What It's Like To Date Them || F1 Grid

What it's like to date them || F1 Grid

cw: cuteness, display of affection, obscenity (?), a little dirty and degrading, love in its purest form.

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1 x latina!fem reader

a/n: after days without posting anything, I'm back, before you ask, I have the draft of Underworld Sun started, I have a Toto oneshot halfway through and something else in the draft, however,I wanted to write this because I know you like it and I like to make my readers happy, so enjoy!

he is a complete gentleman, he opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you to sit down;

LEWIS HAMILTON:

even though he is very discreet, he makes sure everyone knows that you are his;

he loves it when you wear his clothes publicly or clothes with his name and/or number on them;

flowers, gifts, even a car, he loves to spoil you with anything you want;

jealous? Absolutely not, he knows that no one is good enough to attract his attention;

he loves your legs, completely in love with them and loves them even more when they are around his waist or head;

kisses on the hand and forehead are common things in your daily lives;

he loves it when you speak to him in his native language, he pretends he doesn't understand anything just to see you blush when he asks what it means;

there are many photos of you on his Instagram, without any further comments;

he likes privacy, so no quick sex in risky places;

in fact, he hates quick sex because he likes to fuck you in his own time, without rushing;

'Mrs. Hamilton's, 'my love', 'my life', 'darling', that's all he talks to you about.

but it's not because you're not going to have sex in some risky place that he won't tease you, he fucking loves seeing you trying to control yourself, keeping your composure;

fetish for compliments? Yes;

even if they are degrading compliments;

“You're so beautiful, baby, how can someone so beautiful be so depraved?”

you are the paddock's favorite couple;

CARLOS SAINZ:

he carries your bag or anything you have in your hand;

'mi reina', 'corazón', 'mi tesoro', 'mi cielo' is what he always calls you;

he takes you to Mallorca whenever he can;

sex in the car, sex in the driver's lounge, sex after the races, sex anywhere;

if there is an argument, his father is on his side;

you hate that he pays for things for you, but he doesn't care, he will pay for anything you want;

he is always, always touching you;

he always takes you to parties where he knows Latin music will be playing, because he loves to see you dance;

he loves to fuck you in your old bedroom at your parents' house, with your family downstairs;

long, overstimulating foreplay;

cute declarations of love in spanish and italian because yes;

he loves dancing reggaeton, salsa, samba or bachata with you;

yours, completely yours. He dedicates victories to you, you are the one he turns to in bad times, it is always about you;

sometimes he doesn't pay attention to what you say because he's obsessed with the movements of your mouth, he loves your mouth, kisses you whenever he can and loves the feeling of your lips around his cock;

kink size, kink size, kink, size, kink size, kink size;

"Don't make noise, corazón, we don't want your parents to hear you moaning, right?"

you are always holding hands, in any situation, anywhere;

CHARLES LECLERC:

he himself took his things to his house, clothes, cosmetics, books...;

he records TikTok trends with you;

he loves kissing you, from little pecks, cute kisses, to those that take your breath away and leave you anxious;

he understands a little Spanish and no Portuguese, but he loves to hear you speak and tries to use Google Translate (and fails miserably);

dance with him, dance for him, for God's sake just dance;

he loves your home country, loves knowing that you come from a different culture than his and wants to learn everything;

you are always traveling around your country, he loves dating a Latin girl;

it takes you to the best places in Monaco;

and fucks you in all of them;

'mon amour', mon cœur, 'mon ange', 'mon bébé', 'douceur', are some of the nicknames he calls you;

even if it is risky;

he installed The Sims on his computer for you to play;

He always wants you, his desire for you knows no bounds;

call him to fuck anytime, he will want to. Always;

he prepares movie sessions for you in the living room;

he cooks for you (and he's good at it);

Leo likes you more than you like him, and he loves it;

he always takes you to the Paddock, but keeps you away from Max Verstappen (for safety);

he loves (a lot) your hips, he's always touching them, holding them tightly, he's in love with that part of your body and loves it when you wear clothes that highlight this area;

"S'il te plaît, mon amour, sit on my face"

he's a complete sucker for you;

