Brasilian Girl || CS55

Brasilian Girl || CS55

summary: Where Carlos and his girlfriend decide to spend their winter holidays in Brazil.

cw: Nothing special, Carlos pampering his girlfriend, fans in love with the couple's dynamics, friends making jokes, Lando wanting to be adopted (?)

a/n: this is my first attempt at smau, bear with me, thank you and yes, you will have to put up with the Latino Mood at maximum power :)

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📌 Praia de Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.

Oi Brasil, estou em casa 💚💛

carlossainz55 You are definitely the muse of Bossa Nova music ❤️ Liked by the author

⤷ ynuser oh baby that was beautiful i love you so much 😭🫶🏼

alexsaintmleux you have to take me there! ❤️ Liked by author

⤷ ynuser of course I'll bring my favorite girl here

charlesleclerc @ carlossainz55 control your girlfriend before she steals my girlfriend

⤷ ynuser you can't compete with me, Cha, accept your defeat

userfan omg Carlos' comment 😭 they are so beautiful

userfan bem vinda de volta, Y/N! 🫶🏼

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📌 Pontal da Atalaia, Arraial do Cabo, Brasil

👤tagged: carlossainz55

yes, I bought a pair of Havaianas for Carlos and spoiler, he loved it

carlossainz55 A beautiful landscape for a beautiful couple, by the way I loved the flip flops, very aesthetic ❤️ Liked by author

⤷ ynuser you are perfect, understand and yes, the slippers are very aesthetic

⤷ landonorris Okay, you guys are beautiful, when are you going to adopt me? Charles and Alex adopted Oscar.

⤷ carlossainz55 God willing, never 🙌🏼

georgerussel63 Everyone knows that Carlos only wants the Brazilian CPF

⤷ carlossainz55 Shut up George

lilymunihe There's something messing up Y/N's beauty there, oh it's Carlos ❤️ Liked by author

⤷ ynuser I love youuuu Lily, come to Arraial with me

⤷ carlossainz55 This is called envy, you wanted to be beautiful like me

⤷ lilymunihe poor thing, is he delirious?

userfan I want what they have, which saint should I pray to?

userfan Lando and I are in line to be adopted

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📌 Bahia de Todos os Santos, Brasil

👤tagged: carlossainz55

After that he tried to sing Djavan, but MPB for a Spaniard drunk on caipirinha is not the best combination

⤷ carlossainz55 In my defense, I didn't know caipirinha was so good and who can judge a man in love? ❤️ Liked by author

landonorris ugh you guys make me diabetic, jeez

⤷ ynuser then it goes back to adoption and you don't know why

⤷ charlesleclerc fight fight fight fight fight

kikagomes I would sell my boyfriend for a caipirinha right now ❤️ Liked by author

⤷ pierregasly dear?

⤷ Ynuser priorities, Pierre

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📌 Brasil

👤 Ynuser

Obrigado Brasil por me dar o pedaço que faltava do meu coração @ynuser

ynuser I can't believe it 😭 you wrote in Portuguese without Google translate, how beautiful! I love you baby

⤷ carlossainz55 anything for my favorite girl ❤️

charlesleclerc my god you have to get married soon

⤷ ynuser after you and Alex of course

⤷ alexsaintmleux That's right Y/N, tell him the truth 😎

⤷ landonorris that's right, get married and adopt me

⤷ georgerussell63 someone give this child a father

lilymunihe Carlos is ruining the photos again

⤷carmenmundt he does this often, unfortunately

⤷ carlossainz55 Excuse me? Do you hate me?

⤷lilymunihe It took you a while to figure that out, huh? That's what happens when you hang around with Lando

⤷ ynuser I warned you that Lando would influence him

⤷ landonorris So rude!

