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vivalarevolution · 13 days

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮 𝓖𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓽

Request: „Lady Margot is sent to Giedi Prime to seduce Feyd Rautha, yet na-Baron doesn't give in to temptation, showing how much he loves his wife and how far his obsession with her truly goes.‟

A/N: Request from @hskskdk , the request itself was slightly rephrased by myself but the context remained the same. Nevertheless, I hope you will all like it and you'll enjoy reading it.

Please remember that english is not my native language and mistakes might happen.

Work contains smut , minors do not interact.

The Bene Gesserit was a female order constituting one of the most important pillars of the Empire. They were devious , cold and remarkably exalted. They struck fear as much as they did awe.

Yet in the eyes of young na-Baron, they were nothing more than witches manipulating the weak minds of even weaker men.

But that changed. She changed it.

She was one of them. She was just as manipulative, just as devious. Yet one look from her was enough to make Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen bend to her will.

She became his wife, his lover, his goddess. He was willing to kill for her, to cause suffering to those who were against her.

When lady Margot Fenring tried to break him the same way , make him hers , she failed. Because she wasn't her. She never could've been.

And with her failure came the raw rage of her sister.

-First you enter my house uninvited and then you have the audacity to try seduce my husband when my eyes are not focused on him- she said in a cold and harsh tone , looking at the older woman.

-I am not obliged to explain my actions to you Y/n - she replied, looking directly into the eyes of her younger sister -Because you know that the actions of our order have a greater purpose.

-And yet here you are - na-Baroness remarked.

-I'm here because you failed my dear sister - Lady Fenring said , her face still remained stoned and unmoved- In the place of the male heir there are three daughters. To have one child like that is a mistake but to have three is an insult.

Feyd Rautha's wife looked at her with composure , but her blood was boiling like wildfire , ready to burn everything in its path.

-Bene Gesserit needed me to give birth to a son. But my husband wanted daughters - Y/n proclaimed , walking slowly towards the blonde-haired woman - I gave them to him and I plan to give him as many daughters as he wants because it is my husband who has control over me. Only him.

-Even if this is what you allow yourself to believe , don't you think that eventually the need for a male offspring will occur? - she asked her - Feyd Rautha is still a man , a man who is the heir of the Harkonnen House. His love for you will fade away.

-His love for me is dangerous - Y/n declared - But it is not dangerous for me. It is dangerous for others - she whispered , standing in front of her sister - He is ready to kill for me , he is ready to destroy everything my heart desire - she confessed, looking into her blue eyes - He has already done it…and he will do it again, all it takes is a mere word from my lips. His love will not fade away…it will only grow.

-Are you threatening me? - asked Lady Fenring , looking closely into the eyes of the na-Baroness.

-I warning you - she answered, measuring her with a disdainful look - I suggest you go to your chambers dear sister. Do not continue to tempt the creatures in the shadows who are watching you.

Her words were not commanding, but their hidden meaning made the woman walk away, leaving Y/n Harkonnen with her husband, who had been watching her in the darkness since the beginning of the conversation, following her like a hunter follows his prey.

-Do you wish me to kill her , my darling? - he asked , approaching her slowly , watching her intensely.

-You cannot - she replied , closing her eyes when his large palms rested on her body.

-She disrespected you , she insulted your children and tried to seduce your husband - he whispered , kissing her neck -You have every right to kill her. I will do it for you , just say the word my beloved- he said , capturing her face so she would leveled gazes with him.

She looked at the male for a long time , having a silent discussion with him, but no matter how much she tried to deny it ,her decision was made long ago , even before her husband had spoken.

-I want the life to escape from her eyes - she demanded - But I want her to wait, I want her mind to be filled with nothing but the awareness that she won't live to see the next morning - she said, sliding her hand along na-Baron's torso - And I want her to hear exactly how great your love for me is and what she can never have - she whispered sensually into his mouth - I want you to make love to me - she announced quietly, kissing his pale, full lips.

Feyd pulled her into his arms. His possessive grip left marks on her that she never wanted to get rid of.

He took her to their chambers. His hungry mouth could not refrain from tasting her soft flesh , marking it with blue marks. The woman in response tilted her head , exposing her neck , so that his teeth and tongue could have fuller access to her. He attacked the exposed patch of her skin almost immediately, relishing in the taste of his beloved , trapped in his embrace.

His wife allowed herself to close her eyes , giving herself over to the arms of pleasure. His kisses made everything inside her cease to exist , only raw hunger remained.

When the man moved away from her body , and her back met the cool satin sheets , her gaze rested on him , and her brow furrowed.

She wanted him close , she needed him close.

Grabbing his neck with her hand, she pulled him towards her , bringing their lips together again. Their tongues moved in a passionate dance , as their teeth rubbed against each other , and saliva lazily ran down their jaws.

His hands destroyed the clothes between them , as his teeth marked each new piece of her skin with his teeth . Her legs wrapped around his waist , feeling his thick, veiny shaft rubbing against her wet and trembling womanhood , and as he entered her , assaulting her insides , she drove her long nails into him ,scratching them across his pale back , leaving an angry red trail behind.

Feyd bit down hard on her neck , savoring her sweet blood. In response , she grabbed his hand, bringing it closer to her throat , needing to feel more of the pain which mixed so deliciously with pleasure. And the man immediately knew what the woman wanted from him.

He squeezed the skin of her neck , restraining the access of air to her lungs , smiling sinisterly as he felt her body tighten , and her climax approaching drastically fast. Her eyes rolled back , and the image before her became blurry as her body was flooded with rough pleasure , that only her husband could give. Moaning loudly ,she felt his hot cum fill her , running lazily down her thighs , staining them black.

Na-Baron kissed the red , soft lips of his lover , tasting her with extraordinary tenderness as well as possessiveness.

-My knives are yours. My life is yours. My love is yours. My blood, my body, my riches, all these belong to you - he vowed to her ear , kissing its lobe - You have bewitched my body and soul and there is no one who can take me away from you.

The woman smiled gently , stroking his jaw with her fingertips.

-I believe you my husband - she stated , looking deeply into his blue eyes.

-Rest now my wife- he muttered at the hollow of her neck where he placed a single kiss - Rest because when you wake up I will make sure that you leave the chambers with another daughter under your heart.

She obediently followed his command , allowing sleep to envelop her exhausted body. And when she finally awoke , she was met with the sight of her husband.

He was covered in blood , kneeling in front of her lying figure , holding in his hands the head of Lady Margot Fenring.

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Heyyy would you please do prompt 2 and (or) 9 with din? <3

Twisted Vows (Din Djarin x reader)

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Prompt: head or shoulder massages, lover’s sick habit ie being too stubborn to let someone else help

A/N: Thanks for the ask lovely!!! DIN SICK FIC!! Please, this tin can is so stubborn, I bet he’s a real hard headed dummy when he is sick. But, ofc we love our Din <3

Warnings: Allusions to sex, Din taking off the helmet, the creed being a real bitch to real life things like sickness, vomiting.

Word count: 1.6 k

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Your eyes sparkled as you looked at the fruits before you, smiling at the shopkeeper. Your Din loved fruits but he never asked for them, he never asked for anything. Before he met you, he would often go days without eating, hopping around from planet to planet in a wild nomadic frenzy. Things only got worse when Grogu made his appearance, Din ate sparingly and gave most of his food to his baby. You loved cooking food, and you loved it when you had someone to feed.

When you appeared, you gave Din the chance to love food again, to slowly grow into the shell he hunched in after becoming a Mandalorian. He always had shown you his grumpy exterior but you clearly knew about his soft interior. You’d only see his soft side whenever he would take care of his son and more recently, when he would take care of you.

Once you were happy with your groceries you made your slow walk back to your hut, picking some flowers along the way for your flower vase. You opened the ramp to the Crest and were about to slip your shoes off and placed them beside Din’s chunky boots when a peculiar sight caught your eyes.

Your partner’s helmet somehow had grown a pair of green arms and was waddling towards your direction, a spoon in one green claw. You smiled down at your little green monster, wondering where Din might be if his helmet was walking around the house.

Your answer came almost immediately when you heard loud footsteps followed by a gruff “COVER YOUR EYES!”

You squeezed your eyes shut and heard Grogu giggling as he ran away from his dad.

“Hey Din! Catch!” you unfurled your scarf and threw it blindly.

“You can open your eyes now.” you opened one eye to see the big burly man in lounge clothes with your scarf around his face.

You set your groceries aside and scooped up the thieving babbling toddler, pulling Din’s helmet off to reveal Grogu’s cute face, a loud sigh coming from the man before you .

“Baby, what did we say about taking your Papa’s helmet?” you gently chastise, kissing his forehead gently as Din stomped towards you, stretching his arms out for his helmet. As Din got closer, you realised something was wrong. He was breathing weirdly, not his usual controlled breathing and his back was hunched slightly. He turned and gagged into his elbow, followed by a weak cough.

“Oh Din, are you okay?” you worriedly questioned, stretching your free arm out to feel his exposed neck but Din stepped back.

You narrowed your eyes at him and Din’s eyes widened under the scarf.

You whispered “do the thing” into Grogu’s ear and he immediately raised his hand, causing Din to lurch forward and collide with you.

“Not fair.” Din mumbled in defeat as you touched his neck.

“Din, you’re running a fever, that's it, back to bed or I’m hiding your helmet.” you say sternly.

“Fine, can I have my helmet back first?” he mumbled under the scarf and you nodded, shutting your eyes again as he removed the scarf from his face, dropping it onto his son’s face.

You opened your eyes as soon as you heard the hiss of his helmet and Grogu squealing under the scarf. You tutted angrily at the both of them as Din hung his head.

“Stop having beef with your own child, tin can.” you scolded the overgrown child in front of you, pulling the scarf off Grogu’s head. “Go to your room, I’ll come back with some stuff for you.”

You stared into his visor as you kissed the top of Grogu’s head again. The Mandalorian sauntered off, not before mumbling something under his breath. You smiled as you caught the last bit of his sentence.

“I’m the one who is sick but he gets all the kisses.”

You shook your head and bent down to place Grogu in his bassinet before taking your groceries to the tiny kitchen.

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Din tried to lay back and forget how his body was hurting all over. He groaned as he clutched his tummy, quickly slipping his helmet on before running out of his room. You watch worriedly as Din dashes past you and makes a beeline to the refresher.

You hear him emptying the contents of his stomach and your heart ached at the small whimper that accompanied the retching when there was nothing left for him to throw up.

“Din, sweetheart?” you called as you stood outside the refresher. “You have your helmet on?”

A small grunt of confirmation makes you throw the door open and you drop to your knees beside the Mandalorian who was now curled against the metal wall. Behind all of his pain, Din’s heart swelled with your respect towards his creed. He wanted to tell you what plagued his head and heart but all he could do was gag.

“Oh Din, maybe I should just leave, I-i don’t know what to do, I can’t help you if you don’t have your helmet off.” you say, your eyes brimming with tears.

“I don’t know what to do either.” he whispered.

You laid down on the cold floor and curled up, facing Din, taking his hand in yours, an idea sparking in your mind.

“Shall I suggest something really stupid then?” you say as Din’s mind calmed slightly at your touch.

He grunted and you took a deep breath.

“Marry me.” you whisper and through the fog of pure sickness, Din Djarin stares at you as if you were the craziest woman in the galaxy.

“What?”

“You heard me. Marry me, then I can take care of you.” you say, placing a hand on his helmet, where his cheek would be.

“You’re crazy.”

“And you’re sick.”

“Fuck.” Din had so much to argue about marrying him.

He definitely was not a match for you, no matter how much his heart yearned for you, no matter how badly he wanted all of you to be his.

“Din, I swear on my name and the names of the Ancestors, that I should walk the way of our love and the words that my heart sings shall be forever forged between us.” you say clearly, twisting the words of the creed that Din had used before dipping himself in the Living Waters. “You better agree before you throw up in that helmet, Djarin.”

Din slowly sits up and takes your hands, placing it under his helmet and letting you push it off to reveal his face. You stared in shock, not realising that he would be this pretty, despite being sick as a dog.

“Heya, husband.” you whisper as you run a finger down his nose, watching as his eyes flutter close.

Din swallows and blinks, focusing on your face. Your fingers trace his lips, the ones you’ve had on you before in frantic times when you and Din’s desperations tipped over and the both of you lost control.

“Your husband is gonna throw up all over you if you don’t move.” he croaked out and you shifted as Din bent over the bowl and retched.

You rubbed the small of his back and whispered softly to him as he coaxed his stomach to relax. It took you a while to get the dizzy Din to get up from the refresher floor and lead him to his room. You pushed him down and handed him a pill that would calm his tummy, before slowly feeding him fruit that you had cut up for him.

Din could not express anything he was feeling, and he just accepted your unrequited love that you shoved at him. His eyes were downcasted after a while and you realised that he might not be used to someone seeing his face this long.

“Just yell for me if you need anything.” you said before standing to get up, but Din yanked you down despite being the weakest you’ve ever seen him.

“C-could you stay a while?” he whispered, his thumb gently tracing your wrist.

You smiled and pushed his curls away from his forehead, making his eyes flutter close.

“Of course.” you assured with a smile.

Din twitched awkwardly and you eyed him, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Is something hurting?”

“Nah.” he croaked out after a long pause.

“You can’t lie to me, I’m your-”

“Wife, yea got it.” he huffed and scowled, making you giggle. “My head and neck are a little uncomfortable.”

You nod knowingly.

“Can you turn over?” you ask and Din hesitated before shaking his head.

You thought his stomach was still making him uncomfortable but in reality, Din just wanted to look at your face.

You sat on the bed and crossed your legs, laying his head onto your legs. He looked up at you with big eyes, and you skimmed your knuckles across his warm skin.

You begin with his temples slowly kneading them with your fingers until a soft sigh escapes his lips.

“A little h-higher?”

“Of course, love.”

Din loved it when you called him that. He was your love, your only love, maybe second to Grogu, but he was yours. That reminded him…

“When I get better, I’ll tell you the proper vows.” he whispered, and you blink down at him before realising what he was talking about.

“Oh-”

“Yea, we’re definitely breaking the creed here, but I don’t care. I-i’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time…” he said before taking a deep breath.

“Shh, I know.” you whispered, placing a finger on his lips.

Din couldn’t help but smile. Despite knowing that you knew, he wanted to hear himself say it.

“I love you, my riduur.” he says as his eyes became heavier by the way you were gently pushing all of his pain away.

“I love you too, Din Djarin.” you whispered as he drifted off to sleep, placing a lingering kiss onto his forehead and smiling down at him.

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jarofstyles · 8 months

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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes 4- Preparations and Secret Keepers

Helloo my loves! They’re back. Lady Y/N and Princerry have returned and they’re ✨ in love✨ obviously. I hope you enjoy a bit more of them!

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Warnings- a smidgen of exhibitionism if you squint

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The ballroom was beautiful.

Y/N had nearly felt tears in her eyes when she first saw it. Swirls of saturated color all around. Flowers in opulent garlands wrapping around the marble columns and up to the ceilings. The lights twinkled from them as they hung down from the dark vines that curtained the ceiling, looking like stars in the sky.

The tables were lined with expensive cloth, a deep red with a lace runner going through the middle. Fine dishware was neatly stacked, the golden designs etched and foiled on them shining in the lights. Bouquets were the centerpieces, red ribbon tied around the vases in delicate bows. There were no expenses spared for this. His and her initial was painted on the dance floor with the royal family crest, gold foiling making it sparkle. Staff scurried about to put on finishing touches on the scene while Y/N and the Queen did a last check up.

