I’ll be there in a minute. I’m talking with Y/N,” Bucky nodded towards me. 
I shook my head while standing to my feet. “I was actually about to head to bed. See you around.” 
“Perfect, let's go Bucky.” 
The brunette linked fingers with him, purposely avoiding his metal hand, and tried to drag him inside. 
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Bucky wondered. 
I nodded, trying to hold the tears back but Bucky could see right through my facade and told the brunette he would meet her inside. Reluctantly she nodded and soon it was the two of us again. 
“She seems nice,” I motioned towards where she was previously standing. “Sounds like you two had a good night.” 
Bucky’s face fell when he realized what I was talking about. “You heard?” 
“Thin walls.” 
He cursed under his breath. “I’m sorry, we’re usually more quiet.” 
“Oh, so this isn’t a one time thing?” I wondered. 
“Does it matter?” He asked. 
But then the confusion was replaced with humor, a sly smirk pulling at his lips. His elbows leaned against the railing, his face coming closer to me. We were so close now I was afraid he could tell that I had been crying so I kept my gaze trained hard to the floor beneath my feet. 
A cool metal finger lifted my chin and I sucked in a breath when I drank in his gaze, so powerful and moving. 
“Are you jealous?” 
My lips parted, unsure of how to answer mostly because I didn’t even know if that’s what I was feeling. But I did recognize one feeling and was coursing through me; comfort. 
It was a simple action, his finger lifting my chin, but that had been the first contact I’ve felt in so long that it almost over took me, the tears pooling at the corner of my eyes. 
“No,” I finally answered. 
Bucky snorted, not believing me. Whatever witty comment he had was gone when tears fell from my eyes, concern clouding his gaze. 
“Hey, what’s wrong?” His hands now cupped my face. 
I shook my head in his grasp. “I’m fine.” 
“Y/N,” he urged. “You can talk to me.” 
My eyes refused to meet him, knowing that if they locked, I would melt into him and tell him everything. He didn’t need that, though. He could have been dealing still with his own trauma, I wasn’t going to pour mine on top of it. I had been dealing with it on my own for so long, I could continue too.  
I breathed, feeling his pinkies gently trace circles in the back of my head getting tangled in my hair. The slight action caused a quiet moan to fall from my lips. 
Not a sexual moan but a need for more affection. 
Bucky seemed to have understood so with his metal fingers he ran them fully through my hair and begged me with soft whispers to look at him. 
I obliged. 
His blue eyes bore down at me and with his touch, I felt myself crumble into him, my hands slowly grazing up his chest to his shoulders. I was ready to let it all go, let him in. 
Until her voice sounded behind us once again. 
“What the hell?” 
Bucky turned to look at the brunette, ready to explain himself but before he had the chance, I slipped out of grasp with fresh tears falling. 
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered. 
His pleas to come back meant nothing as I slipped back inside, shutting the window behind me. 
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The buzzing from my phone on my end table meant nothing as I turned my back to it, adjusting a new position on my bed. With my blankets pulled up to my chin, another broken sob fell as the water from my eyes continued to stain my pillow case. 
I knew who was blowing up my phone, I didn’t need to check. 
Bucky had found my number from the apartment phone book the other day and he had been trying to get into contact with me to see how I was doing. 
It had been almost a week since that night on my balcony and I had done everything I could to avoid him. Not sure why I felt I needed too, he only was trying to help. 
Truth be told, the memories of my husband and his accident had caused me to go into a dark place, not wanting to leave my apartment let alone my bed. Since I moved to New York, I was alone, no one to share in my grief with which is why whenever a wave crashed over me, I fucking drowned in it. 
When the buzzing phone finally ceased, I breathed a sigh of relief and forced my eyes to shut in hopes of letting the dark slumber take it. 
Three persistent knocks to my window caused my eyes to spring open and when I saw Bucky sitting on the other side, I groaned. 
“Leave me alone!” I yelled, fully engulfing myself in my blankets now. 
The sound of the window opening and a large body all but crashing inside made me sit up in bed, brow perked in confusion. Bucky was standing in my bedroom now with a concerned gaze. 
“You know for a former assassin, you’re not that quiet when breaking into someone’s apartment,” I stated. 
He shrugged. “I thought about knocking on your door but figured you wouldn’t answer.” 
I nodded. “You thought right. Feel free to leave that way though.”
My back was turned to him as I laid down in bed again, pulling the blanket to my chin. Bucky didn’t need to say anything, his warm presence was still felt behind me. I let out an annoyed groan before turning to face him again and it was then that I took in appearance for the first time. Gray sweatpants and a tight black shirt that hugged every inch of his chest and torso. His metal arm twinkled under the soft glow from the lamp in the corner of my room. 
Even in somewhat darkness, he looked breathtaking. 
“You’re not going to leave, are you?” I questioned. 
When he shook his head, I reluctantly sat up and motioned for him to sit; he hesitated. 
“If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t be inviting you in my bed right now,” I stated. 
Realizing I had a point, he finally relaxed and sat on the edge of my bed. “Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” 
“You didn’t,” I reassured him with a small smile. “I’ve been dealing with some things lately, that’s all.” 
“Do you want to talk about it?” Bucky suggested. 
I gnawed on my bottom lip, debating whether or not it was a good idea to talk to him about my problems. I didn’t want him to think less of me because of them. 
You know he wouldn’t. 
“I don’t want to keep you,” I began. “Especially if you’ve got company.” 
Bucky immediately shook his head. “That’s over, I promise. You’re the only one that has my attention.” 
My heart soared with his words and the redness that crept from my cheeks to the tips of my ears didn’t go unnoticed by him. I let out a deep breath to gain whatever courage I could and wondered where to start. 
“I, uh, was married.” 
Bucky’s body tensed at my words so I gently laid a hand on his knee. “Was. Not anymore.” 
He relaxed with my touch. 
“My husband, Rick, died about eight years ago. Next month actually,” I admitted. 
His face fell. “I’m sorry.” 
“I’ve done my best to move on, try to create this new life without him. Which is why I moved here. I thought a fresh start would help.” 
“Why did you wait so long to leave?” Bucky asked. 
“My mother in law. We only had each other and I never found the right time to leave. But the grief and questions became too much to bear so I had to stop thinking about how she felt and start taking care of myself.” 
I almost didn't notice Bucky slip his flesh fingers between mine as I continued to tell my story. 
Almost. 
“She was so hell bent on finding the truth on what happened that her accusations pushed me away.” 
“With his death?” Bucky questioned. 
I let out a low sob. “Yeah. He-uh-he was driving drunk one night and crashed his car into a tree.”
My body shook with fresh tears as the memories began replaying like an old movie in the back of my mind, the wounds tearing open once again. 
Bucky had snuck up next to me, wrapping his arms around me to pull me into his chest. I seeped into him, allowing his soft words of comfort to ease my pain. 
“The images of him hanging out of his car haunt me to this day. I can't go to sleep without seeing him, bloody and cold,” I cried into his chest, hands grasping at his shirt. 
He didn’t say anything, he didn't have too. If anyone understood how I felt, it was Bucky. His large hand rubbed circles on my back while I continued to sob, finally letting go for the first time in so long. I didn’t realize how bad I needed someone to just listen to my problems and comfort me, not criticize how I feel or accuse me of keeping secrets about Rick’s death. 
“His mother blames me,” I muttered into Bucky’s chest. 
“Why?” 
I pulled slightly away from him and looked up into his eyes; they were clouded in sorrow. He cupped my cheek and with his metal thumb wiped the tears away, the coolness of it easing the redness caused by my cries. 
“I couldn’t deal with his drinking any longer. It was ruining our marriage so I told him that he  needed to leave and only come back when he was sober. Rick’s mom didn’t want to believe that he had those demons but he did. I held onto him for so long that I couldn’t take care of him any longer.” 
“He got so good at hiding when he was drunk that I had no idea he was that night. Maybe if I had known, he would still be-.” 
“Hey,” Bucky lifted my chin up to meet his gaze. “You cannot blame yourself for his actions, okay? None of what happened is your fault.” 
I wasn’t so sure if he was talking to me or more so himself. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that knew about The Winter Soldier's past that Bucky had so much trouble not blaming himself for what he did during that time. 
My head pounded from all the crying and I had nothing left in me, emotionally, so all I could do was nod in his grasp. 
“I’m here to help you with whatever you need to get past that guilt, alright?” 
I nodded again. “Thank you, Bucky.” 
He responded by pulling me into his chest once again, allowing me to ease into his comforting touch as he continued to run circles over my back. 
Time had passed, the two of us locked together with my sobs being replaced with constant yawn after yawn. 
Bucky began to pull away. “I’ll let you get some sleep.” 
I squeezed him a bit, not ready to let go. “Few more minutes? I haven't felt this kind of comfort in so long. It’s nice.” 
His lips brushed the top of my head and I melted into him again, my heart beating so hard against my chest I knew not only could he feel it, Bucky could hear it as well. 
“Take all the time you need, doll.” 
My heart fucking soared at the pet name. 
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Our laughter bounced off the walls of the complex as Bucky and I both ascended up the staircase towards home. I had been on my way home from work when I bumped into him one block away, with a bouquet of fresh flowers grasped between his metal fingers. 
“You mentioned that you had a rough day at work so I thought these would make it better.” 
His words from when I questioned him about them brought a smile back to my face. 
Ever since that night last month where I told him about Rick, we had grown incredibly close. He was there for me when the nightmares got bad, or I needed someone to talk to; with me also returning the favor. 
Even if he was in therapy to deal with his past, I was still by his side to lend an extra ear and a comforting hold. 
If anyone was to ask what we were, I would tell the truth; friends. 
That love to steal longing glances, the occasional flirty banter, and fingers lingering on one's skin longer than normal. 
“You didn’t have to go out of your way to get me flowers, Buck,” I reiterated my words from earlier. 
He shrugged as we turned the corner of the hallway, our apartments coming into view. 
“Anything to bring a beautiful smile to your face,” he mused while throwing an arm over my shoulder. . 
“Cheeky, aren’t you?” I giggled while patting his chest. 
My feet came to a halt when I saw the lone figure leaning against my door, arms crossed in what appeared to be one thing. 
Anger. 
“Barb, hi. What are you doing here?” I asked, confused. 
She shook her head. “Eight years. Today.” 
My heart dropped. Bucky had been such a good thing in my life lately that I had forgotten Rick’s death anniversary was today. 
“Oh.” I muttered. 
Barb scoffed. “That’s all you have to say? What would Rick have to say about this?”
She motioned towards Bucky who still had his arm around me so he quietly slipped away and tried to leave but I gently grasped his arm to stop him. 
“I can go. I’ll talk to you later,” he suggested. 
While I shook my head, Barb’s demeaning voice spoke again. 
“I think that’s a good idea. She doesn’t need you right now.” 
My eyes snapped over towards her. “Excuse me? What gives you the right to speak to him like that?” 
“Doll, it’s alright.” 
“Doll?!” Barb shrieked. “How long has this been going on? What would Rick think?” 
I shook my head in disbelief. “Nothing because he’s dead Barb. Has been for a long time.” 
“I cannot believe you’ve moved on already. He was your husband for god sakes! He loved you dearly and this is how you repay him? Fucking the first man that touched you.” 
Anger radiated off of me, Bucky noticing the way my breath became erratic so he gently laced our fingers together and nodded towards his door. 
“Come on, let’s get inside.” 
In our many talks I had mentioned a few times about how demeaning and cruel my mother in law could be but I put up with it for years because I was married to her son. The constant belittlement from her had knocked me down to my lowest and now that I was finally starting to feel better about everything thanks to his help, Bucky refused to let me get back to that low. 
I held him back with a shake of my head before giving Barb my attention. “I don’t know why you came here. Like I said on the phone last week, I still don’t have the answers you’re looking for, Barb. Whether you want to believe it or not, your son was an alcoholic and it was his actions that night that killed him. I know it’s not easy to hear but Rick is gone and your quest to find answers to questions that don’t exist isn't going to bring him back.” 
Barb shook her head, looking at me bewildered. “No. There’s a witness that was there that night. They said they saw someone in the road before RIck crashed. He swerved so he wouldn’t hit them. Not the lies you’ve been saying!” 
“I’m not lying about anything!” I snapped, mouth ready to spew hateful things towards her. 
Bucky squeezed my hand as if he could read my mind, knowing what I was about to say. 
I took a deep breath to calm myself, knowing that no matter what I said to her Barb would never change her mind. She could never see her son in such a negative light. 
“I don’t know what else to tell you, Barb. But I know that I can’t keep doing this with you; Rick wouldn’t want this. As much as we loved each other, he wanted me to move on. We talked about it all the time that if something happened to one of us that the other wouldn’t dwell on the heartbreak. He had demons, he tried to drown them with alcohol but they knew how to swim.” 
Tears pricked my eyes. “Rick would want me to be happy, to find love with someone else. He would want the same for you.” 
Without another word, I let Bucky lead me inside of his apartment, ready to finally leave Barb in my past. 
“Are you alright?” Bucky questioned once inside. 
I sat on his couch with a soft groan and nodded. “Yeah, it needed to be said. I hate that it took so long though.”
Bucky trekked around his apartment placing the flowers in a vase then grabbing a beer for him and a glass of water for me. I smiled a thanks as he sat next to me, his hand placed on my knee.
“I’m sorry for what she said to you,” I frowned. 
He shrugged. “It's nothing you need to apologize for, doll.” 
With his flesh hand on my knee and the metal one lounged on the top of the couch, his fingers inches from my face, I began tracing the gold lines, mesmerized by the design. Before when I would look or touch it, Bucky would flinch because he was afraid of how I would react to it. 
“I don’t understand how you’re not afraid of it,” Bucky wondered. 
“The way I see it,” I began while linking our fingers together, “This arm was your fresh start. Your old one did all of those horrible things and this one has done so much good, you can’t let the weight of the old one hold you back.” 
A smile pulled wide on his face. “Who needs therapy when that advice is free.” 
I giggled with a wink. “Plus, I come with some extra perks.” 
Bucky smiled smugly with his eyes turning dark. “Care to explain what those perks are?
My lips went dry and I rolled my tongue over them, hoping it would help. The intense gaze I felt from Bucky was enough to lock me into place on his couch with my hands now in my lap clasped together in hopes they stopped shaking with nerves. 
They didn't. 
There was something between us, that wasn’t a question. But what exactly, I wasn’t too sure. We would flirt back and forth and have some small touches here and there but that’s all it was. Neither of us were brave enough to take the next step in this relationship. 
I gnawed on my bottom lip while staring in Bucky’s eyes and I noticed the way his breath caught in his throat, unable to move as I slowly, oh so agonizingly slow, closed the distance between us. Meters from his lips, I hesitated though, my warm breath fanning over his plump lips. This close I could see how pink and full they were, practically begging to be kissed; ravished.
Lips parted and ghosting over each other, I could feel the softness against mine and when I glanced up into his gaze I noticed Bucky’s pupils were blown with desire. 
Fuck it. 
I crashed my lips to his in a slow but firm kiss, testing to see if he wanted this as much as I did. Soon we began to meld together, his hands gripping my hips while mine found his broad shoulders, nails digging slightly. He hissed against my lips, the sensation burning low in my core when he repaid the favor by digging his own nails into the bare skin of my back. 
I nibbled on his bottom lip, begging to taste him, and his tongue slipped between my lips, exploring every inch of my mouth and I groaned when the heat expanded from my core all the way to my head, making me dizzy. 
Our breathing had become ragged with desire, wanting to feel every single inch of each other's bodies. Bucky’s flesh hand tangled in my hair while his metal hand lifted me with ease into his lap, sprawling his fingers over the plump of my ass. My own hands ran down his chest, down his stomach to ghost over the belt of his pants before they snaked underneath his shirt, the skin of his stomach hot with lust. 
“Bucky,” I moaned into his mouth when I felt his hips press into mine. 
The hardness of his cock pressed against the confines of his jeans and a low groan echoed into his mouth when he pressed up against my heated core again. 
Bucky’s lips left mine to start biting and nipping at the skin of my neck while I rutted slowly but firm into him. My hands gripped and pulled at his shirt, yanking it off of his head in a snap. I felt him tense under me as my eyes glazed over where the skin and metal of his arm met, the scars still looked fresh to this day. 
I left soft, pepper-like kisses over each scar, letting him know that it didn't bother me. 
“Bucky,” I breathed his name once again. “I need you.” 
He spewed a few curses into the crook of my neck before finally pulling away, locking our lust blown pupils together. “Are you sure about this?” 
I traced a finger down his cheek and scratched at the stubble on his face. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.” 
That was all he needed before tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me to his bedroom. 
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The coolness from his metal fingers felt almost orgasmic on hot skin as we laid next to each other in bed, in a post-climax haze. Bucky’s fingers traced my spine from the top to bottom, over and over again, and he would leave light feathery kisses where his fingers missed. 
It had been a couple weeks since our first kiss and we had been spending most of our time in his apartment since he had the bigger bed but tonight he surprised me by sneaking into my window while I was asleep, wrapping me in a warm embrace. 
“For an ex assassin, you’re still not that quiet,” I muttered into his warm chest. 
“I missed you,” he breathed into my hairline. 
We then proceeded to spend the next hour tangled in between one another. 
Our relationship had blossomed in those few days even if we had decided to take things slow, not needing to rush or put a label on it quite yet. Even though we both knew how we felt about one another. 
His soft lips left the skin of my back and found its new mark on my neck, Bucky continuing the mark he began earlier. 
“Bucky, I’m so tired,” I whined, playfully smacking him away. 
With a fake groan of annoyance, he pulled away not before leaving a kiss on my forehead. 
“I’m going to grab a glass of water then I’ll come back to bed.” 
The dark slumber was within my grasp, fingers dancing towards it, so all I could do was nod in response. The bed shifted with the sudden change in weight and I wrapped the blanket around me, allowing the darkness to fully engulf me but only to be yanked from it a short time later by the sound of glass breaking. 
“Babe, you alright?” 
Silence. 
“Bucky?” 
More silence. 
Pulling my brows together with confusion, I quickly dressed myself in Bucky’s shirt that he had worn over here and walked into the main living space of my apartment expecting to see Bucky cleaning up whatever broke. 
However, I only saw the broken glass from a cup and a picture face down on the ground next to my couch. 
“What the-?” I muttered while picking it up. 
My heart sank when I saw what picture it was; Rick and I on our wedding day. 
I mentally smacked myself because I thought I had taken down whatever was left of Rick in my apartment when Bucky and I started seeing each other. It wasn’t fair to him that I still had pictures or mementos of a past love up. 
“Fucking dumbass. No wonder why he left,” I cursed to myself. 
I scurried back into my room and reached for my phone, typing out a message. 
I’m sorry that you saw that picture. I thought I packed everything up. Can you come back so I can make it up to you?
A few minutes went by with no response so I sent another message. 
Or I can come over there if that’s alright. 
A few more minutes went by with no response from Bucky so with an aggravated groan, I tossed my phone onto my bed with myself falling close behind. 
“Way to fucking blow it, Y/N,” I grumbled while running my hands over my face. 
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Two days. Two fucking days Bucky had been ignoring my texts, calls, and persistent knocks to his door. I had been a wave of different emotions the last two days; Anger, confusion, and hurt; mostly hurt. 
I never knew that Bucky had an issue about my past marriage since I talked about it openly with him so much and he helped me heal that part of mind and heart, moving on completely from it; with him. 
The time we spent together was some of the best parts of my life and I would be a fool to say that it meant nothing to me. Bucky had become an important person in my life and the mere thought of losing him forever weighed heavy on my heart. 
A heart that took so long to mend from past heartbreak and loss. A heart that took forever to find that perfect someone to pick up the pieces, make it feel whole; loved. 
I sat up in bed with a start, the blankets falling from my body, when I was slammed with the sudden realization; it hit me so hard I almost fell right back into my bed. 
I was in love with Bucky. 
And I wasn’t going to let him get away. 
Throwing whatever clothes on I could find, I was standing in front of Bucky’s door in less than a minute, knuckles rapidly knocking with no end in sight. 
“Bucky, can you please open the door?” I called through the thick piece of wood. “I really need to talk to you.” 
More knocking followed by more begging. 
“I’m not going anywhere until you let me inside,” I informed him with crossed arms and all of my weight perched on my left foot. 
“Do I have to pull some ex assassin bullshit and sneak in through your window?” 
The door in front of me opened revealing a very tired looking Bucky and I cringed when I remembered that it was almost four a.m. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize what time it was.” I apologized. 
Bucky simply nodded. “It’s alright.” 
He went to shut the door again but I blocked it with an angry hand. “You’re not going to shut me out again. For two fucking days you’ve been ignoring me with no explanation.” 
“Y/N, please-.” 
“No!” I shot. “I don’t know what the hell is going on with you but I don’t deserve to be shut out like this especially after everything we’ve gone through and the things I’ve told you.”
Bucky ran a hand over the subtle on his cheek before nodding, allowing the door to open a bit more with me slipping inside before he could change his mind. I was in such a rush to tell him how I felt that I hadn’t noticed his sleeping attire; a pair of very tight black briefs and his hair was a tousled mess of slumber. 
As breathtaking as he looked, Bucky needed to know how I felt. 
“Did I do something wrong? I know you found that picture of Rick and I.” 
He was quick to dismay my worry. “It wasn’t about the picture.” 
My shoulders raised with confusion. “Then what is bothering you? Is it me, are you over us?” 
“No, doll, trust me.” He hesitated to reach for me. 
“Then tell me why the fuck you’ve been avoiding me?!” I snapped, voice raised in anger. 
“I can’t,” Bucky shook his head, refusing. 
“You’re kidding, right?” I scoffed. 
He was in fact not kidding with the stern face he bore. 
“God, I’m so stupid!” I covered my face with my hands. “I let myself open up to you, let you in my life when I needed someone the most, trusted you with my heart and you ripped it away from me. Right when I started to fall in love with you.” 
Bucky blinked. “Wh-what did you say?” 
Tears pricked my eyes. “I love you, Bucky.” 
“Doll,” he breathed, unsure of what to say next. 
“You don’t feel the same,” I nodded to myself, realizing what his silence meant. “God, I’m such a fucking idiot.” 
Hasty wiping away the tears, I stormed past him only to be stopped by his metal fingers grasping at my wrist, pulling me into his chest. His lips crashed onto mine in a powerful kiss, tongues quickly finding each other in starvation for each others taste. 
We shared many kisses but this one was different; it was the kind that made you fall to your knees with dizziness. 
A good kind of dizzy. 
“I love you too,” he pressed into my lips. 
My heart jumped into my throat as his revelation. “Then why have you been ignoring me?” 
Bucky stepped back slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s something I need to tell you. I wish I would have told you sooner, it might have saved you.” 
“Save me from what?” 
“Falling in love with me,” he linked our fingers together and set me down on the couch. 
We sat with our knees touching and my heart was hammering so loud in my chest I knew Bucky could hear it. My mind raced a million miles a minute with different thoughts of what he had to tell me. 
“The reason why I left the other night was because when I saw that picture, memories came flooding back, almost over taking me,” Bucky began. 
“Memories? Of what?” I pressed. 
Bucky ran a hand through his hair in clear distress. “I know what happened to Rick.” 
I nodded. “Yeah because I told you. He was driving drunk.” 
He disagreed with me. “He wasn’t drunk that night.” 
I looked at him with confusion. “What are you talking about?” 
With one last deep breath, Bucky fully confessed to his past transgression. 
“Rick wasn’t drunk that night. He was sober and driving to meet with the head of the local Hydra group. I don’t know what Rick told you he did for work but whatever it was was a lie. Rick was hired by SHIELD to take back the super soldier serum I had stolen back in the 90’s.” 
My eyes blinked with disbelief. “You’re lying.” 
“I wish I was, doll. I knew who killed Rick.” 
“Who?” I asked, afraid of knowing the truth. 
Bucky hesitated, breath getting caught in his throat, before he spoke with broken words. “The Winter Soldier. And that was me.” 
His bottom lip trembled the same time his nose scrunched up his disgust for his previous actions. 
My whole world came crashing down from the heavens, falling into large pieces of debris around me. My heart was ringing in my ears that I swore I misheard Bucky. Everything I thought I knew about Rick’s death was a lie? Had Barb been right this whole time?
“No,” I stood to my feet with a start. “You’re fucking with me.” 
Bucky reached for my hand but I snatched it away, a look of hurt flashed across his face. 
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t have a choice,” his broken voice begged me to understand. 
I stopped pacing. “How’d you do it?” 
