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His Maid, Competing

Summary: Spice is nice...Ah...Ahem, I'm sorry about that. I was talking to myself. A Phantomhive maid that can't make curry isn't worth her salt. Even the strongest attractor will be holding a curry favor with me.

Next time on Black Maid, "His Maid, Competing" You see, I am simply one hell of a maid.

Pairings: Eventual Sebastian x Demon!reader

@wintersdoll

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 4608

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Everyone's attention was on the royal newcomer, surrounded by her bodyguards with her butler beside her. "Oh, my word!" The announcer awed and bowed his head respectively. "Our gracious queen, her majesty and mother of England, Queen Victoria!"

The audience murmured amongst each other as she and her butler walked down the parted aisle. The viscount stood from his seat and outstretched his arms. The crowd joined in once he began. ♪God Save Our Gracious Queen, Long Live Our Noble Queen, God Save The queen♪ ♪Send her Victorious, Happy and Glorious♪

By glancing around, you noticed you weren't the only one not singing along with the crowd. Sebastian and Lau silently watched - Sebastian with his eyes glued to you. It was foreign to you. When you tore away your gaze from Sebastian, you saw that Ayani was even more confused when they began to sing. That's right, this entire event was foreign to her.

♪Long to Reign Over Us, God Save the Queen♪

By the time they had finished, The Queen was standing in front of her throne, with her butler by her side. He leaned down and she whispered something inaudible in his ear, before he stood straight and faced the crowd.

"Her majesty bids me tell you: I am so sorry I am unable to appear before you. However, I am in such perfect health that I may even enjoy curry again. My late husband was exceedingly fond of curry as well. I look forward to your food."

The audience erupted in a roar of cheer and it made you smirk out of amusement, especially when Ciel's face paled as he looked up at you. Well, a bets a bet. Right, young master?

The announcer looked back to the crowd. "And with that, Ali Cuisine!"

. . .

Soma looked up from where he sat at the sounds of cheer coming from the stage. "So it has started."

Flashback...

She then scoffed and looked at him as if he were an idiot. "How stupid are you?"

He looked back down at his lap with a sigh. . . .

You hummed to yourself as you tied your apron around your waist. Your eyes went to Ayani as she pinched spice after spice at a fast pace and combined it into her pan, making the crowd watch her intently.

"By joe! it's like that woman's hand has a mind of it's very own!"

"And it smells wonderful!"

West smirked and crossed his arms from in the crowd. "Ha. I paid for this. The hand of Kali. With her, I'm sure to win."

You chuckled and began to match her actions. West's smirk dropped as the crowd's attention turned to you. As you tossed certain spices into your pan, the crowd awed.

"And Funtom's not doing bad at all!"

"It smells amazing!"

West snarled and rubbed his chin as you smirked at him. That maid... The man beside him pointed at you as if you were mad. "I say! What is she doing?!"

You kept a smile on your face as you dropped pieces of chocolate into your pot of curry.

West laughed. "A kid's company. Of course they'd use chocolate. Just a bid for publicity."

You plucked another piece and paused to look down and lock eyes with Ciel. He shifted when you looked at him with a small blush on his cheeks.

Ayani stared at you and the chocolate with wide eyes. "He is wrong. That is a legitimate ingredient. Blending kakoule provides an aroma and bitterness and gives it a mellow, full bodied flavor."

You paused to stir it, then bring the ladle to your lips. You hummed in approval, then looked across at Ayani, who was still staring at you. "Where did you find an idea like that? You are a woman of England, are you not?"

You licked the curry from your lips and smiled. "It was an order from my master." Her eyes widened.

Flashback...

Sebastian smirked. "Well, there's a surprise. You want to waste a plate of sweets, do you?"

He glared at Sebastian. "Just drop it into the curry or something."

You wiped the excess chocolate from your lips and looked at it, then her. "I do his bidding. No matter how reckless his orders seem to be." You sucked the chocolate off your finger and smiled. "You see, I am simply one hell of a maid."