What had her truly gasping for breath were the specific flowers that she had shown Harry in their walk decorating the royal table, the bouquet specially made for her at her spot clear next to him. The first time she would be at a royal event… as a future royal. Her hands were a bit sweaty as she followed the Queen dutifully, listening to her comments as she made small adjustments for the headmistress to go over with staff.

Y/N admired his gracious she was. Saying please and thank you to staff was not something most nobility did, but she did. She wanted to be just like her. Friendly and kind. Not a feared woman- unless she was crossed. Respected. That was her goal, above all else.

As soon as they had a moment alone, she turned to her. “How are you truly doing, my dear?” Her soft hand landed on Y/N’s forearm, true compassion on her face. She could see her bristling nerves grating on her even though most couldn’t. “You are good at hiding your emotions. The reason I can see it is because I was in your shoes once.” She soothed. “Having good control of when you show them is important. But you’ve proven yourself thus far.” Her kind smile made Y/N relax a little bit.

“Thank you.” She replied. “I am… I’m good. I think it is a bit overwhelming but I remind myself this is the first one. I will get used to it. It’s to celebrate our love and union, too, so I should not be worried.” Y/N refused to let jealous and bitter women ruin the beautiful thing that Harry and her had created. Had been thrust into; his arms welcoming her like a warm bath. The Queen nodded at her statement, the pair walking slowly as they observed the royal table. “He remembered.” Her whisper was caught by the Queen, watching her fingers brush one of the flowers with a smile.

“He is a good man. I am happy with how he’s grown.” The Queen loved her son dearly. She wasn’t fond of the way most royals before her had reared their children, handing them off to nanny’s and other staff dedicated to the job. She wanted to be hands on. To raise him to be a good man, to make changes she had already started to implement. He would not be arrogant and rude. That was a fear, knowing the power could get to his head as it did to many, but she did it herself. She was spoiled with ladies maids who would tend to him at night as a wee babe, but she did everything else. The bond between parent and child was gravely important. “Though I will say… the change I’ve seen in him since he has met you has made me ecstatic.”

Y/N turned to her with curious eyes. “How so, may ask?” She was treading lightly, still wanting to be respectful but dying to know. Any bit of information about him from a reliable source made her giddy. Filing it away in her favorite folder in her memories, she wanted to soak it all in.

“He seemed more… excited about ruling. He learns with vigor. Speaks up. He wants to know the intricacies more and more. Before… he was unmotivated in some ways.” There was a pause as she exhaled. “I suppose that was partially our fault. We wanted him to remain as carefree as he could, to form his own personality without it being directly tied to a title. He learned a lot during his childhood but he had been seemingly nervous as he grew. Now he seems far more settled in it.” It was most definitely because of Y/N. “Having a reliable, trustworthy and level headed ruling partner is one of the most important and undervalued assets a King can have. They do say, "What is a King without his Queen.” She gave a slight smile as Y/N followed her words closely.

“You have those qualities, from what I can tell. Keeping a level head and still being able to defend yourself and the person you love is a beautiful thing to have as a ruler. It isn’t easy. People will disagree simply because you spoke, you rule. I can understand why, to a degree. Taking into account the stress of being a King, I think that you will be able to elevate him. I believe him the same as you. The King may seem to be the one who holds all the power… but know that it isn’t true. I’ve helped come to all of the most important decisions in our kingdom’s history. It isn’t a job to take lightly.” The Queen could see it on her face, how she was agreeing but still spooked. This wasn’t necessarily a test, but it was a reality she needed to face. She couldn’t just play royal. It was a job.

“That is why I was so worried about who Harry would end up with. Many women.. they think that being a Queen is being lavished with diamonds and pearls, being fed delicacies by hand and never lifting a finger. They think it’s the custom dresses and crowns, the balls and the galas, the travels. But it is so much more than that.” She squeezed her hand, giving her another smile. “I was terrified that my son would follow a man’s intuition and just go for whoever appealed to his physical senses without taking a woman’s brain and intentions into account. He was incredibly lucky to stumble across you.”

It was abundantly clear that Y/N loved her son- and if not fully there yet, close to it. She never indulged when she was at the palace, was polite, thanked workers and never threw fits. The girl was respectable, well read and could hold a conversation. It was more than a lot of the other women on the court could say when they were vying for Harry’s hand in marriage.

“Do you truly think I’ll make a good Queen?” Y/N asked quietly, looking her in the eye despite wanting to look at her skirts. This was an intimidating conversation but she needed to hear it. None of it was enough to make her leave. It was a lot more than she had ever expected to take on as a wife- if she had ever married at all- but Harry’s tender heart and gentle touch was well worth the challenges. She hopes.

“I do. I think you’ll be one of the best we have seen. Continue to be fearless, to speak your mind to your husband, to be honest and open with him, rule with a fair hand and you will do amazing. The council will try to intimidate you. Do not let them.” The word of warning was clear. Y/N’s tummy turned at the serious tone. “They will try and sway you. The reason for it, as you know, is to have the people given more of a say. But do not let individual agendas influence your decisions. Make them as your heart and mind see fit. Harry will be behind you.”

That, she didn’t doubt. The man had been continuously proving his devotion to her every single day. She had read in her books; the romance novels that had her flustered and fanning herself at times, about love and men. About how she could be treated. Harry far exceeded any expectation.

“I understand. I will do my best, and I will trust my husband. I know he and I have had some conversations about it. I don’t know if he told you of some of the other encounters I’ve had with some of the women, but I already know the way people will treat me. How they will manipulate and how I will need to be careful. But as long as I have Harry, I have my family? I am strong.”

“You will be wonderful.” The Queen replied. “You are wise beyond your years. I’ve heard whispers of what people have been saying, what they’ve been doing. I am not one to abuse power but if you wish to have anyone removed from this party? That is your right.” She wouldn’t want anything to ruin this. It was a step in the new direction of the kingdom, her first real taste. She needed it to be good for her.

“Thank you, my Queen. I will.” Y/N nodded, looking back towards the bouquet. For him? She would do anything. For herself? She would prove that she wasn’t someone to stand on.

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Harry watched as she walked down the hall, alone at last. She was stunning, his intended. So beautiful and strong, her head held high as she walked the corridor as if she knew where she was going. She didn’t. All she knew was that Harry had requested her in the library.

“Hello.”

“My goodness!” Y/N yelped, hand over her heart as it raced like a hummingbird inside of her chest. “Harry! You musn't scare me like that.” She still walked towards him, entering the library as she tried to shake off her bout of fright.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Harry peeked down the hall to see it empty, closing the door behind them. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Approaching her, his hands reached for her waist to pull her into his embrace. Smooth. Always so smooth and warm to the touch, making his fingers flex into the dress. Her corset hid the squish of her flesh, something he was dying to feel under his hands, but he thanked the world that she let him handle her this way. The light blue of the dress did wonders to compliment her eyes, ruffled at the bottom in a way he usually dislike- but again, his sweet Y/N had a knack for making him enjoy things he rarely did in the past. She made any dress she wore look like gold. It was impossible for her to dull her glow, a beacon of light that his eyes always wanted to follow.

“That is a lie, my prince.” She laughed under her breath. His grin made sure to tell her he enjoyed making her jump. “Luckily for you, you’re handsome and far too charming to hold a grudge, so I forgive you for it.” Her head tilted back, taking in his content features. Alone. Truly alone with one another in the Palace’s library. It was quite big, shelves upon shelves of books in every color imaginable. A top floor with a balcony overlooking the rest, dark wooden ladders to reach the tall shelves at the bottom, a large reading area in front of the fireplace and a padded bench in front of the window to make for a nook to hide away in. The large arched window let in beams of light, streaking across the room and illuminating the front of it effortlessly.

“I fear that I’ll spend every free moment here.” She returned her gaze to him after looking around. It wasn’t her first time in here, but she was still amazed at the quantity of books in one room. The palace was much larger than she had ever anticipated. “I don’t think I could read every book in here, even if I read every moment in my lifetime. You’ll have to read with me.”

Y/N had expressed a want for that. To find a book to read before bed, just for them. A tradition.

“Of course. I’ll read with you every night if it’s possible.” He released her waist, taking hold of her hand and letting her lead him into the darker aisles of the library. It was relatively quiet in the room, the sound of their steps clicking over the wood floors being the loudest thing they could hear. “What are you looking to read?” His question was soft spoken, aware of how little space there was in these aisles. They were meant for one person to explore, but he truly didn’t mind. Being close to Y/N was a blessing.

“I’m partial to romance. I love all books- I love learning about my flowers and history, I love fairy tales… but I particularly enjoy romance. Happy endings, mostly. All of them, though…they can be quite eye opening. You’d never guess it. People love to diminish the literature because men do not usually enjoy them- at least publicly. Some of the most breathtaking quotes I’ve ever heard of were in such books.” She ran her fingers along the spines of the cloth bound books, grazing the embossed titles. “You learn a lot about people in them. How betrayal can affect a soul, how love can heal. Above all else, loving is a choice. An action.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, unsure of what she meant. “I don’t think I had a choice. I think.. my heart was yours the moment I laid my eyes on you. I’ve never questioned it.”

“There’s different types of loving. Having your heart belong to someone… It is a different sort of love. A soul deep love. But to be in love actively, you choose it. You choose to show the person your feelings, to express them. You do the acts of love by stroking my hand, by choosing the flowers for our table.” A coy look was shot his way. “It won’t always be easy. You’ll have to choose love above all else, even if it’s harder than another solution.” She turned to him, placing a hand on the side of his neck, the dim light doing nothing to hide his beauty.

“I feel the same. I feel as though you plucked my heart out of my chest like harp strings and held it in your hands. There wasn’t much of a choice in that. But the act of loving? It is a choice. Being loved and in love are two different things. We just happen to have both.” And god, did she love him already. It was soul deep, like she said.

“I see…” he rolled his lips in for a moment before pouting ever so slightly. “I can understand that. I haven’t thought of that before but… I suppose it’s because I haven’t read as many romance novels as you. Or, perhaps you’re just a smarter being than me.” He had to chuckle because sometimes he believed it to be true. Y/N’s thoughts were vast, complex, something he wanted to dissect over time. He loved hearing what she thought about policies so far, what she thought of their system. Even just her thoughts on books and flowers. She thought about things he never would have imagined- and it’s part of why he loved her. The creature challenged him in ways no one else ever would, kept him on his toes all while providing a comfort in her presence many would die to have.

“No. You’re just as smart, but in a different way. It’s refreshing. We both have qualities the other needs. It’s one of my favorite parts about us.” She slightly scolded him for that. No self deprivation on her watch.

“Yeah? What are your other favorite parts?” He murmured, feeling the tightness of the space but not wanting to back up. Instead, he got closer. “For example… I love your brain. I love how you speak, how your lips curl around words. I love how I feel like I was submerged in the warmest bath with all of the sweet smelling oils when I’m around you.” His fingers rose to brush her cheek. “But… I hate that I am not able to touch you how I wish.” Speaking of love always got to him. His reminder of how much adoration festered in his heart, how much impatience he had towards expressing it to her in a physical way.

Y/N’s mouth dried as she felt the man close in on her. If her heart was beating fast before? It was ready to fly out of her chest now. Breathing quickening as she leaned into his touch, she found her words on the tip of her tongue, hands settling on his forearms. Against her better judgment, she allowed herself to speak. “How do you wish to touch me?”

The voice was much softer than she would have hoped, showing how she was weak kneed just from this simple touch. Back against the shelf, she peered at him through her lashes, anticipating the next words out of his berry hued mouth. Oh, how she wanted that mouth.

“I wish to touch you without these corsets. I want to feel your skin underneath my fingertips, the softness of your flesh dipping as I hold you.” He paused, inhaling shakily. “ I want to bury my fingers in your hair and tug your head back so I can kiss you. God, I want to kiss you so, so badly. It aches in my soul. I crave nothing more than your affections. You know that?” He looked pained as he leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. This was a dangerous situation, both of them in a state that they didn’t know how to handle. There were lines they could not cross, things he could not say, but he was feeling them all.

“You do?” She peeped, eyes round at his blunt words. He had expressed some of these things in a letter before but… hearing in person was a whole other experience. The low rasp of his voice as he kept it down, keeping their secrets between their ears and the pages of the books.

“I do. Words can not express how much I look forward to our wedding day.” When they would become man and wife, when he could take her the way they both wanted. “When I never have to worry, I can kiss you freely, in front of whoever I wish. I hate that there are barriers for us. I understand tradition, I respect it… but I can’t help but wish to break it.” He wouldn’t, but he had to hold his breath as he felt her nose brush against his own. The walls of rigid rules were so irritating for him, he wanted to make them crumble to rubble on the ground.

“I know. I crave it just as much, Harry.” She replied shakily, breath felt against his lips. “I want your touch on every part. But we have to respect the traditions. Don’t we?” She asked, feeling as though she could fall over as she felt their lips brush for a single second before his own rested over her cheek.

“We do.” He mumbled against the smooth skin. “But… I can kiss here.” His lips puckered ever so slightly on her cheek, dangerously close to her mouth. “I can kiss here… and it’s not breaking any rules. My ring is on your finger… I tend to claim you in the ways the world allows, to follow those rules.. but you are mine.” He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to arch into him. A little gasp left her as she felt a firmer kiss placed to her cheek again, letting their lips feather together before he placed one to the opposite side. “My bride. My queen. My heart. I will never be as proud of anything… as I am to have been chosen by you.”

Y/N let out a whimper, pulling him close and returning the gesture. Dangerously close kisses, right in the same places. Temptation. She should have pulled away, but she couldn’t. Her body pulsed, a heartbeat felt between her legs as he let out a quiet groan.

“My sweet…” he rasped. “My self control is so little. It’s merely hanging by a fraying thread. I respect you more than to take you in a library aisle…” he paused. “At least before we are married.” The thought flooded her brain, her skirts lifted up and his firm palm holding her mouth to keep her quiet. Taking her deep and slow against the shelves, filling her to the brim. Her leg hitched over his waist while fingers clawed at him- he didn’t know how he was able to wait.

“Harry…” she gasped, feeling his lips press to her jaw. “You’re making it so hard for me to behave. I need to be…” she lost her train of thought as her eyes closed, head falling back against the wood. His kisses were feather light, brushing over her jaw and making her fingers dig into his arms. If she was in this much pleasure just from this? What would it be like without all of the barriers? Would his fingers make her tingle as much on bare flesh? Would his kiss her all over?

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled against her skin. “I’m sorry…” teeth grazed her ear, making her whine. “I’m sorry, my sweet. I will stop.” He had to drag himself away from her body, tempted to nibble on her smooth neck and leave marks all over. He couldn’t. But he wanted to.

Y/N wanted to gasp at his looks. His dark gaze, eyes glinting in a darkness she had never seen before. Lust. True lust, his cheeks flushed and lips slightly swollen. It would look like they did more than look for books if they were caught, but Y/N committed it to memory. She wanted this very look painted in a portrait. Her Prince’s desire for her. Nothing had ever felt more real. “My beautiful prince…” she sighed, hands prying away from his arms to hold his hands. “We must leave or we will get carried away. You’ll never forgive yourself.” She knew that much. Harry was very proud of doing this properly. Of keeping himself a gentleman.

“I know.” his fingers squeezed over hers, taking his own deep breath as he calmed himself. “I’ll behave. It is hard, having the affections of a woman as stunning as you and not be able to indulge… But I must.” Even if it pained him. He would do this properly, honor her and make her his wife before he devoured her in the way he craved.

