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Everybody Hates Neyo Round 2: Matchmaking Boogaloo

A/N: This is a standalone sequel to “Everybody Hates Neyo,” (NSFW) by @dystopicjumpsuit (that’s me), and “The Blacklist,” by the brilliant @blueink-bluesoul, who also generously let me borrow the character of Daria Trace (THANK YOU!). You don’t need to read those fics to understand this one, but you should because they’re great and they provide more background. I converted the Reader-insert into an OC because to be frank, she’s a piece of work, and I didn’t want to project that onto my readers. That said, as always, feel free to insert yourself into the story if you prefer; I haven’t described the OC beyond being a woman with hair long enough to pull.

Pairing: Commander Neyo x the Admiral (formerly Fem!Reader)

Rating: M | 18+ | Minors DNI

Wordcount: 6.5K (I know)

Warnings and tags: toxic, obsessive behavior; SO MUCH SMUT; hatefucking; rough sex; oral sex; PIV; hair pulling; biting; sex under the influence of alcohol; Neyo and the Admiral being absolute menaces to society

Disclaimer: Let me just put on my Auntie DJ hat for a second. *ahem* This is a work of fiction intended for entertainment only. Please do not take this as a guide to romance or a healthy relationship. Neyo and the Bad-miral are flawed characters in a wildly problematic relationship with more red flags than the Fire Nation. Enjoy!

Matchmaker extraordinaire Daria Trace was not accustomed to failure. When she applied her considerable intellect to a problem, she did not stop until she formulated a solution. Which was why her now-99% matchmaking success rate galled her so intensely. In all her years of matchmaking, she had never encountered a client so stubbornly determined to thwart her efforts as Marshal Commander Neyo. After twelve failed matches—one of which involved a call from an infuriated woman demanding to know “why the kriff you thought I was a good match for that sociopath”—she had reluctantly conceded defeat.

The blacklisting of Commander Neyo from the Right to Love Matchmaking Service spread like wildfire through the GAR gossip channels. Most of the troopers thought it was hilarious; others insisted that he’d finally gotten what he deserved. In fact, the only people who seemed to have any sympathy for Neyo were Commanders Bacara (to be expected) and Fox (somewhat less expected). And when Fox reached out directly to Daria and asked her, as a personal favor, to give Neyo one more chance, she agreed. One more chance, and ONLY to give her an opportunity to get that track record back up to a perfect 100%.

She glared irritably at Neyo’s file and clicked her stylus three times, twirling it between her fingers. The man was impossible. It was no wonder he’d turned to RTL for help finding a partner; any woman in her right mind would run in the opposite direction the minute she looked into those blank, frigid eyes. She shuddered involuntarily. Shark’s eyes. Daria had made a few discreet inquiries after he’d first signed up for the service, just to make sure she wasn’t about to set up some unsuspecting match with a serial murderer. Without fail, every single answer said the same thing: he was an ice-cold sonofabitch, but he had a strict code of honor, and no, he wasn’t a serial murderer. Probably.

She sighed and tossed his file to the side, to be revisited some other day. He was her most difficult client, but by no means was he the only problematic match candidate, and she had a small stack of what Blizzard liked to call The Hopeless Casefiles waiting for her to review. Just thinking about Neyo’s case had given her the beginnings of a spectacular tension headache, and she flipped through the folders quickly, looking for one that was a little less challenging. As she skimmed the stacks of flimsi, her eyes came to rest on one name: Reeda Wai’yen.

Now there’s a thought.

Daria was sure that Reeda was a lovely woman, despite all evidence to the contrary. She was just very… intense. Like Neyo, she had chewed through several potential matches, and the most frequent word that appeared in her failed matches’ post-date surveys was “intimidating,” followed closely by “terrifying.” Daria had sniffed disdainfully that those particular matches simply couldn’t handle a strong woman; however, she had to admit that after several months of trying, she had not been able to find a perfect match for Reeda. She pulled Neyo’s file and laid it out next to Reeda’s. As she compared their backgrounds and preferences, she became more and more convinced. This could work. Given their personalities, it might well be the best possible outcome for society at large if they were both removed from the dating pool. And if it happened to close out her two most annoying files, well. That would just be the cherry on top of her perfect-track-record sundae.

A timid knock sounded on Reeda’s office door.

“Come,” she called shortly.

Her assistant, Lissi, poked her head into the room. “Sorry to bother you, sir, but you’ve received a comm from RTL Matchmaking.”

Reeda cursed. She was up to her ass in flimsiwork, and she was meeting with the Senate Task Force on Galactic Security in ten minutes. She did not have time for this now.

“Take care of it,” she ordered.

“Sir?” Lissi asked, her wide, startled eyes giving her a distinct resemblance to a terrified ash-rabbit.

“Just take care of it,” Reeda repeated, tamping down her irritation at being questioned. “You know my schedule better than I do. Set it up. Somewhere nice—somewhere in the Federal district. I don’t have time to deal with traffic.”

Lissi blinked, nonplussed. “Don’t you want to see who you matched with?”

“No time,” Reeda said, rising to gather her materials for the meeting. “Just put it on my calendar, and I’ll be there.”

Three nights later, Reeda sat in the restaurant at the top of the tower where her penthouse was located, waiting for her mystery date to arrive. She had to commend Lissi’s efficiency in choosing the venue; the only traffic she’d had to endure was at the lift. And it was a lovely restaurant, she had to admit, with stunning views of the Coruscant cityscape. She had only eaten here once since she’d bought the flat, usually opting to have food delivered to her office at the Republic Center for Military Operations as she worked late into the night.

She had resisted the urge to bring her datapad with her to the restaurant, knowing that if she did, she would inevitably get sucked into work, but now she wished she’d taken a moment to review the file from RTL. It wasn’t that she thought all clone troopers were interchangeable; far from it. She had worked closely with them during the war, had fought by their sides, and she had found them to be brave, competent, and loyal. They were also notoriously attractive, but she was a professional, and she was their superior officer, and she had never allowed that line to become blurred—except on one memorable and highly regrettable occasion.

She had had no time for a personal life during the war, but now that it was over—well, to be honest, she still had no time for a personal life. Which was exactly why she had reached out to RTL; it was the perfect solution. She didn’t enjoy solitude. She wanted companionship, and maybe even something more. But she needed a partner who would understand the demands of her career, and nobody understood the burden of duty better than the clones. Now that she had separated from the GAR and returned to her post in her home planet’s military defense force, the rules regarding fraternization no longer applied to her.

She hadn’t bothered to review the file because she’d learned from the previous several failed dates that a promising file was no indicator of compatibility. Still, as she waited for her date, who was now seven minutes late, she wished she’d at least checked to see if he had any identifying marks or tattoos that would make him easier to spot. To be fair, though, the few clones present in the restaurant were already paired up with other diners.

Her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t intended to skip lunch, but she’d had back-to-back meetings with the joint chiefs of the Core Worlds Defense Alliance and the senate appropriations committee, and one thing led to another. The service droid had delivered a basket of fresh, hot bread rolls, which she had heroically resisted for the first six minutes past the scheduled start of the date, but now her resolve began to crumble. If her mystery date didn’t have the basic courtesy to be on time, by the Force, he wouldn’t have a leg to stand on if she ate all the bread before he arrived.

She buttered a roll and took a small bite. She couldn’t suppress the groan of relief at the buttery, yeasty goodness, and she quickly polished it off, then picked up another. She had just begun to butter her third role when the unmistakable voice of a clone spoke next to her.

“Admiral.”

She turned automatically, a smile just beginning to form on her lips, when she caught sight of a familiar set of numbers tattooed on a handsome, arrogant face.

“Oh, no,” she said with disgust. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Marshal Commander Neyo replied contemptuously. “I have as much right to be here as you do.”

“I’m on a date,” she snapped.

He looked pointedly at the empty chair across from her. “Looks like your date has a strong sense of self-preservation. Probably took one look at you and ran for their life.”

“He’s just a little late,” she said, tilting her jaw at a haughty angle to hide the flash of hurt at his words.

“That must kill you,” he said with a mirthless chuckle. “I remember the time you made a Jedi padawan cry for being three minutes behind schedule.”

“There were barely tears. Do. Not. Sit,” she gritted out as he made himself comfortable in the chair across from her. He picked up one of the remaining bread rolls and took a large bite, and she sighed. “Why are you here, anyway?”

“It just so happens, I am also on a date,” he said, mumbling around the bite of bread.

“Oh?” she wrinkled her nose at his table manners. “And who’s the unlucky lady?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Some civvie named Reeda.”

Her hand tightened dangerously around her butter knife. Neyo’s eyes dropped to the blade, and he smirked.

“Disappointed?” he asked.

“You could say that,” she said, grinding her jaw. “I’m Reeda.”

He choked on his bite of bread and wheezed a bit, pounding his chest to clear his airway. Alas, he survived.

“What?” he sputtered.

“You didn’t even bother to find out my first name after you were inside me?” she demanded. Her sharp tone attracted attention from the surrounding diners, and she heard a few quiet titters from the tables around her, but she was too irate to care.

“You didn’t even bother to find out who’d be eating dinner with you?” he retorted.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t just as surprised as I am,” she snapped. “Didn’t you read the file?”

“I didn’t get a file, just a call.” He grunted. “Apparently, ‘beggars can’t be choosers,’ and I was lucky to get a match at all.”

“Why am I not surprised?” she mocked.

“Careful, Admiral. Don’t forget they matched you with me.”

“I would be insulted if it weren’t so obviously a mistake. I can’t say I’m impressed with their performance thus far.”

“For once, I agree with you,” he said. “You’d have to be a special kind of incompetent to think we were a good match.”

