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danvy121994 · 7 months

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Promised pt 1

Author note: this is part 1 of my first every fanfic! I hope you like it and sorry if there’s any errors English is not my first language <3

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Synopsis: yn is stuck in a marriage with a man she knows nothing about, apart from the fact that he’s a rake and that his only concerns are his work and he’s family, but who knows what the future might hold for her…

Since the age of fourteen , YN was aware that she would have to marry out of love.

After Edmund Bridgerton died, the oldest son took the title, and with that came many responsibilities; the year after her husband's death Violet hopend up with one of her closest friends about her concerns, Anthony was a young man, whit too much responsibilities for his age, and because of that he wasn’t looking towards a marriage, instead he was going after women of easy virtue and solemnly concentrating on his work as a Viscount. Her friend hearing those words thought of an idea, to promise her daughter to the Viscount and make them marry once she was eighteen, so that he could live his life and learn to be a Viscount in the meantime. She agreed, and that is where our story started…

On the day of her eighteen birthday YN wasn’t happy as she should have been, eighteen for most women is the age when they become a woman, for her eighteen meant the start of her imprisonment.

She always dreamed of meeting the Perfect Man, during a perfect evening and falling in love and with only one glance knowing that they were made for one another. That would never happen.

This is what she thought of as she was getting ready to meet for the first time, and also marry, her future husband. Obviously she as read many thighs about him, from the most famous writer among the ton , lady whistledown, and the more she read the more she was scared of finally meeting him, a dark and handsome man, or at least that’s what they say; he was a rake, he had been with so many women that the author of the newspaper lost the count, and he was very secretive about his life, never engaging in conversations for longer that it needed and often bluntly telling people if he didn’t like them, as much as he could of course since he was a Viscount and needed to keep the family honor ; If there was one thing that she liked about Anthony Bridgerton was his love towards his family, it was something that they shared, if it wasn’t for the love towards her parent yn would have already tried to escape from this union, she knew how much it meant for her mother, so she sat in her chair, quietly as the maids were helping her get ready. As she was so lost in her trail of thoughts she didn’t hear the door opening, a girl appeared from the door,

She had a baby in her arms and as she was walking towards her she spoke “ you must be lady Y/S/N? I am daphne, Anthony’s sister, and you look even more pretty that I imagined” she’s nice, yn thought, “ it’s a pleasure to meet you lady Hastings” she has read of her on lady wistledown, oh how she wishes that she would get a love story like hers. They weren’t able to talk much further because a maid came in the room announcing the start of the ceremony, and in that moment yn was certain that from that moment on, her life would never be the same, in fact she was certain that from that moment on, her life would get even worst once tied to the one of the viscount.

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vipa-vo · 3 months

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Desire

Joel Miller x oc part 1 Warnings: 18+, sexual, tension, dirty thoughts, drinking/alcohol, jealousy, angry, oc is 36 Joel is 53, age gap, cursing, etc Summary: Rory Matthews was late out in a bar forgetting she had patrol in the morning with Joel.

Rory Matthews

“Didn’t know you were a drinker, Daniel.” I look him over, my not so sober self thinking how he would be on my bed- ahh… now Joel crosses my mind, ugh, he hasn’t spoken to me since we kissed.

I roll my eyes at the thought, going back to Daniel, as he opens his mouth to speak. “You don’t know a lot of things about me, but if you want I can take you out and you’ll know plenty.” He suggests, well that was bold.

No one asked me out- why? You may ask, because everyone was scared of Joel, Joel was someone you would call ‘protective’, the knight in shining armor, there were even rumors spread around town that we were dating- oh how I wanted that to be true, but no, we weren’t dating… to my better judgment.

It was me, Joel, and Ellie for a while before we found Joel’s brother: Tommy.

Never mind, let’s get back to where we were now, and that was me sitting on a chair with a glass of beer and Daniel sitting across from me.

“Why not, I don’t have anything to lose.” I shrug, taking a sip from my beer.

“I’ll come by and pick you up, how about Friday?” He asked as he looks up from his glass.

