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celestialowlbear · 3 months

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𖤣.𖥧 Flowers for You 𖥧.𖤣

Pairing: Halsin x Reader / Tav

Summary: Halsin admits his feelings for you.

Warnings: Fluff. Kissing. Yearning. Admission of feelings. Sex is implied but not described, so 18+ just to be safe.

WC: 1700

A/N: This fic is inspired by the amazingly sweet artwork by @pani-artz found here! Please give your love and check out their other art. 💕

This one got away from me a bit, but I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Halsin in bear form giving Tav flowers and obsessed with this art! Just a cute little cheesy feelings admission fic for ya’ll. I hope you enjoy! 🥹

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

You let out a long sigh, your eyes tired from studying the map. You were trying to figure out the shortest path to a village over a mountain pass, but the surrounding craggy terrain was making it difficult.

You stepped away from camp for some peace to ponder the routes. Everyone was vocal about their opinion on the fastest way, through varying levels of danger and difficulty, and it seemed like the discussion wasn’t going to end anytime soon.

The bickering began to give you a headache, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to make a clear decision while frustrated.

You rested your head against the tree you were sitting up against, pondering the options and trying to figure out how to get everyone to agree on which way to proceed.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the tranquility of the woods around you, hoping it would ease your mind.

You honed in on birds chirping and flitting between branches. A stream trickled nearby, crystal water pouring over glossy stones. The scent of wildflowers and grasses tickled your nose.

Your heartbeat slowed, your mind clearing.

Your eyelids felt heavier, your body relaxing into the soft earth beneath you, the smooth bark of the tree cool against your back.

You unwound further, the tension in your head leaving. Your thoughts began to wander, fantasizing of a comfortable bed and hot bath.

You imagined sinking into warm water, your aching muscles needing the relief.

A pair of large hands slide over your shoulders, beginning to knead the stress away. A low whisper at your ear, lips at your neck, the hands moving lower to caress you.

Someone else is in this bath with you, and the person takes the form of Halsin. He’s there, his golden hair down and wet, holding you close to him, kissing you with passion and urgency. Your hands wander over the broad expanse of his chest, memorizing every scar.

This exact fantasy plays in your head every night as you lay in your tent. You’ve been trying to keep these feelings at bay, but it was getting more and more difficult as the days passed. You were falling for the kind druid. How could you not?

You haven’t felt this way in a long, long time. These feelings don’t come easy to you, but somehow everything was easy with Halsin.

He was always so thoughtful, so understanding. He doesn’t hesitate to heal you, check you over for wounds. You often spoke late into the night, talking of past adventures like you have been friends for centuries.

You couldn’t help but think, or hope, that he felt the same about you. You have been hesitant to make the first move, not wanting to make a fool of yourself. You have resided yourself to fantasies, at least for now.

Heavy footsteps startled you out of your daydream. You froze, eyes snapping open, lumbering steps drawing closer.

You peeked over the map, scanning the forest around you. Twigs cracked and bushes rustled as something large made its way toward you.

You slowly reached to your side where your dagger was sheathed, staying completely still otherwise, holding the map up with your other hand.

A massive bear head emerged from the brush, golden eyes immediately locking with yours.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins, gripping your dagger, sweat beading at your forehead. If you stood still, maybe it wouldn’t perceive you as a threat. You swallowed, waiting for the bear to move first.

The bear stared right at you, and a familiar deep, rumbling grunt of your name came from the bear’s mouth.

You blinked a few times. Did you just hear your name?

Halsin.

It was Halsin.

You couldn’t help but let out a relieved laugh, slumping back against the tree.

“Halsin!”

You released your dagger, setting the map down next to you. “You startled me!”

“I apologize, it was not my intention to alarm you. I often forget this form can be intimidating.”

Halsin’s deep timbre floated through the air, resonating in your head.

The adrenaline left your body as Halsin lumbered fully into the clearing.

“Don’t apologize, I was lost in my thoughts. The quarreling in camp was beginning to give me a headache.”

Halsin made a huff that sounded like a chuckle if a bear could do such a thing.

“That is exactly why I went roaming, myself. The wind, the trees, and the birds all offer cures that medicines or other concoctions cannot. Only out here can you achieve pure harmony and clear one’s mind.”

You always loved the way Halsin waxed poetic about nature. While others may scoff, you listened and agreed wholeheartedly. You admired his passion.

Halsin shifted on his massive paws.

“I also wanted to make sure you were faring well. You left camp abruptly. I followed your tracks.”

You felt a flush of embarrassment, realizing you may have stormed off a little more dramatically than you thought.

Also, Halsin was following you?

“I don’t mean to intrude on your solitude but…”

Halsin tilted his massive head back, motioning to a bush behind him.

“I was foraging for medicinal herbs to resupply my stock and found something I hope you’ll enjoy.”

Halsin turned away from you momentarily.

You sat forward, wondering what he was doing.

He bent his head below the bush, turning back around to face you.

In his mouth was a bundle of wildflowers in different colors and variety. Each was different and vibrant in its own right.

Heat crept up your neck, blushing your cheeks.

Halsin took a few large steps toward you, placing them gently at your feet.

“These are…for me?” You questioned, hoping you weren’t misinterpreting this gesture.

Your vision flitted from the flowers to him. You were always in awe when he was in wild shape, witnessing how he harnessed the power of nature and extended his strength into a physical embodiment of it.

Though he was a beast, when you looked into his eyes, it was still him.

His gaze softened as he nodded, watching you gently pick up the bundle, admiring the gorgeous assortment.

“These flowers produce a calming tea when dried and prepared correctly. It is a favorite recipe of mine, one that I tend to make for myself when I’m feeling overwhelmed. I hope I could show you how to prepare it. Also…”

Halsin paused, something tender flashing in his ursine eyes.

“Their exquisite beauty reminded me of you.”

Your heart leaped in your chest at his bold admission.

You smiled, your headache now long gone. “You…really think that of me?”

You’ve spent so long fighting, beautiful is not something you’ve thought of yourself in some time. Hearing Halsin say it with such sincerity stirred your heart in a way you haven’t felt before.

Halsin took a few steps back from you, his stare not leaving yours.

“The most brilliant of sunrises or the most magnificent hues of a sunset do not compare to you.”

Suddenly, leaves whipped around, and Halsin’s bear form was bathed in golden light. You watched as he transformed, slowly standing upright as the fur fell away and revealed the man underneath.

He held out a large hand down toward you, offering to help you up.

You took his hand, calloused and warm, and he pulled you up with ease.

“Halsin…” you started, your heart feeling as if it might burst out of your chest at his heartfelt words.

“I cannot lie to you. I wish to spend more time with you and see no better time to start than now. Your friendship means a great deal to me, but I long for more. I could not wait longer to tell you.”

Halsin’s hand squeezed yours lightly.

“I believe you do as well. Unless I am misguided. Tell me now, and I will step away.”

Halsin was not a daft man. He catches your stares or the way your cheeks bloom a deeper color when he speaks to you. He notices how you stand closely to him on the battlefield, often putting yourself in harm’s way to protect him without a second thought.

You were unlike anyone or anything he’d experienced in his long life. You were everything to him. He finally felt like he was in the right headspace to admit it, and give you his full attention and heart if you’d want it.

He knew you had your burdens, though. The tadpole in your brain, trying to be the leader that everyone needs, trying to solve every problem and save every person. He would understand if you said no, and would continue to stand by your side as a friend.

Halsin was gazing at you with so much admiration, that you felt as if you were floating. You picked up a hint of hesitancy, as well.

The large man was putting his heart on his sleeve, the flowers representing the start of something beautiful and new in chaos, and it was up to you to accept it.

“Yes.” You whispered, “I want that and so much more. You are not misguided.”

A large smile graced his features, his eyes shining.

Halsin leaned down, lightly touching his forehead against yours, bringing your hand to his chest, and you could feel the fast thrumming of his heart under your fingertips.

“I am happy to hear it.” He whispered, his lips close to yours.

Halsin let out a soft sigh, bringing his free hand to cup the side of your face.

“I have been wanting to express my feelings to you for a long time.” His voice was low. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded, squeezing the stems of flowers in your one hand, while your other was still enveloped in his against his chest.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please.”

The words barely left your mouth as his lips captured yours, fervent and passionate, better than any dream.

His lips were soft and purposeful, both of you pouring your long-held emotions into the dance of your lips.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, you both pulled away for a much-needed breath.

