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bat-boys · 25 days

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domestic bliss

pairing: Azriel x fem reader

word count: 4.5k words

warning: suggestive language but no actual smut. just lots and lots of fluff!

summary: a series of scenes that give an insight into the domestic bliss you had built with your mate

a/n: oh my goshhh thank you so much for all the love and so sorry I've been a bit MIA. I'm in the middle of a couple of wips that I'm struggling to piece together so wanted to give you something quick whilst I get my act together. I hope you enjoy it loves 🫶🏻

Part 2

A soft breeze and warm sunlight trickled into the room through the open floor-to-ceiling doors leading out to your room's balcony. The sounds of the birds chirping outside and the busy city below created a peaceful atmosphere that soothed your soul as you lay stretched out on your bed, book in hand.

A noise akin to a purr escaped the lips of the fae male sprawled across your body, head resting gently on your stomach, as you combed your fingers through his luxurious midnight black curls. Your lips tilted up in an affectionate smile as you continued to soak up the words on your page. As you gently scraped your fingernails along his scalp, another deep groan elicited, leaving you giggling and your toes curling.

Sundays like this were your favourite. Slow, lazy and steady. Filled with quiet moments of simplicity. When Azriel wasn't busy off doing god knows what, god knows where, and you didn't have to attend any stuffy meetings or pour over lengthy negotiations and treaties as the emissary of the Night Court. When your mate could spend the day with you lounging in bed, just enjoying each other's presence.

"Why did you stop?" Az grumbled as you lifted your hand away from his head.

"I was turning the page, dummy." You chuckled at him.

"Well, hurry up."

"Big Illyrian baby," you cooed, a soft yelp leaving your lips when you felt Azriel gently bite down on the stretch of bare skin he was resting on. A satisfied sound left his lips—and caused your eyes to roll—when he felt your fingers back in his hair.

You, however, couldn't help the pulse of love and affection you sent down the bond when the next time you had to turn the page, one of his shadows appeared to do it for you.

Another chapter of your book was read before he spoke again, dispersing the soft, comfortable silence that had fallen between you. You had been convinced he had fallen asleep as you played with his hair.

"When do you go to the Court of Nightmares?" He mumbled against your skin, his lips pursing to kiss your hip quickly.

"Tomorrow." You sighed. It was your least favourite job as the official emissary, the one you dreaded doing every couple of weeks. Like Mor, you had been born under that particular mountain, crafted in its dark shadows, a dreamer bred to be a nightmare. It had taken years of wit and cunning to get to a position to meet the High Lord, years of barely surviving until you could petition him for a job—anything to get out of there.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He lifted his head slightly, his hazel eyes meeting yours. Silver nearly lined your eyes as you took in his soft, gentle expression. Azriel understood just how much going there took out of you. He knew that you would return home hollow and would require the rest of the night to be cooped up in bed with his arms around you.

He also recognised that you could absolutely do it alone. That you didn't need him beside you. You were strong enough to face your past head-on and would leave whatever meeting you were attending with Rhys and Feyre with the winning cards in your hand. But that didn't stop him from offering a comforting hand to hold throughout your time there.

"Please." You whispered. His lips stretched into a gentle smile as he lifted his body off you to scoot up the bed and press his lips to yours in a loving kiss.

"Of course, my love." And you knew that was that. No explanations, no words needed to be exchanged with Rhys. When it was time to travel to the Court of Nightmares, you would find your mate beside you, a reassuring hand in your own as he stood quietly beside you.

Azriel could see the tumultuous thoughts flitting across your brain, so he did the only thing he could. He bent down once again to press his lips to yours, pouring as much love and affection as he could down that beautiful, gleaming bond you shared.

Kissing Az never got boring, even after all these years together. He captured your bottom lip in his plush, slightly chapped lips, tugging slightly to elicit a soft groan from you, which he swallowed with his mouth. You lifted your arms to circle his neck, gently playing with the soft hairs there - your book long discarded and falling to the floor. He sighed against you as he wrapped his arms around your bare torso, pulling your chest flush against his as he deepened the kiss into something fiery that had a slow, dull ache beginning between your legs.

You could feel him against your inner thigh and smirked against his lips as you reached a finger towards his impressive wings and carefully dragged a fingernail along the underside of his right wing where they met his back, a spot you had discovered many years ago. A primal part of you stretched out in satisfaction as you felt Azriel shudder against you at the touch.

"So eager to go again, my love?" He teased, alluding to the several times he had already taken you that day as he gently nipped your skin before torturously slowly pressing open-mouthed, hot kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.

"Distract me, Az." You breathed, tipping your head back to expose even more of your delicate neck to him, groaning when you felt his canines skimming along your skin.

"With pleasure, sweetheart."

…

The noise was almost deafening, the room packed to the brim with politicians, courtiers, nobility and High Lords and their entourages. It was enough to overwhelm anyone, but Azriel watched from the edge of the room as you dazzled person after person, drifting from one group of fae to the next, completely and totally in your element.

You enjoyed nights like these when you got to flex the skills you had built up as an emissary to the Night Court, speaking to old friends, charming acquittances, and building friendships with those you had yet to meet. The beautiful deep black gown you wore also helped.

Azriel watched as you stood amongst courtiers from the Winter Court, catching up with some of the gossip from one of your allies. A flute of champagne dangled from your fingers; half drank as you tipped your head back to laugh at something one of your friends had said. The dress you wore tonight was some torture explicitly designed for him. It was sleeveless, showing off the delicate curves of your shoulders and décolletage, the high swell of your breasts threatening to spill over the top of your dress every time you drew breath. The slit that every now and then gave Azriel the view of the smooth curve of your leg was maddening. But what was true torture was the choker around your neck, encrusted with gems the same colour as his siphons—a reminder of where his hands had been last night.

He had almost sent a mental note to Rhys that the pair of you wouldn't be attending the party tonight when you had emerged from your bathroom and asked him to zip you up—favouring the idea of ravishing you right there and then. It was only the thought of watching you so expertly work the room, charming everyone so thoroughly, but knowing that only he had the privilege to take you home, that had him attending tonight.

As if you could hear his thoughts, your eyes drifted from the fae before you to lock eyes with your mate across the room. Matching smirks danced on your lips as he nodded at you, and you nodded back - an inside joke between the two of you started on that first official party you had been forced to attend when the mating bond was still so new.

A fire built in your body, beginning in your stomach and dipped lower and lower as you watched him push off the wall he had been leaning on and stalk towards you. He never once dropped eye contact, his shadows twirling before him and telling him where to step, creating a direct path to you.

You tracked him across the room, your skin burning from his gaze. When he stopped just in front of you, his shadows dispersed to dance among your skirts and play with the hair that cascaded down your back.

"Emissary." He greeted, bending his body into a tight bow whilst that playful smirk danced on his lips.

"Shadowsinger." You purred.

"Rhys has asked to see you urgently." The desire swirling in his hazel eyes made the grin on your lips widen as your stomach dipped in anticipation.

"Excuse me." You politely bowed your head to the people you previously held court with, dropping your now empty glass on a nearby table as you followed Azriel out of the room.

Your heels clacked on the beautifully tiled floor as you closed the distance between you and Azriel. You were still walking behind him but close enough to brush your hand against his. He turned his head slightly to smirk at you, and you felt his hand beside you curl and unfurl as he resisted the urge to touch you in front of everyone.

After moments of strutting through the House of Wind, you reached a part of the house away from the centre of the party, with fewer and fewer people milling around. It was only then that, with lightning-fast speed, Azriel's hand whipped out to grab yours and pull you into a shadowy alcove.

With firm hands, he pushed you against the wall, his shadows swirling to hide you from prying eyes, as one of Azriel's hands dropped to your hips and the other reached up to grip your neck. You groaned in delight at the feeling of his hands on you, the messy, feverish kisses he was now peppering along the bare skin of your neck, shoulder and collarbones.

"Az." You moaned as you felt his canines drag along that sensitive junction where your neck met your shoulder, his tongue following to soothe the slight sting.

"Fuck Y/N." He groaned into your skin, relishing in the way you tasted - so sweet. Even after years of being together, he would never get tired of tasting you, of his lips and tongue on your flesh, on your lips and in between your thighs.

"What if we get caught?" You managed to say, your chest heaving as you breathed heavily, hands gripping Azriel's broad shoulders tightly.

"That's never stopped you before, love." He teased as he ran his lips across the swell of your breasts, his touch feather-light, causing a shiver to run down your body and your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

The hand that was holding your hips in his grasp moved to slip under the slit of your dress, skimming down the curve of your leg, tracing over your knee and down your calf before wrapping around your thigh to lift it and hook it over his hips.

"You were torturing me out there, Princess." His voice had become deep and husky, and he elicited a groan from your lips as he was able to press his hips into yours with the new angle. Your body was set alight as you felt his straining erection through the material of his pants as he pushed into you.

"Looking delicious in that dress for everyone to see." His words caused molten lava to pool in your stomach, the throbbing at the apex of your thighs to become incessant, and the wetness gathering there began to drip down your thigh.

Anticipation curled in your stomach as you felt Azriel's hand travel from your thigh to your hip, skimming so lightly it was pure torture down your bikini line before reaching your swollen and slick sex - freezing when he realised he had unrestricted access.

"You've got to be kidding me, no underwear? Fuck you're killing me love." He groaned against your neck, roughly nipping at your jaw and causing a moan of your own to slip past your lips.

"All for you, Az." You whispered, throwing your head back against the solid wall behind you as he traced your slit, gathering the wetness pooling there.

"There they are." Rhys's unbothered drawl broke through the hazy atmosphere you were creating in your shadowy alcove, shattering the moment and causing you both to freeze.

"I knew those lovebirds hadn't gone far." Cassain chuckled from beside Rhys. You knew Azriel's shadows were keeping you covered, that they couldn't see anything and could only recognise you both because they knew how his shadows felt and what they looked like to the untrained eye.

"Piss off, Cass." Azriel snarled as he slowly extracted himself from you, carefully dropping your leg and trying to straighten your dress.

"Someone's cranky," Cassain teased, and you rolled your eyes as you watched Azriel's face turn into a murderous expression. Azriel was usually so calm and collected, not easy to rattle at all, except when it came to you.

"You know not to interrupt a male and his mate." You sighed as you gripped the front of the dress and tried to rearrange it over your chest. You noted the still-hungry look in Azriel's eyes as he watched your every move. A promise in his gaze that told you this wasn't over.

"If you wanted to enjoy each other's company in the hallway, that's totally up to you; we get it - looking beautiful as ever Y/N -," Rhys added as Azriel dropped his shadows once you looked presentable, "but we're doing a debrief in my office, and then you're all done for the night so you can move this to your bedroom if you wish…"

"We'll be there in 5 minutes," Azriel managed to grind out, his eyes still on yours, desperately trying to calm down.

"Is that all he lasts?" Azriel's eyes flared, and you knew Cassain had overstepped. You gave them both an eye roll, territorial fae bullshit.

"Cass," you warned as you heard your best friend chuckle at the snarl that ripped out of Azriel's mouth as he sauntered back down the hallway.

…

Azriel padded through the quiet hallway of the home he shared with you. His feet were cool as they touched the dark wood floor, a nice contrast to the heat pushing up against the windows from the summer sun outside. His shadows flitted and danced around him as they coaxed him to follow them, to follow them to her. His lips curled up in amusement at their behaviour as he neared the kitchen, where he could hear you humming and the soft sounds of you bustling around the kitchen.

He rounded the corner to lean on the doorframe; strong arms crossed over his bare chest as he took in the scene before him. His heart almost stopped dead at the sight of you standing at the large island in the middle of the room, mixing bowl in front of you and wooden spoon in hand, your glorious hair pulled half up into a messy bun tied at the back of your head - tendrils falling around your face and gleaming in the sun -, wearing nothing but one of his shirts.

A deep and primal part of him purred at the sight of you in his clothes, knowing that it was unlikely you had anything under that soft cotton. The fit was incredibly baggy on you, the hemline falling to your mid-thigh, the collar threatening to slip down your shoulder, and the sleeves so long you had had to roll them up. He delighted in being taller than you, bigger than you. A small part of him always soared when he bundled you up in his arms, being able to protect you with just his body. He knew, more than anyone, that you could handle yourself. In a tight situation, you could take down as many enemies as he could. But there was something so delightful about your body being so much smaller than his.

A soft melody slipped past your lips, and Azriel joined in as he pushed off the doorframe. Unable to contain the need to touch you any longer, he approached you. You jolted slightly at the feeling of his large, warm hands on your hips, and a soft yelp left your lips when you felt Azriel bury his head in your hair and press a chaste kiss to the skin of your neck.

"Morning, love," Azriel mumbled into your hair, breathing in your intoxicating scent.

"More like afternoon, babe; we spent all morning in bed!" you joked as you turned back to the task at hand.

"And whose fault is that." Azriel teased as he pulled away from your neck to reach around and gently nip at your earlobe, which sent a lick of fire straight to the apex of your thighs.

"Yours." You shot back, angling your head slightly to look at your mate.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that," he smirked, his beautiful hazel eyes dancing with mischief and desire as he dipped his head to press your lips in a searing kiss. Kissing Azriel was like this: all or nothing. Either his kisses were chaste, quick things meant to convey a simple hi or, more often than not, a quick acknowledgement of you during conversations or as you passed each other in corridors or hallways. His other types of kisses were slow, leisurely and utterly torturous, and he poured every ounce of love he had for you into them. His lips moved lazily with yours, licking across the seam of your lips and begging for entrance before licking into your mouth - your knees almost buckling at the intoxicating sensation and the fire burning in your body. He knew what he was doing, as was evident when he pulled away with a smirk on his lips, "what are you making?"

He grinned when he watched your eyes drift back into focus, your body slamming down to reality after a kiss that was so heady but given so casually.

"A lemon drizzle cake." You replied somewhat breathlessly, which made him chuckle, and you felt his chest rumble on your back.

"My favourite." He said as he returned to his spot behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing your back flush to his chest as you continued baking.

"I know, love." You softly spoke as you began to stir the mixture before you. Judging by the smile in your voice, he knew you were thinking of that moment a handful of years ago when you had both accepted the mating bond with a lemon drizzle cake.

It had been your first time to the Court of Nightmares since you had escaped and been made part of the Night Court. You had been secretly dreading it, knowing that your usual skill set as emissary would all fall apart in that place when your eyes would land on your family and those familiar snarling faces. And it had. Everything had gone to shit the moment your family had spotted you beside Rhys' throne and had smelt that mating bond on you. It had started with shouting and had escalated to your family barging their way up to the throne and threatening to gut you for turning into a whore.

Rhys had pulled rank and ordered everyone to leave, and you had been quickly winnowed to the safety of the townhouse, where everyone had rallied around you and tried to distract you. Rhys and Azriel had gone back to calm the situation and assess the aftermath. You had been cooped up in the arms of Cassain for the evening, a loving and supportive brother figure you had never had before. But deep down, you had wanted only one pair of arms around you to soothe you and remind you that your family do not dictate who you are.

Everyone had eventually retreated to bed, but you had stayed, needing to see him, knowing he would return at some god-forsaken hour. He had found you then when he winnowed to appear in the living room of the townhouse, curled up on a sofa in front of the fire with a book in your hand. At his appearance, you slowly put the book down to look at him.

The bond was newly snapped in place, but he could feel your emotions faintly and was so overwhelmed by the fact that you had stayed up for him that all he could think to say was, "Good book?"

He had watched fascinated as your lips curled into a soft smile, the first since the incident so many hours ago. "Couldn't put it down."

He chuckled lowly but didn't move from his spot as you slipped a bookmark into the page and popped it beside you, swinging your legs off the sofa to sit facing him.

"Az, I think we need to talk." He watched as you outstretched your hand, gesturing for him to come and sit with him.

His heart had sunk as he had walked over to you, joining you on the sofa. He knew you needed to talk about the mating bond and how you moved forward—you had been friends for so long, and he had been yearning for you since the first day he met you. And now he was terrified that you were about to reject the bond, reject him, and he was going to lose the woman he loved and the friendship he cherished with you all in one go.

"Y/N, you need to do the right thing for you - please don't accept something because you feel bad for me. We can work it out. I can perhaps get Rhys to station me in the Illyrian mountains so you can stay here, and I-"

"Respectfully, what the hell are you talking about, Az?" You stared, baffled, at the male before you as he rambled on. He couldn't look at you, and his expression conveyed such sadness.

"The logistics of you rejecting the bond—that's what you want to talk about, isn't it?" A bark of laughter left your lips, shocking him and causing him to snap his head up to look at you in confusion.

"Oh Az, no honey, that's not what I wanted to talk about," you softly said as you held one of his beautiful, scarred hands in one of yours and brought the other to cup his cheek. You watched, fascinated, as he internally debated whether to lean into your touch, "Stay here a second; I'll be back."

