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onyourhyuck · 11 months

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MILANO LOVE. | J.JH

— Prologue: “I always like the taste of you better than Milano.”

— Summary: Where your husband Jaehyun took you to Italy for your ten year anniversary.

— Genre: Husband!jaehyun. Smut smut smut minors dni. Breeding Kink Jaehyun. Unprotected Sex (use protection pls.) Food play(?) Y/n makes Jaehyun eat whipcream and cherries off her tits and stomach…Mention of your children together. Throat grabbing / choking (gentle). They literally fuck on a luxurious bed in a hotel…. Literally married couple goals fr.

— Notes: I love Husband Jaehyun in Milano concept.

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You and Jaehyun have been married for a while now. You lost count but it’s something around the 5th year mark being together.

Jaehyun and You have two children together. One child is three and the other one is two. They were always occupied with your attentions that Jaehyun often feels like you and him haven’t had a time for yourselves. So when your fifth anniversary came up he booked a spontaneous trip to Italy.

You found it incredibly exciting because it’s been a long time since you and Jaehyun could be alone like this romantically involved that is. Children really have a way with stealing all your energy and wanting you to themselves. But now it’s all about you and Jaehyun; which actually leaves your stomach fluttering. Your husband always has the ability to make you feel like you’re back in your high school adolescent years where you are a young school girl who made eye contact with their crush who never spoke to them before.

It felt like that with Jaehyun.

You want to make this special. You want to show him that you’re missing him not only presence wise but also body wise. Your body very much lost contact with him over the five years raising two boys together and you can’t help but wonder: ‘How long has it been since Jaehyun and I had sex?’ And you’d have to reply with a lot longer than you wanted it to be. It’s not like he leaves you disappointed. In fact Jaehyun never left you disappointed. He always leaves you wanting more.

You’re determined to make your husband feel pampered as well as slightly more on his knees because you can’t help but want to get laid. You might as well considering your children aren’t here and it’s a romantic trip to Italy. It’s a romance country. It’s the perfect setting.

You were alone in your bedroom and Jaehyun wasn’t in the hotel room currently as he had a few questions to ask down at the reception. You took the moment of opportunity given to you to stop your clothes and get inside the hand-white robe the lavish hotel room gives the guests. You have to admit the hotel was very expensive looking. Jaehyun managed to book a super star hotel for the both of you and you couldn’t help but feel like your husband really went all in with this trip. He really wants to make this special for you too. You could tell from his actions.

Before In the early morning the few butlers came to hand you a tray of your breakfast which you and Jaehyun haven’t quite eaten. You saw the strawberries, cherries, grapes and many more fruits in the bowl on the bed as you lay down. There was little desert options such as cakes and everything. Pancakes were on there. Italy loves their bread which was also on the pale provided. Many dishes were there for you and Jaehyun to eat when he returns.

The hotel door opens revealing Jaehyun to walk in. He had a little leaf left for the things you guys can do while on this trip. There was sight seeings with a boat tour around Italy. There was many museums you guys can see and definitely large enough selection to visit the most famous art gallery. He will not be missing out on the museum and art gallery sections that’s for sure.

“Honey i found things we can do today—“ Jaehyun’s voice stops when he starts walking the hotel room trying to search for you. The sight of your body on the bed slanted with the white bathrobe slightly off. He could see your cleavage, your thighs and legs he loves the sight of. But over the years he nearly forgot how perfect they look.

He feels a slight warm flush on his cheeks happen. He can’t help but blush. You were never this assertive with him before and he was not expecting you to be half naked in front of him. You were pretending to be eating like the sly minx you are; the whip cream fell between your cleavage and chest. Jaehyun can’t help but gulp. Why was he so nervous? He told himself to not seem so freaked out. This should be a normal situation for him — well technically it can’t be. It’s been so long since Jaehyun had a taste of you.

But you’re urging him on purpose. You’re doing this with an intent and he knows you are because you’re watching him so playfully like this was nothing out of the ordinary for you.

“Oh you’re back? What did you find?” You try to say as you bite the strawberry watching him from where you’re laying on the bed. You love seeing Jaehyun become shy.

Jaehyun’s ears became so red. You knew he was shy when his ears were bright red. It’s the first thing about him that’s gets completely flustered and it always gets him caught.

He clears his voice coming forward. He tried to remain composed. “What’s this you’re doing here?”

You were so sheepish. You were like the wolf in sheep’s clothing and he wasn’t sure how to handle this sight of you without completing losing his mind and going into this feral state. You roll the rest of the bathrobe off revealing now your back and a glimpse of your beautiful round shaped ass. He can’t help but flinch at the sight of you becoming naked. He really doesn’t know how he was able to stay calm at the same time not really you could tell he was having a war on the inside a little.

The only thing Jaehyun knows is that now he’s rock hard because of you and you’re about to fix that for him. He can’t go boat seeing with that happening in his pants.

“Oh nothing.” You shrug responding finally as you eat the Cherry out from the seed. Jaehyun’s dark gaze eyes following you silhouette on the bed and he moves on his own following you.

“It doesn’t look like a nothing. I think you’re seducing me here Y/n.”

He leans down to you closer with his face deeply speaking and you can tell he was finally catching onto you. You really want him to catch you. To fuck you. You can’t help but miss him incredibly much even though he was right in front of you and you’re watching him. It was hard to explain. Your body misses him for so many different ways.

“Okay maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?” You remark back to your husband who only gave you a single look before he lung forward to kiss you without sparing few words to you. He can’t help but in the kids feel ten times more lighter than before but the thing down below only throbs more with the way you kiss him back with so much desperation. Maybe the years you couldn’t do something like this made this situation even more thrilling and wonderful between you guys.

All the pent up frustration is about to be unleashed.

Your bodies aren’t strangers but the way they lapped round each other like a candle burning on flame creates the tension to rise and your bodies grew lighter and lighter almost like a cloud ascending on the sky. Even though your bodies are anything but strangers you feel like this was something you’re doing for the first time with him. It was a weird experience but something you love very much. Because it was Jaehyun doing this to you. Touching you with his graceful hands behind your back rubbing down the spine with the edge of the simple light fingertip touch enough to have you drawing moans across Jaehyun’s mouth.

As he kissed his wife with so much passionate he felt like he could make her ignite and burn happily with him. Their feelings were a catalyst to such a deep powerful makeout sharing between the lips. He feels like he could grow old with you, and he will. It was one of his deepest of wishes to grow old with you.

He is kissing you like he has no other purpose to live for other than you. Like you’re the only thing he needs to live for and with the craziness between your grinding bodies your husband pulls away ever so slightly going down your breasts that were covered with whipcream. He licks them clean, sucking on your skin loving the taste of how sweet your skin mixing in with the soft white whipcream contrasting your skin very well. He moans when your body suddenly moves reaching to grab the Cherry bowl and smirk putting on a cherry on one of your breasts.

He looks up at you sheepishly smirking as he knew you were only teasing him some more. It was a dangerous game to see Jung Jaehyun. “You taste so sweet.” He quotes lightly as he reaches down to bite the Cherry on your breast and you watch him eat it. Your smirk was the satisfaction of watching your husband do this. “Oh? Me or the Cherry.” You let out a soft laugh.

The man down below swallowing the cherry but leaving the seed out pushing it into the bowl on the side he soon meets your eyes and leans closer staring at your lips. “You.” He didn’t hesitate to say something before kissing your lips losing himself a little more into the kiss everytime he does this. You heard him speak between the kiss. “I always like the taste of you better than Milano.”

The time you and Jaehyun have a good time to be together spend the rest of the day whatever you guys want to do together. It’s something you both needed to unwind and relax. You don’t have to worry about your two boys you have together. They are the biggest pranksters. Those boys surely take after their father and you can’t help but think now you have three Jaehyun’s to take care of instead of one but you can’t complain because you love them. All three of them you love. You wouldn’t mind Jaehyun indulge a little more because you must be aware of how much he was enjoying the way he’s kissing you like this it’s been so long. He couldn’t even imagine how he survived not being able to kiss you in front of your sons together. He must’ve neglected you a little but now he will make it up to you.

Your hands were so eager that Jaehyun’s clothes disappeared in less than a minute. He couldn’t help but feel like he was not the only one so eager and desperate. You were beyond desperation now. He has you laid down as he was hovering above you. Your gazes never leave each other’s faces and you found yourself falling so much deeper for Jaehyun’s dark amber and brown eyes reflecting Milano’s light outside. The hotel was very expensive. The bed was huge and it can hold another four people in there. Your bodies have plenty of space but that wasn’t on your mind the both of you were so deeply influenced by your own pleasure and thoughts.

The moment came that you were both so eager. Jaehyun’s hard length was already thick but maybe you thought he got thicker. You don’t remember him being this thick and your eyes flush out when he sling himself inside you very slowly and carefully. You weren’t sure why this feeling was so intense for you. Maybe because It’s been such a long time, you weren’t used to Jaehyun’s size anymore, and somehow you found yourself slipping out many moans already for him. Jaehyun instantly goes down on you to kiss your cheek to comfort you. You were struggling to take him in for a minute or two but soon you calm down and you found yourself liking the way this was handled. He was always making sure you were comfortable. You found yourself getting pampered by Jaehyun’s soft and small kisses that were shortly placed around your face and cheeks.

“Shhh… it’s okay baby it will be okay in a few seconds.” Jaehyun rubs your cheeks with his thumb on the sides.

Your husband’s lips we’re probably more soft than clouds itself. They were very soft and you found them to be the perfect way to pamper and calm you down because you didn’t know anything more soft than Jaehyun’s amazing lips that leave you feeling so much more happier than before.

He would never leave you in pain, Jaehyun wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt you in any shape or form.

In a way his entire presence was a drug that makes you happy. You don’t know the reason or the explanation as to why he makes you so happy but he just does. The things that make you happy in unexpected ways don’t need an explanation anyways; as long as they make you happy then you should enjoy it without needing answers.

You were always the type of suspicious person who wants answers to everything you have questioned in your head. But Jaehyun made you live in the moment and not to ask too many questions that need an answer because sometimes you don’t need it. When you started dating Jaehyun for the first time he taught you many things.

He taught you patience and he taught you how to enjoy life a little more. You did many things together that you can remember from the clip of your fingers if you had to. He really shaped your life and made it his own life too. And now you guys cannot live without one another.

Jaehyun took a glimpse of some whip cream on your beautiful flat stomach and he couldn’t help but smirk. He softly moved now and the length inside him feels rough round the edges but it certainly made you feel a sort of pleasuring way because you now feel an electric pulse running through your body as you gasp at the whole new sensation.

He leans down as he was rocking against you slowly and leisurely while he licks your stomach with his tongue round your navel. You gasp clenching your pillow that’s supporting underneath your bed. “Oh god… Jae…!”

You weren’t even sure what’s gotten into your husband but he started to make his own way with his long tongue down your breasts sucking on your nipples that are full of the soft sweeten cream. You never knew your husband could gently nibble on your skin too, especially your sensitive nipples, it leaves you arching your back.

Your moans were a reflection to your teasing. Maybe you shouldn’t of teased your husband so much because now he’s having his way with you and you can’t help but think Jaehyun’s paying you back for your silly actions. The cream was everywhere on your naked delicious body. He ends up addicted to it. To you. To the cream on your body. He loves licking you in places that leave you ticklish as well as an overwhelming stimulation your body going into an overload.

Jaehyun wraps an arm round your waist and switches the position around. He was now slanting on the long headboard with his back pressing against it and you having to straddling his lap as your hips push backwards and forward on his long length inside you making a home between your soft and equitable walls.

You let out a soft groan when Jaehyun grabs your waist squeezing it a little when he saw your dazed expression.

The hips clench round the muscular hands on your left and right hips as he held them down each thrust coming down like a meteor. The pleasure was so sweet and lingering it felt like a bright red fiery fire burning through your body down your chest and to the rest of your limbs. Your stomach was rubbing against the large length standing up inside your walls that close and close to the edge. You can’t believe it but you’re riding your husband as he was looking at you with a dark eye. You love how intense Jaehyun’s stare was and the way his breathing was heavy when he comes closer to softly kiss on your skin on your shoulder.

Sometimes he rubs the pressing lips on your dainty collarbones which drives you insane wherever his lips travel to.

Your head flew backwards a little when your thrusts only gotten more rough and harder to contain when moving even more frequently. Your bodies were getting to reconnect after so long you feel like it’s been decades. It was an exaggeration at the same time it made perfect sense to say that. When your head flung Jaehyun could only see your perfectly soft and beautiful neck of yours. Your veins were gently pinning on the edge and he loves seeing your neck clench because of the pleasure.

Jaehyun puts his palm on your throat and gently pulls you closer to look at him so he could capture your mouth into a heavenly passionate kiss. You moan into it as Jaehyun’s hands gently squeeze your neck as he suddenly starts fucking into you while he held you so tightly. He was squeezing you into the embrace as your skin and skin touching make so many noises brushing against to each other.

Your voice was hushed as he was squeezing your throat and so was your moans because your hotel room was now filled with your own bodies slapping on each other as well as the squelching walls of your wetness drowning Jaehyun’s cock deep inside you. You could tell he was trying so hard to make you orgasm and the wish came true.

You orgasm so much you lost count. Jaehyun certainly wasn’t going to stop there, it was Jaehyun after all. He never leaves you alone until you have three orgasms and until he can fill you up again and again until you are nothing but stuffed for the rest of the day.

He growls as his face was close to your ears he was very close and you could tell he was holding back because of his needless urge to have this contact with you become more longer. He didn’t want this to end. Jaehyun cannot get enough of you, your moans and the way your walls feel around his throbbing cock threatening to spill any minute now.

You choke out your sobbing moans. The pleasure was so great that it starts to form tears in your eyes. “O-oh god Jae…! It feels so good… don’t stop…” and Jaehyun never felt more to oblige to your demands. He whispers to your skin as if he was chanting a spell on you. “Mmm Y/n you’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this… god I can’t get enough of you. You’d let me indulge a little more right?” He was asking you but at the same time you knew he would do that anyways.

Your mouth only slips out soft quiet noises and words such as ‘yes, yes you may’ or another ‘pleas’ to your husband. He knew you were completely out of it. You weren’t listening to yourself. You were only playing attention to the bodies speaking truth to each other as he was pleasuring you so much you feel your stomach become warm and churning at each sensation he crafts on you. As if you were like his pretty doll.

You could only nod mindlessly letting your husband take control and do whatever he wants to do. Whatever his heart desires, you desire it too.

“I’m going to fill you up. My pretty wife deserves to be full of my cum don’t you think? You want that? You want me to fill you up nice and full before we go on the sight seeing boat tour?”

You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the idea. You being full of his load when you’re in public doing a boat tour with other tourists on holidays? You can’t help but think it was such a perfect idea your husband had planted in your mind. You really want him to plant his seed now inside you.

All those possibilities that will cost you both. You know the chances are if he does do this and you couldn’t care any more about it. You love him so much that you grew pretty addicted to having your pussy full of him.

“Please… oh god… you do realise what the chances are if you do this right?” You whine at the idea and Jaehyun smirks looking at your face when he leans closer.

“Of course I do, why do you think I really want to do it?” Jaehyun chuckles deeply as he kisses your lips. Your eyes only fallen more and more in love with him. Jaehyun’s doing this because he wants another child and you can’t help but think, another child? You already have two sons.

But having another child inside you. Jaehyun’s child more specifically. It warms your heart and makes butterflies in your stomach become reborn.

“I really want to fuck another baby inside your perfect body…” Jaehyun seethes between his teeth harshly pulling from the kiss. “God… and you’d let me because you love me treating you like you’re nothing but my own cum bucket.”

He’s so right. You will let him have his way even if he doesn’t you let him eventually. You’re weak against him.

You whine when Jaehyun’s hands suddenly fall on your stomach touching it at the centre. He looks down at it observing how perfectly small and flat it was compared to the time he remembered you being pregnant with the boys. It feels like yesterday you were pregnant giving birth to your second son with him. It’s been only two years now and he can’t get enough of the idea having you pregnant walking around the house.

“Such a pretty stomach you have. You’d look so fucking amazing when you’re pregnant Y/n… oh god… something must be wrong with me. I really like seeing you pregnant.”

He loves seeing your stomach growing. He loves the excitement the pregnancy brings. You’re genuinely the happiest when you’re pregnant too. You never feel any less when you are. You’re glowing too. The pregnancy glow really makes you shine. The initial reaction to the gender reveals too. He can’t help it but share this part of like with you and you always wanted a big family. So did he.

But Jaehyun wouldn’t of expected himself to want to breed you so much and not get tired of it. He didn’t know he would have such a thing to start breeding you until he met you.

“Oh my god Jae…” You widen at his words. You weren’t expecting him to fully lose his mind at the idea. You knew he liked having children but you weren’t expecting him to get turned on seeing you look pregnant too.

Somehow you feel a sense of proudness when he tells you this. Not many people feel like they look the best when they are pregnant but Jaehyun never lets you have a day of rest until he compliments you enough.

“You really want to impregnate me.” You let out softly with a groan as his length was digging inside your walls deeply with each clenching reaction you have his tip pushing deep down in your stomach. You could feel him nearing your guts even. It was amazing how deep Jaehyun can really go in to your body and explore every edge.

“Mhm… so much… more than anything I ever wanted…” Your husband says.

Jaehyun groans. “I want to put a baby in you Y/n. Tell me you want me to? Tell me you want a baby just as much as me. Come on.” He said wanting you to tell him how much you want the idea.

He’s begging you to speak your mind loosely and freely and now he speeds up his thrusts. He starts to pound until his cock will loose all of its energy in the movement. You can’t help but rock against him and your body leaning on his chest as he was rutting in you like there wasn’t any singular purpose on his mind but to fill you up full of his load until you’re oozing out of him. Until he can see your pussy leaking.

You can’t help but do exactly as he tells you to. You obey him even though he was ruthlessly trying to breed you with his pelvis rutting on your hips and his hands pushing you down so you don’t slip out neither of his movement were planning to give you a break and a pause: you were getting bred and you loved every minute of it. Every movement he creates makes a longevity difference of your highs coming to an end.

You’re both chasing it. The same idea. The same dream.