“So many nights I laid awake, desperate to feel your lips on mine, dreaming of how you’d taste and feel…none of those fantasies were even close to the real thing.”

“How many nights did you dream of me?” You asked, leaning your head against his chest.

“Since we first met.”

“I admit I dreamt the same of you, Halsin.”

Halsin laughed, a pleasant rumbling in his chest.

You looked up at him, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Well then, my flower, we must make up for all the lost time.”

Before you could answer, Halsin scooped you up in his arms bridal-style, silencing your surprised squeak with his lips, more hungry than before.

“What about making the tea?” You gasped between his kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck for purchase.

“When we are done, we can brew it and enjoy it under the stars. Though, by the time we are finished, the sun may just be rising.”

Your body ignited with his words, feeling him smile against your lips as you kissed him with urgency, suddenly needing to feel your entire body against his, needing to feel every part of him.

You knew he felt the same, and he kneeled to lay you on the soft grass, caging you in between his thick biceps.

As his body pressed to yours, your worries and frustrations melted away with every touch and pass of his lips and fingers and sultry praise of your magnificence.

Halsin was true to his word, you explored and worshipied one another until the stars began to fade and a new day was rising, ready to face the world stronger together.

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luffington · 4 days

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young master ♡

➤ summary: You don't worship the ground Doflamingo walks on, and it turns him on a little too much. (18+)

➤ pairing: doflamingo x afab!reader

➤ word count: 3.7k

➤ warnings: kinda sub!doflamingo (he’s a horny menace), mild dubcon, possessive doffy, spit kink, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m receiving), degradation, name-calling

➤ notes: this takes place before dressrosa but i’m only halfway done with the arc so sorry for any inaccuracies! i haven't posted my writing online in years so please lmk what you think :3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Doflamingo was sulking. His signature smile was comically turned upside down and his arms were crossed over his chest. Feet resting on top of his desk as he leaned back in his plush office chair, crumpling the important documents strewn underneath them that he was meant to review and sign. He knew he probably looked like a petulant child, and he felt like one, too. This was all your fucking fault.

Even though you were only in your twenties, you were already a well-known Vice Admiral. Vergo had informed Doflamingo of your impressive Haki abilities months ago, but that wasn’t the only reason he kept a close eye on you. You were sexy as hell, even in a Marines uniform, and he delighted in every brief interaction he had with you at Warlord meetings. When you decided to take some time off, he snatched you up immediately with a tantalizing job offer. After all, working for him was technically still a Government job, and he was helping so many countries in need!

You made it clear from the very beginning that this was a temporary gig and you had no intention of permanently joining the Donquixote Family. You were his business partner, not his subordinate. He never planned on honoring that agreement, of course, but you were making his plans particularly difficult.

The man had hundreds of thousands – if not millions – of loyal and passive subjects. Obedient workers who never questioned his judgment and praised his iron fist, from the filthy commoners at the bottom to the Elite Officers up top. But not you.

You had the kind of effortless confidence that got under his skin. You were unbothered and detached from his evil antics, from him. He made his presence known everywhere he went and was always the focus of the room, but it seemed like you paid more attention to the damn servants than him. His threats and intimidation which made thousands tremble in fear hardly made you flinch. When he revealed the secret of Dressrosa’s toys in hopes of getting a reaction from you, you practically yawned.

You knew who he was. You knew what he was capable of. You didn’t fucking care.

You weren’t afraid of him, and this greatly disturbed him.

A few days ago, you had strolled into his office without even knocking on the door. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, but you barely took notice. You were there to discuss your agreement in order to figure out a time frame of how long he needed you. He threw his head back and laughed loudly as he said, “That’s adorable. You really think you can get away from me, hm?”

Perceptive as always, you noticed the slightest twitch of his middle finger and immediately held an Armament Haki-coated hand in front of your chest, blocking the nearly invisible string flung your way. “Doffy, I’m being serious.”

He frowned and narrowed his eyes. Diamante used that nickname once in front of you and now you wouldn’t call him anything else. You thought it was cute. “Since when can you block my strings?”

“Do you really think I’d be a Vice Admiral if I couldn’t do that? You were so obvious about it, too.” You clicked your tongue, knowing full well that anyone less powerful than you wouldn’t be able to perceive his movement. Prominent veins popped in Doflamingo’s forehead but the blonde man stayed silent. “I think I’ll stay here for a few more months, at least. Maybe longer if I don’t have a terrible time here. Dressrosa is kind of growing on me.”

“You’re acting like I can’t keep you here by force.” Doflamingo interrupted your train of thought. “I could have Sugar turn you into a cute little doll, and then your Vice Admiral position would disappear. Or Giolla could turn you into a painting to hang on my wall.” He paused as if considering his options, knowing full well what he truly wanted. “Maybe I’ll keep you tied up with strings as my own personal pet.”

Many times he’d pictured you tied to the headboard of his bed, stripped naked and covered in his drying cum as he used you however he wanted. Perhaps then he’d finally ignite a spark of fear in you.

“If you actually wanted to do that, it would’ve happened already. But you’re the one who hired me, remember?” You acted like you were explaining something obvious to a kid. “If you try anything against me, I can always call up the Navy and tell them what you’re doing to your poor innocent citizens. Maybe even let them know your alias? Begins with a J, right?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He snarled, sitting up in his seat immediately and binding strings around your wrists to keep them pinned above your head. You kept your eyes trained on his, a determined and almost taunting glint in them.

“I’m not a big fan of blackmail, so I don’t want to do that,” you replied in an even tone. “I’m just saying that I can. Now, are we gonna talk business, or are you gonna play cat’s cradle all day?”

Doflamingo should’ve killed you right then and there. That would’ve put an end to his confusing thoughts about you, but your conversation only made them worse. You were on his mind constantly, to the point where he couldn’t focus on anything else. It was an obsession, an infatuation, one completely unbecoming of a heavenly being like himself. People were meant to grovel at his feet and kiss the very ground he walked on – why the fuck were you not affected?

He finally had enough. He pushed the chair away from his desk and stormed out of his office. Servants hurried away in fear, knowing that his scowl and heavy footsteps meant nothing but trouble. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled around his mind — he wanted to make you scream, to completely immobilize you with his power, to kiss you so hard you saw stars. No, that wasn’t it.

He wanted you to call him ‘Young Master’.

Doflamingo threw open the double doors to a secluded drawing room in his typical dramatic flair. You were alone, reclining on a couch and reading a book. Even this pissed him off – you were in a potential viper’s nest, surrounded by powerful people who could turn on you at any point, yet you didn’t feel the need to keep others around you for protection. You turned your head towards the intruder in confusion. His massive body filled the door frame and light from the hallway illuminated him and his feathery coat from behind, making him look like a fallen angel.

“What Devil Fruit did you eat.” It was a statement, not a question. His voice was a dangerously low growl.

“I already told you, I didn’t eat one.” You said slowly, slightly thrown off by his demeanor but still not afraid.

“You lying bitch!” He roared, using his strings to slam the doors behind him as he crossed the room towards you in three giant steps. “You must have some kind of mind control ability, or manipulation, or… I don’t fucking know! Tell me what’s happening!” He threw his head in his hands and crouched over, almost as if he was in pain. “Why can’t I stop fucking thinking about you!”

Your mouth opened slightly and you blinked a few times to process the situation, and then it hit you. A sly grin slowly formed on your face as you dog-eared your book and set it down next to you. You knew this man was incapable of love in its purest sense, but maybe… “Doffy, have you never been attracted to someone before?”

His head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at you furiously behind his sunglasses. Of course he’d fucking been attracted to people – he refused to settle for nothing but the best with his lovers. He had fucked enough sexy men and women over the years to form a small army. But none of them were like you.

They were all cheaply made toys, suitable for one or two uses then tossed in the trash when they broke or when he got bored. He was a greedy and spoiled child who always got what he wanted. But with you… it felt like he was staring through the front window of a shop at a shiny new toy. So close and so enticing but completely out of reach.

“Fuck you! I… I…” You would never know how that sentence was supposed to end, because he sunk to his knees and hung his head in frustrated shame. He slammed his fist against the floor hard enough to rattle the room. “Why won’t you belong to me?!”