Bucky refused to answer, only standing to try and get me to stop moving. Anger spilled out of me and I pushed his shoulders to force him back onto the couch. 
“How did you do it?!” I seethed. 
His tongue rolled over his dry lips. “I got in the way of his car so he would have to swerve out of the way. When he crashed, I had to make it look like he was drinking so I injected him with alcohol so it looked like he had been drinking all night.” 
“No,” I sobbed. “This whole time I thought he was at a bar getting fucking wasted and was on his way home when he was actually sober!”��
Bucky flinched but kept his eyes trained at his shaking hands. 
“You fucking left him there to die!” I screamed. “You could have saved him!” 
Bucky was on his feet now, shaking his head rapidly. “It wasn’t me, doll. I swear.” 
“But you still did it!” 
I shoved his chest, hard, and he stumbled back a bit but kept his stance. 
“I wish I never did, Y/N. If I could take back everything I did when I was The Winter Soldier, I would; you know that,” he begged me to listen. 
Sobs plowed through my body causing me to shake and fall to my knees with the truth of what happened that night. The man that I found myself falling in love with had killed my husband. How do you get past that? 
But it wasn’t him. He had no choice.
I screamed at the voice in my mind, telling it to shut up. 
“Doll,” Bucky knelt down to reach for me. 
My fist collided with his cheek knocking him onto his ass and rage took over my vision as I straddled his hips, landing blow after blow to whatever part of flesh I could hit; face, head, neck, chest, stomach, and flesh arm. 
Bucky never stopped me, allowed me to hurt him; try to anyway. The super soldier serum that flowed through his blood every day made it so it felt like he was getting slapped by the wind. 
“Fuck you, Barnes! I hate you!,” I bellowed while going to attack his metal arm. 
In a swift movement, I was now being straddled by Bucky who had both of my hands pinned above my head with his metal fingers gripped tight. Tears fell from his eyes onto the skin of my neck and his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. 
“You don’t mean that.” 
I writhed in his grasp, trying to break free. “I do! You’re a monster, I hate you!” 
When the words left my lips, I immediately regretted them. I knew that he wasn’t a monster, I was only angry at his revelation. I never meant to call him that. Whatever anger I had spilled out of my body through the floor beneath me and I tried to break free once again from Bucky, to reach for him. 
“I didn’t mean it,” I cried. 
He nodded before pulling me into his chest, arms now wrapped around me. He hushed my cries with whispers of sorrow and promised to make it right; make everything right with me and us again. 
“I love you, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” 
My hands clutched at the muscles of his back, my own words being muffled by his chest. 
How could anything be right with us again with me now knowing the truth? Nothing would ever be the same.
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thecrownestt · 2 months
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The rule of the game was meant to be fun. It was meant to be playful.
"Let's try something new, I would loveee to see how driven you can be with the right motivation. I want to set a lofty goal for you. No touching, no squeezes, no massages, no self-touching, no love-making until you find a way to eat...hmm...how about 10,000 calories in one day? Most would say no, but most don't melt to my touch the way you do. Be the BEST piggy for one day, and you get the BEST I can offer you."
It wasn't supposed to be too difficult. We had talked about trying for that symbolic caloric goal. It's already mostly in reach on the days where he's attentive and the meals come very steadily. Sure. A little denial of orgasm, a little submissive pig caught under the thumb of a coercive feeder. Play along.
It has been four days now.
He's lying to me. He must be.
The first day was planned meticulously. He was not going to help, per a secondary rule. All the meals and snacks had to come from within a personal fountain of desire and determination. Prove that his pig is, in fact, a pig when left to its own piggy devices.
So I ate.
Start with a hard, concerted bang. A few breakfast sandwiches, a smoothie, a danish. Count the calories...ok, a big dent made in the goal before 11am. Plenty of time to snack while selecting a lunch order. Rinse and repeat for another 2-3 meals.
He looked at my tally. Look! There was even room to spare. 10,700 calories...it was 11:30pm. The day was not over. The goal is achieved. Now, please. Please please please. Touch me. Praise me. Embrace me. The pig was a pig.
"Not quite, dear. Look at this math...so sloppy. I know you've gotten a bit soft in the gut, but I didn't realize your mind had gone so mushy. Do you even know how to add? You'll have to try again tomorrow. Do you even understand me?"
That's. No. Wait. It can't be. Doesn't he want me? Didn't I do a good job? His disappointed look means something. He's good with this stuff. Maybe he's right...
So I tried again the next day. This time, he suggested he'd handle the adding. Checking bad math would make him bothered. Pigs don't think. They eat. That's what he said. I believed him.
He must be lying. There's no way the goal hasn't hit. So many walls have been hit that had to be pushed through. Hunger is merely a theory anymore. If breathing is easy, it's time to eat. Prove him that his pig is a GOOD pig. Please. So sore. So...mindless. The bed has been home. He's caring enough to bring what is needed. Why can't the goal be hit? What's wrong with pig...his words hurt. He said they didn't hurt nearly as bad as being accused of being a liar.
It's day five tomorrow. Today was a failure. Only 8800 calories! How. The count keeps getting further away. Maybe there's too much thinking going on. Maybe a pig needs to TRULY embrace being a pig. Eat with emotion. Eat with anger. Eat for him. He was taken for granted. He provides so much release. He's holding onto that power.
"Piggy doesn't get what piggy needs until there's nothing left in that dull mind but reaching the goal...only then can I give you everything."
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sirfrogsworth · 9 months
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I'm afraid I have some disappointing results regarding my 8800 lumen light bulbs.
They look remarkably similar to the 5000 lumen light bulbs.
In the top photo, the left bulb is 5000 and the right is 8800.
In the bottom photo, both are 8800.
I think the inverse square law is causing problems. If you double the distance between a light source and an object, the object will receive a quarter of the illumination.
When I am standing next to the lights, I cannot even look at the new ones. I can only glance at the old ones for a second. But once I get 30 feet away, they look pretty much the same. And the camera reads about the same exposure for both at that distance.
I'd probably have to get a light that is four times brighter to increase the exposure only one stop.
In other words, this is probably as bright as they are going to get. I'd probably have to get flood lights that focus the light to cover more distance.
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shaarlslec · 2 years
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you know me too well
part 1: the break-up, the days and nights that followed, the meet-up
part 3: seeing him for the first time after your break-up, promises of the future;
pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader
words: 8800 ish (not the last part lol);
warnings: fluff, angst (full on, heart-breaking stuff), mentions of sex, arguing, shouting;
masterlist
Core memories of your relationship with Daniel after breaking-up with him: the good ones, the bad ones, and the present.
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THE GOOD ONES
It was dreamy – being with Danny was dreamy. And you were almost going to let that slip in between your fingers at first. 
After that night when you first met you told him that you were not that fond off with the idea of having a relationship, but at the same time you were not willing to let him go away from your bed. Within the first days after your rendezvous, you decided for yourself that it was the best for you two to just be drinking and fuck buddies, while Daniel craved for more than a mere meaningless bodily connection with you.  
“So just sex and nothing more?” Daniel asked you with a clever grin all over the man’s face while half of his body was covered only by the sheet after you ended up calling him to your place only “to talk” about what happened two weeks ago after the wedding where you met. 
Daniel had agreed the evening prior with your call, knowing that “the talk” was going to happen after you two repeated your little escaped from your first night. And oh boy, what a preview the night after the wedding was for a lot more that happened the second time you laid in bad with him.
Now you two had to talk. That what why you called him for in the first place. You looked at your side meeting the man’s inquiring eyes and arched up brow, “I like that, yes.” You then spoke, sneaking your hand underneath the sheet in search of him. 
Daniel chuckled as he caught your hand on one of his tight to bring it back out just to kiss the back of it as eyes were fixed on your face, “Then find out that I think morning sex is only for people in relationships.” He sarcastically intoned, rolling over the bed in search for his clothes all over the floor.
A sigh escaped from between your lips, the thing you learned fast about Daniel was that he was extremely good at teasing. You watched him getting his shorts on, and you knew that you had to say something back to him. 
“I do not really know how to do relationships, Danny.” You confessed, bringing your knees at your chest to rest your chin on them as Daniel looked over his shoulder to your barely clothed body standing so beautifully on the top of the bed. You were alluring, breathtaking even – how could he just leave you like that?
“I can teach you.” Daniel spoke, getting back into the bed making his comfortable way back on top of you as you stretched your legs forward, “I want to teach you everything I know about it.” Danny then smirked, kissing your left shoulder and then your neck just for his lips to find their way back on your mouth. It was yet another win for Daniel that morning, seeing you agree with a nod to his offering, “Good girl.” Danny teased then again, giving you the chance to slip your hand back into his shorts. 
As days and weeks went being Danny’s girl your anxieties only grew as you were constantly thinking about how hard it will be for both of you to keep long-distance for most of the time while Daniel was not worried about that at all. Daniel wanted you, and not just for a couple of fun nights when he came back in Perth, he wanted you for the whole thing: dates, bringing you with him at his races, going on events you were booked for just to see how pretty your make-up looked on people there, snuggles in the mornings and parties with you until the sunrise, holidays with your friends and families – the whole thing. 
Danny learned that one of the reasons you were hesitant about you two going official- official was your fright of intimacy developed throughout the years of your childhood and adolescence. You were close to twenty-five and yet you never had a serious boyfriend before, Daniel wanted to be the first one to show you that there was more than kissing, touching, and moaning in between the two of you. Yes, the sex was good. The best you both have ever had, and yet he could sense your hand retracting from underneath yours when you were in public, and how your voice was cut short when he made you random compliments in between the sheets about how beautiful you were. You had never had something like this before, you had never had someone wanting to hold your hand as you walked side by side or someone who liked to sprinkle comments about your face – you were clueless in which were the proper reactions to just tiny things. 
In one of the mornings Daniel woke up in an empty bed staring at your back as you were seated at your vanity desk practicing eyeshadow techniques and considered himself the luckiest man that walked on earth just because you were meters away from him. That boy was falling in love quicker than he would have expected, and the only hope he had in the back of his mind was for you to feel the same about waking up next to him. You clearly did, and yet you were not a woman of many words when it came to emotions, feelings, you had no idea how to express all of them. Luckily for you, Daniel had its way of convicting you to open your mouth.
Your boyfriend did nothing for whole five minutes aside from looking at your pretty face and the full-blown concentration on it as you were combining bright neon colors on your eyes as he thought about methods to make sure that you were on the same page as him that morning – Danny needed to know that you were falling for him too. You were way too deep into your work that you have not even noticed him waking up, Daniel’s voice startled you as the man’s mouth opened and your eyeliner being ruined in a split of a second by your jump after hearing him talk.  
“Are you okay?” Daniel had asked, watching you basically smashing your head against the white table in front of you as soon as you saw that imperfect eyeliner crossing the top of your lid. 
You declined with a shake of a head, “I am doomed, Daniel.” You then spoke, looking over your shoulder to find him already on his knees in the middle of the bed, “I have been booked for a fashion event next week and I have no inspiration whatsoever for the looks.” You complained, exasperatedly taking your hand into both of your heads as you went back to bed and to him waiting for you there, “I have no one to practice on for the moment and doing it on myself is very much very different than doing make-up on someone else.” You spoke as you climbed on top of Daniel’s lap, arms already stretched to snuggled you close. 
“Practice on me then.” Daniel spoke, as one of his palms was slowly caressing your back going up and down to comfort you as you laid there in his arms for minutes, “I am somewhat of a model myself.” He then chuckled, looking now fully at you already considering the idea. 
“Are you sure?” You asked him already standing back up and pulling Daniel’s hands with you to the vanity desk, “The event is all about bright neon colors and graphic patterns, it is not some light day-to-day make-up kind of looks.” You explained, as Daniel just nodded to all your words. 
“One hundred percent sure.” Daniel mocked, remembering the blunt line you told him back on the kitchen counter in your first night together, “But—” He then stopped, letting go of your hands and comfortably sitting back into the bed with legs stretched up onwards, “I am not moving from the bed an inch and you will have to sit here.” Daniel then smirked, patting both of his thighs. 
Rolling your eyes at Daniel you picked up all the make-up you needed and tossed them on the bed next to him, “Ok, but you will behave and let me do the work.” You jokingly warned him with a pointed finger. 
Daniel nodded, “Did that last night and it worked out pretty well, right?” He teased back, comfortably leaning his back on the bedframe as you took your seat into his lap, “So, is high-fashion make-up what you have always wanted to do?” He questioned, looking at you as you tried to figure out the exact shade of foundation for his complexion. 
You nodded back, “Are you that interested about what kind of make-up I like to do?” You questionably asked as you mixed two shades on the back of your palm, “No guy has ever asked me this before.” You muttered, more for yourself rather than for Daniel. 
“Of course, I am interested about that. Why would I not be interested in what my girlfriend does for a living?” Daniel spoke, placing both of his hands in the curves of your hips and pulling you closer to him. 
Your cheeks went red, and not because you were that close with him or because you were feeling him throbbing underneath you. It was because he just called you “my girlfriend” and what a silly thing can two silly words make you feel. 
“What?” Daniel laughed as he noticed you all startled and flustered, “Does the word “girlfriend” embarrasses you? Are you too cool for that?”” He continued, ridiculous little chuckles in between all his words.
“Can you please keep your mouth shut?” You laughed back, “It is better not to talk when somebody does make-up on you.” You spoke, finding the perfect match of foundation for Danny and placing tiny dots on the man’s face. 
“You know that you cannot avoid the whole boyfriend-girlfriend talk forever, right?” Daniel spoke, and suddenly his tone switched from the goofy silly one to a much more serious and demanding. 
“What do you want me to say Daniel?” You exclaimed after a short sigh that was not enough to clear your mind, “That you are the best thing that happen in my life lately and I am so incredibly scared of this being just a dream I wake up from tomorrow?” You blustered out at once, “That I do like to be called your girlfriend, but I am frightened of not reaching the expectations of being Daniel Ricciardo’s lover?” You continued, watching the man’s expression softened as he listened to your flustered blabbering, “That I have never in my life have somebody that I care about so much and this fast, and my only thought now is that I am not deserving of this?” You cried out loud, your tears uncontrollably filling the corners of your eyes, “I am so sorry – I have no idea how to do this.” You added with a sob, “To talk about my feelings and all.” You explained, as Daniel’s large palms cupped your face to grab you in a soft kiss that was far different from the ones you two shared before.
Danny kissed you for longer than anybody ever did before and with such softness that you were not aware that two mouths are possible of grasping, hugging your body closer to his in doing so with hands wrapped around your waist defining the non-existent distance between your bodies. You were dazed that somebody could kiss somebody else like that, and that your body was able to feel what was happening on your lips through it all – the veins, the curl in your stomach, the shakiness of your thighs and the tingles in your spine. You melted right into him, gently touching the curls of his hairs as your fingers lost themselves at the back of his neck. 
“See?” Danny asked as he was left breathless after departing not even an inch from your face, “You just did – you just talked about your feelings.” He then continued, nuzzling his nose with yours making you chuckle instead of sobbing, “It is alright to be frightened, I am too.” He then added, placing one last quick peak on your lips before leaning his back on the bedframe again, “And yet, I am sure that we can work it out.” Danny smiled, and that was something within that smile of his that made you completely sure that you can overcome all your anxieties having him by your side. 
You smiled back, “Ok then, can I now practice my make-up on my boyfriend?” You spoke, highlighting the hell out of the last word just to see him giggle like a middle-school child in front of you. 
“You sure can, girlfriend.” Danny nodded, making sure that you were sitting comfortably on his thighs. 
It was you who taught Daniel everything and anything about make-up and skincare routines about which he was completely oblivious before as he was watching you closely building your make-up artist career while practicing on him became one of your things every other morning when your schedules permitted. 
At first it was Daniel’s trick to learn you how intimacy can be shared between two close almost naked bodies without having sex, but as months went by and as you got excited every single time when Danny agreed again to be used as a model, having meaningless conversations about random things, and gossiping in bed while you were doing make-up on your boyfriend became one of your many rituals. 
That and getting equally wasted together were two of your favorite rituals, and no evening ever overtopped the one in Monaco back in 2018 when be bought back the trophy for first place.  
You loved to see Danny racing, and yet you hated to be spotted around him during the race weekends you attended. Daniel made sure that everybody knew he was now taken, positing you non-stop on his stories and mentioning the words “my girlfriend” in each interview he took when the replies to the question permitted.
And yet, as much as you loved spending time with him in the paddock where you already made acquaintance with every single driver from the grid and with the most important figures at Red Bull while arms-in-arms with Danny, you despised being spotted by the photographers. 
Due to that, you often chose to sneak into the Red Bull garage without Ricciardo, not wanting to draw that much of an attention on you. You never wanted that, you never wanted to be known just as some man’s accessory and hearing your name in the same context as the word WAG drove you crazy. Therefore, you two had decided for your relationship to be public as privately as reasonable – you secretly and silently accompanied him to his races, letting only the people in Daniel’s team know that you were there. 
“See you after the race, alright Y/N?” Daniel quickly spoke as he pressed a kiss on your forehead before handing out as you were still in bed at the hotel room while Daniel was hurried to leave it and go on the track by his hazardous schedule. 
You murmured a short “yeah” and covered your face with the pillow to avoid the sun getting through the window straight on your face, making Daniel shiver due to your incurable cuteness, “Ok then, I am leaving now just so you know –” Danny then laughed, watching your one of your hands getting out of the sheet to wave him a vague goodbye, “I love you, bye!” Daniel spoke as the bedroom’s door closed behind him, realizing only good minutes after he left the hotel that that was the first time one of you spoke the words “I love you”.
“Oh shit,” Daniel muttered as he got into the car before taking a quick look on the watch clasped at his wrist, there was no time for him to go back into the room and see or hear your reaction, “Did I just let that out with that much of a nonchalance? Did it sound wrong? Did Y/N hear that?” He spoke, maniacally starting the engine, “Shit, shit, shit.” Your boyfriend muttered as he hurried to the track with million thoughts about what he just did flying through his head.
“Oh shit,” You muttered as you basically jumped out of your bed as you realized that Daniel just told you that he loves you and you were not quick enough to reciprocate the feeling, “Did Daniel just said he loves me, and I muted completely? Did he just left without me saying it back?” You mumbled, “Shit, shit shit.” You repeated just in the same manner as Danny back in the car, “How do I say it back? Do I even know how to say that to someone?” You worried, fully on your feet now and with the same million thoughts about what was just said flying through your head. 
Monaco was crazy, seeing him winning was crazy. Once the checked flag was flipped you felt the whole earth shaking underneath your feet as you were waiting for him to get out of the car positioned in the P1 sign. You knew how much this win meant for him, you knew how much he wanted that – and he did it.
Daniel executed everything perfect that day, and you wanted nothing more but to just congratulate your boyfriend on perhaps one of the most important wins of his career. 
Instead of Daniel just jumping straight in the crowd that was waiting for him to do so, Daniel searched for you amid all the craziness he was witnessing. Everyone was shouting his name, everyone in the team was loudly clapping, everyone either shouted or yelled in your ears while you were doing none of that but instead tearing up happy tears for him with your hands close to your racing chest.
You stretched your arms out once your glares met, and Daniel ran towards you without thinking about that twice. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, and you enfolded him as tightly as humanly possible.
You wanted to congratulate him too like everybody else around you trying to get a hold on him, you wanted to let him know that you were extremely happy for what just happened and that he did an extremely good job that day. 
Still, your thoughts were on the quick “I love you” of that morning. You were not going to wait, you needed to tell him – and Danny needed to hear you saying it back first thing after that morning. Ricciardo’s hamlet was still on as you murmured the words close to where his left ear was supposed to be. I love you too, Danny.
“I am so sorry; I cannot hear you love.” Daniel spoke as he lifted the vision to better look at you, “What did you just say?” He asked out of genuine curiosity and not to fool around, he was indeed unable to hear you saying it back due to the loud noise and the hamlet still on his head. 
You shortly laughed and then gathered all the strength that you had left within your lungs to shoot the words out loud – louder than everybody else near you two yelling Daniel’s name, “I love you too, Danny.” You piercingly shouted, making sure that everyone around including Daniel was hearing your words.
Removing his helmet with a quick move alongside with the headgear that reveled his handsomely deranged curls, Daniel displayed the brightest genuine smile you saw on him as he stared at you, “What?” He then repeated in between chuckles as he cupped your face with both of his palms, “I am not sure that I have heard that properly love, can you repeat?” Danny spoke, shiny sparks of joy engulfing the dark irises of the man who was not only exhaled that he will be going to the podium to take the biggest trophy, but also thrilled of knowing that you loved him back. 
For a moment everyone around you two went quieter – they heard you loud and clear for the first time, and yet they were as edger as Danny for you to shout it again, and again, and again. 
“I love you, Daniel Ricciardo.” You shouted once more even louder than before, “I love you; I love you; I love you.” You repeated, heart jumping out of your chest as Danny’s mouth went on yours in the eyes of everybody watching from up-close. 
No matter how much you hated being watched, you wrapped your hands around the winning man’s neck and cave in for the kiss. You both knew that it did not matter then how many pictures were taken or how the articles are going to blow up minutes after that; it was just you and him – it has always been just you and him.
Daniel would have not let you go if it was not for him to go on that podium, and yet he had to go up there seconds after your embraced bodies split. 
You got to watch him brightly smiling on the platform in front of you, seeing him the happiest you had ever seen him before – the happiest everybody had seen him up until that very moment. Danny’s glance lingered on your face once spotted again in the crowd for long enough to make your heart throb in a way you never thought of it capable of beating. 
The party after Monaco GP was even crazier than the race, and Danny was more than thrilled that he had that experience to share with you. You danced all night together while properly getting wasted on shots. You took pictures, you laughed, you shouted his name for the thousand time that day to congratulate him while everyone was trying to get a hold of his attention.
Meaningless to say that they all failed. Of course, Daniel was polite enough to accept all the congratulations and to take all the pictures, but without losing sight of you even once. 
It was wild to him that aside from his family, you were the one with whom he wanted to share that win the most. You were the reason he pushed through that race, wanting to finish it quicker just to see you waiting for him after the checked flag and oh, how much of a pleasure it was for his ears to hear you saying the words back.
He never had that before, he never had someone he wanted to share all the happiness and love he held into that little cracked heart of his. And then, there you were now. Oh, how much Daniel loved you back then, and how much you loved him too. 
“Are you okay?” You worryingly asked him at the party, watching his steps stopping from dancing just to take another good look at you in the middle of the dance floor happily jumping on the rhythm of the song. 
Daniel cupped his face into his hands and shook that briefly as if he was not able to believe his eyes what was he just witnessing inches away from him, “I have never been happier Y/N.” Daniel then confessed as he took your waist into one of his arms and wrapped it around you taut, “I was just thinking how different this party would have looked now if you were not to spill that drink on me months ago.” Daniel laughed, kissing the back of your ear before whispering sweet nothings into it, “Thank you for dancing with me then.” He then spoke, pressing his lips harder on your skin. 
“Thank you for dancing with me still.” You replied, watching him watch you back with nothing but pure joy on the man’s face as he took your hand into his to start and fool around again on the club’s tunes exploding into your ears. 
Your boyfriend was the one who decided to leave the party early, excusing himself for feeling too tired to keep on partying and drinking as he took you out of the pub just to spend the rest of the night walking around the tiny streets of Monaco with you.
No, Daniel was not tired and as bad as he was at lying, everyone trusted him that he was indeed sincere. You silently giggled as you watched him taking turns in saying “goodbye” as you were the only one there who truly knew when he was faking something. 
“I thought you were tired.” You joked as your arms swinged back and forth clasped together on a random Monegasque sidewalk a little bit over midnight, “Where are we even going?” You giggled, quickly watching over your shoulder realizing that you were far-away from either the club or the hotel. 
Daniel nonchalantly lifted his shoulders up, “Wherever this leads us to.” He then spoke, pointing to the badly illuminated street at your right. 
That was how you spent most of the night. You two wondered hand in hand around the city with no specific purpose. You talked about everything you thought you never discussed before although that seemed quite unmanageable at first since you already knew each other too well. And yet, hours went by, and you were still narrating stories to each other that the other had never heard before – stories from childhood, high-school, college, adulthood. Everything was on the plate that night, and somehow both of you knew that those stories will never ever be told to somebody else. 
The only time you stopped from all the talking was when you spontaneously decided to have a quick round of fucking on a poorly illumined estranged street. You were never the type to agree to such a thing or to want to have random sex in random places. As haphazard as everything was being with Daniel – you loved every single piece of the man’s spontaneousness.
And yes, especially when that randomness was transcribed as your leg around the man’s waist while your back was glued on the wall. 
