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โค pairing: jungkook x female reader
โค genre: parent au, exes to lovers, ceo au, angst, fluff, and smut
โค rating: 18+
โค warnings: dilf!jungkook, tattooed!jungkook, swearing, mention of breakup, mention of jk being a fuckboy, broken hearts, nervousness, communication issues, mention of going through a dark period, oc wasnโt really nice, mention of sickness, mention of the hard side of parenthood, jk and oc are workalcoholics, the closure conversation, mention of sex, mention of death, mention of grief, mention of cheating, ย sexual tension, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, nipple play, pet names, penetrative sex, protected sex, rough sex, and creampie
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โค summary: meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time? ย
โค authorโs note: wrong time is finally all yours! i actually canโt believe itโs finally posted after almost a year of work! but it also makes me incredibly happy to release it. the past year has been a crazy year and this fic is a reflection of all that. most of the things mentioned in the fic are things that i experienced so this makes wrong time even more special to my heart ๐ย i really want to thank my nikki @xpeachesncreamโ for her support, i know i couldnโt have done it without her! ๐ย enjoy the fic & let me know what you thought of it!๐ย
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A Beast (Harwin Strong imagine)
Pairing: Harwin Strong x female Targaryen!readerย
Requested: nope
Warnings: brief mention of offing oneself, slight misogyny if you squint, spoilers for episode 1 and 3, typical westeros bs
A/N: this is much needed happiness for what happened in the show + this was basically inspired by the preview of queen charlotteโs netflix series (bridgerton prequel) PLEASE WATCH IF YOU HAVENT. literally sent a message to @astraljedi the second i finished watching that video (she sent it to me cause i had to idea this show was even happening)
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Despite being King Viserys first born daughter, Y/N had no intention of being a queen. Although she loved the attention, the balls, the feasts, the beautiful dresses and jewelry, and all the privileges that came with being the daughter of a king, she was not interested in ruling seven kingdoms. She found it dreadful, borderline psychotic. And sitting with the small council for hours, deciding what to do in certain situations made her feel bored.ย
After Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon passed, Viserys set his eyes on Y/N. He had to find a way to keep his brother Daemon from the throne, therefore he decided his daughter would be the heir and would sit on the Iron Throne after he passed. Y/N knew he was planning this. Nobody had told her, but she did notice her father giving her looks while someone brought up there were no male heirs, citing that the Realm has been in twenty-one years of uncertainty and doubt.
โYour Grace,โ a Kingsguard called, looking rather pale like he was about to faint. โPrincess Y/N has requested your presence.โ
Viserys looked perplexed for a second before making his way out of the room. Otto Hightower, however, was deeply annoyed. He still did not understand how the princess could order her father around.
Inside her bedchamber, Y/N sat on her desk. It was filled with history books, papers, and pens scattered all around. The door opened, revealing her father. He quickly smiled when he saw what she was doing. Y/N always showed a fascination for history.
โYou called?โ He cheekily asked, taking a seat next to her. His eyes scanned the table, she was reading about past kings.
โYes. I thought about going to you but I am too tired to walk,โ Y/N confessed.
โSo you make me walk here?โ Viserys faked a surprised face, Y/N always had the same excuse.
โI just wanted to speak to you privately,โ she explained.
โWell then, speak,โ Viserys softly urged her.
โI do not want to be queen.โ
The air felt tense immediately at her confession. The king did not know what to answer, his mouth opening to refute her terrible idea but no words came out.
โI am not fit to rule. It is simply not me. Father, I know you have had this on your mind since you exiled uncle Daemon but I cannot accept the responsibility of being your heir.โ
โMy sweet girl, have you always felt this way?โ He asked with concern, grabbing her hand, while she nodded. โWhy did you keep this to yourself?โ
โI did not want to anger youโฆ and I also did not want you to be disappointed. Even if you keep it to yourself, I know you feel disappointed that Rhaenyra and I are not boys.โ
โNo no, you misjudged me. I love you and your sister. Yes, me having a son would relieve you from this burden but that does not mean I feel disappointed about my daughters. You and Rhaenyra are my biggest blessings and I will always thank your mother for giving me two amazing daughters.โ
Y/N sniffled, this was the first real conversation that they had since the funeral. Her fatherโs words felt genuine. Viserys always made sure to be present in their lives, to show them love and affection.
โHowever; what am I supposed to do now t-โ
โRhaenyra can be your heir,โ Y/N declared.
Viserys eyebrows rose with curiosity. โRhaenyra? Has she spoken to you about this?โ
โHonestly, no, she has not. But father, she can rule the kingdoms. Even if she does not participate, she learns from being in the small council meetings. Talk to her. She deserves being on the Iron Throne.โ
They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Viserys stood up to hug her. Y/N buried her face in his chest, feeling grateful that her father understood and did not argue about her decision.
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They had decided to do a hunt to celebrate Aegonโs second nameday.
Y/N sat with the other ladies while she ate some sweet treats. It was mindless chatter, Alicent tried to include her in the conversation but Y/N only gave short answers to whatever they were asking about. Rhaenyra was nowhere in sight, which aggravated Y/N. Where could she possibly be?ย
With nothing else to do, Y/N excused herself and left the tent. The thought of going to sleep for the rest of the day sounded blissful.
โPardon me, Princess?โ A man interrupted her thoughts. โMy name is Theodore Tyrell.โ
Y/N smiled politely as he handed her a fruit bowl. โI gathered that from the rose on your chest. Thank you.โ
โI do not think we've been properly introduced. I never found the correct opportunity to speak with you privately.โ
โOh,โ Y/N awkwardly smiled. โHere I am. A pleasure to meet you, my lord.โ
โHave you ever been to Highgarden?โ Theodore asked.
โTwice, yet I am too young to remember,โ Y/N replied, a feeling of dread filling her heart.
โYou would love it. Highgarden is filled with flowers all around. Beautiful roses climbing up walls. The sights of the roseroad and the ocean road are simply breathtaking. However, we do not have a dragonpitโฆโ
โWhy, if I may ask, do you need a dragonpit?โ Y/N hissed, pushing the bowl of fruits into his hands before the anger got the best of her.
โTo house dragons, of course,โ he replied with a condescending tone.
Y/N turned around and stormed into the tent, marching toward her father. โOh, sweetheart, I was just about to call for you.โ Viserys' smile dropped when he realized his daughter was seething with anger. โAre you alright?โ
โLord Tyrell? That is your best choice?โ Y/N barked at him. โThat man could be my grandfather.โ
โYou are of age, Y/N. Three-and-twenty, it is time for you to marry. It has been for a while.โ
โThat man? I would rather throw myself from the highest tower at the Red Keep before marrying him.โ Viserys' eyes widened at her threat.
โEnough! I have been trying to speak about this with you since you became of age and all you have given me have been excuses. You must marry! It is your duty, especially now that your sister is the heir.โ Viserys exclaimed, capturing the attention of everyone in the tent. People were staring, some of them murmuring about the conversation between the King and his daughter. โYou and your sister will marry, whether you both like it or not. That is not up for discussion.โ
Princess Y/N was quietly crying out of anger and frustration. Deep down in her heart, she knew her father was right, she needed to marry. Viserys went silent, mentally scolding himself for upsetting his precious daughter.
After their heated conversation, Y/N retired to her tent for the day, stating she was not to be disturbed under any circumstances.ย
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Hours later, after the king had sunk into his cups, Lord Strong decided to try his luck.