Swallowing the uncomfortable feeling, and looking back at him, the little spark on his eyes said something else than just a date. It said more, and I sure as hell didn’t want more, but my ego answered before my head could translate. “I’m free.”

He smiled at me, almost a smirk, nodding my head I think of all the ways this could go wrong.

“I think I’m done for the night.” My more sober self comes out as I go to stand.

“Have a good night, sweet dreams, I’ll see you Friday.” Daniel says as I go and leave the bar.

I speed-walk down the road of Jackson as I make my way to my house, my legs not stopping till I’m in front of my front door.

My next door neighbor was a ‘lovely’ woman named Ginny, she was a year older than me, and I hated her guts- mostly because she hated mine more.

I saw her every now and then, flirting with Joel, or someone else that talked with me, she pretty much thought with who ever I talk with, I have a crush on, so she went over and talked their ear off, mostly flirting with them, while I could see Joel trying not to be rude to her but I saw the annoying little eye rolls he was doing the moment she started to talk with him.

And then we have my other neighbor that was across from me and that neighbor so happened to be Joel, and Ellie, because she leaves close by in a way-to-huge shack.

But still, I was happy she had her own privacy from Joel. I saw the kid way more than I saw Joel, she and I even had our girls nights.

I saw her as a younger sister, while she may be 15 I saw her as a sister, which is weird because I myself am 36.

Anyway, I step inside my house and lock my door shut.

“Home sweet home.” I mumble as I take my shoes off, and go hang my coat on the hanger.

I do my girly needs and go to sleep, the alcohol helping.

-morning-

A loud bang wakes me up. I pretty much jump out of bed.

Then I hear it again, grumbling under my breath I walk to my front door, stepping one step at a time as I walk down the stairs, my head hurting a little.

When the bang is heard again I yell out. “I’m coming you imbecile!”

Finally making it down I walk to the door. Only to find Joel on the other end.

“Joel.”

“Rory.”

“What’s.. up?” I ask mentally smacking myself for the pause.

“You’re late.” He says simply.

I look at him with confusion. “Late? Late for what?” I ask.

“Late for patrol.”

“Fuck- shit- fuck- sorry I forgot- give me 10 minutes!” I yell out as I sprint back into my house to get changed.

I hear his faint chuckle as I go upstairs to get rid of my sleeping clothes.

When I’m done and changed into jeans and a better shirt, I walk back down and go to my shoes, this time putting my black combat boots on.

“You ready?” He asks as I close the door behind me.

“Yup.” I answer as I make my backpack more comfortable on my back.

I do as I’m walking my hair half up half down, then someone class out.

“Joel!” A woman’s voice who sounds way too excited this early in the morning.

Joel turns around me doing the same. Surprise, surprise, it’s Ginny.

“Yes?” Joel asks, and I do not miss the eye roll.

“Do you have a minute?” She asks with a voice way too high to be hers.

I mentally roll my eyes, something burning in my stomach- is that jealousy that I’m sensing from myself?

Joel turns his head to me and looks back at Ginny. “Can’ I’m headed out.” Joel says.

“Come on, she can wait, I need to tell you something.” She presses. My eyes widen.

“Hey go with her, clearly it’s important.” I say, doing my best to hide the loud jealousy that wants to kill the bitch, I turn around walking away, heading to the horses.

“Hey, Rory! You’re late!” I hear Maria yell, I turn to walk up to her and explain way I was late.

“I’m so sorry Maria, I overslept.” I say as I come to a stop in front of her.

“It’s alright, you probably needed it, where’s Joel?”

Probably fucking Ginny.

“Ginny wanted to talk to him.”

“And he stayed?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because he most certainly does not like her.” Maria grumbles out.

“Eh, maybe she finally pulled a string and Joel did what she wanted, for her to shut up.” I sheepishly.

“And you know that, how?”

“I’m an observer.”

“Uhm.” She hums slowly, almost suspicious. “Okay.

“Sorry I’m late, someone asked for me.” Joel’s voice is heard from behind me.

Maria looks at me first and then at Joel. “It’s okay, only if you two start moving your asses and get out on patrol!” Maria says as she walks away.