The almighty King of Dressrosa, the feared Warlord, the powerful underground broker, was on his knees begging for you. He knew he sounded pathetic. He felt pathetic. But he couldn’t go a moment longer without getting what he wanted, what was rightfully his.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had always stood your ground because you knew your worth, but sometimes you did it to purposely push the blonde man’s buttons since no one else seemed to have the courage to do so. But you were just teasing him – this was not the outcome you had in mind.

You slowly stood from the couch to move in front of him. Even bent over, the massive man was practically your height, but he had never seemed smaller.

“Doffy,” you began in a quiet voice and reached out to gently touch his feather-clad shoulder, but he slammed the ground again.

“I don’t need you to patronize me! I need…” he trailed off again and hesitated for a moment before realizing what he needed to do to calm the fire roaring inside him. Fine, he would give you a fucking reason to worship him. He threw himself at your midsection, making you yelp in surprise. He had finally drawn a reaction out of you, and it spurred him on even more. Rough hands yanked your shirt up to your breasts and he hungrily mouthed at the soft skin of your tummy, a frenzied mess of tongue and teeth and soft lips. “I need you. Give yourself to me.” He said breathlessly, punctuating his words with a sharp bite at your hip.

You were frozen in place but weak in the knees, unable to do anything but accept his bites and bruises. You’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined what his long tongue and nimble fingers felt like on your body, in your body. He nipped at your skin hard enough to bruise then soothed it with his tongue, sending heat straight to your core.

Doflamingo was in a drugged-like haze, mind clouded with a dizzying mix of lust and hatred and longing. He belatedly noticed that you weren’t resisting him when he popped the button on your jeans. When he looked up, he realized your cheeks were flushed and your gaze was trained on his long fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants.

He smiled wickedly, feeling a sliver of regained control. “You fucking whore. You want this, don’t you?”

“Doffy, you’re the one literally trying to get in my pants.”

“Shut up.” He snarled, annoyed yet allured by your sweet giggle afterwards. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles to reveal pretty pink lace panties underneath. They practically matched the color of his coat – you had to have worn those just for him. Might as well take them later.

A needy and unashamed whine tore from his lips when he saw your pussy. Even more perfect than he’d imagined all those times he fucked his fist alone in bed. He told himself this was what was necessary to crush that annoying ego of yours, knowing full well he was nearly shaking with pure carnal desire. He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise and shoved your thighs apart before diving in. His tongue was ravenous, licking a sloppy stripe from your ass to your clit, mouth closing around the nub and sucking harshly. The sweetest moan he’d ever heard fell from your lips and he echoed it, eager to hear more.

Fingers tangled in his short blonde hair as you tried to steady yourself. It was too much all at once. You tried to tug him away to tell him to slow down, yet wanted to pull him even closer. Doflamingo flinched at the contact. Part of him wanted to tie your hands behind your back because how dare you touch him without permission. But instead, he groaned at the rough pull on his scalp, which went straight to his hardening cock. His grip on you tightened as he dragged you further onto his face.

His long tongue lapped messily at your folds then slipped into your cunt, shallowly thrusting the wet tip in and out. He laughed in delight at your delicious juices coating his tastebuds and making his head spin.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He panted and rubbed his nose against your clit, making you jump. A sloppy string of his saliva still connected his mouth to your entrance. “I think you like me after all.”

“I’d like anyone who eats me out this good,” you quipped.

“But no one’s as good as me, hm?” To prove his point, he shoved the entirety of his skilled tongue deep inside you. You threw your head back and whined as the wet muscle curled and twisted inside you, hungrily lapping at your sensitive inner walls. “No one will ever be as good as me. Say you’re mine and you can have this every day.”

“F-fuck, Doffy… so, mmh, good…” He ate you out like a man starved, desperately sucking at every part of your pussy he could reach. One hand moved from your hip, leaving dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises behind, and plunged into his own pants. He let out a deep groan at the contact.

“Call me Young Master.” Doflamingo breathed heavily as he pulled his pants down slightly. Your jaw dropped when he revealed his massive and fully erect dick, leaking beads of precum and bobbing against his stomach. You knew he’d be big based on his height, but this was inhuman. The blonde man noticed your hungry gaze and chuckled. “You want me so badly. Stop denying the truth and I’ll give you everything you want. I am a benevolent king, after all.”

You actually laughed at that, and he didn’t even try to be angry – being on full display for you meant he couldn’t hide the way your disobedience made his cock twitch. His other hand slithered between your legs and rubbed at your folds and the smile fell off your face.

You stumbled backwards – there was nothing behind you to lean on and your legs were quickly turning into jelly. “W-wait, Doffy, I can’t, ahh, l-let me sit…”

Two of his fingers moved downwards and bound your feet to the floor with his string. Immobilizing your bottom half like a statue but intentionally leaving your top half free to grab at his hair and body as you pleased. “Your king will grant you permission to move when I want to.”

“S’okay, I l-like seeing you look up to me for once.” Your witty reply was lost on the blonde, who had spread your folds apart and was hypnotized by your entrance clenching around nothing. You were so fucking tiny compared to him and he ached at the thought of molding your insides to take him and him alone.

Just one thick finger was enough to make you moan and pant, slowly pushing its way inside your cunt. “Shit, you’re so tight.” The soft squelches of your inner walls rang in his ears and pretty pearls of precum leaked from his dick. “Perfect fucking pussy. Give it to me.”

A second digit was soon added, scissoring you apart expertly. Unsurprisingly, the man really knew how to use his fingers. He crooked them and brushed against your most sensitive spot, causing you to cry out and hold onto him even harder. Sharp teeth playfully bit at your inner thigh in response. Doflamingo gathered some of the constant dribble of precum from the tip of his cock to lube his rough palm. He considered making you spit on his hand to ease the glide, but a better idea came to mind.

“Spit in my mouth.” He ordered, tilting his head up and sticking his tongue out. Waiting for you to follow his command like a good toy.

You were taken aback by the sudden request, but you gathered a ball of spit in your mouth like you were told… and it landed directly on the lens of his sunglasses, obscuring the vision of one eye. Doflamingo knew that it wasn’t just badly aimed. This was an act of defiance. You intentionally spit on his defining accessory, his very essence.

“You stupid slut.” The venomous insult came with a maniacally pleased grin. He pushed the stained glasses onto his forehead and you finally saw his eyes for the first time. Gorgeous and bright blue with lust-blown pupils. Looking at his beautifully depraved expression in its entirety, you briefly wondered if he really was an angel. His fingers sped up to a nearly brutal pace and he slipped in a third digit, causing you to choke on your spit. “Love me. Love me.”

A divine being who fell from heaven to beg at your feet.

“Y-you’re fucking insane,” you panted with a blissful smile, your cunt clenching down deliciously on him. “Make up your, mmh, mind.”

“Adore me.” He responded immediately. “Say you’re mine. Be mine.”

Even though you refused to respond, the blonde was lost in his fantasies yet grounded in the reality of your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure. Mouth hanging open, hands nearly going numb from how hard you held onto him. He needed to see you like this every day – no, every hour. He could keep you under his desk like a pet, ready to suck his dick whenever he allowed you to. Or maybe you’d sit in his lap all day, one of his hands fondling your tits as he attended meetings and forced his subordinates to watch him play with his favorite toy.

But that was too mundane. He could snatch up anyone in Dressrosa right now and do the same. No, the twisted fantasy that really made his cock ache was already happening. That annoyingly sexy confidence of yours was threatening his godliness.

Maybe he’d make you step on him next time.

“Call me Young Master,” he begged again, too far gone to realize how ridiculous he sounded. Tongue hanging out like a dog (and panting like one, too), he rutted into his hand even faster. His cock was absolutely throbbing, red and angry and dripping precum. He was in no position to be giving orders. You stifled a giggle with your hand, which quickly turned into a moan as his fingers bumped against your cervix.

“I already t-told you,” you sucked in a few shaky breaths. He was watching you intently and still smiling, but his fingers never slowed down. “You’re not my –mm– Master, I don’t, ahh, work for you…”

“But why not?” He whined again. “At least call me it when you cum. I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t.”

You didn’t acknowledge the ridiculously empty threat, instead throwing your head back when his fingers crooked against your most sensitive spot. Slick was dribbling down your legs – Doflamingo licked it off of your thighs before slurping around his digits buried inside you. The blonde echoed your unashamedly loud moans, practically on the edge himself. He only needed one thing to send him into a rapturous white bliss.