Jumping into bed was the first thing you both did after hours of walking around town, when the sun was already picking through the clouds of the next morning. You were too tired to repeat what you just did on the alley. You ended up in each other’s arms dressed just as you were at the club with your hearts beating at the same time as you were reliving the events of the day. 
“See?” Daniel spoke before falling asleep, “You talked about your feelings again, and oh in such a fashion!” He shortly snickered as he was too tired for a full giggle, “You told me you love me in front of everybody.” 
You grinned, “You enjoyed that very much, haven’t you?” You teased him, placing one quick last peak on his lips before closing your eyes on the sleepy man’s chest. 
“Are you still frightened?” He then asked, slowly playing with your hairs in between his fingers, “You were scared to death the first time I called you “my girlfriend.” He then added, taking you back to your first days. 
You shook your head, “No.” You bluntly spoke, “Not even a little, not even at all.” You confessed, “What about you?” 
Daniel shook his head too, “No.” He then replied as bluntly as you, “Not even a little, not even at all.” He repeated, placing one last good-night kiss before both of you felt deeply asleep within each other’s arms. 
It was true back then, none of you were scared anymore about what was about to come in your relationship. You loved deeply each other back then, no matter the distance and the priorities.
You both wanted to make it work, you both wanted to make it last for as long as forever meant. 
THE BAD ONES
The good moments were the one that you remembered the most after your break-up, those were the ones which pained you two the most and not the heart tearing apart ones when you fought or argued.
Those happened too, they do happen in every single long-committed relationship, and you knew that you and Daniel were not going to escape them no matter how much you tried too.
You argued over meaningless things for most of the times: why were not the dishes done, food preferences, holidays bookings or different views on smaller or larger topics such as what type of bread is the best or economics, and yet there was this one big fight that you both would have never wanted to get through when your relationship hit the three years mark. 
“Who was that?” Daniel asked with his arms crossed at the chest as your tensed back tried to relax leaned against the wall watching your boyfriend scanning you from head to toes with a blaming look. 
“Oh for fuck’s sake Daniel, are you really going to play the jealousy card right now when you did not even bothered to attend the party?” You replied in a loud tone, being already feed-up by Daniel’s interrogatory.  
You were talking about your birthday party. Daniel announced you last minute that he was stuck in Belgium after the race for few more interviews and appearance in local magazines that you knew he could easily refuse. You were willing to change the date, even though the local was booked and people were starting to already show up. You wanted your boyfriend to attend your birthday party, and yet Daniel insisted that you should be the one having fun while he was annoyed by everybody asking him why he was underperforming during his first year at McLaren despite the good result of the race. 
The party was held, and your friends and families were all invited – aside with models and designers with whom you previously worked on some projects. Your career was finally on a good track after years of doing make-up weddings, you finally got into the fashion world and people started to notice your name in magazines as the make-up artist. Your birthday party was a great way to network with people attending, and Daniel knew that the main reason you made such a fuss about your birthday was that – he hated the idea. 
In the last three years you wanted nothing more but to celebrate it with him. You just needed him, and now you were making a whole-ass event to get your hands on new projects and more money. 
After few days photos from the event started to be posted on social media, and you were tagged in all of them. People who barely knew you as a person whished you all their bests and faked your whole relationship on social media just for the cloud. Ricciardo despised you being drawn to this kind of a world; your boyfriend knew too well how people around him acted just because he was a famous figure – he did not want that for you, and to you that felt like he was not happy for your success as much as you were for his.
Miscommunication, that was the base your fight was all about. 
“Oh come on now Y/N,” Daniel exasperatedly talked back to you shoveling the phone’s screen in your face, “You would have not been jealous if you were to see me holding somebody like that?” He then asked as you glanced over a photo from the party where you were waist was tightly held by one of the models who was more than happy that you were whispering something within the stranger’s ear while glued on him. 
The photo looked incriminatory, sure. Nothing had happened between you and the random guy within it, sure. And yet, were you able to calmly explain to Ricciardo that it was just a friendly-awkward hug, and that in the picture you were whispering to the man that you have a boyfriend so he would stop hitting on you actually? No. Your nerves were tensed to the maximum.
Since Daniel went to McLaren you two went cold, rather he was the one who went cold. You were not talking that much anymore; you barely saw him as he was too busy proving to everybody in the team that he is still one of the greatest drivers on the grid when they did nothing but treat him badly. 
“Nothing happened.” You spoke while taking your eyes out of him, you knew that you were about to burst out if you kept glaring at Danny, “You would have known that if you actually came.” You bitterly added while looking at the floor to avoid the fire within the man’s irises. 
“It seems like you had fun without me too.” Daniel replied, nervously walking around the living room that was now yours too since you moved in one year ago. You glanced at Danny as his fingers tightened in fists almost showing the blood pumping through his arm veins as he did so, and that was when you knew that he was too about to burst, “You are now giving me an attitude because I did not attend your shallow ass of a party? That is why you let men you barely know post pictures with you?” He then asked, fully facing you now from the middle of the living room. 
Your back remined glued on the wall, “Shallow?” You inquired with an arched brow, “Oh right, all the parties and events we have ever attended for your job were funny and entertaining, none of them were for you to meet and talk with higher-ups from teams on the grid. Right.” You sarcastically intoned as you felt personally attacked by him now, “It is fine when you do it but suddenly when I do it is shallow.” You added, clasping your trembling fingers together as you gathered courage to meet Danny’s eyes on yours, “Grow the fuck up Daniel, we are both adults working – we are both doing shallow things to reach our goals whatever those are.” You added, regretting your words not even seconds after they were spoken. 
Too late though, too late to retract them, “Grow up?” Daniel almost shouted back to you, “My goal is to be back on the podium where I belong, and your goal is to hang out with celebrities and models in hope they will book you for events.” He then harshly spoke, taking two steps towards you with a clenched jaw and the saddest eyes you have ever seen him portrayed. 
Daniel did not want to fight with you, and neither did you. And yet, at that exact moment none of you considered the unforgiving words that blasted through your mouths that were used just as covers for the real problems emerging in your relationship: distance and priorities.
You huffed, “Do you think this is all I do when I go to work?” You asked him, “Do you think that all I want is to be an accessory to famous people on social media?” You sarcastically grinned as you approached him as well, being now inches away from the other, “I have been this to you for the past three years Danny – why would I want to be that for somebody else who’s less famous than you?” You inquired, looking up at him with dreadful eyes. 
Danny froze for a split of a second in front of you, and his fists unclasped just to grab you by your shoulders and to rest his palms in the curves in between that and your neck, “You are not an accessory to me.” Daniel argued as he deeply exhaled before continuing, “You knew what you signed up for when we decided to date – you knew that you would have to be part of the racing world whatever you liked it or not.” Your boyfriend then continued, “Have I ever made you feel like that love?” He sincerely asked as one of his thumbs rubbed your left cheek, movement that normally made your knees incredibly weak. 
And yet, now was not the case. 
You took a step back and gently slapped Daniel’s hand from your face, “You are being mean right now Daniel.” You hurtful spoke as tears formed in the corner of your eyes, “You just indirectly suspected me of cheating on you when you were not deliberately around, you told me that my work is not as valuable as yours, and now you are trying to manipulate me in giving you the upper-hand by acting all lovely with me knowing that I go nuts when you look at me like that.” You spoke hugging your own body, “Fuck Danny.” You mumbled as you stretched the back of your neck, “I need five minutes to think.” You spoke, turning your back on him and ending up locking the bedroom door on Daniel who was not quick enough to catch you. 
You were not completely right, and yet you were not half wrong. Daniel never thought of you cheating on him, and he would have never falsely accused you of doing so – directly nor indirectly. Your boyfriend was indeed jealous, and yet he had to understood that his jealously was just used to shelter the man’s incompetency of not being there for you that night and the frustration of having to put his work ahead of you for the very first time in your relationship. 
Also, Daniel never denigrated your work and always was amazed by the art you created on people’s faces with your hands, and the only thing he wanted to do was to protect you from that type of a toxic circle you slowly yet surely were getting into attending and throwing parties for and with them. Deep down you knew that Daniel was right about the shallowness you were drowning into, and yet you were not brave enough to admit that in front of him. You were too stubborn to do so, and Daniel was too caught up in his own world to mingle into yours. 
You took a deep breath in and opened the door after five minutes of staying in absolute silence. Your arms automatically wrapped around Daniel who was already waiting for you inches away from the door with an anxious shaky pair of hands ready to wrap around you too. 
“I was not trying to manipulate you.” Daniel clarified as your head glued to the man’s chest, “I never meant to do that, I would never do that.” Your boyfriend then added as he felt his neck getting drier as he spoke, “I just wanted us to stop fighting, I hated every single minute of it.” Danny then sighed, snuggling you closer to him.
You nodded at the man’s chest, “I know, I hated it too.” You spoke, gulping for a tiny breath of air as you sniffed Daniel’s scent that you had missed so profoundly much through your nostrils, “I am so sorry that I exaggerated.” You apologized, knowing that his will follow right away. 
“I am so sorry that I missed your birthday party.” He then spoke, “And for all of the things I just said – I was angry and frustrated.” He confessed, departing from you only to help wipe your tears. 
“I am sorry too for all of the things that I just said.” You sobbed, “I am so very so—”
You were interrupted rightfully so by Daniel leaning for a kiss, you both heard enough excuses for the day and needed touching rather than talking. 
It has been a while since your last, oh and how much you missed that.
You took one of Daniel’s wrists into one of your hands as he was kissing you, while the other stayed close to the man’s racing beating heart that you felt erupting underneath the shirt’s fabric. Your hearts ached, and both of you sensed that there was something wrong in between the lingering of your kisses, and later in between the sheets of you making love. 
You were unable to pinpoint exactly what, but there where these unspoken, intangible, hard feelings lying in between your fingers playing with each other and in between the kisses. You both thought that they will go away, and that they do not count. It was you and Daniel after all: you were not going to break-up from a mere fight, you were not going to let each other go due to distance, you were not going to prioritize your careers over your love life.
It has always been you and him. 
Right?
THE PRESENT
You placed the phone down on the table after seeing the video that everybody sent your way, the last few words from the video acted as a punch in your stomach. I just wanted to say I appreciate everyone’s support through the highs and lows and everything in between. This is not it for me, we will see what lays ahead.
Daniel Ricciardo was out from McLaren. Your feed filled with the news seconds after the video from his side was uploaded. Everything went crazy on your phone’s screen, everyone who knew that you had been in a relationship with him asked you the same questions. Did you know about him leaving? Have you two talked about this before? Are you still in contact with him? Is Daniel alright?
You would have loved to know the answer to the last question, and yet you were unable to find out and it would have been too intrusive to act on that. You have not seen Daniel in more than a year after your spilt, and the last time you two talked was months ago through the phone in that damn morning for you and night for him. And yet, now you were on his unblocked Instagram to see the original video of him announcing his leave. You took a full breath of air in, seeing his face this up-close after months was not doing you any good, seeing him sad was not doing you any good.  
“Oh fuck,” You mumbled as you were unaware of your own loud voice, “He is finally out of there.” You spoke with a frail smile sprung in your face, somewhat joyful of what was just announced as you whished nothing but the best for Daniel after your break-up, “Leaving is for the best.” You softly whispered, only thinking about how awful Daniel must have been feeling in the last couple of months. 
“I had a couple of hard days at work, and I want to tell you all about them, but I know that I lost my privileges in doing so.” Daniel’s voice echoed in the back of your mind, just to be interrupted by yet another voice of one of your boyfriend’s – your actual one this time, and not your ex. 
“Who? Out of where?” Your boyfriend spoke as he heard you from the kitchen’s doorframe speaking, “Good morning sunshine.” He then gracefully greeted with a short kiss of your head. 
You smiled back at him, poor him for not knowing what you were thinking about when your forehead was kissed. Daniel and that night in Monaco four years ago. Daniel and every other morning when you were having coffees back into your apartment. Daniel and his “good nights love.” 
Daniel, Daniel, Daniel.
“Are you good?” The man standing next to you was asking as he saw your trembling fingers on the phone’s margins. 
You nodded and threw in a fake smile, “Yes, too much morning coffee.” You lied, pushing the phone at the end of the table. 
“So? Who is out of where?” He insisted, and you faked a confused expression on your face. 
Your new boyfriend was dense, and you knew that by simply ignoring him insisting the second time will make him give up completely. No, he was not that stupidly cute type of a man. He was indeed a complete idiot which made him the perfect rebound material. Were you feeling bad? Probably yes. Were you thinking that you will be able to find another man to love as much as Danny? Most certainly not. Therefore, wasting time around with a handsome rebound idiot was exactly what you needed. 
“So?” He muttered again, and you swore to yourself right then and there that there has not been any more annoyed “so’s” spoken in the world up until then, “What should I wear for your friend’s wedding next weekend?”
You chuckled, “Nothing.” You replied, rosing from the table to head straight to his apartment exit. 
He grinned back at you, “That will happen after the wedding, but I do have to wear something during it. Right?” He asked, confusingly watching you getting your shoes on the hall. 
You chuckled again, sarcastically so this time around. 
“No, that is not it.” You spoke as you leaned back on the apartment’s door, “You do not have to wear nothing because you are not going to attend that anymore.” You explained, watching him being even more confused than before, “I am breaking up with you right now, that is why.” You spoke, getting out of the door as faster and as gracious as you could with a wave of your hand that left the man the most confused, he had ever been in his entirely human life. 
One of the most useful things the man you just had broken up with has ever done for you was to remember that you had to attend the mention wedding in one week time. And yet, the entire week that follow you were not thinking at all about how you will get dressed, but about the fact that your friend was not exactly your friend but Ricciardo’s. You got invited months later after the break-up, and she insisted that you must be there with or without Danny as my plus-one. 
Even since she got to meet you during one of your trips with Daniel group of friends, she confessed that she liked you more than Danny and that you must attend her wedding without feeling pressure of the possibility of seeing your ex-boyfriend there. Daniel was always busy, right? What were the chances of him being at the wedding? Below 49%? Oh, you were going to risk it if so. 
You sighed, you really wanted to go part because you wanted to check from afar if Danny was at least ‘okay’ if not ‘fine’ after the announcement but also because you dearly missed his figure in your proximity. Daniel knew that you confirmed, and that you will be there too. Oh, and how much he needed to talk to somebody who knew him about the whole charade with McLaren, and yet Daniel made a sport out of avoiding you at friends’ events for the past year or so – that had to stop. 
Proudly claiming that you were both over each other, and that no way in hell a simple meeting will shake you as sufficient time has passed for you to both be alright in the presence of the other, you both went to your mutual friends’ wedding in hopes to not get all the feelings rushing back in. 
Daniel was the first one to arrive at the setting, and the first one to be approached about you by the bride and the groom right from the start. All friends of family of Daniel present made a pact of not bringing up McLaren into discussion that night as the announcement was still fresh, and yet none of them said something about not mentioning you to him. Daniel would have loved for the latter to be prohibited that night, because he did not know how many questions he could handle. 
“It has been over a year, my dearest friend.” He forced a chuckle to one of his guys, “Me and Y/N are over our relationship, you should be too.” Daniel then added, gently patting his high-school friend who still cried about you to him when they got drunk saying that you were the best thing Daniel ever had, only managing to twist the dagger inside of Danny’s crushed heart that knew it was all nothing but the truth. 
“I know, I know.” His college sighed, “And yet, this is the very first event you ever attend where she will be too.”
Daniel hardly nodded, “I guess I got over a little bit harder than she did.” He then spoke, taking the first shot of many tequilas to come down the throat, “Fuck.” Daniel whispered underneath his breath, tequila at weddings always remember him of you. 
Your ex-boyfriend shook his head after taking yet another shot, alcohol seemed to be the answer for that evening’s questions. Daniel’s head spined already when you entered the room, immediately answering two of the man’s inquiries. You were just as stunning as he remembered, and you came without a plus-one. Daniel’s breath was cut short as he was not able to take his eyes from you from across the room. 
“Oh fuck.” Danny whispered again, taking his face in both of his palms. I am so not over it. He internally monologued; I am so not fucking over it. He then repeated, not moving an inch from the bar for the following minutes as he was reconsidering his whole choice of attending, thinking about how much of a fool he was for lying to himself that he will be strong enough to watch you be over your relationship when Danny was far away from that point – at least that what was Daniel thought.
You were far from being over too, you had not just spotted Danny in time for feelings to rush back in an instant when eyes met, although you had promised to keep them locked up. They were unhinged fast as you went to grab your drink, spotting Daniel standing there only meters before your arrival. You froze for a second as you felt the man’s glare on you as you approached. 
Your hearts loudly bounced, highly jumped, and hardly ached at the same time as you stood in front of each other for the first time in many mouths. Feelings went uncaged, and bodies reacted to them in the form of sweaty palms, shy awkward friendly smiles, and shaky voices. 
“Hi.” Daniel was the first one to murmur something to you, the weakest “hi” you have ever heard for him. You lightly tittered, you were used to a much louder Daniel Ricciardo than the one standing now in front of you. 
“Hi.” You replied to him with a tense of nostalgia in the codes of your tone, “One for me as well.” You then added, talking now with the bartender rather than with Ricciardo from which shot glass you were pointing at, “Tequila, right?” You teased, repeated word by word Daniel’s lines from four years ago when you two first met. 
Daniel nodded, “Not the best, not the worst, but does the trick.” He then replied, showing you that you were not the only one to remember what had happened in what seemed to be such a distant yet so close past for both of you.
Your glares lingered for a while on each other without saying a word, and yet somehow understanding that this was hard for both of you. Pretending to be strangers, exchanging short shy greetings, and not jumping at each other’s neck to crush the spaces in between your bodies. You softly sighed; you were the one who broke down first with a cry as you took another step towards Daniel.
“I really do not know how to do this with you.” You confessed, hand rested on the bar’s table while the other hanging lifeless around your body slowly swinged in the distance between you and him. 
“Me neither.” Danny confessed too, not being daring enough to hold your hand but brushing the back of it with the tips of his fingers in his attempt of doing so, “Y/N I –” He then harshly stopped to catch a breath of the air around that was not intoxicated by your sweet perfume Daniel has never forgot the taste of from your neck in so many restless nights,  “I know that I told you last time that I cannot do the whole friends thing with you, but can we please try that here for a couple of hours?” Danny hardly spoke, taking one step away from you not to be tempted. 
“Friends then.” You agreed with a nod after pondering the words for a while, “Friends sounds good.” You lied, taking your first shot of tequila in at the same time as Daniel was engulfing in his fifth while not getting eyes out off from you. 
Friends. You were everything that night but not friends, because friends do not look like other friends like you did, and they do not hope somewhere in the back of their minds that they will end up leaving together just as it had happened four years ago. 
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Three Headed Dragon-Aemond Targaryen x Aegon II Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen x Female! Original Character (One-Shot Smut Fic)FMMM
Read it here on AO3
Rating: Explicit, NSFW, 18+
(FMMM) Everyone does everyone
TAGS/TW: Explicit Sexual Content, Double Vaginal Penetration, Foursome, Sword Crossing, Praise Kink, seriously its only smut, Targcest, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Double Penetration, Double Penetration in One Hole, Double Penetration in Two Holes
Word Count: ~8800
This had been one of Annara’s favorite nights. The food at the feast was wonderful and she felt happier than she had been in the months since leaving Storm’s End and coming to King’s Landing. She was dressed in a silk gown of gray and gold, and her skirts flew around her as Aemond spun her around to the music. He was in a decent mood this evening, too. The long days tended to pull his face in angry lines and sometimes she could see the look in his eyes when he heard those whispers about him. He looked down at her and smirked and she smiled back up at him.
The song finished and they stepped away from each other and bowed. She touched her palms to her cheeks, feeling flushed and warm from the dancing and the wine. Aemond put his hand out for her to take, and they walked to a table for refreshments. As Annara put the cup to her lips, Aemond leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
“Come with me.” His breath was a breeze that tickled her neck and made goosebumps bloom across her skin. She nodded.
While everyone in the large room was distracted, Aemond pulled Annara into a side door that led to a servant’s hallway. They came to a darkened alcove, and he shoved her inside. Her back hit the wall and Aemond wrapped his hands around her neck and jaw and pushed his thigh between her legs. He took her mouth with his, in a soft kiss. He slanted his mouth over hers and his wet tongue teased the seam of her lips. He groaned into her mouth as Annara opened for him. The kiss became deeper, and warmth flooded her core as Aemond ground himself into her soft belly. She tried to pull away, but Aemond pressed his mouth against hers harder and his hands began to move. He left one on her neck while the other drifted lower. He pulled her dress down exposing her breasts and then he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth.
Annara moaned and Aemond slid the hand that was on her neck up to cover her mouth as he teased the hardened nub. She was a wanton mess, and she felt the wetness building and started to rub herself on his thigh. Removing his hand from her mouth, Aemond released her nipple and licked a trail up her chest and neck and then took her mouth into his.
A door shut nearby, and footsteps shuffled along the floor broke the spell that they were in. Aemond pulled away and Annara looked up at him and giggled. He shushed her, turned his back and watched whoever it was move through the hall. Annara fixed her dress and then Aemond grabbed her hand and pulled her from the alcove and further down the servant’s hall.
She could not wipe the giddy look from her face. “Where are you taking me?” she asked.
He looked each servant in the eyes as they passed, careful to keep her close behind him. Aemond kept pace as he answered her. “Somewhere we can be alone and away from prying eyes.”
Annara giggled again and let him lead the way. They walked to the end of the hall and slipped into another side door and began walking up the stairs. He turned again as they were climbing the stairs, grabbing her and slanting his mouth over hers again.
“I cannot get enough of your taste. I want more.” He spoke the words into her mouth and Annara pressed him closer and made a breathy moan into his mouth as an answer. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his stomach, grinding her throbbing heat into him. She wanted him so bad. Aemond carried her up the steps, his mouth never leaving hers. Annara was faintly paying attention as Aemond let go of her to open a door as they went through it. The kiss grew frantic and needy and Aemond set her legs on the ground, but neither one ever broke away.
Aemond’s hands were frenzied as they roamed her body, and she grabbed his doublet and began undoing his buttons. He untied the back of her gown, pulling it open, moving it down her shoulders and she had opened his shirt as someone in the room cleared their throat.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Annara looked up at Aemond as he looked over her shoulder, behind her. She recognized the voice, and it made her skin heat further. She fumbled with her dress and held it to her chest.
“Leave, Uncle.” Aemond said to Daemon.
Annara looked behind her at Daemon as he leaned against the fireplace mantle, swirling a goblet of something. He looked down at his drink and back at them and smirked. “Now why would I do that? This night has been fucking boring and now I have found something much more enticing.”
Annara turned to face Daemon and she watched as his eyes danced up and down her body and saw him shift on his feet. Aemond grabbed Annara and pulled her back to his front. “I didn’t realize you liked to watch, Uncle.”
Daemon took a swallow from his goblet and hummed, placing the cup on the mantle. He walked to them and stopped right in front of Annara, never taking his eyes from her. When he was toe to toe with Annara, he looked over her shoulder at Aemond and she turned her face to look at him too. He was staring at Daemon and Annara could not make out the look in his eye. They held eye contact, and no words were exchanged as Daemon lifted his hand and drug it down Annara’s neck. She swallowed and closed her eyes. Daemon’s touch was featherlight and made her heartbeat fast. She looked up at him, but he was still looking at Aemond.
“Tell me, Lady Annara, has my nephew taken care of you the way you should be taken care of?”
Annara’s voice sounded breathy and strange as she replied, “I-I don’t know what you mean, Prince Daemon.” Daemon smirked at Aemond and finally met Annara’s eyes.
He hummed. “Very well. Come nephew, let me show you how to please a woman.”
Annara looked over her shoulder again at Aemond. Aemond smiled down at her and jerked his chin towards his uncle. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “If at any point you want to stop, just say so.” Annara took a deep breath and looked back at Daemon. He was standing next to a large wingback chair that he had pulled to face a couch. He gestured towards it with his hand, and she took a deep, shaky breath and walked over, leaving her gown in a puddle on the floor.
Daemon sat on the settee and Annara stopped in front of him and looked back at Aemond. He was following behind her, and his eyes were glued to her back end. Her eyes went back to Daemon who was looking her up and down with a feral glint in his eyes.
She felt nervous and fought the urge to cover herself. Right now, she had two of the most powerful men in the realm looking at her as if she were a new land worth conquering.
“Give me your eye patch, Aemond.” Daemon said to him. Aemond reached up and pulled it off his head and placed it in Daemon’s hand. Aemond moved to sit in the chair at her back and Daemon twirled his finger and told her “Turn around.”