I get on my horse, his name is Scar, as in the loin king Scar, he has a big scar on his eye so I named him Scar, but also because Scar from the loin king was one of my favorite characters and movie.

“Who’s a good boy.” I say as I pet the back of his neck. A whine is heard, Scar wanting more attention than just a pet, makes me chuckle. “We don’t have time for your attention seeking, Scar.” I say as I hop onto my seat.

“Open the door!” Maria’s yell is heard and the men open the two huge doors. “She you two later, and stay save.” She says as we ride out.

-at the outpost-

We left our horses inside the building so that it’s at least warm for them, the random snow storm not helping, it’s already 6pm, we were switched from patrol to lookout, worst part is, we need to stay here till morning because of the storm outside. The men that switched with us said they’ll tell Maria we were switched.

Joel went to write that we were switched and that we were in the lookout building. At least we had power.

Only thing was we had one bed. And the couch was way too uncomfortable to sleep on.

My jealousy was still mad at Joel for some reason, while my brain said to not think about it, the kiss we shared was an accident.

Hey, maybe he already was with Ginny and I was delusional for think other wise. But damn was it a good kiss.

As if the devil had been called in, he comes walking back to the main lookout aria.

“What ya thinking?” He asks as he goes to sit next to me.

“Nothin’.” I answer back.

“Don’t lie.”

“Already did.”

I could practically feel the glare and eye roll from him. “Just speak to me.” He says softly.

I turn my head around to look at him, I straighten up and lick my lips, his eyes falling to my lips doesn’t go unnoticed, I corse my arms as I get more comfortable.

“What’s up in that little mind of yours?” He asks as he looks in my eyes, as if searching to find something in them.

“Y-nothing.” I grumble out as I again turn my head to the big window that looks over Jackson.

He turns my head back around with his hand on my chin. “Look at me as you say it, else I won’t believe you.”

I look at him. I can’t fucking lie in his face, that’s pretty much my weakness, to lie to someone I love in their face.

“N-nothing.”

“Don’t lie, again.” He say more sternly.

I roll my eyes and stand up, he most definitely will not have me confess my feelings for him, if that’s what he wants.

“I’m going to take some fresh air.” I say as I walk away and go to the opened area that’s like a balcony, on the left there’s a wall, a full on wall, to have as cover.

I go a little more closer to it as I look around, the big mountains surrounding the area, it’s beautiful how tall they are, the snow storm covering the top and sides of the mountains in snow.

A shiver goes through me, as the cold air hits my face.

Pushing the cold away I just admire the beauty of the setting sun the foggy air doesn’t let you see practically anything from the sun but the night.

A hand goes to my mouth and onto my waist as I’m pulled against someone’s body, I immediately put my hand on the hand that’s covering my mouth.

The person behind me has a strong grip, as his pushed himself against the wall, I calm down trying to make sense of how this person could have come up behind me without them getting shot by Joel, or is Joel dead on the couch? If he is, these people won’t rest till they’re dead.

“Imagine there’s a clicker in this building.” The husky voice whispers into my ear, Joel.

“What?” I grumble in anger his hand muffling my grumble.

“Imagine- just imagine there’s a clicker here, and we’re just like this, body to body, you can’t make a noise.” He whispers against my ear, his breath hitting my ear, something in my stomach flutters.

I gulp down my saliva as my cheeks start to burn. He pulls me more into him, my back arching as he lines me perfectly against his chest, the hand that’s around my waist tugs me further into him.

A small whimper comes out of my mouth, as I close my eyes. “Hey, hey, I need you with opened eyes, it could be anywhere.” He whispers more lowly.

When he again pushes my waist against himself, I can feel something poke me- my thoughts at interrupted by him changing places with me, this time he can look me in the eyes, as he has me against the wall.

“Joel…” I let a soft moan out.

“What do you want?”

“You.”

A low chuckle is heard from him. “And that’s what you’ll get, ma’am.” His husky voice is heard against my ear as he scoops me up, I tie my legs around his waist. “What ever you say, I’m under your command.”

My head falls in between his neck and shoulder. “Joel.. please.” I moan out softly.

“Please what?”

“Just- fuck me.”

“Gladly.”