Your voice comes out broken but it didn’t matter because Jaehyun can make out most of it. It was getting harder to speak out when he was ramming inside your walls harder. The fine tip of his thick girth-y cock pushes at the entrance of your womb ready to spillage. “Please! Please I really want it… I want a baby… please Jaehyun give it to me… give me a baby… i only want your babies… all of them.”

And you did. You really want all of them no matter how many he wants you’ll be a kind wife and let him have so many even if it was too much. Jaehyun really didn’t deserve you however. He feels like you’re such a good wife you let him get away with everything. But he pampers you in return for making his dream come true.

The dream of having a big family was all thanks to you. Jaehyun can rest in peace knowing he can have that all because of your kindness.

Jaehyun makes a pausing groan for a second as he feels his cock twitch releasing his liquid inside your warm walls. He can feel your walls become soft and loose because of how warm his liquid overtakes your body. You can feel the stuffiness of his cock sliding out once he orgasmed and you feel the same fullness of him inside you even though he was no longer inside your walls. You whine at the feeling it was so addicting your remember this feeling so well.

You let out a tired soft smile as you watch him slowly push you on the side of the bed laying you down to rest as he sat up slightly breathing heavily.

You chuckle. “So the boat tour, You think we have time to make it?” Jaehyun smirks looking at the time. You both have relatively ten minutes to make it to the front lobby.

“We can if we hurry. Can you walk love or do you want me to carry you?” Jaehyun playfully retorts as he leans closer capturing a soft kiss on your head.

You show him a joking glare at him and a small pout. “I can walk just fine.” He saw you getting up wobbling — in fact you cannot walk just fine.

“Mhm… I can see that.” Jaehyun chuckled a little as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You were picking out your clothes quickly and he takes a whiff of your hair it smells so sweet. “Y/n… thank you for making this Milano trip special.”

You chuckle finding his sudden words of gratitude to be very wholesome but shocking because it was so sudden and out of nowhere. “Baby it’s nothing to thank me for. I wanted us to have fun too. Let’s have more fun at the sight seeing alright?” You kiss his cheek and Jaehyun swore he could melt right there.

You’re so understanding. He wasn’t sure how he found someone as perfect for him as you are.

He’s so glad you’re the one he’s spending Milano Love with.

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izvmimi · 7 months

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cw: selfship content. married with named children. fluff.

Izuku has been pacing around the kitchen for the past five minutes, and you, devilish as you are, are pretending not to notice, content with your late night snack of hot chocolate and lightly buttered bread.

The kids are all asleep, or at the very least turned in for the night, and things have been overall peaceful in the Midoriya household for the past few days, so whatever has your husband in distress is unlikely to be that bad. Additionally, he has an expression he makes when the situation is more embarrassing than dire, and that's written all over his face at the moment.

You bite into a particularly crunchy part of the bread and the sound appears to echo - Izuku looks at you and you return his gaze with your mouth full, blinking innocently, then burst out laughing when he frowns.

"Fine, I'll bite. What's wrong, baby?" you ask.

Izuku stops pacing then stands still facing you, one arm crossed over his chest and his other hand balled into a fist under his chin.

"Did you know Izumi had a crush on..." his voice was already hushed, but now it falls into a barely audible whisper, "... Ami?"

You blink. That's all? you wonder.

"Well, yeah..." you reply. "He's uh... been like that since he was 8?"

"What?!"

Izuku looks betrayed for a moment, then moves over to you quickly, pulling out a chair to plop down on.

"Okay, but his sketchbook is literally filled with portraits of just her!"

You drink the last of your hot cocoa, then smile at him, resting your hand on his wrist posed on the table.

"Sounds like his dad."

Izuku turns pink at the ears, but then he shakes his head, trying to focus.

"It's not the same!"

You sigh. "Are they tasteful at least? They seemed fine when I saw them."

Izuku's mouth opens and closes quickly. "W-What do you mean tasteful?"

"I mean he is 15."

"___! They're okay, he's not a pervert!"

You tilt your head to the side. "Exactly, so what's the problem?"

Izuku looks at you with incredulity, shocked by your unbothered manner. "You know, perhaps the 10 year age difference??" Izuku starts. "What if he gets his heart broken? It's not like it can happen!"

You take another long look at him, then laugh again.

"Don't burst a blood vessel, it's just puppy love. He'll get over it."

"I didn't get over my first crush!"

"... Honey, how old do you think I am?" you ask. He sighs then sidesteps your statement, knowing he sounds ridiculous, then presses his head against the table. You push your plate and mug aside now, then take his fingers in yours, and he turns his head to the side to look up at you.

"You know, it's not weird for your teenage son to have a crush on a pretty girl, especially when she was his babysitter most of his life. It's harmless."

Izuku frowns.

"It's not weird I promise. Plus, it won't last." With that last part you lean just a bit closer to whisper, "I heard him on the phone with someone else, he has a crush on another person in his class right now, which I also know because he actually starts caring if I iron his shirts for school."

Izuku seems briefly relieved, then again bothered by this additional info.

"Why doesn't he tell me anything?" he asks.

"Teenagers don't tell anyone anything, don't worry about it." You say, squeezing his fingers. He gives you a half-smile, then you decide to change the subject.

"By the way, Atsuna needs to get stuff for cheerleading, so you can you take her tomorrow? I have some errands I need to run."

"Cheerleading? When did she start cheerleading?"

Izuku looks genuinely dumbfounded, following you as you get up to put your dish away.

"Two weeks ago." You snap your fingers. "I need you to keep up."

He pouts, and you actually feel a little bad.

"I'm kidding," you insist, but the damage is already done. You lead him back to a seat in the kitchen, and he frowns again, tapping his foot anxiously as he sits.

"I'm a shit father," he mumbles, and your heart aches for just a moment. You shake your head then cup his face in your hands. Izuku looks at you and you soften then kiss him.

"No way. You're just doing a ton at once right now. Let me take care of things for now, and then we'll catch up this weekend, okay?"

His hands circle around your wrists, and he's not completely convinced but he nods.

"You do such a great job, I wanna pull my weight," he murmurs and kisses you again. You let his kisses warm you more than the cocoa and press your forehead against his.

"You pull yours too, baby. We can't give 100% to everything all the time so I'll cover you and you cover me, okay?"

He nods.

"Thank you," he adds. You move out of your seat into his lap, and caress the side of his chin, feeling the roughness of his unshaven face, tired but still handsome.

"I'm taking more days off," he promises.

"You don't have to," you insist.

"I don't have to, but I want to."

You laugh but it's just a breath through your nose, and press yourself closer to him so that your face buries into his chest.

"#1 Pro Hero wants more days off so he can give his son the Talk? That will go over well with the Hero Commission."

Your sarcasm hits a little too close to home but he gently grips your fingers again and pulls them to his mouth, kissing the finger tips.

"Izuku, your husband and the father of your kids, wants to spend more time with the beautiful woman he married and the children he helped create," he states. You look into his eyes and he looks determined to make a change and you smile, accepting his resolve.

"Thank you."

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Your phone rings in the late evening on Sunday, and you can't help but be amused as you pick up. The second you say hello, you can already hear screaming on the other end of the line.

"Is there a reason Deku is suddenly off the patrol schedule for an entire month?!"

You stifle a laugh.

"Why don't you ask him, Kacchan?" Calling his name like your husband does only serves to aggravate him more.

"Very funny. Tell him to pick up the fucking phone."

You glance over at your husband who is busy helping your youngest daughter, Ai, braid her hair down for bed in the living room. Ai holds a mirror and tells him where to part her curls, and Izuku's tongue sticks out as he tries the style on the video on the TV screen. Despite his slight confusion, he looks happy as Ai observes his work and gives him plentiful encouragement.

"When he's no longer busy. Bye! Hug the wife and kids for me!" you say cheerfully as you hang up.

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heavencanbeaprisontoo · 3 months

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Living with Alfie Solomons

Warnings: Fluff, angst, references to religion and violence.

Domestic Alfie Headcanons

Alfie owns many different properties all over London and Margate. To your shock, only two were in Camden. One was what you could only describe as a “bachelor’s apartment,” which strongly resembled his office with the addition of a lumpy mattress. He took you to see what he considers his “home,” a one-story brick house surrounded by the lush green of the English countryside. Alfie had built this home after deciding, “Me and stairs, right, we ain’t made for each other.” The home also comes with a sweet little guesthouse behind it for his mother to live in. At which point he had a short rant about how his aging mother refuses to move in and still lives in her tiny flat in Camden.

When he’s not being a “baker,” he does like to do some baking. Real baking. Bread, pudding, cake, pies, you name it. He likes having to measure his ingredients, put on the perfect temperature for the perfect amount of time. He likes to collect cookbooks too, and will have a gleam of almost childlike delight when he finds one he doesn’t already possess.

Alfie has a tendency to develop very strong interest in a very specific thing and then drop it months later. He retains all he’s learned from it, but it can be a bit annoying as he will fill the house with his latest obsession. A short list of obsessions he’s developed are: American cowboys, jewelry making, stamps, coin collecting, eastern meditation practices, and Italian opera.

You had to get used to his slight OCD involving things in his home. Everything has a place, and he gets very grumpy if you move something, a spoon for instance, and he can’t immediately find it.

Children in the neighborhood are equal parts frightened and delighted by Alfie. They think he’s funny but intimidating. He gives out money and gifts to the Jewish families of Camden, and the children know that. Your dear man will huff and puff about the kids bothering him… but also throw them a coin or a sweet when he’s in the mood. Alfie is sort of like Santa Claus and the Boogeyman at the same time to them. After you started living with him, these children started to follow you around the neighborhood to ask questions about him. Some are quite tame, like “Does Mr. Solomons like cake?” or “Is Mr. Solomons your husband? Will you have lots of children?” while others are, “Did Mr. Solomons kidnap you?”

Relationship Headcanons

Mr. Solomons is quiet in his moments of romance with you. He likes to cup your cheek in his palm and touch his forehead to yours. Trace your face with his thumb as if to memorize it by touch. He places slow kisses on your cheeks and lips, gentle and almost reverent. His world is very brutal and without loyalty, you become his sanctuary. He sleeps best with you in his arms or laying directly on top of him. If you need to get up for any reason, expect a lot of complaining in at least three different languages from Alfie. He hates to be left alone in bed now that he’s had you.

Thomas Shelby had no idea Alfie was married, until Alfie felt like telling him. Tommy now knows far too much about you. And you know far too much about Thomas Shelby. The first time you meet in person is very awkward.

Alfie is the sort of person that likes quality time and good conversation. He likes to go on strolls with you on the beach of Margate when his knee isn’t too painful. Going to the museum or a library are all tip-top dates in Alfie’s opinion. However, his favorite place to take you is back home. Home is where he can make you dinner and listen to you laugh at his strange stories. He loves to banter and bicker with you. You are one of the few people to make him laugh. Everyone at the port knows when Alfie’s had a nice evening with you because he comes to work in such a grand mood. Newer employees have to be warned not to get too comfortable, as he could come in like a bull if you argued that morning.

He has a bad habit of dropping surprises on you. These surprises normally revolve around security and protection. Alfie will buy or arrange things for you and then completely forget he did it until you storm into his office asking for an explanation. For some reason, this man won’t admit these things are for self-defense. He just acts like it’s perfectly normal to take your lover out to a gun range or teach her how to stab a man between the ribs. He’s just being a fun, quirky man!

A marriage proposal is never far off, he’s just waiting for you to convert. If you do not want to convert, prepare to be a secret. He is a religious man and he treasures his faith. Alfie will never forsake you (though he may jest) for not believing what he believes. His reason for hiding you is simple, his mother. Mrs. Solomons wouldn’t speak to her son if she found out he was living with an unwed gentile!

That said, Mrs. Solomons adores you before and after you marry her son. She’s a delightful old Russian woman who is constantly ordering Alfie around. Mainly, she tells him he glares too much, and he needs to give her a grandchild soon.

You were surprised by how touchy he is behind closed doors. In public, you could pass for an employee with how distant he is before marriage. After marriage, he likes to walk with arms linked. As a married couple, it is more appropriate to be seen touching each other and he takes full advantage of it. As a matter of fact, he’s almost clingy. He’ll call the house from his office and make up an excuse to talk to you.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders x reader #Alfie #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader

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mejcinta · 3 months

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Aegon and Aemond vs The Strongs: A Show of Loyalty.

To this day it's still strange to me that people misinterpret the dinner scene for one or another reason, misreading the words and actions of the characters using bias and/or team politics.

The episode 8 dinner scene picks up from the previous episode years ago on Driftmark when Aemond lost his eye. It is meant to show us what feelings the Greens harbor towards Rhaenyra's family years after a feud broke between them.

Throughout the dinner Aemond focuses on the Strong boys: Luke sitting across from him and Jace who failed miserably at 'turning the other cheek' and disrespected Aegon by asking Helaena for a dance.

In fact, before taking a seat Aemond is heard lamenting to Aegon about how he hates that they have to break bread with Rhaenyra's brood (I'm paraphrasing but you'll hear it before Viserys is carried into the room).

In the end, both Aemond and Aegon answer to the contempt and audacity the Strong boys showed them. The scene by all means effectively managed to show us how the brothers now work as a unit compared to when they were younger and Aemond suffered bullying on his own.

Aegon supported Aemond's derogatory toast and even tackled Luke (the boy that gouged out his brother's eye) when he tried to join Jace against Aemond.

And Aemond dealt with Jace squarely in response to the disrespect he showed Aegon and Helaena (we all know that dance was not about Helaena for Jace, but coming between a married couple that has an image to uphold and as revenge against Aegon who foolishly made a move on Baela to insult him).

From the very start of the scene it's clear that neither Aemond nor Aegon wanted to be at the dinner. They hated that the Strong boys were there and even bitched about them before Viserys arrived.

Aegon's sly behavior with Baela was a provocation he started in response to his displeasure at Rhaenyra and the Strongs being there and Viserys' wish for them to bury their differences without acknowledging Rhaenyra's wrongs. Aegon was pressing for tension to erupt at every chance he could get.

Aemond silently watched him go and did not stop him for a reason. He couldn't bring himself to rebuke Aegon's mischief, not if that meant making the Strongs upset.

He only intervened when Jace almost lost his cool on Aegon, standing up dominantly to give warning to his nephew and Aegon to a lesser extent (who eyed him knowingly).

When Helaena rose up to justifiably humiliate Aegon with her toast, (she was clearly upset about his sexual misconduct with Baela and earlier with Dyana) Aemond's reaction isn't shown.

However, when Jace stood up to ask Helaena for a dance with his eyes fixed on a scandalised Aegon (Jace had every intention here to get back at Aegon, not to be the better gentleman), Aemond took notice, meaningfully locking eyes with Aegon, but kept his cool nonetheless; whereas Aegon quietly seethed and squeezed Helaena's beetle (reportedly a gift he'd offered her before the dinner) in his hand.

Aemond monitored Helaena because he doesn't trust the Strongs with his family. And I'm sure Aegon would've done the same if he was seated in a position where he was free to watch the mother of his children in Rhaenyra's bastard's arms.

Note how he was staring at Rhaenyra while Aemond monitored Heleana and Jace.

The Targtowers clearly watch out for each other when faced with external forces, just as Alicent said they should in episode 6: "In the world we must defend our own".

When the roasted pig arrived on the table Aemond suddenly took notice of Luke giggling at him, reliving how he and Jace (and a now repentant Aegon) would make fun of him for being dragonless.

The insult was probably less about the pig to him and more about what happened because of his dragonlessness. He gained Vhagar then lost his eye in a sickening twist when the same boy laughing across at him swung a blade at his face!!!

Finally, Aemond lost his cool. He snapped and attacked the Strongs with his infamous toast.

He did not make the toast because of Jace dancing with Helaena, like some believe. He did so because of Luke who had the gall to laugh at his pain!!

Aegon readily supported Aemond because he too was itching to get back at the Strongs, particularly Jace who despite of having insulted Aegon by dancing with Helaena, could not handle the pun in Aemond's toast.

Aegon and Aemond were obviously fed up with the pretenses at that point of the dinner. From the very beginning of the dinner scene and their interaction with each other, their disgust at the Strongs and Rhaenyra was apparent. They hate that those three can get away with having a lord (Vaemond) murdered in cold blood on top of disabling Aemond without consequence!

How safe is their family? How can they trust the Strongs and Rhaenyra when punishment and death follows everyone that dares to challenge them? That is why Aegon and Aemond were evidently frustrated with Helaena and Alicent respectively at the dinner. The boys believe they know a threat when they see it while the ladies are more accomodating of Rhaenyra and the Strongs, Alicent especially believing (perhaps out of resignation) that there could be a chance at peace.

What transpires after the toast shows the factions within the Targtower family itself. Alicent and Helaena being more open and neutral, Otto wanting to maintain appearances and Aegon and Aemond being understandably doubtful and hostile.

The scene is so much more complex and informative. It shows us the relationships between the Targtowers and what their stances on Rhaenyra's party is. How they work together and how they are divided.