โExcuse me, Your Grace.โ Lyonel stood in front of the King, at the bottom of the steps. โCan we speak for a moment?โ
Viserys sighed. โShould I guess? You believe that your son, Ser Harwin โBreakbonesโ, the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms, is the best match for Y/N.โ
Lyonel cleared his throat. โYes sir, I believe so. My son, from what I have noticed, could be the only one that can deal with the princess. He is heir to Harrenhall, his strength and knowledge of battle will keep the princess protected. And the area is big enough to build a dragonpit.โ
โAre you sure about this? Do you think my daughter will agree to this arrangement?โ Viserys was unsure. Surely his daughter would not like this at all.ย
โPerhaps she will try and fight it, Your Grace. They should at least meet and have a conversation, maybe that will help. We should not just send them off to wed immediately. My son would not like that either.โ
Viserys hummed. โAfter we return to kingโs Landing, I will talk to her. I suggest you do the same with your son.โ
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Days later, in the Red Keep, Y/N was actively ignoring her father. She was still hurt about how their conversation played out. She ate all her meals in her bedchamber, only leaving when she knew her father was in a small council meeting. Alicent also made attempts to get them to talk but Y/N was not interested.
During the night, she felt relaxed to go out and sneak some food from the kitchens and new books, when she was intercepted by the King.
โY/N!โ He yelled, startling her. โYou cannot keep doing this. We must talk.โ
She shook her head and walked faster to her chamber, but he was close behind. Y/N could not close the door before he got inside. โFather, please, leave me alone.โ
โNo! I am sick of this, Y/N. You will not keep avoiding me,โ Viserys raged. She sighed, sitting on her bed in defeat. โYou will marry, I have found you a suitor.โ
Y/N opened her mouth to protest, only for Viserys to raise his hand to make her stop.
โThis is not up for discussion. You will meet him tomorrow night.โ
โWho is he?โ She asked and Viserys turned around to leave. โFather! Who is he? What is his name!โย
The king had left. Y/N yelled in frustration, she hated not knowing.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle, Lyonel was about to speak with Harwin. โSon, do you have a moment?โ
โOf course, father. What is it?โ Harwin put down the paper he was reading to focus on Lyonel.
โYou are to be wed.โ He blurted out. Harwin felt the air being sucked out of him. โI spoke with the king during the hunt. You are to marry princess Y/N.โ
โWhat? The king agreed to your proposal?โ He was stunned. โWhat did princess Y/N say?โ
โShe, uhโฆ she does not know you are the suitor,โ Lyonel confessed. โWe think it is better like this.โ
โFather, that is absurd. She must be losing her mind at the uncertainty, you know that.โ
Lyonel sighed. โI know, son. As I said, you will meet her tomorrow night. The king is already planning a feast in honor of this union.โย
Harwin did not know what to think. He had not met Y/N, only saw her from a distance during the hunt. He was captivated by her beauty. He could only hope Y/N was not too upset when she found out it was him.
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The following morning, Y/N was speaking with Rhaenyra while they ate breakfast together.
โSister, you have to forgive father eventually,โ Rhaenyra reminded her while taking a bite out of an apple.
โI know,โ Y/N exhaled. โI justโฆ I just feel that he does not care about my opinion on the matter.โ
โIf that were the case, you would be in Highgarden right now.โ
Y/N gave her a look. โI suppose you are right. Have you heard anything about this mysterious suitor?โ
โNo, I am afraid I have not,โ Rhaenyra confessed. โFather has been very secretive since we came back from the hunt.โ Y/N covered her face with her hands, letting out an exasperated sigh. โPerhaps you will like him, he could be very handsome.โ
โOr he could be a beast,โ Y/N contradicted.
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Nobody in the castle talked about the suitor. The princess has not heard not even a whisper about him. It frightened her immensely.ย
The hours moved quickly and it was time for them to meet. Viserys had arranged the small hall for this. Almost everything was going according to plan, but they did not know what the princess was up to in the gardens.
Y/N was currently trying to climb up a wall using flower branches. She planned to climb up, run from the castle, and come back the following morning. It sounded easy in her head, but now that it had to be executed, Y/N found it was not so simple. On the other hand, Harwin was on his way to the hall when he saw someone with silver locks trying to escape. He chuckled, walking up to stand under an arch.
โHello, my lady. Are you in need of any assistance?โ Harwin asked, holding his hands behind his back.
โI am quite fine, thank you. You can go back inside and do whatever,โ she dismissed him.
โI will. But I am curiousโฆ What are you doing?โ
โNothing,โ she answered.
โYou are doing something,โ Harwin observed.
โI am not.โ
โYou are.โ
Y/N got down from the branch, staring at the wall. โIf you must know, I am trying to ascertain the best to climb over this garden wall.โ She put her hands on her hips.
โClimb? Whatever for?โ Harwin wondered with an amused expression.
โI think he may be a beast.โ
โA beast?โ He answered in surprise. โWho are we discussing?
โThat is none of your business.โ The princess slightly turned to say this to him before focusing her attention on the wall, causing Harwin to take a sharp breath to calm himself. โMy suitor,โ he smirked. โNo one will speak of him with me. He is clearly a beast.โ
โUnderstood,โ Harwin nodded.
โIf I grab here, perhaps you can assist me by lifting me up,โ Y/N moved her hand to get his attention, then proceeded to climb up the branches again.ย
โYou do not like beasts? What he looks like matters?โ Harwin wondered.
โI do not care what he looks like. What I do not like is not knowing.โ Harwin was right then, he told his father this. โNow, here. Just hold here, with a lift I believe I can climb up the garden wall.โ
โYou want me to lift you over so you may escape?โ Harwin repeated what she requested, still feeling amused. โPeople will notice you are missing.โ
โI will worry about that later. Now, please make haste.โ
โI have absolutely no intention of helping you.โ
Y/N got down and walked towards him. โI am a lady in distress. You refuse to help a lady in distress?โ
โI refuse when that lady in distress is trying to go over a wall so she does not have to marry me.โ
Y/N was stunned. โYou? You are the man I am supposed to marry?โ Her cheeks were red in embarrassment.
โI am deeply sorry if I look like a beast, princess,โ Harwin teased. โI would have thought the same if I had not known it was you.โ
โYou,โ she cleared her throat, โwho are you?โ
โSer Harwin Strong,โ he introduced himself while grabbing her hand to kiss it.
โLord Strongโs son?โ Y/N questioned with confusion.
โSo you have heard about me,โ Harwin smirked.
โIf I am honest, only your name.โ Y/Nโs cheeks were even more flushed if that was possible. โI, ummโฆ I will see you inside. Excuse me, Ser.โ
Y/N almost ran, wanting to be away from him as soon as possible. Harwin, however, was faster. He grabbed her arm to make her stop and turn to him, bringing her close to his body. โWait, princess.โ
โThis is not proper,โ she stuttered.
โNeither is you trying to escape,โ Harwin noted. Y/N failed to get out of his grip once again, his hold was tight but not enough to hurt.
โWhat must I do for you to let me go?โ Y/N pouted.
โJust have a conversation with me before we go to the hall, so you can see I am not the beast you thought of,โ he proposed. Y/N huffed in defeat, but deep down she was intrigued by him.
โLead the way, Ser Harwin.โ
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Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!reader
Summary: Daemon has asked you to marry him, but you have to wait to talk with King Viserys until Rhaeneyra and Laenor's wedding takes place. As you and Daemon try to hide the affection you feel for one another, everything gets more complicated with you being betrothed to Jason Lannister.
Warnings: Iโm not a native English speaker, strong language, incest, mention of sexual abuse, no smut but Daemon is such a tease
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A/N: This part only has Daemon and the reader, I hope you enjoy it!
Another sob echoed inside the Dragonpit.
Wrapping your arms around your torso, you rested your head against Caraxesโ neck as he laid on the ground with its eyes closed. You, too, was sitting on the ground, your knees pulled against your chest.