LANDO NORRIS:

there are few things he loves more than you;

he is literally the guy who likes to get hit by beautiful women;

especially if it's you;

he loves (so fucking much) when you speak Spanish or Portuguese to him;

and is learning the language;

wear his clothes and have him on his knees for you;

he buys you many, many books, just so you read to him;

always posts photos of yourself on Instagram stories;

quality time, absolutely, he loves spending time with you;

he is completely versatile, he has no problem letting you take charge sometimes;

he actually loves it when you boss him around;

unexpected trips, gifts, he loves to spoil you;

he likes to leave marks on you, nothing too rude, just something that reminds you of him at random times;

no problem teasing you in public, seeing you blushing and breathless without being able to react is his guilty pleasure;

very much in favor of caresses on the back of the neck or chin;

you can interrupt when he is playing, but only you;

he looks for you at the end of races, before anyone else;

'my dear', 'sweetie', 'bae' are the ways he likes to call you;

he loves it when you sit on his lap voluntarily;

he loves your eyes, but he doesn't deny that your breasts are his favorite part;

he sleeps with his hand on his chest, always;

"Five minutes, I just need five minutes with you, sweetie."

he likes to keep things low-key, call him low profile if you want;

OSCAR PIASTRI:

literally the kind of guy who only smiles with his girlfriend;

he is the good guy, he buys you flowers, drops you off at home, sends you letters, buys you chocolates;

the guy your parents would like you to marry;

the guy who always makes you cum before him (multiple times);

makes a point of leaving a discreet reference to you on the helmets;

buy food and things that remind you of your country;

as much as he love to see you speaking your native language, he feel embarrassed to ask you to speak;

he always does what you want because he knows you will do what he wants in bed;

words of affirmation, but always by letter or text message;

he has a sweet face, angelic even, but he's the kind of guy who takes you to the limit, makes you cum multiple times, leaves you overstimulated;

take him to see your country, he will love seeing the place where you grew up;

a little basic? Yes, he just calls you 'love' or 'angel' and you love it;

He will make a point of participating in your hobbies or reading your favorite books so he can talk to you;

he is a fan of soap operas, he watches them all with you;

he listens to his favorite playlists;

he loves your hands, his hand is always intertwined with yours;

but he also loves your legs, he wastes a lot of minutes of his life looking at them when you wear skirts, shorts and dresses;

"Can you give me one more, honey? I know you can"

MAX VERSTAPPEN:

he's crazy about you, completely and utterly in love with you;

that's why he's your number one fan, he follows everything you do, he roots for you and he doesn't try to hide it;

yes, he's jealous and hates other people wanting you, after all you are his;

but he loves it when you wear clothes that flatter you and insists that you wear them, after all anyone who tries something against you will have to fight with him;

He is intense, and he makes sure you know, the kisses, the touches, all his demonstrations towards you carry this intensity;

he loves to do what you want, spoiling you is the least he does;

be a spoiled brat, he will love it;

he will fight anyone for you;

he loves the fact that you are Latina, he loves it when you speak to him in Spanish or Portuguese;

he loves when you cook for him;

he always gives you tulips, he knows you don't like roses;

he doesn't care about the place or who is listening, he will want to fuck you anywhere, as long as they don't see you;

speaking of which, he prefers to see you from above, or any other position that sees your face;

breeding kink? yes. brat behavior? yes!

he loves to dominate you, make you needy and anxious for him;

'mijn liefde', 'mijn engel', 'mijn meisje', he prefers these nicknames to refer to you;

he likes to text you;

or when you wear his clothes;

whatever you want, it's yours;

root for him and you'll have the best night of your life (until he gives you another one)

"Don't be spoiled, dear, I always give you what you want"

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Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: This came to celebrate Carlos' birthday and to open the new phase of my profile. This is supposed to have five chapters, no more, no less. I don't know what else to say, so read on!

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

Part One: We Were Born To Die

”Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die”

Europe, 1498.