#hotd analysis #incoherent thoughts #targtower bros #the greens #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #strong audacity #helaena targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower

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marymary-diva17 · 1 month

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You will be amazing on day

zuko and mom reader

life had changed for you when you had married Prince ozai, for the sake and wellbeing of your family and village. As the duty of daughter and wife had been something you are balancing, that was until motherhood had came into the equation. Now your had become a lady of the nation and a soon to be mother, in the royal family. You had made a promise to love your children and care off them, along with teaching them well in hopes they didn’t become like their father.

zuko “ mom” you are feeding some turtle duck by yourself in one of the palaces, many gardens when you had heard someone calling you. As you soon looked up to see it zuko, he soon reached you.

y/n “ hello my son why has made you run away the way here”

zuko “ I wanted to show you the gift uncle iroh sent me” zuko soon showed you a earth king blade as he sat down next to you.

y/n “ wow this is amazing craftsmanship and the words are wonderful as well”

zuko “ It say never give up"

y/n " yes it those your uncle might have a good reason for you giving you that my boy"

zuko " yes mom ... umm mom what is your family like" you had gotten very quiet when you had heard zuko asking about your family, you never told zuko or azula about your family. As your husband and azulon hadn't allowed you to speak about them, or even allowed you to go see them as well.

y/n " ......."

zuko " mom are you okay"

y/n " I'm good hey hey don't you come feed the trutepl ducks with me"

zuko " okay mom" you ahd given zuko some of the bread and he was feeding the ducks.

zuko " mom do you ever think I will be gifted in fire bending like everyone else in the family.even you are gifted as well"

y/n " well yes one day you will be an amazing fire bender but it take many years to master, fire bending my boy you and you are good already I love the moves you do"

zuko " even if I fall on my but"

y/n " yes even if you fall on your butt" you soon brought zuko close to you making him laugh, and bring him into a warm embrace. Him and azula are you most valuable treasures.

y/n " you know you coming from a very long line of proud fire benders"

zuko " I do"

y/n " yes and one day you will be added to that list of amazing fire bender"

zuko " thank mom"

y/n " you are welcome"

zuko " mom when I get older and I will be the best prince you can be proud of"

y/n " oh zuko I'm already proud of you and all you have done now, and I know you will do many greta things when you are older"

zuko " will you be there when it happens"

y/n " yes I will but if I'm not there I will be there with you in spirt and heart, no matter where you go I will always love you"

zuko " yes mom"

y/n " if you want to run along and play with your sister and her friends you can, you don't have to stay here with me"

zuko " I rather stay here with you a bit longer mom"

y/n " okay you can and hey I will tell you some great stories of spirts, so you can learn about them as I know your uncle has been telling you enough"

zuko " yes mom I will love to hear more stories"

y/n " well that good to hear" you had sat with zuko feeding and watching the turtle ducks in the pond, as you had been telling zuko tales about spirts from all the nations. You knew zuko will be amazing one day but he will have to go through a long journey, in life and experience many things as well but one day he will be amazing. Deep down you are hoping the ozai doesn't try to control him, as you couldn't bare the thought of your kids becoming like their father when they could become their own person in the end. There was also the hope that you will be there to see the grown up, and see their future selves.

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siredtoyourlips · 8 months

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The Honeymoon Never ends D.DxF!r

Summery~ When Daryl walks in on the reader practically naked he can't keep his hands off his wife. ( Read the Warnings before you read)

1.1k words

Warnings~ Smut, sweet!Daryl, horny!Dayrl, husband!Dayrl, p-in-v, brief fingering, breading kink, talk of children, kissing, teasing, praise, hint at degradation, dirty talk, reader calls Daryl Daddy, swearing, Daryl is lowkey possessive, love making, sweet sex, pet names, Dayrl being cocky, Daryl being a thigh man, hickies, aftercare, age gap, reader is in her 20's and Dayrl is in his 40's.

PSA~ I hate reading my work so it's probably not the best🫥

I found this group, there were all kinds of different people. Some were nice and some were not. I met this lovely woman named Carol, she had the most beautiful daughter and most cruel husband. Then Carl and Lori and Rick, who was a cop and his best friend Shane.

Before everything I was no one, I was a girl who didn't know where my life was going and honestly didn't care. I was quiet and shy and never did anything. I never dared to. Then the apocalypse happened and suddenly everything came at me all at once. my first encounter with a walker was in my kitchen in the middle of the night. I froze and almost died right then and there. Could have gone better.

Then there was him Dayrl, He was mean, and rough and cruel but over time he warmed up to some people like Rick who took care of those of us who were left. And Carol who was basically his best friend and mine. And then there was me, He became so nice and sweet to me. One day while we were living in a prison and we were all really tired he just kept asking me if I was all right. I didn't understand why until later he kissed me. I thought I was imagining it but I wasn't because I kissed him back. Since then I've never let him go and he's never let me either.

That brings me here now. In Alexandria a year after Dayrl asked me to marry him and two months after I did. When he was out with Carol and I was in our room. Getting dressed

I was trying to find an outfit to where since most are dirty. I was completely naked besides my panties. 'You look so pretty baby' Dayrl said in his thick accent which I love so much. ' I have to get dress Dar' I said as he carreses my thighs. ' for what? hm. what do you have to do? sit down and look pretty for me?' he says right into my ear and his hand goes higher and higher up my leg. ' I wan' the day with my wife and that's what I'm I plan to do'. I moan when be places kisses all down my neck and says ' Carol is taking my shift doll I get you all to myself'.

He turns me around and walks backwards with his tongue down my throat until I hit the back of the bed a fall onto it. He doesn't take a break from Kissing me for what seems forever. God he's so hot. When he finally does stop it's to take off his clothes. All I wanna do is kiss his beautiful body but he won't let me up. He finally takes his boxers off and his cock springs up. It's so red and leaking with precum and it always stands so tall.

'Whatcha lookin' at baby' he asks as your checks become pink but you don't care, you both know what you want and even if you wanted to say anything you don't have time before he's pulling your panties down and kissing up your leg making sure to leave marks that he only he will be able to see. When he finally gets to where you need him he picks his head up and you grind over nothing. ' No dar, please don't stop'. you say and you swear his eyes get a shade darker as he says ' Who does this pussy belong to?' God I love when he acts like this you thougt. 'You, Only you' and the second you say that his mouth is on your clit and his fingers and inside you.

'No. no, Stop' you say and he looks so confused. 'What' he says and you sit up on your elbows and say ' I want your cock please' and he just has the biggest smirk ever before he gets in between your legs and pushes them apart before he pushes into you and gives you a minute to adjust to him until you nod. The second that you give the ok He starts fucking you and it feels so good ' Holy shit Daryl. Kiss me' and he doesn't hesitate, the second you say it his lips and on yours 'faster please' and he backs up says 'you sure?' and you nod. And he goes faster ' Fuck, Daddy'. He never gets sick of you calling him that. And he says ' Fuck, 'Wan' to make me a Daddy baby?' the second he says that your eyes are open and your moaning " yes, yes, yes, please I want to make you a daddy'.

Once you say that he's going faster and rubbing your clit and it feels so good that you don't even have time to warn him before you cum. But he doesn't stop or slow down, all he cares about is cumming in you. And after you catch your high your squeezing his cock all over again, it all just feels so good too him and he cums in you while you cum around him. and he falls on top of you.

You two lay like that for a few minutes before he pulls out and you hiss and the feeling of being empty. ' did ya really mean it' he asks. 'Yeah, I did Dar' you say giggling. ' lay down Daryl, I wanna ride you' you say and he lays down, you climb on top of him and his cum that's coming out of you is making it so easy for him to slip into you. ' shit' he mutters. " Holy shit, fuck. you feels so good' from the Overstimulation of the past two orgasms this one a coming fast and hard 'shit dar, I'm gonna cum again' then he starts sloppy thrusting into you and says ' shit, me too baby' and at that moment you both cum together.

'Hm, you ok baby?' he says to you when you fall into his chest. ' yeah, just tired asshole' and at that he just laughs and sits up with you still around him and carries you both to the bathroom. He sets you on the bathroom counter and gets a rag wet. ' no' you say sleepy and kisses your temple and says ' gotta doll, don't want anything to happen to my beautiful wife' and gently puts the rag agents your swollen cunt and cleans when he just fucked.

I can't wait until you're pregnant' He mutters. Then he picks you up and carries you to the bed. 'Sleep tight my love' he says as you fall into a deep slumber. And you sleep knowing you have the hottest, bravest, husband in the world that would do anything for you

#daryl dixion smut #fanfiction #smut #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x reader #daryl dixon #daryl fluff #read the warnings

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changbinisms · 6 months

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Coup De Grâce - Park Seonghwa x reader (Part One)

coup de grâce

/ˌkuː də ˈɡrɑːs/

Noun

A final blow or shot given to kill a wounded person or animal.

An action or event that serves as the culmination of a bad or deteriorating situation

wc: 1,565

Royalty au / Arranged marriage au

contains: angst, time period specific discrimination, misogyny, classism. more will be added as the series progresses.

this work is not proofread (as usual)

[a/n: this fic may not be entirely time period accurate, but it will contain time period specific discrimination (i.e. misogyny and classism). I do intend to make this into a mini series depending on how well this is received and how well my attention span does.]

Ever since you were young, you dreamed of having a family. You dreamed of the big white wedding, your soon-to-be husband tearing up as he watches you make your way down the aisle on the arm of your father. You dreamed of slow dancing with your husband, as the aristocrats watched on in silent envy, masked as happiness that the kingdom would prosper, and overflowing joy that an heir would soon be produced.

The day that you found out you were to be betrothed to Prince Seonghwa of the Rosefall Kingdom, although it was only recent, you almost wept out of pure joy. The most eligible Prince of the nine allied kingdoms, Prince Seonghwa was adored, almost like a treasure. Not only was he infallible in battle, but he was also intelligent, a great strategist, and would be the perfect leader for any kingdom he was married into. It also helped that he was exceptionally handsome, ethereal even. There had been a handful of times that you had met him over the years, though you hadn’t seen him since before you learned of your betrothal, at banquets and at the weddings of other royalty. Each time followed the same pattern, he would mingle through the crowd of stuffy lords and ladies – navigating conversations with them with ease – before being snatched up by the daughters of said stuffy lords and ladies in the hopes of nabbing a betrothal of their own, before waltzing around the ballroom with the younger girls who hadn’t quite perfecting their dancing skills on his feet, as the younger boys watched, green with envy.

You couldn’t help but get ahead of yourself, imagining how cute your children would look. You hoped they would get his cheekbones. You imagined how the red from your family’s crest would look against his skin, how the blue from his family’s crest would look against your skin. Although he would be relocating to your kingdom due to his older brother being the heir to the throne of Rosefall, it couldn’t hurt to imagine how you would look in his colours.

In a way you were happy that he had an older brother to take care of his homeland, there’s no way you could bare to see the look on your parents’ faces as you road off to your new life. Quite selfish, really, as that’s what your betrothed had to look forward to…

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light trio of knocks on the door to your quarters.

“You may enter,” you call out, giving permission to whomever was on the other side to come in.

As you would have expected, it was your lady-in-waiting, Hye-Jin. Hye-Jin had been your friend long before she become your lady-in-waiting. You had met when you were both children, your mother had taken you on her weekly walk though one of the villages. It was her favourite thing to do, each week she would pick a different village to walk through. She had always said that it was good to be aware of the conditions that the villagers lived in, that we’re only as well off as our poorest subject. It was her way of staying humble and being grateful for what she had and the life she grew up in.

It was the first walk that she let you accompany her on as you were finally old enough to properly take in everything that she was explaining to you. As your mother spoke, you took in the market in the main square. The smell of the freshly bakes bread coming from the open door of the baker’s shop, the bright colour of the flowers held in the baskets over each doorway in the square, the fresh fruit that sat in piles at the vendor’s tables just begging to be taken and bitten into. It was this overwhelming wave of new things that caused you to slip away from your mother. She had noticed quite quickly that you were no longer by her side and had called for the few members of castle staff that had come with you both, and instructed them to help find you.

You, however, weren’t as quick to noticed just how far away from your mother you had gotten. It was only when the crowd of people around you thinned out significantly that you noticed you had no idea where exactly you were, or how to get back.

You could feel the nervousness and eventual panic start to come over you, your breathing starting to quicken before it grew into full blown hyperventilation. Thankfully it was short-lived, as a girl that looked to be your age, maybe a few years older, had placed her hand on your shoulder causing you to look up at her. She managed to calm you down and talk you out of your hysteria, walking you back to your mother. As a ‘thank you’, your mother had invited the girl, who you had found out was named Hye-Jin, and her family for tea at the palace. It was in that moment that you had formed a friendship.

As the years went on, both Hye-Jin’s mother and father passed, her father succumbing to illness, and her mother – no matter how hard she tried to put on a brave face for her only child – died shortly after of a broken heart. Naturally, your family took her in. Even though she would never be seen as royalty in the eyes of the upper-class societies, she was still given the same respect as such within the walls of the palace. In order to fill her days and stay close to her best friend, she opted to become your lady-in-waiting, and the rest is history.

“your father has called for you, your highness,” she giggled as she always does when you have to use pleasantries such as this, which signified that someone of significant status was on palace grounds.

You sigh; “did he give you any inkling on what the matter was?”

All she offered was a shake of her head before beckoning you to follow her.

You both walked in silence to the main hall, which was another red flag to you. Who could possibly be here to cause this behaviour?

The guards stood at the doors to your fathers reading quarters, Seungcheol and Mingyu, moved to open the doors as you stepped closer, offering them a smile and polite bow of your head.

As you stepped into the room, you noticed the three men sat in front of the fire, your father who sat in his favourite chair to the left of the fire, an older gentleman who you recognised as the King of Rosefall, which mean the man sat on the small couch with his back to you must be-

“Ah, there she is!” your father had spoke, “I’d like to formally introduce you to my daughter, y/n,”

It was at that moment that Prince Seonghwa had turned to look at you. His eyes met yours and a smile graced his face. It took everything in your power to calm your heartbeat. Prince Seonghwa had grown even more breath-taking since you had last seen him, you would think that such a thing would be impossible.

He stood from his seat and walked around the couch to offer you a bow, which you returned with a curtsey, he then took your hand and placed a light kiss on the back of it, which once again nearly had you swooning.

It was then that your father had announced that the intention was for Seonghwa and yourself to spend some time together to get to know each other a little before the day of your wedding so as it wasn’t as awkward on the day, which you were grateful for. No bride wants to be a stuttering, blushing mess on the day of her wedding. Blushing mess, maybe, but definitely not a stuttering one.

After bidding both your fathers goodbye, Prince Seonghwa had turned to you and asked; “if it is acceptable to you, your highness, may I ask for a moment of absolute privacy? Without the presence of your lady-in-wating?”

“I believe that would be alright,” you respond. You nod to Hye-Jin, “you may leave, Hye-Jin, I’ll call for you when it is okay to come back,”

You hate to be so formal with her, but in the face of others you must keep up appearances so to speak.

As she leaves, closing the door the door softly behind her, you turn back to the prince, “what is it that you wish to have privacy for, your highness?”

It was then that you noticed that the smile he had on his face had been wiped away, a scowl gracing his features. Any sort of politeness in his eyes was washed away and replaced with could only be described as disdain.

You could feel your pulse quicken, nervous as to what he would say. Or what would cause this instant change in mood.

He took a step closer, causing you to take a slight step backwards out of nervousness.

“let me make one thing clear, princess,” he stated lowly, eyes boring into yours, “I wont ever love you, any interaction, public appearance, or even form of affection with you will be made only out of obligation. I will be your husband in title and nothing more,”

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #ateez imagine #seonghwa royalty au #seonghwa arranged marriage au #seonghwa fanfic #changbinisms writes #Coup De Grace

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safic4-m · 1 year

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💙Happy Anniversary

Pairing: Alma Lefay Peregrine x Fem Lector

Author's Note: Request made by MilagrosLucero072, this request was made on Nov 22 and let's just say it took me a little while to do it...*-*.

Number of words: 1579

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There were rare occasions when you had to go to town, as usually the house was self-sustaining, but on this occasion you needed to get some things for your anniversary with Alma, the problem was that she had to go with you. Initially you were not in the Peregrine loop, so the locals had not treated you in the most welcoming way and to avoid incidents like that, Alma would accompany you every time you went to town.

-You don't have to do this,- you tell the woman, putting an arm around her back.

-I don't want a repeat of what happened last time,- giving you a smile.

To put them in context, the last time you tried to leave without Soul, you decided to use your peculiarity, which is similar to Millard's, instead you can do it at will, only someone saw you and well... nothing good came out of it. You could say that many people died that day because of what happened.

You stop in front of a store and ask Alma to stay outside, a few weeks ago you had sneaked out during the night to look for a worthy gift for the ymbryne, then you found it, a beautiful pocket watch.

-Good morning,- you greet the old man behind the bar.

-Good morning miss, how can I help you,- he asks kindly.

-I would like to buy the pocket watch,- you answer pointing to the one you want.

The man hesitates a little before following your request.

-May I know who is the lucky man who deserves something like this?- he asks packing the object.

-It's for my wife,- taking the small box and handing him the exact money for the watch.

You leave the store leaving behind a man quite surprised by your confession and finding your beloved.

-Do you have what you needed?

-I do.- Showing a wide smile

-Okay, then we can go back to the house,- placing his hand on your lower back.

-I thought we could go to the bakery,- you suggest, knowing that the children needed more time.

-I'm fine with that,- starting to walk towards the store.

Once there, you meet the woman who runs the bakery, but you regret your decision when you realize who is there.

-Good morning Miss Peregrine,- greets the man with a flirtatious smile.

-Good morning,- replies the ymbryne, offering him a smile.

-Who are you?- asks the man with disgust.

-Y/n is a friend who came to visit us,- answers Alma being polite.

-Иди на хуй, идиотка, она моя -(fuck you asshole she's mine).

-What's that?

-Says it's nice to meet you- elbowing you in the ribs.

They come out with bread in their hands and Alma confronts you about what happened inside.

-I hate that I can't show openly how I feel because outside the house, then no one knows we are married and they think you are available. -You think I don't want to do it too, that it doesn't hurt me not to be able to kiss you in public, I wish our time was like that about us- taking your hand to go back home

- - - -

The children had tidied up the house while they were away to celebrate their anniversary and honestly the day had gone by pretty fast, Peregrine loved your gift exchanging her old pocket watch for the one you gave her, but there was still one last gift that could only be given in the privacy of her room.

-Y/n...Where have you been?- the ymbryne asks the air as she enters her shared room.

Suddenly a pair of arms encircle the woman's body, taking her a little by surprise.

-Here I am,- you say, resting your head on her shoulder.

-I was looking for you while I put the children to bed,- turning around in your arms to face you.

-I was preparing something,- carefully taking her face and placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

-What is it, may I ask?- with his hands snaking inside your open shirt.

-Come with me,- leading her into the bathroom where the bathtub is ready with some candles and bath salts.

-This is perfect,- she says with a smile as you help them take off their clothes.

Alma gets into the bathtub and sits on one side of it to watch your every move while you take off your clothes, until you are completely naked and get comfortable behind her.

-This feels good,- Peregrine says with a moan as she settles herself on your body.

-You deserve the best, honey,- leaving a kiss on her shoulder.

You start washing her hair, massaging her scalp, after having kept that hairstyle all day, you continue with her back, massaging the pressure points, receiving a moan in return.

-You've been so stressed lately,- you say in her ear, seeing her close her eyes.

-Mmmhhh,- she lets go, taking your hand that is on her waist.

-Every day you do your best to take care of the children,- intertwining your fingers with hers.

Your other hand begins to roam her body, every curve, birthmark, scars that represent her battles.

-Let me take care of you sweetheart,- planting a kiss on her shoulder.