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My God, this is so good that I want to live here

YOU'RE BACK 😭😭 I can't even say how happy I am for your return, I hope your sabbatical break was good (don't do it again pls, or better yet, not so long)

Well hmm, I saw that requests are open, right? What's the possibility of me having something with Mafia! Max is very distressed, is there any serious fight and sentimental repair? Something from the beginning of the relationship, where they are still understanding each other (or not) anyway, I'd be VERY grateful if you could, if not, that's fine, I'll read the entire tab about Max being a gangster boss with immense pleasure

Tnks for coming back, this site is nothing without you

A/N: How about a fight that almost ruined their marriage and family?? Hm also WARNING: CHILD IN HOSPITAL/READER SLAPS MAX/ AND MAJOR ANGST

He wouldn't stop crying, why wouldn't he stop crying? All you wanted was to put him down and walk out of their lives and not look back. "Casper, please," You sob, swaying back and forth as your poor baby boy screamed his lungs out. "Please, Casper," You start to bounce up and down more, not understanding what was wrong.

"I can't, I can't," You cry putting him down, making him scream louder, thankful you placed Fabian in your bedroom, you're very empty bedroom. Grabbing your phone you dial Max's number, begging he pick up. He's been gone for two months, in Monaco, saying he needed to be gone for business and would return soon, that was almost 3 months now.

"Max, pick up," You whimper, sliding down the wall as you listen to Casper's loud choking sobs. This is Verstappen, if I'm not answering don't call again. "Bastard!" You scream, hurling the phone and watching as it shatters against the wall, the screams going quiet. "Finally," You whisper, but the quiet makes you skin crawl something wrong.

Standing up you look down into the crib. "OH God! DANIEL!"

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"It was only a short while, but he seems to have a nasty infection, and its settled in his lungs," You listen to the doctor drone on as you hold Fabian, perfectly sleeping, healthy Fabian, Daniel standing behind you, unsure what to do as well. "He's in the PICU, so when you're ready to see him, he's there." The doctor trails off, knowing damn well who you are and who Daniel is.

He clears his throat, and takes a step back, "I've reached out to the Monaco Police, they're going to try to find your husband, since...." The doctor trails off, trying to find the right words. "Since he hasn't answered his phone." Daniel makes a noise, and you squeeze Fabian just a little bit harder.

"I'll leave you be, now," The doctor whispers, leaving the three of you alone. "Where is he?" You whisper, Daniel clears his throat, moving to crotch down in front of you. "In the PICU, doc said we can go see him whenever, and Lando is on the way, to take Fabian back home," You look.

"I mean, my husband, where is he?" Daniel look away and rubs the back of his head. "In the casino, making a deal," You look away, having to choke down a sob, as you think how Max should be here. "Y/n," Daniel stands, seeing a frantic and messy Lando rush through the doors.

"Take him home, just, he sleeps through the night, and um you can sleep in our room if you'd like, the baby monitors, are already there," You pass Fabian off, Lando happily taking Fabian who nuzzles his little face into the familiar neck. "Y/n, breath, I got a hold of Charles, he's with Max." You just nod, not paying any mind.

"Lando, take the baby home," Lando nods, carefully holding Fabian close and leaving through the doors. "Come on, I'll take you to Cassie," You nod, letting Daniel led you to your son.

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"I don't give a fuck, I've been here 3 months, away from my wife and family to get this fucking deal done, and you're telling me you're going to back out?" Max snarls, ready to throttle the German in front of him. The German rolls his eyes, "Please everyone knows that your marriage was arranged, do not act like you care for those.....boys of yours, might not even be yours," The man grumbles the last part.

Max and his men, freeze, sitting down his gin and tonic, Max leans back glaring at the man wondering what he could do to him. "You fucki-" "Max!" Groaning, Max pinches his nose turning to see Charles Leclerc running through the casino. "Jesus fuck, WHAT?" He roars, Charles narrows his eyes, seeming pissed.

"Answer your fucking phone! I just got word from Lando. Casper is in the hospital," Max feels the color drain from his face as he stands on shaky legs. "What," Max grabs Charles, shaking him slightly, "The fuck you mean my boy is in the hospital?" Charles shrugs his hands off seeming pissed.

"Is in the goddamn PICU, you need to go home, NOW!" Max doesn't think twice, as he rushes out of the casino, praying that Casper, Fabian, and you were going to be okay.