The way Jason Lannister had tried to assault you was enough to leave you crying and shaking for the rest of the night, but the way your mother had reacted affected you even more. You caressed Caraxesโ cold, hard scales as you tried to control your crying -you hated how vulnerable you were feeling. But, at the same time, you were burning with rage.
You wanted to take out your anger on someone -on Jason Lannister, to be more precise -but you knew you had to wait for the morning so that the King could decide on whichever punishment he seemed fit. Hence, the only thing you could do was to imagine how it would satisfy you if you could let Virion burn him slowly, hearing the screams of agony.
โEverything could have been easier,โ you muttered, you were talking to Caraxes, โif I could just marry Daemon and get the fuck away from all this shit.โ
Thinking about Daemon seemed to calm you down a little bit as your crying slowly faded away, leaving its place to deep breaths and, most likely, bloodshot eyes. At that moment, you craved to feel the heat of his body more than ever, for you knew that only he could wash away the stains left by Jason Lannister.
โYou make this little game of hide-and-seek rather too easy, Princes.โ Daemonโs voice came from behind you, causing you to swiftly turn your head back to look at him. โI suggest you get more creative.โ
You watched him as he walked towards you. He was wearing a black vest with a crimson shirt underneath and the shadows caused by the torches on the walls -which didnโt cast enough light to illuminate the space at all -created eerie figures on his handsome face as he kneeled next to you.
Wiping away the tears rolling down your cheeks, you rested your forehead against Caraxes, your eyes closed. โHe brings me to ease,โ you spoke with a low voice. โI cannot think of a better place but his side when I wish to hide from the nightmares haunting me.โ
You could imagine Daemon raising an eyebrow at your words. โThe said nightmare being your mother, I assume?โ
โWell, she is the biggest of them, thatโs for sure,โ you muttered as you opened your eyes and looked at Daemon. Some strands of his short, silver hair were curled in way that made them fall in front of his eyes. โDaemon, there is something you should know,โ you began to speak after taking a deep breath. โTonight, Jaโฆโ
Before you could even speak, Daemon placed his right index finger in front of your lips. โI know what happened, Y/N, you neednโt speak those words.โ Even though he gave his best to seem perfectly calm, you could easily notice the way his jaw clenched. โSer Harwin told me.โ
Your eyes widened with surprise, you didnโt expect him to hear about the incident so soon. โIโฆ Whatโฆ Did you do something?โ You asked with a low voice.
Daemon moved his right hand to cup your face, his touch was warm against your cold skin. โTo that fucking cunt of a lord? I intended to cut off his cock and shove it in his mouth; however, I was reminded that you, Y/N, wished my brother to punish him as he sees fit.โ Daemon responded to your question, and it made you realise that his violent side somehow turned you on even during such a time. โThus, I simply made sure that the pretty blue of his eyes would be wider visible all around his face.โ
With a confused expression on your face, you held his left hand and raised it in the air, only to see the bruises on his knuckles. Daemon was watching you carefully as he waited for a reaction. Slowly, you let his hand down and took a deep breath. โI just wanted to drag him down there and let Virion burn him as he screamed in agony.โ You confessed, โbut I know I should avoid any further political complications -I assume the King wouldnโt really appreciate it if it came to be known that the man, whom he personally betrothed to his niece, has tried toโฆโ
Not letting you finish, Daemon pressed his lips against yours. โI never want to hear those words leaving your lips, Y/N, do you understand?โ He whispered in between kisses before pulling himself a little back. Feeling his lips against yours made you realise that you wanted him at that very moment. You wanted to drown the disgusting memories from the night in your desire for him. โWhat did your mother tell you?โ
You followed Daemon as he slowly stood up. โShe thinks that I am responsible for what he tried to do to me.โ You spat out the words, rage building up within you once again. โShe makes me sick!โ
โHey,โ Daemon cupped your face with both hands as he leaned into you, his breath caressing your face every time he exhaled. โY/N, darling, look at me.โ You raised your head to meet his violet eyes. โI promise you, I will help you get rid of her and that cunt of a lord, soon, but I need you to at least try to keep your calm until then.โ
You gulped before speaking. โI want you, Daemon,โ you whispered as you pulled him down into a kiss. โI just want to be yours.โ
โYou are already mine, Y/N,โ Daemon whispered against your lips as he slid his hands down to rest them on your hips. โOnly mine.โ
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you parted your lips to deepen the kiss. Daemon let his tongue slide into your mouth, causing you to sigh into the kiss as it met yours. Every time he kissed you, the horrors were beginning to fade away ever so slowly as new memories with Daemon took their places.
You could feel the heat between your legs growing while Daemonโs hands wandered around your body.
โDid he hurt you?โ Daemon asked, slowly parting your lips. You nodded reluctantly. โShow me.โ
Taking a small step back, you gathered your silver hair on your left shoulder, only to expose an ugly bite mark which made the little love-marks from Daemon seem like simple dots. Even though the Dragonpit was dimly lit, the dark purple spot could be easily recognised on your pale skin.
It wasnโt hard to realise how much effort Daemon gave to keep himself calm.
With slow steps, Daemon walked behind you and rested his hands on your waist. Then, he laid his lips on the exposed side of your neck, leaving gentle kisses until reaching your collar bone. You closed your eyes and let your head lean against his chest as you left yourself completely to his kisses. Your breath got heavier each time his lips met the sensitive skin of your neck once more and you could hardly resist the urge to rub your thighs against each other.
โDaemon,โ you breathed out his name as he let his tongue touch your skin. โTake me.โ
He chuckled against your neck before raising his head to have his lips on a level with your ear. โYou need to be more precise with your wishes, Princess.โ He whispered, it was obvious that he was, once again, up for teasing you.
Quickly, you turned around inside his arms, your bodies still pressed against each other, his hold firm on your waist. He was looking down at you. โI want you to take me,โ you spoke as you rested your hands on his chest. โHere. Right now.โ
A smirk found its way to Daemonโs lips. โIn front of Caraxes?โ he asked while he pointed at his dragon with his head. However, you didnโt really pay attention to him as you raised to your fingertips and pressed your lips against his. He kissed you back, just as passionately as you were, only to part your lips short after. โWeโll miss the dessert.โ
โI donโt give a fuck about the dessert,โ you whispered as you tried to capture his lips once again, but he clicked his tongue, pulling his head back.
โAnd you wish to kiss me with that mouth, Y/N?โ You rolled your eyes, which made Daemon let out a soft laugh for he loved how impatient you were becoming. With a sudden movement, he pulled you towards him so that your bodies were pressed against each other. โI will take you, Princess, but not now and not here.โ
You whined, which brought a cocky smirk to his lips.
โEven though I quite enjoy seeing how hard you crave me, I have rather different plans for tonight which do not involve fucking you in the Dragonpit.โ With slow movements, he pushed a strand of silver hair behind your ear, which had fallen in front of your face. โFurther, your mother should better be reminded that her fucked-up plan was never enough to tame a dragon.โ
You let your look linger on his lips for a while before moving it to his purple eyes. โYou think we should go back to the feast?โ You asked, only to earn a nod from Daemon. With slow movements, he took out a black, silk scarf from his pocket and wrapped it gently around your neck. Then, he pressed his lips against yours.
The kiss was short but it was full of longing and desire, which left you aching for more after Daemon took a step back. You were already missing the heat of his body. โCome now, we have one more role to play tonight,โ he told you, walking towards the exit. โAfter that, I shall have you in my chambers.โ With that, Daemon sent you one last lustful look, โand let the whole fucking castle know whom you really belong to.โ
Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen.
You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Part Seventeen
Part Eighteen
Part Nineteen
Part Twenty
Part Twenty-One
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All typical Game of Thrones/House of The Dragon warnings apply to this story, but I will put specific ones above each chapter.