-Please..,- she says, releasing your hand and guiding it to her legs.

Her breath catches as your fingers find her core, you comb her hair back with your other hand to leave a kiss on the nape of her neck. Alma couldn't help but move her hips forward to meet your touch, her breath caught as you began to slowly and gently circle her clit.

-Do you like it?

Another moan was her only response, ending with a sharp inhale as you slid two fingers inside her, making you swallow a moan at how tight and warm she was.

-You're doing great,- you breathed, leaving a kiss on her shoulder.

Her hips began to roll to assist and guide your movements.

At one point Alma let out a noise that started as a moan and ended in a sob. Moving her hips harder and faster, dropping her head on your shoulder.

-Y/n...

You pushed another finger inside, pulling another moan from Alma, she was breathing fast in your ear, clinging to the sides of the tub

-You look so beautiful like that honey- murmuring in her ear making her come undone.

You pushed your fingers deeper as she squeezed them and her body arched against yours, stealing your breath. Your teeth sank into her lower lip and drawing a little blood.

You helped her down from her height, whispering words of love in her ear, splashing kisses on the skin you reach.

-What do you say we take this to bed?,- Peregrine asks, turning to look at you

-Okay, the water's getting cold anyway,- helping Alma out of the tub.

As soon as you finish drying your body, you have Alma on top of you claiming your lips in a kiss full of passion, you take her face while you savor Alma swallowing a moan from her, while you move both of them to get to the bed.

Pushing Peregrine onto the bed, staying there for a moment to admire the woman you had decided to share your life with.

-What?

-You're fucking beautiful

The ymbryne was very particular about vocabulary, but in the bedroom things were different. You dreadlocks down Alma's body splashing kisses your way until you settled between her legs, making her move her hips instinctively towards you.

You left a kiss on her belly and pushed her hips down.

-I've got you

Rubbing slow, lazy circles with your thumb over her clit, little sighs came from the ymbryne trying to keep as quiet as possible, after a few moments, you pressed your thumbtip firmly over her center, making her squirm beneath you.

You slid the pads of two fingers up and down her center, between her folds, teasing her entrance.

-Stop teasing,- she reproaches, looking at you angrily.

You can't help but laugh at her words and turn away from her completely.

-I have to remind you who's in charge, sweetheart,- taking her jaw to look at you.

There were no words to describe how much Peregrine loved it when you were dominant with her, for a woman who was in charge of a house full of children, being in charge in the bedroom was not something she wanted to do.

-No,- you reply, pulling her thigh together to get some relief.

-Good girl- caressing her cheek lovingly.

After returning to your place between her legs, you teased her some more, you slowly pushed two fingers inside her and curved them. The sounds coming out of her mouth were heavenly, a sound that very few people had the joy of hearing.

You kissed and nibbled the inside of her thighs, a hand in your hair guided you to where she needed you most.

Your tongue begins to lick her moist folds as you gaze into her eyes, though your view is blocked repeatedly every few seconds by her rapidly rising and falling chest.

-Fuck...- she sighs as you speed up the rhythm of your tongue.

-Please... don't stop,- she begs, wiggling her hips.

You could feel her walls tighten around your fingers and you knew it wouldn't take long for her to cum, her back arches at the amount of pleasure she is receiving, her knuckles turn white from the tight grip they have on the sheets as she is pounded by her orgasm.

When Alma caught her breath again, her cheeks were turning a beautiful pink color as you took care of wiping away every last drop of her juices.

-Here, honey,- handing her a glass of water found on the bedside table.

-Thank you,- patting the spot next to her.

She immediately snuggled up to you with a sigh of contentment, with a little giggle you planted a kiss in her hair.

-Happy Anniversary

#miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #mphfpc #alma peregrine #alma lefay peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #alma x reader #eva green #eva green x reader

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rogue205 · 6 months

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Hunger Games rant

This is kind of surprising me because I used to ship Everlark when I read the books years ago but upon a re-read as an adult?

I’m just wandering through the Hunger Games fandom and seriously have to say… I very very much doubt that Katniss and Peeta “would’ve happened anyway” if they were not reaped nor if the Games never existed.

Sure, he had a crush on her which is likely why he gave her the burned bread that day(something that I’m pretty sure isn’t even covered in the movies) which people seem to think makes her required to like him back. Their relationship was also a forced play for the Capitol, she had no choice. If it was “gonna happen anyway”, she would’ve been dating him already by the first book.

As an (now)Everthorne shipper, I am a little biased but she clearly has more in common with Gale, they had known each other for years, and she even bluntly states that “he is hers and she is his” at one point. Seems straight forward to me. Gale also deserved better than what SC did to him. Yes, he helped to design those bombs but I very much doubt he knew what Coin was going to use them for nor did he know that Prim was going to be there and put in the direct line of fire. Prove me wrong. I’m also slightly irritated that Katniss holds this over his head, and while I understand given that it’s Prim, she should know him better than that. Just seemed like an easy way for Collins to get rid of him so she could pander to fans by putting Katniss with Peeta. Yes, he lied by omission but he didn’t want to hurt her. And I find it odd that she just can’t seem to get over that, while she seems to just instantly forgive Peeta for every manipulation(unintended or not) that he puts her through.

I do find it funny that some people seriously seem to think that Gale and Katniss actually are cousins. Take the Everlark blinders off, people. You really think that Collins would create a love triangle that involved incest?

She picked Peeta in the end because he could give her stability in a post war world when she had no one, not because she loved him like that. Matches up to “she’ll pick who she can’t survive without” to me. I know people immediately interpret that as “she’ll pick who she loves” but no. If Gale meant it that way, he would’ve said it that way but he also knows the only one Katniss would and could ever truly love is Prim. Peeta does not understand this about her.

The movies just showed a “happy-ever-after Everlark” ending while ignoring that fact that Peeta is still struggling with the hijack(and poses a continuing threat to Katniss because of it) and in the books, Katniss does wonder what kind of future she also could’ve had with Gale like they were talking about before the first reaping. But she dismisses it because she imagines that he’s moved on. Her ending with Peeta comes across to me as “obligation” still. Surprisingly, lots of people seem to get this too I’ve read but most are still “romantic Everlark” anyway. 🤷‍♀️

Katniss had gone through the books pretty adamant that she didn’t want to marry or have children and yes, that was largely because she didn’t want them to have to go through the Games but it’s also been said behind the scenes that she only did these exact things in the end because Peeta wanted it. Literally along the lines of “I didn’t want children but Peeta did and kept asking until I finally caved…” just rubs me the wrong way.

I think it would’ve been a refreshing change to have ended this series the way Katniss originally wanted. Where she didn’t end up with anyone. (@zalrb here on Tumblr says this all way better than I ever could. Go visit them.)

#my own opinion #anti Everlark #seriously they wouldn’t have just happened anyway had the games not existed #if they were ever going to be a thing it would’ve happened before the first book #hunger games #the hunger games #I just had to rant after going through so much fanfiction where ‘Everlark would be a thing no matter what!’#I also hated starting a story that was marked specifically as Everthorne only to have Katniss meet Peeta #and literally decide two seconds later that she loves him instead and runs off to be with him #how does that make Gale the bad guy? ugh 🙄#Or he is written wildly out of character to justify her running off with Peeta #just had to get all this off my chest #you don’t like or agree? I don’t care really #as said this is my opinion #and rant

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houseofthelilypads · 8 months

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Shrek Princesses Rewrite Edition 🐸👑🍎👡😴💇

Based on my own headcanons & plans for their roles in my rewrite of Shrek 3. Because if I can redeem Artie and Charming then the ladies deserve that same chance!!

AND DORIS TOO >:[

Fiona

Had a private tutor during her time at the tower

When food wasn't available she took to eating lava bread and smoked rats and bugs

Is heat resistant

She did venture out the tower when dragon was away

Studied martial arts through books and watching on the magic mirror

Her friends often stopped by to visit her, but as they got settled in adult lives grew too busy

Fiona loves kids and hopes to give her own children a childhood she never had

Does carry some resentment towards her parents she only vents in private tho

She can sing but on a normal range. Any higher it well... The bird scene in the first film

She loves swimming and water activities partly due to being surrounded by lava half of her life

Her favorite colors are green and blue they remind her of nature and to her, nature = freedom

Has bleached her hair a few times

She makes mud based beauty products and sell them on the side

Still listens to Sir Justin's music and has been to his concert

Knows of Artie's existence; they bond a lot over their parental issues

Fiona mentors artie how to defend himself, he has some proficiency in martial arts

Inherited her red hair from her grandmother

The reason Fiona was an ogre is partly due to her father being the Frog prince and guess where frogs live?

It's also believed that one of fiona's ancestors actually married an ogre but VERY long ago; the curse just brought out her genes

Fiona loves to stargaze; she also collected obsidian and volcanic rock

Sleeping Beauty

Is in a long distance relationship with the Sandman

Her dress is green because that's the color her disney counterpart never wears

Is the last one to arrive at a ball and the first one to leave

She has beds in every room but is usually found sleeping on the floor

Doesn't want children because she's too exhausted and fears any potential kids might inherit her condition

She actually understands Fiona dating someone who isn't human nor royalty, she dates the freaking god of SLEEP

Has the most patience with Snow because she sleeps through her nonsense anyways

Just like the video game adaptation of the third movie, she has the power to summon an army

Was the most hurt by Rapunzel's betrayal, they were the closest due to their similar backstories and lack of a biological family

Rapunzel

Used to date another prince but he never came back to her tower so she eventually rescued herself. This is why she latched on to Charming in canon (and Bruce in my fanfic)

After getting charged with treason Rapunzel is made to serve community service. She hates it but considers it better than exile

She wears gold to match her hair

She owns a lot of wigs after suffering loss of her real hair (which she shaved off).

Cinderella

Cleans her own home

Lives in a smaller house compared to the rest

The others tease her for it but understands it's to make it easier for her to clean; having spent her whole childhood cleaning a giant estate

Is a master at blacksmithing and glassblowing; what she didn't JUST clean her home she had to do repairs too

Carries some cleaning supplies

Is VERY careful in leaving crumbs

Dislikes rats and cockroaches; she has a cat named Chandelier for this reason (my twist on Disney's Cinderella)

Is working to unlearn her people pleasing

has a better relationship with her stepsisters as adults

Her prince suffers from face blindness and as such gets her confused with other ladies. He even mistook Shrek for her

She doesn't mind kids but she rather work on reconciling with her stepfamily and heal from the abuse than pass down any baggage

The third strongest princess due to years of heavy lifting

Had the closest relationship with Fairy Godmother; was even considered a potential suitor for Charming but Cindy didn't like his vanity and immaturity.

When Cindy finds out about their plan to break up Fiona's marriage she is saddened but not surprised given Charming's past behavior

Snow White

She's my least favorite but I can explain why she acts like that

Developed an Ice Queen persona to protect herself

Living with seven bachelors rubbed off on her

Love rock music

Trained her animals to fight; found the larger animals surprisingly easier to tame

There's another Snow White but she is younger and has white hair.

If she ever sees her MGA doll irl she would be impressed that it's the only doll that managed to stay the most accurate to how she looks. She'd cut the hair

Does feel a little guilty for her mean girl attitude especially after it pushed Rapunzel away so post canon she works to be a little nicer

Her prince is actually the huntsman sent to kill her; he disguised himself as one to warn her of the evil queen

Still visits the dwarves time to time and even lets them live with her

Doris

Chose to reconcile with Cinderella after taking a good long hard look at herself

Is the girly girl of them all

The first thing she brought with her first paycheck was a purple dress, she couldn't afford the color after losing her home

Doesn't like to talk about her mother

After Fiona she is the 2nd physically strongest Princess

Knows every beauty trick in the book, every ingredient, foundation shade, even which brand of Lead

Shaves her legs using a sugar and lemon wax method, she doesn't use razors

She knows my OC Gwynn from when Gwynn was a teenager first arriving at the Poison Apple

She still has a crush on Charming, but tones it down after he starts dating Gwynn

Her friction with Mabel started after Doris expressed desire to make up wth Cindy, Mabel didn't see what they had to apologize for.

After Shrek 3 Doris works at the Candy Apple, which is an extension of the Poison Apple but FOR KIDS

#rapunzel shrek #snow white shrek #sleeping beauty shrek #cinderella shrek #doris shrek #shrek #shrek the third #shrek princesses #headcanons #shrek the third rewrite #princess fiona #fiona shrek

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mango-bango-bby · 2 years

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Yandere royal momo yaoyorozu x fem normal reader where the reader saved momo from thiefs (without knowing that momo was the princess since she wore a disguise)in the past and momo never saw a lady with a sword and arrows so she fell for her and stalked her and knew she was a bakers daughter and then she asked her father if the reader could be her personal guard but he said no cuz women cant be guards so when her parents died and she became the queen she asked (forced) the reader to marry her ( and if she didnt marry her she would murder her whole family and make them suffer in front of her until she say yes )

♡ The Queen ♡

(A/N: This was really fun to write!! I haven’t written for Momo in a while but I missed writing for her 😭😭 I hope you like, I think it’s really cute and I love royalty au 💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, royalty au, kidnapping, mostly just fluff

Summary: After unknowingly saving the queen of the kingdom, she becomes obsessed with you (Yan!Momo x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Momo had been in love with you for as long as she could remember. At least since the first time she saw you, when you two were both younger. Two years ago Momo, the princess soon to be queen of the kingdom, went into town just to see how things were. She was disguised so she was cornered by a couple thieves. Luckily for her, you happened to by near.

♡ Your father owned a small bakery in the kingdom. You had been working with him since you were a young child, you had also been trained with a sword since you were a child. The bakery wasn’t exactly in the best part of the kingdom so you often found yourself need self defense. So when you saw a woman around your age being cornered by some thieves you were quick to pull out your sword, threatening the thieves to stay away.

♡ Momo only thanked you before returning to the castle, completely star struck. You were so beautiful. You were selfless as well, trying to help her. You were so strong. You were so graceful. Of course, after such a chance encounter she wanted to know more about you.

♡ After ordering the guards to learn more about you, she only fell in love more. You were always helping with the bakery. Your family loved the bakery even if you didn’t get much money in it. She thinks though, if you were to just marry her, she’s sure she could help put your family. She wants you to be hers. She could help you, give you a better life.

♡ She knows you stay up late to help your family. She knows you give some of your little money to other families to help them. She knows you give free bread and sweets to the local children. She knows you help people in the community. Shoe knows you don’t go to bed until very late. She knows you’re tired. You need to be cared for too sometimes, and she can do that. She could coddle and care for you when you need it.

♡ So the moment she becomes queen, she’s ordering guards to go out and bring you to her. The moment guards turn up at the bakery, ordering you to come with them, you’re terrified. You think you’re being arrested and you’re terrified because you have no idea what you did wrong.

♡ The moment you arrive at the castle, Momo is just smiling so widely. You’re even more lovely than she remembers. Sadly, it doesn’t seem like you remember her. She loves seeing you again, but she also sees the bags underneath your eyes and she sees how tattered your clothes are.

♡ She will be able to give you a better life by her side.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere bnha #royalty au #yandere momo #Yandere!Momo #yandere momo yaoyorozu #yandere momo x reader #yandere yaoyorozu #yandere yaoyorozu x reader

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andydrysdalerogers · 8 months

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Sliding Into Home ~ Status: All Star

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Abigail Cecilia Hernandez-Adler grew up in a crazy house. But not like you think.

The youngest of five children, she is also the only girl. Her parents' miracle. Not that they didn’t love her brothers. But she was an unexpected, yet adored by her family, miracle.

Walking towards her childhood home, Mary was chattering as usual. She loved her adoptive grandparents, well really, her only grandparents, seeing as how Frank’s mother, Evelyn, wasn’t really in the picture. “Do you think Abuela (grandmother) made my cake?”

“I’m sure she did.” Abby smiled. Her “cake” was actually imported sweet bread with pineapple jam filling. Ana could make it, but the local Salvadorean bakery had it shipped fresh every week. Abby cocked her head when she heard the sounds of people yelling at the television, no doubt a soccer game on the screen. “I think the guys are already here. Mami said the guys would be here but not the wives.”

Frank groaned. “So, they are planning on killing me.”

“For what?” Abby asked innocently.

“You know for what,” Frank growled. “I married their baby sister without them there.”

“But Mami and Papi were there. They can get over it.” Abby raised her hand to knock but Frank stopped her.

“Remember me after I die, love. Don’t fall for anyone else. Especially this asshole,” thumbing back to Johnny. “Be a widow forever.”

“Oh my god, so dramatic.” Abby knocked and smiled. “Love you, Frankie.”

“I’m seriously doubting that right now Cricket.”

The door flew open with Ana on the other side with an apron already on. “Since when do you knock?”

“Since you taught me manners,” Abby replied. She hugged her mother, “Hi Mami.”

“Hola, mi linda (my beauty). Come in! Mi hijo,” she kissed Frank’s cheek. “The boys are in the den with your father. Oh Johnny, Suzie, Scott, I’m so glad you came. Oh, mi corazon (my heart),” as she hugs Mary. “You are getting so big.”

“Abuela! I missed you!” Mary hugged Ana hard. “Is Abuelo here?”

“Is that my Mary?” William came from around the corner and Mary squealed, jumping into his arms. “Oh Nugget, you’ve grown like a foot since Vegas.”

“I have not!” Mary danced around, with Dodger prancing with her.

“To me, you have. Go,” he pointed to the den. “There are some people who want to see you.” Mary took off with Dodger following. William stood up and smiled. “HI, mi hija, Frank.” He gave both of them a hug before shaking hands with the rest of the group. “How was the house?”

“It was good. A little weird,” Abby offered. “But it still felt like home. Frank’s nervous.”

“I’m not nervous, I’m cautious.” William gave him a look. “The guys are gonna kill me.”

William laughed. “They are not. They might try but you make their sister happy and let’s face it, they are more scared of her.”

“Hey fools, apparently our little sister can’t even say hi to us,” a male voice says as the group walks into the living room.

“Mami! Isn’t it polite to greet guests as they come into the house and not make them go to you?” Abby’s eyes sparkle as her brother, Marco, blanches.

Ana comes out with her hands on her hips. “Marco, go get your brothers and come say hello to your hermanita and her family.”

“But Mami...”

“Now! Or vas a ver (you will see).” She reaches down for her foot and Marco practically runs into the other room.

