Im Super Sleepy

09. Alguno se enferma

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Naeve sin duda estaba feliz cuando Kylo volvió de la misión a salvo, era pleno invierno e incluso con las mejores ropas sabía lo peligroso que era estar al descubierto por semanas. En la noche del reencuentro, durmieron calentitos y cómodos en su cama, disfrutando de la presencia del otro. En la madrugada, Naeve empezó a sentir calor en lo que se estaba apoyando, se despertó confundida y lo primero que vio fue el cuerpo de Kylo semidesnudo lleno de sudor. Aun estaba incociente, asi que saco los mechones de pelo negro que caian en la frente del soldado y apoyo su palma ahi, notando la alta temperatura que su cuerpo tenia.  

Antes de salir de la habitación, tapó con las mantas el cuerpo de Kylo. Se dirigió hacia la sala de curación del castillo, agarrando algunas hierbas y paños, y pasando por la cocina donde los primeros cocineros estabas preperando el desayuno y muy amablemente les pidió si podrían calentarle agua y hacer sopa. 

—Oh, ¿La señora Naeve cree que está por enfermarse?—preguntó preocupado el chef principal—Este invierno está siendo muy duro. 

Naeve sacudió su mano y negó. 

—No es para mi, gracias por la preocupación—agarro un set de té y la lleno con el agua hirviendo—Kylo tiene fiebre, así que por favor, cuando la sopa esté lista llevenla a la habitación. 

Todos en la cocina se quedaron en silencio y solo hicieron una reverencia cuando Naeve salió con la bandeja y los paños tibios. En realidad, era la primera vez que escuchaban que el Señor estuviera enfermo. Cuando Naeve volvió a la habitación, Kylo estaba saliendo de la cama con las rodillas flaqueando. 

—Kylo, ¿qué estas haciendo?—Naeve pregunto alarmada, apoyo la bandeja en la mesa mas proxima y a pasos rápidos invadió el espacio personal de Kylo, empujando suavemente el pecho del pelinegro para que volviera a sentarse—claro que él había cedido, porque si quisiera no se movería ni un centímetro, incluso en su condición.

—¿A dónde fuiste?—cuestiono Kylo levantando la mirada. 

—A buscar paños y agua caliente. 

—No vuelvas irte mientras duermo, porfavor—pidio Kylo apoyando su cabeza en el cuerpo de Naeve. 

—Tienes fiebre, no quería levantarte—explico—Ahora, ya sabes que estoy bien, vamos, vuelve acostarte, debes descansar muy bien. 

Kylo pareció reacio a esto aunque simplemente se dejó tapar por las mantas.

—No quiero descansar, quiero estar contigo. 

—Estas conmigo, mi amor—rio Naeve apoyando el paño en la frente del soldado. 

—Lo sé—murmuró Kylo cerrando los ojos—Quiero abrazarte y levantantarte, caminar por el jardín.  

—Cuando te mejores y las temperaturas sean cálidas iremos al jardin, mientras tanto te ofrezco mi amor a corta distancia—ofreció Naeve entrelazando sus dedos con los de Kylo—Mas pronto te recuperes, mas pronto me tendrás besandote. 

07. Celos

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Naeve estaba segura de su relación, todos lo sabían, por lo que nadie ni se molestaría en pedirle romper su matrimonio. Naeve siempre fue clara, desde el momento que se enamoró de Kylo, nunca hubo otra opción. 

Y claro, que para Kylo jamás hubo otra opción más que Naeve. Sin embargo, a pesar de su enamoramiento profundo cometió un error que sería el causante de su propia irritación. Jamás aclarar su relación con los medios extranjeros. 

Cada año le llegaban propuestas de matrimonio con personajes distinguidos de la realeza, e incluso algunos tenían el descaro de venir a presentarse en su cara. Hombres y mujeres pedían el matrimonio del Rey en frente de su propia esposa, y aunque Naeve jamás se mostró molesta ante esto, era terriblemente difícil no sentirse irritado. 

Naeve quien siempre mantuvo una expresión calmada, no pudo soportarlo cuando el Rey de Clæm fue lo suficientemente descarado como para presentarse frente a Kylo y pedirle matrimonio, y no sólo eso, despreciando su relación cuando Kylo dio a conocer su matrimonio. 