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rindouheart · 1 year

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hello I do not know if your requests are open if not do not hesitate to skip. if so could you write something about Noa bringing his wife and child to Blue Lock (but no one knows he's married or a father) until Noa introduces them or they come to see him play please. (And i really like what you write for blue lock it's awesome)

“WAIT, ARE THEM…?” | noel noa

content. fluffy + quite short oof / female pronouns used

author’s note. hi love, sorry for being this late! this last month was a bit hard for me because I had like,, 9 tests or so?? it literally drained all my energy and inspiration. I hope you like this short scenario btw <3

*italics writing means they’re talking in french

the boys’ locker room has never been so lively: everyone is pumped up from the recent win against fc barcha.

“where’s noel noa? wasn’t he talking with isagi like, five minutes ago?” asks kurona, looking around.

“he just got out of the locker room, i honestly don’t know where he can be” answers isagi, while picking up his sports bag “however, we can look for him”.

the boys quickly get changed and go out, looking for their new coach.

after a couple of minutes, yukimiya stops the group and whispers “wait, i can hear some people talking, one of the voices is very similar to noa’s”

“they’re talking in french, i would say” says kurona, hiding from the scene.

“how’s it going with the team? are the young players promising?” asks a feminine voice.

“good, they’re making progress quickly. sometimes i can see they argue or making some strategy mistakes, but a controlled rivalry is nice to grow” answers the other.

“that’s noel noa’s voice!” confirms isagi “i used to watch his interviews in french months ago, his voice sound exactly like that”

“do you speak french?” asks raichi.

“absolutely no”

“shh, i can see noa from here…” mumbles yukki, still hiding behind a door. “he’s with a woman around his age i guess, and… wait, is that a child?”

a choir of “what?”, “huh?” and “how?” floats in the air.

some of them must have been too loud, because noa notices the voices behind him. “i think there’s someone there” he says, in french.

then, he turns around and speak: “come out”.

isagi, followed by yukki, kurona and the rest of the group, comes out.

“were you spying me or something?” noa asks them.

“not really” answers kurona, keeping a polite tone. isagi is quick to complete the sentence “we wanted to ask you to review the match with us, but then we stopped here because we heard you talking in french”

“oh, well, i understand” noa crosses his arms “however, i always keep my private life private, but now i guess i have to tell you about my wife and my son”

the boys just stare at the woman and the kid near her.

“hi, i am noa’s wife, y/n, and he is our son, clément” the woman smiles “sorry for my japanese, i know it isn’t perfect yet”

“blue lock!” noa’s son runs towards the boys, excited to see the new teammates of his father.

“clément wants to be like you one day, playing in blue lock and become one of the greatest strikers in history”

“play!” cheers clément, and then asks his father “can they play with me for a bit? i want to show off my skills”

“guys, would you like to play with my son for a bit? he wants to show you his skills” he translates what his child has just said.

“sure!” smiles isagi “he will become on of the best for sure, having a father like you is a privilege, noa”

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coppoladelrey · 1 year

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Nectar of The Gods

A/N: I was kinda inspired by the goddess herself, Lana Del Rey. It’s not required to listen to the song Nectar of The Gods, but if you want to you can.

Summary: Your parents want power, what could be better than marrying you to the future King?

Aemond Targeryen x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Angst, smut, slight Dom!Aemond, death, let me know if there’s anything else that I missed.

Tag List: @aemonds-war-crime

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He was obnoxious, he was the first-born son of the King and you hated him with all of your heart. Your House was one of the richest of all of Westeros, so marriage proposals were coming left and right. But your parents are ambitious, they have money but now they want power. Since you are the only daughter, you are simply a political pawn being sold off to the highest bidder.

And who’s higher than the next in line to the throne, according to the greens? You were living in the Red Keep for years, and you were best friends with Haleana. There was a Prince that you were fond of already, Aemond. He was the man that you wanted to marry, he was the man of your dreams.

Aemond loves you and you love him, with all your heart. Ever since you were children you dreamed of marriage, his mother promised that the two of you would be together but no formal betrothal was initiated. But that didn't matter, he was yours and you were his. The worst day of your life was when Aemond lost his eye, you even yelled at the King for his callousness. That evening was the first time the two of you kissed, when you got older Aemond didn't take your maidenhood, you remember the day vividly.

“I want you, Aemond. Please, take me.” He was trying to control himself so much, having you in his bed begging for him was more than he could handle.

“Only on your wedding night, my love. I shall claim you as my wife, lover. The same as I have done to your heart and soul.” His hair was down, with no eye patch sapphire glimmering against the moonlight.

“I can’t wait.” The two of you slept peacefully after that, dreaming of your wedding day.

Aegon lusted after you, but he never acted on it due to the fact that he would face his brother’s wrath. You couldn’t stand being in the same room as him, he mistreated Haleana so much, but thankfully she left Kings Landing to marry a Lannister. She often sent letters, saying how happy she was, and how much her children were growing. Aegon remained unwed, the same as Aemond.

One day your parents sent a raven, saying that were coming to Kings Landing and organising your wedding to the Prince. You couldn’t be happier, you quickly ran towards Aemond’s chambers, you didn't even need to look where you were going, your feet knew where to take you.

“My love, my father wrote to me.” Aemond has never seen you so excited to receive any news from your family, you resented them so much.

“Pray tell what your detestable father has shared to put you in such high spirits?” Aemond kissed you tenderly, the only person that he truly loves flaws and all.

“They are coming to put our wedding in motion.” You jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist. You couldn’t be happier, you were finally going to become Aemond’s.

“That makes me happy.” Aemond whispered to you, he was a bit worried about your parents coming he didn't have a good feeling about it.

But Aemond could never crush your happiness with his worries, so he held you close and prayed to the gods that your parents would marry the two of you. You belonged together, it didn't matter if your father thought otherwise, you will be his forever.

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Your parents’ carriage was coming, you were next to Aemond as usual. The Queen was unusually quiet, which worried Aemond. Aegon was nowhere to be found, and that’s when Aemond knew what was happening. When he looked at you, he saw the pure happiness on your face and he couldn’t tell you. He never wanted to crush your hopes, you should have that happiness for a few more moments.

Your father and mother left the carriage, and you ran towards them. You always knew that your parents didn't like you as much as your brothers, but now all the comments, all the belittling, the name-calling, it was all worth it, you were going to marry Aemond, the love of your life.

“Father, this is the happiest occasion.” You hugged him, you didn't hug your father often but you were happy that you were finally going to become Aemond’s.

“It is satisfactory that you are grateful for your betrothal, Prince Aegon.” You stopped hugging your father immediately.

“Not Aegon father, Aemond.” You wanted to believe that your father made a mistake, an innocent mistake.

“No, you shall be Queen.” He harshly said, you couldn’t believe what he was saying.

You looked at Aemond he was just as sad as you were, but he could hide it much better than you. Turning around and fleeing to your chambers whilst your parents called for you, it was cruel so incredibly cruel. They knew how much you loved Aemond and yet, they were going to make you marry Aegon. You started to sob uncontrollably, you had no idea how long you cried, but eventually, you fell asleep.

Aemond opened the door of your chambers, he looked at your face and hurt him deeply. Your face was puffy from how much you cried. Not even in your sleep, you looked peaceful. Aemond lay beside you and removed some hair from your face. The act made you stir awake, you saw his face and you couldn’t help but start crying again while hugging him, afraid that if you let go of him, he would disappear.

“I shall not do it.” You exclaimed, voice muffled by his neck. “We must run from Kings Landing, we must go to Essos and be happy.” It was the best thing for the two of you, get married in Essos and damned the consequences.

“You have a duty, you must marry Aegon.” His words were like venom in his mouth, he couldn’t handle this.

“Aemond, how can you utter those words? He will claim me as his, in the same way, that you promised me years ago.” You knew that Aemond was always about putting duty first, but you didn't think that it would be applied to you.

“I shall never let that happen, you will be mine in every sense of the word.” And with those words, he left you all alone, crying for the love of your life to rescue you but he was dutiful and loyal. He would never go against his own blood, not even for the woman he loves.

The days before the wedding were absolute torture, Aemond refused to see you. He put Ser Criston at his door so you couldn’t enter, he also locked the secret pathway to his chambers. You were utterly alone, the Queen had too much to do, organising the festivities and making sure that Aegon didn't produce any more bastards, your parents yelled at you every time you mentioned Aemond, so you stopped talking to them altogether. Heleana came to Kings Landing, with her husband and four children, all under the age of 6.

“I cannot do this, Haleana.” It was the night before your wedding, Heleana was a comforting presence but you needed Aemond.

“The true dragon shall claim its rightful treasure.” You never understood when she spoke in such a cryptic manner, so you simply laid your head on her lap and fell asleep. Dreaming that Aemond would steal you away and take you to Essos and make you his wife.

When you woke up Haleana was nowhere to be found, and the servants were already preparing your bath and the dress your mother picked for you, it was gorgeous but your wedding should be with Aemond and only him.

The servants were making sure you were looking your best, you wanted to yell at them to leave you alone, but you simply swallowed everything. Once they were ready, you simply wanted to be alone.

“Leave me, please.” The servants bowed and left you, taking a look in the mirror, you looked incredible but your face was of pure sadness.

You wanted Aemond to come in and grab you, put you on Vhagar and take you to Essos. But you knew that he would never do that, so you had to bear the fate of marrying his brother on your own.

Your father opened the door, he looked so proud of you. Never seeing that from your father, it made you smile.

“You look incredible daughter, the gods blessed you indeed.” You wanted to be angry at your father for doing this to you, but instead you decided to play the role of the dutiful daughter.

“Thank you, father.” He guided you to the wedding ceremony, the whole place looked so grand.

Every Lord and Lady of the realm were here, even the ones that supported Rhaenyra. That’s when you understood, having your father’s support meant that Rhaenyra’s allies would be few in between, maybe only the Velaryons would support her claim. That made you realise the severity of the situation, why Aemond told you that you had to marry Aegon.

If you’ve done this, there would be no war. People wouldn’t die needlessly, the realm would be torn apart due to the matters of your heart. The price to pay for peace was a life of misery, Queen Alicent has done it, you could do it as well.

Walking towards Aegon you saw him, the love of your life, Aemond. He looked so handsome, he wasn’t looking at you but seeing Aemond gave you the strength to keep going, to remember your duty. Your love for Aemond would never diminish throughout the years, yours was a love story that poets would write about.

Finally you looked at Aegon, he was surprisingly sober. He had a sinister grin on his face, and you didn't like it. The ceremony went without an incident, and you said your vows whilst looking at Aemond. He would never tell you but that was something that he would treasure for the rest of his days.

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When the ceremony was over, King Viserys went to retire in his chambers. On his leave, all the Lords went to your and Aegon’s direction and pleaded loyalty to the true heir of the Seven Kingdoms.

You were shocked, the same Lords that swore to Rhaenyra were now pledging allegiance to Aegon, you were looking at Aemond, he knew that this would happen. Your house provides food to all of the Seven Kingdoms when they are in need, and now that you were Queen, no one would ever go against your father, winter was coming and crops were scarce.

“Just by marrying you, I became King.” Aegon was too close for comfort but you decided not to say anything. “You shall be glad to know that Aemond arranged that no bedding ceremony should take place.” Aegon gestures towards Aemond, you looked at him. You couldn’t see his eye. He simply bowed to you, and kept looking forward.

“I am forever grateful, Prince Aemond.” You talked endlessly about how you detested the idea of the bedding ceremony, and Aemond promised you that when you’re married, there would be no such thing because he wouldn’t bear to see anyone looking at you.

“It was my pleasure, Princess.” The title made you feel sad, you were a Princess but you weren’t Aemond’s.

The festivities took much longer than necessary due the fact that every single Lord came to swear allegiance to Aegon, it was overwhelming seeing so many Lords, and knowing that they know you and expect a compliment or simply a smile from their future Queen, you.

The more Lords came, the more Aegon drank it was disconcerting but you said nothing, it would be much easier if he wasn’t able to perform his duties. You saw Heleana dancing with her husband, the future Lord of the Westerlands. He only had eyes for her, and she looked so happy. Seeing your best friend so happy made you so happy as well, Heleana deserves the world.

Aegon was pretty drunk you could tell, but somehow he was able to walk in a straight line. He grabbed your hand and guided you to his chambers, you didn't have the resolve to look at Aemond, it would be too painful. The Lords were bowing to the two of you on your way out, no lewd comments or cheers, just respect. You saw Haleana, you stopped to hug her.

“Do not fret, the true dragon shall claim its treasure.” Her tone was one for reassurance but it did not ease your nerves.

The two of you were finally alone, in his chambers. Trying to concentrate on anything else, you started to remove your jewellery whilst Aegon was drinking wine as if it was the last thing he would do. After removing them you started to remove everything that was holding your hair together, Aegon didn't spare you a glance, but when he saw your hair down, he approached you.

“I’ve never seen you in such an intimate manner.” He referred to your hair, which was true, Aegon has never seen your hair without an intricate hairdo that your servants would do.

Before you could respond, Aegon started to look around the room. He looked incredibly drunk, but you’ve never seen him in such a state. You got up from your chair and went closer to him.

“Aegon, are you alright?” He fainted, but when he fell, he fell on top of you. He was heavier than he looked, you were struggling to get him off of you.

But after some time you were finally able to get off the floor, you let Aegon where he was, you'd never be able to drag him to the bed. You finished brushing your hair, you decided to finally remove your dress. As you were about to start on the lace, you heard a voice.

“Don’t.” You quickly turned around and you saw Aemond, you didn't know what to do afraid that he was a figure of your imagination.

“What are you doing here?” You simply whispered, worried that the guards outside would be able to hear you.

Aemond took two decisive steps and was quickly close to you, your breathing increased, desire was the only thing in your mind.

“I made a promise to you when we were younger, and I am a man of my word.” His voice was different, it held the same love but with something different, authority you concluded.

“What promise?” His eye was on your lips, you were overwhelmed by the many thoughts running through your head.

His hand went to your neck, he squeezed just enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Did you really let yourself to believe that I’d let my brother claim what is mine?” He whispered in your ear, his voice was rougher, sexier and you loved every second of it. “I shall be the one to claim your virtue, I shall be the one to give you children.” Aemond turned you around and you heard him pulling out his dagger, he masterfully ripped off your dress, without hurting you.

“Aemond…” You didn't know what to say, your voice was filled with desire you wanted him so badly.

You were fully exposed to him now, that never happened before. Aemond was adamant to keep your body to be explored only on your wedding night. Here you were, on your wedding night but you were not married to Aemond, your husband was passed out on the floor. Your eyes averted to Aegon, and Aemond growled at you.

“Do not look at him, you are mine.” With Aemond kissed you with a hunger that you’ve never seen before, his hand went to your hair melting you into the kiss. “I shall claim what is mine.” Aemond manhandled you and dropped you on the bed, you’ve never seen him this way and you like it.

Aemond started to remove his own clothing, and you had to bite your lip. His muscles were very well defined from the years of training, he wasn’t big, but he’s strong, lean and muscular. After Aemond removed his shirt, he hooked his arms on your legs and pulled you closer.

“What are you doing, Aemond?” He never told you anything about sex, Aemond always said that he would teach you in this moment.

“Tasting the nectar of the gods, my love.” You felt his tongue on your pussy, making you moan. He was acting as if he was starving, his movements were quick and precise. “You are so wet and we barely even started, my Princess.” You could see his sapphire glowing on the moon light, his smirk made you feel even hotter.

His movements on your clit were quick and precise, the fire on your belly was getting stronger and stronger. Your hands went to Aemond’s hair, trying to decide if you should remove him or beg him to keep going.

“Gods, Aemond. Something is happening.” Your breathing was erratic, but Aemond never stopped, he hummed and the vibrations were delicious on your clit.