“What the hell,” Johnny mutters under his breath as Scott Frank and Abby laugh. Susie shrugs.

“It's called La Chancla, or the sandal. It’s a Hispanic mother thing. They throw it at the child who annoys them the most. It's usually Marco or Robert for us,” Abby explains. “Frank got it once too, in high school.”

Frank unconsciously rubs the back of his head. “Ana’s got great aim as well.” His back stiffens as Marco and three other men enter the room. “Shit.”

“That’s a quarter Frank,” Mary sings, coming up behind them. “Frank swears a lot and Abby is making him pay for it.”

“Good for her,” the oldest looking at bunch says. “Hi,” turning to the newcomers. “I’m Antonio,” offering his hand to everyone. “This is Robert, Daniel and Marco.”

Abby introduces everyone as Ana ushers everyone to the den. As Frank walks by, Antonio stops him. “We just need to talk to Frankie Boy here for a sec.”

“Tony...”

“Abby princessa, go talk with your friends. We’ll just be a moment.”

“Its ok Cricket.” Frank nods to her. “Love you”.

Abby rolls her eyes and sighs. “Just don’t kill him. I love him too much.” She tosses her curls around and stomps out of the room.

Frank swallows as he looks at his wife’s brothers. His brothers in law. “Guys look...”

“Shut up Franklin,” Antonio growls. “Did you cheat on my sister?”

Frank is stunned. “No. I would never.”

“Then the pictures...”

“Were a set-up from Weiss,” Frank said. “He’s been playing this game with her all because he’s in love with her. Daniel, you remember how he was with her. But I would do anything to protect your sister. I love her so much. She and Mary are my entire world.”

“You married her without us,” Robert said.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to give her a real wedding?” Daniel asked.

“As soon as the season is over. Scott and Abby have already started planning.”

“What about your sister?” Marco looks angrier. He was the closest to Abby since they were only about a year apart.

“The police are looking for her and Weiss. But until they do, Abby will have security when she gets back to work next week. If I’m not with her, someone else is. Scott and Susie have been great keeping her company.”

Antonio crosses his arms. “We’ve always liked you, Frank. But she’s our sister.”

“And I respect that. I do. But when Abby wanted to get married right away, I had to negotiate...”

“Wait,” Daniel stopped him. “She wanted to move that fast?”

Frank nodded. “Yeah, I could barely get her to agree to give me the day so I could get your parents out there.” The look of shock crossed their faces. “Did she not tell you that?”

“No,” Robert said. “I’m going to kill her.” Her other brothers began muttering in Spanish.

“Or,” Frank said, “you could have your revenge.”

Once the drama of the Hernandez boys and Frank was done, which suspiciously took longer than expected, the entire group sat for the lunch Ana had made. “God, I forgot how good your food is Ana,” Frank mumbled with a full mouth.

Abby smacks his arm. “Swallow and then speak, Adler.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s rude but he’s right Mami. I have missed your food.”

“I’ve taught you everything you know, mi hija.” Ana smiled softly at her daughter. “All it takes is practice.”

“Don’t have the time,” Abby replied. “Besides, I can’t do as good a job as you.” She took a bite and looked at her friends. “What do you guys think?”

“It's delicious,” Sue said wiping her mouth. “So much better than some of the restaurants in LA.”

“Agreed,” Johnny said. He saw Mary struggling with a piece of meat and reached over to cut it for her. “You guys coming to the All Star stuff?”

Daniel replied to him, “yeah Frankie Boy sent over tickets for everything. Me and the boys are bringing our girls, except for Marco. He doesn’t have a girl.”

“Shut up,” Marco said. He looked at Susie and blushed a little, bowing his head in embarrassment.

“It should be fun,” Frank said. “I’m in the home run derby this year with Storm.” He and Johnny high-fived. “First time two players from the same team made it in a while.”

Abby smiled and kissed Frank’s cheek. She went to reach for her drink but found it empty. “I’m going to get another. Does anybody want something?”

“Can I get another beer Abbs?” Robert asked.

“Sure.” She got up. As soon as she cleared the doorway, one by one, each of her brothers and Frank train their gazes on the door.

Ana frowned. “What are you up...” A scream broke through the house.

Abby came screaming out and right into Frank’s arms. “Sp-spi-spider!” She screeched. She buried her head into Frank’s chest and began to cry.

“Hey Cricket, its ok,” he sooth.

William got up and went to the pantry and walked back out with a giant spider in his hand. “Antonio!”

“Maybe next time you’ll invite your brothers to your wedding, hermana,” Antonio said.

Abby stopped and looked at Frank. Her eyes became set in fury. “Baby?”

Her head turned as she looked at her oldest brother. “Did you put that spider on the beer fridge handle?” her voice was low and lethal. She got up and started to stalk towards him.

Antonio blanched. “Ok, Abbs, look...” he looked at his brothers. “It was Frank’s idea,”

“The fuck it was! I just said to take your revenge, not scare her half to death.”

The distraction from Frank’s explanation was enough for Abby to launch herself at her bother and throw her arms around his neck and into a choke hold. “You dick!”

Antonio tried to rip her away, but she was stronger now. Robert, Daniel and Marco decided to allow Antonio and Abby have at it.

“Abigail Cecilia! Antonio David! That’s enough!” her father roared. Abby let go; both were breathing heavily. “You would think that your mother and I raised animals.” William sat back down in his chair. “Abigail, go sit.” Abby sat back down. “Now, Tony, apologize to your sister and then clean all of this up. You and your brothers are on clean up duty.” The guys went to protest but William stopped them. “One peep from any of you and you will get a whooping. I don’t care how old you are.”

“Si, papi,” they all mumbled, throwing daggers at Abby.

“Abby, go clean up the back room.”

“But Papi, I didn’t do anything!”

“I don’t care. You behave like animals, I’ll treat you like one. And Frank?” Frank whipped his head towards his father in law. “You help her but if she kills you, no one is going to stop her.” The entire table dissolved into laughter as Frank groaned in his seat.

As Frank and Abby got ready for bed, Frank tried to talk to his wife. “Cricket?”

“I’m not talking to you.”

Frank sighed. “I didn’t tell them to use the spider.”

“But you told them to have revenge.”

“What was I supposed to say? Hey sorry that my wife decided not to call you before she got married. My bad?” Frank grabbed her and put her on his lap. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I love you, baby. I’m so, so sorry.”

Abby sighed. “Fine, but no sex for you.”

“But Cricket...”

“No!” She climbed into bed and turned her back on him. “You betrayed me, so no sex for you!” He climbed behind her and pulled her into his chest.

“Are you sure, my love?” He let his hand glide over her stomach. “You won’t let me make you feel good as a way to apologize?” He grazed a hand over her panties. She jerked a little. “So sensitive.” He kissed her below her ear.

Abby gave in with a low moan. “I hate you but you better not stop.”

Frank smiled and began to make his wife feel good. “Never, Cricket, never.”

All Star weekend is a chance for all the players to relax, if not invited to Boston this weekend for the All Star Game. Most of the weekend was dedicated into activities for families and meet-and-greets. Frank had been here before, but this was the first year he was happy too.

As a surprise, Frank had new jerseys for Mary and Scott with his name and number. For Abby, he had “Mrs. Adler” on hers. “Maybe later, you can just wear this,” he whispered to her.

“For my all-star, absolutely.” Abby smiled into the kiss as she put the jersey on over her camisole and jeans.

It was rare when two players from the same team make it to the home run derby. But Frank and Johnny were always the exception and not the rule. Johnny had been laughing too much to take it seriously and dropped out after the first round. Frank on the other hand was proud of his swing. He made it to the face off.

With Bobby Fuller.

When was Frank going to get a break from this asshole?

Frank took his stance as he went to swing away. Out of the 30 pitches he got, he sent 18 out of the park, with three sailing over the Green Monster. Mary had been sitting on the field with the other kids and screamed in joy after each one. Once he was finished, he sat back with the rest of the National League while Bobby went to bat. With the last hit, Frank held his breath. But it was short of the wall, giving Frank the home run title. He had Mary in his arms as he was interviewed.

“So Frank, this has been a big year for you?”

Frank chuckled. “You can say that.”

“New wife, new team. Any other changes coming?”

“Not at the moment. My family and are finally settled in LA and we like it there. Don’t we?” He tickled Mary. She giggled and ducked her head.

“You’re Boston, born and raised. How good does it feel to will the home run title on your home turf?”

Frank took a moment to look around the stadium. “This place raised me and my wife when we were kids, so it always feels good to be back. And yes, winning the title here is amazing. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“Congratulations on everything, Frank!”

“Thank you!” He waved to the crowd as he carried Mary off the field.

The next day was the actual game. Frank made a conscious effort to sit away from Bobby and chatted with Johnny and others.

Abby, Scott, Mary and Susie were sitting in the family section, enjoying the game. It wasn’t so serious, mainly because it was for bragging rights and home field advantage during the World Series. “Abby, can I have an ice cream?” Mary was bouncing all over the place.

“Nugget, are you sure you’re not gonna get sick?”

“Nope, promise!”

Abby laughed. “Ok as soon as they come by, we’ll get one.”

“Oh, there is one at the top. Can I go? Please?” Mary gave eyes.

Abby chewed her lip. “Ok, but right there and right back Mary. I’ll keep an eye out.” Mary jumped up and ran up the stairs. Just then, there was a groan that when through the crown. Abby looked back at the game. An outfielder from the American League missed a throw and Frank was running from first to second. The crowd cheered as he slid into the bag, safe. Abby clapped and then turned back.

To find that Mary was nowhere to be seen.

A/N: I know that "La Chancla" is not something that is exclusive to the hispanic community. However, "Abigail" is a hispanic basis character which is where this is coming from. I hope I'm not offending anyone.

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The Flame Dragon God's Bride

Pairing: Nalu/Natsu x Lucy

Synopsis: After every quinquennial period, a young lass is chosen as an offering to the flame dragon god.

Warning: This story is all about inter-species relationships, and cr3amp13.

—o—

Every five years, in Lucy’s village, a sacrifice was made.

It was said that many years ago, a great dragon descended from the heavens. The flames that he blew onto the Earth gave birth to life, and so the world was born. Living alone was lonely, and so the dragon implanted his seed into the fields and gave birth to man who worshipped and comforted him.

Or at least, that is what the older caretakers at the orphanage told her. “Listen, Lucy,” the scarlet-haired woman admonishes. Erza had, after all, always been a stern person. “This is important to know. It’s the year of harvest, you know. You’ve come of age this year!”

Lucy had never taken much stock in gods, demons, monsters, or humans. They could all screw themselves as far as she was concerned. Even if the dragon god was real, what good was he if he did nothing about the suffering of the people in this village? Every three years the crops began to wane and people began to starve. It was a blight of the land, or so the “wise” elders stated. Her parents had been killed when she was still very young – killed when someone had stolen from them for food.

What kind of “god” allowed that?

She makes a face at the older woman and sticks out her tongue. Erza flicks her forehead and her friend, Juvia sits beside her, all prim and proper, like she always did and rolls her eyes at her antics.

“I could care less about a harvest year,” Lucy bites back. And she really couldn’t. Every harvest year, an untouched girl who had come of age who chosen by the dragon. She had always been too young to attend the choosing ceremony, and she had no idea how girls were chosen, but she did know what happened after. The girl would need to satisfy the Dragon’s lust, indulging him for an entire month before being sent back into the village.

After that, the crops would flourish, and the girl would be regarded as a martyr. She would never marry, but she and her family would be well cared for.

"I’ll run if I’m the chosen!"

“And you’ll be captured and dragged back,” Erza reprimands, voice sharp. “Becoming a bride for the Dragon god is a great honor–”

“Being used as a toy is an honor?” The blonde-haired girl asks back crossly. With a sigh, she huffs when she hears annoyed sounds behind her. She nearly flips them off off, but she holds herself back.

“The tribute’s sacrifice is a great honor, by giving herself to the dragon, she in turn brings her village good tidings and a bountiful harvest!” Erza continues.

At this point, Lucy just nods in order to get Erza to leave her alone. Huffily, she looks at the calendar. The day of harvest was tomorrow.

It’s fine, she thinks. That day will come and go, just like all days.

She’s able to swipe some bread and cheese from the kitchen which she brings to her bunkmate after that annoying lesson. She was of age now and would soon need to leave.

Lucy takes a look around the run-down orphanage. It was tiny, having only a few rooms. One large room for all of the abandoned teens and children, a school room for education, a kitchen, and a large bathing area. It was practically falling apart, but it was the only place that she had ever known for years. Her eyes sting, and she wipes them quickly before any of the moisture that had gathered there could fall. It was fine. She wouldn’t miss this stupid place.

She’d need to get a job quickly, and save up enough so that she could leave.

Maybe she’d even find a way to leave the village.

Cana is laying on the lower bunk bed in the sleeping area, somewhat sober, when Lucy finds her. She throws her the bread, and the young woman with dark brown hair catches it with a smirk.

“How was the dragon bride spiel?”

Lucy rolls her eyes, “Boring. You’re lucky you don’t have to go. Must be nice for your part, huh,” she plops down onto the bed beside her. Cana breaks the bread in half and hands her a piece of it, which she accepts gratefully. She bites into it and chews. The bread was stale and old, just like this falling apart building, and the entire fucking village.

Cana falls quiet.

“You don’t think you’ll be chosen, will ya? I'm gonna miss having you around. Though, it was just for the time being, still...”

Lucy frowns. That had been a thought she had tried to push out of her own head. There would be only 20 girls attending the choosing ceremony tomorrow, and she was one of them. The odds weren’t good, but the others were just as likely to be chosen. She chews on the tip of her thumb, nibbling at the skin until it was red and peeling slightly in the dry air.

She gives her companion a wide smile. “Of course not!”

The choosing day arrives the following day – she, Juvia, and some of the other girls are all brought to the foot of the dragon’s mountain. Here, many of the village elders lived, taking direct command from the dragon who lived at the very top. Lady Erza leads them to a large clearing, where many of the wise men sit in wait for them. She had seen them all before. Once a year, all of them came down to the village, in order to minister gospel to the rest of the citizens. Cana had once told her that it seemed like they were less interested in ministering and more invested in scoping out any girls who were close to coming of age for the following harvest.

Lucy had to agree with her.

The men are all old, with wrinkled faces and leering smiles as they regard all of them.

It instantly makes Lucy feel sick.

“How lucky you all are,” one of the elders say, who called himself Hades. “One of you is very close to paradise, you will give yourself to the dragon, and in turn, your village will prosper. Is there a greater honor?” He calls out. Some of the other men snicker, looking at all of them.

She wasn’t naive enough to not understand what those looks meant. The other women seem to shrink, looking down demurely, but Lucy looks at them all head on, eyes narrowed and teeth grit.

Another elder, named Porla seems to have noticed.

“Is there a problem, girl?” He asks, his voice silky, but dangerous. “You look upset. Do you not want to give yourself to the dragon?” A hush falls over the crowd of girls, who all give her worried glances. Juvia grabs her hand from beside her.

“Don’t,” the calmer girl warns. It was clear as day how that man’s comment had made her blood boil. She can feel heat on the back of her neck, searing her very soul. She trembles, and bites her lip so hard that she can taste blood in her mouth. “Don’t.”

“I suppose that is up to the dragon,” Lucy growls in response.

The elders glare at her, but Porla just seems amused. He doesn’t move from his spot. His eyes crinkle, as though he knew something that she didn’t. She’s not sure why, but she’s unnerved and drops his gaze, bringing her eyes down to the cool stone beneath her feet. “I suppose that it is,” there’s an almost gleeful quality to his voice. It’s shuddersome, but she squashes down her fear.

She wouldn’t let him intimidate her.

It’s not me, she thinks, tries to reassure herself. It could be anyone. It’s not me.

She can feel all of the other girls’ eyes on her. Somehow, the atmosphere had changed, as though they were all relieved. It was if they knew as well, that she had made a mistake. She bites into her lip, hard.

Juvia’s hand is firm on her wrist, but even she could see that the blue-haired girl looked grim.

“Kneel,” Porla says to them all. “Kneel and wait. We will confer with one another before we reveal our choice to you all.” He gives the blonde girl another smile, and she knows.

Confer.

Choice.

Those words played over and over again in her head as her characteristic boldness evaporated. A tense chill grips her as the men whisper amongst themselves.They would be the ones choosing the sacrifice.

Stupid, she thinks, panicked. Why can’t you ever shut up for once? Erza and Cana tried to warn you to hold your tongue –

It’s not a long conference at all. The men speak for about five minutes total before they announce their choice.

“Lucy Heartfilia,” Porla says with a leering smile. “Rejoice!” He claps his hands together, eyes filled with an almost perverse malice. She can’t look up. She can’t.

Was this really happening?

“You will be the dragon’s chosen bride!”

It takes about five guards to wrestle her to the ground.

She’s proud to have given three of them black eyes and to have busted the other two’s lips. She breaks one of their noses and is satisfied to have their blood on her hands. Lucy hits the ground, hard. She struggles against the weight pinning her down, and watches as one who’s nose she had broken raises his hand, preparing to strike her.

“No!” One of the elders call, “The dragon will be upset if she’s damaged!”

She hears the guard snarl, glaring down at her. Then, he smirks cruelly as he wipes the blood from his nose and smears it across her face. She gags, and spits at him. “You won’t have as much fight once the dragon has ruined you,” he sneers.

She manages to raise her knee, thrusting it up hard into his balls and has never been more satisfied to see a man cry then she is at that moment.

Eventually, Erza is brought in to speak with her.

She looks upset, and Lucy has a difficult time meeting her eyes. Gently, she comes and squeezes her shoulders. “Lucy,” she says firmly. “You must comply.”

“But–”

“No, buts,” the older woman says firmly, “This is your duty to perform now. The land with continue to stagnant if you don’t,” and Lucy bites the inside of her cheeks so hard that she can taste blood. Duty? Responsibility? She had never had a choice in any of this! Not in being born in this shitty village – not in her parents dying – and certainly not in practically raising herself at that shitty orphanage of years. Now she would be forced to “please” some faceless god?

“It’s not fair,” she whispers, and her eyes begin to blur. “Erza, it’s not fair.”