Her eyes narrowed. "You promised me you would play fairly."

You were taken back and put a hand over your stomach as you looked down. "No. I made a deal. I make no promises to simple humans. Be that as it may, I cannot go against an order from my master, my words are meaningless if they are against my devotion."

You rose your gaze to her. "Don't tell me, after all this time, after the crimes you've committed, you wouldn't do the same?"

A small gasp escaped her as you hummed with a smile.

Lau smiled as you put the chocolate in. "What an interesting choice."

Ciel closed his eyes with a sigh. "Damn. Y/N, what the hell are you doing?"

Your ears perked up and you snickered as you glanced back down at him.

Ayani's eyes widened as she saw you both look at each other.

"Such a bond between servant and master." She looked around in the crowd for any sign of Soma, and frowned when she didn't see him.

My prince...I knew you would not forgive me for this. She looked up with determination and bent down to pick up a basket. But that is exactly why I cannot loose. It is time. She grabbed the contents and pulled out a blue lobster.

The viscount slammed his hands on the Judge's table and stood with wide eyes. "It's the legendary blue lobster, said to only exist in the seas of Brittany! It's beautiful blue shell wraps around like a dress wraps around a woman. So perfect, so magnificent! And it's flavor is so perfectly exquisite! The sweetness of the blue lobster has been known to paralyze men before!"

West pointed at Ayani. "Exactly!" He crossed his arms with a smug smile. "You can't just add anything to curry. You see, mine is the truly sophisticated recipe."

Ayani stared at you with a snarl. "Whatever happens, I shall defeat you. Prepare for me! I have the hand of a goddess!"

You rose your eyebrows as she sliced, skinned, and chopped at an inhuman speed. You could hear the tiny screams of the poor blue lobster as it fell victim to the powered wrath of a goddess. "Oh dear, you are indeed a deathly determined chef. What a brutal cooking contest."

One of the other chefs adjusted his glasses and looked at Ayani with wide eyes and looked down at his curry with decreasing confidence. He glanced down and pulled out the bag of spice provided by the white-haired girl and sprinkled in the glowing purple substance. . . .

"Time up!"

You all stood opposite and side by side from the table of judges. "And now for the judging!"

"Up first, we have Parson Tub's beef curry!" One of the chefs took a breath and walked up to the table, unveiling his dish.

The first judge smiled. "The beef is thickly cut and served in generous portions! I say, not a bad recipe."

The second judge frowned and shook his head. "But the dullness of the flavor makes this a disgrace." He glared at the chef. "A professional chef using curry powder?"

The Tub chef's eyes widened.

The viscount swallowed the spoon full of curry and looked at the second chef presenting. "I assume that your company blends it's own spices, correct?"

The chef adjusted his glasses. "Um, yes, we do."

He hummed and looked down at the curry. "Interesting. There's one particular scent in here that I like."

His eyes widened as he adjusted his glasses again. The second chef scoffed. "But if that particular scent stands out, that means the whole dish is out of balance."

The viscount shrugged. "Well, we can give them credit for trying."

"Next, Harold West and Co.!"

Ayani stepped up and placed the dish on the table. "I am happy to present my dish." Once she uncovered it, it revealed a variety of curry recipes surrounding the prepared blue lobster placed in the middle. "Seven types of curry with blue lobster."

The second judge awed. "So vividly colorful!" He took a bite and his eyes widened. "Delicious! Perfect sweetness and the taste is like butter melting on your tongue!"

The first judge smiled wider. "On top of that, she's given us seven different varieties of curry!"

The viscount exhaled a moan. "Oh, this is you! The beautiful woman I met at the ball that night! The seven jewels that adorn your neck, the brilliant gold broach, the perfectly matching bracelet! Your pearls in sapphire, the garnet choker, the lovely cameo! And on your finger, a ring of diamonds and emeralds, all showing off your natural beauty!" He stood up, grasping his chest. "My love, you stole my heart right then!"

