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bluegalaxygirl · 2 months

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The Real Reason (KidKiller X Reader) P3

Plot: Ever since you started dating Kid and Killer, the captain has refused to visit any brothels. That wouldn't normally be a problem but the crew isn't aloud to go without their captains and first mates supervision causing the crew to resent you eventhough your not stopping the captain from going. Its time for you to force the reason out of him.

Warning: Sexual themes but no smut (NSFW) stuff, bad language, Violence, Death, Drinking, seduction, description of girls and Making out.

Reader is Female (sorry), Kid X Killer X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship.

P1 - P2

The sun's starting to set and most of the crew are drunk or passed out on sofa's around the Brothel but the place was unwilling to kick any of them out since their bringing in lots of money, those who are asleep have a buddy with them at all times since you out right told everyone you won't be holding their hand anymore and if they get in trouble then tough shit. It worked out well though, you can finally relax and have some fun with your two friends and get drunk until Kid and Killer show up. Wire's the most sober out of the three of you but he's still a little tipsy laughing at you and Heat playfully argue over something stupid. At this point you've forgotten what you were arguing about but the two of you were already locked in a pushing battle, sitting on your knees facing each, the two of you have locked hand trying to push each other over while growling and laughing at each other. Heat lifts his arms up pulling your hands with him almost making you fall forward almost hitting the sofa cushion but you manage to steady yourself and push yourself to be up right again. "What's wrong Tiny? Need a step ladder to take me on?" Heat laughs only to almost fall forward himself when you force his hands back down to shoulder level while leaning forwards a bit but despite being slightly drunk the stitched man manages to regain his balance and pushing back against you. "Sorry but you'll need a brain to win this match scarecrow" You tease getting him let out a chuckle, the two of you continue to bicker while trying to push the other over as Wire some times laughs at the comments you two make until the doors open and two sets of heavy feet steps walk over.

The three of you look over to see Kid and Killer walking over to your small group both wearing different clothes than this morning, since Heat is distracted you easily push him back earning a slight yelp from the scarred man before jumping off the sofa and running over to the two. Kid lets out a chuckle opening his coat letting you crash into the two of them where your hands wrap around their waist. The smell of their Cologne's fills your nose making you hum in delight, you can tell their both wearing the ones you got them, Kids being Cherry Punk and Killers being Amoris Punk, the two smells working perfectly together but you do notice a hint of iron there too. It's not unusual for Kid to smell of iron but it is for Killer which means they've differently spilled blood, it must be why they've changed clothes. You push thoses thoughts aside though looking up at the two of them with a pout a little mad that it took them to long to get here. "You took your sweet ass time" You comment with a huff as Killer wraps an arm around your waist and Kid pulls some of his red feather coat around you. "Sorry, we... lost track of time" Killer's shoulders shake as he tries to contain his laughter seeing your pouting face, the two know your drunk at this point since it's the only time you pout while your mad, but they won't complain since it's nice to see you relax. "I'll get you guys some drinks, Heat come help" Wire stands placing his empty mug down and grabbing Heats shirt pulling his friend up from the sofa and over to the bar giving the three you a wink on the way.

Killer gives him a nod in thanks before pulling away from the two of you and holding out a jacket for you, raising an eyebrow you take it but keep your eyes on the masked man trying to hold your pout. "Hopefully this will make up for us being late and keep the drunk ass holes away from you" The masked man runs his hand from your waist to your back before nodding to the jacket in your hands, looking over the jacket you notice the back has two big patches stitched onto it, the top one is the Kid pirates skull and cross bones while the bottom one is Killers symbol. Your eyes light up as a smile forms on your face looking over the hand made patches "This is so cool, thank you" You smile up the two while putting the jacket on, Killer's neck goes a little red as Kid laughs patting his back, the captain goes to say something only for you to jump up at the two and wrap your arms around their necks. The two quickly catch you and hold you up by your waist stopping you from pulling them down or having to strain your legs as you barely stand on your tip toes to hug them "Thank you so much, i love it. You two are the best" Kissing their shoulders and necks you keep the two close even though Killer is starting to heat up like a furnace under your praises. "See I told you she'd like it, You were worried about nothing" Kid grins over to Killer who shoves his mask covered face into your neck as if the mask isn't already covering his blushing cheeks, pulling away from the two they let you back on your feet where you place a hand on Killers mask where his cheek would be making him look at you "You made this? For me?" Your heart fills with warmth, its normal for Kid to make things for the two of you but Killer shows his love in other ways.

He's more of an act of service kind of man but you couldn't be happier, you've never had a hand made gift off Killer before so just like the stuff Kid gives you, you'll cherish it for life or wear it until its warn out beyond repair. Rubbing the back of his head the masked man turns his head away from you and nods, shying away from you but you bring him back to you by stepping closer letting your chest press-up against his as your hand guides his face back to you. Lean up you place your hand on his chest before placing your lips on his mask where his lips would be, his hand goes around your waist again as you linger a little before pulling away slightly to see though the holes and into his blue eyes. "Thank you, Kill, i love it" You smile seeing his neck go even redder but his eyes soften, Kid pats the masked man on the back before putting an arm around his shoulder with a laugh "Don't get all flustered now" He teases leaning into Killer's neck and placing a firm kiss earning a growl off the masked man who grips the captain's coat secretly pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. "And thanks for this, it's been working like a charm" You giggle running your fingers over the hickey on your neck earning a big grin from Kid who pulls your hand away from your neck to look it over "Good, i guess i don't have to worry anymore" He whispers mainly to himself but it makes you soften your eyes while bring you hand off Killers chest to place it on his cheek.

Kid grabs your waist pulling you over and into his chest before crashing his lips onto yours causing you to let out a small squeak at his sudden action. Killer lets out a huff of a laugh while shaking his head, but he's glad Kid is now relaxed enough to be in a place like this again. Leaning into the kiss you wrap an arm around his neck while the other runs over his chest, lightly digging your nails into his skin earning a gruff hum of satisfaction. Kid shoves his tongue into your mouth as his grip tightens on you earning a slight moan from you as you gladly let him do what he wants until he pulls away for air. "Maybe i should leave another just in case" The captain smirks down at you but Killer pats his back before taking his arm "Come on, lets sit, i need a drink" The masked man shakes his head at the two of you while dragging you both to the sofa. Flopping down onto the sofa Kid patting the space next to him while pulling you onto his lap letting you lean your back against his metal arm as Killer sits down next to his captain adjusting his long hair as to not sit on it the wrong way. Kid put his arm around the masked mans shoulders pulling him in closer to nip at his neck, your glad he's no longer stressed about coming here but you do wonder what happened back on the ship to make him act this way. He's normally like this behind closed doors but out in public it takes him either a few drinks or a really good battle to get him this affectionate, you won't complain or bring it up though since your enjoying it way too much.

With a relaxed sigh you lay your head on Kids shoulder as Killer grabs your legs and pulls them onto his lap letting his hand run up and down them some times grabbing your thigh or calf when Kid finds the right spot to nip at. The captain only stops when Heat and Wire come back with several mugs handing them out to the three of you, your surprised that even drunk Heat managed to remember the straw for Killer's drink. "Any trouble while we were gone?" Kid asks as he removes his arm from around the masked man to grab his beer mug and take a big swing, Heat and Wire both shake their heads as the two sit back down on the other sofa "Not really, We all made it quite clear that if they get into trouble its on them. Or as Y/n put it, Don't come crying to mama" Wire states with a chuckle, shaking your head you lean against Kid's chest keeping the beer mug on your lap for now "I didn't think they'd take me seriously but it seems they have" You state still surprised no one has started a fight yet, Killer squeezes your leg giving you a small nod glad that you've been able to relax and that the crew respect you well enough to listen. "So urm.... Do i dare ask what shape the Victoria's in?" Heat asks sinking into the sofa hoping it will swallow him hole but Kid lets out a chuckle and shakes his head "The ships fine, in fact i think it looks brand new" You raise an eyebrow at this while turning to look Kid over, his smirk is more sinister than normal, Killer sighs and lightly elbows the captain in the side before turning to you "What did you tell them?" You should have knows he would figure out quickly that you spilled the beans but at least he wasn't mad, just a little frustrated, Kid on the other hand tensed up a bit while his metal arm squeezed your side.

With a smile you pat Kid's chest to reassure him, you know he's worried you would have told Wire and Heat about what he said but you know better and you wouldn't do that to him. "I told them what the crew have seen saying and doing, thats all" The two relax at your words and Kid releases your waist a little before moving his face into you neck giving it a kiss, Heat groans kicking his feet up and placing them on the table while Wire grips his mug tighter "Those assholes" The two say in unison taking a swing of their beer "How many crew member's have we lost?" Wire asks with a small smirk as Kid pulls his head out from your neck to let out a laugh, his friends know him to well but surprisingly he didn't kill all of them "Only a few that refused to apologist and.... Kept saying stuff" The captain seemed happy at first but then his smile dropped thinking about how some of the new members of the crew thought it was ok to still call you names and accuse their captain of being soft. Killer puts his arm around Kid squeezing his shoulder a little "The newbies are gone but the others will be staying, although they'll be on clean up duties for a while, thats all we'll say about this" The masked man is clam like always but the three of you know that he's still a little angry by his tense shoulders and the way his hand is stiffly grabbing your knee, Heat lets out a laugh breaking the tension "That's perfect, I won't have to do the drains tomorrow" The stitched man smiles making light of the situation as Wire chuckles and nod in agreement.