He stared up at you unblinkingly, face frozen in a grin as he took in all the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm. Sweat dribbled down your forehead, eyebrows furrowed together, body tense and breath hot. “I-I’m gonna… gonna…” He crooked his fingers inside you the way he’d done thousands of times to turn people into obedient little puppets.

“Doffy~!” Your face contorted into the most divine expression he’d ever seen, crying out his name like a desperate prayer.

You ignored his order. You used that stupid fucking nickname.

He came hard.

The tight coil that had been building in his groin for days at the mere thought of you finally snapped. An animalistic moan left his lips as thick ropes of cum coated his hand and spilled onto his abdomen. He looked even more blissed out than you, panting hard and shuddering and nearly overstimulating himself with the hand on his cock still slowly moving up and down.

Doflamingo finally removed his fingers from inside you and loudly sucked them clean of your essence. Still craning his neck upwards so he wouldn’t break eye contact with you. You could lose yourself inside that piercing gaze, so full of obsession and hunger, especially when it was coming from a position of worship rather than condescension.

Blinking out of your stupor, you realized the blonde’s cum-coated hand was in front of your mouth. If you were anyone else, he would’ve shoved his fingers all the way to your throat and made you choke on it. Instead, he stayed still and kept quiet. This was an offering.

You grabbed his wrist and kitten-licked his sticky palm twice, humming thoughtfully as if appraising the taste. His grin grew even wider. Then you pulled away and teasingly said, “You take care of the rest of it.”

Doflamingo simply giggled in delight — you’d willingly tasted the essence of a god, one that was soon to be your god, but you were still too stubborn to give in. He didn’t expect you to crumble so easily and he didn’t want you to. He was having way too much fun. The blonde smeared the rest of his cum on the crotch of the pink panties still pooled around your ankles.

“That’s disgusting.” You huffed in annoyance and rolled your eyes. “What am I supposed to wear out of here?”

The man chuckled lowly and rose to his feet, suddenly towering above you at full height. He wiped the dried spit off of his sunglasses before returning them to their rightful place on the bridge of his nose.

“Who said anything about leaving?” You paled at the sight of his devilish grin but felt your core clench in need. “You still haven’t called me by my proper title.”

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propertyofemilyprentiss · 1 month

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“Home”

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x female!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: While working on a case, the memories of your past came flooding in, and Emily was there to comfort you in the aftermath.

TWs: violence, guns, mentions of abuse, childhood trauma

Word count: 3.1K

It has been a horrible couple of days, to say the least, and you hated when this happened - when a case hit a little way too close to home. Sure, you’ve learned to compartmentalize pretty well in those 2 years you had been working for the BAU, but this time it was different.

You couldn't shake the image out of your mind, the look on that boy’s face who managed to murder -execution style- three happy families before you caught him on his 4th one. The fear, the pain, the desperation - the eyes always tell the unspoken stories. It was almost like he was pleading you to get to him before he could destroy another family.

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“Let me talk to him”, you told Hotch on the phone while you were riding with Emily to the house, “I know I can get him to surrender before he hurts them”.

Of course, Hotch knew your background and he checked up on you multiple times during the case - which you were grateful for, even though you didn’t actually like the extra attention that was obviously visible to the rest of the team. In addition, you also hated that they knew, on some level, that your background couldn’t have been a lot more different than the unsub’s.

Emily, who was glancing at you from time to time, fought really hard with herself to say nothing at your request. It was not her place to make that decision, even though her mind was screaming at her to say no, or to say something at all.

Also, you were too stubborn (or determined, as you liked to call it) to be talked out of this. She knew, but that didn't make her heart race any less.

”And I need to do it alone-“, you added but were immediately interrupted this time.

“Absolutely not!”, she almost yelled at your crazy request.

It felt like suicide, walking alone into a house where the murderer would not hesitate to shoot her - he proved that many times with the other families.

”Emily-“

”y/n”, you heard your name coming from the phone this time, “I know you see him different than we do-“

”I don't see him any different, I just know that if we all go into the house he’ll feel too threatened to even have a chance to cooperate. His instincts will kick in and then he will for sure not hesitate to use his gun. If I go alone, he won’t perceive me as a threat, and I'll have the chance to talk to him, whilst you can have my back from the outside”, you were determined to do this and you knew you had a good point of view.

There was pure silence for a few seconds.

”If at any point you feel like he won't cooperate, we’ll be coming in”, Hotch told you.

”Thank you”, you said, but you couldn't bear to look at Emily, you knew exactly the look that she was giving you right now.

You noticed her tensed greep on the steering wheel, how her knuckles were almost white and you knew deep down that she just wants you to be safe. But this was not her battle to fight, unfortunately. It was yours.

—

As you stepped into the house, you heard a terrifying scream coming from the living room, followed by the sound of a gun. You knew you only had a few minutes before the room would go completely silent forever.

With your gun in your hand, you rushed there as fast as you could.

”Danny Brant, my name is y/n y/l/n and I’m from the FBI”, you quickly scanned the room then, noticing how the husband was laying on the floor, being the one who was shot - you figured- but not deadly, and the wife was standing frozen next to him while the unsub had their little boy, who was just 6 years old from what Garcia told you.

“Stop! Don’t come any closer or I'm gonna shoot him!”, he yelled, but you noticed his hand trembling on the gun that was pointed to the kid's head.

”Oh my god!”, you heard the mom sobbing, “please don't do this!”.

However, he didn't even look at her, his whole attention was on you and the weapon that was pointing at him.

”You’re not, Danny , we both know that you don't want to hurt him. You’re just trying to get rid of all the pain that lies within yourself right now, but this is not the solution”, you looked at him, almost as desperately as he was looking at you, hoping that he would understand, “you can still fix this, just let me help you”.

”You want to help me?”, he scoffed, “don’t pretend like you’re any different from the others, you don't care about me, you don’t understand-“

”But I do”, you took a deep breath, lowering your gun and putting it on the floor. There was no going backwards now. “I understand, the world didn't treat you with the kindness that it treats other people and it hurts. Your parents didn't give you the unconditional love that every child deserves and it hurts even more. You suffered alone through the abuse, through years of not hearing “I love you” not even once, and you wondered what was wrong with you all this time. You tried anything in your power to make them proud, to make them smile when they were looking at you, despite the fact that you were their punching bag every single day, and nothing worked. So the pain turned into anger until you couldn't control it anymore - it controlled you. I understand”, your voice almost cracked, but you knew you were getting through him.

Hope filled your chest as you continued.

”You turned your anger towards happy homes, towards the things that life did not give you, but it gave to others, because it's not fair, is it?”

”Why not me?”, tears pricked his eyes, but for once in his life, he finally felt understood - although he was not ready to let go yet.

”I asked myself the same question many times, Danny, and I still don't know the answer. But what I can tell you is that inflicting your pain on others will not make yours go away. What you already did cannot be undone, but you can still make the right decision here. Please, let the little boy go”, you pleaded, knowing that this was his only chance before the team would have to intervene.

Immediately, he just started crying, loosening his grip on the kid and putting the gun on the floor. No words were spoken, he just watched as you approached him with the cuffs in your hands, then glanced to the mother who was hugging her son like her life depended on it and ultimately to all the other agents that were entering the house

“I'm so sorry”, was all he said before you handed him to another police officer.

You hurried to get out of the house, not being able to stay there even for a few more seconds. Everyone worriedly looked at you as you passed through them - you knew they heard everything, but you were too exhausted to feel anything. You just wanted to rot in your hotel room for the rest of the night, for once being grateful that you weren’t leaving until the next day.

Only when you were finally outside, you felt like you could breathe again.

You went back to the hotel before anyone else.

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You’ve lost count of how many times the scene played in your head, and each time, your chest felt a little bit heavier than before. You couldn't arrange the thoughts in your head, you couldn't do anything more than just breathe.

This wasn't like you, it wasn't supposed to get to you this much, especially after experiencing cases that were much more disturbing than this one. But it still did, and you hated it.

Hated how weak you felt.

The wound you tried so meticulously to heal over time reopened in a matter of days, but this wasn't even your main concern. You just wanted to show your team that you were just as capable to do your job as everyone else, but was the cost worth it?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door and you already knew who it was. You don't even know how much time has passed from the moment you left the scene until now, to you it felt like hours. And for the first time in those days, getting out of bed didn't feel like a chore anymore.

“Emily-”

”y/n”, you both spoke at the same time.

You saw the concerned look on her face and you wished you could make it go away. Wished that you didn’t have to carry so much pain within yourself, that you couldn’t even talk about it with the person you love the most.