She packed all her belongings into a deep leather bag, threw in crystals, grimoires, a few candles, and other magical items; she couldn't stay there long, her hiding place had been discovered and soon crazy fanatics would be there to drag her to the stake. She couldn't waste her family's sacrifice in keeping her alive.

“Let's go, Spix, let's not wait for those madmen to take us to the fire or the gallows” she said, picking up the cat and putting it in the basket. Toledo was no longer a safe place, in fact there was no safe place, with the frightening religious fanaticism that the kings of Spain were feeding, everyone was suspected of witchcraft and heresy, women were dragged to the catacombs of churches and were never seen again.

S/N saw husbands hand over their wives, fathers hand over their daughters, everyone wanted the silver coins that the Church was offering. She needed to get away from this, S/N knew that her neighbors were suspicious of her, a woman living alone on the outskirts of the village attracted attention. She couldn't leave any room for bad luck.

She threw a black cape over her simple dress, tightened her boots, and left the house, saying goodbye silently. That house where her parents lived their entire lives, where she herself spent her life, would soon be burned down, so many memories would be turned into ashes; He didn't look back, he clutched the bag under his arm and ran into the woods, listening to Spix's meows, nestled in the bag.

The moonlight illuminated her steps, ensuring that she managed to avoid roots and holes in the ground and it wasn't long before she heard the angry shouts of the villagers, She hid behind a thick trunk and saw the torches shining in the darkness, they cried out the name of God, calling her a witch and accusing her of heresy. S/N heard her door being broken down.

It wouldn't be long before they noticed her absence and went hunting for her in the forest. She needed to run far away, get away from poor fanatics after a few dozen silver coins. Her life wasn't worth that.

She made her way to a remote part of the forest, where wolves and other wild animals hid. No villager would dare to go there, after all, no one wanted to become wolf food.

When she passed through the oak arch, a shiver shook her insides, S/N looked at the sky and the Moon shone so brightly that it illuminated small patches of darkness in the forest, and a thought made her stop: It was a full moon night and the werewolves would go out to hunt.

She was vulnerable in the middle of the woods, with only a small dagger in the pocket of her cloak and her magic. Anyway, she hoped that no werewolves would cross her path, or she would have a lot of problems besides angry Catholics.

She went deeper into the forest, even Spix's meows fell silent. In fact, there was no sound at all, the wind did not cut through the trees, the leaves did not rustle, not even the nocturnal animals screeched in their hiding places. Until a deep sound echoed, an angry growl that betrayed hunger.

Y/N gripped the dagger with trembling fingers, witches and werewolves had hated each other since the first dawn, if it really was a hungry werewolf there, she would love to devour her, just for the pleasure of destroying her; he took a deep breath and ran between the trees, whatever it was, he wasn't going to risk staying there, even though turning his back was already a high risk.

She ended up in a clearing completely lit by the moon, the exact same clearing where she and her mother used to perform rituals to thank the goddess for the harvest and the coven celebrated.

But that was before Ferdinand and Isabella began their persecution. Before she saw her friends burn at the stake, her parents die on the gallows.

A dark bark stopped her in the middle of the clearing, Y/N heard the branches being broken and the frightening sound of teeth chattering. Her heart accelerated painfully, she was terrified, maybe she could make the roots hold him, but her magic wasn't strong enough for that.

Her magic core was weak and did not have enough strength to channel forces of nature. She would have to make do with an iron dagger and the help of the goddess.

— ☽ —

It was the night of the full moon and he could feel the effects surging through his body since early on, and there was a strange feeling present in his chest. Carlos felt that something was going to happen that night, and it wouldn't just be the milestone of his thirty years of age.

He saw his father cross the small village with a group of refugees, religious madness had arrived in those parts and was terrorizing his people, there was no one who did not fear being dragged into the church basement. No one wanted to be tortured and killed.

“Stop daydreaming and go help your sister, that roof is still going to fall on her head” he heard his mother order.

“Where is her husband? That’s that lazy bastard’s responsibility,” he questioned, but received a click of his tongue in return. He growled in irritation, Carlos would beat up his brother-in-law as soon as he could. And he wouldn't care about his sister's crying or his father's lecture.