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You lay on the little cot, holding Casper's hand as he sleeps peacefully for the first time in a week, eyes heavy you close them, until you hear thundering feet and the door to Casper's room sliding open. With narrow slits you see the familiar shoes of your husband, who walks slowly to the edge of the crib.

"Cassie, oh sweet baby," His voice so soft, broken, filled with fear it almost replaces the burning anger you're feeling. "Step away from him," You whisper, sitting up, Max's eyes snap up, wild like ice.

"What?" He whispers, removing his hands, as he was going to pick him up. "I said step away from him, you leave for almost 3 months, I call and call and scream and cry and now you show up? Get away from my child." You growl, pushing at his chest, but Max doesn't budge, not even a little flinch as he stares down at you.

"He's my son," Max glares down at you, his head whips to the side, as your palm makes a connection. "No, he's not. A father wouldn't be gone for 3 months, a father would pick UP HIS PHONE! A FATHER WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT US!" A couple nurses stand, but Max's people block the door, stopping them.

"You're right," He whispers. "I want you gone, I want you out of the house by morning," You grab the ring, struggling to take it off, Max's eyes go wild grabbing your hands and pushing you against a wall. "No, no, don't you fucking dare take off the ring, please," Max begs, as you fight against him.

"He could've died, and where were you? IN FUCKING MONACO!" You yell, tears falling as Max traps you between the wall and his body. "Please, baby, please I'm sorry, just don't leave me, don't leave me," He drops to his knees, burying his face into your stomach as you sob watching Casper. "He stopped breathing," You sob, sliding down the wall, Max wrapping his arms around you tightly.

"I won't leave, I won't leave. Just don't leave me, don't take my boys away," Max whimpers burying his face in your shoulder. You don't say anything as you hold Max the two of you sobbing as the sounds of Casper's heart rate beeps slowly behind you two.

I'm at risk of losing my newsletter, aka X. Damn Musk, it wouldn't cost anything to collaborate with Brazil, you stupid rich guy.

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.

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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.

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: I'm excited about this story because I love werewolves and witches so I can't stop reading it. This will be the last one posted until I update Underworld Sun, because I've been owing this update for a few days.

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die;

Part Two: Monsters

One misstep, you're mine And you better stay clever if you wanna survive

Her breath caught in her chest as she saw the massive beast emerging from the bushes, its fangs as big as the blade of her dagger, its eyes gleaming like molten gold and stared at him with nothing but murderous fury. Being the first night of the full moon, Y/N could feel the deep magic of lycanthropy within him, vibrating the beast's solid muscles and teasing his senses, making it tastier prey than any animal in the forest.

It was a bad day to be with your magic so weak.

The werewolf began to surround her and Y/N did the same, she couldn't give him a chance to attack from behind, dying wasn't in her plans. Whether from angry villagers or from that hungry werewolf. Her eyes remained glued to the massive creature in front of her, she couldn't take her eyes off the wolf's dangerous fangs; her fingers pressed the dagger and she took a deep breath, asking for wisdom and strength to get out of that situation.

“I’m not going to die tonight, beast, so I hope you don’t mind when I use your fur as a blanket,” she said. Y/N knew how to poke a mindless beast with twice her strength and huge teeth were dangerous, but she had never been a sensible witch, and now was not the time to start being one.

The moon shone even brighter in the sky and an ancient shiver ran down her spine. At that moment, the wind carried whispers in an ancient voice to her. Whispers that she didn't like to hear and Before she could think, her magic core was gone and her body lost its strength. She fainted, dropping her dagger, dropping her bag; the black kitten purred, ignoring the werewolf standing there, much more concerned about his owner. Spix pressed his feline snout to the witch's face, waiting for her to wake up.

Trapped in her subconscious, Y/N looked around, recognizing the tiny kitchen of the cottage she shared with her parents, the smell of her mother's familiar herbal tea made the girl whimper. She missed her mother so much, her advice and love, and that smell made things less unbearable to deal with.