She immediately hugged you and you melted in her embrace. With her arms around you, it was the only time your mind was quiet.

“Look at me”, she gently said, lifting your chin to look into your glossy eyes, ”Oh, my sweet angel. I know you’re not okay, and if you want to talk about it, I’m here. Always. I love you. You don't have to be alone in this”.

But it's all you’ve known in your entire life. You have always been careful about what you let out about yourself to others, too scared of confessing your struggles to the few people who actually cared and loved you, thinking that they would leave.

Because who would want to love the mess of a person you were?

“y/n?”

Shit, you’ve been silent for too long.

“Can we j-just, uhm, lay in bed for a while?”, your voice came out more of a whisper, fearing that you would break down right then and there if you actually spoke out loud.

”Of course, come here”, Emily took your hand in hers and guided you right back to where you were a few minutes ago.

Instinctively, you laid your head on her chest as she was holding you, taking in the scent of her perfume. You smiled - it was your favorite.

It was silent for a while, which you were grateful for. Emily never pushed you into doing anything you weren't ready to do. But it suddenly became too much - the comfort of her hand caressing through your hair, the dozens of kisses that she was leaving wherever she could - the top of your head, your forehead, your hand that she was holding into hers - the sweet, encouraging words that she was whispering to you with the most loving tone you’ve ever heard in your life, the tears that threatened to form from the beginning of the day managed to betray you and escape this time.

From that moment, it was too late to stop them. So you cried. You let the tears carry away the pain, the emotions that you’ve bottled up these past few days, the feeling of failure and the struggles that you’ve carried on your shoulders all your life.

And Emily was there, just as she promised, holding you, soothing you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your tears fell on her chest until you had no more left.

“I’m sorry”, was all that you were able to say.

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to apologize for”, she said, lifting you for a bit so that your eyes would meet.

There was nothing but sincerity in them.

”But I have, Em. I've ruined your shirt, I worried you all day, we've barely spoken since we got here about anything that didn't include the case and I’m so, so sorry”, your body fell back into her embrace, a part of you clinging to her in the desperation of not wanting her to leave.

”Angel, I don't care about the shirt, it will dry eventually. I care about you. So about the rest - yes, I’ve been worried, because I love you and I want to help you. You’re not alone, even if your mind is telling you that”, she sighed, rubbing circles on your back, “I wish I could take your pain away and only see that beautiful smile of yours, but life isn't that easy. So you never have to apologize for something that was never in your control, okay?”

You exhaled sharply, not even acknowledging that you were not breathing in the first place. She was right, of course she was, but apologizing was all you’ve ever known. And you wanted nothing more than to let her through your walls, but that was not something you’ve ever done with anyone.

You have always been alone.

“I love you too, Em”, you said, looking down at your intertwined hands, “I just don't know how to do this…where do I even start?”

”How about you tell me what’s on your mind right now?”

You sighed again, a chuckle coming from your mouth. At least you don’t have to tell everything, thanks to your conversation with the unsub.

“I guess I’ve never been good at letting things go. I mean, it was a long time ago. It technically doesn't matter anymore. And yet, I cannot let it go, a part of me always knew that, but I had buried it deep enough to not affect me until, well, now”.

You took a deep breath again before continuing, holding slightly tighter onto Emily.

”You know why I wanted to go in that house alone today?”, you asked, wanting to make her understand, “He's 18, the same age I was when I was finally able to move out of my parent's house. I applied to universities that were far away from where I lived and managed to get a good scholarship in the process. I've never talked to them since”, a single tear runs down your cheek as you speak, the sorrowful feeling of recalling those unwanted memories hovering over you, “I wanted to give him the opportunity to have his own life, away from his family, even if that meant in jail”.

”But that anger, I understood it. The anger of having to spend my life recovering from things that I should have been protected from. The anger of losing the carefree, happy child that I once was and being forced to grow up, to take care of myself on my own”, you spoke with the suffering that you endured, and Emily's heart broke.

She knew you weren't done, but she already hated your parents for everything they’ve done to you. But she didn’t say a word, instead she took your hand to her lips, while she used the other to hold you tight.

”And there was also the confusion, you know? Why wasn’t I ever enough, why couldn't I gain their love no matter how much I’ve tried. Sometimes I would lay awake late at night, staring at the ceiling and wondering if I was doomed from the moment I was born or if I was at least loved when I was too little to remember it”, your voice cracked at the end, the too familiar ache in your chest consuming you once again, “Am I so hard to be loved?”

”No. y/n, look at me”, Emily said in an instant, cupping your chin for you to look into her eyes, “I absolutely despise them for putting you through this, for making you question your worth, because, my angel, loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life, you hear me? I love everything about you, from your perfect eyes that I get lost into every time I look at you, to your beautiful, contagious smile that lights up the room and which makes my day go from 0 to 100 in a split second”, she immediately noticed the faint smile on your face, and her chest blossomed with love.

“But it doesn't stop here. I love how whenever we spend time at each other’s places, you always wake up a little bit earlier than me in order to make coffee, even though you hate waking up early. I love how your eyes spark with happiness whenever one of your favorite songs comes on the radio and how you immediately start singing it to me. I love watching the stars with you from my bedroom. I love the fact that I get to know the soft side of you which you never show around the others. I love every movie we watch from the start simply because you’re next to me. I love slow dancing in the living room with you even if you always say you're a terrible dancer”, she laughs at the memories of those amazing days that she wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

”Em, I am a terrible dancer”, you giggled with her, a new set of tears appearing.

But these ones weren't carrying the agony of your horrible past, but the comfort and gratitude towards the woman that turned your life around and showed you the definition of love.

”You're not!”, she exclaimed, wiping your tears away, “But this was not the point here. The point is, you’re not hard to love, not at all, not to me. And I’m so sorry that your parents couldn't see what an amazing daughter they had, but ultimately it’s their loss. I know it hurts you nonetheless, but you’re so strong angel, and I’ve always admired that about you. You’ll carry those memories of everything that happened for the rest of your life, but it's still going to be okay. And whenever it doesn’t feel like it, I’ll be there to remind you”, she placed a kiss on your forehead, hoping you understood that you’re not alone - not anymore.

You didn't know what to say, the shock of someone understanding your pain, your past, and still loving you put you at a loss of words. You slowly got up from her embrace and kissed her, softly and gently, with the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

Pulling back, you looked at her hopeful smile, her glistening eyes, and you wondered how you got so lucky to be able to call her your girlfriend.

“Thank you, Em”, you genuinely smiled, “Thank you for finding me worthy of love, despite the mess that I am”.

“y/n, we’re all a mess in our own ways. But thank you for letting me see yours, because it only made me love you more”.

You placed a tended kiss on her lips once more before melting into her embrace once again, exhaustion filling your body.

And right there, in her arms, with your head on her chest, listening to her beating heart, you’ve never felt safer.

You knew then - you have found your home.

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sirenpearldust · 3 months

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Mating bond 2

Notes: grab some tissues

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Word count: 738

Warnings: Angst

Pt1

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Azriel had consistently felt fatigued, but the last couple of days robbed him of any vitality.

His body and soul were broken.

A numbness and sense of lifelessness dominated his days.

His family immediately noticed his stark decline. He was a shell of himself, empty.

Morrigan and Cassian attempted to coax him into joining them at the pleasure hall. Rhys recognising his exhaustion, granted him a break, urging him to savor some well-deserved vacation time.

Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie extended multiple invitations to their tea time.

They questioned him why he had ceased to train them.

He would ignore everyone.

Immersing himself in work, he sought solace and attempted to drown out his troubles, striving to forget.

He empathised with Lucien’s despair, he felt guilty.

Despite the strained golden bond in his chest, he couldn’t ignore its presence.

Mates had always been a sensitive topic, a distant dream for him, out of reach.

Witnessing his brothers’ happiness with their mates fueled his jealousy.

In his own delusion, he entertained the idea of three sisters for three brothers, boldly proclaiming that the mother had made a mistake in pairing Elain with Lucien.

He wanted to defy fate until the day he’d met her.

On that heart-wrenching day, his shadows were nervous, radically erratic.

In an attempt to clear his mind, he strolled through a park in Velaris, where he spotted a woman playing with a cat.

As she turned, a sudden silence enveloped him, the world pausing, and his heartbeat turning erratic.

She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, radiating a glow akin to the Sun, utterly ethereal.