He trudged over to his sister's shack, seeing Blanca hanging from the roof, hammering some nails into the central beam. This only made him growl even more, he really was going to punch his brother-in-law in the face as soon as he got the chance.

“Blanca, what the hell are you doing there?" He stopped far enough away to see his sister, Blanca wiped the sweat on her forehead and glared at him mockingly.

“I think I'm baking bread, what do you think?” she retorted sarcastically.

“And where is your useless husband? He must be sleeping…”

“Don't talk about him like that, you know his health is fragile” She tries to defend her husband, but this only increases Carlos' irritation.

“He's a werewolf, Blanca, the only fragile thing about him is his will to work” Carlos growled “Get down from there, I'll take care of this, since your husband is as useless as a leaky bucket!”

The woman came down from the roof, and Carlos took her place, still complaining about his sister's husband and insisting on hammering the boards hard, not caring if it would wake the sleeping man. Work distracted him from the strange feeling in his chest, he didn't know how the full moon night would end, but he knew something would happen.

Only when the sun began to set on the horizon did Carlos finish repairs to his sister's house — not without landing two hard punches in the face of his brother-in-law who dared to complain about the noise. He needed to prepare, As it was the first night of the full moon, the effects would be more intense, and he needed to prepare his body and mind to allow the beast to command him.

As night fell, Carlos felt the involuntary spasms and his gums itched, the bones in his legs and arms cracked painfully, anticipating the metamorphosis.

And of course, the sensation increased along with the discomfort, the beast inside him scratched the walls, howling as if it was foretelling something. Maybe it was the villagers appearing on the edge of their land, maybe it was the witches who had returned, it could be anything.

Any damn thing.

When the transformation, he began to run between the trees, smelling the wet grass, the animals nestled in their dens, Carlos felt the wet earth under his feet and when he realized it, he was running on four legs, his peripheral vision was greater and his sense of smell could perceive things dozens of meters away.

He stopped abruptly and howled at the full moon, announcing the arrival of his birthday. That morning Carlos had turned thirty and there was nothing like fresh venison to celebrate.

He sniffed the air, searching for his prey and licked his sharp teeth when he caught the scent of a fox lurking in the bushes. The huge wolf followed the scent into the clearing, his eyes fixed on the distracted fox, he was about to pounce when a different scent filled the air.

The sweet scent of lavender and lemon hit his nose like a blow, disorienting the lycanthrope and he turned his skull, searching for the source of the smell and It wasn't long before the leaves on the far edge of the clearing parted and revealed a girl. Up close, her scent was more striking, more mystical.

Witch.

He growled, angry that she had disrupted his hunt and stirred his senses. His heart was pounding and he studied the girl, she was running away and looked terrified, the witch was sweating under her thick cloak and breathing quickly, her eyes scanning the trees and the wolf knew she was aware of his presence.

He could hear her heart beating and the wind started to blow again, carrying her scent to him and he growled, torn between wanting to smell her up close and killing her.

Werewolves had been killing witches since the beginning of time and his nature insisted that he rip out the girl's little neck. She pulled out a small metal dagger and he grunted with laughter, the little witch really thought an iron dagger would stop him.

He was eager to see her try.

With a powerful leap, the werewolf stopped in front of her, seeing her gasp in fright, her heartbeat increasing to the point of occupying all of the creature's sensitive hearing.

That was his feeling, somehow someone would die that night, either him or the little witch, after all that was the final outcome — regardless of how many ages his existence could drag on, at some point he would die. And the little witch too.

After all, all creatures are born to die.

But fate changed its course along with the path of the wind as soon as the wolf met the witch's eyes.

That could only be a bad joke from the Moon.

I would describe falling in love with someone much older than you in one sentence; on the nights you cry for him, he sweats on others.

no bc moon spell literally changed my 2024 trajectory 😭 thank you for creating such a beautiful piece of art and sharing it with us 💛

Dude, you caught me by surprise 😭😭

It is an immense pleasure for me to provide this for you, my dear, I am very happy to have managed to gain a little space in your 2024 🫶🏼😭

Carlos congratulates Charles' win at the 2024 Italian Grand Prix 🇮🇹

Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: This is moving so fast, I spend all day thinking about MS, this story became my favorite before I could think.