The service droid approached the table and asked, “May I take your order?”

“He’s not staying,” Reeda cut in.

“I’ll have the bantha filet,” Neyo replied, ignoring her. “Bloody.”

He turned to her and arched his brows. The droid waited expectantly.

“I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” she lied.

Neyo’s mouth twisted, and he huffed a breath through his nose. “The admiral will have the roast porg. And a bottle of Alderaanian red.”

The droid nodded and ambled away. Reeda glared at Neyo.

“I don’t eat meat, you presumptuous ass,” she said.

“Liar,” he said. “Unfortunately, the souls of the innocent weren’t on the menu, so I had to settle for your second-favorite meal.”

“At least you’re safe, since you obviously have no soul and you’re definitely not innocent,” she said in a pleasant tone.

Damn him for being right about the porg, though. How did he know?

The wine arrived, and he poured a generous glass for each of them. She didn’t toast; just downed half of it in a single swallow. Neyo sipped his and leaned back in his chair to observe her. His sleek, severe hair and the large tattoo on his cheek made him look menacing as hell, but it was his eyes that made brave men take a step back. She didn’t know how it was possible for his eyes to be that unnerving. Gods, why did he have to be so handsome? What a waste of perfectly good Fett genes to have a personality like that.

“Did you stay just to torment me?” she asked when the silence stretched beyond the limits of her endurance.

“And because I heard the filet was good,” he said affably. “What are you even doing on Coruscant? I thought you’d scuttled back to whatever hellhole spawned you.”

“Kuat,” she bit out from between clenched teeth. “I was assigned to work as our military liaison on Coruscant.”

“Couldn’t stand having you back on the planet?” he derided. “I don’t blame them.”

“I need to use the fresher,” she said, flinging her napkin down on the table with excessive force. “Feel free to die while I’m gone.”

She strode purposefully through the restaurant, her face set in a steely mask. She knew she was drawing attention from other patrons, but if she sat at that table and listened to Neyo needle her for one more second, she was either going to stab him or burst into tears. She pushed through the refresher doors and went to the sink, washing her hands just to give herself something to do. The face that stared back at her from the mirror was Admiral Wai’yen, not Reeda. Stern. Unyielding. Unaffected.

She swallowed, and her face crumpled. Tears of rage stung her eyes, and she ruthlessly wiped them away with her clenched fist. A soft noise at the door startled her, and she whirled to face the intruder. Horror flooded her. It was Neyo, and he’d caught her crying in the ladies’ room.

“What the kriff do you think you’re doing in here?” she demanded icily. “Get out.”

He stared at her for a moment, and then he locked the door. Stalking across the room, he cupped her jaw in his hands and tilted her face to get a closer look. She tried to pull away, to put her Admiral Wai’yen mask back in place, but then his thumb stroked softly next to her eye, wiping away the tear that had breached containment. She gasped involuntarily, and his lips collided with hers.

Reeda was so shocked that for a moment she went perfectly still, but then Neyo flicked his tongue across her lower lip, and her body remembered how to move. She thrust him away and stood back, glaring at him. His chest rose and fell quickly, and those cold eyes blazed with a dark and covetous fire. She raised a hand to her lips and felt the slickness left by his tongue. Something snapped inside her. She took two hasty steps forward, and she was in his arms again, his hands rough and dominating on her body as they consumed each other with a kiss that teetered on the edge of violence.

Lips, tongues, teeth crashed together. He clasped her tightly against his hard, unyielding body, and unbidden, the memory of him deep inside her came flooding back. He gripped her ass and ground his rapidly stiffening cock against her. Her reaction was electric. She rolled her hips, nearly climbing him in desperation. He dropped his mouth to her neck and kissed her once, roughly, and then to her breast, yanking aside her dress as he closed his teeth on her soft skin. He picked her up by the waist and set her on the edge of the sink, dropping to his knees between her thighs, rucking up her dress around her hips, and then his mouth was on her.

He didn’t even bother removing her underwear, as though he couldn’t wait another millisecond to taste her. He licked and sucked on her through the fabric, his mouth working frantically. Her body jolted and trembled at the effort of staying upright, and then his tongue snaked past the lace and dipped into her, smooth and hot and wet. He let out a vicious growl and grabbed her hips, settling her thighs over his shoulders, and then he pulled her off the sink and thrust her against his face as his tongue speared over and over into her cunt. She yelped and scrambled to brace herself with her hands, her arms shaking with exertion.

She couldn’t come like this, but kriff, it was hot to feel Neyo throw her around with such ease, like she was his own personal toy. How many nights had she fucked herself to sleep to the memory of their first encounter? The way he’d lifted her bodily off the ground and thrust into her, supporting them both with those powerful thighs—it played on a loop in her head for months, long after the bite marks and bruises had faded.

His tongue slid out of her cunt and swirled around her clit, and her legs spasmed around his head. She couldn’t come like this. Could she? All the muscles in her body began to tense, and her pelvis began to rock rhythmically against his face. Shit, I’m going to come. No sooner had the thought formed than Neyo dropped her back onto the sink and pulled away from her.

“No!” she wailed. “You bastard, I was right there!”

He shot to his feet. “Shut. Up,” he bit out, and kissed her punishingly hard. “Do you want the whole Federal District to know what we’re doing?”

He pulled her head back to expose her throat, and he scraped his teeth across her delicate skin. She felt his other hand fumbling in between them. Within seconds, his cock was free and thrusting against the scrap of lace that still covered her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him against her, determined to find the stimulation that she needed to reach completion.

“Get inside me,” she hissed.

“You aren’t calling the shots any more, Admiral,” he growled. “You don’t get to give commands.”

“I hate you,” she breathed.

“And yet here you are, begging for my cock,” he said coldly.

“I do not beg,” she said. “Ever.”

He released her hair and pried her legs away from himself, then took a step back. “You get nothing until you admit that you want me. I’ve waited a long time for this. I can keep waiting.”

“What the kark is that supposed to mean?” she demanded, sliding off the sink to stand in front of him.

“It means you give me what I want, or I walk out that door right now and you can figure your own shit out.”

Was this his twisted kriffing way of asking for consent? Because she was pretty sure she’d covered that when she all but ordered him to fuck her.

“Fine,” she said in a low voice. “I…” She nearly choked on the words, and Neyo’s intent gaze pinned her in place. “I want you.”

He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a bruising kiss, then spun her around and bent her over the sink. He pulled up her dress, yanked down her panties, and thrust into her. She muffled a whimper at the intrusion and squeezed her eyes shut as she adjusted to the stretch. He wrapped his hands around her hair and jerked her head up.

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch,” he ordered.

She complied, shocked when she saw her own ravaged face in the mirror as Neyo pounded into her from behind. Her makeup was smeared, her hair was a wreck, her eyes were dilated with lust, and a sheen of sweat glistened across her skin. She flicked her gaze to stare at Neyo. His face was twisted into a scowl, and if she had any sense at all, she would have been frightened, but she was in too deep to care. His hard eyes met hers in the mirror, and his jaw tightened.

He released her hair and slid his arm around her body, between her breasts, to wrap around her throat, and he lifted her upright so he could whisper in her ear.

“Do you know what you did to me?” His voice was hoarse and anguished. “Every time I kissed someone, all I could taste was you. Every time I hooked up, all I could remember was this perfect fucking pussy.”

He pounded into her with bruising intensity, furiously working her clit with his free hand. Her head began to throb. This was so wrong. He couldn’t be saying what she thought she was hearing. She was confused from the lack of blood flowing to her brain.

“I got matched twelve different times, and not one of them was right, because not one of them was you,” he snarled. “You cursed me. You haunt me.”

The world began to darken around the edges as her eyes drifted closed, and he released her throat and forced her head to the side so she faced him.

“Look at me when you fucking come,” he ordered.

She gasped, and he clamped his hand down over her mouth to muffle her scream as he wrenched an orgasm from her body. He didn’t let up, chasing after her at a frenzied pace that rocked her entire body as she sobbed into his hand.

“Inside?” he asked roughly.

She nodded and whimpered as tears blurred her vision and spilled down her cheeks. He came with two brutal thrusts, and she felt the hot rush of his release deep inside. He shuddered against her hair as his cock softened and slipped out of her. At last, he loosened his grip and turned her to face him as he leaned against the wall for support. He wrapped her in his arms and stroked her hair as she rested her head against him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she sighed as she licked his neck, unable to resist the temptation of tasting his skin.

“I’m sure there’s an official list in my GAR file,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

Reeda cleaned up quickly while Neyo went back to their table so they wouldn’t be spotted leaving the refresher together. Her hairstyle was destroyed, so she hastily repinned it as well as she could, and then wiped off the mascara that smudged heavily beneath her eyes. A quick reapplication of lipstick, and she almost looked presentable—with the minor exception of her missing panties, which Neyo had silently retrieved from the refresher floor and tucked into his pocket while maintaining strong eye contact.

When she returned to the dining room, Neyo waylaid her with a ferocious expression. Force, what is he scugged about now?

“We’re leaving,” he said, taking her by the wrist and pulling her toward the exit. A few quiet murmurs whispered around the room as he dragged her behind him.

“What?” she asked, tugging her wrist to no avail. “Why?”

“The karking droid gave away our table,” he said.

“My deepest apologies, Admiral,” the droid said. “We can locate another table if you would care to wait.”

Reeda assessed the room quickly. Every table was occupied, and none of the diners were anywhere close to being ready to leave. Moreover, at least half of the customers were eyeing her and Neyo with expressions ranging from amusement to overt curiosity.

“No,” she said. “Have the food delivered to my flat.”

“Right away, sir,” the droid replied, waddling off to relay the order to the kitchen.