“I want to see you falling apart.” He whispered, his eye was watching you intently, how many nights Aemond thought of seeing you in such a desperate state.

“Aemond.” You were whispering his name as a prayer, afraid that if you stopped he would disappear.

Aemond could see that you were holding back, and he did not like that at all. He suddenly slapped your clit, making you scream. It was wasn’t hard, but rather the surprise.

“Let go for me, love.” As if your body was waiting for his instructions, you came hard. Your first orgasm was Aemond’s. He was feasting on your juices, he looked as a madman slurping your juices the scene was incredibly erotic. “I shall claim your virgin cunt, Princess.” Your eyes widened at Aemond’s language, he refused to use foul language in front of you.

Aemond removed his trousers, and you finally see him naked for the first time. His cock was long and thick, you saw the veins and the angry and red tip. There was no way that was going to fit, worry was written across your features and Aemond smirked.

“I’ll make it fit, Princess.” He could read my mind, you thought. You were too stunned to say anything, so you simply allowed Aemond to claim you like he was always supposed to.

He positioned his cock in front of your pussy, goosebumps were going all over your body. Aemond grabbed both of your hands and put them on top of your head, making you whine. He did not like that, he held both of your hands with one of his, and the other he slapped you, it wasn’t hard but enough to make you stop.

“I decide when you can touch me, I decide when you cum, your pleasure belongs to me, do you understand?” You nodded, never seeing this side of Aemond but it was exciting and so erotic. “I shall claim your cunt now, and I shall give you children.” Aemond whispered in your ear, there was nothing that you wanted more.

“Yes, my Prince.” That made Aemond growl, he loved hearing you say that especially in this context.

His cock was at your entrance, he was in awe of your pussy. Aemond started entering you, which made you wince in pain. He slapped you one more time, and again not hard.

“I need you to relax, Princess.” Aemond stopped and started to kiss you. The kiss was slow and full of passion and love, there was the Aemond that you were more used to. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you liked that fact.

Aemond started moving again, but you did your best to relax.

“You are so heavenly tight, Princess.” Aemond was able to put his whole cock inside you, he never thought that it would feel this good. He gave you time to get used to the feeling.

He was caressing your face, Aemond was looking at you with so much love. You wanted to touch him so badly but he didn't allow you to. He started to move slowly, and you moaned, it felt amazing.

“Your cunt is absolutlely incredible, Princess.” You could tell that Aemond was trying so hard to control himself, but you didn't want him to.

You put your legs around his narrow waist, that allowed him to go even deeper inside you, making you scream. Aemond saw your boobs bouncing at the rythym that he was fucking you, it was a sight. His mouth came in contact with one of your nipples, Aemond started going harder wanting you to fall apart one more time, he grazed his teeth on your nipple and made you clench around him and he definitely noticed.

“You enjoy some pain, Princess.” Aemond put his free hand on your neck, and slowly started to choke you. It felt so good, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. With his hand on your neck, his mouth back on your nipple and his cock deep inside you, you were going to cum again.

“Aemond.” You whispered, he knew what you meant.

“I know, you are close I can feel it. I want to feel you cumming around my cock, so I can put my seed inside you. So everyone at court can see how gorgeous you will look with my son inside you.” His words and his relentless pace made you cum a second time that evening. “That’s it, I can feel it.” Aemond was placing kisses all over your breasts, you were so lost in pleasure that you didn't noticed.

Even though you were sensitive Aemond didn't stop chasing his own orgasm. His pace was brutal, you were screaming. The line between pleasure and pain were blurred, you didn't exactly know which one you were feeling. Aemond was moaning and groaning on top of you, it was a sight, his hair was messy, his eye was closed, his mouth was slightly opened.

“Are you ready to become a mother?” Aemond whispered, something about having sons with Aemond instead of Aegon was so hot.

Aemond stopped his movements and you could the his seed spilling inside you, warm and thick ropes of his cum. He crashed on top of you, and you were finally able to your arms around him. You could stay like this forever, his weight on top of you was of little concern, you were his and he was yours. Soon after sleep overtook you, Aemond removed his cock and saw both of your juices and a small amount of blood mixed together in his cock.

Aemond kissed the top of your head and he left Aegon’s chambers.

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You woke up but Aemond was nowhere to be found, that made you incredibly sad after having him claim you, his warmth was something that you desired deeply. You looked at your breasts and you saw the hickeys and love marks that Aemond gave you the night before, heat came to your cheeks thinking about it. You looked and you saw Aegon, he was the same way you left him last night, that made you uneasy.

You went to chack on him when you did it made your blood run cold, he was dead. You quickly put on a dress and opened the door.

“Fetch me the Maester and Queen Alicent, now.” The guard left quick, and got the Maester and the Queen.

After the Maester confirmed that Aegon was in fact dead, you hugged the Queen she just lost her first born son. But she seemed determined, and she looked at you.

“Was the marriage consummated?” She wasn’t angry at you, but she needed to know the truth.

“Aegon and I did not consummated our marriage.” Which was the truth, Aegon never touched you.

“Good, all the Lords and Ladies are still here. You shall be married to Aemond within a fortnight.” Which that, Alicent and Maester left you. The silent sisters took his body away, you had no idea what to think. You were happy to be able to be with Aemond but did Aegon deserved to die?

You left Aegon’s chambers and went to yours, being there was morbid you concluded. You needed Aemond but he was probably busy, now it meant that he would become King and by default, you would be his Queen. You were happy that Queen Alicent believed in you, maybe the consequences of not being a maiden anymore would be not marrying Aemond.

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Five days has passed and you haven’t seen Aemond yet, you were starting to get worried. Insecurities were showing its ugly head, maybe he didn't want to marry you after all, maybe you weren’t enough to be his Queen. You were pacing around your chambers, worrying about the lack of news from Aemond.

That’s when you heard Aemond entering your chambers, you quickly went to hug him.

“He’s dead.” You simply declared.

“I know.” He whispered, Aemond was sad about losing his brother but now it meant that you would be his, completely. “I claimed you betweenourselves, the old gods and the new. But now the whole of the Seven Kingdoms shall learn that you are mine, you shall become the wife of the true dragon.” Once he said those words you remembered Heleana’s words, she was right after all.

Aemond became King and you became his Queen, Rhaenyra did not challenge this due the fact that your father was an integral part in feeding the whole of Westeros. The two of you loved each other very much, and you had many children with the Targaryen silver hair and violet eyes from his father, you ended giving Aemond ten children, your son who was born suspiciously early in the marriage, but you had five boys and five girls. All lived to see adulthood, the realm has never known peace since King Jaehaerys. Aemond was reveried with the Lords and smallfolk, you were loved by everyone else.

Everyone knew that the King only had eyes for you, and how could he not? When he had the most beautiful woman by his side?

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #prince aemond x reader #prince aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond targaryen #prince aemond #prince aemond x y/n #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic

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jacevelaryonswife · 1 year

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Tonight, I will be the fire of your desire

Gently pushing him onto the bed, you sat him down on the mattress to snuggle into his lap and whispered close to your beautiful prince’s ear: “Tonight, I will be the fire of your desire, husband."

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

a/n: This was fun to write, I hope you all like it. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes. Jace is overage.

warnings: nswf graphic content, smut, oral sex (male receiving), overestimulation. Don’t read if you’re underage please.

inspired by @missglaskin ‘s work and Venus — Shocking Blues

It is the fifteenth name day of Prince Lucerys Velaryon. As a result, the Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne Rhaenyra Targaryen has organized festivities throughout the day to present her sweet son.

Music and wine enlivened and filled the gray hall of Targaryen headquarters. It was rare to behold such joy in a castle so devoid of beauty — not that you aired your opinion for other ears — but you used the occasion to amuse yourself. You tried vehemently, however, you were unsuccessful. Your mind was solely on the figure of your husband, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, who was smiling happily around young lords and his brother, holding a glass of wine.

Worrisome.

It wasn't your wish that he was drunk at the end of the night, so, taking advantage of the opportune occasion to approach the future heir to the Iron Throne, you slipped between the other men at the table and your beloved prince.

“My lords, may I steal my lord husband for a dance?” Inquired casually — or so you wanted them to believe.

“Does your wife need to ask you out for a dance, Velaryon?” one of Jace's friends asked mockingly, earning a sizable look.

"I won't insult you in front of my wife, later, who knows." He responded in kind, taking your hand and leading the way away from the prying eyes of his companions.

The song in question was upbeat but allowed their bodies to be close. Like a good opportunist, you used proximity to put your plan into action — which wasn't very ingenious actually. “I know I already said how handsome you look today, but I didn't mention how good you look in red. It's your color. Not that the other colors don't do it any favors, but they're not like red.”

“You look beautiful today too, my love. You look beautiful every day, in every color, in every dress, at every moment.” He said happily. “You are lovely, my lady.”

“You are lovely too, my sweet husband, so I must advise you.” You leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Don't drink too much tonight, I have a surprise for you in our chambers."

His grip on your waist didn't go unnoticed. His breath caught in your intense gaze and suggestive smile, so when Jacaerys returned to the table he didn't drink a drop of wine for the rest of the night, keeping an eye on you — as you on him. You were more sexually active than he was, although the prince was a competent lover in bed.

He liked to take control, yet he loved to see you ride him uninhibited. However today you would neglect your pleasure for his. In fact, your pleasure in watching him shudder beneath your body will be more than done. That's why, when the owl sings and the eyes hide, Jace and you are already in your shared room, kissing intensely and full of desire. There's no shyness when his hands roam around your waist and squeeze with ownership, claiming you as his. He was beautiful, with full lips and soft hair. He was yours, only yours.

"Not today." You murmur into his lips as you stop him from taking off your dress.

The anticipation in his gaze encouraged your next step. Gently pushing him onto the bed, you sat him down on the mattress to snuggle into his lap and whispered close to your beautiful husband's ear: "Tonight, I will be the fire of your desire, husband."

He shuddered gently, automatically stiffening with a low throaty groan as you finished your errand.

“I will be your whore.”

You gently laid him down on the bed, leaving him without your body heat to sensually undress in front of your husband. He propped himself up on his elbows to enjoy the show. You were beautiful, the fairest of ladies, the future mother of his children and future queen of the seven kingdoms. You will be the most beautiful queen Westeros has ever seen, and you will be his alone.

Another moan fell from Jace's lips as you squeezed his established erection, thrusting yourself between his legs before pulling off his boots and pants, exposing the beautiful manhood ready for you.

“Enjoy it, my king.”

He let out a loud, deep moan as he felt your tongue circle the end of his cock and collect the typical white liquid contained there. You licked it from the tip to the bottom of the head before taking it into your wet mouth.

It's a dream for him, a fucking wet dream.

Jace stroked your hair before lying fully on the bed and reveling in your mouth and hand massaging the neglected part of his cock. You love having him at your mercy, and you do your best to satisfy your husband completely. You suck on him like crazy, needing to feel the hot cock squirm in your mouth and the sensual sounds filling the room often. He releases himself to moan more when you have him in your mouth.

When you tease him moaning around his cock it's too much, he grips your hair getting ready to come. But then, the worst thing happens in the moment.

You walked away.

Thinking you was going to ride him, Jace looks at you with heavy eyes and a slightly open mouth when he realizes that you is not.

"What happened?" he asks, breathless and horny. Please, just a little longer.

“I don't want you to come now. I want to stay like this all night, I want to feel you sweaty and worn beneath me. Do you want it, husband?”

“Yes, please, please, oh fuck.” He grunted, embarrassing himself for the curse. Oh, you felt the wetness rise in your thighs. "I'm sorry for the-"

“I like it when you use dirty words.”

You waited a few minutes before lazily masturbate him. Helping him remove the rest of his clothes, he grabbed your lips like a starving man and it took everything in you not to ride him hard and hot, your womanhood needing your husband's sword.

Pushing him away again, you returned to luxuriate between his legs. Licking the length, sucking firmly on the head, nibbling the sensitive skin and playing with his balls.

“Oh my love, please don’t stop.”

You didn't stop. Continuing to push him to the limit and park when he felt him stiffen repeatedly. He was a sweaty mess, with ragged breathing and heavy eyes below you. So beautiful. It was too much for you. Crawling onto the bed and stopping over the wet manhood, you rubbed your little mound of nerves and moaned with lust.

“Oh husband, I want you.”

With his firm hands holding your waist, you desperately straddled him. There was no slow start, just the delicious, almost violent collision of bodies. It was so wet and hot as you glided in easily and felt your core tighten. Neither of you lasted very long, coming so hard and loud that probably some Dragonstone guests could hear.

"I love you." Jace said with difficulty, eyes tightly closed and a small smile threatening to break out on his lips.

“I love you too, my king. I will give you as many children as you want.” You said satisfied, lazily moving to his side.

He filled your face with gentle kisses, murmuring something you understood to be good night. Indeed, it was a great night.

#jace velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #jace x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x you #jacaerys velaryon smut #prince jacaerys

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darkbluekies · 11 months

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Hi blue! I hope you've been feeling well! If you don't mind, would you give us a sneak peek of what you're currently working on? I'm looking forward to whatever it is 💖💕

🥀

Here are some that I've started :)

Let's hope I'll finish them

The hedwig diaries: "I want to kill"

Dear diary, I want to kill and you have to believe it's more than just selfish reasons. I don't know what else to do. I respect everyone, why can't they respect me? Why does no one think that my relationship is serious? I love Y/N more than anything else in this entire world! Am I the only one seeing that? Certainly not, right?

Someone tried to approach them today in the cafeteria. I could see in an instant that he had no good intentions. I've tried to get Y/N to ditch the grotesque cafeteria food, but they won't hear me out … I can't for the life of me understand why. I've told them that I can get my chef to make lunchboxes for us both, but they squirm when I'm trying. I think it's because of what others will think. Y/N wants to blend in and not stand out. Being with me only complicates that. They told me once that if they would start eating food from my house, they'd stand out even more — people might even think they're a gold digger, that they're using me. I know Y/N, I know they're not. Why do they have to care what others think so badly?

Deja vu [Dr Kry x female reader]

He copies the telephone number from the page into his phone. His hands are trembling. He can’t believe that he’s going to speak with you again! Dr Kry walks out into the corridor and dials. He holds the phone to his ear, swallowing.

“Hello?”

Your sweet voice is enough to cause his legs to shake. He suddenly feels like a schoolboy again. Oh, how he hates it.

“Y/N …”, he whispers out when remembering how to speak.

Silence.

“Why are you calling me?” you ask harshly. “How did you get my number?!”

“Your son came into my office and-”

“Oh my God! Don’t touch him, please! Kry, please, he’s innocent.”

Hearing you plead like that again gives him the confidence back.

“Don’t freak out now”, he says. “I’m not going to hurt him. Better yet, I’ll cure him … but I won’t let him go unless you come here. Alone. And if you tell anyone I’ll cause an … accident. You’re familiar with those, aren't you?”

“You fucking madman, Kry!”

He smiles.

“So you’ll come?” he asks excitedly. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes then. I’ll be waiting.”

In our own world [king Edmund x female reader]

"Who were you talking to?" Edmund asks without looking up from his desk. "Fuck all of these papers make me insane!"

"It was the queen, your majesty", the guard answers.

Edmund snaps his head up, his heart skipping a beat. You've finally come to him?

"What did she want?" he asks quickly.

"She just wanted to speak with you", the guard answers. "Nothing more. She said that it could wait so I sent her away. I know how you said that you didn't want to be disturbed-"

"You fucking idiot! That rule implies for everyone but her. Go get her."

"Yes, your highness."