Se sentía enferma, enferma de lo mucho que la enojaba. Ese nuevo sentimiento invadió su pecho, y la parte racional de su cerebro le impidió sacar al Rey de Clæm a patadas. Sin embargo rápidamente Kylo deshizo las ilusiones ridículas del invitado no deseado y con una cara frustrada el Rey de Clæm se retiró. 

Pronto los brazos de Kylo la rodearon y dejo un beso en la mejilla. 

—Naeve, por casualidad, ¿estás celosa? 

La chica lo miro y suspiro. 

—Si. 

—¡¿Eh’?! ¿En serio?

—Si, pero no fanfarrones. 

Naeve y con su postura perfecta, salió de la habitación con Kylo siguiéndola.

CS55— destino

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⊹ Tags: short, love at first sight, destiny

⊹ I'm thinking about writing a series about this but im not sure

No era secreto que la vida de Carlos había sido un torbellino de sentimientos y hechos que todos parecían tener más claro que él y quizás eso era lo que le molestaba de lo que estaba sufriendo.

Desde que le dieron la noticia de Ferrari, se encontraba en una constante confusión. Y probablemente esa también era la razón por la que se había olvidado del cumpleaños de su hermana.

No tenía mucho tiempo de sobra. Y en realidad, debía comprar el regalo de camino a la casa de su hermana. Según lo que le había comentado su padre—luego de haberlo retado—su hermana había estado muy interesada en un libro de cocina.

Guiado por el gps llegó a una librería en una calle bien concurrida, bajó de su auto casi corriendo y entró por la puerta de cristal y madera haciendo sonar de esa manera a la campanilla que colgaba del techo. Caminó a pasos agigantados hasta llegar al mostrador, donde una chica sonriente lo recibió.

—¿En qué puedo ayudarle?

Carlos ni siquiera tuvo que tomarse un segundo para contestar con el nombre del libro y de la autora, cuyo apellido apenas podía pronunciar. Y en cuanto la señorita fue al depósito a buscarlo, el pelinegro respiró profundamente. Relajado lo suficiente como para apoyarse en el mostrador y mirar a los detalles del local. No había gran cosa, estanterías, libros, carteles y entre todos ellos una cabellera enrulada. Fueron segundos enteros en los que no pudo apartar la vista. Frunció el entrecejo, buscando algo que cortara su curiosidad. Pero lo que encontró, en cambio, cortó su respiración.

Ojos marrones, pestañas largas y un brillo que solo ella podía tener. Sin su permiso, su mano derecha empezó a temblar, el oxígeno cada vez era más difícil de conseguir y su cabeza estaba más clara que nunca a pesar de estar viviendo una tormenta. Por primera vez en un tiempo estaba seguro, que incluso si no la conocía, moriría para que lo mirara un segundo.

—Disculpe señor, ¿no va a contestar?—perplejo por lo que su cuerpo estaba manifestando fue sorprendido por la voz de la empleada que lo veía que con las cejas levantadas y una sonrisa, tardó un segundo en darse cuenta de que su celular estaba sonando. Mientras buscaba su celular en su bolsillo le pidió a la chica que por favor envolviera el libro para regalo. Y sin poder evitarlo volvió su mirada a la chica de los rulos.

—Carlos, ¿dónde estás?—La voz de su padre se escuchó por el teléfono.

—En camino, papá.

—Ya están todos aquí, haz rápido.

La chica terminó de envolver el libro y Carlos extendió el dinero, despidiéndose con un movimiento de mano.

—Ya estoy por llegar, papá—se estaba poniendo nervioso y cuando llegó a estar lo suficientemente cerca de la puerta destino una última mirada hacia la chica con la diferencia que esta vez los ojos le devolvieron la dirección, mirándolo con cierto destello de asombro. Su corazón se detuvo y retomó sus movimientos ferozmente mientras escuchaba a su padre nombrándolo múltiples veces. En ese instante, se consumieron el uno al otro.

—¡Carlos!

Como si su corazón estuviera por estallar salió rápidamente de la tienda conteniendo su deseo de mirar atrás.

—Ya terminé, en un momento estaré ahí papá.

Carlos se aferró al volante con fuerza, le costaba tragar y estaba manejando en automático. Se preguntaba si ella también había sentido la conexión, si le había afectado tanto a ella como a él.

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Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: sometimes race weekends can be so tiring that words escape you, but that has never been a problem for your doting boyfriend

Based on this request

You walk down the paddock path, utterly exhausted after a long day at the track. Your eyelids feel like lead weights and you can barely put one foot in front of the other. Charles has his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, practically carrying your limp body as you lean into him for support.