Laying your head on Kids shoulder the group relaxes and talks about anything and everything while drinking and having a laugh, none of the working girls interrupted the group or tried to flit with Kid which made the captain very happy as he holds you on his lap some times attacking your neck with kisses or bite making you laugh and try to push him away. "Hay sorry to interrupt but i kinda need your opinion on something, N/N." Hip's voice makes you jump slightly and place a hand on your chest before turning around to look at the blonde girl leaning on the arm of the sofa behind you but her eyes are fixed on the surrounding room. Kid lets out a chuckle prompting Killer to jab his side with his elbow knowing what the blonde girls need your help with, Everyone on the crew knows that if they can't decide on something then they should come to you especially in a place like this. "The black haired girl or the pixie cut girl?" Hip whispers pointing the two out while slightly hiding behind you so they won't see, the groups head's turn to look over at the two working girls. The black hired girl has a few tattoos and a tight black dress showing off her figure along with flat black shoes, her hair's straight and quite shiny, the light bounces off it perfectly as she walks over to a table and places down some beer mugs. The Pixie cut girl has glitter shorts that show off the bottom of her bum cheeks and a tight crop top that really shows off her chest along with a gold necklace that hangs down and under the shirt, her high heals make her long legs look even longer as she leans against the bar talking to a drunk man.

Wire whistles while looking the two over making Kid lean his head back in laughter "Hard chose, you know how to pick em" The captain slaps Hip on the back making her almost fall into you but she manages to catch herself and rub her now sore back "Thanks captain?" She tilts her head to the side not sure if she should be thanking him for that. Killer sighs looking away from the two girls while placing a hand on your leg seeing your eyes scan and analyze the two. "Giving or receiving?" you suddenly ask not taking your eyes off the two girls until Heat speaks up with a laugh "Does that really matter?" The stitched man asks as Hip ponders for a moment, looking over at Heat you simply nod already knowing who's best for what. "Urm... Both" Hip finally answers looking over at the two working girls, with a smile you tilt your head back to look at Hip whose cheeks are slightly pink as she waits for your answer. "Black hair" You state making the blonde girl smile and wrap her arms around your neck giving you a hug "Thanks Y/n your the best" She happily says before pushing off you and running off to talk to the black haired girl, Kid lets out another laugh before bending his head down to your neck humming into it, his hand on your waist going tighter. "I don't normally question your judgment on this but are you sure? The Pixie cut girl seems way more relaxed around the girls so doesn't that mean she's more experienced with them?" Heat asks leaning on the arm of the sofa to get closer to you not wanting anyone outside of the group to hear, letting out a laugh you grab Kid's shirt keeping him close to you as he starts to kiss your neck.

Turning to Heat you try your best to explain your thought posses hoping it won't be too complicated or his drunk mind. "Yes i'm sure, Pixie cut is new, she hasn't found her style yet, and she's over confident to make up for her lack of experience, She's nervous around the men , yes but only sticks her chest out around them, as for the girls she's friendly not flirty which means she see's the girls more of observers than money in her pocket" You explain while enjoying Kids smirk against your neck and Killers hand running up and down your leg some times squeezing your thigh. Heat raises a brow before looking over at both girls again only to find the black haired girl and Hip were now gone, The Pixie cut girl however was with another group of men sitting on one of their laps with a sweet smile, despite her giggling he did notice slight tension in her shoulders and legs. "As for the black haired girl, she takes very good care of herself, clean tattoo's, silky hair, she's modest but some of her tattoos indicate she is or was a rebel. There's a small lump where her belly button is indicating she has a piercing there but her ears aren't pierced which means she likes to keep some things a surprise, so she most likely has a tongue Piercing or... other piercings" You state with a wink on your last bit giving him an idea of what you mean, his eyes widen at your analysis making you laugh and lean into Kid as he bites the hickey he left this morning trying to push him off you "Such a smart ass" Kid chuckles into your neck gripping onto you tight so you won't get away.

The others go back to talking as you smack Kid's chest getting him to pull away from your neck, you go to make comment but his lips connect with yours as his tongue pushes into your mouth. You let out a hum while moving your tongue with his but decide to act up a bit since he stopped you from talking, removing your tongue from his mouth you lightly bite his causing his to growl into you, opening your eyes they meet with his slightly pisses off ones glaring back at you. With a small laugh you let go of his tongue before moving over to his ear "What's wrong? Cat got you tongue" you whisper as his metal hand grips your waist as his other one slides up to your neck taking a hold of it "Behave" He orders bringing you back to face him, so he can shove his lips back onto yours, it's a much more forceful kiss but you can't complain, after a few heavy kisses he pulls away to glare at you again only for you to run your hand up his arm and over his hand thats still on your neck. "Yes captain" You whisper causing Kid to smirk while letting out a gruff hum while releasing your neck "Get me a drink" He orders liking the power he holds over you, leaning into his ear you place a kiss just under it "Yes captain" You whisper once again earning that same gruff hum as you stand up and head over to the bar ordering the next round of drinks, You only order for Kid, Killer and Heat since You and Wire don't want a massive hangover tomorrow morning.

Kid keeps an eye on you as you wait at the bar for the drink but is happy to see the drunks leave you alone as soon as they see the patches on your jacket, Killer puts an arm around Kid trying to bring his attention back to the group instead of worrying about you. Its seems to work since Wire gets the captain hooked into a conversation as you come back the with drinks handing them out to the others. Before you can sit down Killer pats his lap then holding his hand out to you wanting your attention for a bit which your more than happy to provide, taking his hand the masked man pulls you onto his lap as Kid pulls your legs onto his lap using them to lean on as he continues his conversation with the other two. "Hay baby" Killer whispers as his arm wraps around your waist keeping you pressed up against his chest, "Hay hun" You whisper back while wrapping your arm around his neck to lightly comb though his long blonde hair with your fingers, laying your head on his shoulder you relax into the man. "Thanks again for the jacket, i love it" You whisper after a short silence, his grip on you tightens bringing you even closer if thats even possible but it doesn't hurt, in fact it feels great to have him hold you so tight "I was working on it for a while, was gonna give it to you on your birthday but-" Killer stops talking instead letting out a soft sigh of content as you start to place kisses on his neck along with lite bites "No need to explain. Your too good to me, Kill, I love you" You whisper into his neck as the masked man leans into you wanting more of your affection "I love you to baby" He whispers back while squeezing your side, telling you not to stop the love your giving him.

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lovingmattysposts · 3 months

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You don’t know me 15

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pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you and chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

warnings: mentions of cheating, suggestive, fighting

It’s crunch time. And I mean really crunch time. This past week and a half have been the most stressful week of my life. Finding time for Chris, hiding it from Max. Trying to make up an excuse, without looking suspicious.

If you would have told me two months ago that I would be constantly cheating on my boyfriend for Chris Sturniolo I would tell you you’re fucking insane. But here I was spending more time with him than my actual boyfriend.

From the stress of this situation and my party, I was growing grey hairs. But the adrenaline from sneaking around was turning me into a junkie.

I haven’t even thought about what I was going to say to Max. How to break up with him. I knew it needed to happened.

Chris pinned my arms down harshly against his bed as his lips covered mine. I kissed him back as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

Like really needed to happen.

I breathed heavily against him as he kissed me passionately, lifting my hips to meet his. He pushed my hips down from his, moving his lips down my neck. I placed my hand on the back of his neck as he kissed me.

“Can’t leave marks” I mumbled making his lift his lips from my neck. He glared at down at me. “I’ll leave marks if I want to” He said before kissing me back. He gripped my sides, making me chuckle, breaking our kiss.

He smiled down at me. “Your ticklish” He smiled. I stared up at him. “You hesitated” I smiled and furrowed his eyebrows before I pushed him over and climbed on top of him, catching him off guard.

“Oh yeah?” He smiled. I nodded pushing my hair behind my ear. I leaned down kissing the base of his throat. “You can leave marks but I can’t?” He groaned and squirmed underneath me as I bit down on him.

“Hm huh” I mumbled as I dragged my hands up his chest. He took a breath in before pushing me back over and pinning my arms down.

I glared up at him. “You forget I’m stronger babe” He smiled down at me. I shook my head. He pressed harder down on my hands.

“Tap” He smiled.

“Tap what?” I asked shaking my head. He pinned my hands up before bringing his hands down and tickling my sides making me start to laugh and try to move from his touch.

“Tap out” He smiled as he tortured me. I gasped for a breath my cheeks hurting from smiling. “Chris!” I laughed. “Tap” he chucked leaning down and kissing my cheek.

“T-Tap!” I screamed making him laugh.

He released my hands, his hands trailing down my side, as I caught my breath. He lifted his head. “Ever thought of trying a new style?” He breathed quickly. I rolled my eyes. I pushed him over before straddling his waist. He looked up at me with hooded eyes.