The guard runs out of the room, sensing that he's upset king. Edmund sighs frustratedly, shaking his head.

He returns with you by hid side just a minute later. Carefully, he walks out and shuts the door behind him. Edmund smiles fondly as he sees you.

"I heard you wanted to talk to me", he says softly.

"It was nothing important", you say.

"Yes, it was. Come here."

He pats his lap. You walk over to him slowly and sit down on his thigh. Edmund smiles and wraps his arm around your waist securely.

The balance of a youngster (might change the title) [Silas x reader]

You hide the bloody, crying boy behind you.

“How fucking low are you?!” you shout, unable to control your feelings. “That’s a child for fucks sake!”

You might not be able to stand up for yourself in his Hell house, but you can’t watch them hurt a little kid.

“Lower. Your. Voice.”

Too late. They freeze with their eyes stuck on Silas coming out behind them. You look at him over your shoulder, growing cold. You’ve disturbed his work.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Silas mutters. “I’m trying to work.” He caresses your shoulder protectively. “Baby, are you alright?”

“I’m okay”, you say. “But these men are hurting this little boy.”

He stands between you and the men. You grab the little boy and turn around to walk back inside.

“Boss, that little shit tried to grab my gun and run”, one of the men sighs.

“I don’t fucking care, alright?” Silas hisses and glances towards the back door to make sure you didn’t hear. “How stupid can you be to do this outside where people can hear? Especially Y/N! How many times have I told you to watch what you’re doing?!”

“We didn’t know they were allowed to walk freely around the house”, the other man says. “Honestly. We thought they were either locked in the basement or bedroom.”

Silas sighs heavily. “Idiots.”

Scaring me [Jerry x reader]

Carefully, she lifts your fingers to her plump lips and kisses it softly.

You look at the cabbage.

"Don't think about it", Jerry tells you. "You're not going to continue. This was a stupid idea. Why did I ever think it was okay for you to use a knife? I trust you too much. Fuck sake. You hurt yourself. Get out of the kitchen."

"It's just a little cut …", you say. "I wanted to make something special for you. I had it all planned …"

She cups your cheeks between her hands.

"I know, baby", she says comfortingly. "And I'm very grateful that you wanted to do something for me, but what kind of girlfriend am I if I let you get hurt, hm? My number one priority is to protect you."

"I know, but …"

"I'll continue this. Go sit down in the living room. People like you shouldn't be allowed into kitchens."

I'm planning to make a oneshot where you escape Hedwig too, but I haven't started it yet!!<33

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere fics #yandere mafia #yandere oc x you #yandere stories #yandere teaser #yandere female #yandere doctor #yandere king #🥀 anon

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Snow Day (Carlos de Vil x Silvermist Daughter) *Christmas Special* 🎄

'Can I request a Carlos descendants holiday fic with friends to lovers/everybody knows but them tropes? But the reader is an AK, adopted daughter of Silvermist.’ Here we go!

“No! Cut it out, Elvin!” I shout as I sprint through the icy wind. “You know I don’t like the cold!”

The white-blonde boy behind me jumps up to lean off a lamppost. “What’s the matter? Too afraid to have fun?”

I give an annoyed huff and hug my cape around me tighter. “Just because you’re the son of Jack Frost doesn’t mean you have to make my life a living nightmare with your pranks! Now for the last time, leave me alone!”

In a final effort I let out a water blast that sends Elvin flying into a snowbank, then dash down the street to hide inside Miss Muffet’s Bakery.

“Oh- Sylvia! Hi! What’s going on-?!”

In my haste I almost run into a familiar face, though this is one face I am always excited to see!

“Shh!” I hold up a hand to silence Carlos. “I’m hiding!”

His eyes widen. “Oh!” He joins me behind the cookie display. “May I ask from whom?” Carlos whispers back.

“Ugh. It’s Elvin Frost. Son of Elsa and Jack Frost, and an icy pain in my side. He’s visiting from Arendelle, and has become the reason why I hate snow days.”

“Hate snow days?” Carlos laughs. “How could anyone hate snow days? I mean, look around!” He gestures to the billowing snow swirling around the window. “It’s so- so…”

“Magical?”

“Exactly!”

Ever since Carlos came to Auradon last summer, I’ve always been fond of his childlike energy. Not many kids in Auradon appreciate the little things like he does, so it goes without saying that we’d become friends. Mom’s always so busy controlling the water elements she didn’t have time to look after me, so she sent me to be adopted by Jack Beanstalk. But like Carlos, I’ve learned to enjoy other things. However, snow isn’t one of them.

“My wings can’t stand the bitter cold. If I stay outside too long, they freeze and wither away. It also doesn’t help that my water powers freeze in the winter. Water and cold do not mix well for me.”

Carlos’ face falls. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t think of that.”

I wave it off. “It’s alright.”

“It’s just that… we didn’t get snow on the Isle.”

That’s why he loves the snow. I can’t be mad at him for that. How could he have known anyway? It’s his first Christmas in Auradon, so he wouldn’t know.

“I guess if you’ve never seen it, snow can be very magical,” I attempt a cheerful smile. “I’m glad you enjoy it! You should go play outside.”

Carlos still isn’t convinced. “But it’s not as fun if you’re not there, Sylvia. Would you maybe wanna stay here for a hot chocolate?”

My spirits lift and my wings start fluttering. “That sounds wonderful! I’d love to!”

“Great! Um- maybe we could sit down instead of hiding behind the counter?”

I nod eagerly and start flying to a nearby table, too excited to remember not to use my wings indoors.

“Oh- right.” I flutter down, and my height difference shows. Since I’m the descendant of a fairy, I’ve been short my whole life.

“That never gets old,” Carlos comments with a grin.

I tilt my head in confusion. “What?”

“Your wings. I think they’re beautiful.”

His kind words send us both into blushing messes, so I try to change the subject.

"Where's Dude?"

Carlos chuckles. "He hates the cold, so he's currently sleeping in front of the fire in my dorm."

By now a waitress shows up to take our order.

“What’ll it be, hon?”

I don’t miss a beat. “A large old-fashioned hot chocolate extreme with peppermint dust, whipped cream, and marshmallows, please!”

Carlos’ jaw drops.

I roll my eyes. “It’s my favorite holiday drink, I don’t care if it gives me a heart attack.”

“It sounds fantastic! I’ll have one too!” He smiles at the waitress, who just nods and walks off.

This snow day just got so much better!

Evie’s POV

“We’ve got to get them together!” I huff as I pace the dorm room.

“But they are together,” Jay states bluntly. “Haven’t you seen them around?”

I roll my eyes. “I mean, they need to know that they love each other, right? It’s like they’re completely oblivious to it!”

Jay lazily gets up from the couch and walks over to the window. “I wouldn’t say they look too upset.”

“What?”

I dash over and peer through the frosted glass to see Carlos and Sylvia walking hand-in-hand through the snow, each holding to-go mugs.

“Oh my God. Are they on a… date?”

Jay shrugs. “Guess we don’t gotta step in after all.”

I’m still unconvinced. “No, no. It’s been going on like this for months! They look happy hanging out together, but won’t confess their feelings! Come on!” I grab Jay’s sleeve and start dragging him out the door. “I want to see this for myself!”

Sylvia’s POV

Ok, if all snow days involve drinking hot chocolate with Carlos then I want one every day!

“What’s been your favorite snow activity?” I ask Carlos, who keeps looking at the snow outside as if we’re in a real-life snow globe.

“Definitely making snowmen. Or snowball fights! Wait- have you ever ice skated?”

I let out a carefree laugh as I sip my cocoa. “Yes, it comes very naturally when I can control water.”

“What’s your favorite snow activity?”

I come to a stop in the flurrying snow, remembering how much I used to love winter as a kid.

“I… I liked making snow angels,” I whisper.

Carlos gets an unreadable expression. “Why don’t you now?”

I shake my head and gesture to the frozen ground. “I don’t like risking direct snow contact with my wings. Plus, all the snow that melts under me begins to freeze to my cape.”

The freckled VK looks distant for a second, then seems to get an idea.

“Wait a sec!” He quickly slides off his own coat and lays it on the fluffy snow. “Now you have a double cover!”

I smile sadly at his thoughtful gesture. “Carlos, that’s really sweet. But I’m not sure-”

“Come on, it’ll only be for a second!” Carlos takes my hand and pulls me closer. “We’ll head straight back indoors, I promise.”

I must admit, Carlos’ pleading eyes combined with the sparkling snow is all too taunting to pass up despite my usual refusals.

With a deep breath, I hug my cape tighter around me and turn around to gently lie down on the soft blanket of snow. The cooler surface is refreshing, flooding my mind with childhood memories. Slowly, I bring my arms out to form the angel, and when I do I feel Carlos lay down beside me.

“Are you having fun?” He asks sincerely.

“Yes,” I answer in a relaxed tone, then seem to rethink something. “Carlos… Do you like spending time with me?”

Carlos doesn’t take more than 2 seconds to respond. “Of course! You’re always so full of fun ideas, and having a water balloon fight with you is one of the best things ever!”

I nod. “Does that mean… you enjoy my company? You like… me?”

By now we’ve both realized where this conversation might be going, but thankfully Carlos doesn’t seem weirded out by it and doesn’t slide away.

“Ok, don’t water-blast me for this,” Carlos takes a deep breath. “Would you be mad if I said I did like you? Maybe… as more than a friend?”

Is this what I think it is?

“So is this a date?” I stand up and my wings start getting excited, threatening to shake loose from my cape. “Oh no- I can’t be out too long!”

Carlos sees my panicked face and stands up with me to dust the snow off my cape. Then out of nowhere, he sweeps me up bridal-style and rushes me across the grounds to the dorm building entrance. We don’t speak, there’s no need to. I trust him not to drop me. Through speaking with actions Carlos shows me just how much he cares, and it sends my spirits soaring. I don’t know if it’s the sugar in the hot chocolate or my dilated emotions, but my heart’s racing like a rabbit!

When we get inside and the warmth engulfs my wings again, Carlos gently lets me down.

“I supposed I did mean for this to be a date,” Carlos admits. “I’m sorry you got too cold.”

For some reason my stubborn eyes can’t leave his cute face. “It’s my fault, I got too excited. I just wish I could stand the cold longer so I could enjoy it with you,” I say in a sad tone.

“I’d keep you warm.” Carlos leans in closer and wraps his arms around me, firm enough to show his affection but not too tight to damage my wings.

Using what courage I can muster, I turn my head up. “I know you will.” And with that, I press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Carlos’ face goes as red as a cherry, and immediately I regret being so bold.

“I’m sorry! God, I’m so bad at this- I just messed everything up- and now you’re mad-!”

Carlos cuts me off by leaning in to kiss my lips and my eyes close on instinct. If it weren’t for my wings going into hummingbird mode, this would be a really tender moment.

When we break apart to breathe, I hear Carlos let out a surprised gasp.

“Sylvia, um… As much as I love your wings, would you mind letting me down?” He jokes.

My eyes pop open and I look down to find that my wings have lifted us up a good 5 feet in the air.

“Oh! Right. Sorry about that,” I gush as I lower us down, with Carlos still hugging me to him.

“Does this mean we can have more snow dates?” I ask in a timid voice.

Carlos grins. “That sounds fun! I think I just found my new favorite snow activity!”

I mirror his happiness with my own smile and grip his hand. “I think we’ve had enough snow for today, so how about watching a Christmas movie?”

“Perfect!”

Carlos starts leading me back to his dorm, and when we pass by Evie and Jay in the hallway I swear I hear Evie mutter “It’s about time.”

God, I love snow days!

@laylasshiftingtonight

#carlos descendants #carlos de vil x reader #descendants carlos #mal descendants #evie descendants #jay descendants #ben descendants #disney descendants #descendants #descendants x reader #carlos x reader #snow day #christmas time

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landhficrecs · 8 months

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Secret Relationship

who wants to play hangman? by tippitytap 6k (part of a series)

Mae had sent him a lot of messages asking him where the fuck he was, how could he miss this, what could possibly be more important than this, and a handful of messages containing only an emoji to get his attention. He had to scroll pretty far up to find the original cause of the mayhem in his phone, and when he finally saw it, he could not control the gasp that came out of his mouth.

“You announced a new album while we were having sex?” he screeched and turned around to look at Harry, who was still burying his head in the pillow but had a huge grin on his face.

- first, Louis finds out Harry has a new album, then he accidentally leaks some lyrics, then they play hangman on Twitter

in this world, it’s just us by satellite_freak 12k

harry is louis' older brother's best friend. harry and louis are in a secret relationship

On Thin Ice by Neondiamond 16k

As the goaltender for one of the best hockey teams in the world, Harry never expected participating in his second winter Olympics would be so eventful. His hidden long-term relationship with the captain of their biggest rival team may have something to do with it.

my gorgeous, my darling by SummonTheSun (tippitytap) 98k

“Are we going to be alright?” Harry whispered ten minutes later. “Despite my family, and all the other shit in our lives?” Louis hummed, his vocal folds vibrating against Harry’s head. “We’ll be alright, gorgeous.”

OR: Harry and Louis have been in a secret relationship for four months when Harry has to confront his inner demons and start thinking about coming out to everyone.

Such Good Luck by casuallyhl 66k

Louis smiles at Harry’s words, leaning into his touch. “Tell me again.”

Smiling, Harry takes Louis into his arms. Pressing gentle kisses to his face, Harry murmurs, “In six months’ time, I will have my twenty-fifth birthday. On that day, my portion of the inheritance will become legally mine. And I plan that very day to announce to my family that I have found love.” Harry chuckles as he runs his lips lightly along Louis’ cheekbone. “That, in fact, I found love when I was twenty-one years old, and that I have loved and been loved every day since.”

Or, an Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

Bambi by orphan_account 2k

When he came back, the boys were all settled in the couch watching what looked like Bambi. “Hey me and Harry watched this on our first date!” He announced as he plopped himself in Harry’s lap, offering the shirt which he took happily and pulled over his head.

“Why would you watch Bambi?” Zayn asked, amused.

Harry rubbed Louis’ back before explaining, “Because at first their like Why the fuck am I watching Bambi? But then they’re cuddling you and crying into your tee shirt, and you know how I cheered Lou up? I just-“

Louis smacked a hand over Harry’s mouth, “Shush, they don’t need to hear that part.”

or Louis and Harry are dating in secret and the boys come over while Louis' getting fucked

Up For It by jacaranda_bloom 18k

Each year, the five friends take a lads holiday; it’s tradition, and this year is shaping up to be a jam-packed, fun-filled trip with their best mates just like all the rest... or is it?

OR the one where Liam is Mr Organised, Zayn is too perceptive for his own good, Niall is a compulsive matchmaker, and Harry and Louis might just have the surprise to shock them all.

so keep my candle bright by whisperdlullaby 27k

louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.

@larryfic-recs @hlficlibrary @neondiamond @jacaranda-bloom @tippitytap

( Please @ the authors if you can xx )

#larryfics #hlficlibrary #larry fic #larry stylinson #ao3 fanfic #casuallyhl

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badmuni · 2 years

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sunkissed cheeks.

a domestic lovey-dovey morning with sunoo becomes a family reality show as you two take care of riki.

pairing. kim sunoo x gn¡reader | wc: 1.0k

genre. fluff

special participation. nishimura riki

When morning came, the sun was visible through your window's curtains, casting a trail of light that reflected off your lover's face.

Sunoo inevitably woke up to the hot flame on his face, opening his eyes slowly, but quickly feeling energized by the daylight. He turned to gaze at your side and grinned as if it made him the happiest boy in the world to watch you resting well. To better admire you, he moved your hair out of the way with his fingers as he trailed them across your face. His passionate glance could convey more than words, but he felt compelled to express himself better.