The audience awed at him, while you stifled a laugh. My lord, it seems Mr. Chambers never did forget the impression you left on him.

Flashback...

He sighed as you handed him his fan. "Are you certain I have to wear this? Serving the Queen is one thing, but crossdressing is something else entirely."

You smiled. "Master, you know the consequences of being the Queen's guard dog. You do want her to support your new Funtom company, yes?"

He narrowed his eyes as he snatched the fan from you, turned, picked up his sapphire dress and mumbled to himself as he stomped out of the room. "That still doesn't explain why I have to wear these jewels."

You smiled to your self as you glanced down at your ring. And you thought it wouldn't work...

"Extraordinary praise! Perhaps her victory has been assured!"

West grinned as he pulled his hat over his eyes.

"But we have one more competitor left to go." The announcer turned and gestured to you and your dish. "From the Funtom company!"

You walked up and bowed with a smile. "I do hope you enjoy what I have to offer." You lifted the lid and the judges all stared at it in confusion.

The second judge frowned. "That's curry?!" He stood up and pointed at the uncooked buns that rested on the plate. "Now, just what are you playing at, young lady?"

You smiled. "My apologies. Allow me to show you." You turned and placed the buns in a pot of boiling water.

They all stood up. "NO! frying?!"

The servants all stared at you in disappointment. Bard stood up. "What are you doing, Y/N?! We aren't makin' donuts here!"

You only hummed at their reactions as you placed the fried buns on the plate and turned to the judges. "There. They're all ready now." You placed one on each of their plate. "This is Funtom company curry." You bowed again and stepped back.

The second judge scowled. "Well I don't see any curry."

The viscount kept his eyes on you in confusion, then looked down at the bun. "Hold on a moment...look at that." He picked up a knife and sliced down the middle, which opened to reveal curry surprise inside.

The judge's eyes squinted. "What's that?"

The viscount stared at it. "Curry on the inside!"

Ayani's eyes widened as West's jaw dropped. "What?!"

You smirked. "The Phantomhive company presents our own brand of curry. Behold, the curry bun!"

The audience looked with a mix of surprise and awe. "A curry bun?"

The second judge picked up a piece on his fork and once he took a bite, his jaw dropped. "Oh, dear me!" His fork fell on his plate with a clatter. "This is wonderful! The bread covering the curry is crunchy, yet fluffy. Giving the dish incredible radiance and texture!"

The first judge's eyes widened in awe. "What's even more amazing is the structure, which traps in all the flavor of the curry! Cut it open, and it's all there!"

The Viscount let out a load moan of extreme pleasure as his eyes moved on you in realization. He stood up with outstretched arms towards you. "You are the lovely maiden I met at the soiree! By day, you appear to be, but a graceful, seducing raven. But by night falls, I see your beautiful face. Your true face."

He rounded the table and stood in front of you. "I want you badly!" He hugged himself and sank to his knees. "I want to embrace you, my love!" His arms reached out to you as the audience watched in adoration.

You just stepped to the side and glanced back. Sebastian had a look that appeared calm, but the emotions in his eyes were threatening. The eyes you would see on a child if someone else was playing with his favorite toy. For some odd reason, you felt your cheeks warm. Hm, must be the heat.

And Ciel, well, he just shuddered and hugged himself, earning a curious glance from Lau.

"Yet another raving review! Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a real contest here!"

"Y/N." You turned to Ayani, who was gazing at you with a look of anger and surprise. "Tell me. Are you a..."

The smirk you gave her triggered a glare from her, which redirected back from you.

"The judges will now need a little bit of time for deliberation. In the meantime, the guests can enjoy any curry they like!"

Once the curry was placed on a buffet table, the crowd attacked it like a pack of mannered hungry wolves. A majority picked yours and Ayani's curry. But, it was the servants that made a beeline for your curry.

You smiled as Lau, Ran Mao, and Ciel walked over. Lau slowly clapped as he walked up. "Very well done, I must say. Wouldn't you agree, my lord?"