He holds me up with his hands on my butt, as I have my arms around his shoulders as he carries me back inside. “Aren’t we supposed to be on watch?” I joke as he drops me on the bed.

“They won’t miss us.” He grumbles out, I go and unbutton his button-up shirt, so that he’ll be now half naked. “Now, isn’t that unfair? You fully dressed while I’m here without a shirt.”

“Didn’t you say you’re on my command?”

“That I am.”

I chuckle at him, he also goes to unbutton my shirt as he smacks his lips onto mine, the kisses is filled with hunger, he throws the shirt on the ground closely to where I had thrown his one.

“Now, now.” I stand up. “This won’t be surrender without me being on top, would it?” I tease.

“Shut up, and do what ever you want.”

“Well then.” As I go to say it I push him on the bed, him now sitting, making him look up at me. “Let’s begin.”

I go and unbuckle his belt before I go and remove his pants, him doing the same with my jeans.

I go and sit on his lap as we have a full out make out session, I roll my hips onto his crotch only to feel how hard he actually was.

Smirking I slowly but steady do my hand down, finding my way to his underwear, I slowly caress him, making him moan.

“Rory…” his soft moan is heard.

“Yes?”

“Don’t tease.”

I chuckle. I stop grinding my hip against him as I go and remove his underwear. And then after I do the same with my own panties.

A moan is heard as I caress his cock with my hand, I’m starting to get worried that this might not fit. And as if reading me like a book he speaks up.

“It’ll fit, I’ll make it fit.”

And that alone makes me wet, he starts to draw circles on my cunt, which make me a moaning mess.

After a moment he does both of his hands on my hip. He has me lined on with his cock.

“Please go slow.” I mumble out.

“Whatever you wish.” He says as he slowly pulls me down onto his cock.

The tip touches my pussy and I let a moan out.

He keeps going further into me, not stopping until his all the way in.

He stops to check with me if I’m okay, but starts moving when he sees that I’m indeed good.

He speeds up, making me moan louder.

“Joel!” I moan.

“Fuck.” He also lets a moan out.

“J-Joel, I-I think I’m close.” I say to him, over the slapping skin.

“Cum on me.”

As if that helped me through my orgasm, I let it out. He thrust over my orgasm and continues to fuck me endlessly.

I hold onto his shoulders as I’m onto of him, he turns me over, taking the lead, I dig my nails into his back as he goes down to my neck, leaving hot kisses behind.

He pulls out and comes on top of my stomach, moaning my name.

He drops over next to me as he lies down.

He sloppily puts a protective hand around my waist and pulls me closer, his body giving me warmth.

We’re like two body’s burning in desire.

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I already plan on posting part 2 of this so come back if you wanna read it!!

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #tlou #tlou2 #oc #Joel miller game #smut #joel smut #reading #jealousy #tension #lovers #grumpy x grumpy #18+ only

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thetopichot · 4 months

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#the cat speaks #character dynamics #dynamic character #character tropes #character trope #character traits #grumpy x sunshine #grumpy x grumpy #grumpy sunshine trope #can be platonic or romantic #platonic #romantic #friendship #romance #yes this is about Auron #fucking love character development

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criminalmindsgonewrong · 11 months

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Grumpy x Sunshine Hotchniss slowburn coming ur way soon x

#it's probably more #grumpy x grumpy #but still x #hotchniss

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jessread-s · 5 months

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✩🗡️🌸Review:

Lauren Roberts’ debut novel blew me away!

“Powerless” follows Paedyn Gray, an Ordinary born without the powers possessed by the Elites that rule the kingdom of Ilya. Left with no choice, Paedyn poses as a Psychic to blend in to survive in the slums and avoid banishment. When she unsuspectingly saves one of Ilya’s princes, however, she is thrown into the spotlight as a competitor in the Purging Trials—a brutal competition showcasing the Elites’ abilities. Her survival is entirely dependent on the lie she has spent her whole life living, but her growing feelings for the prince threaten to destroy all her carefully laid plans.