“I love you so much, y/n,” he murmured to himself, since you couldn't hear it.

But as the time passed, he realized it was time to get you up even though he didn't want to disrupt your sound sleep. He then came up to your body and gave you a gentle hug as he kissed your cheeks.

He whispered in your ear, “Good morning, beautiful,” and you instantly melted.

You were stretching, making a mess of the sheets, and clearly not in good shape, but he would still be sweet.

Sunoo glanced at you and said, "You are so pretty."

And he was utterly taken aback when you said, “Nobody is pretty when they wake up in the morning.”

You rolled your eyes as he replied dramatically, “No way, you are.”

Then you said, “If you think so...”, and as Sunoo leaned in for a kiss, a knock on the door broke up the moment.

“Are you guys busy? Please don't say you're busy...” a boy's voice could be heard through the door.

“You can come in, Riki,” Sunoo gave him permission, very annoyed.

The boy's expression upon entering the room could indicate something was wrong.

Sunoo and you used to hang out a lot, thus Riki always ended up staying with you. Whether you two were at home or out, Riki was always there. So it wasn't odd that the boy was at your place watching television and sleeping on your couch. For him things were perfect like that.

Riki wasn't someone you didn't trust, but the fact that he showed up in your room and stood in front of you with his hands clasped wasn't a good sign. Consequently, you were immediately suspicious of that.

“What did you do?” you and Sunoo asked in unison.

“I might have started a fire,” he admitted and you and Sunoo stood up in shock.

“No! Wait, the fire is out and everything is under control” you relaxed after hearing his explanation.

Riki followed you as you went to check your kitchen because you were still concerned about the fire. Fortunately, there were no signs of fire there, but when you turned around, Riki was staring at you with a puppy-dog expression, as if he were going to ask you something.

“Can you prepare my breakfast...?” he requested and you giggled at how adorable he was.

Sunoo made avocado toast as you chopped the strawberries. Riki seemed to be daydreaming as he watched you prepare his food. He frequently daydreamed, it was a habit of him, which piqued Sunoo's interest in whatever was going through the boy's head.

“Riki, what are you being so thoughtful about?” Sunoo enquired.

“There are times when I feel like I'm on a family reality show when I'm with you,” he said.

Riki's point of view was ambitious but he was right to assume that given the situation. You and Sunoo looked at each other, sharing the same thought, almost like you were communicating telepathically.

“And then, in this case, would you be our son?” you asked and Riki answered dramatically.

“No! No way! not in that way.” You and Sunoo laughed at him as he continued to excuse himself.

You made the decision to take a stroll along the lake near your house as soon as breakfast was finished. As you sprinted among the flowers, the blazing sun glistened on your faces.

You were jogging when Sunoo abruptly grabbed your arm and kissed your lips. It was unexpected, therefore you were taken aback, but you gave him a hug after a brief moment.

He was at ease with you and didn't want to let go any longer. You attempted to flee, but he resisted, gripping you tightly until you both fell to the ground.

When Sunoo noticed the clear sky, he said, “Woah... I enjoy this view.”

You turned to face him and remarked, “I like this view too.”

“Stop it!” He avoided making eye contact by turning your face away.

Falling in love seemed like a good idea in that summer. You continued to study Sunoo's face in an effort to permanently retain all of his features in your memory. These graphics would be really helpful if you were actually in a TV show. You would undoubtedly watch the show every Saturday just to see the boy's face.

You sat looking out at the horizon when you noticed the far away image of Riki tossing stones into the lake.

You murmured, “Perhaps he needs some attention.”

“No, he doesn't.” Sunoo said in response.

“Let's go there!” You convinced him as he always do whatever you wants anyway.

You approached Riki, drawn to his playfulness, unaware that you were risking your lives. Sunoo innocently put his hand on the water as Riki continued to toss stones when he suddenly had an evil idea. The boy was smirking at you, but you were too distracted to notice. Riki approached slowly behind your back, as if he only had nice intentions, but when you turned to face him, it was already too late.

Riki shoved you into the lake with one blow, but to his dismay, you ended up pulling Sunoo, who ended up pulling him, and in an instant, everyone was submerged and fully wet.

“Riki, you are crazy!” you said reluctantly while Sunoo dramatically pretended to cry.

“I no longer want to be on this show.” Sunoo stated.

Riki emerged from the water swiftly and simply remarked, “I'm sorry,” wearing a smile “It seems too romantic right now. I'd best go away from here, right?” and escaped.

While Sunoo and you both desired to die.

# masterlist

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #sunoo #ni-ki #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfic #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen x reader #sunoo x reader #niki x reader #myworks

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LEGEND OF ZHANG

summary: After Korra's death, the new avatar came to the world know as Zhang Kaito, born to a not so rich earthbender family. His mother Alia was a very powerful earthbender a great grand daughter of Toph herself. His father Li was a non bender, as well as his younger sister Jing.

Follow a joureny of Zhang and his friends as they climb their highest goals.

CHAPTER INDEX: PINNED POST

CHAPTER 1

"So you're telling me... You might be the Avatar?" a young ginger boy asked his best friend.

"Yes, Kai, I already told you two times," Zhang answered, his fists pounding against the tree. Kai leaned against another tree, observing his frustrated friend.

"I don't want this! I want to be a normal teen!" Zhang yelled in frustration. "Mom stormed off at the dinner table, Jang went out with her boyfriend, and I haven't seen Dad since yesterday," he added, punching the small tree.

"Maybe you should take a breather, huh?" Kai suggested, offering a slight smile as Zhang took deep breaths in front of him. "It can't be that bad, right? I mean, what if it was just a coincidence?" he proposed, attempting to calm his friend.

"If it is true... I won't be able to have a normal life, Kai. So no, it's not okay," Zhang lamented.

As Kai prepared to respond, a group of teens from a wealthier family approached them.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't the wannabe Avatar," a girl with blonde hair pulled up into two buns remarked, wearing a light green Earthbender dress.

"Go away, Yue," Zhang muttered. "I don't need you and your rich brat minions invading my space right now," he retorted, turning to face her.

"Are you going to bend me away, Avatar?" she taunted, while her friends chuckled. "I'm so scared," she faux-pouted, provoking an angry glare from Zhang.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you," Zhang warned.

"What are you gonna do, you weakling?" she laughed, stomping on the ground, causing it to shift and a boulder to hit Zhang, sending him flying.

"Zhang!" Kai yelled, rushing after his friend.

"Next time, make sure not to mess with me," Yue sneered, turning to walk away. Suddenly, she was lifted off the ground, surrounded by water, as she screamed in fear. Kai and Yue's friends froze in terror.

Zhang stood there, his eyes glowing bright blue, indicating he was in the Avatar state. "Zhang, stop!" Kai shouted, approaching the boy. Placing his hands on Zhang's shoulders, he pleaded, "Please stop it. It's scary." Slowly, Yue was lowered back to the ground as Zhang collapsed into Kai's arms, tears streaming down his face. Yue ran away in fear.

Alia paced back and forth in her room, her son sitting on the edge of her bed. "How could you do this to the Chen family?! This is going to ruin our reputation!" she yelled angrily. Zhang hung his head in shame.

"I don't know how to control it," Zhang whispered. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

Seeing her son's remorseful expression, Alia sat down beside him, enveloping him in her embrace. "No, it's me who should apologize. I'm sorry for yelling," she admitted.

"I don't want this, Mom. I just want to be normal. What is Dad going to say?" Zhang sniffled, wiping away his tears.

"Your dad is going to be proud of you. I know that," Alia reassured him, gently rubbing his shoulder.

"I could have hurt her if it wasn't for Kai. He brought me back from it," Zhang said, a small smile forming at the memory.

"He really is your best friend," Alia agreed, smiling warmly.

"He is," Zhang nodded in agreement.

Jeng strolled beside her boyfriend Chen, hand in hand, through the bustling city square. The area was teeming with people, children darting about, and a man shouting about cabbages. For Jeng, it was a familiar and ordinary scene.

"Wanna grab a drink?" Chen suggested to his girlfriend.

"We could head to that quaint tea shop around the corner. I've heard they serve amazing jasmine tea," Jeng replied, flashing a smile up at her boyfriend.

"Lead the way, love," Chen chuckled, allowing her to guide him along.

Jeng pushed open the door to the crowded shop, finding a free spot by the window towards the back. The waitress promptly approached their table.

"I'd like some jasmine tea, please," Jeng requested politely.

"I'll have the same, thanks," Chen added with a smile. The waitress left, leaving them alone again.

Suddenly, the café door swung open forcefully as Fire Nation soldiers stormed in. Fear gripped the patrons and staff alike.

"I am Damien, leader of the Fire Nation army. We need to know the whereabouts of the Avatar," Damien demanded, sending whispers rippling through the room. Jeng's heart raced with fear for her older brother.

"We need to leave," Chen whispered urgently, and Jeng nodded in agreement.

"We mean no harm, but Fire Lord Otami demands the Avatar, dead or alive," Damien reiterated, signaling for his soldiers to search the premises.

"Chen, I'm scared," Jeng confessed, her voice quivering. Chen took hold of her hand under the table as the soldiers scoured the café.

"Please, come for us, Zhang," Jeng whispered, her plea barely audible amidst the chaos.

#avatar the last airbender x reader #avatar aang #avatar the last airbender #atla x you #atla x reader #male oc #male reader #original character #original post #legend of korra x reader #legend of korra

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originalnuttale · 1 year

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Terrible Destiny - Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 1/?

So I decided that I wanted to start a shortish series, so lmk if you like it, or maybe if I should start a taglist for it possibly?

Summery: Amara is forced into an arranged marriage with an old enemy/ex-boyfriend

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“Darling, come downstairs,” my mother asks. Amara stumbled away from her desk and hurried downstairs. “Yes, Mother?” “Sit, please. Your father and I have made a very important decision. Mattheo Riddle, do you remember him from school? We have decided that you are to be wed.” Almost as soon as Amara had sat down, she stood up in anger. “What? You cannot just ship me off to go marry a man, a man whom I hated with every part of my soul!” Amara’s mother signaled her to silence, and she did, knowing it would not end well on her part. “Enough. It has been decided. The house elves are packing your things as we speak and we will take you to the Riddle Mansion.” She clenched her fists and sighed in defeat. Maybe she could find a way out of this, but in order to do so she had to comply.

As the elves made her change into her prettiest dress, the others finished packing her things, which was rather too quickly. Amara was dreading to see Mattheo for the first time in a year. He tortured her all through school, things better be different now or she’ll be determined to make his life hell.

The moment they were apparated to the Riddle Mansion, she felt sick. She really was dreading seeing the boy. As the door opened, Amara’s parents were very pleased by the ‘sweet’ smile he gave her, but she could see the haste in it. “Mara, great to see you once again, love,” he said with his smirk, using the pet name he had always used to irritate her. She took a deep breath and put on a fake smile just to please her parents, but she knew the second they left it would be gone.

“I’m delighted that you have agreed to this marriage, Tom,” Amara’s father said as he shook the man's hand. “We both are, Mr. Riddle, and in no time, our daughter will be as well.” She rolled her eyes, carefully so that her parents couldn’t see, but of course Mattheo did, making him smirk. “Father and I are very pleased with mine and Mara’s arrangement.” Amara cringed at his words, which were very clearly a lie, on his part at least, Tom Riddle did seem pleased, though.

As an hour passed, her parents stood up to leave, her mother pulling her into a hug, whispering in her ear. “Now, you will be a good wife to be. Me nor your father will be pleased if we hear word of you acting out.” Amara nodded quickly and pulled away from the hug as her father patted her on the back. her father was much more understanding of my feelings, but he wasn’t able to control her mother’s actions, she did as she pleased and hell to pay if someone went against it. “Just try to enjoy this, my dear. You’ll grow fond of him one day.” Amara nodded slightly and hugged her father tightly, though she completely disagreed with him.

The sky was already dark when her parents left. Tom had ordered for the elves to take her things upstairs, and she prayed so hard that it was not to Mattheo’s room, but she knew that was most likely where she would be sleeping. “Amara, tonight you will be sleeping in the room across the hall Mattheo’s to get settled in, but from then on, you two shall be sharing a room. Understood?” She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.” Tom nodded, pleased that she hadn’t fought against his statement, and walked away into his office, leaving Amara with his arse of a son.

Mattheo looked at her with a smirk. “Back together once again, love. We’re just meant to be.” She glared daggers at him, hoping they would turn into real daggers, but with her luck, he stood unharmed. What most people didn’t know about Mattheo and Amara was that we had dated all throughout their sixth year at Hogwarts. She was sixteen, as was he, and she was young and dumb. Amara actually fell for the boy, and he just went ahead and broke her heart, sleeping with every girl he looked at. “Go to hell, Riddle,” She grumbled quietly as she clenched her fists. Mattheo chuckled at this and pointed for her to follow him. “I’ll show you up to your room, and what eventually will be our room.”

Amara grimaced at the thought of them having to share a room. She just hoped that they didn’t have to share the bed, she’d much rather the solid, cold floor than to sleep next to him like she had once done.

Once they got to the door of her bedroom for the night, he trapped her between him and the door, her back pressed against it as he held the doorknob, making sure she wouldn’t open the door just yet.

“It was great seeing you again, love, a year was too long,” he said with an evil smirk. “I beg to differ, Riddle. I would much rather go the rest of my life without seeing you again.” Mattheo rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, I know you don’t mean that, my love. I know you missed me. Missed holding my hand, me hugging you from behind, kissing me, laying next to me in my arms as you drifted off to sleep.” Amara closed her eyes as the pain of catching him sleeping with a fifth year came back to her. “Trust me, the last time I missed you was our seventh year. You were a bastard of a boyfriend and I’m glad we broke up. You just didn’t care enough about me to wait until I was ready,” she spit out. A soft look flickered in his eyes for only a fraction of a moment before the crazy eyes were back. “I do admit that I was stupid, but the shagging was just so good,” he smirked. “But, that was the only thing I ever did with any of those girls, everything else was for you exclusively. Why couldn’t you just be happy about that?” “I-bloody hell, I loved you, Mattheo, you don’t understand the pain of catching someone you love with every bone in your body sleeping with someone else!”

Mattheo’s eyes softened again, slightly longer than the first time, but those soft eyes went away quickly. Mattheo didn’t show it, but for the first time in three years, she had used his first name, and it made his heart skip a beat. His name still sounded so good coming from her, completely different from any girl he was ever with, and for a moment, the guilt he had felt for cheating had returned. He did love her as well, why couldn’t he have waited for her? Mattheo put a slight space between us and let go of the doorknob. “Goodnight, Mara,” he said softly and turned to his room.

Amara was left frozen for a moment, it was almost as if the old Mattheo was back for a few seconds. She took a deep breath and opened the door, quickly falling on her bed, before slowly getting up and changing into the night set that was placed kindly on the bed for her.