Erza’s eyes soften as she’s pulled into a tight embrace. Lucy clings to her, not wanting to let go. She had always been tough on her, and all of the other children. It was because she cared, even if she was a pious woman. Erza had been an older orphan at that point when she had first arrived, before she had chosen to work at the place that had always been her home. She had been nothing but a sobbing little girl at the time, and the older girl had comforted her.

Now, she’s doing it again. “It’s not fair at all – but you have to.” It’s cruel of her, but she adds. “Think of the future. After this, you’ll be stable for the rest of your life. You’ll be able to get a real home, if you want to leave.”

A real home – but at what cost?

It feels as though all of her energy has left her, evaporating.

“Alright,” Lucy whispers dully.

From that point on, she complies.

She bids Cana and Juvia goodbye. She is shown a room at the top of tower where the elders live. She is presented two handmaidens who tell her that tomorrow would begin the month of harvest. “You’ll meet Master E.N.D. there.”

Lucy blinks blearily. “E.N.D.?”

The handmaid, a petite young girl with blue colored hair and eyes smiles. “That’s what the elders call the dragon god. I don't know what it means, though,” she explains.

Master...E.N.D.

He was the one who had caused all of this.

Her husband.

Lucy is woken up promptly as sunrise by the small, blue-haired handmaiden. She called herself Levy and implores her to refer to her familiarly. “I’m here to serve you, m’lady. There’s no need for formality,” the sweet girl says with a bright smile. She seems nice. Lucy wonders what she feels about all of this.

“You don’t need to call me that,” she says in response. “Just call me by my given name. I’m not anyone special.”

“But you are!” Levy says, voice filled with conviction. “You’re the dragon’s bride!”

Lucy grimaces. How could she ever forget?

“Have you seen many of the brides before?” Lucy asks dully as she’s led to the baths. It’s a large basin in the middle of the room, filled with hot water and different scented oils. Lucy undresses as Levy begins to help her bathe, moving to wash her hair. “I only saw the previous one,” the bluenette says. “I haven’t been here that long and that was five years ago.”

The last bride had been a woman called Sorano. She had always been a wild woman, somewhat like herself in that regard. She had volunteered to be the bride when the time came and relished in the lifestyle that being a former bride afforded her. None of the men made advances on her after that, and the woman seemed thrilled about this. She had always seemed more interested in the numerous female friends who she hosted at her home.

Lucy had heard her say that the dragon had freed her. Whatever that meant. Sorano had always been strange, even to her.

“Do you know what the ceremonies entail?” she asks.

Levy stills, soapy fingers still in her hair.

“I–I’m not allowed to say, Lu-chan,” she says, looking apologetic. Lucy sighs. Of course. It figured that would be the case. She would find out when the time came and not a moment before.

“The dragon isn’t bad, though,” Levy says softly.

What?

“You’ve seen him?”

“Y-Yes,” the bluenette says. “Sometimes he comes down from the mountain even when it isn’t a harvest year.”

Lucy isn’t sure what to make of the other girl’s words. She seemed to be a meek girl. Perhaps that was the reason she thought that?

What was the dragon like? The stories described him as fearsome beast, both monster and god. She didn’t know what to expect at all. None of the few women that she had seen return from a harvest ever seemed hurt or injured. The stigma attached to the role was enough to make women fear being chosen, though.

It’s not like that matters right now, Lucy thinks. She was already here.

When she had been cleaned and dressed by Levy and another hand maid, she is taken back out to that large clearing. The elders are waiting once more for her. She’s dressed in a long and flowing kimono, one that hands slightly from her shoulders. Ornate jewels and flowers have been weaved through her hair.

The elders smile at her, and Porla’s smile seems to be the biggest of all. She glares at him as she is told to kneel in the middle of the clearing. She didn’t see anything nearby. It leads her to wonder if this was another one of the elders’ tricks, meant to make her suffer even more. “Close your eyes,” she is ordered, and she does so, not wanting to fight anymore.

And then she feels a powerful gust of wind, one that makes her hair and clothing fly all around her from the force of it. She gasps, eyes flying open and she is completely floored by what she sees.

“A monster?” She whispers to herself.

That was the only way that she could describe the large creature in front of her. It was quite large, taller than most buildings. Several long and thick tendrils on its scaly back was covered in large, black eyes with slitted red pupils. The blood red creature seems to settle down in front of her, with all of the elders behind it. They have moved back, making even more space for the creature. Its eyes, including the ones on its tendrils, seem to focus on her, and the muzzle of its large, gaping mouth opens, tongue lolling out for a moment before it closes.

Was this the dragon...god?

Lucy trembles, unable to move as she stares up at the creature in both awe and terror.

The dragon crawls towards her, getting closer to her space. Out of instinct, her breath hitches and she leans backwards. The creature notices this and thick smoke comes out of its nostrils, making the girl still. The dragon sits on all fours, leveling its two primary eyes on her level before leaning backwards and sitting on its haunches. All of its tendrils suddenly came into her view and narrowing all of its eyes on her little form.

I’m going to die, she thinks to herself. There was no way that she could handle a beast of that size. He would rip her to pieces. He’d eat her, he’d kill her. This had all been a lie, and she was going to be food for this creature! How had they managed to hide something like this for so long? How in the world had no one known about this creature? Had all of the tributes been sworn to secrecy after whatever was done to them?

Her legs tremble, as she watches the dragon stretches its arm – reaching for her.

Run.

And yet, she couldn’t. Her body was paralyzed, and she could hardly feel her legs. There would be no escaping a creature of that size. He would hunt her down easily.

I’m going to die. I’m going to die, I’m going to die –

Gently, she feels the rough claw of the dragon stroke her cheek. Lucy blinks, her eyes feel wet and so do her cheeks, at least until the claw begin to wipe the tears from her eyes. The creature touches her so softly, that she’s taken aback, gaping at him until her face was completely dry and her shivering had stopped.

It wasn’t hurting her?

Two tendrils going underneath her arm pits and lifting her up so that she is kneeling in the grass. It’s gentle with her, careful not to hurt her even as its rough claw brush her lips.

Then, she hears a voice – one that reverberates throughout her being. It’s loud and masculine, and can only be coming from the dragon.

“There is nothing to fear,” it – he says. “I will not hurt you.” Two simple sentences, and yet, she believes him. The fear leaves her at that moment, leaving only curiosity and confusion. This was the same god that demanded sacrifices and caused blight?

It was then, that the wisest elder, Porla, speaks, “The month of harvest will now begin,” says the man. “For a month, you will be bathed in the seed of the dragon through you, the land will be revitalized and will become fruitful once more,” he explains. It takes a moment for Lucy to process what he was saying.

His seed?

“At the end of the month,” says a different wise elder. “The dragon will take your maidenhead and the rite will be complete.”

She feels uneasy hearing those words, though it was no different from what she had expected from the moment that she had been chosen. The dragon retrieves its claw from her cheeks, but its tendrils were still wrapped around her, keeping her steady, and his many eyes had an almost soft look to them, despite the dragon's terrifying appearance. It really seemed as though he had no intention to hurt her.

Was she supposed to really believe that, though?

—o—

Soon after the meeting ceremony, the blonde girl, Lucy, is taken back to her room.

She looks back at the dark red dragon as her handmaidens come and gently pull her away from him, and he allows his tendrils to release her, drawing back into himself as he watches her go. Lucy looks curious, nothing like the terrified girl that he had first been greeted with after making his appearance. He never enjoyed this rites, especially not when the women he was meant to take always seemed to terrified, or resigned to their fate.

It was a necessary evil, part of the curse that had been placed on the land by that evil woman.

"Every few years, your land will wither and turn to ash. All life will die and fade, sinking back into the ground from whence it had come."

"Unless, of course – you trample over the dignity of a human woman – she will never know love again."

"And neither will you."

He grimaces as he thinks back to the wicked witch with thickly braided scarlet hair. This was his punishment for defying her all of those centuries ago.

A blight. And a curse.

Still, he’s curious enough about this girl to let his many eyes follow her back to her room. He had seen her before. Sometimes, he watched over the village that he had first built many, many years ago. He had seen many of them grow, and he had seen many of them die. Lucy had always been a girl who had stood out amongst the others. She was often disobedient and fiery. It had caught his eye during that time – and he had asked the elders to keep an eye out for her, as a girl like that would probably not be broken from the ceremony that had to happen. Sometimes, it took a much longer time to the girls who were brought to him over the years to lose their fear of him, no matter how gentle he had tried to be.

Some never did.

Ignoring the elders, he goes to where he knows Lucy must be. Tributes always stayed in the same room, the highest room on the manor, and she is there when he kneels down onto his knees, to look inside. She was there, and the handmaids were beginning to remove the jewels from her hair when their eyes meet once more, through the large oval window that was on the far left of the room. She tenses as she notices his presence, startled by seeing one of his two primary eyes peering down at her and he quickly moves away, leaving her in peace.

Right. Curious or not, he was still a monsterous being. And she still wasn’t here by choice.

—o—

He had come to visit her.

It’s something that she mulls over all night – his gentleness, the soft way that he had looked at her. He was a grotesque looking thing. How could someone who demanded sacrifices be so kind? Was this some kind of trick? He had even watched her from outside of her room, as though to check up on her.

She doesn’t understand.

Lucy is brought back to the clearing the following day. This time, she is dressed far more simply, in a plain white robe. Her hair is loose, falling down on her waistline as she kneels down onto the grass. She looks up at the massive creature who was sitting down in front of her. Today would be the first day of the fertility rite, and she had no idea what to really expect. You will be bathed in his seed. She grimaces. Perhaps she had a better idea about it then she had previously believed. Lucy worries her bottom lip with her teeth as she bends her head, looking down at the grass, and waits.

And waits.

Then, she hears a large groan escape from the dragon's mouth. She looks up, just in time to see something large and hard protruding from its abdomen. It’s huge, throbbing and it takes only a moment before she realizes exactly what it is. Her lips part as she watches as its huge claw wraps around it and begins to stroke. She hears a large rumble, one that makes the ground reverberate with the force of it, and she looks up, watching in awe.

She had never seen anything like this.

The dragon's many eyes on its tendrils slide closed, and its primary two eyes on his head looking at her, half lidded as though hazy with pleasure as he strokes himself. The elders are further away, watching the entire display and Lucy just feel…strange. It takes some time for her to identify what the feeling building in the pit of her stomach was. She hadn’t felt it often, usually late at night, when she felt far too restless to sleep. A warmth, one that left her legs tingling.

This goes on for several more minutes, with Lucy sitting in confusion until suddenly she hears the dragon gasp.

There’s a large tremor that seems to go up along his body, one that makes him sway slightly, and then she watches as the massive member twitches, and then overflows. It shoots from him, a large burst of it spurting onto her shoulders, chest, and covering her dress. None of it falls onto her face, but she can feel the warm, white liquid covering her skin, seeping into her clothes.

It’s warm.

Lucy flushes, as she hear the dragon breathe deeply as he sits back, then as though exhausted. He seems to soften, long appendage seeming to sink back into its skin as though it had never even been there to begin with. Still stunned, she raises her hand, still covered in the warm white fluids. Just feeling it against her is enough to make the heat in the pit of her belly to increase, until it is boiling.

She finds herself panting, flushed.

What was this?

Her hands tremble, as do her legs and her thighs and she’s unable to stop herself. Her thighs squeeze together, trying to calm herself. What is this? What is this? Her heart is hammering in her chest. Her eyes slide back over to the dragon’s large, heaving form. He seemed relaxed, now, and she watches his claw reaches towards her. This time, she isn’t afraid when it caresses her cheek.

She’s not even afraid when it wraps around her, lifting her into the air, as though weighed nothing. It wasn’t uncomfortable, and she doesn’t struggle when when she’s brought high up to his mouth. Instead, the feeling only increases. Her hands tighten on the hand around her, especially when a long tendril comes to rest underneath her bottom, allowing her to comfortably sit.

When she’s close enough to the dragon’s mouth, she’s able to hear him speak.

“Are you alright, young one?”

His voice is quiet, this time. It’s not booming like the first time he had spoke, as though he were trying to keep this conversation between the two of them. Lucy nods somewhat shyly, still confused at the feelings that were running through her body, this heat, that left her flesh yearning for something.

“I-I’m alright,” she answers, and his reptile eyes crinkle, as though thrilled and relieved. Almost like a smile.

She doesn’t have much time to contemplate this new knowledge, nor the strangeness in her body as she’s set back onto the ground. Her eyes follow him, though and she opens her mouth to speak once more.

“The first day of ceremony has been complete!” Cries one of the elders, then, jolting her from her thoughts. “The tribute may now return to her quarters to bathe,” Porla seems amused, “You will be back tomorrow at the same time,” the mirth in his eyes tells her that he took her confusion and trembling for fear.

But it wasn’t, strangely.

It was something else entirely.

That night, she feels oddly lonely.

She isn’t used to sleeping by herself, and without the noise of all of the other children from the orphanage, it’s impossible to fall asleep. It’s just too quiet, and her body still feels too warm from earlier. Even in the bath, Lucy had been unable to get the feeling of his seed off of his skin. She could still feel where it had touched, feel it on her. She turns in her bed, frustrated as she throws the blankets off of her body. The bed was soft – softer than anything that they had back home at that orphanage. The sheets were made of satin and made her sweat.

Why did she feel like this?

She’s throbbing at her core, right between her legs, and after much frustration, she lifts her nightgown and touches right at the spot where the ache was the worst.

“H-Haaah,” she groans. She never usually had time to do this kind of thing, and she tries not to think about why she is doing this. It was strange. That such a beast would have such an effect on her.

It doesn’t take long for her to come, not when she’s this worked up. She stares up at the ceiling, and catches one of the large eyes of the dragon at her window for only a moment before it is gone. For a moment, she wonders if she’s imagined it, before realizing that she hadn’t.

Even stranger is that she doesn’t mind.

The next few days pass more or less the same. She is bathed in his seed, and then made to clean herself before going back to her room where she touched herself to alleviate the same desire that had sprung into her heart. She can sense that he’s always around, watching her – and in some ways, that knowledge only spurs her actions on even further.

Lucy tries not to think about what any of that might mean.

But his attention is beginning to excite her.

She felt almost thrilled whenever she was brought to that clearing now, and the thoughts of how the dragon and looked, felt, didn’t leave her even as the sun set and moonlight shone through the blinds in her room. Is he casting some kind of spell on me?

She should hate this like she had when she first came here. She should spurn his touch and what was expected of her.

But, she didn’t.

She’s curious.

If she was going to be a toy and if she had to go through all of this whether she liked it or not, then she might as well enjoy it, right? Either way, she’d still be cast back into town after all of this – a pariah. A well cared for pariah, but a pariah nonetheless.

And the dragon was gentle.

She should take advantage of that, right? She’d have no one else after all of this, anyway.

—o—

There were two rules to this curse – changing into his human form can only be done at sunset, and the fertility rite must be performed every five years.

It put strain on his body, and he didn’t often even bother with the transformation, but he’s too interested in this new tribute to stop himself. She was a puzzling woman, leaving the blinds of her window open, as though she were hoping that he was watching her. He had watched her after that first night, intrigued by how quickly she had come around to him. It had taken the other tributes much longer, and even then, they seemed to regard him with a resigned obligation. They understood what their role was, but they didn’t fear or hate him.

It was all that he could ask her.

With this girl, he could see a spark of interest in her eyes and he could smell her arousal, something that he didn’t think that he would ever get the chance to experience from a woman. At least not since this curse had begun.

She had touched herself that night, a sight that had shocked him. He had watched until she reached her completion and he had never seen a more beautiful sight. This girl flushed and gasping, hips lifting off of the bed as she buried her fingers deep inside of herself left him feeling a warmth, a longing that he hadn’t felt for years.

Afterwards, he finds himself making his way to her room, either peering through the window or sneaking his tendril into the room in the dead of night in order to watch her.

And so, an ill-advised habit had developed.

Idiot, he thinks to himself, clenching at his chest. She’s going to leave soon, just like all of the others.

This was reality. She would come to resent him, too. It was only a matter of time.

—o—

There is a deviation from their typical pattern after two weeks.

As usual, she is brought to the clearing, she watches as the dragon pleasures himself, and then she’s covered in it, from head to toe.

Unlike the other times, this time, she’s far too curious. Unable to help herself, she finds herself licking her fingers. It didn’t smell or taste bad. In fact, the dragon’s seed was delicious and sweet.

His many eyes are all staring this time, all watching her with a dark, but interested precision.

Then, he speaks. “Do you like that, little one?” He asks in a deep, rumbling voice.

Lucy flushes, and tries to keep herself still even though she is beginning to feel incredibly hot just from being coated in it. Every day, she’s gets hotter and hotter until she has to quell the fire by touching herself in the dark of night. She had a feeling that the dragon had been watching as she had caught a glimpse of his eyes through her windows. She had never been bold enough to do anything here, though not in front of the elders, or the dragon.

But something about the way that he looked at her made her want to test this beast far more.

The elders watch, faces stony, at least until one of her hands drops down, reaching underneath the robe that had been prepared for her. Her skin is still slick with his seed as she finds her clit, rubbing it as she meets his eyes. She hears a low rumble that comes from the dragon as one of his tendrils wrap around her, giving her privacy from the elders. Many eyes line the tendril, all watching her as her fingers begin to work. “You’re–,” the air seems to grow heavy as he speaks. “What are you–?”

She doesn’t allow him to answer as she brushes her lips against the tendril, leaning against it as her fingers sink into herself. She’s not sure why she’s doing any of this, but the breathless way that the creature sounds, the way the very air seems to shudder around her spurs her on.

Lucy never felt this free before.

She knew it was a perverse game for those elders, but for her, it was becoming something she actually enjoyed. It wasn’t like she would do any of this normally though, she’s just doing what her body wants her to do. The dragon’s seed creates a nice lubrication, making it easier to work for fingers, deep into herself, deeper than they’ve ever gone as she writhes.

“Aaah!” She moans.

For a moment, she wonders what exactly she’s doing.

What do you want? If the dragon can do as he pleases with you, then why not do the same to him?

Right.

Her lips don’t stop moving over the pulsing thick scaly tendril wrapping around her as she lavishes it with kisses. She can feel the dragon breathing, gasping.

Was it sensitive?

She isn’t allowed to chase that thought much further, however, as the pressure building in the pit of her belly swells to a breaking point. Lucy shudders, gasping loudly as waves of bliss roll through her body. Her hips stutter, grinding until she was finally calm.