“Tired, mon petit chou?” Charles asks softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You just let out a little grunt in response, too drained to even form words.

As you round the corner, Logan Sargeant spots the two of you and rushes over with a big grin. “Hey guys! How’s it going?”

Charles gives him a polite smile. “Hello, mate. We’re doing well, just a bit tired after such a busy day.”

Logan turns to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N? Are you okay? You look kind of … mad or something.”

You blink slowly at him, your brain taking its time to process his words. Mad? Why would you be mad? You just shake your head minutely, rubbing your cheek against Charles’ shoulder.

“Oh no, she’s not angry,” Charles explains with a little chuckle. “This is just how she gets when she’s really tired. She goes all quiet and doesn’t speak. Her body language is the only way to read her moods then.”

“Yeah, and right now she’s giving off major sleepy kitten vibes,” Oscar’s voice chimes in as he joins the little group with Lando beside him. “Lando gets the exact same way when he’s exhausted. He turns into a limp noodle that I have to carry around.”

Lando huffs indignantly. “Hey! I do not!”

“Yes you do,” Oscar laughs. “Remember that time in Monza last year? You were falling asleep on your feet after the race.”

Lando rolls his eyes but a fond smile tugs at his lips. “Okay fine, maybe I do. But only sometimes!”

You let their playful banter wash over you, your heavy eyelids sliding shut as you nestle further into Charles’ embrace. You feel so safe and comforted in his arms, his solid warmth enveloping you.

“Alright, I think it’s time we got you back to the hotel for some rest,” Charles murmurs, pressing another kiss to your hair. “Say goodnight to the boys.”

You manage a tiny wave at Logan, Oscar, and Lando before allowing Charles to steer you down the paddock towards the exit. His hand runs up and down your back soothingly.

“Goodnight you two! Get some sleep!” Oscar calls after you.

Once you reach the car, Charles helps you into the passenger seat, buckling you in gently before jogging around to the driver’s side. You’re asleep before he even starts the engine, finally giving in to the exhaustion weighing you down.

The sound of a car door opening rouses you from your slumber sometime later. You slowly blink your eyes open, taking in your surroundings. Charles’ hand is tenderly stroking your cheek.

“Mon amour, we’re at the hotel. Let’s get you up to our room, hmm?”

You nod drowsily, allowing him to unbuckle you and help you out of the car. He pulls you into his side, one arm securely around your waist as you walk unsteadily towards the hotel entrance. Grateful doesn’t even begin to cover what you feel for this man by your side.

Once in the elevator, Charles shifts to face you fully, those warm green eyes shining with nothing but pure adoration. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“You did so well today. I’m so proud of you for working so hard. Let’s get you nice and warm in bed now.”

You give him a tired little smile, nuzzling your face against his chest. He chuckles softly, squeezing you tighter.

Eventually you make it to the hotel room, Charles guiding you straight to the plush king bed. He helps you out of your clothes until you’re down to your underwear, then pulls back the covers for you to slip between the soft sheets. A happy sigh slips from your lips when your head hits the pillow. Charles presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Sleep well, mon cœur. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” he whispers, laying down beside you.

You immediately curl into his side, draping an arm over his stomach as you burrow your face into the crook of his neck. His arms wrap around you, making you feel so small yet so incredibly cherished. With Charles holding you snugly against his chest, you drift off into a deep, peaceful slumber.

When consciousness returns, the first thing that registers is the solid warmth of Charles’ body pressed against yours. His leg is hooked over yours, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath your cheek. There’s a pleasant ache to your limbs, the satisfying kind that comes from a good rest after a long day. You shift slightly, causing Charles to stir awake.

“Bonjour, ma belle,” he murmurs, his sexy morning voice making butterflies flutter in your stomach. You tilt your head up to meet his sleepy but adoring gaze, suddenly drowning in those green pools. God, he’s so beautiful.

“Good morning,” you whisper back, rubbing your nose against his.

Charles breaks into a dazzling grin, capturing your lips in a soft, slow kiss that steals your breath away. When he pulls back, he cups your cheek tenderly.

“Did you sleep well? Feeling more rested now?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, smiling lazily. “Sleeping in your arms is the best.”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling. “I couldn’t agree more. I love holding you close like this.”

Your heart swells three sizes as he gazes at you with such naked affection. This man loves you so fiercely, so completely. You can see it in his every look, his every touch. He treasures you in a way you never thought possible. Feeling brave, you let the words sitting heavily on your tongue finally slip out.