“Why? You don’t like my clothes?” I asked leaning down and connecting our lips again. He kissed me back hard before pulling back. “I really hate it” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

“How about no more talking hm?” I laughed pressing my lips back to his. He smiled pushing my hair behind my ear as he kissed me. He flipped us back over and pressed himself against me.

“Is that new lipgloss?” He asked pulling back from me and rubbing his lips together. “It’s cherry” I smiled. He hummed pecking my lips softly.

He trailed kisses down my jaw and towards the base of my throat. I leaned my head back as he kissed me.

“So you know my party’s this weekend” I breathed. He hummed against my neck. “You’re coming right?” I asked. He paused before lifting his head looking down at me.

“Rich people parties aren’t my thing” He shook his head looking down at me. I furrowed my eyebrows. “But you said last week you would go” I frowned. He groaned rolling off of me.

“I said maybe” He sighed looking at me. I turned on my side looking at him. “Please?” I whispered. He took in a breath. “I don’t wanna go and see Max all over you” He mumbled blinking his eyes open.

I sighed and looked to the side.

“It won’t be like that, I want you to go” I said pushing his brown hair out of his eyes. He just looked at me.

“I’ll talk to Nate”

“You have to consult him about everything?” I chuckled. He nodded smiling. “I’m not going without him” He shook his head. I sighed and sat up. He just watched me as I moved.

“Nate doe, saying yes to coming to a party of mine” I sighed looking down at my hands then turning to him. “Why do I feel like I won’t see you on my birthday?” I said looking down at him. He sighed sitting up.

“I don’t want to see Max all over you” he repeated looking down at his hands. “You’ve never been a side chick before, you don’t get it” He smiled looking over at me. I pushed his shoulder.

“Chris”

“I’m kidding” he climbed over me and pressed his lips to mine again. He leaned up pressing his forehead against mine, his hands roaming up my side.

“Stop talking and kiss me” he mumbled pressing his lips against mine. It was so easy to melt against him again. “Chris, come” I said pulling away. He sighed and looked down.

“I was also kidding about the outfits, they aren’t my favorite but I always think you look beautiful” he whispered making me smile and shake my head. I sighed blinking my eyes open.

“Max won’t be all over me. I want you to go” I whispered. He just blinked at me.

“When are you gonna break up with him?” He whispered softly. I took in a breath. “When I can convince myself it won’t ruin my life” I chuckled. His face hardened before he pushed off of me. I looked over at him as he swung his legs off the bed.

“Chris, I was kidding—“ I said grabbing his arm. He pulled it back. “I didn’t find it funny” he snapped at me. I swallowed pulling my arm back. I looked down at my lap. He sighed as he turned to me.

“I just—“ he paused. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you I—“ he shook his head. I grabbed his hand. “I get it, you have to trust me. It’s scary I know. But I just need time Chris” I said interlacing our fingers.

“I need a time frame” He shook his head looking at me. I swallowed my heart beating. I took in a breath looking at him as he stared at me.

“Just a few weeks”

“One week”

“Chris”

“Y/n” he stared back at me tilting his head. I shook my head. “It’s a year long relationship” I breathed. He looked down at his lap and nodded before standing up off the bed.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea” He mumbled. I stood up off the bed, my eyes wide. “No, no. Chris, hey look at me. Chris—“ I grabbed his hands pulling him towards me. He stared down at me. I blinked up at him.

“Chris, come on” I whispered shaking my head. “Two weeks” He stated looking down at me. I looked at him for a few seconds before nodding. “Two weeks” I nodded. He smiled. “But you have to come to my party” I smiled. He groaned leaning his head back.

I took his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.

“Fine” he mumbled looking down at me. I smiled and pressed my lips to his softly. He pushed back attempting to deepen the kiss. I pulled back, he whined.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” I whispered looking at him. His eyes scaled my face. “What?” He smiled. I sighed wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Everytime we’re together you insist on pleasing me, but I never get to please you” I smiled looking at him. He smiled. “I like pleasing you” he whispered, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Well, maybe I wanna pleasure you” I smiled. He raised his eyebrows. “Do you?” He smiled. I nodded. He bent down before hooking his hands under my legs lifting me up, making me laugh before laying me down on his bed.

He attacked my neck making me laugh.

I pushed him over before straddling his waist and pressing my hands against his chest. “Hi” I whispered. He raised his eyebrows. “Hey” he laughed back.

I leaned down pressing my lips against his.

The door opened.

“Oh god, gross”

I looked up seeing Nate staring down at us. Chris grabbed my waist before pushing me off of him. I just looked up at Chris as he sat up.

“Do you knock?” Chris glared at him. Nate raised his eyebrows. “When have I ever knocked?” Nate glared at him. I just looked between them. Nate’s eyes carried over to me.

“Nice shoes” He chuckled looking down at my feet. I looked down at my shoes before placing them off the bed and on the ground, feeling my face go red.

“Nate” Chris said warningly. Nate chuckled and walked over sitting down on the couch in front of his bed. “Sorry, had to” He mumbled. I took in a breath looking up at Chris.

“I should go” I mumbled standing up. Chris grabbed my hand. “I’m sorry about him” he mumbled. I shook my head. “It’s okay” I whispered. He bit his lip.

I just just turned and walked out the room.

Chris pov

The door shut and I turned to Nate.

“Seriously?” I snapped at him. He turned and looked at me. “Sorry was I interrupting the affair?” He scoffed. I clenched my jaw as I walked over to him.

“Affair is dramatic” I stared down at him. He scoffed. “You’re not from here Chris. You don’t get it” Nate shook his head. I shook my head. “What don’t I get exactly?” I asked shaking my head.

He just stared at me for a second.

“Rich people marry rich people” he snapped clapping his hands together looking at me. “If you think Labraut’s wedding and baby names haven’t been picked out since they started dating, you’re delusional” He scoffed.

“Delusional?” I snapped down at him. He stood up. “Delusional—dumbass—idiot however you want to say it!” He yelled. I shook my head.

“There’s a pattern Chris. Guess who her mother married, rich. Guess who Max’s mother married, rich. It’s been going on for years it’s not going to stop because miss lollipop wants a rush of adrenaline” He shook his head.

“I told you to stop calling her shit like that” I mumbled. He scoffed shaking his head. “And marriage is a little intense isn’t it? We’re 17” I shook my head. He sighed.

“Chris that’s how it works here, if you think he’s not going to have a ring on her finger before she steps foot into a university you’re stupid, or just in denial” He shook his head. I shook my head looking away from him.

“She’s really got you pressed directly under her thumb doesn’t she?” He shook his head.

“She’s different”

“She’s not”

“She’s is!”

“She’s a Labraut! She’s not different!” Nate screamed at me. I took in a breath. “Wake up before you walk into a death sentence” Nate shook his head walking past me towards my bed.

“Or worse” he turned. “You get hurt again” He shook his head. I clenched my jaw looking down in my feet.

y/n pov

“She’s a Labraut she’s not different!”

I swallowed pressing up from the door and walking down the hallway with what felt like my tail between my legs. I looked up seeing Dan in the kitchen.

“Well hello again Miss Labraut” He smiled at me. I smiled softly up at him. “If I can call you Dan, please call me y/n” I sighed looking at him. He smiled and nodded.

“Y/n” He nodded. I sighed looking back at Chris’s door. “Should have warned you Nate was coming, sometimes he’s kind of a wrecking ball” He chuckled. I forced a smile and nodded.

“But he’s Chris’s best friend” He shrugged. I swallowed and nodded. “I best be on my way” I sighed looking at him. He nodded.

I turned pushing the door.

“Come by again soon-“ Dan said making me turn around. “I’ve seen less cigarette buds since you’ve been coming around” He smiled slightly at me. I just looked at him and nodded before pushing the door open.

She’s a Labraut she’s not different

I blinked at the ceiling. I thought I had more faith in myself than this. I had I had more pride and strength in my chest to look Max in the face and say the simple words “We’re over”.

I thought I had strength in my chest to say to my parents. I hate this. I hate everything about this stupid life i have. I hate these clothes, I hate these parties, fuck I even hate my friends.

The only person I liked was someone who came from nothing. The boy who had nothing, lost everything, was my favorite person that I’ve ever met. He didn’t have status, he didn’t have nice clothes. He was just him and that was enough.

It was weird.

I feel like he knew who he was and he didn’t have designer clothes, money, status. None of it. And he was like no one I’ve ever met.

Knock.

I turned my head before the balcony door was being pushed open.

I just looked as Chris walked in with a box in his hand. He smiled down at me. I smiled over at him. “Why are you laying in the dark?” He chuckled closing the door behind me.

I swallowed.

“Just thinking” I sighed. He let out a breath as he sat down on my bed. “About me I hope” He mumbled looking down at me. I smiled lightly and glanced down at the box.

“What’s that?” I asked softly. He sighed and looked down at it. “It’s your birthday isn’t it?” He smiled. I shook my head and sat up.

“Not for 10 more minutes” I said smiling. He smiled and handed me the box. “Well, happy early birthday then” He said as I took the box. I smiled and shook my head.

“Chris you didn’t have to get me anything” I mumbled. He smiled and shook his head. "It's not anything big" He shook his head. I licked my lips to stop my smile as I lifted the top off the box off.