The dragon’s eyes don’t leave her the entire time.

For a moment, Lucy wonders if this was what power felt like.

After the ceremony, the maidens take her away to bathe her clean and have her eat some food. She feels tired. She still can’t help but slip in a finger inside of her to finger some of his seed out of herself. She wonders if she should be more modest, but can’t find it within herself to care. Soon, she’d be a pariah, anyway.

She pushes her finger into her mouth, tasting it and shuddering with pleasure. Some of the handmaids tease her for being so amorous.

“I don’t think I’ve seen a more enthusiastic tribute,” they tell her when she’s struck by the urge to touch herself again. Lucy is not at all surprised to see one of the tendril's large eyes watching her from outside of the bathing room’s window.

And she finds herself pushing her fingers inside of herself again, this time letting the creature see as she tastes it. After that, she feels the eyes of the creature on her all night. She doesn’t mind, and even leaves the window open and the curtains pushed back so that he can see inside of her room.

She had felt resentment for it before – for the god that allowed people to suffer like she had in this perverse village, but now… she wasn’t sure what she felt. He didn’t seem to want to cause her any harm.

It was the opposite, in fact.

—o—

To say that Natsu was taken aback by this girl, would be putting his feelings lightly.

Never had a tribute been so bold, so enthusiastic to participate in the ceremonies. She wasn’t disgusted with his dragon form, a fact that warmed his heart.

He wants to reach out to her.

She was quite a wild little thing, and it seemed as though she were teasing him. He has never felt like this before, there had been attraction but not like this.

Changing form doesn’t help his ardor, nor does stroking himself to completion. It only makes him grow hotter, make him yearn that much more desperately for this girl. On his human form, he’s doused himself under icy frigid water in one of the compound’s many baths, and it does nothing to relieve him. He can still feel sweat dripping down his neck. The want inside of him had grown to an almost unbearable point. Desperate, he tries to locate her from his mind’s eye and finds that she’s asleep, silk sheets wrapped around her pale form.

Her long golden hair had been done into a loose braid and her nose twitches in her sleep.

He finds himself getting out of the tub, and towards her bedroom. He closes his palm over her eyes and feels her stir.

“Relax,” he murmurs, “it’s just me.”

He feels the tension in her body fade away. “...Master E.N.D.?” She asks quietly.

He smile at her. She was a perceptive one, wasn’t she?

“Yes,” he says, “Close your eyes now. You aren’t allowed to see me until the ceremony, especially in this form.” He instructs as he removes his hand from her eyes. She had done as she was told, and he uses one of the ribbons he sees near her night stand to tie around her eyes, like a blindfold.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here either, Master E.N.D,” she notes. “I can’t see you, but you’re already breaking one of your own rules,” and this has Natsu chuckling. She was a bold one.

“True,” Natsu drawls, “But humor me. You’ve had quite the effect on me, young one,” he says, smoothing his hand down her nightgown and grasping her breasts. “I’ve never seen a maid pleasure herself with my seed before,” he lifts her gown and is pleased to see that she is not wearing anything underneath.

He sees her cleanly shaven cunt and smiles. He can already smell her arousal.

Lucy squirms. “It feels nice... being covered in your seed,” she’s flushing, like it was hard to admit.

“Does it?”

She bites her lip, nodding her head with a small hum. The flush on the apples of her cheeks are lovely, as is the glossiness of her pale skin. She was quite a beautiful girl.

He had known she would be one of his maidens for a long time. But he never thought he would feel so strongly about it.

“I suppose you can hardly wait for the full ceremony then,” she inhales sharply when his lips ghost over her throat, he tugs her nightgown lower and lower until it’s slipped beneath her.

He cups her breasts and runs his tongue over the hardened buds. She lets out a small whine. Rutting her hips in a needy fashion.

“Would you like me to touch you?” He places a hand on her belly, caressing the soft skin slowly and watching her grow breathless and writhe.

“Y-Yes,” she moans, “I can’t wait... you can use me.”

What a bold girl!

He’s shocked into chuckling, kissing her sweet lips.

“You are quite lovely, but I cannot, not yet at least.”

She pouts, making him laugh. She was that eager, was she?

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, “After this month is up, I will have your body for the entire night,” Natsu says, sliding his scaled human hand in between her legs. The little nymph is dripping wet. And he’s momentarily shocked to see some of his seed spill out from inside of her. He smiles, “Did you not wash all of my seed away?”

“No,” Lucy says quietly, “Some of the handmaids insisted, but it feels so warm inside of me. I didn’t want to stop feeling you,” and Natsu has to suppress a shudder. What a girl. Had he ever encountered a maiden like this before? Most of them had let him do as he liked out of obligation or had been demure or shy.

Never had one been so enthusiastic, so wanton for him.

He sighs, pushing two fingers inside of her. It’s a tight fit, and her inner muscles squeeze around his fingers so greedily, like she didn’t want to let him go as he touches her. Lucy whimpers, rutting her hips, and he presses his own arousal against her hip as he pleasures her, trying to find some relief for himself as well.

She’s so warm.

“M-Master!” She cries out, and comes so easily for him. His fingers are drenched when he pulls them out, tasting her as she had also done for him.

Delicious.

Her eyes darken, lips parting as if she wanted to follow the lines of his lips and the strength of his tongue against her own.

He wishes he could use her right now. But he can’t. Not yet. He nips at her throat. “I didn’t say that you could come yet, nymph.”

She whimpers, “It feels so good. I couldn’t help it…”

And then, “Was that bad? Am I doing something wrong?”

Ah, she didn’t understand. He smiles, delighted by how innocent she was. There was so much he was going to be able to teach her.

“It’s not too bad,” He murmurs, “You’ve come before I asked you too, I want to train you so you won’t do that.” He pushes his fingers back inside of her. Long and scaly, yet inside of her they feel soft and she immediately bites back a whimper that still manages to escape her throat.

“Good girl,” he purrs, she was practically squeezing him up. “Does it feel nice?”

She breathes harshly, nodding her head and bucking her hips to get more feeling inside of her, she was so close again, her hand inches closer to her clit to stroke herself but he pins it back with one of his tendrils from his back.

“Not yet, love.” He chuckles, "Why don’t you lift your hips?” She does as he asks, she was willing to do anything as long as this feeling stayed. She was so close, she was close to bursting at the seams, her heart was hammering in her chest.

“Fuck yourself,” he groaned, and she immediately starts rutting her hips slowly, picking up pace as her body adjusts to the movement, she gets wetter. Much wetter and drips onto her silk sheets, the knot was so close to bursting inside her stomach, she could see stars behind her eyes and then –

He was gone. The ribbon falls from her eyes and all that conveyed his previous presence was a whoosh of wind and her lace curtains billowing.

Lucy is left momentarily stunned as her brain tries to comprehend what had just occurred. The pleasure had dulled to a sharp throb and she squeezes her thighs together, looking back and forth. She sees the eye of the dragon looking at her from behind her open window, crinkled in amusement. Lucy frowns deeply and then narrows her eyes at him.

“That was mean!” She hears a rumble of what must be laughter, and she angrily turns over in bed away from him.

She’s still so hot.

She tries to push her hand between her legs, trying to soothe herself, but a tendril shoots from the massive body of the dragon, coming through the window and stopping her.

“A-Are you serious?” She asks in disbelief, and then huffs as she lays down, she wiggles her hips, before giving up. She couldn’t get enough friction this way, and it wasn’t like the dragon was going to allow her to finish herself off. Would he be this way until the end of the month? Lucy pales. She wasn’t sure if she could go that long, and she looks at him desperately from the window, but he had already left, ascending back into his lair above on the mountain above the village.

She curses loudly.

It was a very long time before she got any sleep.

The following morning, Lucy wakes up frustrated and groggy. She is taken by the handmaids to be washed and soaked in warm, scented oils. Then, she is given breakfast and is forced to sit with some of the village elders. She frowns, hating their leering stares. She didn’t mind it when the dragon looked at her or touched her, though.

“You seem quite eager to be taken by the dragon,” one of them says, “More eager than any of the others have been.”

“Should I cry and scream instead?” Lucy asks coldly. “Would that get you off more?” One of them yells about her being undisciplined, and stands up, preparing to strike her.

And then, just as fast, his hand is missing.

He screams, falling to the floor, and she sees one of the scaly eyed tentacles of the dragon, waving menacingly in front of all of the elders. They scramble to help the man, but none of them dare to speak to her or try to touch her again.

Lucy is shocked.

He had done that, for her?

His voice reverberates throughout the entire compound. “None shall harm this woman,” the dragon says, “For she is mine.”

It was clear that this was not up for debate.

Lucy isn’t sure what to make of it, but she feels a thrill go up her spine, both of fear and of joy. No one had ever cared enough about her to hurt someone else for her sake. And yet – the dragon did?

Throughout the day, the elder’s compound is abuzz with gossip about what had happened. In all of the years of a maiden being chosen, never had the dragon saw fit to interfere with the elders.

Until now.

Later, she is ushered into the ceremony garden, where the handmaids strip her and she stands underneath the massive form of the dragon. His body was large, towering over all of them like a building and she lies down on the bed of flowers waiting to begin.

They’ve weaved small white flowers through her hair and placed a main crown of gardenias atop of her head. Her cheeks were pink and her lips moistened with oil.

She looks exquisite.

It had only just began and her body already felt so hot. The Dragon’s eyes all close in on her and her flush only expands until it touches every expanse of her skin and he motions for her to move closer. She’s quick to oblige, as she watches the tendrils shoots out to begin their work.

She doesn’t know why she thinks about it but she feels like teasing him a little.

She presses her folds apart, giving him a nice view over her pink slit, reminding him of how he had really left her unsatisfied the night before. His groan rumbles through the garden as the tendrils stroke over the skin faster and harder than before.

She sneaks a hand over her cunt, closing it slowly with her fingers pointed downward so they sink slightly inside of her opening, before coming back drenched. She holds the fingers up, separating them and showing him the sticky substance before popping them into her mouth, licking them clean.

He cums so quickly that she’s almost taken aback, the thick creamy substance coating her body. She licks the bit around her mouth and shudders.

Insolent girl, he would have her right now if he wanted to.

No, she was just teasing him. She lays back, spreading her legs apart and spreading her cunt and letting the second onslaught of his essence to completely coat her lower region and douse her cunt.

It’s enough to leave her gasping and writhing, legs kicking out as her heart hammers away inside of her chest.

He stands for a moment, jaw clenched.

Minx.

It feels so good. It makes her wonder if there was something inside of his seed, something that made her feel even more needy that she ever has. She wants to come so badly, and she pushes three fingers inside of herself, curling them and staring up at the massive eyes that were all trained at her body.

“Can I come now?” She asks, desperate, and she’s relieved when he does nothing to stop her. She sees a subtle nod of his head and she doubles her efforts, rubbing her clit in tandem with her fingers. Her hips tilt forward, trying to get closer, closer. His seed feels so warm as she pushes it inside of herself, heating up her inner flesh until finally, she’s screaming.

She trembles as she comes in front of the elders, and the entire compound.

But none of that mattered, because he could see her. “Thank you,” she whispers feverishly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she whispers it like a prayer, until she feels the claws from the dragon wrap around her protectively, and gently raising her up before placing her on her still trembling legs.

She leans against it, and then presses her lips against the claw.

She feels him rumble, pleased.

Lucy smiles. She had done a good job, then. She is saddened when she is pulled away to be bathed again. Many of the handmaid’s gossip around her. Levy washes her hair, “He’s quite taken with you, Lu-chan!” She says. Lucy liked bluenette most out of all of them. She often spent time with her even when she wasn’t being prepped for her sessions with the dragon.

“Do you think so?”

“Yes,” Levy says, giggling, “But I’m sure you knew that already,” and the blonde girl nods. Truth be told, she was also taken with the dragon god, even he was a beast feared by many. She wondered what his smaller form looked like. Had he blindfolded her because he was afraid she would find him hideous?

She would have to reassure him that wasn’t the case.

He comes to her room again that night, but this time, he turns her around onto her hands and knees, making her keep her ass up, and her face buried in the pillows. “I still can’t see you?” Lucy complains, but she obeys.

“Not yet,” He says softly, running his hand over her ass and thighs. “You did well today, I was quite surprised.”

She smiles into the pillow, wiggling her ass at him. “I wanted to make you happy too.”

That draws him to a pause. Had she? Why? As much as he loved the attention she gave him, the way she was so taken by him. He couldn’t help but wonder why. Surely, there had to be a reason.

He needed to know what it was, because these feelings inside of him were killing him.

“You can touch me,” she murmurs, “I belong to you.”

He’s quiet. “Is that so?” He sinks onto his knees, pressing his face in between her legs. Licking her delicious cunt with vigor that he doesn’t realize how he’s made her cum over and over again.

“N-No more,” she murmurs, “Come here…”

He couldn’t.

“Come here, Master E.N.D.” She says more firmly.

He really, really couldn’t. There were rules to all of this. And yet, she is tempting him, with her slick and inviting looking cunt. She’s drenched all of the way to her thighs from her orgasms, and he can feel her sweet essence on his chin and cheeks. He hadn’t even noticed how ravenous he had been for this young girl. He sighs, this time, spreading her cheeks and dragging his tongue along her puckered opening.

Lucy squeals.

“W-What are you doing?!” She asks, and she tries to sit up. He chuckles, pushing her face gently back into the pillows. “That’s dirty!” She protests.

“There isn’t a single filthy part of you,” Natsu admonishes, dipping his tongue inside of that opening, and running his fingers along her clit. She whimpers, squirming before she’s coming again. “You see? It feels good, doesn’t it?” He’s filled with affection for her as he hears her whimper and sob. He wants to show her all of the pleasure that he could bring her.

He had seen her sometimes, when she was still young, she had led a hard life.

“I want you,” she cries. “I want you now,” she is begging now, and trying to sit up. He has to use his tendrils to pin her down in place. Even though he’s throbbing with need now. He’s so unbearably hard.

“You have to be patient,” Natsu says, his own voice trembling as he slowly strokes himself, staring down at her body. Her skin is all flushed, ass raised high in the air for him as she trembles.

“Why?” Lucy rasps. “I want you to use me –”

“I know you do,” Natsu moans, stroking harder. He spreads her wider, looking down at her glistening slit, imagining how wet and warm she will feel around him. His breath comes out in soft growls, pumping himself. He touches between her legs, coating his hand with her wetness and uses it as added lubrication.

Lucy can hear it. “Master E.N–,” she tries again, feeling so hot. He had her hands pinned down so she couldn’t touch herself either, and then she hears him gasp loudly, and then there was warmth on her ass and thighs.

His seed.

And then he was gone again.

—o—

The handmaidens bring her to a warm bath early in the morning, washing her hair with a fragrant soap and washing her body with a rag. Dressing her in a gown made of dark lace and chiffon. There were no ceremonies today but she was brought before the Dragon to receive her gift.

Lucy can only think of one thing that he would really be able to give her and he was making both himself and her wait for that for an entire month so anything material he might give her was really useless.

In front of the elders at breakfast, the royal guards present her with a collection of expensive dresses, a hair pin made of precious stones held together by gold and a basket of baby rabbits that she takes to much faster than the previous gifts.

“Go on girl,” One of the elders yells gruffly, “Thank him, it’s an honor to receive anything from the Master."

She holds the pin of gold in her hand and looks at the collection of dresses. There were far too many than she will ever really need. She already had clothing and hair clips that she had been given before. She’s never been the materialistic type, having never received much of anything before being chosen. But even though she’s had a taste of luxurious food and dresses, beautiful jewelry and the likes, she couldn’t find any particular attachment to the items.

There was however things she did want to have.

“Um, if I could ask for something ...”

The elders gasp, murmuring amongst themselves at her guts to reject the Master’s gifts.

Natsu holds up his claw to quiet everyone and allow Lucy to speak.

Her cheeks redden, she feels silly and naive for this, but the worse he could tell her is no, right?

“Um, the orphanage I grew up in, I haven’t seen those kids in a while. I was hoping that even though I can’t visit them, may I exchange the gifts for toys for them?”

There’s silence all around her and she feels her cheeks heat up some more but she knew she couldn’t lose her nerve now. “T-They’re all little kids, there isn’t much to do in the orphanage and sometimes we get things people don’t want. But they’re still kids and what kids don’t want brand new toys, right? If it’s not too much, I don’t really need these,” she says gesturing to the dresses and the gold hair pin, “I’d just like them to have something to call their own.”

There are many furious whispers, and talk of her “insolence” but Natsu silences them all again. “If that is what you wish,” the dragon’s deep voice fills the room. He sounds so different in this form then he did when he came to visit her. “Then it will be done,” his primary two slitted eyes looks at the chief elder.

“Give toys to all of the children at that orphanage,” he says, “The best of the best,” and many of the elders are scrambling out of the room to get started on fulfilling the request. Many of the others stare in awe, shocked that he was caving to some silly girl’s whim. Lucy smiles and bows.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and he’s reminded of her fervent thanks the previous day when he had allowed her to come. He uses his rough claw to caress her cheek before he takes the hair ornament and pins it into place in her hair to her surprise.

“You still want me to have it?” Lucy asks, surprised.

She sees his many eyes crinkle, and knows that he’s saying “Yes.” And she smiles, bringing the claw to her and kissing it.

She feels it shiver.

He wouldn’t be able to return this girl to her home once this was all over. She was his now.

The next day, there are also no ceremonies. She is allowed to explore the compound as she pleases, but finds herself missing the company of the Dragon. He hadn’t come to her the previous night, to her disappointment. She hadn’t even seen him at all watching her as he normally did, at least until she goes into the ceremony garden and sees him curled up, sleeping peacefully in his dragon form.

He was so big.

Lucy finds herself wondering where he came from. Then again, he was a god, wasn’t he? Maybe he had just always existed? She moves closer to him, and then leans against his massive face, right against the muzzle of his jaws. His primary eyes open from the slight contact and she smiles.

“Good morning,” she says warmly. “Do you normally sleep here? I thought you lived on top of the mountain.”

He usually did, but he wanted to be close to her, in case she needed him.

She takes a seat in front of him. She was dressed in a plain cotton dress with shorts underneath it. Her feet were bare and she seemed to be enjoying the cool day it was in the gardens.

“You didn’t come to visit me last night,” She pouted. “I stayed up waiting for you!”