When she did, she looked Aemond in the eye. The firelight reflected off the large sapphire in his empty eye and made him look so dark and desirable. She bit her lip.
Daemon grabbed her wrists and tied them together behind her back with Aemond’s eye patch then ordered her to sit.
“Sit on y-your lap?”
“Yes, Lady Annara. Sit.”
She complied, straddling Daemon’s thighs. The restraints on her wrist were tight but not uncomfortable. Daemon brushed her hair from her shoulder. “Look at him. He is already worked up.” Daemon tsked. “Patience, nephew, patience.” He drugs his fingers down Annara’s back. “In High Valyrian, you say no like ‘daor’. Say it back to me.”
“Daor,” Annara replied. Daemon hummed and Aemond scooted to the edge of the seat in front of her.
“To say yes you say ‘kessa’. Say it.”
“Kessa.”
Daemon’s hands were on her shoulders, and he pulled her back against his chest. “Say them both again.”
“Daor. Kessa.”
“Good. I am going to touch you and show my nephew how a woman longs to be touched. You will answer me when I ask if something is okay with those words.” Annara nodded and relaxed into Daemon, her eyes still glued to Aemond.
“Words, Annara.”
“Kessa, My Prince.”
Aemond nodded at Daemon over Annara’s shoulder and Daemon spread his thighs, opening Annara up to Aemond’s gaze. With her hands bound and legs spread open, Annara felt exposed, vulnerable but eager. The anticipation was building with each moment that passed.
One of Daemon’s hands rested on the couch while the other drifted up her shoulder to her neck and down to her breasts, moving agonizingly slow. Annara did not move as his hand traveled and Aemond’s eyes followed. His other hand lifted and squeezed her breast, and he began to tease her nipple, flicking it with his fingers with each pass of his hand.
“Is this, okay?” Daemon whispered to her.
“Kessa” she replied.
“Aemond, you must take your time. Build the anticipation. Do you see the way her body is begging to be touched and satisfied. Read her body the way you read your books.”
Aemond leaned back in his seat and grabbed the bulge in his pants. Daemon’s other hand joined the first in playing with her breasts. She arched into the touch telling him that she wanted him lower. Lower where the heat was building and where she was craving touch the most.
Daemon leaned back and Annara went with him, further exposing her to Aemond. His hands left her breasts and moved down her soft, quivering belly, cascading over her most sensitive skin, barely brushing his hands over her mound and making her shake. If he touched her right, then she would come.
“How about now, Annara. Okay?”
“Kessa.”
Daemon ran his hands up and down her thighs and Annara watched as Aemond rubbed himself through his pants. “Open her up, Uncle.”
Daemon hummed. His hands slid up her thighs to her wet center. She went to close her legs together, but Daemon forced them open. He slid his nose down the side of her face, his voice tickling her ear and neck. “Relax. Show him.” Annara relaxed into Daemon as he drug his hands up to her pussy, lightly brushing his fingers over her lips. He gingerly placed his hands on each side and slowly opened her pussy to Aemond, the unhurriedness of it and the obsceneness of it made her pussy drip liquid heat that slid down her ass.
Aemond kneeled out of the chair and came closer, his face dangerously close to her center. Daemon dragged his finger through her folds, stopping at her entrance and gathering wetness on the tip. He removed it and held it out to Aemond. “Taste her.”
Aemond took Daemon’s finger into his mouth and sucked and hummed at the taste of her. Annara squirmed in Daemon’s lap, but he placed his hands on her inner thighs again. “I’m going to open her up again and I want you to drag your tongue up the seam.”
Aemond’s tongue was foreign but hot and felt amazing as he slid it from her opening up to the sensitive nub at the top. He hummed and closed his eye as he leaned back in for another taste.
Annara moaned into it, and she could feel Daemon pressing his hard, covered cock into her ass.
“What does she taste like?” a new voice said from across the room. Everyone jerked their faces over to see Aegon standing in front of the door as he slid the lock shut behind him. Annara tried closing her legs again, but Daemon kept them pried open, Aemond’s breath blowing teasing kisses on her exposed pussy.
“Come find out.” Daemon said. “I am already showing your brother how to please a woman. I suppose I could show you too.”
Aegon pulled his shirt over his head and walked over to kneel next to his brother. “Watch how they want you. Right now, you have three dragon princes in the palm of your hand. Do you wish to continue your worship, Lady Annara?”
Annara looked at the brothers as they both looked at her center. Aemond’s lips and chin were wet with her arousal and Aegon’s eyes darkened the longer he stared. She swallowed and nodded. “Kessa.”
“Good.” Daemon whispered and then licked her earlobe. Her back arched and it spread her open more. He moved his hand to her pussy and spread her lips open. “Aemond, taste her again.”
Aemond did. This time for longer. His tongue slid up and down her pussy and he shoved his tongue inside her entrance, fucking her with his tongue. Aegon sat back on his haunches and started rubbing himself on the outside of his pants, mirroring his brother. Annara’s legs began to quiver, and her breaths were coming faster. She felt herself building and reaching towards her climax. Daemon pushed Aemond’s head back and Annara whimpered. “Not so fast.” He ran his hands up and down her inner thighs. “Let your brother have a taste.”
Aemond scooted back and let Aegon get face to face with her center. She was dripping down her ass and there was a puddle in Daemon’s lap. Aegon was more aggressive than Aemond and instead of slowly licking her, the instant his mouth touched her pussy, he sucked her clit into his mouth. The feeling made Annara buck up into his mouth and Daemon had to hold her down and her legs open. Annara looked at Aemond as she moaned loudly. He was sitting back on his legs now, but his cock was out and in his hand. It was large, the head of it swollen and dark, and a bead of wetness leaked from the tip as he moved his hand from base to tip. Aegon continued to suck on her clit and Annara was reaching her peak again, but Daemon moved Aegon’s head the same way he moved Aemond’s. Annara wanted to whine and scream at being held back from her climax again.
She was shocked as Daemon stood and she had to gain her footing. He tore off his shirt and pulled down his pants, his hard cock springing free. His was wider, where Aemond’s was longer, and it had a curve in it. Annara swallowed at the sight of it, and she found herself wanting to feel it.
Daemon sat down again, his erection touching his stomach and he pulled Annara down on top of him again, her back to his front. He adjusted his cock to where it rested on her pussy and she shamelessly began grinding on it, feeling it slide through her wetness. Daemon groaned behind her and Aemond and Aegon were both stroking their hard cocks watching. “You must get them ready to take your cock. Do not force it.” He grabbed his cock in his hand and lined it up at her entrance. He did not push it in, just let the head sit there. Annara’s pussy was leaking, and she wanted badly to have him shove it inside.
Daemon spread her pussy open with his free hand and then slowly started pushing himself inside. She knew that it looked obscene, but she could not help the moan that escaped her. She had never felt so used but so good and she was reveling in the attention that these three men were giving her.
“That is it. Good girl. You take it so well.” Daemon’s words made her moan louder and arch into him. She relaxed and took him as his cock filled her up. Aemond was still watching and pulling harder on his cock as Daemon began to move inside her. Aegon leaned forward and sucked her clit into his mouth as Daemon’s cock was moving inside her. His mouth let go of her pussy and he stood and pulled his cock out, stroking it. He stood on the couch and slapped the head of his cock on Annara’s mouth, and she stuck her tongue out to lick the tip. He moaned and threw his head back and grabbed her hair. Daemon was slowly pulling himself in and out of her pussy. She opened her mouth and let Aegon slide his hard cock inside her mouth. She moaned around the feel of him, when she felt something wet and soft slide around her pussy again. Aemond was slowly licking her pussy again but going up and down, licking down Daemon’s shaft where it entered her body and Annara’s body began to quiver. When Aemond slid his tongue up to her clit again, she erupted, and her pussy clenched down hard on Daemon. He groaned hard behind her. She moaned and cried on Aegon’s cock, and he began moving faster in her mouth. Aemond slowly kissed her pussy as she came down and then stood. He stepped out of his pants and then held his cock in his hand and lined it up right next to Daemon’s at her entrance.
Daemon stopped moving as Aemond pressed his cock into her. “Breathe Deep, Lady Annara. You can take it.” She relaxed and Aemond slid in further, stuffing her full. Annara whimpered. She was so stuffed. Aegon in her mouth; Daemon and Aemond in her pussy.
Aemond and Daemon began moving inside her, their dicks sliding against each other and her walls at the same time. She could not move and Aegon grabbed her face and began fucking it hard. All the sensations began to build and build and Annara was shaking. She felt Aegon’s thrusts in her mouth begin to stutter and his grunts became erratic. He pushed himself all the way in her mouth, making her choke and cutting off her breath. Tears came down her face as his cock began to throb on her tongue and the salty taste of his release filled her mouth. He moaned loud and released her mouth with a pop. He squeezed her face, “Open. Let me see.” She opened her mouth, and he shoved his thumb in her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. “Swallow.” She did.
She looked at Aemond who was watching, and he reached down and pinched her clit between his fingers. She began squirming with both men still inside her and Daemon let out a breathless “fuck” behind her. Aemond kept pinching and pulling her clit as their dicks pounded into her when she felt Daemon stiffen behind her and moan loudly. She felt the warmth spray inside of her and it set her off into her second orgasm. As she clenched around them, Aemond’s strokes became erratic and stuttered and then she felt his release coat her walls, too.
The sounds of everyone’s heavy breathing began to register in Annara’s mind as they came down from their shared releases. Aegon was sitting in the wingback chair facing the three of them as Aemond pulled out first and Daemon lifted her, and his cock slid free. Hot wetness began dripping from her cunt as she leaned back onto Daemon’s heavy breathing chest. Aemond knelt again and urged her to open her legs. He took two fingers and ran them slowly down her pussy, pushing his fingers into her entrance to press the dripping come back inside her. She shivered.
Aemond stood and held out his hand for her. She took it and stood on wobbly legs, and he removed his eye patch that was still tied around her hands. He rubbed the red marks that were there and then looked at her. Daemon grunted behind her, and she smiled as she looked over at a sleeping Aegon in the chair.  Aemond began pressing gentle kisses to her wrist. “You did so good, Annara. I am so proud of you.”
Aemond lifted her and carried her bridal style into another door that turned out to be a room with a chamber pot and a large tub carved into the floor. The water was already full, and he stepped down into it with her still cradled in his arms. He sat and took her mouth with his in a slow, sensual kiss.
When they broke apart, she looked over Aemond’s shoulder and saw Aegon standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame. He had put his pants back on but left them united and slung low on his hips. Aemond glanced a look back at him and then at Annara. “You want him to join us?”
She nodded and then Daemon appeared and tsked. Annara at once said “kessa”.
Aemond brushed her hair back from her shoulder and whispered “good girl” in her ear.
Aegon removed his pants and then walked over to the bath, his heavy cock swinging between his legs. Annara’s mouth watered at the sight. She could still taste him in her mouth. He stepped down into the water and grabbed her from Aemond. He sat and placed her across his lap, and she watched as Daemon stepped into the chamber to lean against the wall. Aegon and Aemond were staring at each other, smiling, but Daemon was watching her. Annara’s eyes darted between the three of them and then Aegon whispered in her ear.
“I think it’s my turn to give my brother a lesson” he hummed and then licked her ear. “What do you think?”
Annara’s eyes glanced over at Aemond, and he was watching her now. She held his gaze as she said “kessa, Prince.”
Aegon gathered her hair into his hands and began twisting it down her back into a braid and Daemon then tossed him a block of soap. He lathered it in his hands and started washing her neck, kneading there. Annara closed her eyes to the sensation, enjoying the feeling of being washed and cared for by a prince. His hands moved from her neck, down her chest, and he grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, rubbing suds all over them. She arched into his touch, and he squeezed her nipples. One of his hands moved back up to her face and turned her to kiss her. His kiss was nothing like his brother’s. Aemond’s kisses were mostly soft and made her feel cherished. Sometimes they became frenzied, but his lips were always soft, and he moved his tongue slow. Aegon’s tongue was strong and probing and he bit her lip as he broke away to speak into her mouth. “Open your eyes and watch them.” Annara turned and looked at Daemon and Aegon. She had their full attention. Both of their gazes were dark and promising. “Do you see how much they want you?” Annara moaned and nodded. Aegon pinched one of her nipples and pulled, making her squirm against his hard cock. “Stand.”
Annara abided and stood, the soapy water dripping down her body. Both Daemon and Aemond’s eyes drifted from her soapy breasts to the junction of her thighs and back. She squeezed her legs together, feeling that heat build inside her again. Aegon remained seated and he lathered his hands again and moved them down her soft belly, around to her ass, down her legs and back up again. Aemond was watching his brother’s hands intently and Daemon was rubbing his cock through his pants as he watched.
“Spread your legs, Annara.” It was Daemon who gave the command, and she did. Aegon’s hands slid up her inner thighs and then around to her ass. He squeezed them hard and spread her open. She felt his tongue as it licked her puckered hole, and she almost lost her footing. Aemond moved slowly, like a snake on the water towards her. He stopped when his face was at her front and then he spread her legs more, further opening her up to him and his brother. He leaned forward and drug his tongue slowly over her seam, using his tongue to spread her open.
Aegon behind her squeezed her ass harder and stuck his tongue inside her back right as Aemond shoved his tongue in her dripping cunt, as if they were working in tandem. The three of them moaned at the same time and Annara threw her head back in rapture, soaking up the feeling. A hand tugged on her nipples, and she opened her eyes to see Daemon there, watching, inspecting.
The brothers were making her shake and she was whimpering and moaning. Her chest was heaving as she ground herself into their faces. Daemon’s hand went to her mouth, and he pressed on her bottom lip with her thumb, sliding it into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and started to suck on it while holding his gaze. He held her eyes and said something in Valyrian. The boys stopped what they were doing and moved back, the sudden stop making Annara whine wantonly, seeking their touch.
Daemon stepped into the large tub and sat in the water. He said something to Aegon who picked her up and set her on the edge of the bath. Daemon spoke something else and Aemond was there and opening her legs as far as they would go. Daemon reached over and slid his hand from her ankle, up her legs to her pussy and drug his thumb softly over her clit. Aegon took one breast into his mouth again while Aemond put his fingertip at her opening. She moaned loud, her pussy clenching and kissing the tip of Aemond’s finger. He watched his hand as he slowly slid his finger inside her.
The feelings became overwhelming and Annara's thighs began to jump and shake with pleasure. Aegon started kissing her again, sucking her tongue into his mouth as she groaned and cried out as her climax hit. The second one wracked her entire body in shakes. Before she came down completely, Daemon was kneeling next to her with his cock in his hand. She licked her lips, and he leaned closer, slapping it on her lips. She opened her mouth and took him inside as he groaned, wrapping her long braid around his hand. Aemond and Aegon moved to the side, both stroking their cocks as they watched her suck their uncle.
Daemon was bigger than Aegon, and she struggled to take him fully. She lifted her hand and wrapped it around the base, using it simultaneously with her mouth. She felt the drool as it dripped down her chin and Daemon reached down and put his hand on her neck and jaw, stroking his thumb up and down. She couldn’t understand his words because he was speaking in High Valyrian, but the way he was looking at her, with so much praise, it egged her on.
She reached up and grabbed his balls, massaging them gently. He started breathing harder and his abdominal muscles tightened, she started sucking harder, but he pulled her off of him with an audible pop. She opened her mouth to protest but he grabbed her by the jaw with both hands. He placed his thumb in her mouth, her own flavor bursting on her tongue. He leaned down closer, and a line of spit came from his mouth into hers, before he closed her mouth and then placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He patted her face and said something to the brothers, still watching.
Aemond stepped to her first and then kissed her. “Bend over” he whispered into her mouth. She turned her back to them and put her ass in the air. Aemond ran his fingers down her spine and crack to her pussy. She felt the stretch as he put two fingers inside her and began fucking them into her. She moved against the feeling, grinding herself on his hand. He removed them and then positioned himself behind her. He put a hand on her inner thigh and lifted it, then placed his tip at her opening. He began sliding in and she moaned at the feeling.
He lifted them to where he was behind her, but she was straddling his folded legs. Aegon appeared laying down on his back, sliding headfirst between Annara’s legs as his brother slid his cock inside her. He grabbed her hips and sucked her clit into his mouth. His cock was laid against his stomach, hard and leaking. Daemon knelt between Aegon’s legs with his cock still wet with her spit, sitting in his hand. He stroked it twice, then reached over and grabbed Aegon’s. Aegon moaned into Annara’s pussy, and the vibration made her pussy gush her arousal and she felt it drip around Aemond as he plowed into her. She moaned and leaned against Aemond’s chest. “Watch them.” He told her.
She focused on Daemon as he touched his cock head to Aegon’s, a string of precum linked between them. Aegon’s hips bucked into the sensation and Daemon’s jaw hung slack as he did it again. He leaned over Aegon, laying his hard cock on top of his. Aemond wrapped Annara’s braid around his hand and pulled her head back, making her watch the obscenely erotic scene before her. Aegon continued to suck on her pussy as he and Daemon grinded their erections together.
Aemond’s hips began moving faster and harder as he fucked her, and the feelings began to overwhelm her again. Aegon began moaning loud and panting on her pussy and she watched as thick seed dripped from the head of his cock. Daemon was next, his seed shooting out in spurts that painted Aegon’s chest and stomach. Aemond and Annara were next, her pussy squeezing every last drop from his throbbing cock inside her. Everyone stopped and breathed for a moment, but Daemon was the one to move first. He stepped into the tub again and began washing his body off, his cock deflating in the warm water. The other three followed and repeated the same steps before Aegon took Annara’s hand as she exited the bath and wrapped her in a towel and led her back into the main room.
Daemon stood next to the bed as Aemond laid on top as Aegon led her over and she sat.
“How do you feel?” Daemon asked her.
Annara fell back on to the bed next to Aemond as she answered. “Better than I ever have, Prince Daemon.” She didn’t know what to say after that and she smiled at the three of them and bit her lip. Daemon hummed and motioned for Aemond to move over on the bed so he could sit.
Aegon sat next to her and nuzzled her neck. “You are one of a kind, Lady Annara.”
Aemond hummed in agreement.
“I wonder how sensitive you are Annara. Let us have a look.” Daemon said as he leaned over, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling. Annara giggled and opened her legs, showing herself to them. She was sensitive, yes, but she had never felt so desirable in her life. If they wanted more, she would give them whatever they craved.
She was pressed between Aemond, and Aegon as Daemon inspected her cunt. He ran a finger down her seam and spread her lips open slowly. She shook with how sensitive she was. Daemon hummed. Aemond and Aegon both propped themselves up on their elbows to watch what Daemon was doing. Daemon’s finger went to her opening and gently pressed soft circles and she felt the wetness as it gathered on the tip. “Feel that” he said to the brothers.
Daemon licked his finger as it was replaced by Aemond’s. He slowly slid the very tip of his finger inside her, eliciting erotic wet sounds. She watched Aemond’s cock begin to harden again and glanced a look at the other two cocks in the room. They were all hard again. Daemon grabbed Aemond’s wrist and gestured for Aegon to take his place. He covered her pussy with his hand, his palm putting pressure on her clit as the top of his middle finger slowly slid inside her. She moaned and lifted her hips.
Aegon pulled her face to his and kissed her, his hands still drawing out the wanton movement of her body. He groaned into her mouth and then turned her on her side and lifted her leg. He lined his cock up and let the tip rest there. She tried to move him inside her, but he held himself there. “Shh. Uncle says patience.”
She looked at Daemon then, whose eyes were locked on where Aegon’s cock rested at her opening. He licked his lips and then nodded and Aegon slid in just the tip and went still. He held her tight so she couldn’t move him further in and the tease was painful.
Aemond reached down and touched her clit and Aegon took the opportunity to slide in all the way, but still he didn’t move anymore and just let it sit inside her. She whined and shook with the need to move but they held her still. Her chest was heaving, and Daemon nodded at both Aemond and Aegon.
Aegon began to move, finally, moving himself in and out slowly. Aemond slowly stroked her clit and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Daemon leaned on his side with his head held up on his hand, gaze glued between her legs. She started to ascend again, her body writhing in pleasure. Daemon spoke something in High Valyrian and Aemond removed his hands and mouth to kneel in front of her. He held his cock in front of her mouth and she parted her lips to let him in. He slid in slow, matching the rhythm of his brother’s cock as it filled her. She moaned around him as the salty taste of his precum exploded on her tongue. He undid the wet braid on the back of her head as she sucked him in her mouth and then he pushed her hair to the side, watching her. He was beautiful, they all were, but Aemond always looked at her with reverence and made her feel special anytime they were together. Aemond threw his head back and Aegon sucked on the back of her neck. She felt the bed dip and looked up to see Daemon standing on the bed with his cock in his hand, stroking. He bit his lip as his eyes darted between Aegon’s cock between her legs and Aemond’s in her mouth. He hummed before telling her, “Good girl, Lady Annara. You have taken us so well.” He stroked himself faster as he continued praising her. “Your pussy is so wet for us. You’re so good. So beautiful when you come for us.”
Annara moaned around Aemond’s dick, and he shoved his cock in hard, hitting the back of her throat. Daemon grabbed Aemond by the hair and slapped his cock on his cheek. Aemond opened his mouth, swallowing Daemon’s entire cock as he groaned loud.
Daemon fucked Aemond’s face while he fucked Annara’s while Aegon continued to fuck into her. Aemond was the first to come this time, shooting into Annara’s mouth in throbbing, hot bursts. She swallowed him down and continued to suck as his body shook with his climax. Aegon followed, his paces picking up. He pounded into her a few times hard before she felt his cock swell inside her and then he began moaning in time with the spurts of seed that coated Annara’s walls. Annara and Daemon came at the same time, both moaning and breathing heavy. She was shaking and Daemon’s jaw was slack again as Aemond swallowed him down.
The sounds of heavy breathing and shifting bodies sounded in the room around Annara as she closed her eyes. She opened one as she felt a body next to her and saw Aemond as he laid on his back. He sighed heavily and looked over at her and smiled. He opened his arm and told her to lay on his chest. She snuggled into his side, when she felt a body at her back. She knew by the arm that wrapped around her middle that it was Aegon. He put his leg between her thighs and nestled himself into her backside.
Annara picked her head up to see Daemon standing at the end of the bed looking at the three of them. He smiled at her and then turned and started dressing. Annara closed her eyes and as she began to drift off and Aemond whispered, “You did so well, Annara.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “You are so cherished.”
Annara was dozing, floating between consciousness when she felt something stir beside her. She peeled her eyes opened and looked over at Aemond. He sat up and looked down at her. He dragged his finger along her cheek.
“Come.” he whispered.
Annara peeled Aegon’s arm off of her and sat up. Aemond put one arm under her legs and the other at her back and lifted her from the bed. She looked at Aegon, still sleeping, as Aemond carried her back into the attached chamber.
He stepped into the steaming tub with her still in his arms. The warmth of the water was like silk across her skin as they sank into it. Her muscles and pussy were both sore and tender. Aemond placed her back to his front and gathered her hair into his hands. He twisted into a knot on the top of her head. When her hair was secure, he slowly dragged his fingers down her neck and shoulders. Soft kisses followed his touch. The goosebumps prickled on Annara’s skin. She moaned and leaned into him.
“I know you’re sore. Let me take care of you.”
Annara closed her eyes and nodded. “Okay.”
He hummed as she felt him reach for something behind her. Aemond lathered up his hands in a soap cake and then began kneading her shoulders.
“Lean forward.” He spoke the words in her ear, and she complied. He was soaping and massaging her back and the lavender scent of the soap helped to relax her more. He pulled her back to him and his hands came to her chest, massaging in circles. She felt her body relax fully into him.
His hands glided slowly over her breasts, and he rubbed his palms over her nipples. She arched her back and moaned. “Shhh” he whispered into her ear before placing gentle kisses on her neck. The way that he was touching her and speaking to her was sensual and intimate. She didn’t know if she could take anymore with her aching pussy, but the movement of his hands was making her clit throb again.
“You took us all so well, Lady Annara. You’re such a good girl. So radiant.” His hand slid down her belly, massaging into the squishy flesh. “I want to give you something to let you know how well you did.” Aemond’s hands slid further to her center. “Will you let me tend to your soreness?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
His palms were on her inner thighs, and he pulled them apart. The soreness was almost painful. She had been stretched and used by the three of the most powerful men. She resisted Aemond spreading her legs. “Trust me. I know it hurts. I’ve got you.” She forced her body to relax again. When he tried to open them again, her body complied. “Good, Lady Annara.”