She heard light, rhythmic footsteps and saw her mother enter the room, wearing the raw cotton dress and white stone necklace, so characteristic that they made her eyes burn.

“Would you like some tea, dear? You look hungry,” she heard her mother say. “The rye bread is fresh, have a piece, will you?”

"Mommy?” She spoke softly, approaching fearfully and touching the woman's face, and when she felt the soft texture of the older woman's cheek, Y/N finally gave in to tears. “I missed you, mommy!”

The older one hugged her before Y/N fell to her knees on the floor, the younger witch felt herself being dragged to a chair.

“I missed you too my little sunshine, don't cry anymore, your dad and I are fine, glad you're safe”

“This is so unfair, you didn't deserve to die like this, I w-wanted to help...” she sobbed, her face hidden in her mother's shoulder.

“Shhhh it's okay, there's nothing you could do dear, and I honestly don't regret saving your life, I didn't give birth to you to watch you die, dear, stop crying over things that are beyond your reach,” she said, making the girl look at her and wiped her tears. “Let's not waste this precious time we have with complaints and tears, I need to tell you something... Something important that will change your future”

The young witch's still tearful face contorted in confusion and she saw her mother smile, stroking her damp cheeks.

“W-what do you mean?”

Y/N saw her mother sigh loudly “After tonight, nothing will be the same, my love, it's time to stop the killing between our people and the lycanthropes”

“M-Me?” she laughed in disbelief “I can barely keep my magic core stable, how can I stop something that has been going on for centuries?!”

“You young people are so impatient, let me explain, we don’t have much time, so be quiet,” her mother scolded. “There are few things in the world that are truly unbreakable, the bond of partnership between a werewolf and his destined one is one of those things and you are on the other end of the cord, my dear.”

S/N stood up, her mother couldn't be serious, it could only be a joke in bad taste.

“I can’t mate with a werewolf! I’m a witch.”

“But you are, and that will change the history of our people, S/N,” the older witch said seriously. “We are being persecuted and killed by madmen who use the name of God to justify their sins” She paused for a few seconds, reinforcing her speech “We cannot protect ourselves on both fronts, my little sun, we need to choose our battles and it is time to stop fighting with the wolves”

“But why me?! I’m not the best option to negotiate peace in a thousand-year-old war!”

“But you will, I can't give you any more details, I know you will do the right thing, just follow your heart, it always knows the right direction” the woman said, getting up to get some tea.

“Then I will have to kill him, because that is where my heart is going.”

Y/N grumbled in disbelief. As if her life wasn't already busy enough.

“Don’t be petulant, girl, and accept the goddess’s designs, she knows what she’s doing and I know you’ll be happy.”

Y/N sighed, feeling like she was waking up, so her time with her mother was close to ending.

“I don’t want to say goodbye, take me with you”

“I would never do that to you, my love... You have a beautiful life ahead of you and I know you will be happy, trust me, okay?”

The little witch sniffed and nodded.

“You are never alone, and live your life the best way you can, your father and I love you, dear.” Y/N felt a kiss on her forehead and saw everything fade before her eyes.

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The werewolf watched the witch fall to the ground unconscious. It was a strange thing, because he hadn't even intended to attack her—yet. In other times he would have taken advantage and satisfied his hunger, but his instincts told him otherwise. The werewolf approached slowly, but stopped when he saw the cat bristle and growl in his direction. That cat was a totem linked to the unconscious witch, and if he tried to attack her, he would probably have to deal with that stupid cat.

The wolf licked his teeth, he couldn't kill the witch, but he couldn't retreat either, his paws kept moving forward even though the cat was ready to scratch his snout. The moon grew brighter and a bit of rationality came to the werewolf's mind, the creature poked the witch's cheek, receiving no response.

As delicately as he could, he gathered the belongings that had fallen out of the bag with his nose and teeth and thought of a way to put it on his back. The cat watched the whole process and He gave a meow that, to the werewolf's ears, sounded like mockery, and before he could grab the kitten, the werewolf saw the cat digging in the ground near the witch and understood what the little animal wanted. Within minutes a large hole next to the witch's unconscious body was opened, the werewolf entered the hole and pulled the witch by the cape with his teeth, making her fall onto her back. With the girl unconscious, the wolf jumped until he was out of the hole, being careful not to knock her over and shouted carefully, being closely followed by the black cat, the moonlight flickered slightly before hiding behind a cloud.