He watched, confused, as you flashed him a warm, comforting smile before dashing off the sofa and disappearing into the hallway outside the living room. The wait may have been seconds, minutes at most, but it felt like hours to Azriel. His heart had stopped dead when you returned, a dish in your hand in which a delicately decorated cake sat atop it. He watched keenly as you walked back to him, smiling sheepishly and nervously, and sat back beside him on the sofa.

"This is for you. I want to accept the mating bond." Those words, spoken so softly in the dead of night, in a house that had seen so much joy and heartache before, were enough to set Azriel alight. He had no words to describe the feeling that was coursing through him as he looked between you and the cake you held out towards him.

His hands moved on their own accord as he took the dish from you, noticing the sugar icing that had been meticulously drizzled onto the soft sponge and the sweet little decorative flower you had piped into the centre. Just from looking at it, he could tell you had baked this cake and poured every ounce of feeling into it, and he felt himself getting choked up at the thought.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, and the vulnerable look on that face was enough to break your heart.

"Yes. I have loved you for years, Az and the snapping of the bond in place made it seem as if the Mother and the Cauldron had finally listened to all those prayers I sent them. I baked this earlier to give it to you after we had returned from a successful meeting at the Court of Nightmares," his lips quirked ever so slightly at the sarcasm that dripped from your voice, "it may not be the moment I intended; but it's still perfect anyway. It's a larger version of those lemon sponges you love from that bakery we found last year. The owner gave me the recipe. I want you, Azriel."

Azriel had given up on finding his mate, resigned to always wondering. When you had crash-landed into his life a handful of years ago, he had silently hoped it would be you, and when he had tripped and fallen head-first in love with you, he had begun to beg that the mating bond would snap one day. So many years of yearning for you, unaware that you felt the same, that you were begging for it to be him as well. So many wasted years. And when the mating bond had finally snapped, when you had returned from a month-long summit at the Day Court and taken one look at him, he had almost fallen to his knees then and there.

He had finally found you, and you wanted him back. Words would come to him later, spoken against the soft sheets of your bed, in between feverish kisses and in the afterglow of what was to come, so for now, he held your gaze as he lifted the small slice you had cut for him and took a bite.

"Az, baby. I need to put the cake in the oven." Your words brought him out of the daydream he had been enjoying and back to the present moment. He chuckled and kissed your temple before unwinding from your body and taking a step back so you could move to put the cake tin in your hands and into the oven.

He leaned back against the counter as he watched you carefully manoeuvre it inside before triumphantly shutting the oven door and turning back to him with a satisfied smile.

"Come here." He held out his hand, a gesture so similar to the one you had given him all those years ago that a smile danced on both of your faces. You let him pull you against his chest, one of his hands falling to your hips and the other coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing some flour that had somehow made its way to your face.

"Happy 10-year anniversary, love." You whispered into the gentle silence, and the shadowsinger gave you a beautiful smile.

"Happy 10 year anniversary, sweetheart." He whispered back as he closed the distance and gently pressed his lips to yours in a loving kiss that held 10 years of the most beautiful memories.

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kckt88 · 20 days

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Closer

Summary:

Lucaela is a strong bastard-the twin sister of the boy who maimed him with a blade, but she's also the sweetest Omega he's ever scented, and Aemond soon finds himself unable to fight against the primal urge of the Alpha inside him, who has chosen his neice as the perfect mate.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Masturbation, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, Loss of Virginity, P in V, Knotting, Mating Bites.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C LUCAELA VELARYON

INSPIRED BY - 'NINE INCH NAILS - CLOSER'

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 4569

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Aemond strode across the training grounds of the Red Keep, his sword in hand, the sound of steel slicing through the air as he practiced his swordsmanship. His movements were fluid, each strike precise and powerful, a testament to years of training and discipline.

As he paused for a moment to catch his breath, a sweet fragrance wafted on the breeze, the scent of ripe peaches teasing his senses. Aemond's nostrils flared as he instinctively turned his head, searching for the source of the delightful aroma.

And there she was, emerging from the shadows like a vision—Lucaela, his niece a recently presented Omega. Her presence stirring the Alpha within. She was the twin sister of Lucerys, the boy who had took his eye when they were children. Aemond harboured a deep-seated hatred for Lucerys, but he couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards Lucaela.

"Lucaela," greeted Aemond, his voice low and tinged with a hint of something he dared not name.

“Uncle” replied Lucaela.

A wave of desire swept over Aemond like a tempest, igniting a fire within his soul that threatened to consume him whole.

Lucaela was the epitome of beauty, her long, dark wavy hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk, framing her delicate features with an ethereal glow.

Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of light purple, she was the only one out of her strong siblings that had inherited the Targaryen eyes.

And then there was her peach scent that enveloped him like a cloak, sending his senses reeling with its intoxicating allure. It was a scent he could never forget, a scent that awakened the Alpha within him, urging him to claim the omega as his own.

With every breath he took, Aemond could feel the pull of Lucaela's scent drawing him closer, igniting a hunger deep within him that refused to be ignored. The Alpha inside him roared with a primal need, demanding dominance, craving possession.

“What brings you to the training grounds?” asked Aemond, the point of his sword digging into the ground as he rested his weight upon it.

“I found myself drawn to this part of the castle-I was watching you train” replied Lucaela.

“-And did you like what you saw?” rasped Aemond smirking.

“Your skill with the sword is impressive-you’ll win many tourneys”.

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys-nephews have you come to train?” quipped Aemond as Jace and Luke came to a stop beside Lucaela who scowled.

“Open the gates-“

Aemond smiled at Vaemond Velaryon made his way inside the Red Keep, flanked by a retinue of guards.

Alone in the dimly lit chambers, Aemond sat upon a plush chair, his mind consumed by thoughts of Lucaela.

The sweet scent of peaches still clung to the air, haunting him with its intoxicating allure. Aemond's fingers clenched tightly around the armrests of his chair as he fought against the primal urges stirring within him.

The petition for Vaemond to seize control of Driftmark had failed, his sickly father had miraculously roused himself from his stupor and came to the aid of Rhaenyra-his favourite child.

Viserys had steadfastly upheld the bastard strong boys claim to Driftmark and Vaemond had lost his head for it.

Now he would have to endure spending more time in the presence of Rhaenyra and her brood of bastards, his presence would be expected at dinner, and he would have to be in the same room as Lucaela.

Never in his life had he been this tempted by the scent of an Omega, just thinking about her was enough to make his cock hard. He’d already fucked his fist three times since their encounter in the training yard and it had done nothing to satisfy his desire.

Aemond closed his eye, trying in vain to banish her from his thoughts, but her image remained etched into the depths of his mind. The soft curve of her lips, the warmth of her gaze—each detail a tantalizing temptation that threatened to unravel his self-control.

For an Alpha, the scent of an Omega, especially a newly presented one, is like a siren's song, weaving its way through the air and captivating their senses with its intoxicating sweetness. It ignites a fire within them, awakening desires that they struggle to contain.

The Alpha within him surged with a primal longing, a desire as ancient as time itself. It whispered to him in the depths of his soul, urging him to claim Lucaela as his own, to make her his mate, and to sire pups with her.

In the quiet solitude of his chambers, Aemond wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between the responsibilities of his station and the yearnings of his heart. His Alpha instincts raged, demanding dominance and possession, driving him to seek out Lucaela and bind her to him in an unbreakable bond.

He imagined her taking his knot, his fangs sinking into her neck, forever claiming her as his. He pictured her belly swollen with his pups. The Alpha within him growling with satisfaction, his cock hard again.

“Fuck-“ groaned Aemond as his hands moved to untie his breeches once more.

Not even a day she had been back in the Red Keep and already he’d been reduced to hiding in his chambers fucking his own fist.

He briefly considered finding another Omega or perhaps a Beta female, perhaps if he could find one that looked similar to-

NO-the Alpha inside him would not accept a substitute, it had to be Lucaela.

His cock as hard as steel, already leaking precum and he began to move his hand up and down.

“Fuck-“ groaned Aemond his hips moving back and forth.

His mind a wash with vivid images of Lucaela, under him, on top of him, of him behind her, fucking his knot into her sweet wet warm cunny.

Gods he felt like he was in rut, his hips and fist moving faster, he was close-so close.

The scent of peaches-fuck he wondered if she tasted like a ripe peach, one of his favourite fruits.

Soft-sweet, perfect for sinking his teeth into.

“Lucaela-my Lucy-MINE” roared Aemond as he erupted, his seed spilling all over his fist and lower abdomen.

Aemond collapsed against the back of the chair, his heart pounding in his chest, the knot at the base of his cock throbbed continuously.

Then a soft knock at the door, broke Aemond out his reverie.

“Dinner is ready Prince Aemond-your presence is expected”.

“I’ll be there in a moment” replied Aemond, tucking his cock back in his breeches and reaching for a cloth.

God this dinner was going to be hell. But he must endure. He must do his duty. He supposed he could always hold his breath, that way he would smell the Omega’s scent, but that would also lead to his untimely death, and he couldn’t hold his breath all night.

His cock stirred once again at the thought of Lucaela and Aemond shook his head in disbelief.

“Fuck sake-not again” snapped Aemond as he ran a hand over his face.

No-he couldn’t indulge himself, otherwise he’d be late. So, with a deep breath he left his chambers and made his way to the dining room.

Praying to every fucking one of the seven that he could restrain himself.

The scent of roasted meats and spiced wines filled the air, mingling with the chatter and laughter of his relatives, yet beneath the facade of familial camaraderie, Aemond's inner turmoil raged like a storm.

Seated alongside his kin, Aemond struggled to maintain his composure, his fingers tightening around the stem of his goblet as he forced himself to focus on the conversation swirling around him. But try as he might to distract himself, his thoughts kept returning to Lucaela.

The Alpha within him clawed desperately at the confines of his self-control, yearning to claim her as his own, to dominate and possess her in a primal display of dominance. It whispered seductive promises of fulfilment and satisfaction, urging him to seize what he desired most.

But Aemond knew he couldn't succumb to those urges, not here, not now, surrounded by his family so, Aemond gritted his teeth against the tumult of his inner turmoil, his facade of stoicism masking the turmoil raging within. He cast furtive glances across the table, his gaze lingering on Lucaela, who sat beside her brother Lucerys, her expression a mask of serene composure.

Each glance only served to fuel the fire burning within him, the Alpha's hunger growing more insatiable with each passing moment. He longed to reach out and claim Lucaela, to mark her as his own and brand her with his scent—a symbol of their bond forged in the crucible of desire.

Not even his father’s desperate rambling were enough to distract him, not even the toasts, or even his sister Helaena dancing with Jace.

She was Aegon’s wife, but obviously the drunk cunt could only sit and stare as the bastard strong boy twirled her around in time with the music.

After his father had been escorted from the dining room, Aemond prayed for the night to come to a close, he had to get back to his chambers, his cock was throbbing with need, and he was sure the scent of his arousal was becoming more and more obvious by the second, due to the looks that Lucaela was giving him and the faint blush that dusted her cheeks.

Then the roasted pig was placed in front on him, and that bastard boy had the audacity to laugh at him.

His fist colliding loudly with the table, and he rose to his feet thanking the gods that his leather jerkin was long enough to hide the bulge in his breeches.

“Final tribute” said Aemond picking up his goblet “To the health of my niece and nephews-Lucaela, Jace and Luke-each of them handsome, wise and strong-“

“Aemond” warned Alicent.

“Come-let us drain our cups to these three strong-“

“-I dare you to say that again” challenged Jace.

“Why, it was only a compliment. Don’t you think yourself strong?” challenged Aemond, as Jace’s fist collided with the side of his face.

The dining room erupted into a cacophony of noise, Lucerys who had rose to defend his brother Jace had been slammed headfirst into the table, Lucaela had then slid her hands into Aegon’s silver hair and wrenched him away from her twin brother-and Jace had been shoved to the floor.

Aemond’s blood was growing hot as he watched Lucaela defending her brother, he didn’t give two shits about Luke, but it was the way in which the Omega had fiercely risen from her seat and thrown herself into the chaos.

The hard slap she delivered to Aegon’s pale cheek had the Alpha inside Aemond growling with delight.

But Jace had hauled himself of the floor and was charging towards Aemond, who braced himself ready to fight.

“Wait-wait-“ snarled Daemon, stepping in between the two.

“Go to your chambers-all of you go now” ordered Rhaenyra.

Aemond watched as Lucaela bowed her head to her mother and followed her brothers from the dining room.

As he watched her leave Aemond suddenly became very aware that Daemon was watching him with intrigue, following his gaze.

The older Alpha raised his non-existent eyebrows at Aemond who decided it was for the best to stand down, challenging Daemon wouldn’t do him any favours, not with Lucaela anyway.

So, he left the dining room, not bothering to deal with the aftermath of his actions as there was something else that demanded his attention.

Aemond’s footsteps echoed softly as he made his way through the corridors of the Red Keep, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows along the stone walls, casting an eerie glow upon his determined features.

He knew he shouldn't be here, shouldn't succumb to the forbidden desires that tugged at his soul like a riptide dragging him under. But the scent of Lucaela lingered in his senses, a sweet intoxicating fragrance that called to him with an irresistible allure, driving him ever closer to her chambers.

As he reached the door to Lucaela's quarters, Aemond hesitated for a moment, his hand poised to knock. His mind raced with a thousand reasons why he should turn back, why he should resist the primal urges that threatened to consume him.

But then he caught another whiff of her scent, carried on the breeze like a whispered promise, and all rational thought fled from his mind. With a shaky breath, he rapped his knuckles against the door, the sound echoing through the silent corridor.

The door creaked open, revealing Lucaela standing on the threshold, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of him.

Aemond's gaze locked with hers, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to find the words to express the tempest of emotions raging within him. But before he could speak, the scent of Lucaela enveloped him like a tidal wave, washing away his doubts and fears in a flood of primal need.

“What do you want?” asked Lucaela.

“You know what I want-“ replied Aemond as he stepped inside the dimly lit chamber.

“No, I don’t-“

“-Sure, you do” said Aemond.

“You can’t want me-“ muttered Lucaela, lowering her gaze to the floor.

“Why not?” snarked Aemond.

“I thought I was a bastard-you said it yourself. Handsome, wise and strong”

“When it comes to you I was wrong, I should have said pretty and perfect for birthing my pups” growled Aemond as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them in a single stride. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, beckoning him closer with each passing second.

And then, without a word, he crushed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

His Alpha roaring with delight, at the sweet taste of the Omega.

Breaking away from the kiss, Lucaela gasped for breath, her eyes meeting Aemond's with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "We mustn't," she breathed, her voice trembling with restraint. "We should court properly, earn the blessing of the King and our family.”

Aemond's brows furrowed, a shadow passing over his features as he shook his head in disbelief. "You know as well as I do, Lucy," he murmured, his voice tinged with bitterness. "My mother and grandsire would never allow such a match to take place. They would sooner see us wed to strangers for political gain than grant their blessing to our union."

“Aemond” whimpered Lucaela as he reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"You can feel it, can't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "The pull of my Alpha scent”

Lucaela's breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart pounding with a mixture of longing and apprehension. She wanted to deny it, to cling to the remnants of her resolve, but the undeniable truth hung heavy in the air between them.

"I-I shouldn't," she whispered, her voice barely a breath as she fought to resist the primal urges that threatened to consume her. "We mustn't give in to temptation, Aemond. We must honour our duty and our family."

But even as she spoke the words, Lucaela could feel the last vestiges of her resistance crumbling beneath the weight of Aemond's presence, his Alpha scent wrapping around her like a velvet cloak, suffusing her senses with a heady intoxication that left her dizzy with desire.

Aemond's lips curled into a knowing smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You cannot deny the pull any longer, Issa dōna," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Our desires are too strong, too primal to be ignored” (My sweet).

With a soft gasp, Lucaela closed the distance between them, her lips meeting Aemond's in a searing kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more.

Lucaela had lost most of her senses the moment Aemond had pressed her onto the bed and knelt down between her open legs.

“Issa dōna Omega” whispered Aemond (My sweet Omega).

Lucaela’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as Aemond’s tongue swept across her slick wet folds.

Lucaela bit the back of her hand to keep herself from screaming as Aemond began using his long fingers to tease her entrance.

“Ivestragī issa rȳbagon ao issa dōna” growled Aemond (Let me hear you my sweet).

“A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” moaned Lucaela.

Aemond pressed two fingers inside Lucaela, moving them against a spot that made her entire body shake.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen my sweet. Come for me” whispered Aemond.

Lucaela arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted.

Aemond crawled up Lucaela’s body, placing gentle kisses on her skin as he moved higher and higher.

Lucaela blushed furiously when she saw that Aemond’s chin was shining with her slick.

“Calm yourself my little strong girl” murmured Aemond.

“I-I’ve never-” mumbled Lucaela.