Can someone make a very angsty Harwin Strong x reader story? Or an unrequited love something because I badly want to cry I still can't accept the fate of Laena and Harwin๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x OFC (Melessa Tyrell) Warnings: Smut, angst.
Synopsis: When Daemon returns to King's Landing for the first time in fifteen years he sets his sights on his nephew Aemond's betrothed, Melessa. The trouble with happy endings though, is that they rarely work out when deep down you feel you don't deserve one...
Moodboard by the wonderfully talented @ruby-dragon
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six (FINAL)
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๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐โ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ (short series) ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ร๐'๐ย II ๐๐๐ II ๐๐๐ II ๐๐๐๐๐ II ๐ ๐๐๐
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youโre my absolute favourite lando fanfic writer, i get so excited whenever you post. can you do some sort of fake dating x enemies to lovers with lando & some angst & grovelling please? i leave the rest up to you, i canโt wait to see what you come up with<3
THIS IS THE BEST MIX OF TROPES I HAVE EVER SEEN I LOVE YOU FOR THIS also thank you so much for saying Iโm your fav lando writer Iโm blushing โบ๏ธ
Summary: Lando and Y/n have never liked each other and itโs only the distaste the world has for them when McLaren forces them to โput on a show for the publicโ. At first, a few hand holds and light, quick kisses seem to be tolerable, yet feather light touches turn into longing stares and, suddenly, theyโre falling in love. Although, hatred is a powerful emotion. Can love really trump it?
Warnings: language, sexual discussions, very mild smut, lando and yn yearning, yn calling lando a man whore not affectionately, talks of death, a crash, sheโs long so grab popcorn, omfg this one hurts
Note: i love a good fake dating yโall donโt GET. IT. Also i added the reformed playboy trope to this to spice things up! Itโs very mildly mentioned tho
โAre you fucking kidding me?!โ Lando screeches, body flying from his chair beside Y/n.
Charlotte smiles tightly at him, nodding slowly and putting her hands up, โLando, yes. You know this is the only way to clean up the reputation you two have developed together.โ
He groans, turning to pace the room when Zak interrupts, โLando, be a fucking man and clean up the mess youโve made.โ
He turns quickly, eyes bulging as he yells, โIt wasnโt fucking me! It was her!โ He turns to look at Y/n, bewildered look in his eyes as he points furiously at her, โIt was you! You got us into this mess! You clean it up!โ
Y/n rolls her eyes at him and he almost loses his head, โYouโre just as at fault, Lando. Youโre the one that openly criticized my driving in a room full of reporters and cameras!โ
โI was asked a fucking question, Y/n. It was my job to answer it honestly.โ He shoots back.
She scoffs, โAre you fucking psychotic? Or just that fucking stupid? Our job is to lie to the press, thatโs what itโs always been. Donโt fucking change it when itโs convenient for you.โ
Landoโs hands claw at his eyes as they continue to bicker, โThe only person whoโs stupid here is you.โ
โI was standing up for myself!โ
โOh, yeah?! Now, look where thatโs gotten us! A fucking PR stunt!โ
โGet over yourself, Lando! Youโre just as at fault!โ
โYouโre so fucking annoying, Y/n! Canโt take any fucking accountabil-โ
โOh, please, youโre one to ta-โ
โOKAY!โ Charlotte claps her hands as she stops the two drivers. The image before her is one she never thought sheโd see this season. Lando Norris, a McLaren driver and well known playboy, getting mad he had to kiss one of the most beautiful women to grace the sport of Formula 1, fellow driver on the grid, Y/n Y/l/n. She surely wouldโve chuckled if Landoโs eyes werenโt alive with an angry fire she needed to diffuse immediately.
โYou two need to just realize that whose fault this was doesnโt matter. What you need to focus on is pretending youโre in love, so the media stops breathing down McLarenโs and Red Bullโs necks. This is the only way we can make all this bad press go away.โ She explains, hands moving rapidly in front of her as she tries to calm the two down.
Y/n, the more rational one, nods, accepting her fate with grace. Lando, on the other hand, stomps his foot on the ground and mutters a sentence of agreement before storming out of the room.
Y/n laughs, turning to Zak and Charlotte, the papaya employees looking as if five years had just been taken off their lives, โI donโt know how you put up with him. Heโs so fucking childish.โ
Charlotte, media trained, smiles, โHeโs better when he isnโt angry.โ
Zak, not media trained, nods, โY/n, Iโve never agreed with you more.โ
The man and woman share a look, a subtle scolding glint in Charlotteโs eye as she stares at Zak. He backs down, earning a giggle from Y/n as she begins to leave the room.
โYouโll send the NDAs and other contracts over to Red Bull, right? Iโd like to get this started and over with as soon as possible.โ Y/n smiles, a soft one that makes others feel warm inside.
Charlotte nods, โOf course. Consider it done.โ
Y/n, keeping her smile and composure, withdraws from the room, the door closing with a loud click.
Zak and Charlotte are left to sink down into the chairs behind them. Slugging, Zakโs head lulls to her side, โThis is either the best idea weโve ever had or the worst one.โ
She laughs, โThey either fall in love or hate each other more.โ
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โOkay, so,โ Charlotte smiles at Lando and Y/n from her side of the SUV, the two on either side of the car, sitting as far away from the other as possible, โThis is going to be a short outing.โ
โThank God.โ Lando mumbles under his breath, earning a scowl from the girl beside him.
Charlotte huffs, continuing, โJust a coffee run. Youโll go into the cafe, holding hands, maybe a kiss or two, get your drinks, and then leave. Very quick. However, I need you two to give it your all. This will be the first time the public sees you as something more than enemies. It needs to be convincing. Heart eyes and maybe, if youโre comfortable, roaming hands.โ
Landoโs head turns in utter disgust, โIf you fucking think Iโm going to touch her ass or some shit, youโve absolutely lost it.โ
Y/nโs body whips around, whole torso facing him as she stares him down, โOh, please, Lando, you get no fucking women. You havenโt touched anybodyโs ass, let alone a girlโs, in fucking ages.โ
โOh, yeah? Then, explain the girl that woke up in my bed this morning!โ He fires back, head tilting in a challenging way.
Y/n shoves her arms across her chest as she sits back and whispers, loud enough for him and Charlotte to hear, โMan whore.โ
Charlotteโs eyebrows lift slightly, exhaling a breath, โWell! This should be fun!โ
The car comes to a stop in an alleyway, hidden from prying eyes. Charlotte lets the silence pass between the two for a few moments before leaning over and opening Landoโs door, โWell, get on with it! Chop chop! Donโt have all the time in the world.โ
Lando slides out of the car, shaking his head and grumbling incoherently. Y/n follows him, however, when she gets her legs hanging out the door, she is reminded of just how high the car is off the ground. She goes to turn her body around, opting to slide slowly out on her stomach in avoidance of an accident, but, before she can get positioned, Lando grabs her hips and lifts her from the car, down onto the ground.
Thereโs a moment where sheโs so taken aback, surprised, by the movement, all she can do is grip onto his biceps and stare down at her feet, safely on the pavement. Itโs only when Charlotte starts yelling, โYes! Yes, Lando! Just like that! Look at her like that!โ That she looks up. What she finds is deep green eyes completely dilated and lost in the sight of her. She reminds herself of the hatred this man has for her, brushing off the way his hands squeeze over the flesh of her hips desperately, and removes herself from his hold.
Immediately, he comes to, the snarl replacing whatever emotion had taken over his face before. She trails down the dirty, smelly passageway, hearing Landoโs feet patter behind her.
Itโs as if sheโs achingly aware of his presence when he reaches her, just before they turn onto the public street, and takes her hand in his. The way his cologne wraps around her body, suffocating her in the most addicting way, and the feeling of his fingers fitting perfectly in the divots of hers, soft against her skin, has Y/n reeling. She goes along with his movements, relying on him to guide her as she travels to a place where Landoโs just the man she used to think he was; insanely hot and incredibly charming.