Your eyes traveled to Ciel as he hummed. "Well, I didn't think you would take my words literally. You certainly had everyone on the edge of her seat."

"Yes." Your eyes moved off to the right, which made Ciel furrow his brows. "My lord, Ayani had a brief decrease in her confidence, which I believe served as a weak point."

"What do you mean?"

You looked back to him. "Her master was absent." You looked back to the right, which Ciel followed and sighed by seeing Soma standing in an empty part of the castle. Without a word, he walked over to him, with you watching.

"Y/N." You turned and came faced with Sebastian who had a smile. "Might I have a word?" That was when you noticed Lau and Ran Mao were gone.

You hummed. "Remind me to keep an eye on those two."

His smile dropped. "My, my. You don't even realize what witnessing another man speaking of claiming you does to me, do you?"

Your face fell. Oh damn, not now.

"To think of him embracing you. Well..." He smiled again. "It turns into me thinking of ripping out his spine."

"Sebastian." You mustered up the most serious face you could have. "Since you can't take a hint, allow me to explain bluntly." You licked your lips and took a large breath. "I will never be your mate. I do not want you and it will be a thousand years before I will even consider it."

"Well, I am willing to wait."

Oh, right. We're Immortal.

"That's besides the point. Listen, it's time to end this fantasy of yours—"

"In your eyes, it may be a fantasy." You gulped as he stepped closer to you and kept his eyes with yours. "But, I see how I affect you. You may think I don't, but I do. I cannot keep my eyes off of you. Your figure, your lips, your eyes, I want to dominate them all. Your being- I want to dominate it and claim it- claim you as mine. And only mine."

Your mind went blank as you tried to process his words and come up with your own. And once you finally could, you breathed out the wrong ones.

"Sebastian..."

"Y/N"

You turned when the Queen's butler called your name and smiled. "Yes?"

"You are Funtom's curry chef. The queen is surprised and delighted of seeing her old servant again, and for memory, she would like a curry bun. Would you be so kind as to bring one here?" His face was emotionless as the Queen clapped her hands together and gave a small nod.

You smirked and bowed your head. "Yes, anything for her majesty." The crowd watched in silent awe as you walked over and bowed before her, handing her one of your buns. "Here you are."

She pulled off one of her gloves and picked up the bun. You moved to stand up, but froze. "Y/N." A small frail voice came from behind the veil. She said only two words. "Thank you, my dear cat." You smiled and stood up.

Once she took a bite, she whispered into her butler's ear. He nodded, glanced at you, then straightened up and looked directly at you.

"The queen says: You have created something a child could eat without the use of a knife or a fork. In doing so, you have reinforced a necessary equality between our nation's children and it's adults. For that, I thank you. Well done. You have contributed to our great country, miss. Her majesty is truly appreciative."

"Don't make me laugh!"

All eyes went to Mina, who was bent over the buffet table. "Don't flatter yourself. Equality? The future? Easy prospects for the queen of a rich country to speculate on!" She stood up and spun around. Your eyes widened at her form, that was glowing with a purple aura and her eyes that were filled with hot pink.

"But what do you even know?!" She pushed off the curry on the table with West running up and putting his arms around her.

"Mina! What are you doing?! You're in front of her majesty!"

In response, she elbowed him in the rib, which made him go flying across the area into a tree. A swarm of officers ran up in an attempt to restrain her, but she knocked them to the ground. "Shut up! You don't know curry! It is a caste marker!"

The judges stood up in alert, while the viscount smiled. "Oh, my. Her legs move with such grace, her hips are amazing. I'm sure, this woman is the goddess, kali, personified! Oh, how-" He didn't get to finish as he was knocked over by a officer that she threw.

It was at that moment that several members of the audience started glowing, same as Mina. Ciel's eyes widened. "The Queen!" He ran forward toward the stage, but was blocked off by two of those 'possessed'.

They all turned to him. "That smell. That's hatred. Hatred and greed." They all moved to circle around him. "The stench of the impure!" One grinned. "Snuff him out. Kill him." Ciel's eyes were wide, right before they were all struck down by you and Sebastian.