My eyebrows furrowed as I reached into the box, picking up small plastic stars. I looked up at him in confusion. He smiled as he reached over and flicked off my lamp, leaving us in the dark as the stars started to glow in my hands.

My face lit up as I stared down at the stars. "Chris" I breathed looking down at them. "You stick them on your ceiling, you said you haven't been able to watch the stars as much as you wanted to so I thought you would like to see them even if you were just in your room" He said looking at me as I admired them.

I shook my head as tears brimmed at my eyes. I leaned forward placing the stars down as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. He chuckled from the impact, hugging me back.

I sniffled as I hugged him. He pulled me back looking at me face, his eyebrows furrowed.

"That's the nicest thing anyone ever's gotten for me" I whispered shaking my head. He shook his head. "They are cheap plastic stars Y/n, I'm sure you've gotten a nicer gift" He sighed. I shook my head, reaching up and wiping my tears as I looked down at the stars.

"I haven't" I mumbled. "Nothing that meant this much to me" I swallowed as my fingers moved the stars, that were meant for a child's bedroom.

He looked down at me. I gripped them in my hands as they shinned, lighting up my face.

"Is everything okay?" He whispered. I just looked down at the stars.

I didn't want to tell him I overheard the conversation between him and Nate. It was a private conversation that I snooped in on and got my feelings hurt. I just shouldn't have listened to it. I hurt my own feelings.

I looked up at him nodding.

"Thank you, Chris" I whispered leaning my head against his shoulder. He sighed as he pressed his head against mine, as we both stared down at the glowing stars in my hands.

Chris picked up his phone, shinning it on his face before he turned on off. He placed his hands on my sides before throwing me on my back against my bed. My eyes shot up to his as he climbed over me.

His face lowered to mine his nose pressing against mine as his lips grazed mine

"Happy birthday" He whispered against my lips. I smiled as I looked up at him. He just stared down at him with those blue eyes.

I love you

I swallowed. "Thank you" I whispered back. I couldn't tell the look in his eyes. I could guess that the look behind his eyes, one on side he looked like he was to devour me. The other looked like he just wanted to sit there and stare at me for hours.

I didn't know which one I wanted more. Because sometimes when his blue eyes looked away from me, it felt like my world was crumbling at my feet.

But then again as soon as I looked at those blue eyes for the first time, my world did. Crumble.

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voxsremotec0ck · 2 months

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Vox Masterlist Blitzø Masterlist Verosika Masterlist

• Polite Smile - Lucifer, Alastor, Vox, Angel Dust || sfw

↳ p2 - Sir Pentious, Striker, Husk, Blitzø

• Green Thumb - Sir Pentious, Vox, Lucifer, Husk || sfw

• Meet and Greet - Velvette, Adam, Vox, Blitzø || sfw

• Morning After - Cherri, Angeldust, Husk, Vox || sfw

• Hands Off - Lucifer, Vox, Blitzø, Adam || suggestive

• On Top - Verosika, Vox, Beelzebub, Velvette || nsfw

• What a Headache - Stolas, Verosika, Vox, Blitzø || sfw

• On One Knee - Vox, Luna, Lucifer, Lute || sfw

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storydays · 1 month

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Welcome to Heaven P2

(3rd POV)

*In Heaven Meeting Room*

"Heavenly people, what more do you need to see?" Adam asked, as the court room watch Angel and Cherri take shots. "The porn star chose a night of debauchery. That's not a soul worthy of being in Heaven!" He exclaimed.

"Um, objection! Are you really telling me you've never had a drink with friends at the end of a hard day?" Charlie asked.

"Uh, we don't have hard days. It's fuckin' Heaven, bitch. You seriously going to sit there and pretend like this behavior is okay? What do you think?" The yellow angel asked Vaggie as Charlie and (Y/N) growled lowly.

"I--I--I have to go to the bathroom." Vaggie stuttered before rushing off. "What, Vaggie, can't you hold it?" Charlie hissed after her.

"Angel will make good decisions! We have to keep watching! Please." (Y/N) pleaded. Sera sighed heavily before turning to Emily. "Yeah, I don't know." "Yeah, let's give him a chance." The younger Seraphim replied.

"Very well; the court will allow it." "Fuck, yes!" Charlie cheered, fist pumping herself. (Y/N) noticed the looks she was receiving and elbowed Charlie who quickly corrected herself. "I mean, heh, thank you."

*In Consent Club*

Angel tossed his head back as Cherri approached with more in her hands. "Round 12, mother fuckers! Heels are comin' off!" "Haha! Yeah, keep 'em comin'!" laughed the spider, reaching for another. "Come on, right here, right to Daddy." He giggled. "Oh, it is wonderful to have friends!" Sir Pentious cackled, tossing his head back, enjoying the sting of the alcohol.

"Everything's spinny, hehe." Niffty giggled, reaching for a little more. "Ha ha! I think you're done, tiny." Angel took the shot from her, giving it to Husk who downed two shots at the same time. "No! Gimmie gimmie gimmie!" Niffty whined, reaching for the glass.

"Oh, come on, bitch, she can handle a little more!" Cherri scowled. "She's like ten pounds soaking wet, and--" Angel defended before noticing the cyclops maid was gone.

"Oh, shit. Where'd she go?"

Niffty ignored the angry yells as she cleaned up group of men's table. "Dirty, dirty, make it clean." Niffty said manically.

"Dammit, Niffty. Sorry fellas, here, next one's on me." Angel threw a wad of cash at the men, rolling his eyes at how they fought over it.

"Niffty? Shit!" Angel cursed, seeing the redhead raiding the cleaning closet. "Chlorine....Bleach...."

Angel went to stop her, when Cherri stopped him in his path, with her hands on her hip. "Angie, the fuck are you doing? You're supposed to be relaxing, not playing nanny."

"Look, she ain't used to this scene. I-I just don't want her to end up in the gutter like I used to." Angel protested.

"Pfft, whatever, nerd. Just catch up when you're done." The pink haired Cyclops walked away and Angel snatched Niffty up. "Stop! You can't take that! God Niff, why are you bein' such a mess?!" He snapped.

"I-I'm the mess?" Niffty started bawling loudly. "Oh, oh shit! Hey, hey, hey...calm down, ya ain't a mess. It's fine, ssshhhh, hey, you wanna play with the kitty?" Angel panicked, before using his second pair of hands to rub soothing circles on Niffty's back and in her hair.

"Yeah." whined Niffty.

"The fuck is this?" Husk demanded as Niffty climbed all over him, and started pulling at his ears and eyebrows. "She's wasted." Angel deadpanned before smiling. "Just go with it."

"Re-really?! Ugh, get the--" He sighed, accepting his fate as Niffty started pulling on his wings.

"Ahh, hey, wow!" Pentious, who was clearly drunk, slid over to where Cherri was sitting boredly. "Hey, so, I see the club has a sex room. So I was thinking, maybe you'd want to uhm, do a sex with me?" He asked awkwardly.

Cherri snorted, suddenly interested. "I'm sorry, why would we have sex?" "Uh, uh, um.. because I'm having sex with everyone here!" He exclaimed loudly, yelping when a group of demons dragged him into a room. "Get in here."

Cherri shook her head, before perking up seeing Angel approach with Husk and Niffty behind him. "You know, we can do this fucking shit every fucking night! You don't have to spend all of your off hours, 'working on yourself,' you little bitch."She grinned, ignoring Angel's raised eyebrow.

"The hotel isn't a problem in his life, it's--" Husk defended before trailing off. "Valentino." Angel muttered darkly, looking off to the side.

"Exactly. So why don't you---"

"No. Valentino." Angel's voice wobbled as he pointed at the moth sitting with two other demoness's. "Yeah, I'm here all the time, they know me. You're gorgeous...do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? Ooh, I could make you a star..." Valentino continued to talk as Angel started shaking in fear.

"L-Let's get the fuck outta here, ok? Come on.---" He started to walk out when he realized something. Sparing a glance at Val over his shoulder, he quickly took notice of who was missing. "Where's Niffty?" "...Porn star. Okay, yup, bring me another drink or I'll fucking kill you." Val's voice carried over the party noise as Niffty ran over to him, giggling, "Bad boy. Hehehehe."

Angel, despite his fear, ran after her, muttering under his breath as he pushed through the crowd. "Excuse me. Pardon me. Get out of my way."

He quickly caught Niffty, just as she was approaching Valentino. "Holy shit, Angel Dust? What are you doing here, baby?" cooed the moth. "I'm surprised to see you not riding the prince's dick." he mocked, making a dick gesture.

"Funny." Angel rolled his eyes. "Who's this chiquita? You bringing me fresh meat?" Val asked, leaning closer to eye Niffty.

Niffty tried to bite him.

"Oi!" exclaimed Valentino, leaning back in his seat, allowing the two demoness's to lean back against him.

"I just want a taste." Niffty growled with a grin. "Ehh, weird, but there's a kink for that I'm sure." shrugged the pimp.

"Fuck off, Val." Hissed Angel, standing up, holding Niffty close. "Excuse me?" Val narrowed his eyes.