“Je t’aime, Charles … mon amour.”

His smile turns blinding, happier than you’ve ever seen it. “I love you too, with all my heart,” he breathes, pulling you in for another lingering kiss.

You melt into the embrace, pouring every ounce of love and gratitude you feel for this incredible man into the kiss. Nothing has ever felt so right, so perfect than being here in his arms. As Charles strokes your cheek and deepens the kiss, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’ll always feel safe, cherished, and deeply loved by this extraordinary man.

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Hello! I hope this is the correct way to request..., can you write a lewis story for prompt 28? It can be something like, reader is a new wag and there is some online hate, and lewis comforts them. It's completely fine if you don't wanna do this story, Thank you!! 💞

DON'T LET THEM SAY THAT. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL | Lewis Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton x Actress!Reader

SUMMARY: Lewis and you decided to make your relationship public in Maranello before 2025 Formula 1 season starts. However, love from fans isn't there as you expected ↳ REQUESTED: Part of VEE'S F1 PROMPTS LIST (VOL. I)! Feel free to request anything you want <3 Hope you liked it anon! 💖

WORD COUNT: 2043

WARNINGS: Age gap (reader is on her early 20s and Lewis is 40), fans acting like crazy, hate towards Y/N

VEE'S NOTES: I received this prompt on the inbox today and I don't know how I wrote, corrected, translated and corrected once again it today. Also, first ever Ferrari!Lewis fic I'm so emotional right now. Not really happy with the result since like Y/N in this fic, I have many intrusive thoughts about my writing and I didn't have the best of the weekends, but hope you enjoy it anyways! Remember that I appreciate your comments, feedback, as well as reblogs, thank you so much! :)

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The whirlwind of emotions you’ve experienced since your relationship with Lewis Hamilton became public has been unimaginable... and that’s putting it lightly.  

Although you were somewhat used to the spotlight thanks to your rising career as an actress, flashes from cameras, crowds shouting for you to turn around so they could get a picture, and the occasional fan asking for a photo or autograph, the world of Formula 1 was completely new to you.  

You couldn’t deny that you were unhappy with how drastically your life had changed. The man who had just joined Scuderia Ferrari had become everything you had ever imagined in a partner. kind, undeniably caring, and, most importantly, empathetic enough to understand how overwhelming this sudden rise in fame was for you.  

Lewis had noticed how down you’d been ever since he decided to post those photos of you both in Maranello. You had both agreed to go together so he could test one of those legendary red cars for the first time, fully aware that people would inevitably start talking. That day, you decided to make your relationship public after keeping it a secret for about six months, agreeing that it was best to do so before the 2025 season began.  

Despite it all, despite how much you had started closing yourself off in the following weeks, Lewis remained by your side, making you feel like the most important person in the world. But it was becoming increasingly difficult for him, especially when all you did was act like everything was fine on the outside while you were slowly destroying yourself inside.  

The nightmare began with small comments on the photo Lewis had uploaded to Instagram, just you, posing timidly in front of the Ferrari while he held you around the waist, smiling like never before. At first, the comments didn’t seem like a big deal, with people just wanting to know more about your relationship or if it was serious. But soon, the messages started pouring in, insults and threats far worse than you had ever imagined, many of them coming from underage girls. Eventually, you had to disable comments on every single one of your photos, no matter how old they were.

However, what truly became a living nightmare for you were the Twitter threads and, especially, the accounts dedicated exclusively to Formula 1 wags. They were relentless, tearing you apart, analyzing your every move as if dating one of the 20 drivers on the grid was equivalent to committing first-degree murder.

“She’s just looking for fame now that her acting career is taking off.”

“She doesn’t deserve someone like Lewis.”

“She’s too young for him.”

“And let’s not even talk about how ugly she is… have you seen her?”

You sighed, throwing your phone onto the couch with such force that it ended up crashing onto the floor. But you didn’t even bother to check if it was broken. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t read any more comments, wouldn’t even open your Instagram account, yet you couldn’t resist. After all, you were human, and the weight of it all was becoming too much to bear, even more than you were willing to admit to Lewis, to whom you hadn’t fully opened up yet.

The hotel room in Tokyo, where you and Lewis had decided to stay for one of your last vacations before the season began, fell into complete silence. The only sound that filled the space was your muffled sobs.

“And who even is she? Nobody knows her.”