You smirked as you twirled the ladle in your hand. "Well, would you look at that, my lord. It seems Kali has risen."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Really, and who is this 'kali' ?"

As another ran up, you swung the ladle, used the base to pull the man to the ground, flipped, and used the front to snap his neck. "Long story short, she is a goddess of India, said to have faced a demon that challenged her."

He laughed in amusement as he threw a set of knives to four approaching possessed men and women. "Well, it appears history is repeating itself."

Ciel looked down. "According to the legend, Kali carried around a demon's head." He looked up at the both of you. "Let's say you - Shall we disprove the legend, then?" He looked at the possessed and frowned. "I order you to stop Kali!"

Sebastian put a hand over his heart while you put the ladle across your stomach and bowed your heads. "Indeed, my lord."

Right then, a group of possessed tackled Sebastian, who kicked a few off and began to fight a fast approaching group. As you moved to aid him, you were pulled back by none other than Mina.

Her legs moved fast to kick you, and since you were caught off balance, she succeeded and you nearly landed flat on your back, but you stopped yourself with a hand on the ground, while blocking a punch with your ladle. You twisted around, kicked her up in her jaw and flipped around to land on your feet.

She sent several flying fists to you, but you blocked each one with your ladle. As this happened, you smirked. "Your fast, I'll give you that." You frowned. "But you're no goddess."

She growled, and yelled as she kicked vigorously towards your head. You blocked each movement and spun around to kneel and sweep her feet. She jumped, but as she landed, you sent a kick to her face, which sent her flying across into the table.

More possessed began to surround you, until a yell was heard, and they were all on the floor. Ayani smirked as she put her back against yours in a fighting position. "I shall assist you."

You rose an eyebrow. "Shall you? You seem to have more energy than normal. Did something happen to make you this way?"

She smiled with a light blush on her cheeks. "Yes. And now, my happiness makes me invincible."

You smiled and looked back at the three you had your ladle pointed towards. "Good. The two on the right are yours."

"Right!" . . .

The Queen's butler chuckled as he and Ciel watched you and Sebastian, who weren’t too far away. "You have a fine maid and butler. I doubt they will need my help in this battle."

Ciel looked back at him as the butler frowned. "A bit strange though, isn't it? This is all because of some spice. But only certain people are affected. If it's that evil, wouldn't more people go insane? Really, if you think about it, there is nobody who can claim to be truly pure of heart."

Ciel's eyes widened as he looked down at the spilled plate of curry buns.

As you took down another possessed, you paused when something caught your eye. There was a flash of pink hair that disappeared behind a set of trees. You narrowed your eyes, unaware of Mina, who was running straight for Ciel.

Soma ran and blocked them. "No, wait, Mina!"

You turned and noticed her while Ciel yelled at him. "No, you fool!"

He had determination on his face. "Come on!" His plan would've worked, if Mina hadn't of slipped on a skinned blue lobster on the floor and collided with it.

Ayani's eyes widened. "My prince!"

"Y/N, Sebastian!" You both stopped and looked at Ciel. "The buns. Feed them the curry buns you made!"

You smiled. "Certainly." However, your ladle was grabbed by another possessed, and took you down with it. You head butted him and looked back at Sebastian. "Sebastian, you may want to feed this gentleman first."

He flung a curry bun towards you, and ducked, allowing it to instead invade the man's mouth as he fell to the floor.

Ciel stood afar and watched as you and Sebastian continued to throw curry buns at the possessed and scoffed to himself. 'Curry cooked by a demon. And it makes people happy. What an utter joke. And how utter liking. But, if she chose to infuse her dish with kindness and happiness, that's what they will get.'

You soared down and threw a bun at Mina, who still lied on the floor. "Madame." She let out a groan, but was silenced by the bun. As you landed, you both looked around and saw the possessed stopped glowing and sunk to the floor with headaches.