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die; | 2. monsters;

Part Three: War of Hearts

I can't help but be wrong in the dark

Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts.

The noise of their fight reached the small village and attracted the people around Carlos's cabin, including his family. His father stepped between the people and stood in the doorway, watching the two of them fighting on the floor like two animals.

“What the hell is a witch doing in your house, Carlos?!”

The buzz made the two stop rolling on the floor and stand up, Y/N felt her magic tingling in her fingertips, ready to attack anyone and unconsciously, Carlos placed himself in front of her, hiding the witch from the eyes of his father and his people.

“You’re giving shelter to a witch?! A damn witch?!”

“She’s my mate, father,” he said simply, watching his father growl in pure hatred. “That’s why she’s here.”

Carlos clenched his hands into fists, he found himself in an uncomfortable situation, he agreed with his father, witches were treacherous and evil creatures, however he was there, protecting a witch who could burn down the entire village and kill everyone. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, a part of him wanted to kill the witch, the other wanted to kiss her and mark her.

“You can’t be serious!” his father shouted furiously, he knew it was unacceptable for a wolf to take a witch as his mate and if it were up to Carlos, none of this would be happening. But none of that depended on him, the Moon had determined it and there was nothing he could do.

Carlos and the witch were soul mates and it was decided.

He thought of a way to make the situation less complicated, but before he could come up with a plan, his hut was invaded by other villagers, ready to lynch the witch; his stomach twisted in pure horror and he growled loudly, keeping everyone away while keeping the witch behind him.

“Get out of the way, Carlos,” his father ordered, but Carlos grabbed the witch’s wrist, keeping her close to him, he could feel her heartbeat, he could smell her fear and it made the beast inside him scratch at the walls, wanting to get out and eliminate any threat to his chosen one.

“No one will lay a finger on her, she is mine” his voice was dubious, affirming the presence of the man and the werewolf at that moment. The human part of Carlos wanted to die at that moment, he could feel the disappointment and fear of his peers at his decision, but the feral part didn't care. The witch was his mate and anyone who tried to harm her would be dead before they could breathe again. “You can’t kill her without killing me too, and I’ll send anyone who tries to go to hell.”

The murmur grew inside the small cabin, until Carlos's father raised his hand, there was pain, disappointment and fear in the older man's features and his voice was filled with regret.

“You should have bonded with a woman of our people, not that filthy witch, Carlos!”

The werewolf swallowed the huge lump in his throat and his voice still carried the presence of the beast there “The Moon decided it would be her, there is nothing to be done about it”

The buzz grew, Carlos knew he only had two options, to deny — and consequently, kill his partner — or to continue with her, living with the possibility of being an outcast to his people. Both options were horrible and he would rather die right there, but the Moon would not grant him such a gift.

Carlos heard his father take a deep breath, extremely tired, as if that conversation had added another hundred years to the leader's back.

“If the Moon truly brought you two together, we can do nothing but accept it,” her father said reluctantly, “but don’t think I won’t kill you if you try anything against my people, girl, I regardless of who your partner is.”

Little by little, the cabin emptied until Carlos and the witch were left, she was still standing there, with her eyes wide open, Carlos only realized he was holding her when he felt the tingling in his arm. Carlos let go of her as if he had been shocked and took a step away from her, everything was confusing and they needed to clarify a couple of things.

“No one needs to go through this,” she said softly, very different from the angry witch from moments before. “I’ll leave and we can avoid a lot of headaches,” she concluded, picking up her bag.

“I already told you that you're not going anywhere, little witch, you're mine and you'll stay here.”

She rolled her eyes and patted her dress, brushing the dust off her clothes. “Don’t be ignorant, neither of us want this partnership, there’s no reason for us to stay together.”

Carlos approached her again, keeping a few centimeters away, they were so close that they could feel their breaths mixing.