#mattheo riddle #harry potter fanfiction #tom riddle #harry potter

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enmuswife3 · 2 years

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Modern Au Zhongli x Milf! Reader

Contains: smut+fluff

Warnings: drinking

Note: I wrote this in front of my family and read it like the morning newspaper. Also sorry if this is kinda rushed

Zhongli was your sons 1st grade history teacher. Although you’ve only met him once your son talks about him all the time. He babbles on about how cool and smart he is and how he looks up to him. You think it’s so adorable how your son beams every time his teacher is the subject of the conversation wether your talking to him or to someone else. That leads us up to today. There was a parent teacher meeting today and you decided to go and see how your son was doing in his classes. So when you got off work you headed home and put on something more professional; an above knee length black dress and red bottom heels. Once you reached the school your sweet angel ran up and hugged your leg “mama! Are we gowing to see mither Zwonhgli?” “Yes my sweet angel let’s go” you smiled as your son did his grabby hands signaling you to pick him up and you did so. The walk to the library was surprisingly short once you reached your destination you set your son down to go and play with the rest of the kids while you sat down with the other parents and waited your turn to speak with the teachers including Zhongli. You couldn’t tell who he was but you had a feeling it was the man with a long ponytail and light brown highlights and surprisingly you were correct. Once it was your turn you introduced yourself while you saw your son waddle over to you out the corner of your eye. He happily climbed up into your lap and listened to your conversation with his other teachers. “Hi mister Zwongli” he beamed “ah hello s/n is this your mother?” The brunette smiled “yes sir! She’s da best!” Your son practically screamed while he hugged you tightly while you gigged. “Yes this is my son I hope he hasn’t been a handful” you sighed “oh no ma’am he’s quite mature for his age” “ah I see, well I’m glad I could meet the second person my baby looks up to!” You winked while your son buried his face in your tummy. “P-pardon?” “Well my son talks about all. The. Time.” You laughed. Poor zhongli was about to fall apart he looked like a red tomato! Fast forward a couple of weeks zhongli built up the courage to ask you our with a little help from his sister, Ningguang who was the principal. “It’s nice to see you again Y/n would you like to come with me to the new restaurant that just opened up in town?” “Like a date?” “Y-yes if that’s okay with you-“ you cut him off by kissing him on the lips “you don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to ask me out” At the restaurant Zhongli offered to buy a couple of drinks for the both of you but you don’t take alcohol well but nonetheless you took his offer. An hour or two later you were completely drunk and clinging onto zhongli. He decided to take you back home and stay with you overnight afraid that something may happen while your in this state. “Hehe! Zhongli~” you snorted “yes my love?” “*hic* mmm love you” you practically moaned as you say on his lap. “Don’t let her arouse you zhongli she’s drunk.” He thought to himself but the way you were grinding your clothed cunt on his now hard cock made him lose control. He tossed you on your bed and slowly crawled over you like he had just caught his prey. You hooked your arms around his neck and whispered into his ear “please just fuck me already I need you so bad~” “well since you asked so kindly-“ the brunette said as he settled himself between your thighs. He ripped your underwear to see your glistening cunt already slick with arousal “let’s see how sweet you really taste” he said as he sucked on your clit making you mewl. But what you didn’t know was that zhongli’s tongue was long like he was some sort of dragon something. He slowly eased his tongue in your hole and started his search for that special spot that makes you fall apart”a-ahh right there ughh” you screamed he started rapidly flicking his tongue on that spot making you scream and fall apart”mmm- c-cumming ahh~” you screamed “you did so good baby m’ gonna put it in okay?” Zhongli cooed he slowly slid into your warmth “gli y-your too big a-ahh” “shhh I know you can take it my sweet girl there you go”

”mph- c-c’mere” you whimpered as you held your arms out zhongli smiled and knelt down kissing your tears away “damn I gotta pull out-“ “no! Ngh in! Please?” You cried out. Something in zhongli snapped and he suddenly put your legs on his shoulders and drove in deeper. “AHH ZHONGLI UMPH YOUR SO DEEP” you screamed as your nails raked his back finally you came for your nth time with zhongli. He slowly leaned down grabbing you so he could lay you on top of him with his cock snug in your cunny. “I l-love you zhongli” I love you too sweet thing” as he kissed you goodnight.

#zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli #zhongli smut #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #zhongli give me your children this is a threat

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yellow rose : two

Chapter Two: Older Women Know Best Description: Queen Alicent strikes a match between her cousin, and her son. Believing that The Tyrells were nothing but roses, completely disregarding the Thorns in their sigil. In where, Delancey Tyrell rises and becomes The Mistress of Whispers. masterlist

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A SCOWL WAS PERMANENTLY ETCHED UNTO Cordelia Tyrell's face. Her daughter was offered a marriage with a Targaryen second-son — an all hopes of her becoming Queen was quickly diminished.

"Why are you so disappointed?" Delancey follows along her mother as they jogged towards their room. Her mother was an ambitious woman, one who used faith as a way to control the public.

"All that boy has is a dragon — we should've never arrived here! We should've accepted that northern lord's offer!" she regretted as Lord Mace rolls his eyes. "Lord Cregan? That man is ancient, and our daughter would be his fourth wife!" he argued.

They all knew nothing about the northern lord, as he was solitary. Actually, no man in the south knew what he or his shadow looked like. At least with Aemond, there was a certainty that he was real.

"And our daughter would be Lady of Winterfell!" Cordelia opposed as her husband pressed a hand to his head. His wife, wasn't easy to please — and she took great insult upon everything.

They halted in front of their door, as another sigh escapes from Lord Tyrell's lips. "An alliance between the Targaryens and the Tyrells would benefit us. I see no need for this argument, Cordelia." he complained as he opened the door.

Allowing himself to gaze upon his daughter once more. She wouldn't be happy in Winterfell — it was cold, and lonely there. Delancey was much more suited for the south.

DELANCEY'S HANDS DANCED UPON THE BOOKS OF THE LIBRARY, her eyes reading its titles. That was the only upside of remaining in The Capital, there was always a large supply of books and scrolls written by the Maesters and scholars.

She likes the smell of books, and it's damp parchment. This could be her joy, for now. A person clears his throat from behind her, as she turns around slowly.

There stood Aemond Targaryen in all his glory, wearing the colors of Oldtown — dark green, and proudly smirking. "My prince," she greets as she looks back at the books in her hands. The young prince was 5-years-younger than her, and she's met numerous men like him.

They all want for something they cannot have. They were engaged, yes, but her love would never be for him. Well, not yet.

"I was not aware that you fancied libraries," he leaned cooly on the shelves as she bit back a chuckle. He was acting like a fool, like a little boy who wanted an older girl to love him back.

"Are you suggesting that I am unable to read?" she grilled as his face slightly softened, a wave of embarrassment flushing from his body. She chuckles once, allowing him to hear her melodious voice.

"I-I, of course not." he defended himself as she moved past him, allowing him to inhale her scent. And he wondered if the roses in Highgarden smelled as good as her.

He walks towards her, as she gently placed the books down at her claimed table. She sits down quietly, almost as nimble as a cat. The servants stare at their direction, as Aemond tries his best to woo her.

"May I sit down?" he questions with a charming smile, "No, you may not." she answers not even offering him a glance. In her eyes, she was a little boy — not even half of her wisdom.

Seeing his face, she couldn't help but wonder why they were engaged. But he ignores her and sits down instead, staring at her like a lovesick fool. "Efforts to distract me will go to waste, my prince." she states as she gives him a side-glance.

Praying to The Seven that he would leave.

"It would not go to waste, if you speak to me." he flattered and she rolls her eyes. Paying her attention towards the book in front of her. "Desperate times do call for desperate measures," she mutters as she gathers her book and stands up.

"But I value my time, so I choose to leave." she bids goodbye. Turning around and walking out of the library. Leaving the one-eyed-prince, sitting there unfazed.

Of course, The Rose of Highgarden would pay him no attention. Pretty girls never do. It was foolish of him to think otherwise.

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#aemond targaryen x oc

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vickvicktoriavitoria · 2 years

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Dark Paradise - Chapter 2

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✨ NOTES ✨ : Hello my little ones!! Im back from the deads!! Sorry for this disappearance, I don't even know if you guys want to read chapter two yet, but I had a big anxiety crisis and it gave me a very long writer's block. That's why it took me a while to upload, I thought nothing was getting really good. Even so, I really hope you like this new chapter because I made it with affection thinking about everyone who liked the story 💋 💋 💋. This chapter was long because I want to advance the events of the facts and in chapter 3 I already want to make y/n's daughter with two years old. 😚🥰 I hope you stay here for chapter 3, thank you so much for all the love and support you've given me and are still giving me, it means a lot to me to have you here 😚🥰.

‼️ TW ‼️ : DARK FIC!! DOMESTIC VIOLANCE!! NONCON!! FORCED MARRIAGE!! FORCED PREGNANCY!! PHYSICAL VIOLENCE!! PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ABUSE!!

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A deep silence weighs on the atmosphere between you, Touya slowly approaches the two at the bottom of the stairs. Your hands gripped Rei's tightly, both trembling, icy, wondering what he was going to do next after he'd heard you. In Rei's eyes, a cold expression tried to disguise the weakness in her legs, her ragged breathing showed her fast heartbeat, her mouth opened and closed making only a few trembling sounds of protest, but her voice didn't come out of her throat as if all the words died in the way.

"I'm glad you're already getting such a warm welcome," he says, breaking the silence as he gets very close to you, looking deep into your eyes.

"I know you did something, Touya" Rei finally exclaims, bringing Touya's eyes to hers again.

"We've both done a lot of things mom... I mean, look at the kid..." he says in a wry tone with half-closed eyes and a sarcastic expression.

"You disappear, appear again out of nowhere as if you were a victim, take control of our family and even show up with a child" Rei steadies herself in front of Touya, pulling you behind her and continues, "I don't know what you're hiding, but I'm sure it's not right! And I'll stop you-"

She is interrupted by a loud laugh from Touya who leans his body back and then forward getting closer to her face.

"I don't think you heard yourself when you said I took control of the family mom" he puts his hands in his pockets and straightens his posture again "what could you or anyone else do? Don't forget your own words and how your actions can generate consequences".

You hold her hands tighter and looking at you Rei still tries to reason with Touya.

"You know very well that I'm sorry for what happened... please don't repeat our mistakes my son.", she looks at him with tears in her eyes, but they only bring a small smile to the side of his mouth.

"I would never make the same mistake mom, I'm not my dad... I'm way better than him. I may not have been able to be the perfect product like Shoto, but Hikari is just as perfect as he is, and I still took the family's reins in only one year. It just proves how pathetic you two are and failed not only as parents... I just feel disgusted and sorry for you two mom...".

Tears start streaming down Rei's face and you hug her for comfort, disbelieving how he could be so cruel to his own mother.

"And I think you'd better stay out of my business with my wife if you still want a roof over your head. Next time I see you whispering I'll-" Touya is interrupted by the door suddenly opening and a boy with hair of different colors entering with Hikari in his arms.

The young man looks at you with some questioning, sensing that something was wrong there and his eyes meet Rei's red eyes.

"Hmm... what's going on here?" he asks holding Hikari's little hands that were pulling his blouse down.

You look at Rei who was wiping her pretty face with her small pale hands, then you look at Touya who now had a disgusted expression looking at that boy.

"Mom was emotional that I brought a wife and granddaughter home as she thought I would never get married and have a family" he tries to disguise his expression with a smile, "Can you believe it? Me, the most charming of the family, and had doubts about me... imagine you".

Shoto still makes a distrustful expression and continues approaching with Hikari in his arms.

"Mom, are you alright?" he says looking into her eyes and gets only a nod from Rei who looks down and holds her arms around her body.

"See? She's great...why does everyone in this family doubt me?" Touya puts his hand on Rei's shoulder, who shrugs a little, leaning closer to you to avoid his contact.

"And why did you come here, Shoto?", the young man finishes approaching you and stays silent for a few seconds looking into your eyes and Rei's until he faces Touya.

"The baby was crying. I came to bring her to her mother" he pulls Hikari out of his arms handing her towards you. You give Rei one last pat on the back extending your arms to catch Hikari who practically throws herself at you, now trying to pull your shirt down.

“She started crying when she came to my lap… I think she didn't like me” Shoto says innocently with a sad expression and Touya covers his mouth to laugh.

"It's not that, I'm sure. I haven't breastfed her today so she must be hungry" you hold her little hands so she don't completely lower your breasts, "thank you so much for the reception, but if you'll excuse me I'm going to breastfeed her before she rips my shirt off" with a smirk you lower your head and start to climb the stairs towards what from today will be Hikari's room.

The two watch you go up and then return their attention to the present moment, Touya takes his hand off Rei's shoulder and looks at Shoto with the same expression of disgust and apathy.

"Well, I feel like we all have a lot to talk about, but I'd like to talk to my wife alone first. So if you'll excuse me," he points to the door and looks at the two of them.

Rei walks slowly towards Shoto and he holds her in his arms walking towards the front door. Shoto looks one last time at Touya who says goodbye and makes an expression as if he remembered something.

"Oh yeah, and before you come in, please knock on the door. I know the house is inside Dad's house, but my wife and I want our privacy" he raises his hand and waves a goodbye to Shoto who leaves slamming the door.

With heavy steps Touya starts to climb the stairs in the same direction you and Hikari climbed earlier. Opening the door you were lying on your back facing the doorway looking out the window humming a lullaby in a sweet tone. Turning around the bed slowly, Touya pulls out the small chair from the desk and sits leaning his face on his elbow leaning on the table, looking at the relaxed little face of Hikari who was fighting against sleep to suckle and looked at her with a warm tenderness. After a while in silence Touya starts talking.

"It must have been hard..."

"Humph... not so much. I had amazing colleagues who helped me a lot... All my support came from them actually" you answer holding Hikari's little fingers.

"Was it a normal pregnancy?"

You just shake your head a “yes” in response.

"I understand..."

He gets up from the chair and sits on the bed next to Hikari looking into your eyes.

"i’m so sorry…sorry," your eyes widen at his apology. Of all the people in this world, the last one you thought you would hear an apology from was Touya. In fact you thought he would forget about you and get some other woman to enjoy, mainly because you had a child that he didn't want to take responsibility for from the beginning. If he showed up, it would be to get rid of you two like he tried when he found out you were pregnant. Now, even so, Touya was keeping you here by free and spontaneous pressure. If you didn't come here, you would not only lose your career but also the greatest and only happiness he has given you these last few years.

"Sorry about what?" you ask a little indignantly how he has courage after all he's done and what he's still doing.

"I... I'm sorry" he approaches and brushes your hair back a little from your face, tucking it behind your ear, "for how dumb you are!" he holds your chin firmly and gives a sinister smile. "Everything could have been different, doll. Did you really think you were going to run away from me? Underestimate me like that... You know that you belong to me now and I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with you, don't you?".

You try to pull his hand away, he holds it tighter and keeps talking, "No, no, no, no, no" he points his finger down, "do you really want to wake our little one?" you look and realize that she had slept. All your fighting stops and you go back to looking at him with tears in your eyes.

"Let me go" you whisper and take his hand.

"To our room now. I wasn't done with you yet when my mom tried to be a hero. You have 5 minutes to get there or I'll come get you here and it won't be so nice," he pushes a little your head back and he got up from the bed and left the room.

Your entire being trembles in reluctance to obey his commands. Your body and one part of your mind already knew what would happen if you stepped into that room and the other part also knew what would happen if you didn't. With a million thoughts and no strength, you give one last gentle kiss on Hikari's forehead, leave the room holding your tears, open the door to the other room and completely burst into tears. Touya, who was already waiting for you beside the door, closed it silently and took your arm, throwing you back on the bed. Like a frightened rabbit you curl up on the corner of the bed still covering your sobs so as not to wake Hikari, he just grabs you by the heel and brings you closer, placing each of your legs on either side of his hips.

"Awn, so cute. Don't worry about making noises dear" he rips the top of your dress showing your breasts, "this room is soundproof... that's why I chose it for both of us" holding one of your breasts in his huge hand Touya bends down and puts the entire nipple in his mouth.

"Touya, please," you say sobbing "why are you doing this? Why don't you forget about me and move on?"

He doesn't answer, instead uses the hand that was on your breast to rip your clothes further and goes down kissing every part of your body until he reaches your crotch.