Neyo looked at her inquisitively. “Your flat?”

“I live in this building,” she said. “Come with me.”

She was keenly aware of the many sets of eyes that tracked their hasty exit, but before long, she led Neyo into the private, secure lift that opened directly into her penthouse. He stood silently next to her on the trip up, watching her with an inscrutable gaze. She tried not to give herself an opportunity to second-guess her decision to let him into her home. Strange, she thought, how this seemed more intimate than allowing him inside her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d allowed another person into her home.

The lift doors opened, and he followed her into the flat, pausing long enough to remove their shoes, then looking around curiously.

“Lived here long?”

“A few months,” she said. “I bought it when I found out I’d be stationed on Coruscant long-term.”

“It’s nice,” he said. “Very… clean.”

She laughed. “You mean sterile. I haven’t had time to do much decorating. I’m hardly here except to sleep, anyway.”

He nodded. “I thought I’d have more time for hobbies after the war ended, but now it’s just nonstop—”

“Red tape and committees,” she finished with a sympathetic grimace. He shot her a wry grin. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him smile before, and it did uncomfortable things to her brain. She tried not to think about it, instead asking, “What kind of hobbies? Aside from plotting my slow death, obviously.”

“Oh, you know,” he said vaguely. “Torturing small, adorable creatures; sharpening my vibroblade collection; collecting stamps; that sort of thing.”

She blinked. “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

He regarded her steadily for a moment, eyes unreadable as ever. “You really think the worst of me, don’t you?”

She was taken aback. “I—”

Her reply was cut off by the chime of the door. The food had arrived, thank the Force, which gave her a moment to stop herself from blurting out her immediate thought: You’ve never given me any reason to think anything else.

Neyo was a competent soldier—brilliant, in fact. There was no question that he had one of the finest tactical and strategic minds in the GAR. But as a person? From the moment they’d met, he’d been antagonistic, sardonic, cold. He’d challenged her authority and provoked her in meetings. He’d only treated her with the barest semblance of civility in public, and in private—Well. They both knew how things went when they were alone.

The service droid rolled a cart into the dining room and began setting up the meal.

“Can I get you a drink?” she offered Neyo. “I don’t have any Alderaanian red, but I do have Cheedoan whiskey.”

“The good stuff,” he replied. “I’ll have a glass. Thanks.”

The droid finished setting up and shuffled out the front door as Reeda poured two generous glasses of whiskey at the wet bar.

“Ice?” she asked.

He didn’t answer, and when she turned around, she nearly dropped the glasses in surprise to find him standing close behind her. He locked his eyes on hers and never looked away as he took one of the glasses and drained it in a single swallow, then set it down with a decisive click on the counter. Her heart began to pound as he loomed over her. He traced his fingers from her elbow up to her wrist, and then he wrapped his hand around hers and raised her glass to her lips.

The whiskey burned a fiery path across her tongue and down her throat. A few droplets escaped and splashed coldly on her chest. Neyo didn’t let up until she emptied the glass, and when she was done, he leaned down and sucked the liquor off her skin. His hands dropped to her hips and slid up her back as he located the zipper of her dress and dragged it down excruciatingly slowly, and all the while, his mouth moved across her skin. He slipped the straps down over her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor, and then he kissed a path along the lacy edge of her bra.

“Thanks for the matched set,” he said, unhooking it and pulling it off.

“Those were expensive, asshole,” she said unsteadily.

He didn’t reply, but she knew she was never going to see that bra again. He kissed his way down her breast and captured her nipple in his mouth, abrading it lightly with his teeth. She jolted, and the empty glass slipped from her hand and smashed against the hard tiles of the floor.

Neyo barely responded to the sound of shattering crystal. Reeda froze, keenly aware that the smallest movement could result in a bloody footful of glass. She stood utterly, helplessly still as he continued to explore her body with his teeth and lips and hands and tongue. He was thorough in his attentions, and something about being entirely at his mercy was wildly arousing. Her head spun as the whiskey began to work its insidious way through her bloodstream.

“I missed this perfume. What is it?” he murmured against the soft skin of her abdomen.

“I don’t wear any,” she said.

He nuzzled against her as though he could transfer her scent to his own skin. Without warning, he scooped her up and carried her out of the room, completely disregarding the risk to himself. But instead of dropping her as soon as they were clear of the broken glass as she expected, he asked, “Bedroom?”

“Left,” she said, and he strode across the flat and kicked open the door, to her intense irritation. “You gonna pay for the broken doorknob?”

He didn’t reply, just tossed her onto the bed and pounced on her as soon as she landed. He slid in between her thighs and gripped her hard as his mouth descended on hers, kissing her as though he were trying to devour her soul. He was still fully clothed, and she scrambled to pull off his shirt. He was completely unhelpful, too engrossed in her taste. She raked her nails across his skin as she yanked his shirt over his head, and he seized her lip in his teeth in revenge.

At last, the barrier of his shirt was gone, and she writhed against him, desperate to feel as much of his warm, smooth skin against her as possible. They clashed together, sinking nails and teeth into each other. At some point, Neyo got his trousers down enough to free his cock, and he shoved into her. His belt chafed harshly on her delicate skin as she wrapped her legs around him, urging him to go deeper, harder, faster. The sounds they made were unholy, primal: growls and grunts and screams of pain and ecstasy as they tore into each other with all the aggression that they had built over the years.

She pulled his hair; he clawed her back. She slapped his face; he bit her shoulder. She snarled that she loathed him; he interlaced his fingers with hers and whispered how beautiful she was when she came apart beneath him. She thrust him away and kicked him across the bed; he pinned her down and fucked her until she sobbed and begged for more. At some point, she tasted blood, and she didn’t know or care whose it was. And when at last she lost count of how many times he’d brought her to orgasm, he curled his body around hers and traced his thumb softly over her features as she drifted to sleep.

“If I die while I’m inside you, it’s the closest I’ll ever get to heaven,” he whispered.

“Force, you say some kriffed up shit,” she grumbled.

Reeda awakened slowly, aware of something blissfully warm and soothing moving across her skin. She cracked her eyes open. Neyo was lying on top of her, dragging his tongue lazily over her body. He roamed along her curves, and it wasn’t until he paused at her bruised wrist that she realized what he was doing.

“Are you licking my wounds?” she breathed.

He didn’t answer, but his eyes met hers with an intensity that bordered on madness. Gods, everything about this was so fucked up, and she didn’t dare examine too closely why she found it so incredibly arousing. He moved slowly, meticulously, his tongue gliding softly over every centimeter of her body, until she felt like a bomb, ready to detonate at the slightest spark. She came before he ever reached her cunt, and again as he rocked gently inside her, his lips soft against her mouth, silent tears spilling from the corners of her eyes to course down her temples.

After, he guided her into the shower, and when her legs gave out, he held her upright as the hot water washed over them. Once he’d massaged her entire body with his strong, soapy hands, he dried her off and laid her back on the bed while he spread bacta across the damage he’d inflicted. It was disorienting to be cared for so thoroughly by the man who’d spent the better part of four years making her life hell. He didn’t speak, and she didn’t know what to say, so in the end, she simply watched him in silence.

When he finished with the bacta, he retrieved their dinner from the dining room. The food had long since gone cold, but after hours of intense physical activity, they were famished, and they ate it anyway, sharing bites and sipping whiskey straight from the decanter. Neyo sat with his back against the headboard, his long, strong legs bracketing Reeda as she leaned back against his broad chest.

“How did you know porg was my favorite?” she asked.

He shrugged. “They’re tiny, cute, and innocent. I just assumed you would enjoy extinguishing the life from them and consuming their remains.”

She laughed and snuggled closer to him. “Is that why you order your meat rare? Because it’s the next best thing to drinking straight from the source?”

“Finally, someone who understands,” he smirked. “Truthfully, I overheard you tell Admiral Coburn that porg was your favorite during a banquet at the strategy conference at Valor.��

She turned to stare up at him. “Neyo, that was two years ago. That was before we ever…”

“I know,” he said, burying his face in her hair and breathing deeply.

“Stalker,” she murmured.

He dropped his mouth to her neck, and she tilted her head back against his shoulder as his lips glided across her skin.

“What does it say about you that you like it?” he whispered when he reached her ear.

He pulled her close, positioning himself between her and the bedroom door. From the proprietary way he held her, she knew it was a deliberate choice; any threat that came through that door would have to go through him before it got to her, and she had a feeling that there weren’t many beings in the galaxy that were brave or foolish enough to try.

Reeda jerked awake to a furious pounding at the front door. Neyo was already halfway out of the bedroom, stark naked and armed with a steak knife from their midnight dinner.

“Wait here,” he ordered, his voice hard and flat.

She rolled her eyes as she pulled on a bathrobe and grabbed a blaster from her nightstand. Neyo glared at her when she joined him, but didn’t bother yelling at her.

“Coruscant guard! Open up,” a modulated voice shouted harshly from outside the door.

Neyo glanced questioningly at her, and she shrugged, hiding the blaster behind her robe. He stepped out of view of the door, and she opened it to find none other than Marshal Commander Fox, flanked by two Corrie ARC troopers.

“Commander,” she greeted him, not bothering to conceal the surprise in her voice.

“Good to see you’re in one piece, Admiral,” he said. “Are you all right?”

“I beg your pardon?” she asked, baffled.

“We received multiple calls about a disturbance at your address. Are you alone?”

Reeda felt a hot rush of blood wash over her face and neck. “I fail to see how that is any business of yours, Commander.”

“Sorry, sir, but it’s my duty to—” He stopped abruptly, and his visor shifted to a point behind her.

“Isn’t this a little below your pay grade, Fox?” Neyo drawled close behind Reeda.