“You know we wouldn’t be together if it wasn’t meant to be, witch,” he clicked his tongue and gave her a stern look, “We’re mates and you will be, because I’ve already warned you, there is not a hole on this Earth that I wouldn't dig up looking for you, even if I have to tie you to the bed, you're not leaving”

She stomped her foot and growled in irritation, making Carlos laugh, after so much animosity and stress, he could better notice the witch in front of him. She was beautiful, that was obvious to anyone with good eyesight, she had sharp features and messy hair, which seemed to match her mystical aura. The witch's eyes also lived up to her magical nature, regardless of their color, her eyes were as clear as a lake of clear waters, so expressive that Carlos could understand all her repressed feelings.

Anger, fear, perhaps a bit of killing intent, and calmness. It was confusing to see why he himself also felt such feelings within himself.

“This is your home now, no one is going to take you away from here and in return you are not leaving either, unless I go too”

“Why the hell do you insist on this? We hate each other!”

“Yes, I know that,” he agreed, running a hand through his hair, making it even more disheveled. “But you were mine the moment I laid eyes on you, just as I am yours, whether we like it or not.”

She let out a frustrated breath and let her bag fall to the floor.

“I won't sleep with you”

“Then sleep on the floor, I will not give my bed to a filthy witch.”

“Flea-bitten mutt!”

“Filthy witch!”

— ☽ —

Her mother's words were echoing in her mind, repeating over and over, she was a werewolf's mate, she was in a village full of werewolves and she couldn't leave, both because of the werewolf — that she discovered was called Carlos — and by something keeping her there. No matter how much she insisted on her desire to leave, her feet no longer followed the path to the exit. Resigned that she would not leave, she decided to exercise her magic, organizing the shack that she and Carlos — it was still strange to call it or think of it with a name, in fact — destroyed during the fight.

With just a few nods, she put the shelves back in place, fixed the table, and remade some clay pots. She wiped off all the dust and made the bed, making everything presentable again; When it was over, Y/N looked at her own state, she was filthy, her dress was a rag and there were leaves, twigs and mud stuck in her hair. She needed to clean herself urgently.

She searched the cabin for something she could wear, since she had only one dress and nothing to wash in. Y/N decided to dress in Carlos' clothes, which she found in a nearby trunk. It would be enough until she had fabric to sew a decent dress, muttering about her bad luck, she searched her bag for something that could wash her skin, but to her misfortune, she had left the herbal paste she used in the bath at her house, which must have been on fire at this moment. Thinking about his home made his heart tighten, in less than a day his life had turned upside down and he couldn't do anything to go back to the way it was.

“The Goddess couldn’t have done this to me,” she whimpered, leaving the cabin. During her escape, she had seen a nearby stream, which would be enough for a bath and she should take advantage of the fact that the sun was warm. She felt Spix's presence following her silently, the cat exuded satisfaction and Y/N rolled her eyes, thinking that if she hadn't wasted time trying to convince Spix, both would be far away at that moment. The sound of running water helped to dispel her conflicting thoughts and she allowed herself to relax, even if only for a few moments; looking around to make sure no one was there, Y/N got rid of her dirty dress and stepped into the cold water, hissing at the temperature.

She sank until she was submerged, hoping the water would wash away the dirt and troubles from her body. Y/N rubbed her body with her bare hands to try to clean herself. Since last night, she had been in the middle of the woods, rolling in the mud, on the beaten earth. She was the very picture of dirt.

Spix sat on a rock near the river, watching his owner wash herself, the fury with which she began to scrub her own body was giving way to sadness, nothing that was happening in her life had been planned, she didn't know what to do, she was completely alone in the middle of werewolves who wouldn't hesitate to try to kill her, was unwillingly joined to an annoying werewolf with stalker tendencies. Sadness turned to melancholy as she began to hum the lullaby she had heard her mother sing since she was a little girl.

When she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her body, Y/N decided to enjoy the water, which was much more pleasant after being submerged for so long. The current slowed down, allowing the witch to float on the water, looking at the blue sky between the treetops; she was almost asleep when a snap of a branch breaking made her alert, Y/N stopped floating and let the water cover her naked body again and it wasn't long before Carlos appeared in the middle of the bushes, his dark eyes seemed to be blazing with anger.