“Relax and let Alpha take care of you”.

Almost as if he could read Lucaela’s mind, Aemond smiled and began peppering gentle kisses all over Lucaela’s face.

“You can take it. Ao istan vēttan syt issa” whispered Aemond as he began rubbing his hard cock along Lucaela’s wet folds (You were made for me).

Suddenly Aemond rolls his hips forward and the entire hard length of him is buried inside Lucaela.

“A-Aemond” shrieks Lucaela at the sting of her maidenhead being taken.

Aemond stills for a moment, almost as if he is savouring the feeling of Lucaela’s tight wet heat being wrapped around him.

After a few mintues, Lucaela begins to writh against him.

“M-Move please Alpha. I need you” begged Lucaela desperately.

Aemond rolls his hips gently at first, allowing Lucaela the time to adjust to the feeling of his cock moving back and forth inside her, but when his sweet Omega begins issuing pleas of ‘Harder and faster’ Aemond loses it and begins fucking Lucaela into the mattress.

Their hips pound together as Aemond thrusts hard and fast, his movements brutal and precise.

“Lucaela. My Omega” moans Aemond as his cock begins to thicken at the base.

“Yes. Yes. Oh, it’s feels so good. Alpha don’t stop. Fuck me harder. I can take it”

“Going to fill you up with my seed. I want to see you swollen with my pups” hisses Aemond.

“Yes. Alpha breed me. I want to grow round with your pup. I will give you as many pups as you desire” exclaimed Lucaela.

“Y-Your neck. I need too-Claim you” growls Aemond.

“Yes, Alpha claim me. Make me yours” begs Lucaela.

With a low growl of desire, Aemond tilts Lucaela's head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck to his hungry gaze.

His cock throbbing with anticipation,

Lucaela's breath hitched as she felt the heat of Aemond's lips brush against her skin, his touch igniting her blood. Then, she felt the sharp sting of his teeth sinking into her flesh, a mixture of pleasure and pain flooding her senses.

Aemond's Alpha scent enveloped her, swirling around her like a whirlwind, as Lucaela surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. With a gasp of ecstasy, she arched against him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt their bond solidifying, the mating bond that would bind them together for eternity.

But even as Aemond claimed her as his own, Lucaela's own Omega instincts surged to life, driving her to reciprocate the gesture. With a fierce determination, she bit down on Aemond's neck.

Whilst her teeth are not as sharp as Aemonds, they still manage to puncture his mating gland. Sealing Alpha and Omega together forever. Their bond snapping into place. Their hearts as one.

The blood from their bites running down their bodies, as they moved together. Her Alpha fucked her hard and fast, his hips pounding against hers. The sound of skin slapping together echoed around the chambers.

As Aemond gives one last thrust and forces his knot inside Lucaela, spilling rope after rope of his seed inside his Omega, which made Lucaela throw her own head back and scream, as she reached her peak, clenching around her Alpha’s pulsating cock.

It didn’t stop there, Aemond only needed a few moments of rest before growing hard inside of his Omega again.

As Lucaela’s legs relaxed and let go of her hold on Aemond, his knot had deflated enough to allow him to move backwards, and he raised himself to his knees between Lucaela’s legs.

The loss of her Alpha inside her made Lucaela whimper as the ache quickly returned.

“Roll over” ordered Aemond. It was a command, an Alpha command, and Lucaela whimpered as she felt it take control of her body, she had to obey, she had to please her Alpha.

She was now on all fours in front of him, ready to be mounted again. Her waves of scent and slick made Aemond almost stagger. He pushed his cock into the whimpering Omega once more with shaky hands and proceeded to pound her even harder and quicker than before, snapping his hips against her while grunting loudly, driving needy moans out of Lucaela.

Aemond was gripping her hips so hard that his nails were digging into her skin, leaving marks everywhere, the pain drove Lucaela wild with need and she needed to feel more of it.

Almost as if he could sense what she needed, Aemond reached forward and grabbed Lucaela’s hair, making her head shoot back. Lucaela cried out to her Alpha in pleasure, making Aemond growl.

His knot started to slowly push inside Lucaela, and she let out a feral cry as the knot made its way deeper and deeper inside of her.

It swelled up so much, it hurt, it hurt so good.

“A-Aemond-yes-yes-please” babbled Lucaela as she peaked, her slick dripping onto the sheets.

“I will have you dripping with my seed my sweet Omega. I can’t wait to see you swell with my pups, everyone will know your mine-“ moaned Aemond.

Aemond thrust one, two, three more times before growling once again, shooting his seed deep inside Lucaela, filling her up. He grunted out Lucaela’s name chasing the pleasure of his own peak. He then let out a deep, satisfied breath before collapsing onto his Omega.

Aemond moved his face to Lucaela’s neck again, and lovingly nuzzled her.

Lucaela laid trembling underneath him, his knot had swelled and locked together,

“ñuhon” muttered Aemond (Mine).

In the depths of the night, shrouded in shadows cast by flickering torchlight, Lucaela made her way down to the skull of Balerion, the ancient relic looming over her like a silent sentinel of the past. She paused before the massive skull, her heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and resolve.

As she waited, Lucaela reached up to the fresh mating mark on her neck and grimaced at the dried blood lingering on her skin.

At the sound of footsteps, Lucaela took a deep breath and turned to face Daemon.

"Is it done?"

Lucaela nodded, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning within her. "Yes," she replied, her words echoing softly in the cavernous chamber. "Aemond has claimed me as his mate. His seed has filled my womb."

A slow smile spread across Daemon's lips, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in his eyes. "Well done," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the darkness.

“Thank you-father” whispered Lucaela.

"You must lay with him as many times as you can to ensure that you carry Aemond's pup," he said, his tone firm and commanding. "No Alpha would ever turn away from their own child and with Aemond on our side, your mother's path to the Iron Throne is clearer than ever."

"I-I understand," she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper as she met Daemon's gaze with a mixture of resignation and determination.

Daemon nodded; his expression unreadable as he regarded her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "Good," he said, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the chamber. "With his pup in your womb, our position will be secure”.

“What of those who conspire against mother?” asked Lucaela.

“Otto Hightower isn’t the only treasonous cunt involved, soon the others will reveal themselves and when they do-justice will served” replied Daemon his hand resting on the hilt of Dark Sister.

“Perzys se ānogar” said Lucaela (Fire and Blood).

Daemon's eyes softened as he looked upon Lucaela, a sense of pride swelling within him like a flame dancing in the darkness. Of Rhaenyra's three children from her first marriage, Lucaela was his favourite—the embodiment of everything he believed a Targaryen should be.

"You have done well" he said, his voice carrying the weight of his admiration. "But now, it is time for you to return to your mate and get some rest. Thanks to you, the war will be won before it even begins”

As Lucaela made her way back to her chambers, her mind drifted back to Daemon's plan.

Her presentation as an Omega had marked a turning point, her scent at its strongest—a heady concoction of sweetness and allure that had the power to captivate even the most stoic of unmated Alphas. It was a scent that could drive men to madness, igniting a primal hunger that could not be ignored.

Whispers had reached Dragonstone of Ottos plans to usurp the Iron Throne when Viserys passed and have Aegon crowned, and Daemon knew they had to play it smart at least for now and he had seen the potential of her power as an Omega and recognized the opportunity it presented.

Aemond and Vhagar were Otto’s biggest asset, and without them he was nothing.

So, Daemon had suggested that she deliberately place herself in front of Aemond, play coy and let her scent drive him wild with desire until he could resist her no longer.

Lucaela pushed open the door, the soft light of the moon casting a gentle glow across the room, illuminating the seed and blood-stained sheets that bore witness to their passionate union.

Aemond was still asleep, his features softened by the embrace of slumber, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

As Lucaela slipped beneath the covers and nestled against Aemond's side, his arms instinctively wrapping around her and pulling her close, a sense of warmth and contentment washed over her like a wave crashing against the shore.

And as she lay there in the darkness, wrapped in Aemond's embrace, Lucaela couldn't help but wonder if perhaps being mated to him wouldn't be so bad after all.

The fervour in which he had taken her to bed had been unlike anything she had expected, growing up the septa’s had always told her of a woman’s duty, that she existed for a man’s pleasure and not her own.

But Aemond had shown her that there was much pleasure to be had, and she couldn’t wait to experience more.

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milksuu · 6 months

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RAHHH APHELIOS FANS RISE 🦅🦅🦅🦅

i need… I need him to whimper during sex… idk how… idk when… but I know he whimpers I can just feel it… do with this as u please

❥ prompt: He made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake. Aphelios thought since you were such a cute shorty, the bedroom would be his domain. How did he end up being bottom, pinned, with you on top!? ❥ content/warnings: nswf 18+, cute!softdom!reader, teasing, light-bondage ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!aphelios / f!smol!reader (minor implied poly!sett/phel/reader)

He met you on the bustling train. Jammed packed after rush hour. An uncomfortable place to be. With no seats available, he took the reigns over head. Another stop. Another wave of bodily masses rushing in. It sent you colliding against him. He dropped his phone in the process. He wasn't too happy about that. It was too cramped for him to reach down and get it.

"I-I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," you apologized. With your short stature, you were able to crouch and retrieve the phone. Why was he paying so much attention to your petite hands?

Nevermind. There weren't any cracks on the phone screen. That was good. He merely nodded as thanks. With each bump and sway of the tram, there you went. Like a marble in a pinball machine. With much effort on your tiptoes, he watched as you tried to reach for a free reign, but it was a long shot. It was cute...maybe in a slightly pathetic way.

Aphelios sighed. It was only a matter of time before you were underfoot of some sweaty salaryman. Time for his good deed of the day. He slipped his phone inside his pocket and encouraged you to hold onto him. Stumbling a bit, you took the invitation. You grabbed onto his shirt with both hands. Slowly, you rolled your head up. He made the mistake of looking down.

He hated to admit it, but you were too cute beyond words. The top of your head barely made it to his collarbone. Your eyes were big, soft---absolutely soul sucking. If he was back in 5th grade, to keep himself from admitting he liked them, he'd draw an insect with huge bug-eyes and point it at you.

He forced his sight elsewhere. Your work bag. Attached to one of the zippers was a handful of plushie keychains. He recognized them to be from the same crane game arcade him and Sett went to often. He was a master at those technical grabs. You were probably some casual player. Maybe you had some other guy win them for you. Probably had to spend more than he bargained for. Unimpressive. (This boy is trying real hard not to like you.)

Well, he was wrong about that. You were a professional crane game player. And managed your own business of shipping those adorable plushies overseas to customers. You even had a pretty popular stream going on Twitch showing you doing it all. (Alright, he caved).

When you two started dating, your collection of plushies rivaled Sett's anyday. When his own bed started matching his roommate's, he wasn't sure whether he should be concerned. Again, he gave up. You enjoyed gifting him plushies specifically won for him. And he enjoyed seeing you happy on his bed.

・❥・

"You're so cute like this, Phelly~"

Ah. That was it, huh? You fooled him. Utterly and completely. It should've been the other way around. With him on top, you blushing pink, and shyly asking for him to take you.

But here he was, pinned naked underneath you, mask off, and his chin tossed away. Hating how flushed his own cheeks felt. Hating how his whole body felt like it was melting from your touch. Hating that just on the other side of the room, Sett was fast sleep, back turned. For now, at least.

"Hmm? Wonder how quiet Pelly can really be," you whispered cutely, sadistically. "You wouldn't want us to be caught. Unless...you want to?"

Aphelios swallowed for a breath. Seriously. How did it end up like this? He was the one who initiated. Trying to impress you by getting out of his comfort zone and doing it while his roommate was sleeping. But this was beyond the scope of how he thought this whole thing would play out. He made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake.

It was made more apparent when you grabbed the long ears of a rabbit plushie, and tied his wrists securely above his head. Oh no. How did he not notice? His demise was planned from the very beginning. All these plushie's were here to lower his guard. Thinking he was safe. Thinking he had any control of the bedroom in the first place. No, these weren't just stuffed animals—these were your diabolical sex minions. And they served the most cute cruel mistress.

"I won't let you cover your mouth. No matter what. So you gotta be extra good tonight. Okay?" You positioned his tip already glistening with precum to your entrance. His breath hitched. Not a good start. You giggled softly, "I don't think Phelly's going to be good at all. Oh, well~"

You pushed your hips down slowly. Spreading around his shaft till you sat deliciously full. Oh, shit—Aphelios clenched his eyes tight. His hands fisting together till his knuckles turned white. He bit down hard on his bottom lip. He refused to let you milk any noises from him.

Suppressing your own moans, you leaned down, pressing your breasts against his chest. "So cute how quiet you're trying to be. But for how much longer, hm?"

You claimed his mouth, sucking and pulling on his lips. Sliding your tongue into his mouth, you worked yourself on his cock. Covering him with your warm fluids. His pelvis now slick and sticky between your thighs. He heavy panted between your kisses, his breaths shuddering.

At this point, he was getting closer to his edge. Not sure exactly how he'd been able to hold back for this long. He couldn't think of anything but how good your insides felt. So hot and tight.

You slipped off his head phones, abandoned his mouth, and sucked on his earlobe. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Your warm breaths and cute moans against his ear sent him spirling. He couldn't hold back anymore. He whimpered, he whined, whatever—he didn't care anymore. He just wanted to come inside you. No, that was wrong. It wasn't a want anymore. It was an unbearable need.

He bucked his hips, slapping against you over and over again. Now you both were whining and whimpering. You jolted, your walls clamping tighter, and tighter. Feeling you swell and come around him so hard, Apehlios thought he saw stars. His cock throbbed and pulsed. He muffled his fluttering cries between your shoulder and neck, pumping deeper, filling you completely up. Coming down from the high, relieved pants filled the finished after silence.

"Geez. Can't a guy get some quality sleep over here?" Sett groaned out loud, turning over. Aphelios almost launched you off the bed when he scrambled to untie himself and cover you both up. "Pfft. Chill out. Nothing I haven't seen or done before," Sett said, rolling back to face the wall. "You guys owe me. I'm keeping you both up tomorrow."

You giggled and rubbed your cheek against his arm. Aphelios groaned. Of course things had to turn out this way.

an: listen listen, yall aphelios degens i just wanna say.... *smooches* thanks for the req. anon.

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itsrheasgirl · 9 months

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hello could write something like the reader and Dominik fight for the love of Rhea, in the end the reader stays with Rhea

THE GIRL IS MINE - PT 1

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

FT DOMINIK MYSTERIO

WORD COUNT: 2799

TAG LIST: @rebecca-quin @girlofpink

SUMMARY: EVER SINCE JOINING THE JUDGEMENT DAY THINGS HAD BEEN TENSE BETWEEN YOU AND DOMINIK. THE TWO OF YOU HAD BEEN FRIENDS FOR YEARS AND HE DIDN’T WANT TO MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE BUT WHEN RHEA STARTED TO PAY A LITTLE MORE ATTENTION TO YOU OVER HIM, THE REALITY SET IN AND THE TENSION BECAME TOO MUCH. WITH FRIENDSHIPS ON THE LINE, WHO WILL COME OUT VICTORIOUS?

- - - - - - - - - - -

You hadn’t taken your eyes off Rhea as she owned the ring against Liv Morgan, each slam and each throw sending vibrations up your spine as you thrived over just how unstoppable the Australian powerhouse truly was.

To you— she was breathtaking, not one flaw plagued her.

But you weren’t the only one to see her in such lights. You could see the same glimmer in Dominik’s eyes as he watched her just as closely as you did.

You didn’t want to cross boundaries. Put a toe out of line. But lately you’d started to feel closer to Rhea than you had before joining The Judgement Day. Ever since Dominik suggested you be the fifth member to their little family, you had spent your days pining after the dark haired temptress. She was definitely your type, but you knew you could never be hers. The way she always looked at Dominik proved that.

You didn’t realize you had been staring so hard until the loud ring of victory rang in your ears and the sound of Samantha’s voice echoed through your soul.

AND HERE’S YOUR WINNER.. RHEA RIPLEY!

You didn’t question your actions as you slide across the apron and under the bottom rope, your petite frame sprinting across the expanse of the ring to joyously throw yourself into Rhea’s awaiting arms.

Your toned legs clamped around her waist as your forearms clung to her torso, raising your fist up into the air you didn’t even hesitate as you chastely pressed your plump lips briefly against her temple.

Liv hadn’t stood a chance against the women’s world champion, but Rhea had still battled with a few nerves before entering the ring. You’d promised her it would all work out and to no surprise you were right.

As your fellow stablemates entered the ring, your glistening gaze caught that of Dominik’s— he looked distraught as he took in your current position, his features lowering slightly in upset as he shifted to stand at Finn’s side.

You remained clung to Rhea like a baby koala as the ref took her free palm in his hand, raising it sky high to solidify her win over the tiny blonde as the roaring cheers of the crowd flooded the arena.