His palms began massaging her inner thighs, making her legs quiver. “You’re shaking. Do you want me to stop?”
Annara swallowed hard and shook her head. “N-no Prince. I’m okay.”
He hummed and continued to work the muscles in her legs. Up and down his hands went. Gliding over the skin. She peeled her eyes open to watch, when she saw Aegon appear in the doorway, watching. Aemond didn’t stop his caressing as he spoke to his brother over her shoulder.
“Are you just going to watch, or do you want to help?”
Annara watched Aegon as he stepped towards the bath. He lowered himself in.
“Grab her feet and massage them.” Aemond told his brother.
“You want me to do what?” Aegon asked.
Daemon’s voice made Annara’s eyes shoot to the door. “Massage her feet.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door. Memories from earlier began to fill her mind. Having all three of them. She leaned her back against Aemond and moaned. “She has been through a lot over the last few hours.” It was Daemon’s commanding voice again. She closed her eyes. “If you want to continue, you have to help her relax. She’s sore.”
She heard Daemon’s footsteps as he came over to the tub and got in. “Move. I’ll show you.”
She felt the water move with Aegon’s body. Aemond’s hands were still massaging her inner thighs. Daemon gently lifted one of her feet and started speaking High Valyrian in a low voice. His knuckle slid down the arch. She felt Aegon shift over and grab her other foot, matching Daemon’s movements and following his instruction.
Annara felt suspended in euphoria. Her body weightless as it floated in the large tub. She relaxed completely under the gentle attention of these three princes. She felt special. Beautiful. Desired. They had made her feel that way since her and Aemond stumbled in the chamber.
Daemon’s hands were gliding up her leg, kneading into the muscles. Aegon’s followed. Aemond’s touch moved up her body and cupped her breasts. Daemon spoke High Valyrian again and she opened her eyes as his and Aegon’s hands slid slowly up her legs to her inner thighs. The three of them began having a conversation that she couldn’t understand when Aemond grabbed her from behind by her waist and lifted. She stayed in his lap as he lifted her from the tub. Daemon leaned his back against the wall of the tub and Aegon came closer to where she and Aemond were sitting. Aemond gripped beneath her thighs and spread them. Slowly he exposed her, again, to Daemon and Aegon’s hungry gazes.
Her body was relaxed after the attention and massages, and she didn’t resist as he opened her to them. Her core was throbbing again although she was tender. The breeze tickled her pussy, making her cunt clench against nothing, dripping arousal down her crack. She didn’t understand how she was craving more after she had already had so much.
“Gentle, brother.” Aemond said to Aegon. His words warm against her ear.
Aegon’s eyes were pinned to her center, and he placed his hands on her spread knees and slid them upward. He leaned into her as his hands met her center. He softly placed his thumbs on her lips and spread them apart. She felt her cunt grip at nothing, and she shifted her ass to give him better access. Aemond said something to Aegon, tearing his eyes away from her center. He held her eyes as he leaned forward and with the most featherlight touch, drug his tongue from her puckered hole, over her opening, and placed a soft kiss on her clit.
Annara whimpered. Aegon repeated it and she felt Aemond’s cock stiffen beneath her. He spoke something again and this time Daemon replied as he came closer. When Daemon laid his head on her thigh, Aegon flicked his tongue over her entrance. She cried out again as he slid it slowly inside and she clenched around it. Aegon’s eyes rolled as he moaned at her taste.
He continued to fuck her with his tongue as Daemon whispered in his ear and Aemond grinded his cock between her ass cheek. She felt her orgasm building and she started to roll her hips towards Aegon’s face. Aegon pulled his tongue from her aching pussy and Daemon took his place. Annara watched as Aegon held her lips open and Daemon shoved his entire tongue inside.
“Do you like to have your pussy licked?” Aemond asked her. She nodded. He hummed. “You taste delicious Lady Annara.” She rolled her hips and rubbed her pussy against Daemon’s face. “Fuck his face, pretty girl.”
Aegon stood behind Daemon and put his hands under her ass and began massaging the cheeks. He spread her wide open and took some of her arousal and their mixed saliva and began rubbing circles over her tight rosebud. She moaned again. He continued to massage the hole as Daemon licked her pussy and Aemond played with her breasts and watched them over her shoulder.
Aegon slid a finger inside her asshole and her orgasm hit her hard. She clenched around Daemon’s tongue and Aegon’s finger as she writhed in Aemond’s lap. Daemon licked her through her convulsions until Aemond pushed his head away.
“Come here.” Aemond said to Aegon.
Aegon and Aemond traded places as Annara sat on the lip of the tub with her legs shaking.
“Turn over.” Aemond told her. Sit on my brother’s cock.”
Annara got on all fours as she climbed over Aegon. He ran his hands up her sides gently to her breasts and took one in his mouth. She gasped as she felt someone behind her place Aegon’s cock at her entrance. Aemond came around beside her and knelt. He pushed the hair from her face.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yes.”
Aegon’s cock slid inside her with ease. He bit his bottom lip and gasped as he fully seated himself inside her. She leaned over him, and he took her nipple into his mouth.
“Move.” Aemond commanded her.
Annara lifted up and down, feeling the glide of his cock inside her. Daemon slapped her ass, encouraging her to move faster. Aemond moved behind her again and her ass cheeks were spread open.
Daemon brought his hand to her face and pointed a finger.
“Get it wet.” Aemond said behind her.
She sucked Daemon’s finger into her mouth, and he shoved a second one in. His fingers pressed down on her tongue before he pulled them away with a pop. Aegon was picking up pace beneath her and Aemond placed his hand on her spine to make her lean down further. She felt Daemon’s wet fingers circle her ass. She ground herself against Aegon’s cock and they moaned together.
Daemon’s fingers slid inside her and began fucking her puckered hole. She grinded herself into him. Daemon’s fingers pumped a few more times before he slid them free, and it was replaced by something else. Something bigger.
Annara stopped and Aegon continued to move beneath her. Arms came around her middle and held her up as Aemond’s voice brushed against her neck. “Breathe. I’m going to stretch you. But you’re going to like it.”
Annara moaned. “I-I’ve never-”
Daemon shushed her and said something to Aegon that made him stop moving as he was fully inside her. Aemond slowly slid his tip in, and the burn made Annara clench and try to pull away. Aemond held her tight.
“Relax.”
She tried but the sting was too much, and she was feeling that sense of being full, too full, again. He slid himself further in and she cried out. Aemond covered her mouth with his hand.
“You can take it.” He said. “You can take me.” She squeezed her eyes shut as her muffled moan rang out in the room. “It’s so tight. You’re squeezing me so hard, Lady Annara.” He moaned this time. “You have to relax and take me.”
“Gently touch the nub at the top, Aegon. Help your brother.” Daemon commanded.
Aegon began rubbing her clit, softly at first but it quickly turned into him tugging it. She started to move against both of them.
“Yes. That’s it.” Aemond whispered. “Good girl.”
She felt his cock get deeper and deeper inside her, the longer and faster Aegon played with her clit, the more she relaxed to let Aemond in until he was fully. Both brothers stopped moving once Aemond was completely inside, and Daemon came to kneel in front of her, stroking his heavy cock in his hand. Aemond was getting impatient beneath her and gripped her hips.
Aemond moved first, pulling himself out. As he pushed back in, Aegon pulled out. Aemond’s hand was still clasped tight over her mouth as his other hand was splayed across her front. Her knees were digging into the stone floor, and she watched as Daemon stroked himself, watching the two brothers take her.
She cried out at the fullness. The pacing, Aemond’s grip, Daemon’s eyes, Aegon’s rubbing all made Annara’s body begin to shake.
“That’s it.” Aemond spoke to her. “You take it so well. Look at the way my uncle watches your cunt and ass swallow me and my brother. Your body was meant to be fucked like this.”
The orgasm that shook her with force. Her eyes flooded with tears, and she was screaming behind Aemond’s hand. The wetness dripped down her face as the brothers ravaging her body picked up the pace. Daemon’s hand was moving rapidly, and he threw his head back, the tendons in his neck flexing as he came in his hand. Aegon was next, his come coating her inner walls. Aemond’s hips stuttered against her ass cheeks, and she felt his cock expand and then throb inside her. He shoved her forward over his brother as he spread her cheeks apart and slid himself free. His brother shifted down and his cock came out of her too.
Their seed dripped out of her. Aemond kept her bent over, his hand on her spine and slid his fingers through their combined release, shoving the come back into her ass. Daemon stood then and Annara heard him get back into the water.
When Aemond removed her hand, she sat up and let Aegon slip from under her. He joined Daemon in the water. She watched both of them clean themselves off quickly, lathering soap cakes and dunking their heads. Aemond grabbed her chin and forced her to face him. He took her mouth with his and whispered into her mouth. “You are amazing. You did so well.” She returned his kiss. He stroked her jaw and she held on to his forearms as their tongues tangled and they tasted each other.
She was so focused on Aemond that she didn’t hear Daemon and Aegon leave the chamber and didn’t realize they were gone until Aemond pulled away. He pressed their foreheads together and sighed. “Come. Let’s get cleaned up and have a servant bring some food, yes?”
Annara bit her bottom lip and smiled. “Yes.”
He hummed and placed a quick kiss on her lips. He stood first and pulled her to stand with him. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her, wrapping her legs around him. She kissed him as he stepped them into the water.
It was only the two of them now and while Annara enjoyed herself with his uncle and brother, the feeling of it just being Aemond made her feel more comfortable. She let him wash her body and her hair. He paid close attention to her bruise covered breasts and inner thighs. His hands were gentle and amorous as he cleaned her. She insisted on returning the favor to him and she held his gaze as she knelt and cleaned him, worshiping him.
Aemond pulled her from the tub, wrapping her in a large fluffy cloth and then himself. She took his hand and led him from the bathing chamber into the larger room. Daemon was laid on the couch, arms crossed over his chest, lips parted, sleeping. Aegon was sitting in the wingback chair in front of the fire with his head in his hand, softly snoring.
Annara smiled at the sight and looked at Aemond who was watching her. She led him to the bed and pulled back the covers. He laid on his back and Annara curled into his side. His fingers gently stroked her arms as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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Castlevania fanfiction: “Under the Milky Way” ch. 19
Slow recovery is slow. Bad summary is bad.
Under the Milky Way - Chapter 19 - bnomiko - 悪魔城ドラキュラ | Castlevania Series [Archive of Our Own]
Also, no joke, the last lemon of the story is currently sitting at almost 8800 words; the entirety of Ch 19, in comparison, is 4700 words. Yup, that's a giant ass boulder of smut gearing up to roll downhill...
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Some of my fics on Tumblr
With AO3 down, 34℃ outside at my place and me being utterly bored, I present to you all the fics I ALSO or EXCLUSIVELY posted on Tumblr, so you have something to read. Yes, I'm super altruistic, right? 😂 Without further ado:
EMRALT ====== Mine Is The Sunlight, Mine IS The Morning (918 words, M) Is It Love That Glows In Fiery Alignment? (2368 words, G-T) Die, Die, My Darling (8800 Words, T-M) Come Be Our Beacon Shining Bright (9289 words, T) All Is Not It Seems To Be On The Outside (3085 words, T) 'Cos You Know We've Got The Power Of Healin' Love (2183 words, T) For We Know The Joy Of Life, The Piece That Love Can Bring (1573 words, M-E) Take Hold Of The Flame (2897 words, M-E) Life's A Bitch And I've Been Shaken (12953 words, T) Beast of Gévaudan (5482 words, T) 3-Tweet-Fics
AIDEN/LAMBERT ============= What If? (3124 words, T) Five Times Lambert And Aiden Had No Choice But To Hold Hands... (500 words, T)
REGIS/GERALT, REGIS & DETTLAFF ===========================
Force Majeure (2795 words, T) Bygone Days Bound To Corrode (1084 words, T)
RESSLER/REDDINGTON (The Blacklist) =============================
Untitled (791 words, T) The Things You Love Or The People You Hurt (1194 words, T)
OTHER STUFF =========== Microstories Grogu Mini Story The Soapnutmattcrackfic (Daredevil G fic)
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Neapolitan: A Continuance
A/N:  Hey.  Hope you liked the last part.  A little spicy strawberry always sets me right.  A lot happens in this part.  A lot.  It’s beginning to wrap up.  Sorry to those who are way more wise than I am when it comes to the legal stuff.  I like to research, but that doesn’t mean that I actually know what the hell is actually supposed to happen.
I have to say a quick thank you, my friend, to @gardensgatedaisy for helping with the pacing of the very truly smutty scene.  Wow.  I’m really nervous about this part.  I… just…  ugh.  Please don’t come at me.  lol  Or do - it may put me out of my misery.
I also need to say, I do not know the members of GVF or their families.  Jake is my muse and is haunting my brain in so many different ways it’s scary.  This is a total work of my own fiction.
Here are the links to the master lists of Neapolitan and Neapolitan: A Continuance
Word Count: approx 8800 words
Content warnings:  Courtrooms.  Arguing with friends.  Language and drinking.  Threesome sexual encounter.  Smut.  Like, this idea knocked my own socks off kind of smut.  But I’m probably a real lightweight, so - there’s that.  Minors dni.  Just do not.
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Part 9 
Violet’s POV
     Violet’s eyes were glued to her screen, hand covering her mouth and a thousand questions bubbling in her tummy that threatened a mad dash to the bathroom.  She could hear Jake rummaging around in his music room.  She could hear the rain on the roof.   She even wrote a few random numbers down on a piece of scrap paper.  She was sure that it was not in some weird dream state.  The email was a reach out from work - from the top boss of the nursing department.  She started to tap her fingers across the keys, not typing, just needing to hear the sound.  The coil in her belly started to bend harder.  She nearly bounced to her feet moving quickly into the kitchen for a fresh glass of water.  
      She hated interrupting him when he was in his own space.  But this was different.  Her toes struggled across the smooth wood planks as she tried to find some way to not involve him.  She was in the doorway watching him move around his guitars completely lost in his own little world.  
      “Jake?”  she asked softly.
      Bent over, hand on the black Gibson, he rolled his eyes up on her.  “You okay?”
      “Can you read this and tell me I’m seeing it wrong?”  she asked, waving her hands like what she could only assume like a crazy person.
       She practically ran back to her computer.  He was slow to follow.  Violet wanted to grab him by his belt and drag him to move faster.  His eyes shimmered with curiosity when she pointed at her screen.  Her heart was racing as she watched his eyes coast over the words before standing up straight.
      “They want you to consider being a trainer/recruiter?”  he asked with a smile tugging at his mouth.  “Is that a promotion?”
      She nodded.  
      He bent back towards the screen to continue reading.  “Most of it would be remote work.  Like from home?”
      She nodded.  He straightened back up, concern on his face.
      “But you love field work.”
      “I do.  But, I’ve done two stints.  Doesn’t mean that I can’t return to the field at some point, but this may be something we need.  Instead of both of us out there on opposite sides of the planet…”
      “You’d do that for us?”
      “I would.”
      Violet’s phone started ringing.  Josh’s profile picture flashed across her screen as she glanced at it.  Jake’s eyes grew round.
      “Shit - I left him on the phone…”
      She watched as he rushed back off to his music room as she answered with a laugh.  “Sorry I interrupted your call, Joshua,”  she said with a laugh.  “He’ll be right back with you.”
      Violet blew him a kiss before hanging up.  Jake returned with phone in hand talking with Josh about some meetings and getting things set into the calendar.  He was holding up his hand as he moved into the kitchen to retrieve low ball glasses.  He poured out two glasses, neat, with a smile.
      “Josh, pour yourself a drink,”  he said as he held one out for Violet.
      “Why doesn’t he just come over?”  she asked with a raised eyebrow.
      He mouthed ‘Home with Mom’ as he put the top back on the bottle.  “Is Mom around?”
      She watched as he put it on speaker.  Chaos on the other end with laughter and music and Karen’s voice calling out from what must’ve been the beyond.  She rolled her lips in between her teeth as she shuffled her feet.
      “Alright, we’re both here with drinks,”  Josh remarked.  “What’s going on?”
      “Celebrating!  Violet has been offered a promotion,”  Jake beamed as he switched the call over to video.  The sound of their cheering brought Kelly’s voice around.  Jake held the phone up as he backed towards her.  
      “Where’s mine?”  his dad asked.  “Can’t I …”
      Violet laughed as they watched on.  Josh nearly dumped his drink on their mother in his rush to get his father’s drink.  Karen scolded him all the while looking into the phone at the happy couple smiling back at her.  Kelly had a very satisfied grin once he received his drink.
      “What’s this promotion entail, darling?”  Josh asked.
      “Training/recruiting.  It would mean I would mostly work from wherever home would be that day,”  she said.  “I would go to universities and talk to candidates about the program, too, but mostly it would be from home.”
      Josh paused, his eyes on his twin.  Jake rubbed his hand across her back with a nod.  Violet was sure whatever transpired between them in that moment it was positive.  Josh’s face was filled with warmth.  They loudly toasted to possibilities and the moments to come.  Karen and Kelly’s faces were proud as they congratulated Violet.  In an abrupt move, the screen appeared to have the zoomies.  Clearly, they could see that Josh was rushing out of the kitchen and outside onto the deck away from the elder family members.
      “I got it finished, by the way,”  he said, his tone sly.  
      Jake’s smile faded a bit.  “Yeah?”
      They seemed to have one of those moments that Violet preferred to not have - those flashes where they could talk in short hand and no one else knew what the hell was going on. 
      “I got the first part, so…”
      “For fucks sake,”  she grumbled as she drained her glass and set it down with a thunk.  
      Violet listened to Jake laugh quietly as he returned to his music room without extrapolating anything.  Fucker.  The word was meant lovingly, but sometimes…
      She sat down at her laptop.  A sense of joy and a shift of mind crept into her thoughts as she typed out her interest in the new offering.  She listed sensible questions.  All the while the smile grew on her face.  It would be a good fit.  She enjoyed the instruction.  She would enjoy talking about the program that she had fallen in love with as a student.  The fact that it would allow her to have more time with Jake and the family made her heart flutter.  
     She paused a few moments before hitting the send button.  The notes that reverberated out of the music room tickled her brain with satisfaction.  Slow and steady; strong and supple.  His music was always like him.  Violet wondered if he knew it and played into it or if it was just happenstance.  Her finger traced the shape of the trackpad a few more times.  Her eyes trained on her words and questions to ensure in her brain that her heart wanted this so very badly.  A huge puff out of her cheeks and she clicked the ‘send’ button.  
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     Violet chewed the tip of her finger.  The race of her blood around her body had to have been double than normal.  Her eyes traced over Max’s texts - four times in the past two hours.  Jake was out on an ‘Appearance Night’ where the guys were expected to go out for the evening to a set of designated bars to interact with fans.  She had opted to stay home, and was not regretting the decision.  Violet had wrapped up a piece of work she had been procrastinating on, as well as tucked into a book she had been wanting to tackle.  She knew Max was trying to utilize a hands off approach with anything dealing with Alison, but if the woman would just call instead of leaving these nondescript messages life would be so much easier.
      The last time Max had merely texted, Violet had gotten a call from Mae.  Alison’s case had taken a turn.  Tim decided to change his plea, refusing a plea deal, forgoing a trial.  No contest.  It was not a guilty plea.  It was so fucking noncommittal in accepting responsibility for the damage he inflicted and gave a twist of a dagger to Alison in the most vulnerable of ways.  Mae explained that a civil suit would be impossible for any woman listed in the case regarding Alison.  Tim would have to pay all court fees.  He would have to pay fines to the women that were pressing charges.  He would have to do minimal time in jail.  He would lose his medical license.  He would lose his medical practice.  Mae’s case was dead in the water.  It had been a terrible, terrible day indeed.
      She texted Max to call when she could. Violet would be home.  She no sooner had brewed a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch when Maxine’s picture popped up on her phone.  Her stomach swirled as her friend explained that she was not allowed to take any more time off due to staffing shortages.  She was pulling doubles with no relief in sight.  Sentencing was a week away and yet, Max found herself unable to be with Alison when she was needed most.
      “She does not want to see me, Maxine,”  Violet remarked before taking too large a drink of the scalding coffee. 
      “Ollie is MIA.  That Aryssa has him so buried that he can’t shit without permission,”  Max rattled on.  “John is in the same situation I am - he’s been on mandatory double shifts for the past four months.  Teddy and Julie are already in Seattle with no way to take time off for any reason.
     “I am not asking you to be there for…  You don’t need to be in the courtroom, Vi.  I would never ask you to put yourself in his space.  She’s gonna need a friend, close.  It may be enough to just know that you are there in town.”
     She stayed on the couch with her glass of wine and the TV on to some cooking show that she had no clue what the hell was going on when he pushed his way into the house.  She listened to his keys strike the catch-all bowl and the thunk of his shoes.  He smiled at her as he sat then lay down so that his head was immediately in her lap.
      “Hey, gorgeous,”  he whispered.
      “You’re barely buzzed,”  she observed as he brushed his fingers up her arm, landing on her shoulder.
      “Didn’t feel like it tonight; not really.”
      She twirled her fingers in his hair as he tried to pull her down to meet him in a kiss.  When she would not bend, he took a long moment to really look into her face.  He dragged his thumb across her jawline.  
      “Something happened.”
      Violet nodded.  She rolled her lips in between her teeth as if she could hold in the words that haunted her.   She explained the situation.  Jake sat up to place his full focus on her.  He listened without interruption.  
      “I get that you feel a need to show support to her, but I thought she did not want contact with you.”
      She ran her bottom teeth across her upper lip.  He was right.  Alison did not reach out.  She expressed no need for Violet - at all.  “Something that I had that she did not is that I hid.  None of my friends had any knowledge of my situation and that was how I needed it for a while.  I knew…  No, I thought I knew that they would see me differently if they were aware of my hurt.  I was afraid they would never believe me.  I thought they would see me as weak and would abandon me in my need.  I was happy to be proven wrong.  When Alison did not hear me about him, it was a different kind of embarrassment.  She doesn’t know where to place blame.  She doesn’t understand, yet, that there is no blame that should be on her shoulders.  Or mine.  Alison has to figure that shit out for herself.”
      He tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned in, kissing her cheek before resting on her shoulder.  “What do you need me to do?”
      “Will you come with me?”  she asked, voice barely a whisper.  She knew it would be a lot to ask.  They were recording, they were world building once more.  
       “Of course.”
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     Violet wore a simple outfit of black dress pants, white button-up, soft gray jacket and black sling-backs.  It was her armor in interviews, formal meetings, and now her trips into universities.  She slid the last button into place as Jake made his way back into the hotel room with a coffee carrier and breakfast.  His dark eyes were tentative as he took in her appearance.  It was going to be a hard day for both of them.  There was no quick way around it.
     They ate in silence.  Jake disappeared to get himself ready while she checked in at work.  Her official start was in another week, to which she would have to jump on a plane to Lexington for a week.  The bright spot would be to fly home, a destination otherwise known as Jake.  It was a phenomenon she identified and admitted to him that he was home.  She was blessed to have the feeling reciprocated.  
     The Madison Municipal Courthouse was a tangle of chaos with people everywhere moving in all different directions.  It was enough to excite the nerves and overwhelm the already frayed senses.  Locating the actual room was a feat in and of itself.  Jake stayed calm.  He sat close as they slid into the last row, mostly out of sight of the defense table.  Violet felt a vale of haze wrap itself around her brain as the time drew closer.  Alison walked in, her eyes grazing over her as she passed.  If there was recognition there, Violet was unsure.  From the opposite side, there was movement and a flash of orange as Tim was brought inside.  Instead of focusing on how the air thickened and boiled with a rage she had known, she turned her sights on the brightness and warmth of her present.  Jake looked at her with a serenity that she needed.  It grounded her.  Sheltered her.  
      The whole affair took less than twenty minutes.  It all dwindled down to another assault upon Alison and the other women.  Tim was going to be allowed to travel a road to sidestep real jail time.  It was an insult to injury that was completely legal and without excuse.  The judge handed down what he could to the fullest extent with the parting words that he felt there were so many more victims that were mute because of fear.  Jake tightened his hold on her hand as the gavel was dropped and Violet felt herself begin to breathe again.  The courtroom was fast to empty.  Ali passed by her and Jake in the hallway, her lawyers flanking her sides in a brave show.  There was no celebration to be had.  There was no sense of punishment in the end.  No closure.  No finish.  
      They returned to the room in silence.  Her phone chimed with a notification that she nearly ignored.  Looking at it, her heart choked and broke a little.  Ali sent a single word text - thanks.  