He wanted Feyre to paint her, to capture her on canvas, desiring to preserve her image. He longed to keep this moment eternally etched into his mind, and in his room - a cherished memory for him to love and appreciate.

His once erratic shadows now calmed, humming, and began gravitating towards her.

His Wings spread wide in a display for his female.

Azriel found himself rooted in place, overwhelmed by the immense power of the bond. Profound happiness and contentment settled in him as he realised he had finally found her.

Some shadows nudged him, urging him to move closer to her.

She casually swept her hair over her shoulder and he found himself captivated by her.

He observed her carefree and playful demeanour, playing with the cat.

The warmth of her laughter reached him as he drank it all in.

As she turned around and noticed him, her smile faltered and her eyes widened in horror.

Their souls connected, he felt the terror coursing through the bond, awakening, a primal instinct to protect her.

Shadows multiplied, assuming positions to eliminate any perceived threat, only to realise she was afraid of the singer.

Azriel froze.

“No,” she muttered.

“No! No! No! This can’t be,” she cried, sobbing loudly.

Tears fell as she screamed for him to leave her alone.

Shadows flew towards her, flinching at first, at the unfamiliar feeling on her being, she eventually let them comfort her.

They sang to her, soothing and wiping away her tears.

Azriel stood heartbroken, alone, no shadows in sight.

The pain he felt mirrored his childhood - rejection, loneliness and a sense of being unwanted.

He wondered whether she was rejecting him personally or simply harboured fear of Illyrians.

Tucking his wings tightly against his back, he approached her, his voice softened, “I’m not going to hurt you. You don’t have to be afraid.”

As he spoke, she calmed down and he slowly raised his hand, gently, cupping her cheek.

She leaned in, nuzzling into his hand, not disgusted by his scars. His wings enveloped her, providing the shield from the world.

For a fleeting moment he felt a sense of happiness, thinking they had made some progress. Maybe she just really was afraid of Illyrians, not him.

Rubbing her back, pressing her against him he felt content, fulfilled. He breathed her in, wiped her tears and kissed the crown of her head.

Closing his eyes, he sighed in relief, but then she pushed him away.

“ I can’t - I can’t accept this, I can’t accept this bond.”

His stomach turned. He felt desperate, his world crashed.

“What?”

“I have feelings for someone else.”

Taking a step back to avoid making her afraid, he felt a surge of possessiveness, a buried primal instinct awoke.

He asked, voice cold, “Who is he?”

Who dared to have her heart?

Who dared to take her from him?

She took panicked steps back, and before he could reach her, she winnowed away.

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moumouton4 · 2 months

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Taking The Next Step || Dabi x reader

A/n : I really missed writing for my favorite dazing vilain

Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : No mention of gender for reader, in the beginning : verbal fight, tension, aggressiveness, but it eventually gets fluffy

Summary : Expressing his feelings isn't his strong suit. Though for you he would gladely do anything

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 886

You are pinned against the wall, one of his hands heavily pressing your shoulder to the back, while his other hand hovers above your neck, successfully holding you flat against the cold surface of his secret apartment. You could feel his breath hitting your throat, with each stinging word he spat your way.

“Why can’t I just burn you ?!?” he raged. And indeed, the heat emanating from his body was so intense that you wonder if he, even through the layers of clothes, would be able to give you burn marks.

“Why can I burn you and all the feelings you have been growing inside me to ashes ?! Everything would be so much easier !” he continued lashing out.

If you didn't know better you would bet he was going to bite your throat off. But you have known him for so long you knew he wouldn’t actually be able to bring himself to hurt you. In fact the mere thought of something happening to you was unsettling to him.

He had dreaded this moment to come, the one when all his previous efforts to keep his feelings for you at bay, always pushing and burying them deep in the depths of his heart, will reveal itself powerless in the face of his overwhelming attachment to you. Call it love or whatever.

"I feel like I'm going crazy" he sighed, his blazing azure eyes only holding yours as intensely as ever.

He felt it in the depths of his being, like a lingering thought in the back of his head that told him again and again how addicted he was to you, just as you were to him. Truth be told, if you were anyone else, the question wouldn't have been asked twice. He would have been immolated without the slightest remorse, and everything would have been much easier - emotionally - for him to handle. Hell, if you weren't who you were, he'd never have looked at you and given you an ounce of his attention.

Keeping your gaze in his, you manage to perceive a hint of vulnerability swirling in his blue orbs. He soon found himself at a loss for words, for the simple reason that he couldn't go on spewing hatred and imaginary threats against you.

He released his grip on your throat, his hand descending to the small of your back. His breathing calmed and he let out a soft sigh before resting his head on your shoulder. You felt his hand trace circles on your visible skin, a testament to his inner turmoil.

"I-I can't stand being here without..." his grip on your waist tightened a little "... without you anymore" his voice carried an apprehension foreign to his personality.

For a moment, you didn't realize what he had just said. Running your hand through his ebony locks, you gently scratched his scalp where the white roots of his true color emerged, as if to urge him to express himself again.

"I want you to come here with me... so I can make sure everything's all right" he mumbled, as if afraid you would reject him, as if you hadn't proved your loyalty time and again, even after learning about his past.

You smiled, pushing his head a little closer against your neck. He just wanted to ask you if you wanted to take the next step and move in with him. Things had changed a lot by now, and while the final blow was about to fall on the villains, Dabi only wanted one thing : to have you close to him, where he knew he could protect you.

"Of course I do" you pulled away a little and kissed his cheek tenderly "Besides, I spend so much time here that it's as if I already lived here"

Relieved by your answer, a small smile formed on his lips. He buried his face against your neck, nuzzling against it. You were about to wrap your arms around him, but he took you by surprise and carried you bridal style against his chest, his step confident as he steered you towards the couch.

Adjusting his grip around you, to make sure you were comfortable as he sat down, he lowered his gaze to you "It's the only way I feel complete" he mumbled so quietly you would have sworn it was a dream.

"But you already are, Toya" you whispered his real name, which always held a conforting aura over him, placing your hand against his cheek, which he leaned against.

He didn't even dare speak for fear his voice would give away too much of his feelings, he just squinted his eyes, acknowledging your words. But you could feel it in his grip that your words meant the world to him. You could see it in his gaze that he was thanking you for accepting.

"Thank you for considering having me here" you replied.

Sometimes words didn't matter in the face of the strength of your relationship. In the end, it was the others who had to watch out, because now Dabi was going to become even more protective over you and if he were to learn that anyone in this town would even look at you the wrong way, they would understand why they say blue flames are more devastating than red ones.

#my hero academia #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia x reader #dabi #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #dabi fluff #toya todoroki #toya todoroki imagine #toya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki fluff #touya todoroki #touya todoroki imagine #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki fluff #fluff #miri-writes

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fairysluna · 1 year

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the summer islands.

In a failed attempt of escaping, Aegon accidentally arrives in an unknown island where a lovely and lonely girl lives.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING – Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

TAGS/TW – fluff, mentions of parental neglect, nudity (not in a sexual way), cursing, golden retriever and black cat dynamic.

AUTHOR'S NOTE – First repost of my old blog, I was just getting started in writing in English so pls don't be so harsh with me lmao. This was a request (my first request ever, actually), and it turned out to be my favourite fic written by me. so yeah, enjoy!!🤍 (pd, i used to write in 3rd person, so...)

WORD COUNT – 8.0k

FEEDBACK, SHARES AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME!!

"No, no, no!" Aegon yelled at his dragon. "Not here, Sunfyre! sōvēs, sōvēs!"

No matter how loud he would scream at his loyal dragon, no matter how strong he would pull the ropes; the beast was reluctant in following his orders.

Sunfyre landed on top of a hill, sighing tiredly while he laid down on the greenest grass Aegon has ever seen. He tried to make him stand up again; pulling the ropes, yelling a thousand commands on High Valyrian, but the golden dragon was not interested in following his words.

“Fuck!” He yelled while reluctantly getting down from his dragon’s back.

He was whispering inappropriate words, and after taking one bad step, he fell onto his back; that did nothing but make him more angry —and ashamed. He cursed the Seven Gods, blaming them for his terrible luck during that day.

Aegon looked around while he was standing on his feet once again, he was trying to see if someone had seen his shameful fall. Luckily for him, no one seemed to be near him, the only thing he could perceive was a bunch of trees and lots of green hills that were covering all the surface of the land.