You expected Rhea to lower you back to the ground as the referee returned the championship belt to her, but to your surprise she kept one muscular arm wrapped tightly around your hips as she yanked the belt back to hold it high above her head.

Casting your crystal gaze over at Dominik as he stood at Finn’s side, you felt your heart sink slightly. You’d noticed more and more lately that you being around Rhea seemed to bother him. You hated seeing him this way— snubbed like a small child losing its favorite toy, but Rhea had been waiting for you. She’d welcomed your embrace, so why wouldn’t you take advantage of it?

Slowly unwinding your legs from around Rhea’s waist, you drop your feet down to the ring and release the fellow female from your grasp.

You really didn’t really want to make things worst for you and Dominik when it came to the public eye, things had been tense between the two of you for weeks now and being around him in Rhea’s presence was becoming a little unbearable.

You could see the confused look on Rhea’s features as you stepped away from her and allowed Damian to take the space between you, her lips parting as she went to mouth a singular word to you. Why?

- - - - - - - - -

“Hey.”

Rhea’s voice was crystal clear as she grasped at your wrist, gently pulling you into a small hidden alcove as the boys continued on ahead of you unaware. Her sapphire hues locked on your features as you slowly looked up to meet her gaze, the same perplexed expression she’d had in the ring masking across her face as she kept her hold around your wrist.

“Not now, Rhea”

You uttered, trying to pull yourself free from her grasp and attempting with no success to get back out into the hall.

“Yes, now.”

She stated with a firm tone.

“What is going on with you?”

What were you supposed to say? That sharing any kind of interaction with her— no matter what it was, was causing Dominik distress and you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him even though being around her made you happier than you’d even been?

Swallowing back a nervous ball of saliva that pooled on your tongue, you chewed on the inside of your cheek. No matter how hard you thought you couldn’t think of a thing to say.

A small twitch shot down your spine as you felt the soft pads of Rhea’s fingertips dance under your chin, her gentle leverage tilting your jaw upward so you looked upon her features once more. Her eyes glistened— even in the darkness of the alcove, captivating you just like they always did.

“Y/N, talk to me.”

You’d zoned out thinking so hard, unaware that Dominik was making his way back in search of you and Rhea. The back stage area was so loud you didn’t hear his footsteps as he got closer, nor did you hear him calling out Rhea’s name until it was too late.

Rhea’s finger remained curled under your chin as Dominik turned the corner, her other palm still grasping onto your wrist as her shimmering gaze met that of his own.

It was like instinct, your entire frame shifting back to distance yourself from Rhea as quickly as you could. Your own gaze refusing to meet theirs as Rhea and Dominik remained in a staring match.

“You okay, Mami?”

Dominik asked. His gaze flitting between you and Rhea as his muscular forearms crossed over his chest. What was his problem? Why wouldn’t she be okay, and if she wasn’t what was he accusing you of?

“She’s fine.”

You snap as you shove past Dominik and back out into the hallway, not even bothering to look back as Rhea calls out your name. You needed to get away from them— both of them. You couldn’t be around Rhea without Dominik somehow finding his way into the situation and you were getting sick and tired of having to fight for her attention.

You weren’t sure if they were following you or if they’d taken a lovers moment to be together alone, but you refused to turn back. It hurt you to see them together and yet it hurt you more to be away from her, but you couldn’t figure out what was the best thing to do.

This was your career, The Judgement Day was your family and yet every second you were together it was eating you up inside. All you wanted was what Dominik and Rhea had— a relationship, but you couldn’t have her. She already belonged to someone else.

- - - - - - - - - -

You’d been sat alone at the hotel bar for what felt like hours, nursing you second rum and coke like it was the last drink you’d ever have. Swirling the last few ice cubes round and round the glass, you exhaled a long sigh. You knew you should be sleeping, you’re flight was in eight hours but you could allow yourself the peace to rest.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Rhea. About how she’d held you back in the ring. About the smile that had graced her lips when you’d kissed her skin. Why had she reacted in such a way with you after the match? What did it matter how you were feeling? Your feelings weren’t her priority.

Bringing the almost empty glass to your lips, you knocked back its contents before plopping the vessel back down on the bar top. You’d heard the approaching footsteps but chosen to ignore them, putting all your focus into the empty glass before you.

“So you want to tell me what I did, or..?”

You recognized the voice, but chose to keep your back facing away. You didn’t want to talk, especially not to him. After all he was part of the problem.

Dominik huffed as he stared at your back, not bothering to check your reflection in the bar back mirror as he spoke once more out of turn.

“Come on, don’t be a bitch.”

He didn’t mean it out of aggression, but with your current state of mind you took it otherwise. Pushing up off your bar stool you turned on heavy heels to face the taller male head on.

“Don’t be a bitch! Are you serious?”

You snapped. The tone in your voice full of menace. You had chosen to keep your back to him in attempts to avoid any kind of confrontation, but clearly Dominik had other plans. If he wanted to be defensive, you could be defensive.

“What do you want Dom?”

You were surprised Dominik was alone, he was more often than not attached to Rhea at the hip. Following her constantly, always laughing and joking. She never got time to be alone when it came to him and it bothered you.

“Have you seen Rhea?”

He didn’t know where she was? Now that was new.

“How should I know where your girlfriend is?”

Dominik’s features shift slightly. He didn’t expect you to be so standoffish and yet you were speaking to him like you’d had a falling out. He knew nothing of how you felt. Of how him being with Rhea tore at your heart like knives. Why would he, because he saw non of it. Or at least that’s what you thought. In your mind all Dominik cared about was Rhea. All he ever saw was Rhea. And nothing challenged that. She was his and that’s the way it was going to stay.

Leaning your elbows back onto the bar top, you arched a brow out of annoyance. You didn’t want it to be personal, but your feeling for Rhea were getting to the point where you didn’t know how much longer you could hide them and the only thing that stood in your way was Dominik.

“She’s not actually my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Yeah well you sure as hell act like she is.”

You snap.

“Following her around like a puppy dog, making sure her attention is always on you.”

The relationship Dominik and Rhea have is scripted and you knew that, but you saw the way he looked at her. The way even the slightest thing she did made him smile and you knew— he loved her.

You knew because you felt the same.

Dominik had only ever looked at one other girl in his life the way he looked at Rhea and you knew all too well that it was love.

“What is going on with you?”

Dominik questioned, his thick brow raising skyward as he simply watched you. Judged you.

“Why are you acting so jealous?”

You didn’t understand why he was acting so clueless and making you out to be the bad guy, he knew why you were acting in such a way he just refused to admit it. You may be jealous about him giving Rhea attention, but he was jealous too.

“Jealous!”

You push off the bar top and stand toe to toe with Dominik, he was much taller than you but that didn’t stop you from meeting his gaze with a menacing glare. If he wanted to call you out, then you’d call him out. All truths on the table.

“You think I’m jealous. You’re one to talk.”

Dominik scoffed at your words, his broad shoulders flexing as he towered over you.

“And what would I have to be jealous over?”

An eat shit smirk claimed your lips as you didn’t faulted one inch in your footing, keeping your petite frame as close to Dominik’s as you could. What did he have to be jealous of? Oh you’d let him know.

“I’ve seen how childish you get when Rhea even looks at me. We can’t even breathe the same air without you butting yourself into our conversation and it’s pathetic! You’re a grown man Dom Dom—”

Your tone dripped with mockery as you uttered Rhea’s little pet name for him, knowing it would trigger his defenses because only Rhea got to call him that.

“You need to stop acting like the nerdy high school kid who thinks he has a chance with the head cheerleader.”

You could see the burning behind his eyes as each word you spoke poked at a fire inside of him, twisting a hot poker into his side as you degraded his stature within your group.

“You’re no quarterback, Dom Dom. Maybe it’s time to let someone else try and steal her heart.”

Dominik’s demeanor had shifted, his cocky attitude morphing into that of anger. You didn’t expect him to react, he wasn’t one for yelling at women but something about the topic of conversation triggered him.

“You think you stand a chance with her? She’s nice to you because I asked her to be, she doesn’t care about you. It’s all an act.”

Dominik’s words twisted in you heart, causing your breath to catch in your throat as you kept a burning gaze locked on his features. It wasn’t an act, you could tell it wasn’t. Those few choice moments you got with Rhea— just the two of you, you could see she felt something. The way she acted around you wasn’t a game to her, the sadness you’d see on her face when you walked away because as per usual Dominik had made an appearance.

Pressing your lips into a firm line, you tried your best to fight back an outburst. You didn’t want to make a scene, yes it was late— but the bar wasn’t empty.

“You’re a liar.”

You uttered softly.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

Dominik scoffed once more, leaning forward, causing you to stumble back against the bar top. Both his palms slamming down against the solid oak as he bounced his brows, his lips curving into a malicious grin.

“It’s all a game to her. She’s playing you.”

You didn’t want to believe a word Dominik was saying. Rhea wasn’t playing you. Today in the ring she’d been so disappointed when you’d climbed out of her arms. When the match was over she’d pulled you aside to make sure things were okay, to see what was going on with you. Those weren’t actions of someone who didn’t care for another. Those weren’t the actions of someone playing games with someone else’s heart.

With his arms pinning you in place, you glare up at Dominik through thick lashes. Would he stoop as low as to lie in order to keep Rhea for himself?

You wanted to scream at him. To call him out in his lies, but you couldn’t be sure of any of it. What if he was telling the truth? It would have been so easy for The Judgement Day to lie to you, they acted everyday of their lives when it came to their work. Maybe that’s all you were. A lie at work.

“Isn’t that what she’s doing with you? Pretending to be something she isn’t. You don’t stand a chance with her outside of the ring, Dom. And you know it. So instead of acting like a man and stepping aside for someone who actually stands a chance, you’d rather bully me into thinking she’s not interested in me.”

You hadn’t been paying any attention to the few people scattered around the hotel bar, nor had you been keeping track of the surrounding. All you’d been focused on was Dominik, blissfully unaware of a shimmering set of sapphire hues watching you both from the corner of the lobby.

Rhea’s plush lips pressed into a firm line as she watched the way Dominik was treating you. Locking you against the bar as he spun lie after lie about how she was just doing as he suggested. Showing you attention because he had requested she do so.

“You think she’s actually into you? Damn Y/N you’re stupider than I thought.”

Your fists balled at your sides as he continued to throw jabs your way, his words like a tone of bricks crushing you.

“This is low Dominik, even for you. And here I was thinking you’d got over it.”

Dominik’s posture faltered slightly as his gaze fixated on you, your palms darting out to shove at his chest, causing him to stumble back as you kept the distance closed.

You didn’t have to stay here and listen to him belittle you, his attitude to your words giving you the perfect out.

Placing both your palms against his chest, you reached up on your tiptoe and pressed your lips to his ear.

“You’re not the only person who could love me Dominik, move on and let me go.”

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onlyonetifosi · 1 year

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The shadow

inspired by the song "Someone to you" by Banners

The sun was shining brightly as the sound of roaring engines filled the air. The racetrack was bustling with excitement and adrenaline, and the atmosphere was electric. The Leclerc family was gathered in the stands, eagerly waiting for Charles to make his way onto the track. As the cars began to line up, the Leclerc family's excitement reached fever pitch. But amidst all the cheers and screams, one person was feeling left out - Sylvie Caroline Leclerc.

Ever since they were children, she had lived in Charles' shadow, they were born just minutes apart, but it seemed like Charles was always one step ahead of her. As the younger twin, they had always felt like they were playing second fiddle to her brother. Charles was always the one who excelled in sports, the one who got all the attention, and the one who everyone looked up to. And while the reader was happy for their brother's success, they couldn't help but feel like they were being left behind.

But today was different. Today, the reader was determined to prove to their family and the world that they were just as talented and deserving of success as Charles. Today, they were embarking on their own racing career, and they were determined to make a name for themselves.

As the race began, the reader watched intently, analyzing Charles' every move. They knew that they had a lot to learn, but they were ready for the challenge. As the laps ticked by, the reader couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. They were doing it. They were living their dream.

But as the race drew to a close, Sylvie's excitement was tempered by the realization that they would always be compared to Charles. No matter how hard they worked, no matter how much they accomplished, they would always be seen as the "other" Leclerc twin. It was a harsh truth, but it was one that the reader knew they would have to accept if they wanted to succeed.

As the Leclerc family gathered to congratulate Charles on his win, she hung back, feeling a mix of jealousy and pride. They knew that Charles deserved all the accolades he was receiving, but they couldn't help but feel like they were being left behind. They wanted to be celebrated too, to have their own moment in the spotlight.

The next few weeks were a blur of training, practice, and races. Sylvie was determined to prove themselves, and they threw themselves into their new career with all their heart and soul. But as they gained more experience, they realized that racing wasn't just about skill and talent - it was also about luck, timing, and opportunity. And while the reader was confident in their abilities, they couldn't help but feel like they were always one step behind.

As the 2020 F1 season drew to a close, the reader found themselves in the middle of a fierce competition. They were neck and neck with another driver, and they knew that every race could make or break their career. The pressure was intense, and the reader was feeling the weight of their family's expectations on their shoulders.

One day, after a particularly grueling practice session, she found herself alone with her mother. They had always been close, and she knew that they could confide in her. "Maman," they began tentatively, "I feel like I'm always living in Charles' shadow. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to shake off the feeling that I'm just the 'other' Leclerc twin."

Their maman wasn't happy either. She could see how much the competition was affecting her children, and she didn't like it. She tried to talk to Charles and Sylvie, to get them to see that they were on the same team, but it didn't seem to make much of a difference.

Their mother's expression softened, and she put a comforting hand on their shoulder. "Mon petit chou," she said in her soft French accent. "You are not just the 'other' Leclerc twin. You are your own person, with your own strengths and talents. It's natural to feel overshadowed by your brother succes, but you are as talented as him" she said hugging her not-so little girl.

"Merci maman" Sylvie thanks her while the two woman hug.

Later in the day, something unexpected happened. One of the other drivers, Sebastian Vettel, came up to Sylvie after being told by a little bird what she was feeling (little did she know her maman had told him) "You're a talented driver," he said, "and you deserve to be here just as much as anyone else."

Those words meant everything to Sylvie. For the first time, she felt seen and recognized as an individual, rather than just Charles's sister. She realized that she didn't have to prove anything to anyone but herself.

Sylvie found herself in the paddock, waiting to meet some of the other drivers. She was nervous - she had always been a bit of a wallflower, and she wasn't sure how she was going to fit in with the other drivers.

But as she stood there, waiting, she heard someone call her name. She turned around, and saw Daniel Ricciardo waving at her.

"Hey, Sylvie!" he said, jogging over to her. "I saw you race in karting a few years ago, you were really impressive."

Sylvie blushed. "Thanks," she said. "I'm trying to make a name for myself now."

"Well, you're definitely on the right track," Daniel said. "Listen, if you ever need any advice or anything, just let me know. We're all in this together, you know?"

Sylvie smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. Maybe she wasn't alone in this after all.

As the season went on, Sylvie found herself forming friendships with some of the other drivers. They would hang out in the paddock, swapping stories and advice, and Sylvie felt like she was finally starting to find her place in the racing world.

But back at home, things were still tense between her and Charles. They argued constantly, each trying to prove that they were the better racer. It seemed like there was no end in sight.

One day, their maman called them both into the kitchen. "Sit down," she said firmly. "We need to talk."

Charles and Sylvie exchanged wary glances, wondering what was coming next.

"I know that you two are very competitive with each other," their maman said. "But you need to understand that there's more to life than just racing. You're family, and you need to support each other, no matter what."

" Can I start?" Sylvie starts "Why does it always have to be about you, Charles? Can't you see that I'm just as good as you are?"

Charles shook his head in frustration. "You're just jealous because I'm the one who's had success in racing. If you were really as talented as you say you are, you would have proven it by now."

Their argument quickly escalated, and before long, the entire family was involved. Sylvie's maman tried to mediate, but both Sylvie and Charles were too stubborn to back down.

During one race, Sylvie's car spun out of control and crashed into the wall. She was shaken but unhurt, and as she climbed out of the wreckage, she saw Charles running towards her. He pulled her into a tight hug, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. "I've been a terrible brother to you. I'm so proud of you, Sylvie. You're amazing, and you deserve to be here just as much as I do, I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you," Charles said. "I know I've been a bit of a jerk."

Tears streamed down Sylvie's face as she hugged him back. "I'm sorry too," she said. "I never wanted to compete with you, Charles. I just wanted to prove to myself and to everyone else that I could do this too" She said, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders.

They spent the rest of the season racing against each other, but this time, they did it with mutual respect and support. They cheered each other on, offered advice and encouragement, and celebrated each other's successes.

Charles and Sylvie found themselves cheering each other on, despite their own individual successes and failures. They realized that they were stronger together

Other drivers on the circuit noticed the change in their dynamic, and they were impressed by the way the Leclerc siblings had overcome their differences. They approached Sylvie and Charles, offering words of praise and encouragement.