He pulls her back, however, when he opens the door for her and quietly says her name when she doesnโt walk through.
โY/n?โ His hand tugs against hers, smiling softly at the way she stares off into space. Whether that smile is genuine, although, Y/n has no clue.
She shakes her head, murmuring a thank you to him as she scurries past the threshold. When they both enter, their presence is immediately clocked by the other customers waiting for their orders. Thatโs what Y/n tells herself when Lando comes up behind her, arms around her waist as he rests his head on the top of hers.
โWhat do you want, baby? Iโm paying.โ He says, low enough for it to come across as a whisper, but loud enough for the girl in front of them to turn her head slightly in curiosity.
Heโs surprisingly good at this, falling into the role demanded of him in a way that has Y/n faltering. She was expecting a man who was so distant from her, the same as her past partners, she had to beg for his attention. Yet, here she was getting showered in affection by a man she was convinced didnโt have the capacity for it.
Her response is easy, covering for the feelings arising within a certain part of herself she canโt quite name, โJust a cappuccino. Thanks, Lan.โ
His grin is sweet as he lays a kiss on her temple. His hands rub over her hips as he detaches himself from her body and moves in front of her, teasingly pushing her away from the register with a light laugh.
Lando spews off the order to the man behind the counter as Y/n moves to the other side of the establishment, residing where the orders are dropped off. It couldโve been strategic, it probably was she promises herself, but Lando yells across the store to her.
โY/n! Love, do you want food? They have your favorite here,โ He smiles at her, earning a few giggles from fawning girls in the corner, โCroissants!โ
Did he know croissants are actually her favorite or was that just a lucky guess?
Y/n gives him an airy chuckle, head falling back slightly in a lovesick way as she shakes her head, โNah, Iโm okay. Just gives us another opportunity to come back here.โ
He nods at her, shaking his head at the barista and handing him some cash.
He tips the change, a hefty amount seemingly as Y/n watches the worker hesitate and thank Lando profusely. Her heart warms, shining on the inside as he treats hardworking people, those who are usually treated horrifically, with the utmost respect.
These reactions sheโs having toward him are confusing, a far off nagging in her brain that she mightโve always wished for this type of attention specifically from him.
Nevertheless, she forces her mind to end its overwhelming thoughts when he waltzes over and sidles up next to her. Sheโs determined to keep this transactional, however she can.
She canโt get feelings.
She wonโt get feelings.
And that was that, she decided.
โLando!โ Another worker calls out, setting down two drinks on the counter in front of them. Y/n goes to pick them up, however Lando beats her, giving her a cheeky grin as he mumbles, โYouโre my girlfriend, Y/n. You donโt get the drinks, I do. Donโt be barbaric.โ
She stands staring at him, mouth agape at his comment as the girls sitting behind them, somehow closer now, gasp.
Y/n hits his arm, the liquid jostling in his grip, โWe werenโt supposed to say anything yet!โ
He shrugs in return as he pushes the door open with the side of his body, and waits for her to walk through, โI guess I just couldnโt wait, baby. Too in love.โ
She shakes her head at him, taking the drink from his hand, their digits brushing against the otherโs in an electrifying way, โDown the toilet goes the soft launch plan.โ
As they turn the corner, the smile he had been adoring her with suddenly vanishes and the usual pain that fills his expression when heโs around her returns.
โIโm just trying to get this over with, Y/n. Waiting a whole fucking month to tell some fans weโre together is so fucking stupid and Iโm not doing it.โ He bites out, a hostility to him she had forgotten in the ten minutes he had just treated her like she was his everything.
She drops the coffee on the ground as they grow closer to the car, shock at his quick change in attitude forcing her body to go numb. Lando stops when she does, both of them staring down at the leaking, steaming drink.
He dryly laughs at her, โHow fucking stupid! Canโt even hold her own drink! No wonder youโre a shit driver!โ
He gets in the car, shutting the door harshly and leaving her to internalize his criticisms.
For some reason, after getting a glimpse at what being loved by him feels like, his words hurt more, mean more.
What a dangerous game.
โ
Lando is a known party animal. Heโs in love with the blinding lights, loud music, and alcohol flowing without a care in the world what hangover heโd be graced with in the morning. However, with her here, it proves to be a much more stressful experience.
Sheโs glued to his side, not particularly the clubbing type, and Lando feels his heart quicken when other men bend their backs to see her walk away. A month into the arrangement they structured and heโs consistently feeling as if heโs fighting off every man that floats their way.
Heโs worried someone will try to take advantage of her; heโs worried someone will spike her drink; heโs worried someone will touch her weirdly; heโs worried someone will bother her.
Heโs worried about her.
A thought so pressing he forces it out of his mind, away from the impending cloudiness that accompanies a topic so big; the way he feels toward her.
The way it was explained to him, by the joint teams of McLaren PR and Red Bull PR, was that, for the first few weeks, their relationship outings would consist of soft dates, quick times spent out together grabbing takeout or a few pictures here and there on both their social medias that addressed their relationship status. Once they got past that time period, they would begin to see the public more often as a union. Long dinners, a handful of charity functions, a gala, and nights out clubbing riddled his calendar now.
Something he wasnโt too opposed to he was coming to find out.
That was the phase they were entering now; the hard launch. After his stunt in the coffee shop those four weeks ago, the teams had to regroup. The girls who had been hanging around had heard his slight confession of love, plastering it on the internet for every person to see.
The consequence? Lando didnโt get to be seen with Y/n for a week as the PR teams waited for the attention around the news to subside.
He wouldnโt risk that now.
Not when he was beginning to get used to the way her hand held his bicep as his fingers tangled in her other hand below.
โLan?โ She yells in his ear, their footsteps just now reaching the VIP section as the bodyguard lets them through.
He looks down at her, their faces centimeters away, lips centimeters away, and Landoโs scared.
Scared of the things he wants to do as her plump, pink lips sit right below his.
โYeah?โ His eyes avert to Max, his best friend, the boy giving him a knowing glance as he sips on his glass.
โGet me a drink please? I would do it myself, but I donโt want to risk having to talk to a random guy and-โ He interrupts her immediately when she mentions the possibility of someone else hitting on her.
โI got it.โ Heโs spinning around, fast walking toward the bar before she can tell him what she wants.
She turns around, wandering over to Max and plopping down beside him on the soft, black couch in the corner of the room.
Max shakes his head as he looks at her, chuckling softly before letting his head fall to his chest.
โWhat?โ She asks, eyebrows raising at the boy she had grown close to over the time sheโd spent with his friend.
โYou two are so funny.โ He continues giggling, his girlfriend smacking his arm with a cautious look.
Y/nโs eyebrows furrow, โWhat?โ
โYou guys say you hate each other, but then you look at each other like you canโt wait to rip the otherโs clot-โ He begins, but Pietra slaps her hand over his mouth.
โMAX FEWTRELL!โ She screams over the music, โNONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!โ
Her scolding makes him cower into himself, a drunken look on his face as he searches for mercy from his girlfriend.
Y/n is about to press for more when Lando shoves her drink in front of her, holding it out for her until she cradles it in her own.
Looking down at it, her head tilts, โA vodka soda with two orange slices?โ
Lando stares at her blankly, โYeah, youโre favorite, right?โ
She nods, โYeah.โ
They look at each other for a moment. Confusion on both their faces for two different reasons.
โIs that a problem?โ He asks her, hand dangerously close to her thigh and heating the skin of her leg up with the need for him to splay his fingers across it.
She shakes her head slowly, โNo, just- How did you know it was my favorite?โ
Emotions flash through his eyes, too fast for Y/n to decipher them. He withdraws physically, cold returning to her leg when his hand retracts to his lap.