The werewolf kept his pace short until he reached his small village, only children, some pregnant women and elderly people were present, all the rest spread out into the forest to hunt and give in to instincts. He entered the furthest cabin from the village, and laid the witch on the bed, she remained unconscious and he left, leaving the cat at the door. He wasn't happy about having a witch so close to his people, but his instincts screamed to catch her and keep her close.

He left the unconscious witch there and ran back into the woods, he needed to eat and he needed to stay away from her, or he would end up killing the girl and something in his bones told him to keep her alive.

— ☽ —

The sun was rising when she finally woke up. She knew that experiences like this were possible, but she never expected to experience one in person. Y/N she felt the fluffy weight on her abdomen and ran her fingers through Spix's silky fur, the kitten purred, rubbing his little face against her hand, clearly relieved that she had woken up; Y/N blinked slowly, catching glimpses of a wooden and straw roof above her, only to snap up, she was no longer in the forest, she was in an unfamiliar cabin. Alone with her cat.

She looked around, finding her things thrown in a corner, stained with diluted blood.

“By the grace of the Goddess, what happened last night?” she muttered to herself, looking at her things, the candles were broken, but the rest seemed intact thankfully. None of her grimoires had been lost. Little by little, memories of last night came back to her mind, the escape from her home, the search for shelter in the woods, the werewolf in her path and the strange conversation with her mother... Y/N rubbed the back of her neck, feeling strangely tired, even though she slept through the night. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was, but nothing gave away who the cabin belonged to or who had brought her there. but if Spix was cool with it, it must be a good sign.

She avoided thinking as much as she could about the conversation with her mother as she rummaged through her belongings in the cabin, she could never be a werewolf's mate. They had been enemy races for so many years that she didn't even know the reason for the enmity, and she didn't even mention that her insides were turning over at the idea, no, her mother was delirious. She was sure of it.

She found some still-good bread and a canteen of beer, it wasn't the best breakfast, but she was starving and couldn't afford to refuse food; S/N devoured the bread in three bites and She downed her beer in one gulp. Maybe now she could leave, pretending her mother hadn't said anything as absurd as that. It would never work, she was a witch, that bond was unnatural, it couldn't happen.

Quickly, she gathered her things and picked up Spix, but the cat jumped off her lap and remained on the bed.

“Let’s go, Spix, we don’t know whose house this is, we’re not going to stay to find out” she said as she reached out her hands to grab the feline, but Spix jumped away, making Y/N frown in confusion. “Now, don’t be like that, Spix! I know this bed is comfortable, but we’re not staying here! It’s dangerous!”

The kitten meowed in protest and Y/N asked the heavens for patience, or she would take the cat by the tail. “Come on Spix, I'm in charge!”

She couldn't be ignored any more than that, the black cat raised his own magic and became invisible, making Y/N curse. Y/N felt around on the bed, finding the cat among the woolen blankets and before it could get loose, she put it in the leather bag and ran out of the cabin, she couldn't stay there, he didn't know who might arrive and he wouldn't risk himself like that and it wouldn't be a cat that would dictate her actions.

As morning arrived, Carlos breathed a sigh of relief when the beast allowed him to control his body again, he had few memories of last night, but he knew there was a girl lying in his bed, a girl who was probably his companion.

A witch.

He could feel her scent impregnated on his body, it was a cruel joke of fate, the Moon could not unite him with a witch. It was absurd that he wanted to laugh, as if his life wasn't troubled enough, he still had to deal with a damn witch in his house, a witch who was his predestined. He was on his way home when the scent of lavender and lemon reached his nose and it wasn't long before he heard quick footsteps breaking branches on the ground. Before he could understand, Carlos ran in the direction of the scent, his body transforming mid-run, he could see the witch's thick cloak fluttering in the air as she walked away; It wasn't as if the little witch could run faster than him and in a short time, Carlos was just a few meters away from her. His muscles tensed and he leapt at her, knocking her to the muddy ground until they ended up rolling down a local ravine. She screamed in fright, trying to pull away from him, but she was trapped between him and the ground.