He walked in front of a sleepy Sunfyre, and he only grew desperate when he saw him closing his eyes. “No, no, no!” He screamed. “Don’t sleep- Fuck!” He looked around, now in despair, “They’re going to find me! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The dragon moved his head, hiding it from the stressed man. Aegon brushed his face anxiously, sighing and about to cry for desperation. He kept trying to wake his dragon, but Sunfyre was already snoring softly. He looked like a maniac, feeling that his brother would appear behind his back with his large dragon at any moment now.

“I can’t fucking believe it.” He muttered. "You traitor! How can you do this to me? I thought we were brothers! Now, get up! We have to go-”

"Are you hurt?"

A voice behind his back made him jump out of fear. He quickly grabbed the hilt of his sword, taking it out of his scabbard and turned around, facing the strange girl that came out of nowhere. He pointed at her with the tip of his sword, but she did not even flinch. He was entirely confused about where she came from, just a few minutes ago he turned around to see his surroundings and he never saw her coming. She just appeared by his side.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked harshly and unkindly, not trusting her.

"You seem lost." She deducted, a small smile formed on her face. "I can help you." She said, but Aegon did not let his guard down. "Is your dragon hurt?"

"No," He quickly answered, as if he was trying to prove his dragon was healthy and ready to fight against any threat, "He is completely healthy, he just decided to be lazy!"

"It's a gorgeous dragon." She said walking towards him. "Can I touch him?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, he can be-"

He stopped himself once he realized she did not listen to his words, instead, she just put one of her hands on the golden scales. Aegon was waiting for a reaction from him, something that might scare her away, but Sunfyre only curled under her touch, as if he was a huge cat instead of a giant and dangerous beast. "What the-"

"It's such a beauty." She commented, completely enchanted by the creature. "I never thought I would live to see one... What's its name?"

"Sunfyre." He answered, feeling odd. "He's a male."

"Oh, so he is a boy!" She said, laughing joyfully. "Look at you, pretty, pretty boy." She whispered to the dragon. "What a sight you are!”

"He's- he's not a boy." Aegon muttered, "He's a dragon male, a big, fearful, scary dragon male."

“He seemed harmless.” She thought.

“He’s not.” He rushed to say. “And I think it is better if you leave him alone. He is not very fond of strangers.”

Aegon walked towards her in order to pull her away from Sunfyre, but the tail of the dragon got in his way without him seeing it. As a result, he ended up tripping and falling on top of the girl, who just gasped out of surprise and then laughed cheerfully while Aegon groaned on top of her.

He frowned, and took his time to see her face carefully for the first time. She was not ugly, she was actually quite far from being ugly; her smile was charming and the way the corner of her eyes wrinkled when she was laughing was just bewitching. Aegon found himself staring at her longer than he should, but the girl under him did not seem to mind. Instead, she looked back at him and saw some scratches on his face, she immediately got worried and with a breathless voice she asked him once again,

“Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

Aegon did not know how, but he ended up in the house of the girl, eating an incredibly delicious soup and with his face completely washed. He had got rid of the dry blood on his face and cleaned his scratches, which he did not even remember how he got.

The house was not big at all, it was more like a cottage not larger than his own room. It was made of wood, the kitchen was in one corner and the bed on the other, the table only had two chairs and it was in the middle of the house. There were lots of plants of every kind and a strong scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Aegon thought it was comfortable and warm, it felt like a home; which was better than living in a huge castle made of stone.

He would rather live there, away from everything.

The door was open harshly and the girl walked in with a bag filled with vegetables and fruits. She was agitated, as if she was running from something, however Aegon did not seem worried about it because she was smiling; she was always smiling.

“I stole a sheep for Sunfyre.” She said, excitedly.

Aegon widened his eyes and choked with the soup. He started coughing while the girl left the bag on the floor. “You did what?” He asked incredulously.

“My neighbor has plenty of them, you don’t have to worry, he won’t even notice!” She explained, moving her hands and trying to play down the situation.

“And why the fuck would you do that?”

“He seemed hungry.” She shrugged.

“Your neighbor?”

“No, your dragon!” She laughed. “I had to run before he would catch me, he’s a fast runner and running up a hill with a sheep on your shoulders is quite hard.”

“You’re fucking mental.” He whispered under his breath, without her hearing him.

He looked at her strangely, following her with his eyes while she was pouring some soup in a small bowl. Then, she sat in front of him and started drinking it. Aegon was still staring at her slightly frowning, he thought she was quite peculiar.

“While you were yelling at your dragon, I heard that you were going somewhere.” She said, “Where were you going? It seemed urgent.”

“You heard that?” He asked, a bit scared. He remembers looking around the place and not seeing anyone.

“I did.” She nodded, “I saw you falling from your dragon too. That was a bit funny.” She chuckled.

“How- Oh, fuck me.” He sighed.

“So, where were you going?”

“I’m not comfortable with sharing that kind of information to someone I just met.” Aegon said, now he was being careful with his words, because he was starting to get a bit scared of her. “I don’t even know your name.”

“I’m y/n!” She replied cheerfully. “What’s your name?”

“Uhm… Aegon.”

“Aegon?” She repeated, her voice tone was more serious now.

Aegon shrink on his seat, and he looked at her expectantly. He thought she would be able to recognize his name, or his not-so-discreet hair. He thought that, once she realizes who he was, she might sell him away in exchange for a couple coins of gold. Instead, she just laughed again.

“It sounds like ‘egg’!” She finally said, Aegon let out a breath of relief.

“No, it doesn’t.” He replied, offended.

“It’s a nice name, though.” She praised, “It’s original, I like it. Aegon, Aegon, Aegon.” She repeated, “Sounds good. Aegon, Aegon-”

“Please, stop.” He said annoyed.

The smile on her face trembled a little. She just cleared his throat and looked down at her soup in order to take her eyes away from him. Aegon felt a bit bad for it, seeing how her smile almost disappeared because of him, however, he did not say anything else. He did not know why he felt bad for her in the first place.

“Well, now that you know my name and I know yours, and we are less strangers for each other,” She took a sip from her soup, “Will you tell me where you were going?”

“Why do you want to know?”

She shrugged, “Just curious.”

Aegon sighed and rolled his eyes. Something inside of him told him that it was a bad idea and he should leave immediately, but the other part of him told him to stay, to be nice to the kind girl that gave him food and shelter, and even stole a sheep for his dragon.

“I was going to Pentos.” He replied.

“Why?”

“You are curious, aren’t you?”

“Just a bit.” She put her index finger against her thumb making a gesture that was cute enough to hinder him.

“I was escaping.” He confessed.

“From whom?”

“My family.” He replied, “My mother, more specifically.”

“Why would you escape from your family, Aegon?” She asked again, and Aegon forced himself to not roll his eyes again.

“They- uhm, they are forcing me to do something I don’t want to do.”

“What thing?”

“Okay, that’s enough.” He raised his voice a little, starting to lose his patience. The girl leaned back, and a small ‘sorry’ escaped from her lips.

Aegon once again felt guilty as the room stayed in silence, and again he did not know why, which was a bit frustrating for him. She started to eat her soup quietly while he just looked at her, trying to read through her. That girl was a whole mystery, Aegon has never met someone so peculiar as her.

“How does it feel?” Her voice sounded softer and slower than the times before. Aegon frowned, confused.

“What thing?”

“To have a family.” She said, “I never had one.” She revealed, she tried to smile but Aegon saw the quivering on the corners of her mouth. “I mean- I had my mother, but- uhm, one day she left and I haven’t seen her since then.”

“Well, I can’t tell you nice things about my family. They’re all a piece of shit.”

“At least you have one.”

“I would rather not have one.” He confessed, “You’re all alone and you seem to do pretty well.”

When her smile completely disappeared, he knew he had fucked up once again. A small curse left his lips before starting to apologize, which was something quite odd coming from him.

“I mean- I’m sorry.” He was surprised by how fast he had said those words. He was not used to using them. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay.” She spoke softly, nodding. “I don’t mind.”

She stood up from the table and took the two small bowls with her. Aegon almost complained since he still had some soup left, but he thought he had already said enough. It seemed as if every time he would open his mouth he would hurt her feelings, so he decided to be quiet while he followed her with his purple tired eyes.

He soon stood up too, starting to gather his belongings –which was only his scabbard and a bag with some of his clothes– and getting ready for departure. He took a deep breath, feeling his stomach full and then he said,

“Well, I must thank you for your kindness.” He spoke while she was starting to clean the dishes, “But I must go now.”