โUh, you just told me a few times.โ He stutters.
If she knew him better, she might say for certain he was nervous.
Not mentioning the fact she had never told him what her favorite alcoholic drink was, Y/n moves on. Itโs not because she doesnโt want to find out how he knew what she liked or that she simply doesnโt care how he knows, itโs because a camera catches her peripheral eye. Her head discreetly moves to the side, analyzing the drunken girl who stumbles over to the railing and points her phone right at them.
Y/n falls into Landoโs side, his body laid against the back of the couch and making for a comfortable cushion. His arm automatically wraps around her shoulders as her hand plants itself on his upper thigh.
When her fingers brush teasingly close to his crotch, he looks down at her, astonished, โWhat are you doing?โ
โCamera.โ She says, his eyes looking up through his lashes before he sees what she had witnessed before.
He nods subtly, leaning down immediately to press his lips to hers shortly. Itโs a kiss like the ones theyโd had before, quick and dry, yet, this one, instead of pulling away right after, Lando lingers. His lips brush against hers in hesitation, as if heโs deciding whether or not he wants to lean back in for more. His eyes stare into hers, top lip hitting her bottom one as he dips his chin down. Heโs close to taking what he wants, breath heavy against her face as he holds her to him. His hands eagerly claw at her dress, forcing her to stay where she is, where he wants her to be, close to him. Yet, he continues to hesitate.
Finally, for the first time, Y/n sees the emotion that hides behind the beautiful color of his eyes; confusion.
Itโs only for a split second though. She sees it only for a millisecond as Lando feels the way she breaks down a wall he had built up long ago. When she realizes the war behind his head, he retreats.
His hands fall from her back and his head turns to the side, rejecting what he wanted to do. She watches him look for the girl that had been filming them, eyes roaming over the crowd before coming to the conclusion she was gone.
โNo camera.โ He says curtly, pushing her off him as he gets up from the couch and walks back to the bar.
She watches him order another drink, no doubt for himself.
Her eyes train on the drink that sits, sweating, on the table in front of them.
Landoโs drink thatโs completely full.
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Liquid courage is a real thing. Itโs what drives Lando to ask Y/n to join him on the dance floor. Itโs what drives Y/n to pull him into her and sway her hips right against him. Theyโre on beat with the music, it thumping in their hearts as Lando grips her hips and forces her body closer to his. Thereโs a newfound sexual tension, rather than the usual tension that consisted of complicated feelings and lingering hurt over past insults. Her hands drape over his neck, head in his chest as he lays his against her shoulder, withholding groans when she circles her hips and accidentally caresses his dick.
His headโs somewhere else, terrifyingly so. Heโs not fully thinking through his actions or the thoughts running through his head, the consequences they would have.
All he can think about is the feeling of Y/nโs boobs pressed up against his chest, her cleavage cum-worthy when he looks down and sees her potential spill-out.
The chorus of Love Tonight pumps through the speakers, communicating the feelings theyโre too scared to say.
All I need is your love tonight.
All I need is your love tonight.
All I need is your love tonight.
All I need is your love tonight.
The music spurs him on, almost nudging his head downwards to meet her in the same spot they had been in just a few hours before.
His lips hovering over hers with the same thoughts as before, Landoโs brain goes haywire. Sheโs panting against him, hips relentless as they continue to circle against him. Heโs drowning in her, no escape from the hold she has on him.
Fuck it, he thinks.
He smashes his lips against hers, the first kiss theyโve had that truly puts into perspective how much they want each other. Teeth clashing, his tongue wandering the walls of her mouth, Lando and Y/n fail to come up with an excuse for their actions.
No cameras, no fans, no press.
Just the two of them, dancing and kissing with one singular goal.
All I need is your love tonight.
โ
โHereโs your check! Thank you for joining us tonight!โ The waiter smiles, setting down the black booklet as Lando quickly swipes it from the table.
Whining, Y/n waves her card around, โLando, when are you going to let me pay? I donโt think Iโve paid a single time weโve been together.โ
He smiles at her mischievously, โExactly.โ
She rolls her eyes, โLando,โ
He eyes her as he scribbles onto the receipt, โY/n,โ
She scoffs, sitting back in her chair with a huff.
When heโs done, he gives her a sympathetic look before reaching across the table and grabbing her hand, โHow about next time we get coffee you pay for your own?โ
She looks away from him with a failing suppressive smile, โThatโs like five dollars, Lan! Youโve probably spent thousands in the time weโve been together.โ
He shakes his head, โDoesnโt matter.โ
Her face scrunches up, โYes, it does!โ
Heโs about to rebuttal, but the screeching of people close to them takes their soft eyes off the other.
A mixed group of girls and boys stop at their table, smiling brightly at the two drivers. One of them stands in the middle, phone clutched to her chest as she asks, โCan we get a picture?โ
Lando looks to Y/n, searching for approval, but sheโs not looking at him. He watches her face light up, smiling big at the fans in front of them as she gets up from her chair.
โYeah, of course!โ She laughs, a sound so light and delicate, it makes Landoโs heart clench in his chest. He never saw the way she acted around fans, having been isolated from them in the times they were together. However, now, as he stays put in his chair and stares on, he adores the way she adores them.
His hands clasped in his lap, Lando sits motionlessly. He canโt take his eyes off the woman who is very clearly making this groupโs year. They all stare at her as if she held the moon in their hands, a present from her to them. Thereโs a simple sparkle in their eyes as she takes pictures with each of them, a simple sparkle that tells him just how much these kids look up to her.
Heโs enamored by her, just like they are. For different reasons, though.
โLan, are you going to get up?โ She giggles, hitting his arm and reminding him of the task at hand.
The group stares at him, not the same way they had stared at her notably. He can tell they value him, theyโre excited by him, but they arenโt starstruck by him.
He can live with that, though. He gets what itโs like to become speechless over something so beautiful.
After a few more clicks of the camera, the supposed couple sits back down in their seats, but Y/n doesnโt let the fans leave yet. He watches as they brighten at her starting conversation with them.
He loves this. He loves he-
โI have to say, I was so surprised when I found out you two were together.โ One of the girls in the group interrupts his questionable internal dialogue. Heโs relieved, however. He canโt be thinking that way.
He canโt be feeling that way.
He isnโt.
Y/n tilts her head up at them, โYeah?โ
The group nods and one of the boys speaks up, โYeah, you two, like, hated each other.โ
Everyone laughs, Y/n sitting back in her chair as Lando watches her take the statement easily, โWell, we didnโt hate each other. We did love each other, just didnโt know how to deal with it.โ
Her eyes meet his and, for a moment, Lando wonders if she truly means it or if sheโs signaling for him to add on.
He goes with adding on, โYeah, definitely. Who could hate her?โ
You could, she thinks. You do, she thinks.
The words sink her heart to her stomach. A reality so crushing, she hates to entertain it. When this is all over, heโll go back to hurting her with jabs that attack her self-confidence and sheโll be left to hang on to the man he had been when they were โtogetherโ.
She doesnโt want to go back to hating him, yet sheโs scared she will. She doesnโt want to go back to knowing who he truly is at his core, yet sheโs scared she will.
She doesnโt want to go back to knowing what he truly thinks of her, yet sheโs scared she will.
By the time she returns to the conversation, the fans are simultaneously thanking them for their time and kindness. Leaving them alone, Lando stands from the table and checks the bill once more. Y/n grabs her bag, โWhyโre you checking it again?โ
He looks up at her as his pointer finger lingers on the paper, โOh, just calculating what youโll owe me when this is all said and done. You know, when we go back to hating each otherโs guts.โ
He says it jokingly, she can tell heโs teasing as he laughs it off, holding her hand gently as he leads her out of the restaurant. But, none of that stops the way she exhales a deep breath, a sigh that carries so much pain, she wonders where it came from.