"I said, fuck off. I put up with your bullshit for the longest time, and I will never let you get your claws into my friends."

"You forget who you're talking to, slut?" "No, I know exactly who I'm talking to: An insecure piece of shit, who makes himself feel better beating up and taking advantage of vulnerable people and who is incapable of feeling anything other than greed, you , twisted, heartless son of a bitch." Val growled lowly, making a smoke chain appear, and he went to raise a hand to hit the spider, when suddenly a (f/c) chain pulled him to his knees, to be face to face with a shadow version of the prince.

" Did you forget our deal, Valentino?" cooed the Shadow Prince, tail lazily swinging behind him. The pimp gulped nervously.

"Ugh, n-no, never." stuttered the moth, as the shadow version of (Y/N) narrowed his red eyes before pulling the moth close to him, effectively gagging him. Angel, Niffty, and Husk watched with wide eyes.

"Hm. So you weren't about to put your hands on Angel? You're saying I'm lying?"

"No, Príncipe. Angel and I were just having a---" He choked when the shadow pulled harshly, before turning to the crowd. "Who here had seen Valentino raise his hand to Angel?" He called, raising an eyebrow at the many hands that had went up.

The moth was shaking from where he was kneeling as he realized his mistake.

" Niffty, dear." The shadow nodded his head, and Niffty snatched some fluff off of Val's neck. "Ow! What the fuck?!" He exclaimed. "For my collection, hehe."

"I think, Valentino, I let you off too easy last time. Until I return from my meeting, you are going back to the...playroom. And if you think last time was horrifying.." The shadow laughed darkly, watching as the horror spread across Valentino's face. "Just wait, motherfucker. Just wait." And with the both Valentino and the shadow disappeared, with the shadow prince's laughter echoing through the club.

"Fuck, that was kind of hot." Angel sighed, thinking of his fiance. "Good job, kid." Husk smiled, patting Angel on the back as they finally walked back to Cherri. "Uh, Niffty, what's the fluff for?" Husk asked. "For my collection, hehehe." She chuckled.

"Did you just call these cunts your friends? Thought that was my job." She chuckled, looking proud of Angel. "There's room for everyone, and ya know, you could come crash with us too." Angel smiled.

"Okay, look Angie, I'm glad this hotel shit is workin' for ya. But you know me, bitch. I'm doin' just fine. In fact, I'm gonna fuck the next guy I see, okay?" Cherri chuckled, starting to walk away before turning back to him with a soft smile, "But, if you need me, you know where to find me, yeah?"

She walked away, just as Pentious approached, panting heavily. "Is Cherri still here?"

Angel and Husk both pointed at Cherri as she walked hand in hand with a random demon into a sex room. "Dammit!" He exclaimed.

*Back in the Heaven courtroom*

"See! He did everything on your checklist! He was selfless, he stopped Niffty from stealing, and he stuck it to that moth man!" Charlie exclaimed proudly.

"Uhh, well, uh...then, then why isn't he here then? Hm?" Ace demanded. "Yeah, why isn't he here?" Emily asked Sera who looked away.

The court room started muttering uneasily. "Wait, none of you know what gets someone into Heaven?" (Y/N) spoke up, glaring as Sera spoke up.

"This questioning stops now. We know when a soul arrives, we know when they pass divine judgement. It is our job to ensure these souls are safe." Sera said firmly, as Emily looked at Adam;s list, confusion on her face.

Charlie stared in horror as Vaggie was revealed to be an exorcist angel, while (Y/N) watched the teal angel known as Ash carefully. He'd heard that singing voice from somewhere, but where...?

"I'm sorry, but this court finds that there is no evidence souls in Hell can be redeemed." Sera spoke firmly.

"Oh, fuck yes! I win. Suck it bitches!"

Vaggie and Charlie backed up, as (Y/N) stood in front of them, sword in his hand, ready to defend, as the angels approached.

"You better save the date, cunts." Adam smirked as Lute and Ash appeared over him, giving him an even more sinister look. Ash took his mask and hood off to reveal.....

"Archer?"

(Y/N)'s voice cracked, seeing his ex alive and grinning evilly at him. "Uh, the name is Ash. And we're coming to your hotel, first!"

With a snap of his fingers, Adam opened a portal that started to suck the three into it. "What? No,no, you can't--" "Oh, you mother--" Vaggie and Charlie both protested as they were sucked in. (Y/N) remained silent as he held eye contact with Arc--Ash who grinned darkly and flicked him off, before the portal closed in the prince's face. "Charlie! Don't give up on this! I'll figure something out, I promise!" Emily called.

"That was uncalled for, Adam." Sera scolded.

"Yeah, but did you see the looks on their fucking faces? It was... Ahem. Sorry." He cleared his throat before flying over to Lute and Ash, who had a quizzical look on his face. "Hey, what gives, asshat?" He asked the teal angel.

"The prince. He called me Archer...and I never notice 'til now, but he looks awfully familiar." Ash hummed, missing the looks the other two exorcists shared.

"Ah, don't worry your pretty little head about it, babe. Probably some demon shit." Adam shrugged, flying off, Lute following. "Yeah, you're probably right." shrugged the fox angel before flying off as well.

"Extermination, of human souls. Demon or not, there is no reason to be doing this." Emily snapped.

"They were uprising, Emily." Sera said, eyes glowing slightly in tune with her feelings, "It is my position as the Head Seraphim to protect our people at all costs, and it's your position to keep them happy and joyful. "

"How can I bring joy when I now know we are bringing misery to thousands of innocent people?" Whimpered Emily.

"Heaven needs us, Emily. Everyone looks to us and we can't doubt ourselves or worry about the fates of demons when we have our own souls to protect. Please, if you start to question, you could end up like Lucifer: fallen. I couldn't bear to see you suffer that fate. So please, let me worry about this, okay?" She pressed a kiss to Emily's head, "I'm sorry."

*Back in Hell*

(Y/N), Vaggie and Charlie collapsed on the hotel's floor, startling the rest of the hotel members from where they were lounging on the couches waiting for their return.

"Sooo, how'd it go?" Angel asked, going over to hug (Y/N) when he noticed the haunted look in his eyes. "Sweetcheeks?" He asked, kneeling in front of his lover, grunting softly when (Y/N) hugged him tightly, hyperventilating and sobbing. Angel's arms wrapped around him and he stood up, holding him close.

Without sparing a look to anyone, Angel quickly ran to their shared room and slammed the door, leaning against it, as he rocked (Y/N) back and forth, waiting for him to stop crying.

Eventually, the harsh sobs quited down to an occasional sniffle, but he continued to cling to Angel.

"Bambino, let's take a quick shower, get in our pjs, and then we can cuddle in bed. We don't have to talk--"

"No." replied the prince, voice heavy with emotion.

"Okay, what do you need from me?"

"Fuck me."

Angel's eyes widen as he looked down at (Y/N) who refused to look at him. "What?"

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, I don't want to remember anyone's love but yours. Please. We can shower and stuff after, but please...help me forget." He pleaded, wrapping his tail around the spider's waist.

"Bambino, I won't fuck you."

The prince started to protest when Angel ran a hand through his hair, "But I will make love to you. I love you too much to hurt you." "I love you too. I love you so much." (Y/N) whimpered before being pulled into loving arms.

#storydays #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #viziepop #hazbin angel dust #x male reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin valentino #princemorningstar

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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❣️!Loving rival!❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X Cherrie!

Word count : 7k

Summary: in which she’s a little over protective of someone who’s supposed to be her rival.

Or: Charles being completely and unashamedly in love with his ‘rival’. Or: moments between them caught on camera .

Charles was stood in front of the press after another qualifying session, having not done as well as he had hoped.

Glancing around the media pen to see who else was being interviewed , his smile dimming slightly when he couldn't find who he wanted to see the most out of the rest of the drivers , giving Pierre , who was also there further down from him, a little nod before looking back at the reporter with a smile .

The reporter noticed this and gave him a subtle knowing look, clearing his throat .

"Charles. Not as good of a session as ferrari would have hoped for today. How are you feeling?" He was asked politely .

Charles sighed quietly , sipping on the long straw of his drink as he tried to cool down. His hair a sweaty mess on top of his head from the heat .

"Er yes , slightly disappointed of course. Not what I hoped for but we can do better. We can learn from this mistake and hopefully overcome those errors ..yes, I mean, not what I wanted but could have been worse I suppose." He said with a nod , seeing his press officer give him a thumbs up from the corner of his eye.

The reporter nodded before smiling at him "the team that Ferrari was hoping to beat both got p1 and p2 in qualifying . With Cherrie coming first by what felt like a long shot .. she had quite some seconds on everybody else. Are you worried about that?" He asked him curiously.

Charles just laughed and shook his head, a little bit of pride filling him as he thought about the way Cherrie had wizzed around the track without any difficulty's whatsoever .

In fact , Charles was almost certain that she had gotten nearly every pole Position this season so far, if it wasn't her that was coming first then it was her teammate max.

He knew that with her being his 'rival' and the one th at he was supposed to be fighting it out with on the track, that he should be feeling a little angry and upset with her winning over him again.

But as Charles thought of the smile on her face when she had proudly high-fived her teammate and did her silly little dance of happiness , he could feel nothing but pride for her.