Carlos growled, holding the witch under his body, was she leaving? How dare she?!

She began to punch and kick the wolf above her, but he growled, leaving his teeth exposed, making the smaller girl retreat as far as she could on the ground.

“Get off me, help! Help, someone help me!” she screamed, but all she heard was the birds squawking and the trees crashing against each other. The werewolf got off her and grabbed the witch's ankle, dragging her back to the cabin. "Let go of me!" she tried to kick the creature, but it sank its teeth into her skin, making her scream.

Behind them, Spix trotted along leisurely, dragging his leather bag carefully as he followed.

Carlos wondered if it was really the right thing to drag that witch back to his house, she was a witch, she could kill his entire family, he gave up.He didn't understand why the Moon had chosen a witch to be her companion, this couldn't be serious, it had to be a joke.

She kept struggling and kicking, trying to get free, which made Carlos grunt with laughter, her efforts were laughable and it was clear she didn't have enough magic to break free, otherwise he would have already been thrown against a tree.

It wasn't enough to be a witch, she was also useless.

As soon as they arrived at the cabin, Carlos let go of her ankle and walked around the house, the girl didn't need to see him naked, he transformed and picked up a pair of pants hanging on the clothesline next door, listening to her whine about the bruises on her ankle. When he came back inside, the witch was rubbing her ankle, muttering a strange chant that he didn't understand.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed here until I got back,” he said, surprising the girl, the witch screamed in fright, throwing a broken candle at him, which he dodged without any further problems.

“I have no reason to stay here!” she scolded, trying to stand, ignoring her sore ankle.

“You have nowhere to go, girl, or you wouldn’t be running through the woods in the middle of the night.” He landed a wound on the witch, who took a deep breath, trying not to think about what she had lost in such a short time.

“That’s none of your business, mutt,” she retorted rudely and Carlos clenched his jaw, irritated by the insult.

“That became my business from the moment you became my companion!”

“I AM NOT YOUR MATE!” she screamed and the rafters of the hut shook, her magic gradually returning.

Carlos looked at her even more stressed, this really shouldn't be happening, he should be connected to a wolf from his pack, following the natural course of things. But no, he was there, destined for a witch.

"You can scream all you want, little witch, you are my companion, whether you like it or not, and you will stay here.”

“Never! I’d rather die!” She marched towards him so determinedly that she didn't even groan in pain and stared at him without fear. “You'll have to tie me up!”

He tilted his head back, laughing deeply at the girl in front of him. “That’s not a problem, little witch, I’m very good with ropes.”

She screamed in anger and backed away from him, feeling her body tremble, abruptly her magical core had completely restored itself and she refused to believe that this was due to the bond with the werewolf.

“Even though I haven’t marked you yet, we’re united, little witch,” he said mockingly, “there’s no way you can leave here, because listen carefully...” he approached her, feeling the angry vibration that the witch emanated so strongly. “I don't care if our races have hated each other for centuries, I don't care if you want to disembowel me now, the Moon has decided that you would be mine, and that's what you are from now on, so don't even think about running away from me, witch, because I'll hunt you down to the end of the world”

Neither of them even realized that they were inches away from each other, Carlos only noticed when the scent of lavender and lemon disoriented his senses.

“There’s no point in running away, you’re mine now and you’re going to stay here”

“I don’t belong to anyone! Much less to a mutt like you!”

In one quick movement, Carlos wrapped his arms around the witch's throat and they both fell onto the bed.

“Don’t call me a mutt, you filthy little witch.”

He felt her swallow hard and take a deep breath, struggling to get away from him, but Carlos pressed harder on the girl's throat, seeing her choke a little, but that didn't last long, because he was thrown against the wall, knocking over some shelves.

“I’ll kill you!” they shouted together.

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