Fox’s visor turned back to Reeda, then to Neyo, and then back to Reeda again. The two ARC troopers appeared to be fascinated by the walls on either side of the front door.

At last, Fox spoke. “I don’t send shinies to wake up admirals.”

Neyo’s hand slid possessively around the front of Reeda’s abdomen, and he pulled her against his nude body. Something large and solid prodded against her backside. Dank farrik, is he turned on right now? Sick bastard.

“Thank you for your concern,” she told Fox, “but everything is under control.”

“So I see,” Fox replied. “Still, you’ll need to keep the noise level down, or I’ll have no choice but to arrest you for disturbing the peace.”

Neyo reached forward silently and shut the door in Fox’s face, then he spun Reeda around, picked her up over his shoulder, and carried her back to the bedroom. The last thing Fox heard was the unmistakable sound of Neyo’s hand slapping her ass as Reeda shrieked with indignant laughter.

Republic Military HQ buzzed quietly with speculation the next morning when not one, but two of the most senior command staff called in sick for the first time in either of their careers. Rumors swirled: some were convinced a secret bioweapon had been released by Separatist holdouts; others maintained that the stress of dealing with politicians was beginning to take a toll; still others claimed that it was a coverup and that the marshal commander and the admiral had been taken hostage by pirates. It was whispered that Commander Fox had a particularly haunted expression that morning, and two of the Coruscant Guard ARC Troopers had contacted the legal department to update their wills. In the midst of all this, the beleaguered Lissi received a brusque order to inform RTL Matchmaking that the admiral no longer required their services.

Daria drained her third iced caf of the morning as she flicked through her holomessages. Buried amidst the intake forms and meeting invitations was an abrupt-bordering-on-rude note from Marshal Commander Neyo ordering her to close his file.

“Why do you look like the tooka that got the blue milk?” her fellow matchmaker Tarsi Renda asked as she passed Daria in the corridor.

“Oh, no reason,” Daria smiled. “The galaxy is back to normal, that’s all—and my track record is once again perfect.”

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kaeyaphile · 5 months

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“i’m in a field of dandelions;

wishing on every one that you’d be mine.”

Pairing — Kaeya × GN!Reader

Word Count — 6,303

Content Warnings (copied and pasted from AO3 because i’m lazy) — Fluff, Kaeya is Bad At Feelings (Genshin Impact), Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Vulnerable Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Kaeya Needs a Hug (Genshin Impact), Friends to Lovers

Summary — “and i see forever in your eyes, i feel okay when i see you smile” �� coming back to mondstadt felt like coming home, especially when you see a certain someone again after having been apart for a while.

Art Credit — @/sephirothballs

Author’s Note — hi y’all! i have been working on this for quite literally over a year, and i still am not happy with it. but today is kaeya’s birthday, and i figured i’d post it anyway even though the ending is pretty rushed and the whole thing is kind of messy. hopefully it’s still good! this is a sequel to my other kaeya × reader fic, “(insert interesting title here)”, but you don’t have to read that first. i listened to “dandelions” by ruth b. while writing, thus the title (i am so bad at titles). i’m trying to get back into writing again, but life has been very rough so it’s been... a process. also, xiao is in this briefly because i went a bunch of different directions while writing this and he chose to stick around; he’s my emotional support adeptus. aNYWAYS — happy birthday, kaeya! 🦚 ❄️ 🩵

The comforting sound of Sara puttering around behind the counter of Good Hunter filters through the air as you finish eating your meal, and you move to stack up the dishes to carry them to be washed – only for your companion to snatch them up before you can even finish standing.

Pursing your lips and narrowing your eyes at him, he meets your gaze with a blank expression, eyebrow ever so slightly arching upward as if challenging you to take the dishes from him.

Your fake ire towards him cracks and a soft laugh escapes you as you shake your head at him affectionately.

“I’ll meet up with you later, Xiao – thank you again for agreeing to have lunch with me,” you smile and set a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently in farewell as his eyes soften and he inclines his head towards you as you turn to walk up the stairs through the city and make your way to the Knights of Favonius headquarters.

As soon as you take a step into the foyer, your eyes are immediately drawn to the two people that are standing in front of the door to Jean’s office and a surprised lavender gaze meets yours as a familiar brunette stretches to peer over his shoulder, grinning and waving at you.

“Hey there! Fancy seeing you here!” Amber exclaims, not-so-subtly nudging her companion in the back with her elbow.

Kaeya blinks before coming to his senses and smiling crookedly at you, his eye never leaving your face.

“Hello… what are the two of you doing loitering in front of Jean’s office?” you ask, before realizing how rude that sounds. “Oh, not that I’m not happy to see you both! I just didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to run into either of you today!”

Chuckling, Kaeya smirks at your fumbling as Amber surreptitiously glances between the two of you.

“I was just leaving, actually! We’ve already finished our business with Jean,” Amber said, smiling knowingly.

“Oh, uhm, I–”

“Oops, look at the time – gotta go! Captain, I’ll give you the reports later, yeah?” she winks at Kaeya before immediately turning to rush out the door.

You and Kaeya both stare after her, bewildered.

“Oh… okay…” you trail off, baffled at her abrupt departure.

Kaeya turns to you, taking note of how disconcerted and flustered you look.

“I just needed to give Jean some information I discovered, but I can just leave the paper on her desk… that’ll be fine, right?” you find yourself questioning nervously, unconsciously wringing your hands together due to the butterflies of seeing Kaeya again.

Taking a deep breath to get yourself together, you glance back up at Kaeya just as he frowns and takes a few steps closer to you.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” you blurt out in a high-pitched voice, much louder than you’d intended.

His eye widens and he opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted when Xiao suddenly appears at your side, glaring at Kaeya and grasping your upper arm gently to pull you into him.

“Xiao, no, it’s okay!” you gasp, quickly shrugging him off and stepping in front of Kaeya, holding your hands up placatingly.

“You were shouting and your heart was racing… I heard you,” his eyes flick to you before narrowing back onto Kaeya in suspicion. “Who is this?”

“Kaeya’s a friend,” you explain, glancing at Kaeya to see his expression suddenly turn unreadable – easily missed if you hadn’t gotten to know him as well as you had, “a very close friend! I’m just exhausted from the past few days and it was a surprise to see him so my emotions got the best of me,” you specify, grimacing internally. “But it’s fine, he’d never hurt or upset me,” your eyes implore Xiao to understand and leave it be.

He glares at Kaeya for a moment longer – the definition of “if looks could kill” – before focusing back on you and nodding sharply.

“If you’re sure… but remember, if you need anything, just call for me,” he mutters, hesitating for only a moment longer to give Kaeya another suspicious once-over before disappearing just as suddenly as he’d arrived.

Sighing, you turn to Kaeya. “I’m sorry about him, he can be very… overprotective at times.”

“Is that the Adeptus you’ve mentioned in your letters?”

“Yes, that’s the one – he’s been traveling with me and helping me a majority of the time I’ve been in Liyue, and he was nice enough to accompany me here,” you smile to yourself as you think of Xiao. “He’s been a wonderful companion and he’s come to be very dear to my heart.”

“I see… well, honestly, I’m glad that you’ve had someone watching over you,” he confesses after a moment, smiling crookedly when you laugh in response to his words. “What with the amount of trouble you always seem to find yourself in, after all.“

Scoffing at his jab, you gently shove at his shoulder. “I can take care of myself, you know!”

His smile grows wider, he chuckles at your easy banter. “Oh don’t worry, I’m well aware, but it never hurts to know that someone you care about has protection in case something ever goes wrong.”

You freeze, mouth slightly ajar as his words register in your mind.

It isn’t as if it’s a surprise to hear him state such a thing, especially after everything that’s happened between the two of you, but it has been a while since it’s been addressed… and the confirmation after having missed him so much was jarring in the best way… but wait, hadn’t you just referred to him as “a friend” to Xiao?

‘Idiot’, you think to yourself, gritting your teeth at your thoughtless behavior.

He blinks and his smile falters as he realizes that your reaction to his words isn’t exactly as positive as he’d hoped.

Glancing at the various guards stationed around the room who are watching your interaction curiously, you can’t help but to be increasingly aware of Kaeya’s presence beside you.

Noticing your discomfort and the looks from the guards, he gently reaches out and grasps your hand firmly, quickly turning on his heel and leading you up the stairs and into his office so that nobody will be able to observe the two of you.

He lets go of your hand as he locks the door to ensure your privacy and turns to you, tilting his head and smiling.

“There, no more nosy guards – but what brings you all the way back to Mondstadt?”

“Oh, uhm… I actually wanted to come back for your birthday… it’s tomorrow, right?” you ask, flushing with embarrassment. “I’m sorry for not writing about the possibility of me visiting, but I kind of wanted it to be a surprise…”

Kaeya quietly observes you with an inscrutable look for a moment before he slowly steps toward you, coming to a stop just a few inches away.

Inhaling sharply, you look up to find him studying you intently.

“Is there something wrong?” you whisper, eyes widening as he tilts his head and leans just a bit closer.

“Hm, I think I should be the one asking you that question,” he rests his palm against the wall right above your shoulder.

It reminds you of when he’d had you pinned up against the bookshelf in this very office weeks ago, and your face floods with warmth at the memory as your eyes desperately search his face to try and figure out what he’s thinking.

“I’m fine…” you mutter, eyes unfocusing slightly as his proximity and unique scent wash over you, the intense feelings for him you’ve been trying to keep in check rushing to the forefront of your mind.

Kaeya’s lips press together as he closes his eye and breathes in deeply.

“Kaeya? I’m sorry if–”

“Stop it,” he snaps, immediately clicking his tongue and sighing. “Please stop apologizing to me,” he says in a softer tone, his eye opening to look at you imploringly.