"I'm not worried .. maybe the team is but.. that's to be expected. Because redbull has become the team to beat, they are very fast and very powerful." He laughed a little . That was an understatement. His was certain that his team principal was just foaming at the mouth at them losing again them again.

But Charles just shrugged , swallowing another sip of his drink.

"Cherrie deserves this position. She's deserved them all in fact . She is one of the best drivers I've ever come across... as soon as your radio tells you 'Cherrie is behind you' you know that it's over .." he grinned despite himself , glancing down at his feet with a shy little grin. Laughing quietly .

Shaking his head to snap himself out of it, he continued to gush about her.

Not noticing the amused looks that he was getting from those around him listening to him proudly talk about his rival like she was his own teammate and not the one driver that was kicking his ass on the track every race.

"She's always been very quick though. Even when we were kids. I used to be in such amazement watching her all the time . The only reason she didn't win the championship the first year that she came into f1 was because she didn't have the right car behind her. But now.." he shrugged again with a proud smile.

"she's signed with redbull and look at what she's doing! She's winning and it's to be expected . I'm not surprised that she's faster than me. She's just - yeah .." he realised that he was still just stood their gushing about her and trailed off sheepishly , his press officer looking exasperated at him yet again boasting about his 'rival' to the world.

The reporter just chuckled "sounds like you have a very high opinion of her! I guess it's safe to say that the rivalry is only on the track? You have nothing but kind words to say abut her off it.." he said.

Charles flushed a little, grinning sheepishly as he scratched the side of his neck. Laughing .

"Yes, yes. I have not one bad thing to say about her , she's somebody that I admire very much-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence before they heard a familiar shout of his name from behind him, turning his head slightly to see the woman in question jogging over to him, ignoring her team telling her not to.

She wasn't supposed to be getting friendly with the 'enemy' yet she couldn't give one shit what anybody else thought.

Instead she gave Charles a sympathetic smile and wrapped her arm around his shoulders from behind , being an inch or two taller than him and taking advantage of it.

"What happened C? It was going so well and then they tell me that you're falling behind." Her French accent was thicker than the others, even more so when she was filled with adrenaline still.

Still in her racing suit and sweat dripping down her neck, she still wanted to see him and find out why he wasn't starting first with her tomorrow.

Charles smiled at a her a little , seeing the way she was frowning and looking upset on his behalf. She seemed even more disappointed for him than he was himself .

It was a little amusing for those around them to witness .

Cherries blunt and unfiltered nature coming out as her team watched on stressfully , all crossing their fingers and hoping that she wouldn't cause another scandal or scene.

She wasn't afraid to call out people or point out people's failures or bullshit to their faces , especially when it was somebody that she cared about.

Not that she would ever admit out loud that she cared about the Ferrari driver , he was her rival of course . The man that she fought to beat on the track.

She was just curious , that was all.

Charles sighed and leant into her side a little, enjoying the way she was comforting him without even trying .

"Testing out new tires and they weren't as fast. I didn't get enough time to heat them up.. but hopefully it will go better tomorrow." He tried to be optimistic but his own disappointment was obvious.

Cherrie just scoffed and gave his shoulders a squeeze, frowning at him .

"stupide! cela semble évident ! c'est le tour le plus rapide, bien sûr que c'était une mauvaise idée !" She exclaimed in disbelief to how his team just kept continuously fucking him over .

(Stupid! that seems obvious! it's fastest lap, of course that was a bad idea!)

Charles smiled awkwardly , glancing over to his press team and seeing them shaking their heads at him. Telling him to disagree and not let her bad mouth his team right in front of him.

Charles just ignored them

And instead let out a small laugh, wrapping his arm around her waist so he could give her a small side hug as subtly as possible. Wanting to hold onto her for as long as he could get away with.

"Not the best idea , no. But I'll do better tomorrow." He just repeated still a little upset with his result and team .

Cherrie was having none of it. She looked down at him in disapproval, pulling a face at him.

"This isn't your fault . It's your team that need to do better tomorrow, not you. You did great." She casually told him , paying no mind to the surprised look he gave her, his cheeks flushing at her easy defence of him.

Then she looked at the cameras and gave a smirk , laughing.

"This is why I did not go to Ferrari. I would have been fucked." She exclaimed , grinning slyly as she pulled away from Charles with one last pat to his shoulder .

Then she snickered , pushing her redbull cap down further on her head. Unzipping her race suit and tying it around her waist instead as she felt her press officer take ahold of her arm to pull her away before she could do anymore damage.

Cherrie made sure to get one last joke in "none of their drivers will ever be virgins before Ferrari fucks them all!" She laughed loudly , giving Charles a wink before allowing herself to be quickly pulled away.

Immediately Getting a scolding from her team. She just snickered like a naughty child that has done something that they weren’t supposed to.

Leaving Charles to giggle to himself , bright red, as he bit down on his bottom lip and watched her team try to get her to behave . Cherrie just running off like a naughty child as they chased after her with a loud, fed up groan.

Then he looked over at the cameras and grinned "she's very funny." Was all he muttered in amusement knowing that the group chat would be buzzing as soon as they saw the video of them.

Another video showed the helmet of the redbull driver tilt towards the Ferrari that was now stalled alongside the side of the track. A picture of cherries radio box popping up on the screen.

There was a static crackle before her concerned voice was heard over the radio clearly .

"What happened? There's a Ferrari stopped. Who is that?" She wanted to know , always having a feeling that she knew just who the unlucky driver was.

Her team confirmed it with a calm voice "that's Leclerc’s' car. His engine has failed. He's going to have to retire from the race. Just keep pushing Cherrie, you've got this in the bag." He encouraged her.

Cherrie did as he said, focusing on the track in front of her as she overtook another Mercedes car with ease . Yet she could only think about one thing.

Her voice was heard over the radio again, sounding more and more annoyed.

"That's unbelievable! What the fuck is wrong with them? Is he okay?" She asked them , sounding pissed off now.

Still managing to overtake yet another car as the announcer cheered that once again the two redbull were in the lead yet again.

Her team just sighed, knowing that she wouldn't stop asking until they answered her every question.

Especially if it involved Charles. She could never shut her mouth up whenever the situation involved him.

"He is okay. He's out of the car and getting a lift from the safety car back." They confirmed for her.

She just scoffed angrily on his behalf "fucking hell! They've fucked him again! Unbelievable!” She cursed loudly unaware that her radio was being televised for everybody to hear.

All she could think about was how upset and disappointed charles would be , yet another race ruined for him. And more points lost.

"Just concentrate on keeping position. You are currently p2 with max in front of you. Keep defending." He told her firmly.

Cherrie was still muttering to herself , the broadcast radio catching every word .

Including Charles who was back in the back room , watching the race continue as they showed cherries radio on the screen, watching her car easily keep the Mercedes from getting past her and max .

The camera zooming in on Charles previously upset face , now instead he was smiling a little to himself at the sound of how pissed off she sounded on his behalf, his cheeks flushing in colour as he tried to ignore the knowing looks being sent his way.

"Fucking Ferrari." She was finally heard saying , sighing loudly .

Charles just laughed beneath his breath.

Fucking Ferrari . He agreed silently.

Then the video cut to another scene where Cherrie had just won another important race , high-fiving max and letting him know how proud of him she was for defending her back.

She patted him on the back firmly before turning away, focusing on unzipping her suit and tying it around her waist , still breathless and sweating from the heat.

From the corner of her eye she saw Charles congratulating max , then all of a sudden she heard the sound of the stands starting to boo him and call him some not so nice names.

Her brows furrowing in disgust as she snapped her head over to the crowd and immediately shook her head at them in disapproval.

"Fuck you Charles! Ferrari is shit!" She heard someone yell towards him nastily. Others shouting their cruel agreements .

Charles just looked down at his feet and tried to ignore it, wiping a towel that his assistant gave him over his face , wiping away the sweat that was clinging to him.

Cherrie glared over towards where the voice had come from, pushing past people to walk over to them, clearly pissed off.

"Shut your mouth assholes! None of that!" She shouted angrily towards the still booing crowd that immediately quietened down when she yelled at them , stopping their booing of Charles quickly .

Charles gave her a thankful look , walking over to her hesitantly .

He gave her a small smile of appreciation. "thank you. They do not like me very much." He muttered to her with a small, uncomfortable laugh , feeling the dislike towards him and his team from the crowd of orange in front of them.

Cherrie wrapped her arm around his shoulder and hugged him, squeezing him tight .

"Then they're stupid." She simply answered him, pulling away to smile down at him.

Tapping the cap on his head proudly "you did very well. Almost caught up to me. Well done Charles." She praised him , impressed with his racing .

He had came p3 , right behind her by mere seconds. It was the closest that he had gotten to her so far.

Charles blushed deeply , smiling bashfully as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her another hug back. Aware of the thousands of people watching them converse between each other casually .

"Thank you! I am as surprised as you are! But very happy." He truthfully replied before following her through the crowd , their teams telling them to head to the podium to celebrate their wins .

Cherrie took ahold of his arm to pull him through the crowd , feeling his fingers search for hers for a moment before letting go of her hand when he remembered that there was thousands of people watching them closely .