I absolutely flew through this book! Enemies to lovers, forbidden love, forced proximity, knife to the throat… the story was definitely written around common tropes and the plot resembles the likes of “Red Queen” and “The Hunger Games”, but it really worked for me because I grew deeply attached the characters. I was fully invested in Paedyn and Kai’s development as a couple and as individual characters. I particularly enjoyed alternating between their points-of-view because Roberts does such a great job capturing their irresistible chemistry and respective internal struggles.

I also took a liking to Roberts’ world-building. While simple, I was not left wanting. The kingdom of Ilya’s political structure, the system of magic in relation to the Elites, the Purging Trials, the rebellion headed by the Ordinaries, and the different environments the characters navigate fascinated me and have so much potential for expansion in upcoming novels in the series.

The atmosphere Roberts creates with the high stakes her characters must grapple with and the action packed plot make for an impressive debut. Fair warning, the ending of this book is a punch to the gut and scream inducing. I most definitely will be getting my hands on “Reckless” upon its publication in July!

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lexxwithbooks · 1 year

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📖: 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 📚👣🦈

✍🏽: 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

Get the book! 🌟

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ofduskanddreams · 7 months

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Know Better Than This | Hockey AU Azris

just a little mood board to celebrate the MN Wild’s first official game of the season, crafted during commercial breaks :)

out of everything I’ve ever written, this is the fic I’ve reread the most—I can’t wait to get back to this one and finish it <3

#azris #azris fanfiction #azriel #eris vanserra #hockey au #modern au #acotar fanfiction #grumpy x grumpy #okay but srsly #god bless filip gustavsson

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lokiiied · 1 year

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#it’s literally them #you frowned your whole career #no i never smiled that’s different #whatever #they secretly like each other #grumpy x grumpy #roy kent #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso season 3

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avrelia · 1 month

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I have just realized that I love grumpy x grumpy trope so much more than grumpy x sunshine one.

there is something so satisfying to see two people happily grumpy together...

#grumpy x grumpy #tropes #atla maiko

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internetgremlin-writes · 1 year

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The Twelve Drivers Of Christmas: Day One

“You are aware that this is the exact opposite of what you’re supposed to do at Christmas?”

“Laney, what the hell are you talking about?” You snapped down the phone at your assistant.

“In the movies! You’re supposed to move to the quaint village in the country, not away from it and into the city!” You rolled your eyes, your gate had just opened and you didn’t have time for this.

“This isn’t a movie, okay? I need a break. You need to go home, I’ll talk to you in the new year,” You put the phone down, partly because you loved a dramatic exit and mainly because handing your passport and boarding pass over to the flight attendant wasn’t going well one-handed.

Once you were finally settled in your business class seat, noise cancelling headphones fitted on your eyes, silk sleep mask on your eyes and the perfect playlist keeping you occupied, Laney’s words floated back to you. You weren’t moving away, not yet anyway, this was just a city break. Was it contraversial to take yourself on holiday alone at Christmas? Maybe, but you didn’t really care.

Small town life wasn’t for you. Hell, you’d tried. You’d tried so, so hard to make it work, to fit in, to play your part. You’d built up your parents small business, but lost favour when you’d become so successful you started expanding it into consultancy, dealing with much larger companies from multiple countries. Up until a year ago you had the boyfriend, quarterback and star pupil of your high school, you the shining gem on his arm. Not quite a cheerleader, but the beauty of the academic decathlon team and track athlete on the side. You knew everyone in your town, it wasn’t your fault you disliked most of them.

Maybe you saw too much, too aware of how backwards life was. You’d always been drawn to life in the fast lane. Faster paced, more money, more people, more places, more things. You’d been obsessed with New York since a family holiday you’d had when you were eight, but unlike every other kid who wanted to be a Broadway star or a mysteriously rich woman, you idolised the business people. The men in perfectly tailored suits, women who carried a bespoke leather briefcase with an air of confidence your immature mind had never known, that’s what you wanted to be like.

You landed in New York a few short hours later. You could have driven really, should have if you’d stopped to think about the environment for a second, but you’d been given another one of those - dare you say it - pitying looks from your mother at your indifference to the Christmas tree she’d picked out and the itch to leave finally overwhelmed you. You’d booked tickets for a flight that evening and left without saying goodbye.