Lando used to mean nothing to her, or so she thought.
Had he always meant everything?
โ
Silverstone is supposed to be a fun race for Lando. Itโs one of his favorites on the calendar. Although, that joy is rapidly tanking as he races quickly around the track, smoke emitting from behind him and filling the air, filling his helmet. He coughs harshly as he rushes into his radio, โWas that a crash?! Who is it?! Are they okay?! Is it on fire?! Thereโs smoke.โ
Thereโs panic in his voice, knowing regardless of who it is, heโll be worried.
Andreaโs silent on the other line, heightening Landoโs concerns.
โAndrea! Whatโs going on? Can you hear me?โ
โI can hear you.โ Andrea responds immediately.
Lando rounds a corner before he speaks back, confusions drenching his tone, โOkay, so who was that? Are they okay?โ
Andrea is monotone, โI donโt know if theyโre okay right now.โ
Landoโs heart drops, โOh, no, who was it? Was it one of the Williams? A Ferrari? Maybe a Haas?โ
Again, Andrea doesnโt answer him and Lando is about to press him further when he reaches the crash site once more. Eyes trained on the color of the car, the words โRed Bullโ hit him hard.
Andrea waits for the anxiety to kick in on the other line, fully prepared to talk him down as he watches for any updates on the crash.
โITโS A FUCKING RED BULL! IS IT Y/N? ANDREA, IS IT Y/N?โ He screams, voice shaking as he begins to slow down, cars passing him by and making him lose positions.
Andrea watches the decline of Landoโs car in the race standings, head falling as he realizes no information about Y/n will come quick enough to make him get back in the race.
Calmly, he responds, โI am not sure who it is yet.โ
He hears Lando groan aggressively, โBullshit! Is it her?!โ
His yelling can be heard throughout the entire wall, everyone giving side glances to Andrea over the man who is currently screaming.
โLando, I promise you, if I knew who it was, I would tell you.โ Andrea gives, voice pleading.
Itโs quiet for a moment, the only thing heard being the sounds of Landoโs heavy breathing. Solemnly, Andrea watches a camera zoom in past the smoke and center the number of the car in the frame.
Y/nโs car.
Clicking the button, Andrea speaks to Lando, โI can confirm it is Y/nโs car. No knowledge of if sheโs gotten out of the car or not.โ
Again, thereโs silence before Landoโs hand smacks his steering wheel and he lets out a noise filled with anguish, โPlease, tell me when you find out.โ
Torturously, Lando passes by her car at every turn, watching only for a second as people work to try and get her out of the car.
Andrea watches in horror as a group of men lift her from the car, her body limp and unmoving as they run her to the safety car.
โSheโs out of the car.โ He murmurs to Lando, praying the boy wonโt ask more questions.
He does, โGood! Thatโs good! By herself or did she need aid?โ
The sound of Andreaโs heavy sigh kills Lando, โNo, not by herself. She needed help.โ
โHow much help?โ
Silence.
Lando yelps, โANDREA! TELL ME WHATโS GOING ON RIGHT FUCKING NOW! THIS IS MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND! HOW MUCH FUCKING HELP?โ
โSheโs not moving.โ
Lando doesnโt say anything, his mind racing as his eyes water.
Finally, he speaks, โI need to retire the car.โ
Andrea and the rest of the pit wall turn to look at each other with outraged stares, โWhat? No, Lando. The carโs perfectly fine. The pace is great, no dam-โ
Lando interrupts Andrea with a broken voice, โThe carโs not the reason we need to retire the car. Itโs the driver. Itโs me.โ
Everyone can hear it in the way his voice cracks, heโs crying, knowing he canโt see through it. Itโs a danger, it truly is, and that forces Andrea and the team to comply with Landoโs demands.
When he parks in the garage, he clampers out. Shoving engineers, Andrea, his dad, Zak, and anyone else who gets in his way or tries to talk to him, Lando sprints over to the medical center. On his way, he loses his mind over the possibility that she might not be there, already at the hospital, or she will be there, but just her lifeless body.
Heโs still drenched in sweat, the amount doubling from his running, when he gets there. Lando pushes past the people who stand at the front, not giving them time to tell him he canโt come in. He hears them call out in opposition, but heโs already in and he just doesnโt care.
Thereโs no time to address the feelings swirling in his stomach that feel ten times what he had felt for any of his past girlfriends. Thereโs no time to talk about the way he cries over the image of her burning car or her unconscious body being pulled from it. Thereโs no time to talk about the fact that, last year, he wouldnโt have acted this crazed over her accident. Thereโs no time to talk about the fact that, now, heโs fully prepared to brawl with anyone that dares to stand in his way of finding her.
Thereโs no time because heโs reaching her door and flinging it open. There are nurses beside her conscious figure, tending to the scratches and cuts she has from the carโs debris. Even with the bloodied bandages, Lando smiles at her smiling at him.
When she sees him, her arm reaches out for him without thinking. He takes long strides to get to her even in the small room and, when he does, he grabs her hand.
Kneeling down on the floor beside her, he squeezes her hand, โYou okay?โ
She nods, โWill be.โ
โThatโs good enough for me.โ He whispers, nurses glancing at each other before exiting the room at the intimacy flowing between the two.
They really were selling this.
Suddenly, Y/nโs eyebrows knit together as her gaze lifts to the clock on the wall, โWait, Lan, the race is still going. Did you crash?โ
He shakes his head, eyes averting from hers, โNo, I retired the car.โ
Her other hand reaches to turn his gaze back to hers, holding his jaw softly as he smiles at her, โWhy?โ She whispers.
โBecause I needed to make sure you were okay.โ
The truth hangs in the air painfully.
They canโt speak of what that means or what that alludes to. They canโt speak of the way he clutches onto her hand as if sheโll go away. They canโt speak of the way he raced over here, throwing important people to the side in a state of pure panic. They canโt speak of the way they stare at each other, yearn for each other in a way that goes against every rule they agreed to when this started.
All they can do is kiss each other sweetly and lie.
Lie to themselves about what will happen after itโs over; lie to themselves about how much they truly care for each other; lie to the PR teams and tell them nothing is developing between them, that itโs safe to continue this.
And, most of all, later, when Zak asks Lando why he has lip gloss smudged against his mouth, they must lie.
โ
โCan you zip me up?โ Y/n turns around in the car, her back to Lando as her dress hangs open slightly at the top.
He nods, fingers delicate against her skin as he glides against it, trailing the cool metal up. His hands finish on her shoulders, slowly rubbing softly as she begins to lean against him.
โLan, that feels good.โ She mumbles, words slurred from the way his fingers work the knots under her skin.
Her body lies fully on him, his mouth by her ear as they wait to get to their destination. He continues to massage her, whispering random things in her ear about errands they need to run or complete tomorrow.
With her eyes closed and relaxed state, Lando admires how safe she feels around him. Five months ago, Y/n wouldnโt have dared to let him touch her in the way he was, in the way he had over the past two months, however things had changed. For better or for worse, Lando still wasnโt sure.
The driver in the front eyes them questionably, having witnessed the change in their dynamic over their months together.
With her body still limp against him, the car stops in front of the galaโs entrance. Photographers scream beyond the door and flashes of cameras blind them even as they sit behind the glass.
Looking at her and taking her hand in his, Lando whispers, โReady?โ
She nods, โAlways.โ
A man opens their door, the volume erupting as Lando steps out, his hand clutching Y/nโs as she follows suit. Immediately, theyโre pulled into multiple pictures. Landoโs arm finds its home around her waist with Y/nโs hand resting on his chest, a couple so perfect for each other. Their endeavor had been so incredibly successful, both their teamsโ PR divisions were pleasantly surprised. Lando looks on at her, a radiant smile gracing her face as she speaks to one of the reporters on the carpet, and hates the feeling of knowing how close the end is.