      “What was that bar we went to last time we were here?”  he was asking as they moved back into the hotel room.  
     “Donovans,”  she answered, peeling out of the little jacket.
     “How about we go, have a few drinks and just bury the night?”
     She nodded.  Their flight out was not until the next afternoon.  Changing, they took the time to walk down Capitol Street, taking in a few cool little shops and grazing through the farmer’s market before having an early supper in a tiny little cafe.  Violet asked to take a walk down around the green spaces and gardens that looped the Capitol building.  They reached the bar just after eight to find that live music was already flooding out of the door.   
     “I know today was not what it needed to be,”  he said as they sat down with the first round.  “I know none of this has not been easy.”
     “I guess we’ll just have to accept that losing his practice is going to have to be enough,”  she answered before taking her first sip.  She was unable to hide the bitter scorn that laced her tone.  “House arrest in a fucking mansion on the east coast with his family?  Yeah.  There’s justice in this world.”
     He patted her thigh as they settled into the music.  Jake smiled as the sound reverberated around them like he was reminiscing what it was like to be a bar band.  They talked quietly about what was to come.  She felt lighter as he asked about how she looked forward to Lexington the following week and getting a scope on the new job.  She had gotten her first assignment - she had to fly out to Seattle and visit a few smaller colleges before taking a car down to Portland.  The trip would take four days total.  At some point, the guys were expected to head to LA for a few weeks.  Jake already had made arrangements for separate living arrangements since she would be along for that stretch of promotional shots, wrapping up recording and finishing up loose ends for the studio.  She wondered if she should make mention that she would be in LA so as to stem off any return trip after the fact.  
      “I wanted to ask,”  he started, his voice low against her ear.  “How do you feel about getting a marriage license when we get home?  We can take a drive over to Hewit to get it.”
       Violet’s brows pinched.  “Don’t those things have a time limit?”
      “Thirty three days.”
      She looked at him over the rim of her glass with a raised eyebrow.  
      “What?  I did some looking into the matter.  I want to get this done before we voyage off on the next tour.”
      “Ooo - so romantic there, sir,”  Violet said, voice thick with playful sarcasm.
      “That’s me, baby.  Nothing if not romantic.”  
      The idea of just the two of them struck something within.  Something on their own.  It would only be theirs to nurture and to grow between them.  At the same time, she could only imagine the look she would receive from her father at the news that they had run away to be married.  Or the loud arguments that would come from his mother.  Worse, the two forces aligned into one huge argument.  In truth, the parents were the parents and would accept their decisions, eventually.  Maybe.  
      Jake drifted back to the bar for another round.  Violet was texting with Max the news of the day.  Her spritely friend commended her bravery for actually going into the courtroom when it was not expected.  Violet admitted that they were so far back that she barely could see her demon in the front.  It was an untruth, but she did not need to explain that either.
     “Violet?”  
     The masculine voice that called out to her caught her attention in a way that she was not prepared for.  Turning, she caught sight of a face that she had not seen in years.  “Connor?”
     “I thought that was you,”  he said, his handsome face breaking out in a huge, familiar smile that set her tummy to rolling and her brain exploding.
     He reached for her and she could not stop herself from allowing him from scooping her into one of his wrap around hugs.  “Wow,”  she sighed as the familiar feel of his frame and smell of his cologne filled her senses.  “It’s been a few years, hasn’t it?”
     His bright green eyes roved all over her face as he pulled away.  It was the same boyish grin and strong presence that she always felt radiated off of him, but there was something else that emanated from him.  Confidence?  Maturity?  She felt nostalgic as he sat down across from her, his hands coming to rest before him like it had been moments, not years between seeing her.  Connor was one of those spirits that drifted into her sphere from time to time, but always seemed to linger in a manner that was healing and always welcoming.  The last time she had seen him was when her case started to fall apart.  He had tried to give her comfort, but his own path kept him at a distance.  Instead, he gave her counsel which turned into the best thing she had at that time - sound advice to walk the fuck away and the help to do just that.
     “You look amazing, Vi,”  he replied in his easy manner.  She had forgotten how rich his voice could be, as well as the effect it had on her.  “I’m glad you’ve come back to Madison.  Are you working at Children’s again?”
     Her brows pinched and she forced herself to look away.  “No.  No, I’ve become a bit of a vagabond actually.  Are you still with Hamilson and Stuart?”
     “No.  I’m with Ingraham now.  They put me on the partner path,”  he answered with a nod.  “A vagabond, huh?  What does that entail?”
     She grinned as she told him about getting a call from World Surgical Services and how she was part of a team that was mainly in Ethiopia.  And then she voiced her next step with the non-profit - actually taking a role in recruiting and training.  No one outside her parents or Jake’s parents knew of her direction.  Her eyes traveled in the direction of the bar in search of Jake.  He was still waiting, but at least he was leaning in to talk with the bartender.  Her focus was disrupted when Connor looked over his shoulder in the direction she was looking.
     “You’re not alone, are you, Vi?”  
     She shook her head with a shy little smile.  She watched as Jake began walking towards their table with drinks in hand.  Looking back at her former lover, there was a shine there that she recognized.  
     “Timing.”
     The word hung between them.  Each letter was heavy on his lips as Jake drew closer.  Violet nodded.  The one thing with Connor that was their shared folly of timing.  She had started running into him sophomore year of college.  He was a senior.  By the time they had hooked up, he was days from moving out east for law school.  He returned to Madison just as she was starting at Children’s and beginning her master’s program.  Of course, he was involved with someone else that time who did not share.  On again.  Off again.  Only to dance around once more.  Violet’s smile grew wider as Jake stopped at her side to hand her a drink before sliding in next to her.
     “Looks like you found a friend,”  he said once he was settled.
     Jake smiled at her as he turned to her.  Unlike previous partners who felt the need to overtly stake claim on her in the presence of any other foreign person, he made no move to show any kind of affection towards her.  It was not necessary in his realm to do so.  Violet introduced Connor and sat back as the two men seemed to hit it off immediately.  By the third round of drinks, Connor was hitting his stride - full of charm and flexing his ability to talk about anything and everything.  Violet was sitting back watching these two men bantering back and forth with no end in sight.  Jake asked questions about them, while Connor was getting info on their now.  At one point, Violet disappeared to the ladies room and a refresher on the drinks and she swore neither man noticed.  Both were so invested in the other that she was sure she could hitch a ride home and no one would be the wiser.
     Violet leaned into Jake as Connor was getting the next round of drinks.  “We’re going to have to cut this off or you’re going home with him,”  she teased.
     Jake grinned a sideways smile that made her take notice.  “That wouldn’t be such a bad thing as long as you were with me, gorgeous.”
     Violet felt the confidence roll off of him in a way that she had yet to experience.  They had talked about past encounters for both of them.  They had talked honestly about what they liked sexually beyond the initial discoveries of those first months of actually being together.  But the way that he looked at her in the moment was unlike anything that he had shown her before.  There was desire that encompassed not just her, but Connor as well.  
     He narrowed his eyes at her before turning his attention back to finishing his drink.  “He’s got to have a pretty cock.”
     The words stilled in her ears as he looked back at her, his tongue brushing across the corner of his lips.  “He does,”  she whispered.
     There was no surprise, no reaction at all other than a subtle life in the corner of his smile.  “It’s something we’ve not tried.  Thoughts?”
     “With Connor?”
     “He is pretty,”  Jake remarked, his eyes flicking back in the direction of the bar.  
     “I’m surprised,”  Violet said as she brushed her fingers up his thigh.
     “No you’re not.  You’ve wanted to see this for a while,”  he said, unable to hide the draw of heavy breath.   “I’m wondering if he’d like to play.”
      Violet nearly choked.  Smiles were in place as Connor set the drinks carefully down before them, his bright green eyes flitting between them.  She pinched his knee as he wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer.
     Conversation continued, mostly between Jake and Connor as they began talking and flirting about travel.  Connor had always been adventuresome.  He fancied himself an amateur photographer, which of course sent Jake into a whole new direction.  Violet was beginning to feel very much the third wheel on a third date.  
      “I’ve got a portfolio if you’d like to see,”  Connor was saying after what seemed like thirty minutes of sun rise this, sun set that, mountains - oh mountains, making a fucking swan look pretty…  
      She glanced at Jake as he seemed to ease into her touch once more.  “What do you think, Vi?  Should we?”
      “Surely you don’t have that shitty little place over on 10th, do you?”  she asked, trying to bring her focus back to the table.
      “No.  I’ve got a place over in Maple Grove,”  he answered with a wide smile.
      “Ooo - ritzy, Connor.  I never took you for those kinds of digs,”  she teased.
      Jake shrugged, not understanding the joke, but not really caring either.  “What about the group you are supposed to be here with?”
      “I’ll go say good evening, and get us an Uber.  Meet me out front,”  he said as he slid from the table.
      Violet watched as Connor walked away, drink in hand.  “You’ve already talked about this.”
     “Maybe.”
     The single word answer made her blush.  He took his last sip before leaning in to her.  He brushed his lips against hers before landing.  Violet felt a rush of what was to come.  Indeed, it was something that she was curious about.  She had vacuumed up crumbs that he allowed her to have from exploits with other lovers, other men and women that he had enjoyed.
     “Is this alright with you?”  she asked, as he threaded their hands together.
     “It’s more like is it alright with you, Violet,”  he stated as they stood up.  “This is, after all, mostly for you.”
     The ride over to Maple Grove was slow.  Midnight traffic did not clear until they were well on the east side of town.  The house was more cabin in the woods, but modern in a very metropolitan way.  He showed them around as he flicked lights that spilled out onto natural forest and the creek that wove through his backyard.  
     “Very different from the rats in that studio you had,”  Violet said as she took a glass of water from him.  “You’d go into the bathroom, but had to jump over a hole in the floor just to get over to the shower.”
     Connor laughed at the memory.  “Or the fact that the heat would cut out at four every afternoon, no matter what and not come back on until two in the afternoon the next day.  Damn that was a shit hole, wasn’t it.”
     “Good to be on the partner track,”  Violet said with a nod.  “This place is stunning.  Congratulations.”
     “It is good, indeed.  Thank you,”  he said quietly as Jake moved to the record player.  “I told you I had a collection, nothing too amazing there, though.”
     “Oh, that’s alright.  There’s this,”  Jake said, holding up a Hendrix Blues jacket.  
     “Where are these from?”  Violet asked, looking at framed pictures of old woods.
     “I took those in a little village north of Prague,”  Connor answered as the first few notes poured from the speakers.
      “Beautiful,”  she whispered as Jake moved closer to her.  
      The vibe shifted.  The air grew tighter.  Violet could barely focus as he traced a finger across the back of her hand.  Connor had moved closer to her as well, the smell of his clean cologne mixed with Jake’s woodsy blend sending her off into a moment of haze.  She felt odd standing there watching as the two men seemed to circle each other.  Both were talking but the words made no sense.  Her eyes lingered on the way Jake trailed his fingers across her skin - feather light, barely there, but grounding to only his touch.
      “You will be present in this, Violet,”  he said, his tone sharp to draw her forward to him.
      Her eyes immediately snapped up to his face.  His dark eyes danced across her features, hard and expectant.  “Yes, Jacob.”
      “Answer the man’s question,”  he remarked, moving his attention back to Connor.
      In a daze, she looked up at her former lover who smiled softly at her.  “I need to know my place in this, Violet.  Is there anything that you are uncomfortable sharing or doing in the course of tonight?”
       Surprised, she turned back to Jake.  He grinned.  “I…”  She regained her ground as she straightened.  “I suppose not.  Been a while for anything like this.”
       “Same,”  Jake replied as he took an offered drink from Connor.  “Her ass is mine, Connor, but I’m sure she’ll be more about watching us.  She has a thing…”
       “Yeah,”  Connor whispered, his fingers touching her hand.  His touch carried the weight of memories and past tenderness.  “She’s always had that interest.  I remember it fondly.”
      Before Violet could even think about blushing over the comment, Connor pushed forward, grabbing Jake by the face and pressing them into a passion filled kiss.  Her stomach clenched at how the two men melted against each other.  Jake sighed against the man’s mouth and yet, he reached for Violet’s hand to hold.  She felt her jaw soften.  His cheeks grew warm as Connor deepened the kiss even more eliciting a deep moan from both of them.  The sound reverberated right through her core, soaking her panties.
       She watched in awe as Jake turned back to her, eyes completely unfocused for a long moment.  He was so totally lost in the sensation that this man presented to him.  She pulled him in close, letting her mouth linger against his as if to draw in any residual heat from Connor.  Instead of impact, she withdrew, eyes rolled up on her former lover.
      “Condoms,”  she said firmly.  
      “Of course.”
      The pit of her stomach danced a bit as Jake took a sip of his drink.  Reaching out, she took the glass and downed the rest of it.  A gleam in her smile made both men release a shared noise.  “Shall we retire then?”
      Jake took her hand, turning her until he had her wrapped up in his arms.  His smile yanked her into the moment, setting fire to what she was about to witness and experience with him.  He kissed her sweetly as the excitement was beginning to overwhelm both of them.  Connor quietly led them deep into the softly lit home that was painted in rich blues, green and browns.  All very masculine lines and practicality.  Violet’s eyes traced across the variety of pictures and art and trinkets as they floated into the minimalist bedroom.  The sleepy tones were instantly relaxing.  Connor snapped on a few faint lights as Jake drew her closer.  His nose nuzzled into her crook of her neck as he fitted himself against her back.  She watched as Connor dropped a few packets of condoms on the night table along with a tube of lube.  His eyes traced across her features as he walked towards her.  She had nearly forgotten how handsome her former lover had been.  So classically formed that he would rival the hands of masters.
      Her brain began to fog over as he drew close, one hand reaching for her own, one hand wrapping around Jake’s shoulder.  He pressed his long frame into her before bending to kiss her.  Jake’s mouth felt hot against her neck as Connor deepened their kiss, tasting her mouth so deftly as he had always done.  Allowing her to fall back for breath, Connor leaned over, capturing Jake’s kiss once more, effectively pinning her between both men.  Jake’s hands snaked across her breasts as Connor’s grabbed at her hip and ass.  Her body already throbbed for their touch.  Jake must have sensed her shift and he leaned back just enough to pull her against him tight.  In the pocket of space, he lifted up her light sweater over her head before returning to kissing on Connor.  The smell of their bodies flooded her as he tugged her bra down to expose her breasts.  The feel of Connor against her front and Jake behind nearly caused a blackout level of tension.  Jake’s deft fingers unclasped the bra so that it could fall to the floor.  She kicked out of her little flats before ducking out from between the men so as to watch them paw at each other.  
     Violet watched as clothes were shredded off their frames.  She slowly slid out of her leggings and panties as Connor started yanking Jake back towards the bed.  “Jacob,”  she whispered, but it was as if she yelled at him.  His head whipped around to look at her.  “Suck the man’s cock.”
      She grinned as the two men fumbled to the bed so as to let Connor lay down.  Eagerly, Jake smiled back at her.  “It is a pretty cock, Violet.”
      Violet fought to maintain her brain and her cunt from rupture as Jake first palmed Connor before licking up the shaft and sinking down until it hit the back of his throat.  There was no teasing, no hesitancy.  Jake hooked his thumb beneath the balls and swallowed Connor’s beast down.  His dark eyes touched her as he hollowed out his cheeks on the upstroke.  
      “Quit letting that cum leak down your legs, baby,”  he said, pumping the thick cock in his hand.  “Get over here and let this man lick that sweet pussy.”
      Violet climbed up on the mammoth sized bed.  Connor’s eyes were already rolling into the back of his head even though he was reaching for her.  With care, she slid her frame over Connor’s waiting face.  He ran a finger through her dripping folds before wrapping his arms around her hips and dragging her down.  The guttural moan that ripped from her chest robbed the room of air and set it on its side.  Looking down on Jake was like looking into another life.  A life that she was absent from and only had inklings and whispers of actual existence.  She held onto Connor’s forearms to maintain balance as he plunged his tongue into her.  Violet could not stop the whorish moan that escaped as the sight of her man sucking him down with an unhinged passion struck her senses.  Jake turned his near blackened eyes up onto her.  Lust scorched and wanton, he began rutting into the mattress at the sight of her coming undone.  Connor pinched at her clit with his fingers as he started ramming his tongue against her entrance, gaining himself passage into the depth of her.  Her fingers turned white as she held on.  Her orgasm pummeled her like a prizefighter.
        Connor hummed as Jake grazed his teeth across his balls.  Her body was already wanting more as Jake rose, straddling Connor’s belly, one hand on his own cock, one hand on the spit slick one behind him.  Leaning forward, he began to lap at her belly, breasts and nipples in an all out assault.  Violet brought her hands up to balance better on his shoulders.  Gaining her bearings for a second, she was able to grab his dick, pumping him as she felt her core threaten with another wave of orgasm.  Just as it hit, Connor turned and bit into the meat of her thigh and Jake bit into the left nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.
       “So good, Violet,”  Jake whispered into her chest as he worked gentle kisses across the skin.
       Somehow the three of them moved together so that Jake was on his knees and Connor was before him, practically devouring his mouth and rubbing their cocks together.  Violet was behind Jake, her hands roving across the miles of skin of both men.  She hummed as Connor spread Jake’s knees before working his way down, to lay at an angle before him.  A deep, low rumble escaped Jake as Connor kissed at the thin skin on his hip bones.  Those bright green eyes flicked up to Violet, revealing the languid desire that all of them seemed to be experiencing.  
      “Get him ready for me, Vi,”  he whispered tenderly.  
      Her soft sigh rang out.  Jake looked over his shoulder, reaching for her to pull her into a kiss.  The urgency he displayed turned her skin into cinders.  Connor’s mouth wrapped around Jake in a sloppy mess.  The depravity that touched his face in that moment touched Violet.  The absolute vulnerability he lay open at her feet was utmost trust.
     “You’re so beautiful, baby,”  she whispered against the extended flesh of his jaw.  “So mine.”
     She leaned away to grab the lube from the nightstand.  She dropped it at her side, wanting to first partake of his joy.  Connor was ravaging his cock.  The heat of them both and the little moans and sighs were like a chorus.  She began to train little kisses down his shoulder followed to his spine.  She dragged her fingers across his ass, gripping until he chirped in pleasure.  A few drops of lube across her fingers and she went to work on Jake’s entrance.  He pressed back against her, totally relaxed and ready.  Jake landed one hand into Connor’s hair while the other slipped back behind, finding Violet’s heat and slick.  She cooed as he pumped her clit to the same rhythm as her own fingers.  She slid one in, followed by a second.  He let out a soft whine as she stretched him.  A third and he rocked back into her palm as Connor deep throated him at the same time.  The gasp that spilled from his mouth set her hairs standing on her arms as the goosebumps erupted.  He turned to look over his shoulder, lips pursed and searching.  She leaned into him, keeping her hand in time as she kissed him sweetly.  
      Jake whined into her mouth as Connor let him go.  He wrapped Jake’s cock up tight in his large palm while he rose to his knees.  The darkening of those bright green eyes startled Violet as it prickled remembrances of past liaisons, past passionate moments both only with him and sharing with others.  Without giving her a chance to shift, he wrapped his arms around Jake and her and crashed his mouth into hers.  To taste her lover on this man’s tongue sent shivers through her.  Jake trailed kisses across his shoulder as he wrapped his hand back to her, lacing their fingers together.  The love emanating from Jake, and the lust that fueled Connor was near breaking her mind as they moved together, getting lost together in sensations and tastes and smells and sounds.  
       Connor was whispering into Jake’s ear as he lapped at the ear lobe, nibbling it roughly.  Violet let her fingers slip from his bottom with a kiss to the base of his neck.  His skin was so hot under her touch.  There was a light sheen against his chest as he moved from between them.
      “Lay down, baby,”  he said, his voice roughened by exertion.  
      He helped her before capturing one breast in his mouth followed by the other.  He slid his frame down, carving a path down her belly to her thighs with his tongue.  Hot and wet he drove his mouth up against her as Connor lifted Jake’s hips up.  
      “Violet,”  Connor said, the base in his voice tumbling out of his mouth as if escaping from his gut, “your man is so fucking perfect.”
      She watched as he bit into Jake’s ass just as he pushed his tongue up against her clit in a hard press before sucking her core to attention.  Connor rose up fully on his knees, drawing a black condom across his dick and drizzling lube down Jake’s entrance.  There was no hesitation, no waiting, and no asking, Connor worked his way into Jake, hands white knuckled on his hips.  The sound that Jake let out into her folds instantly made her spray into his open mouth.  The beauty of the moment was quick to unravel as Jake frantically tried to maintain focus on her pussy.
     “Goddamn,”  Connor growled, setting a pace that bumped into her clit with force.
     Jake looked up into her face, eyes unfocused, mouth extended in silent pleasure.  The haze seemed to clear as his gaze latched on to her.  He rose up onto all fours, a show of brutal strength against the pounding he was taking.  He balanced for a moment, his hands racing to dig into the flesh of her hips, dragging her down until he crashed his torso into her.  Frantically, she drew her knees up almost to her ears as he pushed his cock into her, using Connor’s pace to fuck her in a manner that was totally unhinged and without a thought other than to pound her into the mattress.
      Violet gripped his shoulder to maintain her place.  Connor covered her digits as he held on tight.  Connected.  Together.  Wave after wave of groans and moans and slick skin on skin as they worked together to reach a crescendo.  Looking into Jake’s features, she found him totally fucked out.  He resided in a space that was beyond a boundary that they had yet to reach and he was dragging her along for the ride.  Connor’s handsome face was becoming stressed as he tried to hold on.
      “Fuck you’re so damn good,”  he moaned.  “I’m so…”
      “Let me have it.”  Jake’s raspy tone filled her ears as he looked down at her.
      Tears sprang to her eyes.  Masculine beauty oozed out every pore as he touched her cheek.  So much love poured out of him onto her as Connor crashed into him in his own orgasm.  A blush of a kiss and Jake took over, slamming into her quickly, hitting every spot that he knew to press into.  He swarmed her senses and overpowered her body, leaving it to quake and shiver as total pleasure over took both of them in a barrage of stuttered breaths and tender whines.  Connor lay down at her side as Jake continued to move against her.  His tired, flirty grin invited her in, kissing her gently at first before incinerating her mouth in a deep, searching kiss.  She felt Jake bending closer to her before yanking his body back up so that his knees folded under him to better ram into her.  His palm landed on her belly as he began to fuck her in earnest.  Connor’s fingers twisted and pulled at her nipples as he bit and swallowed and danced against her mouth.
       Jake was beginning to grind hard.  Violet couldn’t hold on any longer.  Her core exploded as heat and joy and love broke across her skin like sunshine.  He rode her through until finally cumming hard into her, his jaw totally lowered making his mouth a graceful o.  
      “Beautiful,”  Connor sighed as he nuzzled into her, his fingers tracing down Jake’s cheek.
      There was no sound save for their breathing.  The air thinned and cooled as they returned to the earth and the bed beneath them.  Violet dragged her fingers through Jake’s hair over and over as he rested against her belly.  Connor kept planting warm kitten kisses against the cap of her shoulder and cheek as he held tight to Jake’s hand against his hip.  There was something wholly natural as they lay together.  It was a shared surrender to ultimate feral emotions.  
      “Showers,”  Jake grumbled as if not really wanting to leave his position.
      “I think you’ll like the accommodations, Vi,”  Connor sighed as he started to roll away totally unaware of his own nakedness.
      He led them into the en suite bathroom that was wrapped in chrome and quartz and dark tones.  The shower was coiled like a shell and had water coming from all directions.  Connor smiled as Violet laughed as her body was sprayed from all sides.  Jake playfully pushed him in beside her before joining in.  Slowly, they washed each other with silent kisses and gentle touches.  Somehow both men moved so that she was in the middle.  While Jake washed her breasts and belly, Connor washed her back, paying close attention to the slender curve to her ass.
      Clean and partially dressed they drifted to the backyard deck with drinks and smokes.  Jake kept her close, having her curled into his side on a wide chair.  Connor leaned against the railing, his tall frame at ease as they continued their conversation from the bar, filled with laughter and joy that somehow continued until Violet was asleep and the men held hands talking softly about what could happen next.
      The morning brought questions.  Where the hell she woke up was the first one blazing through her brain.  She felt Jake’s skin beneath her fingertips, settling her, but the room was different.  Rising, she grabbed the first t-shirt she saw, not caring that she had no clue who it belonged to.  The hallway brought a clearer remembrance - Connor’s.  They must have crashed in his home.  The smell of coffee drew her through the living room into the welcoming smile and gaze of Connor himself.  He made no move towards her other than to hold out a cup in question.  A nod of hers returned to her in the form of a question of like always?  She nodded again and watched as he mixed half and half in with a packet of sweetener before handing it over to her.