“I’m–” you stammer to a halt as he raises an eyebrow at you in a warning. “Okay, I’ll… stop?”

“Thank you,” he breathes. “Now then, I think we should have a chat, don’t you agree?”

Nodding and deciding to stare at his chest to avoid eye contact, you reach beside him to fiddle with the edge of his cape to distract yourself and calm your nerves. “Yes, I’m… I should tell you something.”

“I’m listening,“ he urges softly, watching you intently as you nod.

“I know that I haven’t mentioned anything in my letters and… neither have you, but what happened between us after you got hurt a month ago…” you take a shaky breath to steel your nerves. “I still feel the same, and I know that they say ’absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ and I’ve found that it’s very true in this case; I think about you all the time.”

Focusing on the faint icy blue glow coming from his Vision to continue avoiding his gaze, you falter – startling when you feel Kaeya’s cold hand gently cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he murmurs, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “As I’m having the same predicament as you.”

Confused, you look up at him and tilt your head in question.

“Unable to stop thinking of you,” he explains, flashing you a charming smile and what you assume to be a wink.

Exhaling a soft laugh in response, you wrap your arms around his waist and cling to him, pressing your face against his chest and inhaling the familiar sharp mint–like scent that was just… Kaeya.

“Okay, that’s good. I’m glad – I missed you but I didn’t want to pressure you for anything,” your voice is muffled by how your face is smushed against his chest. “But everything that happened before was real – you’re everything to me, Kaeya.”

You feel him tremble against you, his heart beating a bit faster and his breath hitching, and you delight in how you of all people can affect him this way.

“I can assure you that the feeling is mutual, darling,” he admits after a moment, returning your gentle embrace and nuzzling his face into your hair as you both stand in the middle of the room and hold each other for a few moments.

Pulling back slightly, you summon your courage again and boldly press a quick kiss to the exposed skin of his chest – something you’ve been wanting to do to that tantalizing glimpse of flesh for ages.

Huffing in amusement, he suddenly sweeps you up into his arms in a bridal carry, laughing when you squawk loudly in protest before he gently tosses you onto the large couch in the corner of his office.

Scrambling to sit up properly, you can’t help but admire him as he stands in front of you, laughing at the expression on your face. His eye sparkles with mirth and he’s smiling so genuinely that his faint dimples are making a rare appearance.

Enraptured, you scoot to sit on the very edge of the cushion, reaching out to gently cup his cheeks in your hands and brush your fingers over the small indents in his cheeks that showcase his joy, staring at him with wonder and a giddy smile on your face.

Kaeya stops laughing and takes a step forward to press his knees against yours, resting his hands lightly on your shoulders as his smile grows soft.

“You always look at me like that,” he whispers, his gaze flickering over your face just as intently as yours was doing to his.

“Hm?” you hum, tilting your head at him.

“... like I’m the most important person in the world,” he replies, before shaking his head in disbelief and rolling his eye.

“You are… well, I mean, you’re the most important person in my world,” you murmur, guiding his head down to press your foreheads together.

Sighing, his eye closes and he doesn’t respond.

You slowly slide your hands off of his face and scoot back, raising an eyebrow and patting at the space next to you on the couch expectantly.

Kaeya shakes his head again, a soft smile briefly reappearing on his face, and makes a show of taking his outwear off.

Pushing yourself back to lean against the back of the couch, you once again can’t help but stare in utter fascination as he finishes removing his fur–lined cape and coat and begins to take off his gloves.

Glancing up at you, he smirks at your blatant ogling.

“Like what you see?” he cheekily tugs on one of his gloves with his teeth and chuckles at the way you quickly avert your gaze with burning cheeks.

You focus on taking off your own jacket, suddenly feeling hot, and fold it up to set it on the arm of the couch, turning back to find Kaeya sitting beside you and watching you silently.

Amused at how quickly he’s managed to take off those ridiculous layers of his, you reach out to grab his arm and tug him closer to you.

Grunting in surprise, he slides over until you’re pressed against each other.

“That was rather rude of you, don’t you think?” he mumbles, frowning dramatically.

“It got you over here next to me, didn’t it?” your face grows warm as you realize that your faces are now only a few scant inches away from each other.

Kaeya hums in response, closing his eye and resting a hand on your hip to pull you towards him.

You can’t help but move even closer to him at the invitation, resting one hand lightly on his chest and reaching out to gently trace the features of his face with your finger.

Eye fluttering open as you run your finger across his brow, he chuckles and turns his head toward you. “There you go again.”

“I don’t quite understand how it’s my fault that you’re so beautiful, Kaeya,” you state, raising an eyebrow.

He blinks a few times before he lets out a quick humorless laugh.

“I’m not joking, Kaeya – I could stare at you for eternity,” you mumble, leaning closer so that you’re nose–to–nose.

He stares at you for a moment with a furrowed brow before he glances up at the ceiling and frowns.

Sighing through your nose, you find yourself overcome with frustration with him and you abruptly sit up straight to fling a leg over his thighs and straddle him, supporting yourself with your hands on either side of his head on the back of the couch.

Kaeya freezes, eye going wide at your boldness and the intense glare you level at him.

“What do I have to do to get you to listen to me?” you demand.

Shaking his head in confusion, he swallows roughly. “I–”

“You’re a very good actor, Kaeya Alberich, and before we confessed our feelings to each other I thought you had very high confidence,” you admit. “But every time I give you a compliment you brush it off.”

Huffing in irritation, you start pressing soft, retaliatory kisses all over his face.

His breath shudders and you hear a very faint groan when your lips lightly graze along his jawline.

Smirking, you allow more of your weight to press down onto him as one of your hands slides up to tangle itself in his soft blue locks, gently guiding his head to the side so you can access more of him.

“This is unexpected,” he gasps out, hands coming up to rest on your waist as you trail kisses down the warm column of his throat.

“Unwelcome?” your lips hover over his skin as you pause and wait for his answer, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“Mm, no, not at all,” he sighs, gently kneading his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips.

Smiling, you nip at his collarbone out of curiosity and you aren’t disappointed: he stifles a soft cry, his body shuddering against yours.

“Sensitive,” you tease, smiling against his shoulder, and he huffs out a strained laugh before you take pity on him and move to press your lips to his.

Sighing into the kiss, he brings a hand up to tangle in the hair at the back of your head.

You pull back after a moment and nuzzle your nose against his, his soft chuckle and grin causing you to smile back at him.

The hand that had been grasping at your hip trails slowly up your spine and your eyes widen as you stiffen, biting your lip to stifle the squeak that the sensation threatens to draw from you.

Kaeya stops, peering at you with slightly narrowed eyes, and a knowing smirk slowly grows on his face as he realizes what caused your odd reaction.

“Kaeya, don’t–!” you warn, quickly trying to push off and away from him, but he grabs you firmly by the waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder.

“Hm, don’t what? You couldn’t possibly be ticklish, now could you?” he mocks playfully, voice gone slightly rough as he slowly slides one hand under your shirt to glide up along the curve of your waist, wiggling his fingers to test your reaction.

Shrieking and trying to wriggle away, you flail a bit uncontrollably and let out a peal of hysterical laughter at the sensation.

As suddenly as he’s begun tickling you, Kaeya stops – likely realizing that you’re quickly becoming overstimulated.

Panting for breath, your body relaxes as you slump into him.

Kaeya carefully smooths your shirt back down before pulling back and cupping your jaw, tilting his head at you.

“I apologize, was that too much?”

Shaking your head and gasping out a laugh, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so his face is mere inches in front of your own.

“No, you’re perfect,” you murmur, trailing a finger gently around his eyepatch as you softly gaze up at him. “I’m just more sensitive than most, unfortunately.“

His eyelashes flutter as he reaches up to gently grab the hand that was caressing around his eyepatch, pulling it away to intertwine your fingers with his and brush a soft kiss across each of your knuckles.

You feel the sudden urge to apologize, realizing you may have crossed a boundary by seemingly attempting to touch his covered eye. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“What did I say about apologizing to me, hm?” Kaeya’s tone is teasing, but his smirk doesn’t reach his eyes.

Biting your lip, your mind replays the way his body suddenly tensed against yours as soon as your fingertip brushed against the fabric covering his eye.

“It doesn’t matter to me, you know,” you breathe, eyes flickering from his eyepatch to his eye that is still intently focusing on you. “I just… needed to feel you.”

You stare at each other for what feels like forever – Kaeya with an unreadable expression on his face and you with what is undoubtedly a concerned frown.

Sighing, he gently lifts you up and off of him to turn away from you and you immediately panic and stand up, thinking that he’s getting up to leave – only to freeze as soon as you see his hands reach behind his head and begin to tug on the tie of his eyepatch.

Lunging forward to stop him, you quickly grab his hands before they can finish. “Kaeya, no, what–”

“Let me do this, please,” he breathes, and the words sound borderline pleading as his hands slide out of your own that have grown slack at his words.

You are unable to do anything but stand there behind him in shock as he tugs off his eyepatch, setting it gently on the coffee table before pulling his hair tie off as well and taking a deep breath.

You avert your eyes as soon as you see him start to turn back to face you, closing and covering them with your hands for good measure.

“I told you, Kaeya, it doesn’t matter to me – I’ve known you for long enough that nothing could change how I feel about–” your frantic rambling halts abruptly at the sensation of him gently prying your hands away from your eyes, intertwining your fingers tightly.

It’s a struggle to keep your eyes shut when you feel him gently guide you to stand between his legs as he remains sitting on the couch, and as you feel his chilled breath on the side of your face you can’t help but squirm a little.

“Do you remember when I told you I’m not originally from Mondstadt?” he asks, his lips brushing the edge of your ear.