You waited until they all returned to normal, then you dropped the ladle. And as you looked up, you saw them. She grinned once you saw her and gave a mocking wave, while he smirked as he rubbed his chin and looked you up and down.

You narrowed your eyes and snarled.

"The queen bids me tell you."

You looked back at the queens butler for a second, before looking back, but they were already gone. With a scoff, you turned and walked away.

"The goodness of your curry buns has defeated the evil of the demon spice and healed those who had afflicted. Therefore, the winner for the royal warrant has been decided." . . .

You all watched as they carried stretchers of those who fell victim and were severely hurt or killed by you, Sebastian, and Ayani.

"How will they be treated?" Ciel asked.

The queen's butler smiled. "They won't be treated badly." He turned to Ciel. "Thank you. You have done very well today. I congratulate you on your success of obtaining a royal warrant." He looked back at the queen, who was surrounded by her bodyguards. "You have made her majesty very pleased."

"She bids me tell you: I'm sorry for your hardship. But know I have been watching your work closely. I am in the light as you are in the shadows. Though our positions are different, we strive for the same thing." He stopped to bow towards him. "I ask - can you please continue to aid her majesty?"

Ciel stared at him. "Yes."

He smiled. "Then I bid you farewell." He turned, and you all watched as the royals disappeared.

"I have to thank you too, Ciel." Ciel turned to Soma, who smiled. "If I would not have met you, I would be as selfish and bratty as I've always been. There are so many things I need to learn. All of England - No!- All of the world has much to teach me, and I am a willing student."

Ayani turned to you. "And I thank you, too." She knelt down to bow her head. "Your household has taught Soma and me many great things. What would we have done without you?"

You chuckled and knelt down, and with the hand not holding the trophy, you offered it to her. "Please lift up your head. I had my own reasons for my actions. You have absolutely no reason to be thanking me." She looked up at you with watery eyes. "The gods you worship are Kali and Shiva, they were able to realize their mistakes through pain, like you and Soma. You see? The old abbot is true - without pain, we can truly never hope for good."

She took your hand and stood up with a laugh. "I have learned my gods teachings through an Englishwoman. How embarrassing."

You smiled and walked away. "Nationality is irrelevant. All times and places are the same. Human nature is a static thing."

She smiled. "Yes, I understand now."

Soma's eyes watered as he embraced Ciel from behind. "Mina! My Mina left me!"

"Let me go!"

Ayani giggled. "I am very glad that we came to England. My prince and I both made friends ideally suited to us."

Your eyes widened. "A friend? No female has ever referred to me as that. You, Ayani, are the first."

Ciel growled in irritation as Soma sobbed into his back. "Go find a handkerchief!"

You smiled at them, but it dropped once you saw them again. You frowned as they disappeared into the sunset.

#sebastian michaelis x reader #black butler x reader #black butler fanfiction

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Frozen AU: “Untold Secrets” (Part 1)

Hans Westergaard is a lead manager of one of his family companies. He is currently living the traditional hard working, busy, and highly occupied lifestyles of the financially successful. He struggles to make his father proud and is in competition to with his 12 older brothers, who are managers and CEOs of the other family companies. They all compete for their father's approval, respect, and love. As Hans is hard working and accustomed to the busy lifestyle, will he uphold his family's name when a distraction comes into his life?

"...in just an hour, we will be landing in Los Angeles, California. Thank you for your patience,"

Without taking his eyes off of his papers scattered on the desk, Hans sighs softly and tiredly under his breath. There is no way he can be distracted now when he has yet another deadline to meet when he gets off the plane. With endless hours of signatures on contracts, filling out approvals, and scheduling appointments, Hans finishes with ten minutes to spare. With a sudden drop of his pen, Hans falls back in his seat and sighs loudly as he blows on his hair.

"Finally," he reaches for his champagne glass and takes a sip. "Done." Glancing out of the window, he can already see his home city's buildings as the aircraft descends from the sky. I'm so tired... he thought to himself as he gulped down the last of his drink.