It was cold. Much colder than you were used to. You should have known better by now, but it always surprised you how you were a few states north and suddenly the pleasant chill in the air was bitter and cruel, sucking the breath from your lungs and freezing it in front of your face. Your ears and nose stung, your hands finding new homes for themselves deep in the lined pockets of your best coat. Maybe it was a sign that you’d never minded the cold, you liked the way it made you feel alive.

You had no immediate plans, you’d booked to be there long enough you’d be spending both Christmas and the New Year in the penthouse hotel suite, but you hadn’t planned what you’d do once you’d actually arrived. Dropping your bags off felt sensible, to say the least, so you checked yourself into your hotel, added a few more layers to your outfit and found yourself heading back out into the darkening sky.

It was early in the afternoon to be getting dark, but you thought nothing of it as you looked up at the continuous whiteout of sky that was greying with the day. You bought a pretzel and went to Central Park.

The first flakes of snow were magical. Maybe you hated Christmas, but you loved winter and those few snow days you’d manage to rack up each year were the memories you cherished the most. You sat on a bench and watched as the park slowly began to white out, a powder dust settling around you. You liked the way that snowfall brought with it a dampening of all sound. Even in New York everything stilled, the rumble of traffic fading further away and the voices of people sharing the park with you distanced, until finally you were gifted the space you were craving. Allowed to be completely and totally alone.

You were so lost in your mind that you didn’t notice the powdering of snow turning into a storm, a thick blanket replacing the sugarcoating. You also didn’t realise you’d been wandering aimlessly around Central Park and now everything was rounded and washed by the snow you came to the realisation that you were completely and totally lost.

Trying not to panic too much at the thought of having survived less than three hours as an independent adult in New York before you had to face your inevitable death you pulled your big coat tighter against your body and began to retrace your steps, head down and eyes trained on the crisp outlines of your shoes that were rapidly filling in as the steady fall of snow showed no signs of letting up.

You were doing pretty well too, until you power-walked head-first into another body coming towards you. You couldn’t help yourself from scoffing out loud, it felt like a cruel trick by the universe that these sickening cliches seemed to happen to you and not someone like Laney, who by now would have been besides herself with glee and convinced she’d just met her soulmate. In your train of thoughts you’d completely forgotten about the person you’d hit.

“Well you could watch where you’re going you know?”

“What?” You found yourself totally takenaback at the man in front of you. He was scowling, brushing away the snow that was gathering on his expensive looking grey peacot as quickly as it was landing.

“You walked into me,” You blinked in shock at the blunt response.

“Yeah I know, I’m sorry,” His face instantly changed, the sulky look lifted and something almost smug replacing it.

“See? Wasn’t so hard,” That threw you.

“What the fuck? I just apologised, no need to be such an asshole about it,” The scowl was back. He had a thick mop of dark hair that fell just before his eyes, full eyebrows and long lashes to match. Dark brown eyes were narrowed in your direction. He was taller than you, forcing him to tilt his head dwon and you noticed snow was collecting in his hair. He shrugged, shoulders tense.

“Watch where you’re going next time,” You rolled your eyes.

“Like you have any right to the trail path. It’s not my fault I have no idea where I am,” You grumbled, no longer interested in entertaining the moody stranger and went to push past him, your shoulder knocking against his elbow. The few moments stationary were enough of a reminder that you’d experience the shift from chilly to bitterly cold.

A gloved hand caught your elbow, and before you could snap a warning to be left alone, you found yourself once again with the man in the expensive coat in front of you.

“Are you lost?”

“No,”

“You just said-”

“It doesn’t matter,”

“But I know-”

“I don’t care what you do or don’t know,”

“Just- wait!” He caught you, your attempt to pull away and storm off once again thwarted. He was faster than he looked for a rich boy. “That’s the wrong way,”

“You don’t even know where I’m going,”

“I assume you don’t want to be going deeper into the park right now,”

“Maybe I do,” You challenged, disgusing tucking your hands into your armpits for warmth as an irritated fold of your arms.