Nodding, you squeeze his hands. “I do my best to remember everything you’ve ever told me, Kaeya,” you murmur, anxiously chewing on your lower lip.

You feel the air rush out of him from the surprised chuckle that statement earns you, and gulp when his lips brush against the shell of your ear again.

“Open your eyes, please,” he pleads, his voice having gone rough with emotion.

Eyes fluttering open slowly, you focus your gaze intently on your clasped hands.

Huffing in exasperation, Kaeya’s lips insistently press against yours and you gasp into his mouth.

He takes that chance to deepen it, no longer a chaste meeting of lips but now becoming an all-consuming melding of mouths.

Whimpering as he traces the tip of his tongue against your bottom lip, your eyes flutter open in reflex when he suddenly pulls away.

At first, you don’t register the difference, too busy swooning from the kiss, but after a few seconds your gaze finds the scar on his right eye, a scar that looks to be from some sort of burn.

Your eyebrows furrow as you stare into his eyes – the star-shaped pupils are the same, only instead of the familiar cornflower blue you love so much the newly uncovered eye is bright amber.

“Who did that to you?” you whisper, eyes tracing the burn mark, though you have a bad feeling that you already know the answer to your question.

The corners of his mouth quirk up a little at your question but he shakes his head and untangles your hands to press his lips back to yours.

Understanding his reluctance to discuss the specifics, you allow him to go back to kissing you senselessly, opening your mouth for him again when his tongue glides against the seam of your lips.

Clutching at your hips, he gently guides you to sit back down on his lap and straddle him, your bodies pressing together.

Deciding to be especially bold, you break away from his greedy mouth and slide your hand up his chest and neck to brush his bangs back from his scarred eye, flustering as he stares at you with eyes burning with blatant want.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, voice slightly hoarse.

Raising an eyebrow at you, he shakes his head. “Not anymore,” he whispers.

“Good,” you reply, leaning forward to press featherlight kisses across his eyelids as they flutter shut at your approach, making him chuckle.

“I’m trying to show you how much I missed you,” he groans dramatically, glaring at you in jest when you pull back. “And yet you keep making this about me.”

“I’m trying to show the soon to be birthday boy how much I love him, you ridiculous, stubborn man,” you reply cheekily, not realizing the depth of the words you’ve spoken aloud until you feel him suddenly go still against you.

Slowly sitting up straight and staring resolutely out the window over his shoulder, you miss his stunned face as you both sit there in strained silence.

Biting your lip and becoming overwhelmed by doubt, you move to climb off of him only for him to stop you by suddenly taking your face between his hands as his mismatched eyes meet yours with a desperate, hungry look in them.

“What?” he rasps out, tilting his head in a request for you to repeat what you said.

“I’m not going to repeat something that you heard and should already know if you’ve got any sense, Kaeya, so please just–”

Lips firmly pressing to yours cut you off, Kaeya seemingly trying to devour you with how desperate his kisses have gotten.

Meeting his sudden fervor with your own, you both gasp as you press against each other as much as possible.

Unfortunately, you eventually need to tear yourself away to breathe and your eyes flutter open and glance down to realize that you’ve been unthinkingly clutching and pulling at his shirt so much that it’s gaping open to show even more of his rich brown skin.

Unable to look away, your hands move thoughtlessly to grip his defined shoulders, thumbs brushing along the edge of the leather choker he wears.

Kaeya isn’t faring much better, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other has somehow managed to slide under your shirt, his cold fingers clutching at the warm, soft skin of your waist.

You lean back just enough to glimpse exactly how much of his skin you’ve ended up revealing and your mouth goes dry and falls open as your breath hitches.

His own eyes open and he immediately takes notice that you’re looking at him hungrily and he smirks, laughing at how you visibly fluster.

A cold hand sliding further up your shirt to glide up your spine makes you shiver, leaning into him and whining.

“You can take it off if you’d like, I don’t mind,” he murmurs as he presses needy kisses along your jawline.

“Huh?” you make a noise of confusion, totally consumed by taking in the most of him you’ve ever seen bared to you.

“My shirt, darling,” he laughs lowly against your ear, a sound that makes you tremble against him once more.

“Oh… but what if someone needs you, we are in your office right now after all…” you murmur, eyes riveted onto the skin that’s been revealed to your eyes.

Kaeya breathes out an amused laugh, shaking his head.

“I’m not even supposed to be here today, actually. Jean gave me the day off, and I locked the door behind us, so…” he trails off, smirking against the shell of your ear.

Exhaling, your hands go to toy with the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them.

Biting your lip, you gently push the shirt off his shoulders and then pull the shirt down and off his arms, tossing it beside you on the couch and pausing as you turn back and are greeted by Kaeya’s gorgeous dark brown skin.

There are various scars and freckles here and there and you want to touch, trace, and kiss them all, but for now you slowly caress his chest before you grasp at his shoulders.

Groaning lowly, his eyes flutter as he presses back into your hands.

Feeling bold after everything you’ve already done, you move forward and press lingering kisses to his chest, directly over his heart.

He is practically shaking against you now, either with emotion or from fighting his arousal or perhaps both, you aren’t sure, and you’re far too nervous to ask.

His hands slip back under your shirt, slowly pulling it up so that more of your plush hips and soft stomach are visible to him.

Gasping and tearing yourself away from him after he starts to leave bruising kisses down your throat and onto your collarbone, you can’t help but be hit with a sudden wave of anxiety.

Kaeya immediately goes still when he feels your body tense up against him, pulling back slowly to gauge your expression and meeting your wide, unsure eyes with his concerned ones.

“I’m so sorry, I’m just–”

“Once again, what did I tell you about apologizing to me?” he murmurs, moving to lightly press his forehead to your own.

“I know, but I–”

“Mmm, no, no buts. If you want to stop, we stop,” he interrupts you again, voice stern but still raspy from the intensity of what you’ve just been doing.

Biting your lip and willing the tears that are welling up in your eyes to disappear, you look off to the side and nod.

Sighing, he gently lifts your chin back up so he can look into your eyes which are now uncontrollably watering, hot tears silently running down your face.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he whispers, eyes growing soft and hands moving to cup your cheeks to brush the tears away.

“I’m just… nervous, this is all new to me and I’ve honestly never felt this strongly for anyone until you,” you manage to croak, sniffling and eyes flitting about to look everywhere but at him. “I want to give you anything and everything you want, especially considering tomorrow is your birthday, but at the same time I’m… scared.”

Kaeya inhales sharply, hands framing your face fully as he guides you to meet his eyes again.

“I need you to know that, in regards to you, what I want is for you to be happy and to feel safe,” he declares, voice firm but eyes softening at your teary face peering at him.

“Okay,” you accept weakly, still sniffling with a few tears continuing to fall as you look at him with insecurity dimming your eyes. “I’m s–”

“If you try to apologize to me again, I’ll be forced to resort to drastic measures,” he assures, voice low and chilled fingers feeling downright heavenly when they hesitantly brush the remaining tears off of your overheated cheeks. “For now I think that you’re exhausted and in need of some rest, yeah?”

Blinking slowly at him, you can feel the odd numbness that usually follows such sudden bouts of emotion begin to set in.

“Okay,” you reply, voice hoarse before you clear your throat and try to bring the mood back up. “Drastic measures, huh?”

“Mhm, it’ll be a surprise,” he chuckles, hands returning to holding your waist. “Now, more importantly, would you like me to put my shirt back on?”

You stare at him in confusion before you realize that he’s been half-dressed throughout this entire mini-meltdown of yours and your face floods with heat.

Kaeya snatches your hands in his and laughs as you try to cover your face and turn away out of embarrassment.

“Now now, darling – it was a serious question. If I keep it off will you be able to keep your hands off of me?” he teases, waggling his eyebrows.

Groaning, you roll your eyes. “Oh gosh, Sir Kaeya, I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist your glorious body,” you simper, eyelashes fluttering at him as your easy banter helps you get yourself together.

Smirking, he pulls you close and presses your hands to his chest, reminding you of a fact you don’t know how you forgot – that you were straddling this man and sitting on his lap.

Gasping out an embarrassed laugh, you squirm a bit until he gently squeezes your wrists in a warning.

“I need you to know that I am more than happy to take things slow, but if you keep wiggling around like that…” he trails off, grinning sheepishly at you and glancing down at where your hips meet.

“Oh my–” you gasp, quickly yet carefully moving off of him, sitting beside him on the couch and folding your legs under yourself and wondering if tonight can manage to get any more mortifying…

“Now, I’ll ask again. Shirt, yes or no?” he questions, holding up the shirt in question.

“Um, I wouldn’t mind if you… left it off?” you finally squeak out, sure that at this point your face was as hot as the sun.

“As you wish,” he chuckles, amused at how flustered you are. “Now, a follow-up question – may I kiss you?”

It takes you a moment for your brain to process what he’s said, and once you do you stare at him incredulously.

“Kaeya, you had your tongue down my throat not even 10 minutes ago,” you say flatly.

He gasps at that, frowning at you. “How vulgar! One must always ask for consent, darling, even if it was previously given.”

“I appreciate it, but I’ll be honest with the fact that I will almost always want you to kiss me,” you can’t help but laugh at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close and enjoying feeling his bare skin brush against your palms.

“Hm, almost is not a guarantee,” he shakes his head, leaning back slightly to keep from getting too close to you.

“Kae, please. It’s almost as if you don’t want to kiss me,” you pout, fluttering your lashes and inwardly preening at how his eyes instantly drop down to your lips.

His throat bobs as he swallows roughly and his pupils dilate slightly when you subconsciously lick your lips.