“What the hell! You shouldn't have gone out alone!”

“I needed a shower! I couldn’t wait for you to come back!” he shouted back. “Would you please stop staring?!”

Carlos growled and turned his face away “it’s not like I want to see anything there”

“Splendid! Then stop looking, flea-bitten!”

Y/N took advantage of the fact that Carlos wasn't looking and got out of the river as fast as she could and got dressed, or tried to, since she got confused with her clothes, which were too big for her, Carlos wasn't that tall, but he was a well-built man, with broad muscles and big bones.

"Let me help you, silly little witch" he said, pulling her shirt, Y/N only had time to cover her breasts with her arms. Carlos pushed the shirt over her head and helped her put on the sleeves. “Now let’s go,” he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the cabin. He walked in front of her, oblivious to Y/N's inquisitive gaze, she assessed Carlos' broad back, only there did she see that Carlos was wearing only raw cotton pants, his broad back exposed to the witch's eyes, dozens of scars permeated his skin. All the scars looked old, but considering how fast the wolf metabolism was, they could have been made the day before and would have the same scarred appearance.

“As much as I don’t mind calling you a filthy witch, I need to know your name,” he said, both of them still far from the cabin.

“Y/N,” she said simply, keeping her eyes on him, but quickly looked away when Carlos looked at her over his shoulder. “What is it?”

“Aren't you going to ask my name?”

She clicked her tongue and shrugged, “I heard your father say, your name is Carlos.”

They continued the rest of the way in silence, she heard children's giggles, some children were going into the woods and laughing at them as they passed. She couldn't judge them, she sure looked ridiculous in Carlos's oversized clothes. Y/N saw Spix stop near the children and purred as she received strokes between the ears and on the belly.

The children ended up forgetting about her and Carlos, playing with Spix who used his magic to change the color of his fur, which made the children laugh out loud.

When they arrived home, she found a woman near the wood stove, stirring the huge cauldron.

“I said I didn't need it, Blanca,” Carlos said, resting his hand on Y/N's lower back and pushing her into the house. “We still have some bread here…”

“Oh, shut up Carlos, I didn’t make this for you, I’m cooking for my new and permanent sister-in-law” the woman, Blanca, stepped away from the pot and wiped her hands on a cloth hanging over her shoulder. She was pretty, similar to Carlos, but there were laugh lines all over her face, she must have smiled a lot more than her brother.

“Are you the little witch everyone is talking about?” she said, wrapping Y/N in a firm, warm hug.

“I guess so,” she gave an awkward chuckle, “I’m Y/N, I’m glad to meet you.”

“I'm glad to meet you, Y/N! But I have to wish you good luck, my brother is terrible!”

The two heard the wolf behind them snort and laughed in response. Blanca seemed kind and welcoming, probably the natural hatred wasn't strong in her. This made Y/N a little calmer.

“Oh, I’ve already had a glimpse of his mood, but I’m not worried,” she said, drawing a laugh from Blanca.

“Anyway! I didn't just come to meet you, you must be hungry, I used the rest of the meat in the pantry and some vegetables and made some soup, come eat” Blanca pulled her to the table and Y/N saw the woman serving a deep bowl of soup, with a generous piece of bread and a mug of wine. “No need to be shy, eat, I can hear your stomach growling”

The little witch felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but Blanca didn't seem affected, she just encouraged her to eat, not that she needed to, the food smelled wonderful and she was really hungry. When she took her first spoonful of soup, she moaned with satisfaction, it tasted as good as it smelled and before she knew it, had already devoured everything.

“It was delicious, Blanca, thank you,” he said, placing the mug of wine on the table. “How can I repay you?”

“Don't think about it, Y/N, it was just a welcome treat, the people of the village might be scared by your arrival, but I'm happy, this might mean that we'll put an end to this stupid fight.”

Y/N remembered her mother's words, apparently there was a way to escape what the Goddess had designated for her life. So I could only pray for wisdom and patience, as I knew I would need it.