She just smiled knowingly over her shoulder at him, laughing at the way he couldn't meet her eyes. Growing shy quickly.

"Are you going to the after party on the boat?" She asked him quietly , curiously.

He nodded his head yes, still gazing at her from the corner of his eye as they were handed bottle of champagne each . Giving max a small wave as he nodded his head at him again respectfully.

"Yes. Do you-" he hesitated for a moment before deciding to just for for it. The worst thing she could say is no.

Or laugh in his face and make him cry. Oh well.

"Can I go with you? Like- can we arrive together? We could get some food before we go too so that we aren't drinking on an empty stomach." He rushed out , glancing at her hopefully . His heart racing nervously as he waited impatiently for her answer .

Cherrie just casually nodded her head, giving him a knowing smile and giggling at his constant red face that never seemed to fade when he was around her.

It was cute.

"Sure. Sounds like a plan! Sick of driving in a Ferrari already?" She joked to him easily .

Charles just laughed , nudging her shoulder with his own affectionately .

"Honestly? Yes!"

Then they sprayed each other with champagne, laughing loudly as they almost slipped off the podium together .

Clinging onto each other joyfully as they yelled happily , the camera zooming in on the way Charles was stroking away the booze soaked hair from her face carefully , wiping at her eyes with the end of his shirt so that she could see clearly again.

"Most friendliest rivals I've ever seen." The cameraman joked.

Then photos of the after party were shown on the screen , zoomed in photos of Charles with his head on cherries shoulders, grinning up at her drunkenly as he listened to her chatting away to her friends.

His arm wrapped around her waist as he practically laid in her lap with Half of his shirt open , her long hair wrapped around his fingers as he tugged on it to get her attention like a needy child .

Then the next few photos showed the two of them dancing together , with cherries head thrown back in laughter while Charles held onto her closely , his face buried in her neck with a permanent drunken grin on his face .

Before the last few photos showed both Cherrie and Charles being escorted out of the party by a fed up looking pierre and max who were trying to get the two of them off the floor after they kept falling over together in a heap of limbs.

Pierre stood with his hands on his hips with pursed lips as he looked over at Charles who was climbing onto cherries back , getting a piggy back ride from her while they stumbled down the street, giggling like a pair of naughty children .

Before max finally managed to separate them when the fell over again into a pile of drunken limbs on the floor.

Max was holding Cherrie while Pierre had ahold Charles arm , looking exasperated as he watched his friend reached out in front of him and grab ahold of her hand , swinging it between them with a pleased grin on his face, loudly serenading her with a awful version of 'you're my best friend' by queen.

Cherrie clapping at him proudly as she signed a heart shape at him with her hands.

'Rival no more?' The headline read.

The internet went crazy for them.

Then the video switched to another clip a few months later that showed a replay of her teammate , max, accidentally hitting Charles's wheel with his own and sending them both off the track.

Then the camera turned to show the aftermath . Zooming in on Cherrie angrily pulling off her helmet and stomping over to her teammate with a look of thunder on her face , pointing her finger at him angrily .

"What was that?! Did you forget how to drive? putain d'idiot stupide!" She shouted at him loudly , giving his shoulders a shove as well.

(Stupid fucking idiot!)

Max looked down at her blankly , hands on hips , already expecting this reaction from his friend as soon as he realised just who he had hit .

In fact , max was surprised that she hasn’t punched him yet. Because anyone who even dared to hurt Charles or even upset him in the slightest, was immediately put on her list of people to punch in the face.

He pursed his lips at her, sighing in annoyance . "It was an accident . He shouldn't have come so close to

Me on a corner! That was the wrong time to try and overtake me!" He stubbornly snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a nose between a laugh and a scoff "that's the whole fucking point dumbass! This was your fault completely! You didn't leave him enough space!" She accused him. Having been right behind them when it happened.

Deciding to completely blank the part of her brain that knew that this was also Charles fault too. It was a risky move on his part, one that she would be scolding him for when she was done with max.

Max rolled his eyes bitterly , knowing that she was half right but not wanting to admit it.

"Whatever." He muttered moodily trying to turn away and walk away from her. Spotting a familiar red suit not far from them , not wanting a Scene to be made.

Too bad that he had forgotten just who his friend was. The biggest drama queen of the century.

Also Charles biggest protecter and unofficial bodyguard.

Instead she reached forward and took ahold of his race suit In her fist and started dragging him over to the Ferrari driver, ignoring him trying to get her to let go of him. Cursing her out loudly, everyone looking on in amusement at the sight in front of them.

"You are going to apologise to him max!" She demanded to him sternly , dragging him over to Charles who had now turned to look at the scene she was making with wide eyes , his mouth dropping open in shock.

Max groaned loudly , almost tripping over his feet as she gave him another rough shove in Charles direction.

Glaring at her unhappily "absolutely not-"

Her sharp glare quickly changed his mind.

Inhaling sharply and slowly turning to look at a bewildered Charles with a displeased scowl on his face .

“I'm sorry." He muttered towards him , crossing his arms over his chest unhappily. Not looking him in the eye as he sulked like a child .

Charles just blinked at him in surprise .

“what?" He blurted out. Eyes going between the two redbulls in front of him in both amusement and disbelief .

One looking like a pissy toddler being scolded and the other looking like a wrath personified .

Cherrie placed her hands on her hips and glared at her teammate darkly .

"He said he's sorry for nearly killing you!" She dramatised . Looking him over for any possible injuries that the medics could have missed.

Max immediately looked at her in disbelief "kill him? He only went to the side! He's fine!" He exclaimed.

Charles laughed a little. Reaching over and grabbing her hand, giving it a little comforting squeeze once he realised how worried she was for him.

"I'm okay. Just disappointed on missing out on points again." He gave max a pointed look , not happy with her teammate for not letting him through.

Max rolled his eye . "I said I'm sorry. But that was the wrong time to overtake mate-"

Charles scoffed at him , pulling Cherrie over to his side as she fussed over him. Grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from his face before pushing her bottle off water into his hands.

"That's my job! Honestly what is wrong with you mate-"

"Don't mate me-"

Charles glared at him as Cherrie ran her fingers through his messy hair, completely oblivious to their amused friends watching them with knowing looks on their faces .

"You're a reckless driver-" Charles snapped at him, leaning his head down a little bit so that Cherrie could put his cap back on for him again.

She paused with her hand on his head, narrowing her eyes at him making him freeze up , immediately shutting up at the look on her pretty face.

She was incredibly intimidating when she wanted to be.

"No he isn't. He made a mistake but he's a good river and that's my teammate." She scolded him with a frown bedore looking at him sternly.

"say sorry to max!" She then told him firmly .

Max's face turning smug as he grinned at him slyly "yeah Charles say sorry to me-" he laughed as Cherrie smacked his arm in silent warning for him to behave .

Charles looked at her in shock "Cherrie! Why should I apologise when he-" he cut his whining off with a groan when she just continued to look at him in disapproval , pursing her lips at him unhappily.

"Fine." He muttered with a frown bedore turning to look at max again. Gritting his teeth and trying not to smack the smug look off his stupid face.

He inhaled deeply and said "I'm sorry. You're a good driver and I know that you didn't deliberately try to kill me .."

Max's smile dropped . Eyes flickering between the two of them in disbelief .

"I was no where near killing you! Fucks sake. You two are ridiculous! Forget it!" He shouted , fed up with the pair of them. Stomping away before they could annoy him any further .

Leaving Charles to giggle to himself triumphantly , turning back to Cherrie with a innocent smile on his face.

He then wrapped her up in his arms and closed his eyes as he felt her hug him around his waist , rocking them from side to side .

"Thank you for defending me." He whispered to her with a smile . Sighing contently when he felt her gently kiss the side of jaw.

"Always." She pulled away only to give him a pointed look.

“But that was totally your fault. What were you thinking trying to overtake him at that corner? You absolute idiot-" she smacked at his arm as they walked away, starting to scold him now that max was gone .

The camera filming the way Charles was pouting to himself as she ranted onto him, despite the way he sneakily hooked his fingers around the race suit that was tied around her waist , pulling her closer to him.

Nodding along to her telling him off casually , a look on his face that told everyone that this was not the first time that he was being scolded by her .

Then another video appeared of them at a conference together, alongside max who looked more than fed up as he listened to the two of them giggle between each other, not paying attention to anything that was being said around them.

Cherrie was too busy drawing on scrapped piece of paper , Charles looking over her shoulder with a amused smirk as she showed him the little drawing of max that she had done , only he was wearing a Ferrari logo instead of redbull.

Charles snorted "imagine him in red." He shook his head with another little giggle , taking the pen from her and adding devil horns on cartoon Max's head, nudging her repeatedly to get her to watch , the both of them bowing their heads together , in their own little bubble of amusement .

She heard max clear his throat loudly , slowly glancing up from their drawings and giving a sheepish smile once she noticed that everybody was looking at her pointedly .

"Sorry? What was that?" She had absolutely no clue what had been asked to her , side eyeing Charles who was covering his smirk up with his hand, casually leaning back into his sight as he tried not to laugh at the startled look on her pretty face .