"You guys are something special," said Lewis Hamilton, the reigning world champion. "I've never seen siblings work together like this. You're an inspiration to us all."

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peachesunited · 8 months

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you have a nice day.

(/≧▽≦)/ I have a request for Hades. I already made this up (my brain is an enigma and can't be fixed), how about an Egyptian leap year goddess?

The five most outstanding great Egyptian gods (Osiris, Isis, Seth, Nephthys and Horus), only managed to be born since their mother Nut played a game of chess against Khonsu to win days and give birth to the gods, but let's say that Nut later He noticed that there was a sixth and small child, so he challenged Khonsu again, and since he did not want to lose again, he promised to make a small arrangement with the hours that were left over from the five days that he had already won, giving rise to the leap year . But Khonsu warned him that his sixth son would be the smallest and most unstable. Well, y/n is a goddess with the appearance of a teenager but she is just as old as her other brothers, and sometimes she is the strongest, the bad thing is that her own body cannot support that divine force and it is destroyed, that's why her sister Isis made her some strips of cloth that curb excess strength when she fights, and her sister Nephthys created an amulet that will help her sleep only what is necessary and wake her up, since she can also sleep for decades if her brothers forget to wake her up.

Let's say that y/n met Hades after Osiris asked him to deliver a large number of books with the log of the souls that pass through his side of the afterlife, after a small problem caused by a cataclysm in the human world that made the Souls migrate to the world of the dead massively and without order. And mistaking her for a teenager and therefore much younger than him, Hades offered her candy and a pat on the head, and/n left confused and a servant was the one who informed Hades of her true age. And / n she found Hades' attitude funny so whenever Osiris needed to take something to that side of the underworld, she asked to take the place of the person she had to go to. (she just wants free candy)

Persephone, who was the current wife of Hades, was not happy with her visits and in a mad fit of jealousy she stole her amulet and smashed it without anyone noticing, when the Egyptian goddess was enjoying a snap.

Hades went to wake up the Egyptian goddess but she did not respond, he panicked and went to the y/n brothers, who noticed that her amulet was not there. And somehow Persephone was betrayed, Hades had enough and asked for a divorce from her, Persephone had done the same or worse to the nymph Minthe just because she liked to play board games with the ruler of the underworld.

Coming back with y/n, she couldn't wake up because her body got too used to the call of the amulet and now only Apep's roar could wake her up. The problem was that only Ra knew where that colossal monster was, and old Ra went on a trip without notifying where he was going.

-Hades heard a knock on his office door and he groaned, “What?” the door opened, and he saw a stack of books instead of a person.

-He sighed softly, rubbing his temples in anguish, seeing more logbooks from Osiris.

-There had been a great calamity on earth, wiping out millions of people, and when they all descended, there was no order, the souls just filling in whatever room they could fit in, going to the different areas of the dead.

-Osiris, Hades, La Muerte and the other gods of the dead had been dealing with nonstop paperwork, trying to get all of the souls organized where they needed to be.

-Hades rubbed his eyes, his mask laying nearby, “Just put them over there.”

-He froze when he heard a little voice speak up, “Here? Okay!” he looked over and his eyes widened, not seeing Osiris or any of the other Egyptian gods that had been delivering the logs, instead seeing a little petite goddess, who only looked to be about fifteen or so.

-You blinked when you saw that he was staring before you smiled warmly at him, “Brother Osiris asked me to deliver these for you, since the others are stuck over in Hel’s area.”

-He nodded softly, sighing, feeling only a bit annoyed that you were being forced to help, not wanting a child to deal with this mess.

-He waved you over and you trotted over, the large amulet around your neck making a small clanging noise and you were surprised when he reached up and patted your head, like you were a child, “Thank you for bringing these to me.” he then gave you a lollipop and asked you to shut the door behind you when you left.

-You scratched your cheek lightly after you did as you were told, before unwrapping the lollipop, finding it was blue raspberry flavored and you headed back to Osiris.

-Charon passed you in the hall, a bit confused on where you got candy before he entered his lord’s office with a large pot of coffee, finding him rubbing his eyes, looking at the pile of new logbooks, “Where did these ones come from?”

-Hades sighed softly, “That little Egyptian goddess, I’m not sure of her name but Osiris made her deliver these since the others are having issues. A child shouldn’t have to deal with something like this.”

-Charon chuckled softly, setting the coffee down to prepare a cup, “That was Y/N, she’s the youngest of Nut, but despite being the youngest, she’s the same age as Lord Osiris.”

-Hades turned on him, blinking in confusion, you looked so young!

-Charon explained while organizing some of the paperwork while Hades downed the first cup of coffee, that you were known as the ‘leap year goddess’, which explains your youthful appearance, as a leap year only comes around every 4 years, but you were just as old as your other siblings.

-Hades couldn’t help but smile, three days later, when you returned with another stack of books, as you liked his attitude towards you, you liked being doted on like a child sometimes, and you knew he had good candy.

-He invited you to rest before heading back to your brother, as the work was slowing down, just a bit, and he noticed your amulet glow just for a moment, but you weren’t bothered by it.

-He motioned at it, “May I ask what that is, Y/N?” you looked down at the amulet with a smile on your face, “Since my body is very weak, I tend to sleep a lot, as in I could sleep for years if my brother’s forgot about me. This helps wake me up so that doesn’t happen!”

-Hades chuckled, despite your age being the same, you were rather childlike, but you were enjoyable, Hades began to like you, in a sibling type of way, thinking quietly to himself that he didn’t have a sister like you.

-You thanked Hades after he gave you another lollipop plus an extra to give to Osiris, and you skipped out, a happy smile on your face, passing by a very pretty woman, giving her a warm smile as you passed, not knowing who that was.

-Persephone had seen you around before, she knew of you, she knew that you were older than you looked, and she started to grow jealous over the time you spent with her husband.

-You were unaware of the looming storm surrounding Persephone.

-Two days later you were carrying another stack of logbooks, barely able to peek over the top and you heard a sweet voice, “Oh- let me help!” you turned to see Persephone, giving her a bright smile as you thanked her as she carefully took some of the logs, carefully snatching your amulet as well without you noticing.

-Once outside Hades’ office, a servant came to Persephone, “My lady there is an emergency!” you thanked her as she returned the books, for her help and she opened the door for you, rushing off with her servant.

-Hades greeted you kindly, thanking you for what he hoped would be the last of the logbooks.

-You yawned quietly, and he waved his hand over to the sofa, “Take a quick nap before you head back, Y/N.” you thanked him and headed over and laid down, instantly falling asleep.

-Hours later, Hades was jolted when he looked up from his paperwork, still seeing you there asleep and he quickly got up, calling out your name.

-When you didn’t respond he resorted to shaking you, trying to get you to respond, frowning before he froze, seeing that your amulet was gone!!

-Your brothers freaked out when Hades ran in to Osiris’ office, holding your sleeping body, piggyback style, deep asleep.

-Your brothers tried everything, splashing you with water, yelling in your ears, nothing worked until Osiris shouted, “Bring Apep! His roar will definitely do the trick!!”

-However, it was discovered Apep was nowhere to be found, the same with Ra, who would be the only one to know where Apep was!!

-A knock came to the door and in stepped a little maid, one Hades recognized as one of his own, holding a bundle in her arms, her right cheek purple with a nasty bruise.

-She bowed and handed over the bundle, revealing the shattered amulet and although furious, Hades spoke calmly to the maid, demanding to know what happened.

-She explained that Persephone was jealous of you, of your visits with Hades, and she stole and broke your amulet, knowing you would fall deep asleep. Persephone had promised the maid help with her younger brother, who was very sick, but refused to do so, slapping her and told her to get rid of the amulet pieces.

-Hades was furious, immediately returning home, roaring out Persephone’s name in fury, scaring the other servants, even Charon, who had never seen his lord so furious before.

-Hades had cause, having called Zeus as well, to divorce her, after announcing her crimes, when she saw the maid peeking out from behind Hades, she tried to scream at the maid, but Hades defended her and Zeus took his daughter back, returning her to her mother, grounding her.

-Odin was called to locate Ra, who was also with Apep, relaxing on a sunny beach, ignoring their work, having a day off from everything except for sunbathing together in a rare moment of peace.

-Ra was furious when he found out what had happened to you, immediately returning home with Apep in tow.

-Nephthys was working on making a new amulet for you, which was almost done by the time Ra returned, but you needed to be awake before she could put it on you.

-Apep, grumpy that his vacation had been cut short, roared loudly, shaking the room all around everyone in attendance.

-You stirred, like you had just been nudged slightly, before you sat up, yawning lightly, “Oh Apep! Did you have fun on vacation?” he couldn’t bring himself to yell at you, just leaving the room, wanting to go back to the beach, Ra following after him after patting your head lightly.

-You were stunned to learn that Persephone had done and what had happened while you were asleep, apologizing for the trouble, but nobody, your family or Hades, refused to let you apologize, as it wasn’t your fault.

-You wanted to keep helping your brother and Hades, even though the paperwork mess had finally been dealt with, so to appease you, Osiris gave you the job of running paperwork between the Greek and Egyptian pantheons for Hades and him, which made you cheer, as it meant you still got candy, which made Hades laugh warmly.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades

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littlelynx22 · 1 month

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🩷✨Aria✨🩷

Info

Aria/Ariana is the daughter of HuskerDust

She lives in the hotel with..

Charlie (Auntie)

Vaggie (Auntie)

Husk (Father/Dad)

Angel (Pa/Papa)

Alsotor (Uncle)

Nifty (Firend)

Lucifer (Uncle)

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Name: Ariana~Dusk

Pronounce: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nickname:

Sweet Pea, Feathers, Honey-Pie (Angel)

Sweetie, Kiddo, lil Wings (Husk)

Cutie Pie, Ari, Fluff Ball (Vaggie & Charlie)

Lil Feathers, Petite Ar, lil Fellow (Alsotor)

Rockstar, Wings, Mini Angel (Lucifer)

Feathers, Fa-Fa, Lil Ang, Buttons (Cherri Bomb)

Buttons, Hearts, Prankster (Sir Pinches)

Ms.Ari, Ariana, Wings, Mini Husk (Nifty)

Likes

LOVES PANCAKES 🥞

Jazz

LOVES SUSHI 🍣

Flirting (Not all the time)

Italian Food

Her Dads (HuskerDust)

Her family

Wearing Casual Clothes

Tank tops

Boots

Being a Stripper (Like Angel)

Her Freedom

Half Cat-Spider Appearance

Dancing

Listen to Music

Drawing

Writing

Reading

LOVES Pranks

Color Purple/Pink

Cooking

Gambling (she always WINS)

Magic Shows (Her Father's)

Watch people in pain/suffer (being Psycho)

Fashion

Velvet (The from the V’s)

Dealing with other people’s souls/fear

Parties

LOVES Whiskey (Age of 20)

Dislikes

The V's (Valentino & Vox)

Valentino (Angels Boss)

Travis

Vox

Her feet (her feet look like Angel Dust)

Treated like a pet

People being fake

Mimzy bringing trouble

Being treated like a pet

Cat instincts

People annoying her

People cheating (Gambling)

Memorizing scripts

Anyone else ending up like her

Niffty getting into trouble/handling weapons

Depression

Uncle Alsotor Deals

Loud Noises

Abilities

Retractable Arms/Wings - Aria has a third set of arms that she keeps hidden and only uses them as her last resort and Uses her wings at any given time, place or When she needs them

Flight - Thanks to her large pair of retractable avian wings, Aria is capable of flight, Though, it has been stated that she doesn't fly often like her father Husk

Sensitivity - She can sense incoming storms, danger or a threat from a mile away

Bilingualism- Speaks Italian, Spanish, Japanese and Russian fluently as for English

Flexibility - Aria demonstrates some impressive flexibility as she is able to remove chains that were restraining her with ease, as well as pole dancing

Skilled Combatant - Aria uses her cards to fight, acting as a sharp weapon for melee and throwing projectiles, and using dice acting like grenades.

Personality

She's a very quick learner when it comes to combat or anything she learns, she loves to hangout by herself or with fat nuggets or her family. She's Speshel in her own ways, when she gets angry or annoyed she'll act like Husk and when she's excited or up going she's like Angel Dust.

She is very confident, sometimes bold, she'll be a good person when she wants to be, but she's mostly chill or out going and when people get on her bad side she'll turn into a demon like cat about the size of Bee(Helluva Boss) and she'll kill anyone who getting her way or who causes pain to others.

When she's with her family she's happy and and loved, but when Angel takes her to Work with him she will not hesitate to kill Valentino and Vox, but Not Vellevet cause she thinks she's kinda chill.

As Aria starts training she goes to Camilla Carmine as her combat teacher and friend, she'll go to Rosey and just see how things are going and if she needs anything, but back at the hotel when she's with Alsotor she's a bit of Husk when she goes near him, she's not scared or him {Maybe just a bit} but she doesn't show it at all so she can be strong.

Ariana on her days off or when she needs a break she’ll go with her “Auntie” Cherri Bomb to blow buildings up (Valentino’s Clubs) go out and causes a ruckus, sit and chill with her and have fun to reales her anger when she’s with Cherri.

When Aria is with Velvet she's just chill and she only comments on the fashion only, she'll kinda make fun of them, but She's just Aria she just likes to see others misrible only when it's convenient, but with Velvet or Vel as her nickname from Aria she's only there to help with fashion then leave.

Characteristics

Goth Girl

Easily Annoyed

Protective

Funny/Fun

Chill

Feeling Loved by family

Sassy

Has Attitude

Happy (Optional)

Kind/Carring

Smart

Skilled

#hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #huskerdust #huskerdustchild

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what-even-is-thiss · 1 year

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Rough draft of thing currently 2560 words

Patroclus had once been a prince. His father often said that he was too gentle. A man ought to stand up for himself, his father said. So when another boy had attempted to attack him for a toy, he had pushed him away just a little too hard hoping to impress his father and the other boy had hit his head on a rock.

Apparently standing up for oneself didn’t extend to accidental manslaughter. A boy who murders isn’t worthy to be a prince. So, he wouldn’t be allowed to be a prince anymore. For his father to keep himself safe, it was necessary for Patroclus to be sent away. He was sent to Phthia.

Peleus had heard that other than this accident, the former prince had been a gentle child, even to a fault. Peleus also hoped deep within his soul that this would perhaps erase some of his own sins. And the boy was two years older than Achilles, who was eight years old now and in need of a companion. The boy had rejected every other child that had been assigned to him as a friend and assistant. Maybe another prince, an older boy, would impress him.

Achilles was impressed, but not for any of the reasons anyone thought he was impressed.

Achilles found himself staring at the other boy’s curly black hair and large handsome nose for reasons he couldn’t articulate. Partially because he was never very good at words, and partially because the force causing him to stare hadn’t fully activated yet.

Patroclus, looking at Achilles, only saw a spoiled little boy from a wealthier kingdom. He always asked to wrestle, to race. Patroclus was physically stronger than the demigod, so he usually ended up winning their little games that had to do with wrestling or brute force. He was encouraging, but unyielding. Haunted and quiet beyond his years.

Before Patroclus had been sent away, his father had gotten letters back from various kings he had sent word to. He had chosen to send his son to Phthia because of the unusual promise that Patroclus would be a mentor to a demigod. Son of Thetis. Make up for your murder by turning him into a good man. Though he is born of a goddess, you are older. Make sure he listens to you. Make yourself useful, boy. If I learn you are tossed aside I will never forgive myself.

Achilles retained his supernatural precision. He was fast and accurate. Patroclus joined the prince at his lessons. His own hands felt stupid next to the younger boy, playing the lyre with an elegance rarely seen even in court musicians, practice fighting with the soldiers, almost always winning even though he was both eight years old and not particularly strong for his age. His dodging was perfect, his energy seemingly endless. Patroclus was unsure what he could teach this kid.

A year passed. Achilles still liked sitting very close to Patroclus during meals and when King Peleus told the boys stories in the evening for reasons he couldn’t articulate and Patroclus had begun to warm up to his new home ever so slightly. Already he found himself struggling to find his father and mother’s faces in his memory, even the boy he had accidentally sent falling to the rocks sat behind his eyes less often.

One evening before dinner Patroclus had climbed to the roof of the palace. He sometimes went up here during the times when Achilles was off on his prince specific lessons. Peleus would pull Achilles aside and bring him along to meet with generals, go to the docks to inspect the ships, meet with tax collectors, hear petitions from nobles, schmooze with important visitors, and other mundane things a king was expected to do for his city.

Patroclus looked over the walled city and the bay beyond, the hills on the other side looking like dark ghosts in the light of the growing dusk. He liked brooding here, an important activity for a preteen to engage in from time to time. Especially one who had been excised from his homeland.