     “I was being hopeful when I was talking with you last night, Violet,”  he said quietly as he opened the back sliding door to the deck.  
     She followed like she was trapped in a dream she did not know she was having.  “Not sure what you mean.”
     “I didn’t think of it until this morning that you would be here for Tim’s sentencing,”  he replied, making eye contact that was pensive.  “When I saw you, I was hoping that you were back living here.  I’ve missed you.  Greatly.”
     She gave him a soft grin of understanding.  “I’ve missed you from time to time.”
     He shook his head.  “When I told you to go, I should have gone with you.”
     The admittance forced a little sad laugh from her mouth.  “I was in no position to be anything to anyone, not even a friend.”
     “I would've shouldered it,”  he remarked.  “I would’ve shouldered it if it meant that I could have sheltered you.  What a fuck I was to let everything just go with you.”
     “You were in no position to leave, Connor.  You were fresh at Hamilson and Stuart.  You were finally finding your own feet.  I could not have been so selfish to ask you for that.  It was enough that you covered me with the ADA, and gave me good counsel to protect myself,”  she said into her mug.  “Besides, it was a pain that I needed to heal on my own.  I have come so far since that day.”
      “There was a time that I made you happy,”  Connor said, stretching out on a deck chair beside her.  “There was a time where -”
      “It’s not the same.  I’ve put my own shit back together and got lucky enough to meet Jake.  I'm beyond blessed that I am building this life with him.”
      He nodded.  “I would never interfere.  You have become a stunning woman because of it all, Violet.  You’re still the strongest person I know.  It makes me happy that you have gotten everything you have ever wanted.”
      Violet shifted her hold on her coffee, placing it on the little table next to her so she could reach for his hand.  “Seems you’ve said something like that before.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry that we never got our chance.”
      “Kind of hard to say you were the one who got away when there was not a real time that you were ever mine.  Not fully.  Not really.”
      He threaded his fingers through hers to give a nice little squeeze.  Violet shared the grief that shone so clearly in his expression.  It started like a bubble in her belly and lodged in her throat as the silence stretched between them.  The air stirred as a breeze kissed at her cheeks drawing her back to the present.
      “I’m going to have to get him going.  Our flight’s this afternoon,”  she whispered, letting go of Connor and making her way to her feet.
       Instead of reaching for the door, Connor swept her up into one of his secure embraces.  She sunk into his strength with a surprised laugh.  It had never felt like goodbye as it did in the moment.  It put a little fracture on the surface of her heart as he withdrew to walk her inside.  Jake stood completely disheveled in his boxer briefs in the hallway, shuffling out towards the kitchen.  His sleepy smile and blush on his cheeks warmed her as he reached for her.
      “Morning, gorgeous,”  he rasped as she leaned into him.
      “I can call for an Uber.  Get you two on your way,”  Connor offered as he poured himself another coffee, as well as one for Jake.  “Vi said your flight is this afternoon.”
      “Yeah.  My brothers are supposedly waiting on my ass to get back to work,”  he gripped before taking a sip of coffee.  
      They fell into light conversation while Jake woke up.  Violet disappeared to dress.  Her heart ached as she put herself back together.  Jake snuck in behind her and got ready at her side.  There were quiet glances and warm touches as she pulled a bush through her snarled hair.  
      Goodbye was hard.  Jake was swept up in a tight hug, to which she watched as Connor whispered something in his ear.  A blush rose on his cheeks as he moved away.  Violet smiled sadly as Connor reached for her, kissing her before folding her up tight.  Jake stepped outside to wave at the driver.  She snuffled as he tucked her hair behind her ear with a gentle touch.
      “I’ve missed you.  I’ll keep missing you,”  he whispered as he let her go.
      One last look across the raven black hair and bright green eyes, caring expression and tender touches was enough to absorb it all.  Sliding into the backseat, she was silent the whole ride back to the hotel.  Jake, too, seemed to be stilled by their previous evening.  Somehow, they had experienced a shift.  Violet could not deny there was a change in their dynamic.  If anything, it was impossible to say that she did fully love the man at her side.  He had shared with her a moment that she never expected.  The memory was breathtaking.  The trust he had laid across her was unconditional.  Jake was her forever.  Always.  Etched across her soul like an epitaph.  To have such a full love, full acceptance, was beyond her reasoning, but she would sure as shit work every day the best she could to keep it close and safe for all her time.
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Sooooo…. What did you think of Connor?  He kind of struck me over the head to be included, and I’m not sorry about it.  Totally gratuitous scene but it wouldn’t let me go, so there it is.  I’m so nervous about that addition, but he just — fit.
Here’s the tag list if you would like.  Last part will be posted next week!
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retrowhatever · 2 years
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So basically all I've done in the last week is consume an unhealthy amount of Horizon fanfic. I don't have an ao3 account (yet) so I thought I would put my list of faves here. I've ordered them from shortest to longest. This is the first of two posts.
Ereloy fics I love:
Glarebreak by @dark-t1des-hzd - 850 words / Teen & Up - short and sweet scene of Erend being hopelessly in love and Aloy being injured
The Greatest Moment by @pikapeppa - 1200 words / Teen & Up - short scene at a festival with an absolutely dazzling kiss
Sparkstruck by @yogrossdude - 1200 words / Teen & Up - short scene of Erend tripping over his words when he sees Aloy in Oseram armor
A Forthright Woman by @dawnfromzero - 1500 words / General - bewildered Erend not realizing she's into him too
The Serendipity of Thunderjaws by blue_dragon1836 - 1700 words / Teen & Up - injured Erend and probably my favourite Aloy-kisses-him-first moment
Chainscrape by @dark-t1des-hzd - 2100 words / Teen & Up - I won't ever get tired of Aloy getting mad enough that Erend just confesses his love, plus the last line of this one is *chef's kiss*
another lesson learned in blood by sunspot - 2600 words / Teen & Up - Erend would die for her (don't worry, he doesn't) and I would die for them
you are unbreaking, though quaking by @plaidflannelcake - 3000 words / Mature - I have such a weak spot for like mind control fics (spoiler alert for my upcoming niloy list) and this one about corruption arrows scratches the itch
a sky full of light and none of them stars by @rhovanels - 3400 words / Teen & Up - condensed slow burn, plus drunk Erend falls out a window
your hands on every part of me by justalittlebluetiefling - 3600 words / Mature / HFW spoilers - just a raunchy scene at the base but also Erend is in love because duh
your hands on every part of me by @soupandchaos - 3600 words / Teen & Up - come for the sexy sparring, stay for Erend flexing
Thread Together by @yogrossdude - 3600 words / Teen & Up - single scene where Aloy gets injured and Erend stitches her up while being awkward
Long Road Ahead by @ladymaliwan - 4300 words / Teen & Up - I love drunk Erend and I love drunk and confused Erend even more
Steady by theyloy - 4500 words / Mature / mild HFW spoilers - Erend is surprisingly delicate when applying body paint, Aloy is unsurprisingly flustered
old wounds by @yogrossdude - 4500 words / Teen & Up - Erend is injured and Aloy is mad at him, quelle surprise
A Chance by @brandyllyn - 5000 words / Explicit / mild HFW spoilers - Aloy thinks she's missed her chance and Erend is bewildered as usual
outside looking in by I_heart_thunderjaws - 6600 words / Teen & Up / HFW spoilers - Big ol' mutual pining, the ending is so sweet I almost cried, and fun cameos from the rest of the gang
Playing Games series by @soupandchaos - 7900 words / 2 works / Explicit / HFW spoilers - stripstrike. that's it, that's the fic
Hearth by @yogrossdude - 8400 words / 3 chapters / Teen & Up - hypothermia and unresolved tension
those wings in your spine by @theherocomplex - 8800 words / Teen & Up - Erend is charming and lovestruck and dense, so basically he's Erend, kind of a slow burn I guess
simmer down and pucker up by @skellagirl - 9000 words / Explicit - injured, tattooed Erend and Aloy being shocked that she's into him
Fire and Spit by @godliath - 15k words / 10 chapters / Teen & Up - a good slow burn with lots of lovestruck gentleman Erend
Honourable mention: The Moth by @sacrificethemtothesquid - 250k words / 92 chapters / Explicit - look I don't think anyone needs to be told about this fic considering it's the #1 ereloy fic on ao3 and honestly I've only read like a third of it and it's almost too angsty for me because I'm a delicate flower so I probably won't finish it but the Vanguard in this are amazing and Tandin might be my favourite OC in all the Horizon fic I've read so we're including this for him and the rest of the Oseram weirdos
I can't draw and I haven't written anything in years and years, so consider this a small contribution to the fandom. I'd love to hear anybody else's fanfic recs as well!
Oh and I used the tumblr @'s for people whose names I could find. Happy to edit to include the @'s for anyone I'm missing, just tell me who I should be crediting!
Part 2: Niloy recs
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plexflexico · 1 year
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WIP News
8800 words at this point.
Before the hat. Before the beard. Before the cigars... John was a man who knew what he wanted and what he wanted was you.
Across three continents and more than a decade the steady and solid love of John Price has been your rock. Will that be enough to keep you together when John's past comes calling and rips your lives apart?
This is an 18+ work.
Contains: Murder. Intrigue. Betrayal. Human rights violations. Paperwork. Hot Beard Action™. Unmasked Ghost. Cooking tips. Torture. Mild geography. Graphic descriptions of scenery.
This will only be released when it's done.
It's gonna be a bit.
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bi-demon-ium · 1 year
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what if nicholas actually went comatose? or: i impulsively wrote like 8800+ words of addressing shit in the s2 finale that wasnt addressed originally. not edited or beta'd or anything bc ive been doing this in a haze for literal hours
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sgkophie · 2 years
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Man's World - Chapter 12 - Three's a Crown 
A/N - OK FRIENDS! I've had LOADS of Carlos requests come through, so I am trying to add them into Man's World if they fit into the plot :-) These two fit in nicely, so I have included them into this chapter! Click the image to better read the requests.
Good lord... I can't believe this chapter is 8800 words and I apologize. I was going to split it out into 2 chapters... but it just sort of rolled all together! BUT it does mean your next chapter will be more like Friday morning... my fingers need a rest!
If you would like to submit a fun prank idea for the series, please do so HERE!
This chapter is a rocky one but I think you'll enjoy....!!!
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Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr, Carlos Sainz x reader
Warnings: angst, language, fluff, smutt - the whole shebang!
Rating: Mature
Word Count: ~8800 words *I have put a marker in the middle of the chapter so if you want a break before coming back to finish the chapter, that marker signifies a good stopping point for a break if you so desire!
Short Synopsis: Enemies to lovers with Carlos. <3
AN: See above!
Check out the full intro synopsis + full story master list here!
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Thursday – Georgia POV
Thursday morning I was woken up by Carlos Sainz standing over me, a cup of coffee in one hand, a paracetamol in the other – and a huge fucking grin on his face. I groaned, turning over in bed, putting the covers above my head. I don’t care if Carlos and I had agreed to be friends, I was not in the mood for his antics this morning. 
“Good morning sunshine,” he whistled out, walking over to my curtains and opening them all the way, letting the blistering sunshine into my room. 
“Fuck, Carlos, why are you in my room? Ever heard of knocking?” I yelled at him, taking one of my bed pillows and chucking it at him. He chuckled at that, pulling up his watch on his wrist, as if to show me the time. I squinted at him, trying to make a point that there was no way I could read that. 
“I did, princesa, but judging by the look on your face, you were much to dead asleep to hear my knocking.” 
“Well maybe you should have knocked harder,” I quipped back, attempting to grab the paracetamol from his hands. 
He smirked at that, raising the two pills higher above my head. “This is only for hungover girlfriends.” I didn’t really appreciate his emphasis on girlfriends, or hungover, but I let it slide. My head was pounding, and he had lifesavings drugs as far as I was concerned. 
“Who said I was hungover?” I muttered out grumpily. A headache, nausau, and undying thirst after a night of drinking didn’t necessarily mean I was hungover. 
I mean I was. No doubt about that, but I wasn’t about to let Carlos know that. 
He laughed at me and set the two pills down next to my bottle of water from last night. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure how I even got into bed last night. Had Carlos taken me to bed? Last I remembered was attempting to watch a movie. I swallowed down the pills and took the coffee from his hands, downing the mug in two sips. 
“Well, good, if you aren’t hungover, then we can start our day today,” he trilled, pulling the blankets back entirely. I got up quickly for a moment, horrified that I had no pants on. I usually slept in an oversized shirt, no pants required. Although, to be fair, the results of what Carlos and I saw when he pulled back the covers were much worse – I was still in last nights clothes. 
How drunk did I get? 
It’s as if Carlos could read my mind, because he declared, “Much too drunk considering how little you drank.” The smug look on his face said everything I needed to know. I got up and pushed him aside, grabbing my towel from the bannister. 
“Why don’t you do us both a favor and get lost, huh?”  I barked at him, closing the bathroom door with a bang. I knew I was being a bitch. I mean, he’d brought me coffee – black with no cream and sugar, just how I liked it plus some paracetamol. Still, he’d done it with the intent to tease me, which I was not in the mood for. Today was Day 1 of the Monaco race. I had to survive what felt like 8 hours of journalists, press and fans before getting into a car tomorrow to drive a race that was probably the most important of my career to date. 
And I had to do the first half of that while hungover. What an idiot I was. 
As I finished in the shower, I grabbed my phone to check Instagram. Again, I’m never sure why I felt the need to check Instagram before a race. It never made me feel better, but I guess as a 25 year old woman, it was in my nature.
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I scrolled through various posts and arrived at the one about the podcast. To my relief, the reviews of the podcast were pretty positive. There were calls that there wasn’t enough Charles content, but that was to be expected. Ferrari’s golden boy could have had his own podcast, and the women of the world would still be demanding more content of just Charles. 
Still, the fans were loving the prankster side of me, which I found to be quite shocking. I had spent so much time hiding this part of me from the world – I didn’t expect for that to be the one thing the fans held onto. It was as if it was the one thing that they seemed to think made me human.
Maybe I should pull a prank on the journalists…. They might also see me as human.
As I sat there trying to weigh out how likely I was to lose my seat if I pranked the F1 media community, Carlos walked into the room with bacon and toast and a second cup of coffee. As he turned and saw me in just a towel, he stuttered for a moment, and then gave me a quick once over before backing away, but not before I could pick up my pillow from the bed and throw it at him.
Unfortunately for me, that made my entire towel drop to the gown, and I pulled my covers up to me, screaming at Carlos, “Come into my room ONE MORE TIME, Carlos, and I will personally make sure you can never have children with whatever pathetic woman decides to marry you! Understood?!”  I could hear laughter from behind the door as Carlos closed it. 
Insufferable man. 
I quickly got dressed and threw some make up on, putting my hair up in a braid. I scarfed down my toast and bacon as quickly as I could then headed out into the kitchen, where Charles and Carlos were both sitting, enjoying a cup of my coffee. 
“Thanks for breakfast,” I mumbled to Carlos, not looking in his direction. Truthfully I was too embarrassed to look him in the face. 
“Don’t worry, cariño, now we’ve both seen each other naked. You know, me just now and you in your dreams,” he said with a wink. I froze for a moment, and then turned to Charles, who had just spit out his coffee out onto my nice Persian rug. Charles turned to me and quirked an eyebrow up, although I could see his expression was asking me if this was actually true. 
Before I could stop myself I blurted out, “Umm… you weren’t naked!” I said it with way too much sass for someone who had experienced a sex dream about their fake boyfriend. 
Carlos just raised an eyebrow, his interest was piqued. Fuck, why had I just said that? I mean he knew, I knew, that he knew that I had – unfortunately – had a sex dream about him, but I had basically just confirmed it in my pit of anger. And now his interest was definitely turned all the way up. I turned my back and cringed, pretending to busy myself with the empty coffee maker. 
“Better hope you haven’t seen my sister naked,” I heard Charles mutter to Carlos; he clearly wasn’t amused at the joke, although arguably for very different reasons. I knew my face had gone a new shade of red, so I sat at the chemex, my back to the two of them. 
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Carlos quipped back. 
I truly could have died in that moment.
Fortunately, before the awkward silence could continue, Charles’ cell phone rang. It was Mattia and he was requesting him in the paddock a little early to do a couple extra social media stints for his home race. Charles came over and gave me a big hug, and waved at Carlos on his way out – albeit a little coldly. 
Carlos and I finished our coffees in silence – a smug silence for him and a mortified silence for me, and then we headed towards my parking garage. As we arrived at my Volkswagen Beatle, Carlos turned to me, a little horrified. 
“I’m sorry, what the fuck is this?” He asked, some amusement –but mostly horror – in his voice. 
“This is a car,” I deadpanned back, getting into the drivers seat. Carlos just stood by the passenger door, a look of disbelief on his face. I think in that moment I can say I actually had stunned Carlos Sainz into silence, and I felt quite victorious. 
Georgia 2: Carlos 0 
As we arrived at the make shift Monaco paddock, the place was buzzing with people, more so than I expected for a Thursday. I parked the Bugatti in the assigned parking garage, and hand in hand with Carlos, walked through the VIP areas and into the main area with the garages. We took some selfies with fans and waved to the Netflix cameras like we were instructed. Netflix had apparently picked up on our relationship, and had decided they were to interview Carlos and I in the next couple of weeks.
Carlos walked me to the Bugatti garage and just as he was about to leave, Isabelle called us both over with just a wave of her hand. Carlos turned to look at me, just a little nervous. Isabelle had quite the reputation in the paddock, and even though she was Mattia’s wife, I always felt like Carlos was still very terrified of her. Mattia was a piece of cake compared to dealing with Isabelle. I took a small amount of pleasure in seeing him squirm as we walked towards her office.
Before we walked in, I took a big breath and put on my biggest I’m not hungover, don’t be silly Isabelle face I could muster.
Isabelle looked up at us as we walked in and scrunched her nose, clearly assessing the two of us. “Had to much to drink last night, Georgie?” she asked – a clear tone of disapproval in her voice. I could hear Carlos let out a small giggle before Isabelle turned to him and chastised, “Don’t look so smug Carlos. Takes one to know one.” And with that, we both sat down quietly. 
Isabelle 1: Carlos 1
Not too soon after both Lizzie, Lorenzo and Lily filtered into the office followed by Mattia and Coco. What was this, a party at the Bugatti paddock? Guess someone forgot my invite.
“So, I have called you all here because Netflix have asked to do a segment on Carlos and Georgia. Apparently F1’s newest dating couple will be good ratings,” Isabelle announced. “As much as I would like to push back on this, I think it would be a bad look for the team. Netflix are very good at intruding, and if we don’t agree, then we won’t be able to control the narrative. They’re going to add this into the next season regardless, might as well be a part of that.” 
I cringed a bit. I had never dreamed of being on TV, hell I think the idea of being on the next season just as a driver was infuriating, never mind as someone’s girlfriend. While I hated media events, Netflix was worse – because I knew this would be readily available to millions of people across the globe. 
I felt Carlos shift a bit in his seat next to me; I had expected him to be pleased about this, but his face was a different story, which intrigued me. Was it because he knew we were going to break up at the end of the season and he didn’t want the embarrassment? 
Probably. 
There was a silence in the air, as if no one knew what to say. Putting a fake relationship on in the paddock was one thing, presenting it to the world in a huge national tv show was another. After a few more minutes Isabelle dismissed both Carlos and I, neither of us truly knowing what to say.
Will deal with that after Monaco, I thought to myself.
Saturday Qualifying - Georgia POV
When I woke up Saturday morning, I heard the pitter patter of rain on my window. 
Well… shit.
Not exactly what I had wanted the weather to be. Rain days were good for the teams that were in slower cars, but I planned to be in Pole position after today, and the Bugatti car wasn’t the best in the rain. Or, to be more precise, I wasn’t the best in the rain. 
Still, I’d never backed down from a challenge before. 
Carlos and I got ready quickly on Saturday and headed to the track in his Ferrari. The rain continued to pour down, and as we got to the paddock, Mel, my race engineer, informed me that FP3 had been delayed by 30 minutes, in the hopes that rain would cease. I was unhopeful that the rain was going to calm down anytime soon, but knew the FIA were willing to send us out in pretty terrible, blistering conditions. 
Sure enough, as 30 minutes passed, I was loaded into my car and sent off on my way for FP3, to only be recalled back into the pits 20 minutes later after poor Checo had crashed into the wall, parts of his car flying everywhere. He was fortunately fine, but the FIA decided that FP3 was too dangerous to continue, so everyone else was called back in to see if the rain would calm down. 
As I hopped out of the car, Lizzie motioned for me to come over. “This might be a while, why don’t you go pop round the Ferrari garage, hmm?” I rolled my eyes and gave her a pleading look, it was cold and wet and I did not feel like dealing with either Carlos or my brother, but I saw Isabelle behind her give me a nod, and that was that. 
I grabbed Lily and we padded on over to the Ferrari garage, where we saw Carlos and Charles sitting in the garage area, playing chess. We walked into the garage, waving at Mattia on the way in, as we made our way over to the boys, who looked up as we approached. 
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Princesa,” Carlos said with a slight shiver to his voice. I looked down and he was wearing his Ferrari jacket, but still he looked quite cold. 
“Figured you boys would need some company,” I said sweetly, sitting next to Carlos on the bench. As soon as I sat down, Carlos scooted a little closer to me, linking his arm in mine and putting his head on my shoulder. I looked at Charles and Lily, a little look of shock on my face, which I quickly changed to a look of love. People were always watching us in the garages. 
Regardless of the fact that Carlos and I weren’t actually dating, it had become clear to me that his love language was definitely touch. Carlos was the most touchy-feely person I had ever met. 
Charles and Lily just smiled at me, clearly noticing my discomfort. “Awww,” Lily said, “aren’t these two just the CUTEST.” Charles nodded, his eyes turning to meet mine. Behind his eyes, I could see his mind turning – it was as if he had a second thought behind the joyful face he was giving me. Like he was evaluating the two of us, trying to piece together what he was actually witnessing in front of him. 
I did my best to ignore Charles as I looked down at Carlos and I’s hands, which were now intertwined together. Carlos was still staring at the chess board, clearly oblivious to the three of us around him. I looked around to see if a Ferrari social coordinator was watching, but no one was there. For a moment those pesky butterflies returned in my stomach as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that Carlos was holding my hand and snuggling with me, without any prompt from Coco and without any media around us. 
It’s as if he was enjoying my company? I tried to shake that thought from my head. Now was not the time to be getting sentimental with anyone, especially not he enemy. 
As the rain began to clear up, I heard Lizzie call for Lily and I to return back to the Bugatti garage. Qualifying would need to begin soon, and FP3 had been cancelled. We quickly said our goodbyes and I gave one last hug to my brother, wishing him luck – well, good luck on getting P2 of course.
Carlos POV – Qualifying 
The rain had briefly slowed down to just a drizzle and I had been asked to hop into the car since Q1 was beginning in about 5 minutes. As I slowly went out on track for my out lap, I could feel how slippery the roads were – even with my wet tires. The Monaco streets were old, and they didn’t drain well. 
I didn’t do as well as I had hoped in Q1, only coming in P5. Charles came P1 and Georgia came P2, only a hundredth of a second between them. As Q2 began, the rain had picked up a bit – but we were still instructed to continue, the FIA insisting that the track was dry enough. Within 1 minute of starting Valtteri Bottas had spun out his car and crashed, causing a yellow flag to appear. The small wreck was quickly cleared, but this meant the teams had less time to get their flying laps in – and on a track like Monaco, that was a major problem. 
Still, I was able to squeeze out a P4 which would send me into Q3 of qualifying – where the actual pressure was on. Monaco surprisingly had a low pole to win ratio, and yet, every driver that took pole was the expected winner of the race. The track was nearly impossible to pass, and with the right defense, you could hold on even if you went way under your top speed. 
As we put in our flying laps, I could feel the rain start to get harder – the track was definitely getting more dangerous. 
“We continuing?” I asked my race engineer, who responded in the affirmative. 
I asked about the lap times and he informed me that Charles was still P1, with Georgia a very close P2 behind him. Still, she had time for another flying lap – and then one after that. As I expected, after the next round of flying laps, Georgia was P1 and now Charles was P3, since Max Verstappen had put in a solid lap, although after that lap his front wing took minor damage and he was asked to come into the pits. 