“I can assure you that I want nothing more than to be kissing you at every waking moment,” he whispers, flashing you a coy look when your eyes widen in reaction to his words. “Mm, and I’m Kae now, am I?”

“Is… is that okay?” you mumble as a flash of insecurity goes through you, unsure if you’ve overstepped yet again.

Bringing his hand up to skim his knuckles against the soft skin of your cheek, he rolls his eyes playfully before answering your question by kissing you delicately.

Sighing into the kiss, you tighten your arms around his neck to hold him against you – you regret getting off of his lap, but it was unfortunately the safest option right now.

He slowly pulls away, chuckling when you subconsciously chase after his lips.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you, or make you uncomfortable,” he murmurs, cradling your face in his hands when your eyes flutter open and meet his soft, loving gaze.

“I appreciate it, Kaeya,” you whisper, combing your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pressing your forehead to his.

Humming in reply, he seems content to just sit here holding your face and staring into your eyes.

“I’m assuming that Jean is forcing you to take a few days off for your birthday?" you ask quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment but unable to ignore your curiosity.

“She is,” he whispers, sighing. “I suppose it’s silly of me to hope that she’d conveniently forget about it.”

“Can I be honest?"

“Always,” he murmurs, tilting his head a bit in question and nudging his nose against yours, smiling when you let out a quiet giggle.

“I, uh, may have been putting off coming back… partially because of the fact that I have to go back to Sumeru, but also because of… us,” you explain, biting your lip and averting your eyes.

“Us?” he whispers after a moment, hands sliding down from your cheeks to cradle your jaw, thumb gently brushing under your bottom lip that was being abused by your teeth.

Pulling back slightly, immediately missing the closeness, you still refused to meet his eyes.

“I was almost going to go to Sumeru before coming back, but I knew that wouldn’t have been fair to you, especially since it’s your birthday tomorrow, and I needed to know where we stood before…” you trail off, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Before…?”

You gulp, suddenly realizing how ridiculous the idea had been.

Kaeya whispers your name softly and you can’t help but bring your eyes back to him to see him observing you with furrowed brows.

“I was going to see if you would come with me,” you blurt out, eyes widening at how nonexistent your filter has become around him.

He blinks slowly a few times before his heterochromatic eyes focus intently on you.

“I’d have to clear it with Jean, but I don’t see why she’d disagree – she’s been trying to get me out of the city for a break anyways,” he grins at the relieved smile that grows on your face at his words.

“Wait, a break? Doesn’t she usually need you to do the opposite?” you question, confused.

His grin turns sheepish then, eyes looking away.

“I may have been throwing myself into my work lately and overdoing it,” he admits.

"Oh? Did something happen?” you were suddenly concerned. Kaeya wasn’t a slacker by any means, but he often liked to take his time and Jean usually had a lot of work for him to do.

“No, nothing like that, I just needed a distraction because I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain someone.”

Realization hits you and you immediately feel like an idiot, laughing at yourself and leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Oh, that’s… flattering, I guess?” your words are muffled by his skin but you know he heard you nonetheless.

Pressing a brief kiss to the top of your head, he wraps his arms around you.

“Good, it was meant to be. I’m rather fond of you, after all.”

You feel your face flush with heat even more at that, breathing out a soft, flustered laugh.

“I’m rather fond of you too, Sir Kaeya,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

His breath hitches before he hums happily, closing his eyes as he leans against you.

The two of you fall silent as you just enjoy being in the presence of each other for the first time in a while.

After a few moments of breathing each other in, you break the silence with a soft whisper.

“Happy early birthday, Kaeya.”

His arms tighten their embrace around you, and you can feel him turn his head to press a lingering kiss to your forehead before he murmurs his reply.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

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last week marked a full year since i started a daily habit of reading french fiction to myself out loud, so i took a picture of the books i finished in the last twelve months to commemorate the occasion!

as you can see, there are nine books total but two of the books (count of monte-cristo and les mis) take up fully half the volume, which makes sense because the first six of the twelve months were devoted to just those two behemoths. full list:

Le Comte de Monte-Cristo, Tomes I et II, Alexandre Dumas père

Les Misérables, Tomes I et II, Victor Hugo

La fin de Chéri, Colette

Le Tour du monde en 80 jours, Jules Verne

Exercices de style, Raymond Queneau (this one i read in both paperback and audiobook; the audiobook is stacked on top)

Changer l'eau des fleurs, Valérie Perrin

Claudine à l'école, Colette et Willy

Candide ou l'Optimisme, Voltaire

Le mur, Jean-Paul Sartre

la fin de chéri was both the shortest book and the hardest to read! there was a lot of vocab i wasn't familiar with, and the syntax was a real challenge. colette LOVES her a comma. like, she uses commas to do so many different things i can never really tell what any given comma is supposed to be doing. she might as well just not use punctuation at all. also, i only discovered this like five months after the fact, but it's apparently a sequel?? i was super confused by a bunch of stuff that seemed pretty unexplained and it turns out there was a reason for that lol (the reason being the explanations were in a totally different book). i also just, like, didn't really like the story 😩 rip me!

cmc and les mis were both books i had read previously in english but never in french. exercices du style and probably about half of le mur i had read for college french (if you look closely you can see the spines of those two are a more faded color because i've had them for 15 years lol). the rest were brand new to me. changer l'eau des fleurs was the only book published in the current century. so much great vocab in that one...i really gotta read more stuff from the last few years. also it made me cry big time.

i think i'm gonna keep up this daily habit, but i'd like to expand to poetry and possibly? even non-fiction?? at some point?? francophones feel free to rec me stuff! i'm trying to work my way through some of the really classic french canon, so next up i'm thinking maybe le fantôme de l'opéra, cyrano de bergerac, and at least the first volume of à la recherche du temps perdu? i also want to read more recent stuff, so i've been looking at winners of readers' choice prizes and whatnot, but suggestions from actual individuals would be grand. i think some scifi could be cool maybe, but i don't know anything about french-language scifi and have no idea where to start...

non-french francophone authors would also be really great if you have any suggestions!

#even though i didn't like la fin de chéri i decided to give claudine a chance because of that keira knightley movie 😂#and i liked it much better! i think i might read the sequel(s)?#i also already own gigi so i'll give that a shot #probably gonna read more valérie perrin too because changer l'eau des fleurs was just really good #i'm currently reading another jules verne and then i have a third one of his as well bc he's just so easy to read #and this 15th-century volume of poetry by villon i got at a thrift store several months ago and keep putting off because i'm intimidated #but that's it other than textbooks (and my beloved dictionaries of course) so i gotta start thinking about what to get next!#french #books #my posts #described in alt

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Scare

Summary: 🎃 Theo Raeken/reader. Scary movie night. Theo thinks it would be funny to scare the reader afterward.

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Theo has been boasting about the movie marathon for the past three weeks. You’re a much bigger fan of Christmas and you know he’ll let you have a Christmas movie marathon when the season hits. Which is why you agree to the marathon. You’ve already prepared some comfort movies for after. You’re not usually scared of horror movies but you know Theo enjoyed more realistic gory movies than the traditional jumpscare movies.

“So what are we watching first?” Theo grins at your question holding up a dvd cover. You can’t actually see a title; just blood splatters.

“There’s no title?”

“Vampire surgeon number three: the morgue.”

“There’s two others of these? WHy aren’t we watching the other two?” You hesitate while looking at the stack of dvd’s.

“Oh they’re technically sequels; the first one is actually the third one; kind of like how they fucked up star wars; but they did it on purpose; so it’s a gore fest and you slowly learn why as you watch from one to three; but it’s much more fun to go backwards; er forwards sort of.”

You’re surprised that the movie isn’t freaking you out as much; despite the amount of surprisingly realistic fake blood spurting everywhere you’re invested in the plot; wondering when everyone will figure out the vampire who’s killing everyone is just killing people who are about to turn into vampires.

“So the vampire is actually a vampire hunter?”

“Yes! Obviously no one knows this so they think he’s just a doctor with a god complex!!!”

“Why would they let a mortician become a surgeon?”

“Well they’ve both been to medical school.” Theo shrugs.

“Try not to think too hard about it, Y/N.”

“I’m not.” You use him laughing as an excuse to curl up into his chest.

“You sure? You seem a little spooked by this.”

“There’s a lot of blood. It looks real.” You try to shrug it off but Theo hums resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I’ll protect you; bet I could take that vampire with one hand behind my back.”

You’re falling asleep, Theo is playing with your hair. You’ve moved onto the first vampire doctor movie and you’re trying to stay awake but you know you’re failing. Until Theo tenses under you.

“What?” You realize you’ve actually fallen asleep when the credits are playing. Theo’s still staying still; like he’s listening out for something and you hope your breathing isn’t distracting him.

“There’s something..” He shifts; standing and pulling you along; still keeping you behind him as he steps farther into the house; head tilting trying to catch some sound you can't hear.

You step a little bit backwards; Theo hasn’t moved at all.

“Boo!” You jump forward crashing into Theo when Erica and Boyd jump from the guest room door.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE FUCKKKKK” You turn and Theo’s there laughing you scowl at him.

“Why the fuck would you…” You huff and pull away when he reaches his arms out.

“Come on baby..”

“No. Don’t baby me; Theo. You fucked up! That was so mean!”

“It was a little mean; using your powers to freak her out.” Erica offers and you nod in agreement.

“See so now I just think you shouldn’t get cuddles or anything else.”

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chapter three — guilt

➝ you thought that after everything that happened, you would never return to a paddock in your life. but fate had other plans.