It was during this general brooding and looking out at the bay that he noticed something with his young eyes. A woman climbed out of the water. A woman unlike anything he’d ever seen. A woman who looked like any other woman. A woman who was more than a woman somehow. Her dress was dry and she walked out of the water like it was air.

As he looked over the bay to get a closer look at her, a loud horn almost frightened him off of the roof.

At the sound of the horn, suddenly a great sound of movement shuffled through the palace, as if everyone was getting ready for a great feast. Soon someone was yelling for him. A royal guard.

Patroclus yelled down. “Yes?”

“The queen is here, sir. The king and the prince will both expect you to meet her.”

Patroclus had never thought to ask questions about where the queen was. Queens and women in general died in childbirth often. Achilles never spoke of her. He had expected that this meant he had never met her, therefore he had no attachment to the idea of a mother. Or if they were telling the truth about him being a demigod and this wasn’t just some fiction that the king had come up with to make his family seem important, gods almost always abandoned their mortal lovers. There was absolutely no way that a goddess would live day to day within the palace of a mortal king. Especially one with such small amounts of land.

No, it turned out. Achilles pulled Patroclus through the palace by his hand, just a bit too fast for the former prince.

“Mother will want to meet you.” Achilles said.

The prince’s serious tone was worrying.

A manservant ran a comb through Patroclus’ curly hair a bit too fast and pulled painfully at his roots. He was stuffed into sandals and a tunic with embroidery on the edges with a proper belt in place. Actual color, green and yellow. Such luxury he hadn’t experienced since he had left his home.

As he walked in step behind Achilles he started to hear echoes of a scattered argument down the hallway.

“You’re the one who…”

“...Didn’t consult me”

“How am I supposed to kno- oh, Achilles. Patroclus. There you are, boys.”

It was the woman who had crawled out of the ocean. Her black eyes were difficult to look at directly. He seemed to be the only one that found this to be difficult.

Achilles hugged her and kissed her quite formally.

“It’s good to see you, mother.” he said.

She picked him up as if he was still a toddler.

“And you, my little godling.”

“Mother, I’m not a baby.”

She put him down and eyed Patroclus with suspicion. Patroclus was suddenly incredibly aware of his own limbs and pointed nose. Every microexpression on his face, along with the one facial hair he had on the edge of his chin that he hadn’t cut or plucked.

“I am Thetis. My husband tells me that you killed a boy, as he once did.”

Patroclus’ eyes darted involuntarily to Peleus, who just looked annoyed.

“Oh, you never told him, did you?”

“Mother?” Achilles asked.

“Bad timing to bring it up, Thetis.” Peleus said. “I was exiled myself, once. I killed my own brother in a hunting accident.”

“That’s one way to put it.” Thetis said. “Anyways, I’m here to stay for now. You will be sitting with me at dinner.”

She pointed at Achilles.

“And Patroclus.” Achilles said, going for his friend’s hand.

“If you must, little godling.” Thetis said.

Achilles quickly pulled Patroclus away by the arm as Thetis and Peleus walked off to their chambers.

The boys sat in a patch of grass beneath the palace walls, waiting for dinner. They picked up bits of grass and shredded them with their nails as they talked.

“You never mentioned your mother.” Patroclus said.

Achilles shrugged. “I dunno. She hasn’t been away this long before. Not since I was a baby. I figured she had gone forever.”

In the coming months, Patroclus learned the cycle that Achilles had internalized from birth. Most days, Peleus and Thetis, most days, worked. They spoke, they laughed, even. They looked at each other in ways that parents do only in your wildest daydreams.

Thetis tended to ignore Patroclus, while Peleus still tended to speak to him like a second tier son. Worthy of attention, attached to Achilles by necessity, but not his heir.

Most days, things were as they had been, but now Thetis was there. Patroclus became used to her slightly mind-bending appearance just like everyone else did. His mind and heart adjusted until her underlying divinity just became another quirk of her personality. One that often led to her butting heads with her husband.

Most days, things worked. Some days, they didn’t. Achilles seemed to find a tiny amount of satisfaction from the fact that Patroclus was often now also the subject of their arguments. Still though, the arguments tended to be over Achilles, over little differences between gods and mortals, things that seemed like common sense to one, being an unspeakable horror to the other.

Patroclus learned to react to their screaming matches the same way that everyone else in the palace, including Achilles, did. Looking somewhere, anywhere, other than the screaming couple. Especially when they were arguing about him.

Thetis saw Patroclus as a fully mortal murderer. Which was factually accurate. Patroclus grew thankful on the most days. The days where everything seemed to work perfectly. When he sat at the feet of Peleus and Thetis while Achilles sat between them. When Thetis acted like he didn’t exist. When Peleus mussed up his hair and Achilles always lost to him in wrestling and always won against him in racing. When stories from the Argo above the seas and the Nairiads’ caves beneath them were told around the hearth and the dinner table.

On some days, Thetis did look at him, and he always became overly aware of his own limbs, the divine anger that would boil his blood if her son didn’t like him for a reason that nobody could figure out. She hated immensely that her son wasn’t capable of wrestling a boy two years his elder.

On some days, Patroclus witnessed the cycle come to its logical extreme. On some days, the process carried itself out in the dead of night.

It wouldn’t be most days. The queen would yell about something. About her son not beating another boy in a contest, about Peleus insisting that the boys could not survive at the bottom of the ocean, about how she didn’t like the new more muted colors of the curtains in the dining hall, and Pelus would meet her volume with some volume of his own, meeting her exactly where she was.

And the queen would go diving back into the sea, yelling along the way about how she would never ever return. All of the citizens, slaves, and free men of the kingdom stepped out of her way. The tides along the shore would grow supernaturally high and lap at the edge of the city walls.

Usually she returned a day or two later, and everything returned to a relative normal the next morning. Sometimes she didn’t return for weeks.

A year in, she didn’t return for over a month. Before she had left, she had slapped Patroclus for bruising Achilles during a wrestling game and partially knocked out one of his last remaining baby teeth, leaving it hanging off by one root, swinging around in his mouth like it was on a string.

Achilles, now on the edge of adolescence himself, had invited Patroclus to sit in his bed, wiped his hands off on his tunic, and then reached into Patroclus’ mouth himself and yanked the tooth out with his own fingers. The taste of blood was familiar now as Achilles pressed the tooth into the other boy’s hand.

“I’m sorry she did that to you.” Achilles said.

The demigod still wasn’t very good with words. It took weeks or years of listening to his short sentences to read between them. Patroclus had learned over time to know what he meant.

“You’re not your parents, you know.” Patroclus said.

Achilles shook his head. “Can I show you a secret?” he asked.

“Of course.”

Achilles reached into his little leather purse attached to his belt and pulled out a piece of string and a knife which he unsheathed. At first Patroclus didn’t understand what was going on as Achilles tied up his wavy shining hair like he was getting ready for combat, but he figured it out as Achilles handed him the knife and said “Stab me right here.”

He pulled back his tunic a bit and gestured to his left collarbone, right above his heart.

“Are you crazy? No.” Patroclus said. “I’m supposed to protect you, idiot. Not kill you.”

“No, do it do it do it.” Achilles said, disturbingly treating it with the same tone he treated racing around the olive orchards.

“No!”

Achilles laughed at Patroclus and grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife. Patroclus could’ve overpowered him here, but he didn't. Instead he let Achilles guide the knife to his face, where it just poked at him like a finger, then to his neck, where it didn’t even leave a dent. Then to the point above his heart again.

“Do it.” Achilles said, a stupid grin on his face.

Patroclus took a breath, pulled his hand back, and stabbed with all his might. The skin didn’t break

“Ah,” Achilles said in pain. “Ouch.”

But the skin was still intact even as a red bruise slowly began to form.

Patroclus tested the knife on his own finger. It was sharp and pulled a drop of blood.

“How?” Patroclus asked.

Achilles tangled his legs up with the other boy on the bed, the way they did whenever they played games with their hands or read two different scrolls in silence, seated on the floor of the library rather than at the tables.

“Do you know how you make a mortal immortal?” he asked.

“No. Do you?”

“You rub a baby all over in ambrosia and put them to sleep in a fire. If they’re strong, it only takes three days. If they’re weak, they die. If their father pulls them out of the fire right before they start to burn up,”

He gently moved Patroclus’ hand with the knife in it to his ankle, then moved the knife slowly back to his heel, with something on it that Patroclus had thought was a birthmark, but he now realized was a burn scar, and as the knife scraped against the scar, it drew a small line of blood.

“You get me.” said Achilles. “Don’t tell anyone.”

Patroclus had never realized before how the earliest days of manhood had changed the smell around the other boy. He smelled like dirt and clean sand, supernaturally cold like a foggy morning. Like sweat and rain all at once. He sheathed the knife.

“I swear on the gods.” Patroclus said. “I will never tell anyone.”

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koremakaria · 4 months

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Wish (Gingerrose Holiday Prompts)

Commander Rose Tico stepped inside a dimly lit turbolift that seemed to be moving upward without end. Arrth-Eno Custodial Complex II stood tall on the planet Coruscant and housed the most high profile prisoners. Darth Sidious destroyed the original building during the Galactic Civil War in a bid to rid himself of the detained Rebel spies but in the end the Empire did not win. Hoping to rise from the ashes of the fallen Empire, the First Order birthed a new army and started a new war. But like their predecessor, the First Order suffered the same fate.

Defeated by the Light.

With the collapsed of the First Order, the New Republic faced a new dilemma … being overrun by defeated enemies. What to do with your former enemies? Some called for their execution to pay for the war crimes committed. Some called for mercy and rehabilitation believing that there was good in every soul. And some fell somewhere in between.

Rose couldn’t really say for certain where she fit in. Some days she wanted all of them to die. Why should they live when they had hurt so many? But then on other days … well.

It was complicated.

Many prison complexes across the galaxy such as the Arrth-Eno were rebuilt to accommodate and house these defeated enemies as the New Republic contemplated their next political move.

The turbolift slowed then halted. The door slid open and Rose made her way down the lone corridor to an armored officer manning a station of security switches.

“Commander Tico,” the armored officer saluted her rank.

“I’m here to see prisoner Armitage Hux,” Rose spoke with a sort of satisfaction at the turn of events. The former General, at one point, had her on her knees while he ordered her execution.

But now … now things were different.

Rose was free as bird while the former General was detained at a maximum security facility. She couldn’t resist the small smile. She shouldn’t take pleasure at the misfortune of another but for Armitage Hux … she’d make an exception.

The officer punched in a few code and the large door slid open. They walked inside and reached another locked cell. This one held one very important prisoner.

Before the officer put in a clearance code he turned to the petite commander. “Are you sure you don’t want a blaster with you, commander. This prisoner … he’s dangerous.”

“I’m sure. You may return to your post, Sergeant. I need to talk to the prisoner, privately,” said Rose.

“Roger that, Commander,” the officer dutifully pressed a series of code before the locks clicked and the steel door slid open. Commander Tico stepped inside and the door closed behind her with a thud and a loud clicked indicating that the locks were back in their intended location.

Armitage Hux, the loathsome general of the now defeated First Order, sat on a steel bench with his back resting up against the steel wall of his cell.

His ankles shackled. His wrists bound together in front of him with a pair of binders.

Another wave of satisfaction washed over her. This was good. The light side triumphed.

Hux slowly opened his eyes. He never had visitors but then again this particular meeting was long overdue. Commander Tico stood stiffly before him with her arms crossed and a prominent frown on her face.

“I wish you wouldn’t be so cross. That frown is quite unbecoming … to be perfectly honest with you.” Hux’s voice was dispassionate giving a mirage that he was unconcern about the visit from an official representative of the New Republic.

“Oh shut up!” Rose seethed loudly, stepping closer to the prisoner.

Despite his height, the fact that he was sitting down meant that he had to tilt his head back to look up at the approaching petite woman. A moment of complete silence passed between them.

“Commander Tico. I know why you’re here. And more importantly what the New Republic wants,” Hux dragged his vowels with the mention of the new government.

Rose quietly seethed and simply stared at the fallen enemy before her. Rose was here on behalf of the new government. Her superiors had made a decision and she was just doing her job complying with her order. Following through with her new mission.

“You wish that Pryde’s blaster had pierced my beskar armor.” Hux asked as Rose continued to glare down at him.

“Yes, I wish that.”

Hux bit his lower lip to prevent a victorious smile. Finally, Commander Rose was being honest.

“You wish that you could just kill me here, right now, without consequence.”

“Yes, the thought did cross my mind.”

“You wish that I was an insignificant fallen enemy … that I was not a spy … that I had no role in your victory over the First Order.”

“Yes!”

Rose shouted then heaved out a big sigh. She hated this man. How could he be so … so condescending and arrogant when he’s cuffed and detained inside a maximum security facility?

Hux stifled another smile. It was too easy.

“Let’s hear it then … what are the terms of the New Republic?”

“Full cooperation. We want to know everything you know about the First Order, the weapon systems, trainings, battle plans and especially the names of your former associates.”

“Another wish of yours?” Hux asked sardonically.

That was when Rose lost her self-control and jump on the steel bench with her hands on Hux’s neck effectively strangling the prisoner. She shrieked out of pure frustration.

Hux had limited means of self-protection given that his ankles and wrists were bound and the attack was unexpected. He successfully scooted back but ended up in a corner of his cell.

“I’m done playing your stupid game! So, I’ll ask again. Will. You. Cooperate!!!??”

“Alright! I’ll cooperate!” Hux managed to wheeze out with his windpipe crushed by two small but very very very strong hands. Rose applied more pressure on Hux’s neck out of sheer spite before willing herself to let go.

“Ahhhh. Dank Ferrik!” Rose promptly stood up with her hands fisted tight over her chest as she paced the cell’s floor.

“You crazy woman!” Hux brought up his bound wrists up so that his hands could pat away the pain. Then he brought up his legs and folded them against his chest in a fetal position.

Rose couldn’t believe her luck. That the council would assign this mission to her. That in the foreseeable future she’d be working with this demented, arrogant, self-importance fallen enemy to extract information in order to aid the fledging new government.

“That’s right, I’m crazy,” Rose stopped pacing the cell and returned to face her new partner, “we’re going to be working together. That is … you’re going to confess EVERYTHING to me. Soooo … the next time you play your stupid game,” Rose raised one fist in front of Hux’s face and he instinctively recoiled back, “remember this!”

This was not how Hux had imagined the negotiation for his release. Shouldn’t the New Republic send someone professional? At least someone sane.

Hux chanced a look at Commander Tico. Kriffing A.

He was in trouble.

#armitage hux #rose tico #fanfiction #gingerrosevss #gingerrose

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the-gothmother-writes · 10 months

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| 🤍 Starstruck | Character Intro: Felicity DuNoir |

/ I bet on Losing dogs / I know they're losing and I pay for my place / By the ring / where I'll be looking in their eyes as they fall / I'll be there on their side / I'm losing on their side /

Thirty-two consecutive fouettés.

The black floor of the dance hall was littered with lounging bodies. All whispering amongst themselves, giggling over inside jokes, earbuds plugged into their ears.

The instructor had announced that today of all days would be individual, one on one instruction. Most dancers had already taken their turns and were now basking in the rare gift of down time.

Thirty-two consecutive fouettés.

The giant mirror flickered with fluid shadow. A leg whipped around, propelling the shadow in a controlled spin. A single, dark braid snapped through the air like a black flag caught in a gust.

Thirty-two consecutive fouettés.

That was how many spins Felicity needed to achieve to perfect Odile’s variation. As any ballerina could attest, even the professionals, the dance of the Black Swan was no easy feat. Especially not for a seventeen year old who wasn’t even out of secondary school.

So… that was all the more reason to do it, and do it right.

Her head snapped back into place with each turn, staring her own reflection down and she forced herself to ignore the buzzing nausea licking at the edges of her brain. Her nerves told her body “just one more time,” every time and her body was starting to doubt their lies. Her shins burned, toes ached, and every muscle in her legs and glutes protested her steely resolve in true Francais fashion. But she refused to give into their demands.

Thirteen…

Fourteen…

Fifteen…

The lights grew colder, sparks of red and yellow flaring up like fire as her breaths strained to stay even. With each new spin, her chiffon skirt thrashed with brand new feathers that she could almost hear flutter as the wind whipped in her ear. The whine of a distant melody laced the gusts, an echo of her very soul.

A shadow eclipsed the mirror.

Her breath began to shake, muscles trembling. Her skin pricked when a chill passed through her. Just past her reflection… she could’ve sworn she’d seen his harsh eyes staring back. His heavy brow furrowed as he counted each fouetté she completed. His bulbous nose wrinkled with disapproval. The music lacing the wind in her ears coiled into a critical hiss.

Suddenly it wasn’t her own voice counting.

Twenty-three…

Twenty-four…

The chill seized her heart, stomach twisting with dread—

“Regarde la… She’s trying to win Jaskier back.”