We were all instructed to do one last flying lap, and I was the 3rd car to cross over the racing line before time ran out. It was Georgia, then Charles, then me over the line – with George Russell and Lando right behind me, also on flying laps.
Last lap, Carlos, let’s make it count, I encouraged myself. I could see Charles in front of me; his precision and movements looked incredible, and I started to believe that he just had to take pole after this, it seemed like the lap of his life. I felt a little pang in my heart for Georgia. She was the current presumed pole sitter, and while I obviously wanted to take pole, a small part of me desperately wanted to see her up there.
But then as I turned the corner, I saw a nightmare unfold in front of me. In Charles’s aggression to get P1, he had hit Georgia’s car, and it was tumbling into the corner before the Monaco tunnel. Her car did two turns, before fortunately landing back on its wheels, hitting the barrier. Charles’s car stopped right before it could go into Georgia’s car, leaving the two of them sitting ducks. As I watched the wreck in front of me, I felt a huge pang of fear in the pit of my stomach; even if the safety on Formula 1 cars was the best it had ever been, there was always a risk when we raced. 
I immediately slammed on the breaks, got out of the car and ran towards Georgia’s car, ignoring Charles as he was already climbing out of his car. She wasn’t getting out of the car, and that had me worried; she had hit the barrier extremely hard.  
I approached the cockpit of the car, Georgia still was not making a move to get out of the car. I started to pull her out of it, and she began to move a bit more. I wasn’t sure if she was actually injured, or just in shock, but I wanted to get her out of this car before any potential engine fire could happen. 
I could feel Charles come up behind me, attempting to push me out of the way so he could get to his sister. I stood my ground, turning my back to him so I could get a better grip on Georgia’s shoulders as I pulled her free from the racing seat. 
She held onto me, still not saying a word, as I felt her wobble a bit, using my body for balance. I put my arms around her and pulled her into me. In that moment, it felt like time had stopped – for just that moment, I felt like Georgia and I were the only people in Monaco. 
She then looked up at me and I could see her eyes through her racing helmer look deeply into mine. A tear slid down her eye – I couldn’t see her whole face, but I knew that was a look of utter despair. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces as I looked around and saw debris of her Bugatti all around her.
Still, I took a deep breath, because while her car was damaged, she was alright. 
I stumbled back a bit as I felt Charles grab his sister, turning her to him. He had taken off his helmet and he was pulling hers off, demanding to know if she was alright – although the look on his face was one of anger. Georgia took a step back and took her helmet off, taking a deep breath, before picking up her pointer finger and poking Charles into the chest. In that moment, I wasn’t sure which Leclerc twin had the scarier look on their face. They looked as though they were about to enter into a boxing ring. 
“You fucking idiot!” Georgia spat out at Charles – there was nothing but rage in her eyes, just rage and fury. Lando stepped forward, putting his hand on Georgia’s chest, as if to signal she should take a moment to breath. 
“Me? Why were you driving like an absolute Moron, blocking my flying lap?” He demanded, squaring up to his sister just a little bit more. “Scared I was going to beat you?” he added, his voice laced with venom.
“Whoa, mate, let’s calm down a bit, ehh,” I heard George say to Charles. “Your sisters just had quite an accident, let’s get her to the medical tent.” George went to put his hand out to Georgia, but she just ignored him, still staring at her brother. We must have looked like quite a site to the fans, the 5 of us drivers now all standing in the middle of the wreckage, our helmets off, arguing away. 
I heard the ambulance sirens behind us, and as the safety car arrived with the ambulance, we were instructed to hop into the SUV. Both Georgia and Charles were to head straight to the medical tent. As we sat in the safety car, no one said a word as we approached the make shift paddock. Georgia stormed out of the safety car and into the medical tent situated within the paddock. After a few minutes, I entered the tent. I saw both Isabelle and Susie hovering over Georgia who was getting tests done. 
“Do you think the car can be fixed?” Georgia asked in such a small voice I had barely heard het. There was sadness in her voice, and if I looked closely enough, I could see a tear form in her eyes. 
“We’re assessing the damage now. We’ll stay all night if we have to,” I heard Susie confirm. Georgia just nodded to her, her eyes catching mine. I approached the medical bed and smiled at her. 
“You ok?” I asked, nodding to the bruise on her arm. 
“I’ll live,” she replied simply. She turned to Isabelle and opened her mouth, but it’s as if Isabelle knew exactly what she was going to ask. 
“Yes, you are going to do press. You are on pole and you are racing tomorrow as far as Bugatti is concerned. Now, let’s get you out of this racing suit and into your jeans and a Bugatti polo. You’re expected at the conference in 15. Once that conference is done, I want Carlos to take you home and you are to go straight to sleep. I need you at your very best tomorrow.” 
Georgia nodded and stood up from the bed, stumbling a bit before caching herself. I grabbed her helmet for her and she gave me a small smile. I motioned for her to go before me, and as we began to leave the tent, Susie approached us. 
“Georgie, I know you are upset with your brother,” Susie said, taking a moment to pause before she continued with her thought, “and you have every right to be. I saw the recording, Charles was driving too aggressively and you never left the racing line. His race engineer did not give him enough space to complete the lap at the pace he needed to get pole, and that is on Ferrari. 
However –  the press are going to desperately want to see you both fighting. They’re going to want to turn you guys against each other, because that will sell their papers. Don’t give into that. As mad as you are, don’t give the media what they want. When you win tomorrow, you’ll get the justice you deserve. I promise.” 
Georgia stilled for a moment, and I heard her release a huge sigh next to me. I’m not sure what compelled me to do this, maybe it was the look of devastation on her face, but I reached my hand down to hers and laced our fingers together, giving her hand a tight squeeze. Surprisingly she squeezed back. 
I leaned down and whispered, “She’s right, you know. Don’t feed the bears – they’ll only come begging for more.” 
Georgia POV – Qualifying Press Conference 
As Carlos took my hand and squeezed it, I looked at him. For the first time, I could see that his face was laced with concern. Was he concerned I was going to beat up my brother? 
Maybe. 
I hated to admit it to myself, but Carlos staying with me and holding my hand made me feel immensely better. As I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes, my anger started to dissipate. 
Charles was having a tough season with Ferrari and I have no doubt that they had screwed up his qualifying strategy. Still, it was no reason to ruin my race. Charles was known for his competitiveness and impulsive behaviors, and now I was on the receiving end of those. 
Still, I decided to listen to Susie and kept my tongue to myself. No matter how much the journalist community tried to poke and prod at my anger towards Charles, I sat there and smiled – a nice, big Cheshire cat smile.
Wonder who I learned that from? 
END OF PART 1 - GOOD STOPPING PLACE IF YOU NEED IT!
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PART 2 BEGINS HERE
Sunday Race - Georgia POV
That morning I woke up at 6am to a text from Isabelle and Susie saying that the car had been repaired. The team had spent the entire night rebuilding the car and scrounging parts, and they had been successful. I had asked – no, begged – to be allowed to stay up with the team and help, but no one would hear of it. Apparently, I needed all the sleep I could get after that impact. To be fair, they weren’t wrong – I had gotten 12 hours of sleep, and I felt almost 100%. 
I had asked Carlos if he would be okay getting to the paddock early. My race nerves were on edge, and I felt like I just needed to be there with my team. I had training with Chris in the morning. My reactions needed to be perfect in Monaco. Mistakes were easy – and common. 
Unlike most mornings, Carlos was quiet this morning. I suspected he knew that I was not in the mood for chit chat, and while he usually ignored my pleading requests, this time he understood. As a race champion of his home race – he understood what I was going through. For the first time in a long time, Carlos and I truly had something in common, and it made our silence refreshing and almost comforting. 
My arrival at the paddock was truly madness. I thought it would be empty at 8am, but boy, oh boy, was I wrong. There were fans everywhere – waving the Monaco flag, and the Bugatti and Ferrari flags. I was shocked at the number of Bugatti flag there were. No words could describe how I felt about the turn out from my country. 
The next several hours were probably the slowest of my life. The rain had been off and on all morning, but it looked like we were going to have eventual ‘cloudy’ sunshine for the actual race. I still hadn’t spoken to Charles, and while I was still so mad at him, something in my heart told me I needed to wish my brother luck. We’d never gone into a race angry with one another. It was a rule we had. Formula 1 was so dangerous – too dangerous to go into a race angry at someone you loved so dearly. Charles truly was my other half, my twin. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text.
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I smiled at his response. I meant what I said – if Charles came out on top, I would be happy for him. The only thing more important than winning the WDC was my family. That wouldn’t change today. 
As 2:50pm rolled around, the racers were shuffled into our cars. The rain had cleared and it looked like we would race with cloudy, but rain free, skies. As the formulation lap finished, I hear Mel come on the radio. 
“Good luck GG – let’s bring the bitch home.” I smirked at that one – the F1 commentators already groaned when we cursed in the radio. Sometimes I did it just to piss them off, much to Isabelle’s annoyance. 
As soon as the five lights went out, I launched into the start of the race. Being Pole in Monaco meant one thing – the race was yours to fuck up. It was somehow easy to do; Ferrari had managed to screw it up several times for my brother. But this year I had something Charles didn’t have – an all female team with the undying desire to take home the race trophy all of the constructors wanted the most. This race wasn’t just about me showing off how good I could drive. Truthfully, Monaco was a boring track compared to many others. I didn’t need to be the best driver on the grid with the best car to win – many drivers had won with luck alone. 
This race was about showing how an all female strategy and pitstop team could also win the race. The race was won not just by the driver, but by the pit stop strategy and timing. 
Something which became very evident by lap 45. More than halfway through the race and I was still leading after a pitstop. My tires were feeling good, although I could feel they were wearing. As I came into the pits for a second set of tires, the front wing became stuck, causing an extra two seconds to be added to my pit stop time. 
“FUCK – what happened?!” I demanded into the mic. 
“Wing failure – just keep driving. We’ll make it up,” Mel responded. 
“We’ll need a fucking miracle,” I deadpanned back. Mel proceeded to respond to me, but I ignored her. I could see Charles in front, and at this point, I knew it was Ferrari’s race to lose. 
Still, I pressed on. Every lap of this race meant Ferrari had an opportunity to screw up, and I was on fresher tires, gaining speed on the back of Charles. Fortunately Max in P3 was too far behind for me to defend, so I was able to nurse my tires. Another 20 laps went by and it was now lap 65, just 13 laps to go. 
And then luck struck. Well, luck for me.
As Charles went into the pits to get his softs, his left tire had a malfunction, causing him to come out behind me in P2 once all the other pit stops had been completed from other drivers. I was in front again with now 8 laps to go. 
“GG…. Defend like the lioness I know you to be,” was all Mel said in my radio. 
And defend I did. I went through the next 8 laps with more precision than I have ever had in my life. I drove within millimeters of the barriers and set my eyes in front of me, not even worrying about Charles behind me. This was my race to lose – and no man was going to stop me.
As I started the last lap, I began to hear a little whistle in my car. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought to myself. This can’t happen now. I will push this car to the finish line before I DNF out of this race.
“Mel –noise – why?” I panicked, barely able to get out the words, and definitely not able to get out a full sentence. 
“Debris stuck in floor.” 
“Fuck – what do I do?” 
“Remember when we went to that stupid fair in Paris?”
“How is this fucking relevant?” I bit back. 
“We went on that silly go kart track and you were so mad you qualified behind me, so you just blocked the way for everyone like an absolute menace.”
“Yes…”
“Now’s your time GG. Be that menace.” 
And what a menace did I become. I could feel the debris getting more stuck, so I slowed the car down, and then did the unthinkable – I started to drive in the middle of the road, not caring about the racing line. I didn’t need to be faster than Charles this lap – I just needed to keep him behind me. I could see his car swerving, trying to get an opportunity to pass.
But this was Monaco. I grew up on these streets. The only person who knew these narrow streets as well as I did was behind me. As soon as the checkered flag came into view, I launched my car with all the might and power I knew the Bugatti had. I saw Charles right behind me, making one last attempt to get past me. 
But it was too late – I had crossed the line first.
I had won the Monaco Grand Prix, which Charles 100th of a second behind me. 
I can’t even explain the emotions I had at that moment. It was like every emotion I had felt in the last year, since taking this seat at Bugatti, had come up and hit me all at once. Tears started to spill from my eyes as I made my way into the pits – the floor was absolutely damaged, and that was going to cost the team financially, but in that moment I didn’t care. This race win was going to bring us the Sponsorship we needed – the sponsorship the team deserved.
I heard the radio turn on, “Georgie – this is Isabelle. No, this is the entire Bugatti team speaking… well done, love, well done. Also that’s P3 for Lily. Double podium today.” 
“WAHOOOOOO!” I screamed back into the radio. “This one’s for you guys. For every single one of you that stayed up all night on this car. This trophy belongs to you. You believed in me when no one else did.” 
As soon as I parked in the P1 spot, I jumped out of my car, hands in the air, classic window washing dance as I stood up in my cock pit. Soon after I had stepped out, Charles parked in the P2 spot and Lily parked in the P3 spot – her first ever podium. Apparently Red Bull had made an error on the tires, and Lily was able to sneak past him with a better change to the softs. 
I ran towards the Bugatti paddock and jumped into the arms of Mel, my race engineer – tears in both of our faces. Susie Wolff ran over, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a deaf-defying hug. As I walked back towards the cars and presenter, Lorenzo and Arthur grabbed me and gave me a huge hug – followed by Charles. My twin brother came up to me, grabbed my helmet, and pulled me in for what can only be described as an absolute chokehold of a hug. 
“I’m so proud, Peaches,” I heard him say over the commotion. “So proud.” 
I took off my helmet and fireproof cap and ran over to Lily, who was also celebrating with the Bugatti mechanics. Surprisingly she jumped up into my arms, wrapped her legs around my waist, and gave me a huge hug and kiss on my forehead. I chuckled and spun her around. At that moment I wasn’t sure what I was happier about – me winning, or Lily finally getting that podium she deserved, and in Monaco no less.
A double podium for Bugatti, there was absolutely nothing that could spoil today. 
As other racers started to come up to me, I looked for Carlos in the crowd. Finally, I saw him coming up the paddock walkway, a huge grin on his face. As he reached me, he pulled me into a huge hug. All of a sudden I felt myself being leaned backwards. I looked up at Carlos’ face and he had the world’s biggest, most smug grin on his face – like he had this a plan in motion that he couldn’t to see hatch. 
Before I knew it, Carlos lips were on mine, and I was leaning back, being kissed as if I was Cinderella, and Carlos was my prince charming. After a few seconds, he slowly lifted me back up and pulled my face to his, whispering, “Go and celebrate, Princesa, I’ll give you your real prize later,” he said in a voice much too sultry for my liking – well… maybe to my liking. 
He picked up his helmet and began walking back towards the Ferrari garage, a huge grin on his face. Before I could process what had just happened, I was being pulled towards the presenter and then the cooldown room. 
After the trophy ceremony was complete, I made my way back to the Bugatti garage to get ready for the press reviews. For the first time in the history of my Formula 1 career, I wasn’t the least bit nervous for the press debrief. Hell, they could tell me my car had caught on fire and I wouldn’t be able to do the next 5 races – I didn’t care; nothing was going to ruin this for me. 
As I was changing my clothes, Isabelle knocked on the door.
“Come in,” I called back to the knock. I was surprised to see Isabelle at my door. Typically, she was pulled into a constructors meeting after the race. 
“I have something for you,” she said in her thick Italian accent. She handed me a small bag with Bugatti blue tissue paper. I opened up the bag and pulled out a team polo. I gave Isabelle a confused look and she just chuckled at me – actually chuckled. 
“Turn it over.” 
As I turned the polo over, there it was. The words I had wanted to say since the beginning of my F1 career. Isabelle had taken my team polo and had the words “Triple Crown of Motorsport: 2022” stitched onto it. The words were sewn in beautiful lettering, clearly handstitched by someone with incredible detail and care. 
I looked up at her, my mouth wide open, unsure of what to say. This was possibly the nicest gift anyone had given me.
“Tha-thank you,” I stuttered out. 
Isabelle smiled, a lovely, pearly white smile. I had never really seen her smile before. She had a beautiful smile, with just one dimple on her left cheek. 
“Wear it to the press conference,” she said simply. 
With that she got up and headed towards the exit, but not before adding, “Wear it… and remind the vultures that a lioness has arrived at the paddock, and she has a bone to pick with them.” 
Sunday Evening  
The press conference had been an interesting one, one of the few press conferences that I think I would remember in my career. It was as if the press had no idea what to say to me, and that was fine. They asked the usual boring questions – about the strategy, tires, etc… but, for the first time in my career, not a single person uttered even a slightly personal or offensive question to me. 
Good, I thought to myself. Let them stew on that for a while.
The celebrations that evening had been some of my best. Unlike Wednesday, I had elected to drink less. I wanted to remember this day. I wanted to remember everything about it. 
Carlos had also decided to drink less, for some inexplicable reason. He had been a bit odd when we got back to my apartment after the race. He was kind, courteous, and most of all – he was quiet. Even at the bar, he was attentive when I asked him questions, but kept himself back a bit – as if he was trying to give me some room. 
Truth be told, I was kind of annoyed. I had won Monaco, and for some reason, he decided this was the time he was going to give me space. I had spent the last several races demanding it, and now, for some blasted reason, I was jealous. Jealous that he spent a good portion of the evening celebrating with Lily. Jealous that he, Charlotte, and Charles did shots together. Jealous that he seemed to talk to every single damn person in this club except his girlfriend. 
Well, fake… girlfriend, I corrected myself. 
His words rung in my ear, ‘Go and celebrate, Princesa, I’ll give you your real prize later.’
At around midnight I said goodbye to my friends and grabbed Carlos’ hand. “We’re leaving,” I demanded, albeit a bit too harshly at him. He quirked up an eyebrow, but let me drag him into the cab I hailed outside of the club. The ride to my apartment was silent. Truthfully, I didn’t know what to say. Was I acting weird? 
No. He was acting weird, I decided. But, why? 
The car arrived at my apartment, and we quickly shuffled into my living room. I was starting to feel more and more annoyed with Carlos. He padded on over to my fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and turned back to me, smiling slightly, “Well, what a good day – night Georgie.” 
And with that, he waltzed into his room. 
I. Was. Fuming. 
Why was I fuming? Not for any decent reason I cared to admit. 
Before I could stop myself, I marched on over to his room and flung open the door. Inside the room I saw a shocked Carlos, who had now taken off his shirt, just staring back at me. His eyes looked shocked, but the ever so slight turn up of his lip told me otherwise.
I decided to ignore that – for now. 
“What was that all about?” I demanded. 
“Hmm?” he asked casually, setting his water down at his bedside table. 
“You!” I yelled back, starting to raise my voice. “You spent the whole night ignoring me… by like, not ignoring me.” I knew I sounded like an idiot. I knew I should probably stop myself before I continued on, but I couldn’t.
“I thought you’d want your space,” he responded easily – too easily in my opinion. 
“Why would you think I’d want space from my boyfriend,” I gritted back.
“Fake boyfriend,” he added quickly. I could tell he noticed that my cheeks had gone a bit red. I had let that slip, and I was definitely a little embarrassed. 
I stuttered a bit, not quite sure how to respond to that. I had been caught. Caught doing what? Not completely sure. 
“What is it you wanted me to do, Georgie?” he asked. Carlos stood up from the bed he was sitting on and started to slowly move towards me. As he got closer, I could see the corner of his mouth start to go up into a bigger grin. 
“Hmmm?” he asked again, as if he expected a response. 
I took a little step back, still a bit unsure of what to say. What had I wanted Carlos to do? 
Carlos kept moving closer. Soon, my back was against the wall, and his face was mere inches from my face. I could feel his breath close to my lips, his left hand came up and cradled my face ever so gently, with just his finger tips. I saw his eyes flicker down to my lips, and then back up to my eyes, his brown orbs staring intently into mine. 
I bit my bottom lip as I watched him, letting it slowly leave my mouth. God, in this moment, Carlos looked so hot – so kissable. His lips were mere inches from mine and without a shirt on? He truly was the most handsome man on the grid. His shoulders were on full display and he was leaning over me. I tried to keep my eyes focused on his eyes, but it was next to impossible, not as he snaked his right hand around my waist and pulled my core into him. 
I wanted to say something sassy back. Hell, I wanted to say something back. But I was frozen. What did I want from Carlos? Truth was, I hadn’t had sex in a very long time and with Carlos being my fake boyfriend, there wasn’t exactly an opportunity to have sex with other men. Why shouldn’t I try it with Carlos? 
I mean he had been good in my dream… I knew he had to be even better in real life.
Carlos just chuckled as I stared at him, his smirk growing larger on his face. He leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Oh, cariño, I’ll let you get away with not answering me this time, as a reward for winning today, but next time I ask you a question, I will expect an answer. Only good girls get rewards.” As soon as his breath hit my neck, I felt goosebumps go up my body. His words should not have turned me on as much as they did. All of a sudden I had images flash in my mind of Carlos issuing me a punishment for not answering him – and all of the options seemed better than the next. 
As if Carlos was reading my mind, he turned his head back to my face, and pressed his lips against mine. I took my hand and placed it on his back, pulling him back into me, not that there was any need. Carlos had my body pushed up against the wall, our lips still connecting in a feat of passion. He put his hands around my thighs and tapped them, asking me silent to jump, which I obliged. 
Carlos caught me in his strong arms and turned around, opening the door, heading straight to my bedroom. Soon I felt my back hit my fluffy king size bed. Carlos climbed on top of me, his arms on both sides, caging me in as he kissed me deeply again. Already I was a panting mess. 
Carlos took advantage of this and pulled off my top, before going back down to my skirt waistband and looking up at me, asking silent permission to pull off my skirt, which I of course obliged – against my better judgement. I silently pushed that annoying  part of myself back down. 
This was my race win, and I was going to enjoy my spoils.
Carlos smirked and hooked his fingers around my skirt band, pulling it down rapidly. Before I could protest the sudden movement, he started to kiss his way up my leg slowly, paying attention to every mole, scar and scratch I had on my leg – kissing each one individually. 
Soon I felt his mouth get to my thong, and he pulled it aside, placing gentle kitten licks around my core – placing them everywhere except where I desperately needed him most. Carlos slipped a finger inside my thong and tugged it down, pulling it off me and then flinging it across the room like a sling slot.
I rolled my eyes at him in annoyance, which was quickly replaced with pleasure as he went back down on me, pulling my legs over his shoulders as he worked his way back up to my core, his lips once again kissing slowly up my leg. I whimpered a bit as he got closer.
“Carlos… stop teasing,” I demanded. All I heard was a chuckle from the Spaniard, but to my surprise, he gave in. His tongue slid up my entrance to my clit, and I sucked in a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I squirmed a bit, and I felt Carlos’ hand press down on my hips, keeping them in place and stopping my movements. Unconsciously I had begun to move myself on his tongue, hoping to get some additional friction, but to no avail. Carlos had me locked down – and damn, it was making me even more turned on. 
Carlos began to pick up the pace, working me like he was a starved man who had just been presented a feast. His tongue was fast and furious, and then light and soft. He would do this up and down, driving me absolutely mad with pleasure. His rhythm was incredible and when he stuck a finger inside of me, I was gone for. I was a moaning and panting mess above Carlos, and I knew the bastard was enjoying this, but in that moment, I couldn’t find it within myself to care. 
His mouth kept working me until my toes began to curl, and I could feel that usual electrifying feeling all the way down my body. I let out the most animalistic sound I think I have ever made as Carlos sunk a second and third finger into me, sliding them in and out of me, hitting that sweet spot inside of me, all while sucking and licking on my clit. Within a few more thrusts I was cumming hard and fast, shockwaves of pleasure were coursing through my body. Carlos helped me ride out my waves of pleasure as he licked up everything I had to offer. 
As soon as I came down from my high, I started to catch my breath and come to. I opened my eyes, and I saw Carlos right above me, a huge fucking grin on his face. He pecked my lips and then stood up, backing away from the bed slowly. 
I could see the huge bulge in his pants, and just as I was about to propose that I could help him with that, he uttered, “Now we’re even, Princesa,” with so much cockiness in his voice, he might as well have been the one who won the race tonight. 
And now, for the second time in our fake relationship, I was once again left speechless. Carlos put on that classic Cheshire cat grin, turned around, and left my bedroom. 
Had the bastard planned this revenge from the beginning? Of course he fucking had. I wasn’t sure if I was impressed that he had known his ignoring me would get under my skin enough for me to cave… or annoyed that I fallen for it like a complete buffoon.
Both – it wasn’t definitely both. 
Georgia: 2  Carlos: 1 
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