"Mr. Westergaard?" Hans looks up and sees the flight attendant next to him with an open champagne bottle. "Would you like more to drink?" she smiles politely in a soft tone.

"Yes, thank you," he smiles tiredly and reaches out his glass. She pours it halfway and steps back, bowing politely before she walks back to the front of the plane. Hans sips his drink from time to time as he organizes his papers back in his folders, tucking them away in his shoulder bag.

"Attention passengers," the pilot announces. "We will be landing in a few minutes, so please take your seats and fasten your seat belts. Thank you for flying with us today."

"Ah, Mr. Westergaard. Welcome back," Hans meets with his chauffeur, Sitron, outside of the airport baggage claim. As Sitron takes his boss' luggage, he leads the way to the car a few paces away. Hans is already on his phone, answering any unopened emails and messages. They walk and, Sitron opening the door, Hans hops in the back of the car. After loading his bags, Sitron pulls out of the curb and starts driving to Los Angeles' Westergaard Inc.

After a few replies back, Hans locks his phone and sighs again, falling his head back on the headrest. "Long business trip, I assume?"

"Just like usual Tron, just like usual," Hans mumbles and grabs for a new bottle of water behind his seat. "International neighboring corporations are so difficult to negotiate with these days... I barely get to sign deals with them anymore because they're so hard headed. But I just do what has to be done..." He looks up at the driver's rearview mirror and sees his reflection. Hans just realizes how exhausted he looks; gray circles under his eyes and his hair a bit out of place. "I look like a mess,"

"Nonsense," Sitron chuckles. "Just take a nap until we get to the company. It will be another hour drive or so,"

"I suppose... I just have to be ready for this next meeting in two hours. Let's hope we can-"

"Look out!" Sitron shouts, breaking hard on breaks, sending Hans forward but saved by his seatbelt. Hans looks up in shock and nervousness. "Oh no," Sitron quickly turns on his hazard lights and unbuckles his seatbelt. "Oh no oh no oh no oh no..." he mumbles to himself, quickly getting out of the car.

"Sitron!" Hans calls out. The car door slams shut. Hans grunts in frustration and quickly follows him. "What happ-" he is cut short of his thought and stares at the accident. A woman laid on her side, groaning in pain with her bicycle toppled to the side, wheels still turning. A few papers are scattered from her open shoulder bag. "Oh my goodness! We are so sorry!" With quick instincts, Hans rushed to the lady's side. "Ms? Are you alright?"

With a groan and hand pressed to the side of her head, the woman painfully opens her eyes. "What do you think? Of course, I'm-" she looks up at the mysterious man and stares. "Um..."

"Ma'am?" Hans starts to show concern and worry. "Sitron!" he snaps his head back at his assistant. "Call an ambulance!"

"No!" the woman protests and sits up easily. The two men look at her astonished. "Re-Really, I'm okay," she smiles a bit to brighten up the mood. "My chauffeur just ran into you with my car!" Hans said as if what he was saying couldn't be any more clear. When he sees the woman trying to stand, he offers his assistance.

"No, seriously I'm okay. I'm great, actually," she looks at him with the slightest hint of blush and smiles timidly. Hans notices and does a low chuckle under his breath as he shakes his head.

"Well," he shrugs his shoulders and smiles tenderly. "Thank goodness," sighs in relief. The two lock in each others' eyes for a few moments before Hans snaps out of it. "Oh um..." he clears his throat and offers a hand out to her. "Hans Westergaard,"

"Joy Johnson," she smiles and shakes his hand professionally. The way her arm is angled made her shoulder bag fall from her shoulder, making her paper documents fall out all over the side of the road. "Oh, oh no!" she quickly got to her knees and tries to gather them all together. Hans and Sitron kneels and offers their assistance. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I would do if I lost these papers,"

"It's no trouble at all," Hans reassures. As the papers were all collected, Hans realizes the professional yet eye-catching business suit Joy is wearing. "Say, you weren't on your way downtown by any chance, were you?"