The maliciously sharp giggle cut through her concentration, her foot dropping back onto the black floor. She seethed as if it’d burnt, instantly raising her pointe again to try and save it… but as she looked back at her reflection she knew it was too late.

She darted a bruised look from the corner of her eye at the source of the covert snicker. Claire… Her skin flushed, heart clutching at the sight of the petite girl. Claire’s caramel hair she insisted still counted as blonde glinted in the harsh lights of the dance hall, her lips wide to bear her teeth as she giggled politely with her cluster of friends.

They weren’t looking at Felicity… or were they? Were those fleeting looks beneath thick lashes for her? Those private murmurs… sharp grins?

Claire sent Felicity another, bright-eyed look and smiled sweetly at her. Felicity’s heart stole another quiet beat and her stomach pooled with nauseous uncertainty. That sugar coated smile… it leered at her. Challenging her to defy it. Oh she wanted to… She almost narrowed her gaze but before her eyes could twitch, her instincts panicked and she smiled back instead. Some cowardly, submissive smile that made her cheeks flush with shame.

The exchange seemed to satisfy Claire, maybe even amuse her, and she darted another grin at her friend lounging on the gym floor with her.

Their attention strayed away from Felicity, leaving her drained… or maybe that was just her body begging to collapse after such an extraneous workout.

She’d made it to twenty-five.

Unacceptable.

#Spotify #writeblr #readerblr #writing #original manuscript #chapter excerpt #original character #oc #to the stars and back #starstruck #Felicity DuNoir #Lissy #she's everything to meeee #🤍🤍🫶🏻🫶🏻😫😫

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veariy · 8 months

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"Come here, little bun...let me show you what the world is really like outside the Woods..." ~ Zori

Zori's Musings Part 1

He sighed softly as the drawer closed to his desk, papers ruffled in his hands. Zori leaned back, the chair creaking as he did so. He tsked and reminded himself to replace the old thing once more. Long legs swung up onto the desk, the solid wood beneath thumping as he rested his boots, one crossed over the other.

The papers were laid in front of him, forgotten for a moment. A job he’d been asked to do, insignificant in comparison to his current predicament. Well, to him, at least.

Zori closed his eyes and placed a hand over them, the light disappearing and plunging him into the darkness he felt most comfortable in.

She wouldn’t leave his conscious, dancing as she did through his every thought. She’d come into his life like a whirlwind months ago. Fresh out of the woods, naive to the world outside. Emotionally injured from the unjust treatment she’d received from those who should have protected her. He growled softly as he remembered her tale. The very notion that man would have…he stopped himself. Zori swung his legs back down and sat forward, face falling into his hands. White hair-tinged teal blue brushed his fingertips.

He shouldn’t care this much. She should just be another client. Another person drifting through the endless mess that was his life.

But he did.

He cared, and with every day that went by, it increased incrementally more. She was strong, loving, funny, and compassionate. Even with everything she’d been through. Things a weaker soul would have let destroy them. Yet she pushed on.

She didn’t fully trust him yet; he understood that. Her past made her wary of any Viera males, whether they were outcasts or not. He looked up and templed his fingers, resting his chin on them.

He’d win her over.

He had to. At this point, he didn’t have another choice. She’d wound herself entirely around his soul, heart, and mind. Zori smirked; she didn’t even realize what she’d done, oblivious to any flirting or affection.

He’d tried; oh, he had tried. But every time, she’d look at him like he was insane and laugh innocently, thinking he was joking. She couldn’t grasp the idea that someone would love her as she was.

He paused, his silvery white eyes narrowing. What had just leaped to the forefront, that word. The word he swore he’d never use after his previous relationship had ended. He’d been used and tossed aside. It had never been real, at least, from that- he stopped that train of thought. This time was different. He could tell she was sincere. There was something about her, the way she talked and acted around others. He knew in the depths of his being that she would never betray those she cared for.

He chuckled softly in remembrance. Lo to those who betrayed her first. He’d seen what happened when someone threatened her or anyone she’d adopted as her sudo family. They earned the tip of her exceptionally sharp scythe.

She was incredible.

Zori shook his head and stood, hands placed firmly on the desk. Papers still laid where he’d put them initially. He needed to focus, this job needed to be done if they wanted more Gil flowing in. As he was about to begin reading through the brief, the door to his office slammed open, and a small figure rushed in.

Black hair tipped with white that shone with a dark purple hue waved around her. Fiery violet eyes glowed softly with emotions deep within, and her lips were turned upward in a smirk. Delicate hands were placed on her hips, and she raised a soft brow.

By the Twelve, she was beautiful and didn’t even see it.

He stood straight, towering over her unusually petite frame for a Viera female. Zori crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head.

“Vea, to what do I owe the pleasure, small one?” He teased her, an act that was quickly becoming his favorite pastime.

She frowned then and narrowed her eyes. She could never quite pull off threatening with him, but he’d die before telling her that.

“I’ll let that slide for now, as I have more pressing matters to attend to.” She shook her head softly and looked back up at him.

“Oh? And what would that be?” His tone didn’t change, still teasing.

She huffed and let her arms drop in exasperation. “I require your blade. I’ll explain on the way. Come on.” She whipped around, and out the door she went.

He stood there for a moment in a daze. It was always like this. Of course, he’d never said no, and she’d grown used to him following her.

Zori shrugged and smirked as he walked around his desk to grab his blade propped up by the door.

“Oh, my little Vea, you’ll be the death of me someday.” He chuckled and ran after her disappearing form.

#ffxiv viera #gposers #viera #reshade #gpose #kyrencinematic #ffxiv oc #ffxiv original character #oc lore

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sp-ce-doll · 2 years

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"Brunito."

Bruno Madrigal x Chubby!Fem!Reader (Part 2)

Request from: @estoniacobaltpayne

MINORS DNI!!!! 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Fatphobia, body dysmorphia, angst, slight reader backstory, and Alma is very mean. Sorry if you don’t like the color yellow, but it’s my fave. SFW.

Synopsis: Reader has dinner with the Madrigals and it goes…about how you think it would.

A/N: Heeeeeeey, looks who’s back from their weed comaaaa! SPOILER ALERT!!! There’s a cliffhanger. That’s right, mamacitas, it’s going to be a trilogy! Please comment if you think the next part should include or exclude some spicy content! Thank you for reading!!

Today, it was your turn to sweat bullets.

Dinner with Bruno went fabulously, and you two were practically inseparable ever since. Bruno would visit you almost daily, always bringing you little things that he thought would make you smile. Last week, he needle-felted a pair of rat dolls – one with an adorable little yellow sun hat and the other with a green poncho. A few days ago, he brought over his tiple and played you a little tune he wrote about what it would be like to be a bird. Today, he was bringing you to dinner at La Casita.

It wasn’t that you disliked the Madrigals; it was the opposite really. You loved catching up with Mirabel and Dolores. You brought Luisa lunch a few times a week, so she had to take a break from her chores. Isabela and Pepa have even saved your personal garden on more than a handful of occasions. The entire familia Madrigal was delightful, but you’ve never been with them all together. The thought of going before your cariño’s family and being judged by them all in one room terrified you. What if they didn’t think you were good enough for their family? What if his mother disapproved of your relationship? Bruno loves his family and is very loyal – he would leave you no doubt if they asked.

Today you had to dress to impress.

You decided to wear a bright yellow, three-panel skirt that you hand-embroidered with the story of your family’s immigration to the Encanto, pairing it with a white off-the-shoulder blouse with puffy sleeves. You threw your hair into a classy low bun, pulling out a few locks of hair to frame your round face. You rouged your cheeks and lips so that your face said, “Innocence.” Señora Alma is a traditional woman, very much like your own mother; you knew exactly how to please people like her.

You ran through your head thinking of all the little things you could say to win her favor. You thought of how you could draw on your rapport with the rest of the family Madrigal or mention what an amazing cook you were and the countless meals you fed your Brunito when he came to visit. Speaking of food, you did not plan to show up to dinner empty-handed. You prepared a large baking dish filled with your infamous patacones topped with hogao. You once set these out as a snack for Bruno and he nearly proposed to you on the spot.

You were dressed, packed, and ready to face the Madrigals, but as you made your way to the foyer to meet Bruno, who was waiting to walk you to his home, you glanced at yourself in the mirror. You tried to ignore it, but sometimes you couldn’t help but hate the girl you saw in your reflection. Your nose was too broad for your liking, and you felt like your lashes could be longer and more feminine. You hated the way the velvet ribbons tying your huaraches to your ankles squeezed your thick calves, and the back rolls that were visible through your blouse. You knew your self-worth, and you knew that you were such a kind and loving soul, but you sometimes wondered what someone as beautiful as Bruno saw in you.

There are so many gorgeous, thin women in the Encanto. Women who were petite and graceful and seemed to hold the attention of every man, women, and child in the village. You, on the other hand, felt like little old you. Not bad, but nothing too special either. Nothing special enough to belong with the Madrigals.

***

Bruno was uneasy.

Today was the day that he got to formally introduce you to his family as his…whatever you guys were. He was so nervous and nauseous, but he knew that you would, “Wow,” them just as you did every time he heard you speak.

You had expressed to him your worries of not fitting in with his family, so he came extra early that afternoon to be with you and help assuage your fears. He was so sure that everyone would love you but…his mother may be a problem. Alma has never mentioned anything about disliking you, but she never seems pleased when Bruno would leave La Casita to be with you.

As Bruno waited for you to finish getting ready for dinner, he had grown more and more paranoid about the way things could go down tonight. He began pacing, shaking salt into his hand to toss over his shoulder, and jumping from floorboard to floorboard in your kitchen while trying not to step on the gaps between the wood. He had half a mind to run to the lake just outside the mountains surrounding the Encanto and look into the future, but he couldn’t leave you alone all nervous and panicky – it was his job to be nervous and panicky.

He hopped to another floorboard, wobbling when he balanced his weight all on one leg, as you rounded the corner into the kitchen. Your sudden presence frightened him, causing him to trip and fall. You giggled at this clumsy man and did a little run over to help him up.

“So silly, Brunito,” you said to him.

He didn’t respond, wide hazel eyes looking up and hungrily devouring your appearance.

“What?” you asked.

“Hermosa.”

Your felt your cheeks get warm as you helped Bruno settle on his feet. He couldn’t stop looking at you and admiring the little details on your skirt or the way your neck and shoulders were deliciously exposed. He sighed deeply, attempting to slow his accelerated heart rate.

You attempted to draw his attention back from wherever his mind went by brushing a salt and pepper coil of hair from his face, your hand gently caressing his cheek and landing on his stubbly chin.

“Are you ready to go, amor?” you asked gently.

His hand rose to cover the hand on his face, gently removing it so he could kiss the inside of your wrist.

“Ready when you are.”

***

The walk to La Casita was lovely. The sun was just beginning to set, and the weather could not be more perfect. You almost felt sad that you couldn’t enjoy more of the joyous day outside with Bruno.

As you two reached the cobblestone path that led to the house, you realized that you had never actually set foot in Bruno’s home. Bruno always came to visit you, and the rest of the Madrigals could always be found in the village, making themselves of use to anyone in need. You never had a real reason to visit until tonight.

“The house is beautiful, Bruno,” you said.

“Yep, and she’s really nice too. Never told anyone that I was in the walls.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but laughed anyway.

Reaching the house at last, you put one foot forward to climb steps leading up to the front door, but then you felt something hit your foot. You jumped back out of fright, and Bruno began to laugh.

“Say hola to Casita first,” he responded.

Confused again, you looked up at the majestic house, and gave an awkward greeting.

“Hola, Casita?”

The house began to come alive; the bricks on the front steps started jumping, the wooden shutters on all the windows began to swing wildly, and the terra cotta shingles on the roof began to dance. The blue front doors of the moving house swung open, and you felt the stones on the path rise to cup the back of your ankles. Casita physically pulled you into itself, Bruno being pulled in not far behind.

The magical house dropped you and Bruno in the center of the room, and you clenched the white fabric over your heart.

“The house has magic too?!” you exclaimed.

Bruno smiled down at your thrilled face, watching you as you excitedly spun around several times to take in the details of the house.

“You’ve never been here? The doors are open to everyone, you know.”

You stopped your child-like observation of the house and looked at Bruno.

“I’ve never had a reason to come. Your family is always conveniently around when I need them,” you said with a smile.

Bruno returned the smile and took from you the glass baking dish you carried.

“I’m going to set this in la cocina and then we can go on a little tour of Casita,” he said.

You nodded and watched as he disappeared into what you presumed was the kitchen.

***

“…and this way is my room,” Bruno said as he ushered you up the steps to his tower.

“Do I actually get to go in this room?” you teased.

He let out a single laugh and nodded his head.

Bruno had shown you all over La Casita but couldn’t allow you in anyone’s room. Instead, he pointed to each door and told you whose room was whose and described what the inside of each room looked like. You were having a hard time believing that one little boy essentially lives in an expansive jungle terrain filled with all sorts of exotic plants and animals, but then again, the house is alive. Anything could happen here.

As you reached the top of the stairs, Bruno turned around to look at you, back facing his ornate door.

“Sooo, it’s been a while since I’ve had a visitor and I’ve just moved back in really, so my room isn’t…the best. Plus, Casita can kind of sense my overwhelming need for space, so there might be –,” Bruno confessed.

“I’m sure it’s just wonderful,” you tried to assure him.

Bruno turned back around to face the door, mumbling something under his breath about hoping you still felt that way. You wondered how many pairs of socks he’s left strewn about the floor.

Bruno pried his door open, and a gust of sand flew out the crack. He coughed and shoved door until it was wide open for you to enter. You walked into the small room, admiring the beautiful hourglass wall with a gorgeous waterfall of sand behind it.

“Well, this is nice,” you said, trying to be kind. His room was very small and did not have an ounce of furniture. You briefly wondered if Bruno just curled up on a pile of sand to sleep at night; that would explain why he’s always covered in it when he comes to visit.

With a light chuckle, Bruno took your hand and led you to the falling sand.

“Close your eyes, duck your head, and bend your knees,” he instructed, doing just that and pulling you in after.

Once through the entryway, you two skidded down a dune of sand and the room opened up into a huge cave with what had to be hundreds of stairs. You looked up completely bewildered; you really didn’t believe him when he said the rooms were bigger on the inside.

Bruno saw your baffled expression and thought to cut through the tension.

“Yeah, I know…it’s a bit much.”

“A BIT??”

“You know, once you get to walking, you really don’t even notice the stairs, ha,” he said bashfully. “Come on, let’s get started.”

He had to practically drag you from where you stood; you and cardio weren’t the greatest of friends. You started to march up the stairs, panting and out of breath by the time you reached the seventh step. You could see Bruno holding in his laughter as he watched you struggled to climb, leaving you very embarrassed.

“Mira, it’s okay. Took me a while to get used to them when I came back.”

You gave him a thumbs up.

When the treacherous journey came to an end, you could barely stand.

“Are you okay, amor?” he asked.

“No,” you wheezed, hunched over.

Bruno really thought that now would be a good time to make a move on you.

“Here, Cariño, let me carry you.”

So, here’s the thing: Bruno Madrigal is maybe 100 lbs soaking wet. You, a thick and voluptuous woman, were much broader and heavier than him in comparison. You thought it was really sweet of him to offer but…you could snap him like a twig.

“I’m good, Brunito,” you said.

But he was insistent.

“No, no, allow me,” he said, bringing one of his scrawny, little arms around your shoulders.

“Bruno, I would really appreciate it if you did not do that,” you huffed. By now, you had finally caught your breath.

Bruno was devastated, not that he let that show. Did you really think so little of him? Did you really find him…well, little? Bruno was not a very machismo man, but he still had some pride, and right now, a very bruised ego.

“Did I do something wrong, mi amor?” he asked softly.

“No, no, I’m just too – I mean I just don’t want you to – ugh,” you said standing up.

Bruno understood, choosing instead to gently take your hand in his as he moved to your side. He turned and quietly led you to the ominous circular door that stood down the hall. You passed these cryptic sculptures of Bruno on the wall, one with gaping holes where his eyes and mouth should be.

“Bruno, what is this place?” you asked.

“It’s my vision cave.”

You reached out a cautious hand to grasp the bar handle and pulled it to the side. The door opened with a whoosh and you peered in.

Inside the dim, circular room the walls were lined with a familiar tribal pattern from the crown molding to the baseboards. The floor held a similar pattern, barely visible through the small piles of sand that seemed to be everywhere. You looked around, counting maybe 6 clay pots painted in various shade of brown all about the room, before you looked up and noticed the small blue hammock that was pressed against the far wall.

You were quiet for a while – mostly because you were terrified of the room, but also because you were disheartened at how little things Bruno owned. You wondered if he just hadn’t had the opportunity to fill his room with all the little things that made him happy, or if he didn’t think he deserved more than this.