In just a few weeks, theyโll be sitting down to write a small paragraph, one that will be posted to their Instagram stories as it tries to sum up the romance they thought they had.
At night, he tries to think of words to describe the moments heโs had with her and, every time, he comes up empty.
Her laughing at the journalistโs joke makes him come to the conclusion there will never be a time where he can gather syllables to explain how undeniably perfect she is.
How he got to the place of being able to address how wonderful she was? Lando had an inkling it was because of the way she made his heart pound and hands sweat.
๐๏ธ
Lando and Y/n easily make their rounds throughout the room, greeting sponsors and potential ones with their hands clasped together. Itโs obvious how charming they are together, obvious when random strangers are flipping open their checkbooks at the sight of them. Lando knows itโs all her with her thoughtful sentences and engaging demeanor.
Heโs a side piece and heโs okay with that, only okay with it when heโs her side piece.
Theyโre in the midst of sharing a new drink they decided to try, giggles shared between them as they pass the glass between each other. They had started doing this ages ago, when they first grew closer to one another. In order to make these events go by quicker, they started trying all the items on the alcoholic menu they had never heard before. Some of his favorite memories of her had taken place when she tried something she didnโt like and almost spit it out at him.
โI think this oneโs good! Whatโs it called again? Something sexual, right?โ She asks as he takes another swig.
Lando shakes his head, grin on his face as he lifts the drink up to their eye level, โI forgot, but it must be cum something. Sure does look like cum.โ
Her mouth falls open and she screeches, โLando!โ
He falls over onto the table beside them, laughing, โWhat? You donโt swallow?โ
She joins him in laughter, โYou wish you knew.โ
Of fucking course, he thinks.
โLando?โ A voice from his past calls from behind them.
Landoโs heart drops, turning around and seeing Luisinha.
โHey, Lu!โ She moves to hug him, squeezing him lightly before letting her eyes drift to the girl quietly standing with him.
โHi, Y/n.โ She speaks, smiling softly as she hugs her.
Luisinha giggles before looking between the two, โI assume I need to be reintroduced to you. Before, you were Y/n, driver for Red Bull. Now, youโre Y/n, Landoโs girlfriend.โ
Y/n nods, a gesture that looks to come so easy to her, Lando wishes it was real.
They hug again, chuckling at the situation before Luisinha directs her attention back to her ex-boyfriend, โItโs nice to see you, Lan! All those nights spent on the phone just arenโt the same as seeing you in person.โ
Y/n loses her breath over Luโs words, gaze drifting immediately to Lando and watching as he nods along.
โYeah! Seriously, talking to you over the phone isnโt enough.โ
His response, easy and light, crushes her.
Y/n steps in closer, โSorry, um, you two still talk?โ
Luisinha looks to Lando, intrigue in her eyes as she searches him. Lando, the boy stuck between his past and present, realizes his mistake.
He shakes his hands, โNo, I mean- Yes, but itโs not like that, Y/n.โ
Luisinha stays silent as she watches Y/n try to keep her composure, โWhen was the last time you talked?โ
Lando canโt bring himself to answer, so Lu does for him, feeling for the girl in between them, โLast night.โ
He watches Y/nโs face slowly process the information. Itโs as if reality comes crashing down on her, a harsh moment that reminds her of what they are to each other at the end of the day.
Y/n nods, smiling at the two before beginning to walk back, โI need a minute, sorry.โ
Lu watches Lando long for her, momentarily wishing Y/n would just understand how much he feels for her, and Luisinha, finally, gets a wave of closure. She understands now why they broke up. When he ended it, Lando had told her he loved her more as a friend, something that broke her, yet, now, she understands why she had been so confused. Originally, she thought he did love her, he just been too afraid to tell her the real reason for their separation, but, as she stares at the pooling in his eyes, she sees a look she never got.
A look of intense love.
She nudges his arm, โDonโt let her get away.โ
He nods at her, running off in the direction Y/n had left, eyes searching for her in the sea of people.
๐๏ธ
Lando catches sight of her gorgeous y/h/c hair off in a small hallway of the hotel. He jogs over, her back to him, and lays a soft hand over her shoulder.
She stiffens, refusing to turn around and meet his eyes. However, his voice coaxes her, โY/n, look at me.โ
As much as she tries not to, she does and it breaks her further.
Her watery eyes and lost head tilt are a stab to Landoโs heart, her choked up voice speaking, โSo, you were talking to her the entire time we were doing this?โ
Heโs at a loss, knowing thatโs the perfect truth, yet knowing it isnโt fully, โYes, but it doesnโt mean what you think it means.โ
Her body jerks away from him and the anger he was usually greeted with returns, โOh?! Then, what does it mean, Lando?! Because it looks like I meant fucking nothing to you! I know it isnโt in my head! I know whatโs happened between us isnโt just some people getting over the hatred they had for each other! I thought you felt that way too!โ
โI do!โ He yells back, frustration at her obliviousness getting to him.
Tears leak down her face, โThen, why did you spend the entirety of this talking to your ex! Whyโd you agree to this if you still love your ex?!โ
Lando groans, โI donโt love my ex! I donโt love Lu! I love you!โ
Her tears fall harder, โDo you? How could someone love another person they used to loathe?!โ
Lando shakes his head, overwhelmed at whatโs going on in his brain, โIt just happened, Y/n! You think I thought this would happen?! No, I didnโt!โ
Y/n resigns, quiet taking over other than their heavy breathing, โI donโt believe you.โ
His annoyance takes over, โWell, then I donโt know what to tell you.โ
I want you to tell me why you love me, she thinks. I want to know where your hate turned to love, she thinks.
Those things go unsaid.
Instead, she huffs, โI think this has gotten too out of hand. I think we need to end this arrangement early.โ
She sees the unmistakable sadness etched into his face, โHow early?โ
โLike, tonight.โ She whispers, protecting herself from the world of hurt that would be being loved by him. She isnโt Luisinha, she isnโt a model or breathtaking woman. Sheโs a girl who fell in love with a โboyโsโ sport, a girl who has seen the flaws within herself and tried, desperately, to change them, rewrite them. She never does, although. She always comes out the same on the other side.
The truth catches up with her and images of the beautiful women Lando has had in his bed fill her mind. How does she know this isnโt some elaborate prank to get her vulnerable and then humiliate her out of the resentment he holds against her and the situation she got him in?
Lando musters up some sort of guard, distaste returning after its five month long hiatus, โFine. Iโll let McLaren know. This works anyway. You served your purpose, got my reputation back to where it was before you came in and fucking destroyed it. You ruin everything, you know that, Y/n?โ
She nods, cries intensifying at what she had been afraid of: his hatred for her returning after getting to know a side of him so tender.
โGot it, Lando.โ She whispers, slinking past him and out of the building.
He watches her walk away, confused at how he had confessed his love for her and ended it by telling her she was destructive.
She isnโt. How could he say that?
How could he tell the one woman who had built him up that she had tore him down? How could he let frustrated anger replace the love he had for her?
How could he let her get away?
A/N: TUMBLR GLITCHED OUT AND WAS CRACKING DOWN AT HOW LONG THIS WAS SO I WILL MAKE A PART TWO WITH A HAPPY ENDING I PROMISE
I need it so badlyyyyyyyyy
would anyone be interested in ready a super angsty sad Harwin Strong one shot? Reader is Rhaenyraโs younger sister and married Harwin even though he continues his relationship with Rhaenyra? I know Harwin is super honorable but I canโt help but write for the unrequited love trope ๐ซฃ.