“Lewis deserves someone better, that’s for sure.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away.

You couldn’t understand it. It felt so unfair... Why were you being treated this way just for loving someone? Why did people throw venomous words at you without even knowing you, without even trying to? Did being a fan of Lewis automatically mean they had to hate you?

You tried to relax, to break free from the spiral of thoughts that only led you to overthink, but it was impossible. Once your mind started down that path, the only thing it knew how to do was tear you apart from the inside.

As you tried to steady your breathing and quickly wiped away your tears, a knock echoed at the door.

You pulled yourself together as fast as you could, forcing a smile while glancing at your reflection in the mirror. You swore to yourself that you’d do everything possible to pretend that everything was fine, that you were fine.

But the moment you opened the door and saw Lewis, drenched in sweat from his gym session and pulling out his earbuds, you immediately turned around and rushed into the nearest room, the bathroom, locking yourself inside to keep him from seeing you like this.

“Come on, Y/N...”

Lewis knew you too well by now. No matter how hard you tried to convince him otherwise, he could see right through you, he knew you were struggling, and struggling pretty badly.

He didn’t do anything at first. He didn’t know what to do. He was afraid that whatever he said or did might only make things worse, might make you shut down even more. Instead, he rested his forehead against the closed door, feeling defeated, thinking of ways to make you feel worthy enough to stop torturing yourself over what strangers were saying online, people who knew nothing about your relationship and even less about you.

Eventually, you decided to come out. Lewis saw you, completely defeated, and he cursed himself for letting things get to this point. What had he done wrong to make you feel this way? God, you were just a girl in your early twenties who had recently made the leap to Hollywood stardom after moving to Los Angeles at sixteen, waiting tables in a run-down bar, and facing countless failed auditions until you finally landed the role that changed everything.

“Hey, love,” Lewis spoke as gently as possible, his eyes scanning your red-rimmed ones and your tangled hair. “What’s wrong?”

He knew exactly what was wrong, but he wanted you to be the one to speak, to let it all out.

You took a deep breath and pointed at your phone, still lying on the floor. A nervous knot tightened in your stomach, and your hands began to fidget anxiously. As if on cue, tears started streaming down your face once more.

“I just… I don’t understand why they have to be like this. What did I do to deserve this? Am I not good enough? Not pretty enough for you?”

Lewis sighed. He had known from the beginning that not everyone would accept your relationship, but the amount of hate you were facing was beyond excessive. He was exhausted by the senseless comments and social media accounts created solely to spew hate at you. And even more, he was tired of becoming tabloid fodder, followed everywhere by paparazzi eager to capture any moment they could.

Seeing you like this hurt him in ways he couldn’t even describe, and it made him feel miserable.

“Hey, Y/N… look at me.”

Despite speaking to you firmly and holding your hand, gently rubbing your skin with his thumb to calm you down, you didn’t respond. Lewis then cupped your chin delicately, forcing you to look at him.

“I know I’ve told you this a thousand times, and I also know that with how stubborn you are, you probably won’t listen to me, but don’t let what they say about you bother you,” he wanted to say, but all he really cared about was you. “What matters is that I love you, okay?”

“But... why does it have to affect me? Why did I used to not care about anything, and now I care so much about the opinion of strangers?” you asked, hesitantly, biting your lip in an attempt to relax.

Lewis moved even closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. He hated seeing you like this, especially when before all of this started, you were a light in his life, and it was him who used to lean on you when race weekends got overwhelming.

“Because you’re human, babe,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding you tighter. “Even though we sometimes say the opposite, we all care about what others think of us, especially when all they want to do is bring us down.”

“But... what if they’re right? What if I’m not what you deserve?”

“Do I need to remind you again that they’re wrong?” Lewis said, pulling you slightly away so your gazes met. “You need to remember how much you mean to me, but more than that, you need to remember who you are and all that you’re worth. That’s all that matters.”

You didn’t say anything else. Instead, you buried your face in his chest, once again crying quietly to avoid him seeing you like this.

“I’m ugly, Lew. Really ugly,” you confessed without lifting your head. “I don’t even know how you love me, or how you agreed to be with me after all those months we spent talking and hanging out as friends, or…”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t let them say that. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful, and you’ve always been, alright? Anyone who says otherwise needs to get their eyes checked.”

You laughed, and Lewis felt that as a small victory.