➝ word count: 1,9k

➝ warnings: christian horner (i’m really sorry, but it’s for plot purposes), a little bit of angst

➝ author’s note: writing a sequel to the events of this story has been a delightful challenge, especially considering that the main character here is a person who has done questionable things and is now dealing with the consequences. i hope you like this chapter and, believe me, the gif i chose will make sense.

You walked around the car as the mechanics smeared the mixture of paraffin and green powder dye onto the airfoils of car number 11. Looking at the RB18, you couldn’t help but smile a little. “Adrian outdid himself on this one,” you thought, putting your hands in the pockets of your navy blue coat, walking to the outside of the Red Bull Racing garage.

With your eyes on the large scoreboard of the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya, where you could read “Welcome F1”, you felt a shiver run through your body. However, it hadn’t been caused by the cool breeze blowing through the pitlane that morning. It was a shiver of excitement.

— Y/N, how long have you been feeling this way? — Brooke asked you, handing you a mug of fennel tea.

— About a week — you muttered, hesitating to breathe in the scent of the liquid, lest your stomach revolt against you, as it had been doing since the previous Saturday. It had already become routine.

— Do you feel anything other than nausea? — your friend asked, as you took a sip of your tea, feeling the comforting warmth of the drink make its way into your body.

—Well, I’ve been vomiting, too — you said, placing the mug on your lap.

— Do you think it’s food poisoning?

You took another swig from your mug and leaned over to set it on the bedside table. However, as you leaned over, you let out a pained sigh, putting a hand to your right breast.

— What is it? — Brooke asked, her expression turning worried.

— My chest has been sore, but I think it’s because I’m going to have my period soon.

Brooke tilted her head, looking at you as if she was studying you.

— Nausea, vomiting, sore breasts — she repeated thoughtfully — Y/N, I think I know what’s wrong with you.

As you walked out of the shade of the garages, the sunlight hit your face. You leaned against a stack of tyres, leaned your head back, and took a deep breath. Being there in Barcelona, during the pre-season, coordinating the aerodynamics tests — it was all a dream of yours.

However, the mess of the year before, you’d hoped to never have to set foot in an F1 paddock again, especially considering the surprise you’d gotten just days before Christmas.

Your hands were shaking.

Holding the test close to your eyes, you felt your stomach sink.

The result was clear as day.

— Two lines — you muttered, looking up at Brooke, who was digging through the test box for the instructions. However, you already knew what she would say.

You’ve seen women take these tests on TV shows — two lines only ever meant one thing.

— Positive. I’m pregnant.

Silence filled the room. Your eyes filled with tears.

“Shit”, you thought.

— Y/N, you need to talk to him — Brooke whispered, dropping the box on the bed and pulling you into a hug. She was the only person who knew your entire story with Toto, from Christian’s idea to the moment you quit Mercedes, on that freezing cold night in Brackley.

The memory made you feel a pang in your heart. It had been almost two weeks since then and you hadn’t heard from Toto since. No messages, calls, emails, nothing.

It was as if you were strangers to each other.

“And now we’re going to have a baby,” you thought, your hand resting on your belly.

— Y/N — a voice with a southern English accent drew you out of your thoughts. When you opened your eyes, you found Christian Horner standing beside you, arms crossed in front of his chest.

— Yes, Christian?

— Is everything okay with the aerodynamic tests? — he asked.

— So far, yes — you replied — Checo will run with the flowviz this morning and with the sensors during the afternoon.

— Excellent — the team boss smiled — And you, how are you?

— I am fine.

— I heard you weren’t feeling very well yesterday morning — Christian said. His voice had a distinctly worried tone. The first day of testing had been difficult, especially with the smell of the garage — the metallic tang, the smell of fuel, and burning rubber — it all turned your stomach and made you want to bring your breakfast up. However, you fought your own body so you could continue doing your job the way it was meant to be done, especially at such a crucial time for the development of the car.

— It was just nausea, nothing more. I’m fine now.

It felt like an eternity had passed since you’d last been in Milton Keynes, listening to Christian’s plan to uncover the secrets of the W13’s project. Now, sitting in an uncomfortable armchair, it was his turn to listen to you.

— You know I shouldn’t let you through the factory gate, right? — the Red Bull Racing boss said, dryly.

— Yes, Christian, I know.

— But, here we are. So, say what you need to say. I’m all ears.

You took a deep breath.

— I’d like to come back. To Red Bull. To the team.

Christian looked at you for a few long seconds before a sneer played on his lips.

— It is absolutely unbelievable you’re asking me this.

— I know that I can contribute to the team with my experience and my learning at Brackley. I may not have the data from the W13 project, Christian, but I have a very good memory.

The team principal rested his chin on one hand, looking at you curiously.

— Y/N, tell me, what happened to make you change your mind?

You blinked.

— What do you mean?

— Last time we spoke, you said you didn’t want anything to do with the team anymore, that you didn’t need the money and that you wanted a clear conscience. And now, here you are, asking me for another chance. What happened?

You weren’t surprised by the question. If you wanted your job back, you had to be honest with Christian, even given the present situation.

— You know, Geri had that nausea a lot when she was pregnant with Monty, especially the first few months. I had to go without using any cologne for almost five months before she could smell it without throwing up — he said, laughing.

You forced a smile, trying to hide the way his domestic analogy hurt to hear. Nobody knew how much you wanted to be sharing this time with the man you loved. However, your eyes betrayed you — you couldn’t help but glance down the pitlane toward the Mercedes garage, where mechanics and engineers crowded around the W13.

— Haven’t you spoken to Toto yet? — Christian asked. He immediately picked up on where you were looking.

— No — you sighed.

Lying on the exam table, you anxiously tapped your fingers on your belly. The room was silent, except for the sounds of your breathing. This was definitely not the way you imagined your first ultrasound for your first child would be. When you pictured it in your head, there was always someone holding your hand, smiling at you, whispering how much they loved you both.

Toto.

The thought made your eyes fill with tears.

— Not now, Y/N — you said to yourself, taking a deep breath.

This was no time to cry.

The sound of the door opening drew your attention. In the doorway, a woman in a white coat appeared, a smile on her face.

— Hello, Miss Y/N, how are you?

— I’m fine.

She took out your chart and gave it a quick look.

— First ultrasound?

You nodded.

She set down your chart and got the ultrasound equipment ready, and picked up a bottle of something clear.

— Would you mind lifting your blouse for me?

The woman spread some gel on your belly and started passing the wand over your belly. Pressing some buttons, soon a white dot appeared on the screen.

— And there he is, your baby — she smiled at you, and you felt tears trickle from the corners of your eyes and spill down your temples. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst.

“So this is love”, you thought, a smile on your lips.

You were in the garage, talking to an engineer about the sensor data from Checo’s car when Olivia, part of Red Bull’s PR team, approached you.

— Y/N, can I talk to you?

— Can it wait until later, Olivia? We need to finish this data set…

— It’s very important, Y/N — she said, looking a little distressed.

— Olivia, I…

— Christian mentioned you in an interview.

You looked at her with a smile. Some reporter probably asked some question about the aerodynamics of the car and he probably quoted you — that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, you were head of the aerodynamics team.

— So?

Olivia pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and put it in front of you, playing the video. The footage was from an interview being given to Sky Sports, conducted by Lucy Fulton.

— Christian, in an earlier interview, Toto Wolff said that the RB18 side pods were “interesting” and that a more in-depth analysis of the solution found by your team would be in order — the reporter said — Do you agree?

— I agree, indeed our aerodynamics team found very interesting solutions this year. However, Lucy, I think Toto should worry about other things instead.

— Like what?

— I don’t know, maybe prams, cribs, that sort of thing.

“No, no, no”, you thought, feeling your hands go cold.

— What do you mean, Christian? — Lucy asked him.

— Well, I heard that there is another Wolff cub on the way, so I’d like to take this opportunity to congratulate him and his partner, Y/N. A child is always a blessing in our lives.

Your first week back was full of meetings. There was a lot to learn, both about the team and the new car. You hadn’t expected the process to be easy, especially considering your time at Brackley. However, contrary to what you expected, your colleagues gave you a warm reception.

It was as if you had never left Red Bull.

After a conversation with Adrian Newey, you were walking down the halls, heading back to your office when Christian approached you, a navy blue bag in his arms.

— Y/N, can I talk to you?

You smiled and stretched out your arm, directing him toward your office. He entered the room in front of you and waited for you to close the door.

— We, everyone at Red Bull, that is, wanted to give you a gift — he said, handing you the bag — It’s nothing much, but from the heart.

— Thank you, Christian — you said, taking the package and opening it. Inside it was a small blue suit, decorated like a Red Bull racing suit. All the details were there, from the sponsors to the small English flag next to your last name.

— There’s a bib, socks, and some toys too, all from Red Bull.

— It’s adorable. Really, thank you — you replied, giving your boss a hug. In your eyes, Christian was a good person, even if he had an odd way of showing it sometimes. You felt earnestly touched by the support he was showing you, then.

— You’ll always be part of our family, Y/N — he replied, smiling.

You felt like you’d been betrayed.

Everyone inside the garage was looking at you, the whispers increasing by the second.

The news had spread through the garage like wildfire through dry vegetation.

— This day can’t get any worse — you muttered, fighting back tears. Olivia was still standing next to you and had an arm around your shoulders. She was trying to get you to stand up from the chair you were sitting on.

— Let’s go inside, Y/N, let’s work this out — Olivia told you, her voice soft. She was trying to shield you from the prying eyes of your coworkers. However, you didn’t move. Your eyes were glued to the screen mounted on the wall in front of you, which was currently showing something absolutely terrifying.

Toto Wolff was on the monitor, striding towards the Red Bull garage, with two other Mercedes’ employees on his heels, seemingly trying to persuade him not to do anything stupid.

— Well, I guess it could get worse — you sighed.

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