“If you wanna freeze out here, sure,” Something in you broke a little. It really was cold. Maybe something gave in your face, because he finally released his vice grip on your arm.

“My name is Lance,”

“Y/N,”

“Okay, Y/N, can I at least get you back to the road?” You thought of your warm hotel bed, and more accurately, the clawfoot bath you’d been looking forward to soaking in.

“Fine,” You fell into step beside him, pliantly following as he branched up a fork in the trail onto a pathway covered in virgin snow. “How do I know you’re not leading me the wrong way so you can murder me?” It was a half-formed thought, only really spoken because you were always one to think aloud and because there was something about getting under the stranger’s skin that gave you a sick little kick. He turned to frown at you, eyebrows so tight they almost touched in the middle, but there was a small smirk playing at the corners of his full lips.

“Ha, I don’t think that would be good for my image,” Of course, he had a stupid answer.

“Your image,” you mocked “What are you, some kind of celebrity?” He shrugged, but the smile that broke out across his face gave him away. His canine teeth were a little pointed. It was almost cute.

“Kinda,”

“That’s not an answer,” You pointed out as you followed half a pace behind him through another turn you’d missed before. The trees were starting to thin out.

“I’m an athlete,”

“Professional?” It wasn’t really a question, if he was an athlete and thought he was some kind of a celebrity he had to be a professional, or have the biggest head in the world. He nodded.

“Shouldn’t you be on a beach on a private island somewhere then?” He laughed. You’d never heard anyone laugh like him before, making three clear “ha” sounds but somehow also sounding genuine.

“I’m from Canada. Beaches aren’t really my thing,” So that was why he looked so comfortable in what could only be described now as a blizzard.

“Me neither,” You agreed. “Always preferred the city,”

“You live here?” You shook your head.

“I wish, I’m just visiting,”

“You got a fancy penthouse somewhere then? Whole family gathered around for Christmas in New York?” There was no way you could hide the bitter undertone in your voice, even if you had tried to be making gentle conversation. Lance scoffed, and kicked out at a pile of snow in front of him with the toe of a polished leather boot.

“Yeah right,”

“What?” You’d missed something. You knew it was rude to intrude but you couldn’t help yourself, his string of vague answers had somewhat piqued your curiosity and you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted to know more about him.

“My family - my dad - we, uh, we don’t see eye to eye all the time. It’s hard when you work together all year, I needed a break,” You hadn’t been expected to be hit smack in the chest with such honesty, and you definitely weren’t prepared for the way brown eyes were suddenly trained on you, wide and vulnerable and almost pleading.

“I- I’m on my own too,” You managed, chest suddenly tight and the words of admission getting caught in your throat. Part of you felt guilty that there was no drama you were escaping from, you were just bored. Sick of people who loved you wholly and unconditionally and bored. Lance seemed to understand your half-confession for what you wanted it to be; an agreement.

You realised you’d stopped walking. You were stood on the sidewalk, beside a sludgy road full of drivers cursing the weather. He was watching you as if he was waiting for something.

“Thanks, for getting me out of there,” you smiled, genuine for the first time in a long time. “And for the company,” you added as an afterthought. Something about the snow seemed to invite honesty hour.

“Hey,” The singular word was enough for you to turn to face the Canadian once more. There was a streetlight behind him, illuminating him in a soft orange glow. You didn’t know how an hour could change someone entirely from a miserable, rude man to what you could only describe as an angel on earth.

“Can I take you out for a drink tomorrow?”

“It’s Christmas tomorrow,”

“You’re not doing anything,” He countered. “Neither am I,”

Honestly? Fuck it. It was the only thought in your head. You’d flown out to New York for change, for time to yourself, for anything to break up the monotony of your small town life. It seemed silly to turn down the first chance you got for exactly that.

“Yeah, okay,”

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Is it even an Iggy fic if it's not posted late?

Anyway, here is the first of the F1 Christmas minifics. Lance was surprisingly challenging to write for and that combined with an upsettingly busy week meant I put it off for a little bit too long.

I'm kinda pleased with this one, and there will be a spicier part two coming out after Christmas. Next up and putting us back on schedule is George, also coming out tonight!

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