You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. For the first time in a long while, you pushed aside the intrusive thoughts, the destructive comments you saw daily on social media, and allowed yourself the luxury of, for just a moment, trying to stop torturing yourself and accepting that there were things you couldn’t change.

Lewis’s words, while brief and somewhat familiar to you, brought a peace you hadn’t felt in days. You did your best to let the tension in your shoulders melt away, slowly separating from him and moving your arms bit by bit.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Lew,” you whispered, once again wrapping your arms around his waist, wishing you could never let go of him.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Lewis chuckled, planting kisses on your forehead. “I’m never going to leave you, and I hope you’ll never leave me either.”

Neither of you said anything more. Your bodies remained close, exchanging shy kisses, making promises that everything would get better as you both talked about the changes you’d face in 2025. That was enough for you both to know things were going to be okay.

You both understood that the big, risky changes you were taking, especially your relationship, were going to be difficult, just like what was happening with you and the wave of hate you were receiving. But once you stopped giving it too much importance, or rather, no importance at all, no one would stop you as the newest couple in Formula 1.

“Hey, listen to me, please... I’ve been thinking about something.”

Lewis’s words caught your attention as you were starting to drift off to sleep in bed. You straightened up, your hand still intertwined with his.

“How about we take a walk, and you can get to know the city a bit?” he suggested. “You know… we could go eat out, hit up an arcade, or maybe…”

“Can you get me a stuffed animal from one of those weird claw machines?!” you interrupted him, excited, which made Lewis burst out laughing.

“Of course, I can get you a stuffed animal, or buy you all the ones you want.”

You smiled, and as Lewis went to the bathroom for a shower, you began to prepare for the day. That moment was exactly when you realized you needed to trust yourself more and, specially, just as Lewis valued you. Because if there was one thing you’d learned from him in the short time you’d been together, it was that, no matter what you did, you’d always be the envy of others, so you just needed to remind yourself that you didn’t need to feel worse for living the life you’d always dreamed of and, moreover, you worked hard to have.

Challenge de Escritura

02. Dias libres

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Naeve, quien era la imagen social de la pareja, era quien más ocupada se encontraba. Reuniones para almuerzos, meriendas y cenas con todo tipo de clases sociales, reuniones para organizar esas reuniones y un sin fin de horas contestando cartas—claro que podría pedirle a alguien más que responda por ella, sin embargo había algo en especial en escribirlas por sí misma que simplemente sin importar el cansancio que tuviera, tomaría la responsabilidad—. 

Kylo, en cambio, pasaba las mañanas preparando estrategias políticas y económicas, y en las tardes practicaba con su espada. Claro que también tenía sus días llenos de asuntos por resolver, ni hablar de las semanas de expedición o guerra que lo dejaban agotado sin importar cuanto durmiera. 

Por eso, un día libre en la vida de la pareja real era una coincidencia que les aceleraba el corazón. 

Kylo como era costumbre se había despertado a los primeros rayos del Sol, estaba somnoliento y un calor rodeaba su pecho, el cuerpo de Naeve que plácidamente dormía con sus mechones desordenados y una expresión de calma. La amaba tanto que quería besarla, apretarla más y desearle buenos días; sin embargo Naeve era un ser que amaba dormir en las mañanas, y Kylo jamás se atrevería a interrumpirlo incluso si supiera que Naeve tiene responsabilidades a cumplir. 

Hoy era su día libre, el día que Kylo tanto había ansiado desde su último día libre. Nadie tomaría el tiempo con Naeve, solo él. En este dia, seria Kylo y Naeve, tomando té, comiendo masitas y charlando sobre los lugares que podrían conocer en unas vacaciones más largas. 

No había prisa por despertarla, el tiempo de ese dia, era solo de ellos. 

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username12 lmao she doesn't know how to write a caption

username13 seb pls teach your wife to write captions we want to know about her garden

username14 who is ur favourite wag and why is it mrs vettel?

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username15 the garden looks so good girlie

username16 i want her to sell produce at a farmers market so i can buy it

username17 omg and if seb gets bees they can sell honey

mrsvettelsgarden caption: brought seb to the garden and he took some lovely pictures

username18 omg her attempts at a caption is so cute

username19 mrs vettel let me teach you instagram

Okay requests are open! I can't promise I will make them 'cause I didnt write this year (I love and hate uni) But I kinda want to do it sooo

open to: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, and franco x lando (as a shipp) (I CANNOT STAND THAT THERE ARE NOT FICS OF THEM)