“Truth be told, I only really come up here for visions. I still…I still sleep in the walls,” he said.

“Why?” you asked bewildered.

“Eeeh, you know. It’s where I feel comfortable, I mean it’s been ten years,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Plus – plus, it’d be a bit of a hazard for the little guys, right?” he rambled as he pulled a rat from underneath his ruana, holding it up for you to see.

“Uh, Bruno –”

“I’m really nervous about being home with my family and people are already hounding me for visions, and, I mean, I missed my family and all, but I’m not much of a people person,” he said rapidly, all in one breath.

You smiled at this absolutely ridiculous man that you had fallen for.

“You can always come stay with me.”

***

The two of you had made your way to the dining room to join the rest of the Madrigals for dinner. The whole family sat in their seats, beaming up at you as Bruno chivalrously pulled out your chair and gestured for you to have a seat.

“Hola, everyone!” you said, sitting down.

Everyone responded to you happily, except for Alma, who offered you a brief nod. You tried to keep your composure, but you were freaking out inside. You never realized how large Bruno’s family was.

“Thank you for joining us for dinner, (y/n),” said Alma. “Bruno has told us many wonderful things about you.”

Her words were kind, but her tone was cold. Bruno was sweating, reaching out for your hand under the table to calm his nerves.

“I’m glad to hear that, Señora,” you said, offering a smile.

The room was tense. Mirabel and her parents were smiling so hard, hoping it would alleviate the awkwardness of Alma’s clear disapproval. Isabela and Luisa had gone ahead and started eating, focusing hard on their food so they wouldn’t have to witness the tragedy that was occurring. Dolores was whispering to her parents, who both leaned in to listen to what she had to say, all the while Camilo wasn’t paying attention, eyes trained on his fork like he was trying to bend it with his mind.

You looked around at all the Madrigals when you noticed someone was missing.

“Where’s Antonio?” you asked, beginning to poke at your food.

The whole table looked up at you surprised. Even Camilo stopped practicing his “budding” mind powers to take notice of the topic.

“Yeah, where is Antonio?” Camilo asked.

A rain cloud began to form over Pepa’s head as she shivered in panic. Félix attempted to calm her by running his hands along her shoulders.

“He’s by the Rosarios,” Dolores piped in. “His jaguar scared their daughter, Sofía, so he brought her a stuffed capybara to say sorry.”

Dolores leaned her head to side, trying to hear what Antonio was up to.

“Sounds like he’s on his way back,” she said.

Pepa let out a great sigh, the cloud above her beginning to dissipate. Félix let out a hearty laugh and soon the rest of the family had erupted into laughter over the needless worrying. All except for Alma, whose lips were pressed into a thin line and had not taken her eyes off you since you joined the table.

The laughter died down and the family dug into their plates. Before you even noticed, the patacones you brought had gone. Not too long later, Antonio joined the table, apologizing for his tardiness. He told the table how he and Sofía had lost track of time while he introduced her to some smaller, more palatable animals. Dolores teased Camilo that Antonio had gotten a girlfriend before him, which made Antonio hide in his shirt.

Hoping to draw him back out of his shell, you asked Antonio about the capybara plush that he had given to his new friend, and he happily talked about his new-found love for sewing and doll making. You nudged Bruno’s shoulder, telling Antonio that he must get his love of crafting from his tío. Bruno gave you a sheepish, lopsided grin.

For a while, the family enjoyed each other’s musings about this and that. You kept sliding more and more food over to Luisa because you knew she missed lunch today; she smiled at you with her cheeks stuffed. Mirabel mentioned something about your skirt, and you got to excitedly tell her how you were inspired by her. When Isabella managed to pull your attention away from her sisters, she gave you some gardening tips because she noticed your begonias were dying again. The night had turned around and the atmosphere was perfect – you were ecstatic.

Seizing the moment, Bruno cleared his throat loudly, drawing attention from everyone.

“Uh, hey,” he began, “I thought I’d take the chance to, uh, properly introduce (y/n). We-we’ve been seeing each other for a month or two, and yeah.” He threw out a nervous smile, one that was returned by his sisters and his lovely niblings. His brothers-in-law were smirking at him, wiggling their eyebrows teasingly.

Alma was still stone-faced, not even bothering to look up from her food.

“I’m happy you two are…happy together,” she said.

“Th-thanks, ma,” Bruno returned.

***

After dinner, you, Bruno, and his sisters decided to stay back to clean while everyone else went about their evenings. Pepa and Julieta were absolutely delighted that Bruno was finally seeing someone. You three would giggle or go back and forth sharing cheesy little stories about Bruno while he tried to hide himself in dish soap bubbles.

Eventually Julieta poked Pepa, motioned with her lips toward you and Bruno, and then tipped her head, signally her to leave. They left the kitchen smiling while you two washed and dried the last of the utensils.

You were so engrossed in Bruno’s new telenovela for his rats. It was called, “The Horses that Could Never Be.” The plot was confusing, and one of the rats had to play a horse, but that didn’t matter. Seeing Bruno’s face light up with so much joy was the only thing that mattered in that moment. His eyes were so wide and animated, and he used different tones of voice to act out certain lines so you’d know who was talking. It was adorable.

When you put away the last fork, you turned to address Pepa, but saw at once that you and Bruno were alone.

Bruno, noticing that your attention had been drawn away from him, turned to see what you were looking at.

“Oh,” he said. “Didn’t even know they left.”

“Some oracle you are, Brunito,” you joked.

He stuck his tongue out at you and dried his hands.

It was silent for a moment when he turned back to look at you. You admired his beautiful salt and pepper curls in the candlelight that illuminated the dark kitchen.

“You look so handsome,” you said in a whisper.

You couldn’t see it, but a small flush of pink tinted Bruno’s cheeks. He had such strong feelings for you but was so worried that he would come on too strong and chase you away. He rarely kissed you, opting instead to caress your face or take your hand in his. He hoped that the gifts he brought you, the little tokens of his love, were enough to show you how he felt without being too overwhelming. Bruno very much preferred to move at whatever pace you decided to set.

You stepped toward him, closing the tiny gap between you, and brought your hands to his chest. He let out a shaky breath as you touched him, watching as you leaned forward to place a soft kiss to his lips.

He deepened the kiss, putting his hands low on your hips so you wouldn’t go anywhere. You moaned against his mouth, loving the way his breath tasted and wanting so much more of him.

Alma cleared her throat.

You two separated so fast, Bruno almost fell.

“Señora!” you gasped.

“Bruno, don’t you think it’s rather late? Señorita (y/n) should be getting home,” she said.

“Of course! Of course, yeah, let’s uh, let me walk you home,” Bruno blurted out.

Alma turned to leave the kitchen, taking a few steps before whipping her head around.

“Buenas noches, (y/n),” she said to you before turning to address Bruno. “I’ll be waiting up for you, mi hijo.”

Alma left the kitchen.

***

Bruno took you home, kissed you chastely, and practically ran to get home. You went to bed that night, butterflies in your stomach with a newfound heat that spread across your body.

When Bruno returned home, Alma was indeed waiting up for him.

“Mama, I’m home. Get some rest,” he told her.

“Brunito, I would like to speak with you about something,” Alma said curtly. She gestured for Bruno to sit on the bench next to her.

“Is something wrong, ma?” Bruno asked.

“Mi hijo,” she said, “(y/n) seems lovely but…I don’t know if she is right for you. Ever since you’ve started seeing her, well, I haven’t seen much of you.”

Bruno felt awful. Had he really been neglecting his family?

“I’m so sorry mama, I really didn’t mean to –”

“– and she’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, absolutely hermosa, but she doesn’t exactly look like she…fits you,” Alma interrupted.

“What do you mean she doesn’t f –”

“– and believe me, mi hijo, I’m just looking out for you. And for what’s best for the family. That’s all I’ve ever tried to –”

“I love her, ma!” Bruno shouted. He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, not meaning to have said that out loud, or have used that tone with his elderly mother.

Alma just stood there, frowning. She sighed, knowing she did all she could to help Bruno see her side of things.

“Mama, I love her. I want to be with her. Look, I’m sorry about not being more present with the family, really, lo siento, but she makes me feel like me. She makes my life and all I’ve been through feel like it was worth it,” he confessed.

“I see,” said Alma, standing from her seat. “Well, who am I to stand in the way of true love?” She turned her back to him and made her way up the stairs, leaving Bruno alone in the dark.

#krissy stop #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto bruno #encanto bruno x reader #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x chubby reader #encanto fanfic #bruno my beloved #encanto

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yuriko-mukami · 10 months

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“Am I only dreaming?”

“I watch you when you are sleeping”

“I don’t want to lose this feeling”

Eternal Flame

What He Yearned For

A quiet mumble from the partly open rosy petals. The young woman turned on her back and a white curl slid over her cheek. On the heated summer night, A fragile hand pushed the blanket off her upper body, leaving the heaving chest bare to the gazing eyes of the sleepless vampire.

Though… perhaps…

Am I only dreaming?

Could that be? This angel grated into his arms… Was she real? Even though the months had passed, over a year now… Even though she had said her vows for eternal… What if all that shattered and disappeared when the dawn broke? This all could be nothing but a dream that had temporarily pushed the nightmares aside. All this could be taken away at any moment if he wasn’t careful enough.

“Nuu… Ruki…” A soft voice, muffled from the slumber of the beauty next to him.

“Shh… I watch you when you are sleeping.” A whisper into her ear, nothing more.

As the vampire ran his fingers over the slightly pinkish cheek, the warmth radiated toward him. Never again would he need to feel cold if he was to keep this angel in his arms. This miracle who had agreed to marry him, making his dead heart feel as alive it was possible. Making him feel alive again.

I don’t want to lose this feeling…

Leaning in again, the vampire caught the petals with his lips. The velvety warmness captured him instantly, and he couldn’t help but surrender there and then, giving the round bottom lip a gentle suck.

A suck that was answered with another. Tempting, seducing. Petite fingers reached into the vampire’s hair, entwining with it as the body under him arched, meeting him with every inch of it.

“Hmm… I should punish you for not sleeping when you should.” The words came out with a chuckle.

“Then maybe I…” A smooch. So lingering, almost non-existing, yet felt down all the way to his toes. “...need that punishment.”

The amber jewels opened before his eyes, burning their way directly into his soul… if he had such. Another smooch. Stolen before he even realized it.

“Pretty daring, are you not?”

“For you. Eternally.”

“I see. A good answer.” Scooting even closer, the vampire lay his arms onto both sides of the kitsune woman’s head, his cold body covering her heated one. The digits escaped from his hair, traveling to his nape. A brush. Another. A series of soothing strokes.

“You see, Ruki… I’m not the only one who should be resting. Now, close your eyes and give me your hand.” As he found himself obeying for once, her tiny hand ran along his arm, fingers finally enlinking with his. Moving the hands between them, she pressed his on her chest. “Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand?”

Imprisoned by the steady pounding, he was grounded. Tied to this sensation while a warm touch glided on his shoulders.

“This burning… it’s the eternal flame. So, Ruki, keep your eyes closed and hold me, for we have all eternity.”

Sliding on his side, he chuckled and pulled her against his chest. As he nested her into his arms, he allowed his muscles to relax and drowned himself in this feral scent of wildfire only he was allowed to release.

“Sometimes… you make me wonder who the real master is…” Mumbles against her hair. He had lost his game, yet losing it meant winning everything he had ever yearned for.

A giggle caressed his ears. “I love you, Ruki. Forever.”

#ruki mukami #diabolik lovers #yuriko mukami #diabolik oc #diabolik lovers fanfic #rukiko #ruki mukami dl #(( there you go honey ))#(( i hope you like this ))

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Sea Of Desire (Sundara Chozhan x Mandhakini) - Chapter -1 - The Meet

A raging breath filled with groans and moans escaped through the mouth of the person who was currently trying to reach the shore with all their strength. Tough times create tough men, and the ones who can pass through the said time will achieve glory as no one has witnessed.

As the warrior who currently, with the help of the log that was a part of his once glorious ship, which got wrecked by the storm, all his soldiers who accompanied him and his ship have been shattered, but his will isn't. The war between Panya and Chola ended when Veera Pandiyan went into hiding, which officially made him and Chola win, as one knows that only a coward would run away from the battlefield.

With several cuts and blood gushing from the wounds on his body, the young Sundara Chozhan, with all his energy, rowed the small wooden log, and his eyes were relieved as he saw an island just a few meters away.

With all faith in Emberuman Sivan, he rowed faster and let the waves do the rest; as his body touched the sand, all his strength went away, and just like that, his eyes got clouded with darkness; he prayed he would get a glorified death not like this. He tried to walk further and search for shelter, but his legs didn't move.

He envisioned himself in Thanjai with his family and childhood friend Vaanaman Maadevi, laughing at him for being senseless or talking about his beauty, boosting himself as he flirted with other women. He would miss her and wished she was with him, as she knew what to say to make him smile.

As his eyes started to close, he saw a petite figure running towards him. But he couldn't hold on to himself and let the darkness consume him.

Soft hands took hold of him, and beautiful eyes searched for any significant injuries. With all their power, they took the young warrior to a safe place, not knowing that he was the crown prince of Chola Desam.

Night time

Dim lights lit the area of the cave that is now sheltering two souls within. One cooks the dish to eat and provides it to the other. The other one is in deep sleep as his wounds are patched up.

As the eyes of the male fluttered open and his memories came rushing back into him, he abruptly sat, which caused his blood to rush to his head, and there came the pain; he groaned, and his vision started to appear clearer.

Sundara Chozhan would never forget that night, that face, that scene before him for all his life. He read about Mohini and how it would pry young men like him with its beauty; for a moment, he thought it was right before him. Her eyes are earthy brown, her skin is like golden milk that shines its beauty, and her hair is like kohl, which seems able to tuck anyone's heart towards her. His breath became shallow, and his lips dried as the essence of something mixed into the air that night. He never felt like this before, nor had he seen anyone more beautiful than the one currently before him.

He finally returned to his senses, shook his head, corrected his posture, and opened his mouth. 'Who are you?' he asked. With a beautiful smile, she took out a mud plot filled with a hot drink and placed it in front of him.

Is he sensing some arrogance in the beauty before him? Doesn't she know who he is?! Even if she doesn't know his identity, that doesn't allow her to ignore him. That is mannerless.

He looked at the drink before him, and the eyes slowly tried to eat him alive with a look of innocence. It's like he wants to dive into her pool of eyes and welcome death, even if that's what he has to trade.

But he snapped out of the daze and slowly picked up the drink. The smallest motions caused his shoulder to twitch with pain, and he remembered his injury. He gasped at the sudden pain, and a soft hand touched his shoulder, causing him to look up, once again captured by her eyes, face, and everything. A calmness radiates from her, and wisdom and wisdom in her.

Slowly and steadily, she raised the cup to his lips but stopped before getting it closer. She raised her eyebrow and nodded, indicating that he had to open his mouth. But why would he? What if she is a Pandya spy or someone sent to kill him?

But something about her made him keep his survival instinct away. He slowly started to drink whatever was in that cup, but his eyes did not move away from her for one second. His dark eyes tried to capture every detail of her face and expression. After all, he was used to women openly wanting him as he was the crown prince and would be a King one day.

But to his surprise, her eyes only focused on her task. Once the hot liquid disappeared into his mouth, she let go of him and returned to the burning fire pit, where she started to put away all the vessels at her side, probably to wash. Sundara Chozan's eyes moved as he focused on her figure, her long hair flowing as the wind carried her sandalwood smell to his nose. It made him daze in euphoria like he was in heaven, with her being the Urvashi.

He slowly lay down, and just like that, his eyes gave up and shut down. It was like he had no control, and the last thing he saw was the ceiling of the dimly lit cave.

Mandhakini POV

I heard a light slump and saw the injured man lying down. Concern overtook me as I went near him and checked his pulse, only to be relaxed that he went into a deep sleep and nothing serious.

I slowly caressed his dark, smooth hair. My eyes traced his calm face. He looked pretty young, seeming only a few years older than me. His clothes looked expensive, and his armoury indicated he was a warrior. I slowly traced his hands to find a ring with the Tiger emblem on his finger. My eyes widen. He must be from Chola Desam.

Does that mean the shipwreck contains people from Chola Desam? If not for the rounding eagles, she would not have found him, and the ship still in the middle of the sea looked pretty wrecked. My first instinct was to get him from the shore to a warm place.

Luckily, I could pull him over and cover him here. But now it looks like the shipwreck was not an accident. What if he and his crew got attacked by an enemy kingdom? I gulped as I went near the cave opening to examine the surroundings and listened carefully. I calmed down when I was sure that he was not followed and that no one was present beyond us.

He needs rest, but once he is awake, we must move or plan better if my assumptions are true.

With that, I returned inside and started to prepare some porridge so that we both could have some when he woke up.

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