The woman gasped in shock then glances down at her watch. "Oh no. Look at the time! My meeting is about to start soon! Um... I've got to go," she snugs her handbag closely as she reaches down for her bike. "I've really got to go," she starts to pedal off but falls once more, this time catching her balance. Looking down at the tires, the whole front of the bike is out of place.

"Please, may I offer a ride? It's the least we could do for you since we've run you over with our car," Hans smiles, stepping closely, already handling the bike.

"No, really that's alright..."

"Sitron, please stash this in the back," By command, he comes over and quickly loads it to the trunk. "It would be no trouble at all," Hans reassures, looking back at her with sincerity.

Joy smiles timidly and chuckles. "Thank you," Hans leads Joy to the car, opening the door for her. With a slight blush, she steps into the back seat and Hans closes the door shut. The two gentlemen climbing in after her, Sitron pulls out of the curb and continues through downtown Los Angeles.

"Which way are you heading, ma'am?" Sitron asks from the front, looking in the rear view mirror.

"Oh, Arendelle Industries please,"

"Oh, what a coincidence. Our buildings are nearby each other. We'll be there in no time,"

"Arendelle Industries?" Hans asks, looking up from his phone. "You don't happen to..." A cell phone ringtone broke off Hans' thought and Joy hurriedly searches for her phone in her bag.

"I'm so sorry, excuse me," she turns to her side and answers it. "Yes, this is-" Joy's body startles and Hans can clearly hear a loud and irritated voice from the other line. "Y-Yes ma'am, I understand I'm-" she is cut off by more yelling. "Well, you see, on my way there I was... Yes, I understand. I'm sorry ma'am... Right away miss... Again, I'm sorry..." and with that, Joy sadly ends the call.

"Everything alright?" Hans locks his phone and discards it for a moment.

"My boss is upset that I'm late, that's all," Joy chuckles, looking back at him with a sad smile. His eyes soften in sympathy. "She has a strict schedule. And, of course, as her intern, I'm thrown around the office like a rag doll."

"That's no way for Elsa to do that to you, even though you're her intern."

"Well, it's the job that I was given so I can't expect anything less," she sighs. "Wait," Joy pauses, looking up at Hans in confusion. "How did you know my boss' name?" Hans falls silent, searching for how to respond back.

"Ms. Johnson," Sitron speaks up from the awkward silence. "We've made it to your destination,"

Joy looks out the window and sees her workplace. "Oh thank you so much, sir! This really means a lot," she sighs happily, already gathering her things.

"It's the least I could have done. My sincere apologizes for earlier, ma'am,"

"No problem," she chuckles. Hans can't stop staring at her. "Thank you, have a good day!" she opens the door and steps out. She turns back to Hans and smiles softly, reaching her hand out to him. "Mr. Westergaard,"

"Ms. Johnson," he stutters and shakes her delicate hand. Joy smiles again and let's go. Hans breaks a little inside as he sees her run through the double doors of the company. Hans reaches over and closes the door, then Sitron continues a few more blocks down the street.

"Should have asked for her number," Sitron says calmly, focusing on the road.

"Oh be quiet," Hans blushes, going back to his phone.

"Smooth move mentioning Elsa to her," Hans freezes in the middle of his messaging. "The next time you see her, she's bound to ask about it again,"

"I'm not going to see her again," Hans says smartly, leaning back in his seat. Although he didn't want to admit to himself, he really did want to see Joy again.

"Then who's going to return her bike?" Hans' head perks up and looks at the back of the car with the beat up bike still there. "We've made it sir," and with that, Sitron parked in front of the building, already getting out and unloading his bags.

I’m sorry for not posting anything in a while! I just got done with Midterm Exams & now I’m on Spring Break! ♡

I’ve been working on this multi-chapter AU for a while now & I really wanted to publish it. I hope it’s alright... Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for making it until the end! ♡

#frozen #fanfiction #AU #multi-chapter #untold secrets #hans westergaard #elsa #sitron #OC #imfrozentrash

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