The reporter asked her again "If you could change one thing at redbull what would it be?"

Cherrie didn't even hesitate "my teammate. Definitely." She joked , laughing loudly when max just gave her a deadpanned look in return.

Charles was giggling beside her , wrapping a piece of her long hair around his finger and curling it around and around absentmindedly.

Max sighed "as you can see . Cherrie is a really lovely and supportive teammate to have." He drawled sarcastically . Smiling anyway . Used to the way that Cherrie always picked at him and joked around.

Cherrie nodded along proudly "yes I am. But honestly there isn't anything that I would change per say. My car is fucking amazing and a absolute beauty to drive . It's not us that's needs to change anything." She bluntly said , giving the Ferrari driver beside her a pointed look.

Charles just grinned and shrugged his shoulders a little , laughing quietly .

"Yeah I mean, we definitely have some work to do and lots to improve on but-" he tried to defend his team that was admittedly failing really badly lately.

Cherrie cut him off with a rolling of her eyes, nudging his shoulder with her own.

She pulled out a pack of gum and offered him a piece as she spoke loudly .

"You’re falling apart like the car is made out of Lego or something . I wouldn't be surprised if you were just left in the seat on the track while the rest of your car just rolled off somewhere. Honestly.." she grinned pitifully at him, patting his shoulder in sympathy.

"You're absolutely fucked . Have you thought about coming to the winning side?" She then asked him, smirking a little at him smugly.

Charles just gave her a look, having known that she would start taking jabs at his team at every little chance she got .

The two of them had gotten into many heated debates and arguments before, Charles always ending up in her apartment after every terrible race for him, ranting and raving to her about how unfair it was that all this bad luck seemed to be happening to him alone.

He knew that he really shouldn't have been discussing the failures of his car with somebody that was supposed to be his 'rival' and someone that he really shouldn't like so much. But he couldn't help it.

Cherrie never lied to him and never tried to sugarcoat the situation to make him feeling better temporarily. She just told him the truth and would bluntly tell him where he was going wrong and how badly his team was fucking him over.

Then she would also take him into her simulator room and show him how to correct his wrongs . She would sit with him for hours and show him different ways and tips to get past the corners better and how to avoid crashing into the walls completely.

She didn't care that she wasn't supposed to be helping him. That he was someone that she needed to beat on track. Not teaching him now to improve and how to handle his car better.

But seeing the misery and anger slowly wash away from him with each little tip of help that she gave him , made any of her doubts about helping him go away.

No one had to know that it was actually Cherrie, his main rival and driver to beat , that was the one that helped him win pole position last time after sitting up the night before with him and going over a different Angle for him to try. She had told him not to listen to his own strategist, to just pretend like he couldn't hear them over the radio and to just do as she had told him.

And well, he did it. He did what she had said and he won.

So yes, Charles felt more comfortable and confident in trusting cherries intuitions than he did his own team.

They helped eachother . She made him a better driver and have him great advice. Nobody has to know. It was their little secret, a small one among hundreds of others that they shared between them.

"I'd swap you for max any day." She suddenly told him in front of all the press.

Chewing on her gum and casually lifting her legs up to rest of the table as she stretched her arms out above her lazily .

Max gaped at her in disbelief "Cherrie! You absolute backstabber! What happened to me being your best friend?" He laughed . Amused by how unbothered she was. No filter on her mouth as usual.

She just shrugged . Smiling over at Charles who was flushed beside her. Giggling under his breath as he knocked his shoulder against hers again.

"You are a good friend max." She said to make him feel better before she then added "but I like Charles more. And I kind of want to see him in a car that could make him world champion. That would be very nice to see." She mused honestly .

Charles was flattered , wrapping his arm around her shoulders and giving her a side hug . Pressing the side of their heads together happily

"Aw. That's nice . You want to see me win?" He said surprised . She was his rival in the track after all. She wasn't supposed to be rooting for him.

But this was Cherrie and the two of them weren't normal 'rivals' in the slightest.

She just shrugged, blowing a bubble with the gum between her teeth .

"Yes. Me and max have already won . We're both champions. It's a nice feeling and helps boost your confidence and skills.." she admitted to him not at all bothered by the shocked looks she was receiving.

"I think that you deserve to feel that . And your time will come. You will be world champion some day and I just hope that it's sooner rather than later for you. I would really like to be beside you soaking you in champagne Charles." She told him matter of factly.

Having always silently rooted for him in her head because she knew that Charles did the same for her.

He always had supported her. Even when he lost and she won, he was right there to be the first one to congratulate her and tell her that she deserved nothing more than to win again.

He was amazing and there was nothing more Charles loved to do than gush about her to anybody that would Listen. So why couldn't she as well?

Charles was quiet. Just looking at her with a small , grateful smile on his gave. Lost for words by how casually she spoke about believing in him, like it was nothing .

As though her words didn't mean absolutely everything to him.

He sighed softly , leaning his head on her shoulder and ignoring the rapid clicks of the camera Around them. The press marvelling at the sight of the two rivals pressed together affectionately , his eyes never leaving her face.

"Thank you. I can't wait till that day comes either. We'll be up there together , yes?" He murmured to her fondly . Looking up at her through his lashes shyly .

Cherrie just gently knocked her head against his affectionately , smiling .

"Obviously. Just waiting for the day to come now."

Then the video flicked to a final screen of a completion of Charles looking lost without her , her name always the first thing he said when he walked into a room.

In Monaco. The camera zoomed in on him at the drivers parade , the bus slowly going around the track for the fans to see them.

He was stood randomly in the middle of them with his hands on his hips , a frown on his face when he looked around and couldn't see her anywhere .

"Where's Cherrie?" He said out loud to anybody that Could hear him.

Born Pierre and lando looking over at him with a knowing look on their faces. Grinning.

"She's over there with max." Lando informed him, nodding to the other side of the moving vechile.

The camera catching the way Charles's face lit up bedore he quickly strided over to her and wrapped his arm around her own, not even saying anything as he dragged her away from max mid conversation, pulling her over to the corner so that she would stand with him instead .

Max rolled his eyes exasperated "you can't keep stealing my best friend from me Charles!" He called over to him, unimpressed by the way he always just dragged her away whenever he pleased.

Charles just stuck up his middle finger at him, not paying him any attention at all.

Instead he was too busy wrapping his arms around her neck from behind, hugging her back to his chest as she waved out to the cheering crowds that they were passing by.

Cherrie just casually patting his arm and tilting her head to press a small kiss to his shoulder affectionately, not at all bothered by him dragging her away to keep to himself .

Then the video showed Charles at the red carpet to another gala , stood in the middle of the carpet as he looked around in confusion . Ignoring the flashing lights and shouting of his name around him.

"Where's Cherrie?!" He could be heard calling out, his head was turning in each direction to try and find her familiar face in the crowd of people around him.

The relief evident in his face when he finally spotted her further down getting her picture taken with Pierre and max, quickly jogging over to them and wrapping his arm around her waist with a pleased smile .

Cherrie just glancing up at him with a amused smile as he attached himself to her side , refusing to let go even when they were done taking pictures on the red carpet .

Ignoring everybody around them as he trailed after her like a lovesick puppy, saying terrible jokes just to get her to laugh. Looking proud of himself with each little giggle that she gave him.

Then the video rounded off with one last scene of Charles looking in awe and ridiculously proud as he watched Cherrie stand on the podium with glee, holding up the trophy of world champion yet again, beaming down at the crowd below her happily.

Charles had tears in his eyes as he turned to look at the camera next to him, sniffling proudly as he pulled out his own phone and started taking hundreds of pictures of her as she got sprayed down with champagne.

"That's my future wife! The love of my life up there!" He shouted proudly , not giving a single shit that he was letting the biggest secret that they had kept finally slip .

Too proud and too happy to care as he watched the love of his life search for him in the crowd below her, her face lighting up as she spotted him waving his hands at her like a crazy person to get her attention.

"I love you!" He shouted up to her grinning . Ignoring the gasps of shock around him at his sudden declaration . "I knew you could do it!"

Cherrie, as casual and unbothered as ever, simply winked at him and lifted the trophy in his direction with a smirk.

"You're next baby! Je vous aime! même si vous êtes un ferrari boy ! tu es mon garçon ferrari!" She shouted down at him , giggling happily as she blew him a kiss.

Charles pretended to catch it and placed it over his heart , tears of joy in his eyes as he looked up at her with nothing but love and proudness .

"Forever!" He promised her tearfully "je t'aime!"

Then the video cut back to the cameraman who had been witnessing their growing love right from the start.

"From rivals to lovers. Who would have thought? I definitely didn't see this coming!" He sarcastically grinned, amused.

They may have been rivals on the track but as soon as the race was over , Charles was straight into her arms again. Letting her take the wheel of love and drive it straight into his heart .

She was his ride or die. No doubt about it. She always had his back.

And maybe that was what he needed. A woman who wouldn't hesitate to put his team in their place and threaten them to give her boyfriend a better car this time, otherwise that she would be waving his team principal on a flag pole until they got it right .

She was the one . She was his person and his best friend.

He loved her. In every way. In every life.

She made him a winner everyday. Nothing was going to change that.

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