“We're going to have a lot of fun” he says laughing, sending a shiver from the tips of your toes to the last hair on your head.

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"Rei! I can't believe you did that!" Endeavor's deep voice almost shakes the walls, "do you really want to put him on alert?!" After returning with Rei to the other part of the mansion, Shoto told everything he had seen and Rei was forced to say what had actually happened a few minutes ago.

“How could I stand still?! You saw the way that girl was pale. You still have no idea how scared she looked at him when I walked into that room!” she rages that she is being challenged even though she is trying to do something to stop her bestial son.

“Obviously we are going to do something, but everything in its own time, Rei! Now he won't stop for a minute to suspect that we're watching him after your little hero drama!” Endeavor continues and slams his palm on the table after taking a deep breath to get himself under control.

"Why?" Fuyumi's sweet voice interrupts the two, “why can't we trust that Touya-nii has really changed? That he became a better person? Just like dad” she holds her fists with her chest and looks at everyone in the room.

Natsuo lowers his head and adjusts himself better in the chair he was sitting in, “I wanted to believe it too, Fuyumi-nee, but it's very strange that he appears out of nowhere with a child and this obsession with wanting to take control of the family...he haven’t rested that one year until he bought the shares in dad's company, someone who didn't even wanted to work”.

"But... What if he's doing this for us?" she continues to try to defend her brother, “the family situation has only improved since he arrived. What if he struggled to build the strongest family?”

“Fuyumi, naivety has its limits” Shoto interrupts her leaning against the kitchen door. "We all wanted to believe that Touya has changed, but even before this girl came he was talking about her as if she were property, a toy... And now that she's arrived, we're sure something isn't right."

"What would it be? The child is definitely his” Natsuo asks covering his mouth to think a little better.

“Without a doubt, she's his daughter... Not only because of her appearance, but she also has several quirks from when he was a baby... it's impressive” Rei reinforces her son's speech.

"It remains to be seen now what he is planning..." Enji looks towards the house you were in with fear in his eyes.

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Your leg curls up trying to get away from Toya's hand that was holding them tightly against your belly. The other hand was resting on the bed next to your waist, holding the sheet tightly so he wouldn't lose balance as his hips slammed against yours, pushing deeper and deeper into you until he reached your uterus with each sudden entry he made. Grunts of pleasure fell from Touya's lips, your hands seeking some comfort from the pain of his dick forcibly entering your intimacy pulling the black shirt and now sweaty on his slender body.

"T-Touya" your voice chokes as you tries to hold on to Touya's blouse ,for your dear life, who seems to tuck in harder after hearing his name coming out of your lips. “P-please... P-stop! S-s-stop!”

He stops for a few seconds and that makes you look him in the eyes, only for Touya to abruptly turn you on your stomach and invade your intimacy again with all the previous strength. Holding on to the sheet you close your eyes and try to get out of this reality that your new husband, former toxic boyfriend, was abusing your body once again. Slowly sucking the life out of you, and this time without the slightest chance of escaping his grasp.

“Stop, honey? But how are we going to make another baby if I stop?” He whispers in your ear, moving down to your shoulders and biting at one point hard as he comes inside you and keeps himself inside until he's sure his cum won't come out, not even a drop. Your whole body writhes in disgust and pain, remembering how that man touched you makes your stomach turn in disgust and sadness, anger and anguish make your hands shake in a desire to end his life and regret fills your eyes with tears ice running down your face. 'He haven't changed at all', you internal monologue.

As soon as he feels softer he gets off you and lets you cry, still holding tight to the sheet. He turns to the opposite side of you and quickly falls into a deep sleep while you still writhe in despair. Even the way he breathed peacefully, probably having great dreams of torturing you, created such a riot that you decide to get up and lie down in the room with your little one. Gathering all your strength, you dress with the blanket because your clothes are torn at the top, lean on the walls to her room and see how she slept peacefully, without being aware of anything that had just happened in the room next door. Lying down with great care you hug her little body against yours and cry your hurts, having to accept the fact that this would now be your new life since leaving her with this man would actually only be worse, after violating you so inhuman you didn't expect anything else good from that man. Using your body to protect her is what you did from the beginning... You wonder if Hikari would ever fall into the same hole as you someday when she grows up...

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Two months later and hell was still on for you. Touya abused your body everywhere he could lay you down and put you with your legs apart to shove his cock in you until you were crying and begging him to have mercy on your body. He made sure you wasn't taking any birth control pills because as he said "Hikari may be too alone, we should make another and improve the Todoroki family as well". Not only that, he also made cruel comments about how you got fatter after your pregnancy and that he could afford a plastic surgery because he had to think of other women to have sex with you. Or when at your last minute wedding he threw the biggest banquet you've ever seen at a celebrity wedding, invited several famous friends, and laughed at the dress you had chosen at the altar. Besides having laughed at all the mean jokes his old girlfriends threw here and there at you. They talked about how Touya was a great hero, finding out that those new marks were probably because he was doing small missions as his body got hurt every time he used his individuality, also finding out that he was staying with those girls just for social status since none of them came out with anything really relevant for a conversation and at one time or another they always heard about you in some meeting with Touya. They talked everything about you, even about your previous career, how you took advantage of Touya to get along, except for Hikari. Touya wouldn't allow their filthy mouth to talk about his precious creation. Wedding that Touya got drunk and had a fit of jealousy when he saw you talking to the hero Hawks that he himself had invited and placed him in the worst table of the party leaving him excluded all the time with the Todoroki family as well.

In this period Hikari became daddy's little princess, everything she pointed the finger she wanted had to be given to her, no matter how much you said no he contradicted your decision and gave her another five. Not that you had anything to complain about, but you knew why he was doing it, and it was clearly starting to work now that Hikari liked being in her father's arms a lot more than yours.

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So six months, six months of not feeling Touya touch you, even though you were seven months pregnant. Touya managed to put another fetus in you in eight months and for a month, deciding that he still hadn't done enough, Touya was still committing the same bad things to you, giving up briefly because he knew how you could lose the baby and start dating certain " friends”, those present at the wedding, who obviously had some extra kind of relationship with them. When confronted about it by his family, Touya just said that it was your fault for not satisfying him as your husband and that he was sure by your dead face that you didn't mind sharing since apparently he was too much for one woman as simple as you. Of course he spoke with a joking tone, but you guys knew better. You knew how late he came home smelling of drinks and sweet perfumes, you knew how he itched to lean against you when he happened to bump into you in the hallway, but he tried not to do it because you were pregnant. You knew his thirst for dominance at the look on his face not disguising when he saw your growing belly, smiling from ear to ear, with his other creation inside you causing you pain and discomfort.

During these months you started to live a lot more with the other members of his family, always having support and being pampered in every way, they made it very clear that you could open up at any time if necessary. How they liked you and cared for your health, Hikari's health and the health of the baby to come. But, what could they say? What could they do? It was evident to you in a short time how Touya had taken care of everything and didn't even let his family members have many friends. You decided to just start not caring, so you became apathetic to Touya's actions. It wasn't like he didn't hurt you anymore, just that you couldn't show any kind of reaction when he clearly showed up with some lipstick mark on his neck, or when he made some mean comment about you, or when he strangely pulled you to caress your belly for hours until he said he was sick and sent you away with a shove on the shoulder. It was a relief when he let go of you and Kaen, his new boy who was growing up fast and seemed to know his father for getting so much more agitated when he hugged you two. At the reveal party about his gender, Touya made a point of buying blue fireworks and releasing them without being at the time of celebration, earning a big fine that he paid like some change.

Touya had started looking only for the best schools to place Hikari, several got in touch because it would be an honor to have the daughter of a great businessman and granddaughter of hero number two studying with them, but Touya didn't think any of those were enough for Hikari and denied the invitation of at least five until accepting the invitation of the most expensive and renowned school in the country. It wasn't hard for you to see that he loved her and that was obvious, but the fact that she looked so much like him hinted that he only loved her for being a clone and you feared that your other baby would not be the same way and end up suffering. He said he could feel how powerful Hikari was when he took her little hands, that she was going to be the best fire user even before Shoto graduated from UA, it made you reflect on what Hikari's life would be like once she grew up.. Also, what if the other baby was born with your individuality...

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Days like this were common when you, Hikari and Touya would go to the playground to spend some time. Today was a special day because as soon as the next week started Hikari would already start going to school and would be away from you for a long time. He almost freaked out with jealousy one day talking about how he would do everything to keep the boys away from Hikari and in reality you believe it by the death glare he made looking at nothing. She had fun jumping in the area, getting her little bunny ears shoes dirty, her little face covered in sand as well for picking up the toys and then deciding to scratch her face with her little hands that were still dirty. Touya leaned on the small metal fence that surrounded the playground, talking to the mother of another child who was playing near Hikari, the exchanged smiles and head turns made it clear that they were flirting, another group of women looked at them and at you, waiting for a reaction from you, all you do is settle down better in the seat and close your eyes to rest better. In these last few weeks the baby didn't stop moving during the night, which made your sleep uncontrolled and wherever you leaned you just slept as if you had passed out. It became difficult to pay attention to Hikari so you decided to go back to the hobby of going out with her to quiet places until Touya intruded and decided he wouldn't let the two of you go out alone. Not that you had anything to complain about having male companionship, you were pregnant and Hikari was still small so anything that might happen you would be totally at the villain's mercy, but everywhere was the same: Touya exchanging words with some random woman clearly wanting to trade other things with them. With heavy eyes again you fall into a deep sleep on the bench, “only for five minutes” you think to yourself, but in a loud noise you wake up to find Touya screaming at that same woman as if he was about to jump on her and Hikari crying on the floor with hands holding a broken toy. Without understanding much, you can't have an immediate reaction, just hear Touya's screams with that woman.

“IT WAS YOUR FAULT FOR NOT EDUCATING YOUR CHILD RIGHT!” he huffed and when he started to get too close to her you decided to get up with a little difficulty from your belly and go see what was going on before the worst, “YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT! IF YOUR SON TOUCHES MY DAUGHTER AGAIN I SWEAR I-"

“Touya!” you interrupt making him look at you coming towards Hikari and being quiet for a few seconds, “What happened?! Why this confusion?!”.

When you pick up Hikari from the floor she holds tight to your dress and the broken toy falls to the floor. He looks into your eyes and then into her tear-filled red eyes, takes a deep breath and turns back to the woman who was trembling like a leaf in the wind of fear.

“If I ever see you and your son here again I'm going to buy every park in this town, put a sign on the grid of each with a no-go list. First the dogs and just below them your dirty name, understand?” he turns around taking Hikari from your arms and wiping her little face, "Let's go."

You try to hurry your steps to reach him, grab the bag on the bench, but determined Touya walked as if he was going to take the grass off the ground with quick and heavy steps.

“Touya, wait!” he stops and looks at you walking slowly with that heavy bag, that really big belly and comes back a little to help you walk.

“Touya…what happened there?” you ask in a calm, sweet voice of concern.

He doesn't answer, just takes you to the car, puts Hikari in her car seat and the bag in the trunk before closing the car door for you as you get in, getting behind the wheel driving towards home. Hikari touches you asking for affection and you hug her as best as you can with your huge belly on the way and the baby moving, she looks at you when she feels the baby moving and gives a little smile, you sigh when you realize that everything was fine and she hadn't been seriously hurt. Looking in the rear view mirror you see Touya looking at the two of you and grips the steering wheel tighter as if he's holding back his anger, once again you decide to ask him what happened and he opens his mouth to answer.

"What's happened is that none of you are ever leaving the house again," a coldness in his voice that makes your hands freeze.

"What now?!" you ask not understanding anything and shaking your head.

"That's right what you heard" he repeats in the same tone and looks at you in the rearview mirror, "just thinking about something happening to you guys I... I lose my mind".

His arms force the steering wheel and the car enters its first turn. Realizing that now he was out of his mind you prefer not to say anything else and just caress Hikari's hair who now looks at her father in the front seat and then at you with a little crying pout.

As soon as you arrive, Touya starts calling several people as if he was putting together something and tells you to come in with Hikari that he had matters to resolve. Obeying him for his still not looking the best face you put her inside and start playing with her to the best of your ability before she gets bored and asks to watch the TV, you turn the TV on going to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. This pregnancy was complicated even though Hikari's was very normal and good. Everything you ate these last few weeks, if it wasn't pasty you were soon putting it out, so your options were very few and the diversity of soups for you was running out. Rei of course always helped you try to eat something else, but it was no use and no matter how tasty it was, in the end you would put it out and lay down for hours feeling dizzy until you had the strength to get up and eat some other soup again. Lucky for you, even the soups Rei was a great cook and she made them very appetizing, but it was only a matter of time before it started to really affect your health as you didn't eat properly and you were afraid of the moment it happened. Leaning on the counter, you look for something in the fridge until you hear a loud noise in the backyard and decide to go there to see what was going on. The noises apparently came from a little house in the backyard and you go there to see what it was about. When you arrive, a blast of blue fire passes very close to your face and you get scared leaning back a little.

" What are you doing here?" Touya's voice says from the back of the small house. His hands were clenched into fists and his body was sweaty with several red dots where the flames were born and disappeared.

"I heard a noise and I was worried..." you say putting your hands around your belly. Just the memory of what he did made you still afraid that Touya would somehow try to hurt you and your instincts involuntarily moved your body to protect the baby in your womb.

He turns around and goes to a box where he takes out some gases and wraps them in his hand.

“Please…what happened to make you so mad?” again you insist. With a sigh he begins to speak.

"That slut's son just tried to take Hikari's toy and when he couldn't he broke in her little hand" he starts punching a punching bag that was previously on fire.

"I see, but you know he's a child..."

“A kid who's going to grow up to be an adult, just thinking about a bastard like that next to her I--” he keeps hitting the bag like he wants to punch someone and you walk a little further from the door.

It was funny how Touya was afraid to pay with his daughter someday for what he was doing to you now.

“Yes, but you can't expect all children to be the same” you add “I'm sure you were different from your brothers when you were little”, of that you were absolutely sure.

"That's why from now on none of you will leave the house"

“Touya, this doesn't make any sense. Do you want to lock her up at home to prevent her from reality?” you say with a chuckle at the end, "We must make her strong to face whatever comes her way, not make her run away from her challenges."

"Look who's talking" he holds the bag preventing it from swinging from side to side looking into your eyes now, "you were the one who ran away and hid from me to protect her, now you want to put her at risk again?" .

In disbelief you open your lips and widen your eyes at what he just said.

“Touya I ran away with her because you wanted to end her up… it wasn't a simple childish bad prank” you hold your hands so you don't go up to him remembering what he put you through.

He is quiet for a while as if thinking and you take the opportunity to soften his heart a little more, if he had one, at this point it was hard to believe.

“Please she loves you, you always give her everything she wants… What are you going to do when she asks you to go out and you say no? You know she's going to be upset... Are you really going to hurt your little princess like that?”

“Why do you want to go out so badly? It's not like you're free anyway, y/n. You better remember your place and start not questioning my decisions anymore” he concludes in a threatening tone.

Taking a few more breaths, he leans against the punching bag.

“I don't know what else to do…please excuse me now I'm not into talking and you're clearly better not getting involved in intrigue” he gestures for you to leave.

A light rises in your eyes that he really softened as soon as you spoke of Hikari, the fact that you should have noticed before makes your chest fill with hope that maybe you weren't so trapped by how much he truly loved her.

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Final Notes: I’d like to tag @maggiecc bc on the last chapter she asked me to, and im sorry if it wans’t to tag you anymore, but i hope you like this new chapter sweetie 💕💞💝.

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