His eyes crinkle in amusement again, and his nostrils flares with hot smoke. She was a sweet little thing, so adamant in enticing him to take her. But he wouldn’t bend so quickly, no matter how much he wanted to.

He had his plans and rules were meant to be followed, as it always has been. He had to preserve the tradition for the safety of everyone living in that village.

He pulls a jasmine from a bush, placing it in her hair and making her giggle. She sees a book laying by his massive form and for a moment, she tries to imagine him reading it with his tendrils, making her giggle more.

He looks confused for a moment before she explains why she was laughing.

“Would you like me to tell you a story?” She asks. "I actually liked reading and writing stories. Maybe it’ll help you nap some more, you look tired.”

The dragon growls, more like purrs. So she reads him a story of the trickster rabbit and the wise turtle. Little Wendy always liked that story and she did too, even if it made rabbits sound like little assholes. She even made different voices for the two characters.

“Sorry, force of habit, the children from my village usually want me to sound animated.”

He thinks it's adorable, he could listen to her talk forever.

Ironically, it’s her that falls asleep while talking to him, having reached for his spiritual book and reading the complex script for herself, that he couldn't even pronounce them right but for this girl is just a piece of cake.

He pulls her closer, letting her slip on top of his palm and the two snoozed together until the evening.

That night he visits her, and her room is shrouded in darkness. It was a complete eclipse, the last day before the new moon, so the land was at its darkest to prepare for it. Lucy sits with her chin resting atop of her forearms as she tries to look out her window in the pitch darkness.

She hears the fluttering of curtains, and slow elegant steps coming her way. She tries to cue her ears into the sound, she didn’t need to guess who it was. She instantly closes her eyes.

Even though she couldn’t see a thing, he could see her just fine. Her face was puffy from the nap she had taken earlier, her hair still wet from her bath and her sleeping dress sticking to her form from the leftover moisture of her bath.

She smiles, where she thinks he is.

“Master E.N.D.?”

He smiles back, though he knew she couldn’t see him. He slides into bed beside her, and pulls her close against him. She was still frustrated that she couldn’t see him. Curious, she brings her hands to his face, tracing his features with her fingers. His face didn’t feel inhuman at all. In fact, it felt just like a human’s face.

There were large eyes, a small and cute nose, and soft lips. His cheeks were soft, too.

Almost human.

But she can feel rough and silk scales covering the side of his neck and some part of his face. She threaded her fingers in his surprisingly soft locks, only to find two large horns sitting atop of his head.

“You feel human, but at the same time, not at all,” she says, making him laugh.

“How do you think I looked like?”

She pouts at his teasing. “I don’t know? Like a small version of how you normally look?”

His arms felt as though they were covered in a snake’s scales, though his body did feel like a man’s. He laughs harder. “I guess I expected you to be covered in scales, at least,” she continues. He kisses her forehead, gently, and she can feel her skin grow even warmer.

“I can make my form into anything that I like,” Natsu says, “My true form is what you see normally, but it is not a good form for blending in among humans or making love to a beautiful girl,” he drawled teasingly. He can feel the blood rushing underneath her skin. She was flustered. Good.

“You c-couldn’t make love to me like that?”

He snorts, “No, not the way that I want to, at least,” he says, “I couldn’t truly be inside of you or feel you,” he runs a hand down along her hip, smiling as he smells her arousal spike. What a cute girl. Just speaking to her like that was enough to make her want him.

“You’d like to try? To make love in that form?”

“I want you in any form,” she admits. “N-No one else has shown me kindness like you have,” she says, and his heart breaks somewhat. She took all of this as kindness? He feels guilty, this ritual had started years ago. A fertility right for the land, but even he knew it wasn’t exactly kind for the women chosen, though he always tried to be gentle with them.

“Have many people hurt you, little one?”

Lucy nods. “People have always been horrible to orphans,” she murmurs. “They think we’re bad luck – or greedy and bad. I was angry at first, when I was chosen as the maiden for this rite, but I’m glad that I was now.”

Natsu sighs, running his fingers through her hair. “You’re a sweet girl,” he whispers. “No one will hurt you anymore,” he promises, and leans forward to kiss her. She gasps and then relaxes, clinging to him as she pressed herself harder against him, hungry for his affection.

He pushes her down onto her back, climbing on top of her as their kiss continues. She’s breathless when he begins to kiss along the column of her throat. “W-Will you finally use me tonight?”

Natsu chuckles. “So tempting. But no. Just keep your eyes closed.”

She deflates, but wraps her arms around his neck and allows him to kiss her breathless again, pushing her sleeping dress open and letting his hands caress her smooth body. She whimpers against his lips, parting her legs and letting him feel her cunt with his scaly fingers.

It makes her belly quiver. Just the memory of what happened that night, it was really enough to get her worked up by herself.

He can smell another spike in her arousal and nearly gives into the desires she so desperately wanted him to indulge, but he would need to hold on for one more night. It would be over tomorrow, when he would have her as his.

He pulls back, sitting up and Lucy follows in confusion, trying to reach for him blindly. He in turn, pushes the dress down her shoulders and guides her onto his lap, laying back and pulling her to inch over closer and closer until she was sitting right on his mouth.

“A-Ah! What is this?” She asks in surprise, rubbing herself against his naughty tongue.

He reaches over to hold her down by her hips, closing his lips over the labial folds and wedging his tongue in between them to get a nice taste of her essence. Her eyes squeeze in pleasure, falling back from the sensation.

“T-That’s so good…” She whimpers, rubbing her hips more enthusiastically. “Please, do it again.”

This was good, he loves how much she enjoys this. The closeness of it, how she was finding pleasure from it as well. She lets out another sharp squeak, as she loses all reservations and begins riding his tongue, his hands hold her in place by her ass and after a lot of teasing, he finally manages to press his tongue inside of her hot opening, making her erupt all over his face.

Lucy trembles in the aftermath, especially as he continues licking at her until she has to get up just to get away from the torturous pleasure. She sits beside him, dazed and he licks his lips.

He kisses her again, letting her taste herself before pulling away.

“Master E.N.D.,” she begs, “Please.”

He knows exactly what she is asking for. He is filled with a need of his own. He shakes his head, forgetting that she couldn't see him, kissing the side of her mouth. “Tomorrow I will have you,” Natsu says, “I promise you. You did so well this month, little one,” he says, this time moving down to tug her stiffened nipples into his mouth. He moves between one and the other, until he can feel her coming again.

She’s sobbing now. “I want it. I want it so bad.”

“I know,” Natsu says, pressing a thigh in between her legs and letting her rut against him. He grinds his hips against her as well, and it brings some relief but it’s not enough. Not when he’s this hard. He groans as he feels himself let go, coming and staining her body, and feels her own warmth on his thigh.

He growls.

He had to leave. He was going to take her right now if he stayed. One of her hand tugs his horn, while the other hugs him by the neck tightly, though, wrapping her legs around his hips.

Natsu rasps, stunned. “Lucy–”

“It’s okay,” she says, “We can do it now, can’t we? I feel so hot, Master…”

He wanted nothing more than to sink inside of her warm cunt. He kisses her again, and then pins her arms down as he extradites himself and rushes away, out of the window before she can grab him again. Had she managed to latch onto him, he would’ve given in.

He spends the rest of the night, hard and hot with need, fruitlessly stroking himself, trying to calm down. He had to wait. He had to be patient.

Morning would come.

Eventually, morning does come, and Lucy is all too eager to prepare for the ceremony.

She’s led to the baths and soaked and scrubbed clean, her hair was dried and placed in a simple plait that the handmaidens decorate with flowers and she placed in a sheer white gown that left nothing to the imagination but still created an alluring silhouette of her figure. They place the barest of paint on her lips and line her eyes, her cheeks were already flushed as they were and before she knew it, her eagerness has her entering the garden alone.

There is a bed this time, round and large, with canopies that were pulled back. The sheets were white and made of spun silk. The handmaidens situate her on the bed, keeping her gown in tact for the Master to take off for himself.

Lucy’s so nervous, she can feel the bed tremble underneath her. She has her back to him when he walks forward, completely bare as he stops at the edge of the bed, on the other side.

She turns around slowly, to be met with the sight of someone she hadn’t even expected.

The night before, she had felt his features with her hand, under her fingers they felt human but in front of her, the man with his salmon pink locks, two dark glowing horns, a scar on his cheeks, and reptile-like green eyes with a tint of red flames hues on them, was ethereally beautiful.

She can’t wait any longer. They’ve waited enough.

“Master E.N.D.,” she purrs, “Take me.”

Such a wanton little thing.

Natsu smiles, and it is really is beautiful to see. He had such strong features, and Lucy finds herself flushing as he spreads her legs and settles in between them. She runs her fingers over his soft lips, and he takes one of them into his mouth, sucking on them, and pricking them with his stinging fangs before moving his mouth down to kiss her wrist.

“We can get right to it, right?” Natsu asks, cock throbbing. He didn’t think that he could handle much foreplay right now. Not when he was in so much need. Lucy nods eagerly, spreading her legs wider, welcoming him.

“Please, please,” she begs, “I need to feel you. I want to be used by you,” she sounds so eager, and he laughs as he grabs his cock and rubs it along her slit, lubing it with her wetness before pressing it against her hot opening. He pushes inside slowly, eyes locked with hers the entire time as he begins to fill her.

The stretch is almost unbearable.

Lucy whimpers as she’s filled. It’s painful, but she can’t help but watch in awe as he slowly pushes inside of her. Natsu purrs, “You want to watch, nymph?” He asks, and then pushes in the rest of the way, hilting inside of her.

She wails the moment that they’re joined, nails dinging crescent moons into the skin of his shoulders. She’s so hot inside, squeezing his cock tightly, and spirits, it’s even better than he had imagined her to feel. She clenches around him so nicely, but he can tell that she’s in pain.

Licking his thumb, he brings his hand in between them to rub at her clit. She clenches harder and he growls.

“You have to relax,” he instructs, “Or else I won’t be able to control myself.”

“...Then don’t,” she whispers.

She was incredible little thing, he holds her gaze for a moment too long to absolutely make sure she meant it. A part of him still felt deeply unnerved by how she was so okay with all of this.

“Master E.N.D.,” she moans, “Please…”

He can’t say no after that. Not with the way she clenches around him and the way her eyes flutter shut, head tipping back from the forceful push and pull friction he’s begun slowly.

She gasps, running her fingers down his back, arching into him with every pained whimper that had a bit of ringing mewl to it in the end.

It feels so good.

This is what he had been so against at before? She hardly recognizes the fact that there were a group of leering elders watching her make love with him. She didn’t care about any of that as long as he continued this and made her feel so nice.

He decides to ease the pressure and bring her long legs over his shoulders, finding her to be quite flexible enough for that and when he makes the plunge again with her legs mounted, it’s the closeness that makes all the difference.

She sobs, reaching overhead to claw at the pillows and dig her head into the comfy mattress as he thrusts in faster and faster. The bed was making it’s protests known; she felt it in the ache of her hips but it was too good to stop.

Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head, she was so close!

“Cum for me,” he growled, thumbing her clit faster.

She scratches her nails up his arms and sobs. “Do it inside!”

And really, how could he deny her when she asked that nicely? She would be his undoing. It was somewhat unnerving to think about how this girl had managed to wrap him completely around her finger in only a month’s time. It was hard to even think about what he would do when she returned home the following day. His jaw clenches. She wouldn’t be doing that at all, not after seducing him like this.

He grabs her hips, kissing along her ankles as he lifts her just slightly, gaining more leverage as he thrusts harder and harder. She’s squeezing around him so nicely, and sobs and releases a shrill cry as she comes, her body quaking violently from the force of her orgasm. He can feel her clenching around him, as though trying to milk his cock from the pressure he was feeling around his cock.

He pounds harder, smiling as he watches her eyes roll and she begins to drool.

“M-Master E.N...D.,” she implores, “I–I want to feel it. Inside. Please,” her eyes are pleading, as though she’s so desperate.

Adorable.

He braces his hands on the side of her head, leaning down to kiss her, just slightly as one last thrust makes the tension in the pit of his belly overflow. He groans loudly, sheathing himself within her, so that he can feel the crown of her cervix right against the head of his cock as he comes. It leaves him in thick spurts, and Lucy sobs, hands twisting in the sheets as she looks down, watching as he belly begin to swell with the pure quantity of it.

“Look at how much I’ve filled you up,” he says, running his hand across her belly. He feels her shudder, and her cunt seems to squeeze around him even more, as though trying to ring even more out of him. So insatiable, even now.

Tears filled honey eyes gazes up on him when he suddenly started to thrust slowly inside of her. Slitted eyes trained on her as he drawls out, "We're not done yet."

Lucy gasps in surprise when Natsu suddenly pulls out of her entirely, thick white liquid oozing out of her, and he grips her hips and flips her over her tummy, flat against the mattress, and hands firmly lift up her ass to push himself back in with a thrust that makes him realize how damp she is, both with her and his juices, sucking his cock greedily. Natsu kisses her shoulders with passion, feeling her hips buck against him, desperate to feel him.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, yes," she reassures, moaning against the mattress. He's so deep, so thick inside of her, her eyes water from the pleasure, shivering when Natsu positions his mouth to breathe on her ear.

"So tight," he groans against her, one hand at her back and the other fisting in her hair. "You feel so good…"

Lucy grips the sheets around her.

"M-Make me come again…Please."

He holds her chin from behind, pounding a little faster.

"You wanna come for the second time?" He asks, and she gasps, unable to answer.

Natsu slides his tongue on the skin of her shoulder blades, slowing down the pace of his hips, prompting out a shaky moan from her.

"M—Master!"

He leans against her ear, moving slowly.

"You want me to fuck you harder?"

She's going to die, and his name is the only word that follows when her whines prevent her from forming any coherent sentences. She keeps imploring, please, please, and he hides his face in the curve of her neck when his hips start to pick up speed, gripping her hair harder, making the bed trembling, fingers reaching south to press three fingers on her clit, rubbing steady circles until she's so close he has to stop her.

"W-Wait…"

Lucy groans, mouth pressed to the sheets as her voice keeps rising its pitch, knuckles turning white from the force of her grip around her, reaching out behind her to scratch his arm.

He wraps his arm around her waist, going faster, deeper, and she comes with a shudder in the exact moment he grinds his fingers on her clit, the feeling of her cunt squeezing him to death is what makes him release almost immediately, thrusting one, two, five times more until he releases, deeply inside of her, and it seems as if it will never be enough.

They're both about to collapse, Natsu's fingers keep rubbing circles on her as his hips keep thrusting lazily, feeling her body melting in his arms, becoming another part of him. His rough and strong chest presses flat against her back when it's done, butterflies tugging inside her tummy as waves of pleasure still curse in the form of whimpers, she can feel his breathing on her back, his forehead lying on her neck as he tries to retrieve the air that was lost.

Her face buried in the pillow, hair sticking in all the right places, she looks completely defeated. He smiles, chuckling a little and turns her head sideways. He kisses her cheeks and in the corner of her lips.

“Are you happy now?” Natsu asks, still staying inside of her.

Lucy nods, “It’s...warm,” she whispers, dazed. “I love it,” she murmurs.

He laughs breathlessly, moving her bangs out of her eyes and pressing a kiss to her temple. When he finally pulls out and flips her over on her back, he leans back just to watch some of his essence trickle out of her.

It makes his belly clench how she curls her toes and bites her lips at the sensation, running her hands over her belly with a smooth curve.

He pulls the canopies open and affords them some privacy. She settles in his arms with a soft sigh, planting kisses on his cheeks and lips.

“Thank you,” she mumbles, feeling so giddy. She would miss this place but she was honored having gotten to know him.

He hugs her wordlessly, squeezing her in his arms. She runs her fingers through his hair, gently lulling him to sleep soon after.

Evening rolls around and the garden is lit up with stained glass lanterns. The maidens take her away to get cleaned up and taken back to her room to pack her things. Lucy leans against Levy’s gentle fingers as the bluenette rinses the suds out of her hair.

Lucy really wished she didn’t have to go. She did miss those kids though, so at least she would be back with them.

The village would have a good harvest. Everyone gets what they want in the end.

“I’ll come visit you, Lu-chan,” Levy says happily. Lucy smiles gently and tells the petite girl about her life with the kids and how she wanted to introduce her friend to them.

She dresses in a plain cotton dress, the same one she had brought from her old life and slips on her slippers before walking back to her room. She wanted to put off the realization that this was goodbye for as long as possible.

Stopping at her door, she blinks at the black clad figure standing by her window.

“Master E.N.D.?” She steps in with a smile. “What are you doing here?”

It was so surreal to see him in her room after the nights spent in obscurity, even now the events that occurred earlier in the day feel more like a fever dream than a reality.

"Drop the honorifics. Just Natsu is fine." He steps forward, inviting her into his arms and holds her for a moment.

“I’ve decided that there will be no more harvest tributes from now on.”

She stiffens.

“And... you will not go back. I–I want you to stay with me.”

Her eyes are large and owlish. “Huh?” Lucy asks, not understanding. Had she misheard him? There was no way that he meant that, was there? “But the harvest is important–,” she says, dazed. “What will happen if it’s not done? Wouldn’t the crops fail and wither?”

Natsu sighs, “There is no rule saying that I can’t do the tribute with the same woman,” he says with a smile. He runs his fingers through her golden silk hair, kissing her forehead. “Most women dislike being chosen, so it was thought to be easier if they only had to make that sacrifice once, but if you enjoy this and being with me... then there should be no problem with you staying,” he explains.

He doesn’t expect the girl to burst into tears.

Tears slide down her cheeks, and her lips tremble as she throws her arms around his neck. She pulls him tightly against her, burying her face in his chest and dampening his skin with her tears. He’s shocked into silence as he watches her. Gently, he cradles her face in his hands, making her look at him. He wipes her tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks softly.

“Would you rather return home?” His heart twists at the thought. He didn’t want to let her go, but also didn’t want her to be miserable. Maybe he had been mistaken in assuming she wanted this as well? Had she only enjoyed the physical aspect of their joining?

“I’m happy,” she whispers, wiping at her eyes. “Y-You really want to stay with me, Natsu?”

He breathes, relieved.

“Always.”

#nalu #natsu x lucy #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail #fairy tail 100 years quest #fanfic #LOLOLOL #Forgive my tainted soul and mind #but I just can't help it #Jannaaaa writes

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