She felt Carlos's gaze on her back, she hoped the Goddess knew what she was doing, because that partnership bond was perfect chaos.

Weeks later.

She ran into the house, placing her hand on her chest. Y/N felt her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest. She blinked repeatedly and shook her head, trying to dispel the vision he had had minutes before. By the Goddess, she just wanted to get some herbs from the riverbank, she didn't expect to find the werewolf swimming naked in the river. She still took a good look at the werewolf's entire body before turning around and hurrying back to the hut.

Y/N had never seen a naked man before, and embarrassment made her neck and cheeks heat up.The sight of Carlos swimming vigorously against the current made her blood run faster in her veins.

She slapped her palm against her forehead “Don’t focus on that, Y/N, think about something else, you hate him, remember?”

She decided to focus on the bath paste he was making, he would have to use the flowers that surrounded the cabin instead of the herbs he liked, but he refused to go back to the river. Spix meowed, jumping onto the table next to her, and Y/N squeaked, shaking her finger at him.

“Don’t say anything! That shouldn’t have happened, it was an accident!” she scolded the cat, but Spix meowed again, lying down on the table and resting his head on his paws. “I shouldn’t have seen anything!”

Y/N mixed the ingredients of the bath paste with more force than necessary, trying to keep the memory of Carlos away, even though her cheeks were hot, even though his heart was racing.

“You're going to end up breaking that bowl, little witch” she screamed in fright when she heard Carlos enter the cabin, the spoon she was using flew away when she screamed. “Wow, I didn’t know you were scalded, little witch.”

Y/N rested her hand on her chest again and turned to Carlos, who was only wearing wool pants and his hair was damp from the shower. Carlos was distracted looking for a shirt in the trunk while Y/N scrutinized his entire body, remembering the unexpected encounter in the river. Her cheeks, which were already hot, became scalding hot.

She could hate him all she wanted, but she had to admit, Carlos was gorgeous and he seemed oblivious to that fact. She couldn't even answer him, her eyes losing sight of Carlos' half-naked body, he seemed more concerned with finding a shirt than figuring out why she hadn't answered. Her mind traveled to places she'd never known and she was surprised by the things she thought.

You hate him, keep that in mind, it doesn't matter that the Goddess decided we would be soulmates, she thought, returning to his task, the bath paste was almost ready, fortunately the flowers worked, but it was nothing like the herbs that liked.

For weeks now, the animosity between her and Carlos had diminished, the provocations still existed, they continued to fight, but the hatred itself had long since disappeared.

She shook her head, pushing the memory away, Y/N decided to think about something else, remembering that the Full Moon would arrive in a few days and he needed to get some things out in the open.

“The Full Moon is coming, do I need to worry about you stalking me again?” she asked, transferring the paste to a clay pot, trying to remain calm.

“Of course, we haven’t completed the link yet, until the link is finalized, you will need to stay at Blanca’s house” He said, taking a piece of cake, which Y/N had made the previous morning.

She hummed in agreement, Blanca had explained in detail how the marking ritual worked, not that she didn't know, her parents had explained it before, not in as much detail as Blanca, but she knew what it was, and her thoughts turned to the rite, with the details Blanca had given and with the fresh memory of Carlos naked in the river, she couldn't help but imagine herself with him.

“Perverse mind, foolish heart” she muttered.

“What did you say, little witch?” Carlos asked, ridiculously close to her. Y/N should be used to Carlos’s heated presence, he insisted on tucking her into bed every night, and both woke up so intertwined that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended, the proximity of the Moon made Carlos feel strange. He seemed needy, chasing her scent like a puppy, keeping her close to him as much as he could every morning.

She was at war with her own heart, trying to avoid the feelings that arose so naturally.

“I-I didn’t say anything, you’re hearing things… It wouldn’t be a surprise since you have such keen hearing.”

He slid his nose into the crook of her neck, making the girl shiver and grip the edges of the table before she pulled away.

“I already told you not to do that, fleabag!” she scolded, but it didn’t affect Carlos at all, he remained standing where he was, listening to her heart accelerate even more.

“Keep calling me a flea, and I'll do worse than that, little witch.”