She turned quickly, dropping the crockery on the table and wiping her hands with a small cloth. Her eyes seemed to be confused.

“What? You’re leaving so soon?”

“If I leave now I will arrive in Pentos in no time.”

“But- but it’s dark, and Sunfyre is sleeping, I-” She sighed, “I thought you were staying for the night. You should stay.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” He said, “I’ll find some lodging over there, don’t worry.”

“But they’ll make you pay.”

“Well, I’ll have to pay either way if I want to live there.” He deducted with an obvious tone.

“Please, stay the night.” She asked him, “I can make you some good food in the morning so you will have energy to travel… I can steal another sheep for Sunfyre too!”

“But where would I sleep?”

“In the bed!” She pointed at the small bed in the corner of the house. “It’s not so big but it is quite comfortable.”

“Did you steal your neighbor’s sheep to make the cushions?” He joked, and she smiled.

“How did you know?” She asked, genuinely surprised.

“I- I didn’t-” Aegon was taken aback by her answer, and he shook his head. “There’s only one bed.”

“I can sleep on the floor.”

“But you would be uncomfortable.” He surprised himself by his genuine concern.

“But you wouldn’t.” She insisted. “You can leave with Sunfyre on the morrow. He is sleeping now, look at him!”

She pointed through the window and Aegon saw outside, moving the curtain to have a better view. His dragon was sleeping soundly and he sighed, knowing that he would not wake up even if he screamed in his ear. Sunfyre has the same sleep as his owner, which was quite prejudicial in this kind of situation.

He had no other choice but to stay.

The bed was so comfortable that it made him feel as if he was laying on clouds, the mattress would shape his body perfectly and the pillows were so soft and it smelled good. It was way better than his own bed on the Red Keep, and he knew as soon as he put his body on top of the mattress that it would be the best sleep he would ever have.

The next morning Aegon woke up and felt better than ever. That was probably the best sleep he had ever had in his twenty years of life. He looked around the house now in the daylight, and everything seemed even more cozy than before. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the girl beside the bed still sleeping soundly; he could see a small trace of drool coming from the corner of her mouth.

He stood up and started pacing around the tiny house. He grabbed a carrot from the bag of vegetables and fruits she had brought the prior night and looked through the window to check on Sunfyre. That's when his problems started again.

"No, no, no, no!" He muttered while opening the door in quick and nervous moves. "Fuck! Fuck!"

He got out of the house and started to look around, his dragon was nowhere to be found.

"YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!" He yelled at the skies, throwing the carrot in his hand away and moving desperate around the green fields. "Fuck!"

"Aegon?"

The sleepy girl stood on the door frame, looking at him worryingly. Her eyes were narrowed due to the light of the day, her hair was messy and she walked outside the house barefooted.

"What happened?"

"He fucking left me!" He snapped. "How could he?"

"Who?"

"Sunfyre!" He spoke with an obvious tone, "Don't you see how a large dragon is not in your front yard anymore?"

"I can see that, yes." She nodded calmly, "But perhaps he will come back later, perhaps he got hungry again and went to find something to eat."

"Perhaps that traitor left me!" He said in despair, "How am I supposed to fly to Pentos now? My family will find me here!" He walked closer to her, "I don't even know where I am!"

"You are in the Summer Islands." She replied, "In the south of Dorne."

"South of Dorne?" He asked scandalized, "What the fuck am I doing in the South of Dorne?!"

"I don't think I could answer that."

"I was supposed to be flying to the east! Why am I here?"

"Do you want some tea?" She kindly offered.

Aegon looked at her as if she was insane, has she not heard what he just said?

“I don’t want tea.” He scoffed, “I want my fucking dragon back!”

“You yell too much.” She pointed out, “Perhaps that’s why your dragon left you.” Aegon frowned, offended. “I’ll be inside making food in case you need anything.”

Aegon covered his face with both of his hands and screamed out of rage. He pulled the grass under his feet and started throwing rocks with his hands. He looked like a small child throwing a tantrum. He was too stressed, even a couple of desperate tears came out of his eyes. He was lost in a place he did not even know, without his dragon and with the company of a girl who is partially scary. He started to regret every life decision that had brought him to that place.

Minutes after, when all of his rage started to dissolve from his body, he got into the house again. The girl has already made some food and she had put it on the table for him to eat, Aegon felt the delicious smell reaching his nose and he almost drool for it. It smelled better than anything he had ever smelled before. Then, he thought that, perhaps, staying there until Sunfyre gets back would not be a bad idea at all.

“I’m mad at you.” She said as soon as Aegon crossed the door. He tensed immediately, thinking she would kick him out.

“Why?”

“You ripped my grass.” She sat on the chair and started to eat. “Do you know how long it took me to make it grow?”

For the first time he saw her frowning, and it was not as if he had known her for her entire life, but seeing her making any other expression besides smiling felt wrong. Almost unnatural, actually.

“I’m sorry…” He muttered shyly, sitting in the chair in front of her. “I was a bit mad.”

“A bit?” She asked teasingly. “You yelled at a bird.”

“Why do you always catch me doing foolish things?”

“Why are you always doing foolish things?” She asked back.

“Apparently because I’m a fool.” He started to eat and he immediately hummed pleasantly with the taste. He almost rolled his eyes back. “Look, I’m going to help you fix your grass.”

“How?”

“Well, I can’t go anywhere without my dragon so I guess I will not have any other choice than to stay here until he decides it’s time to come back.” He shrugged, “If you allow me to, of course.”

Aegon saw how she tried so hard to suppress her smile until she finally let it take over her face. She nodded excitedly; she would finally have some company. She would finally not be alone.

“Of course I allow you!” She said with a giant smile, “Besides, I feel this is partly my fault.”

“How so?”

“Well, if I hadn’t insisted on you staying for the night, you would’ve been in Pentos by now.”

“What is done, is done.” He said, “At least I’m eating delicious food.”

She blushed a little and Aegon smiled; that is how it all started.

The first days were not much fun. Aegon had a hard time trying to entertain himself as the girl did not have any type of liquor; the closest thing to that was vinegar, and he could not stand the smell of it. There were not any other women around either, not other animals or anything besides her, her small cottage and the big woods that were behind her home.

So, as a result, he was forced to have conversations with her. At first, he was trying so hard not to get annoyed by her multiple questions, but then he got used to them and instead of being bothered by them, he started to get really comfortable answering them. He would like the fact that she was always genuinely interested in whatever he had to say, and he would also like the fact that he could speak with her for hours without feeling as if he was a nuisance.

Four days were spent like that, until she asked him for some help with her tasks. One morning they woke up and the sky was gray, covered in raging clouds that were warning about a big storm coming.

“Oh, no.” She had said to him, looking at the clouds with worry in her eyes. Aegon turned to her, looking at her frown. “There’s a hole on the ceiling, and I couldn’t fix it the last time it rained. It was a disaster!”

“I can help you with that.” Aegon offered.

“Can you?” She excitedly said.

Aegon nodded with a slight smile, while on the inside, he was dying from the nerves since he had absolutely no idea on how to fix a hole in the ceiling, he just offered himself out of courtesy and because he wanted to be a good guess for her.

He was completely oblivious with everything, he did not know how to use the tools, and he was too embarrassed to ask so he just improvised everything trying to make it work. But it did not.

When the storm came, the girl had to put vases around the house to prevent the floor from getting wet thanks to the leaks. Even the bed got wet, so that night Aegon had to sleep on the floor, on the other side of the bed. She did not get mad at him for not fixing the problem, instead, she just laughed it off and told him it was alright, that they could fix it in another time.

Aegon felt some inner joy when she said that, for he knew she was thinking of him staying longer; he did not dislike the idea.

A week and a half has passed already. Sunfyre was nowhere to be seen, but Aegon did not mind about it anymore, he felt too comfortable already with her company. Besides, they had just started his cooking lessons.

The girl has offered it to him as a joke, and when Aegon accepted she was as surprised as him. It was not common that a man would want to learn those kinds of things. In return, he would teach her about dragons, and she was so fascinated with the idea that as soon as they sealed the deal, she grabbed her vegetables and started to teach him.

Aegon’s fingers soon were full of tiny cuts, cuts that she would clean and bind up. Chopping vegetables with a knife seemed like a more dangerous activity than using a sword.

When he finally made supper all by himself, he felt so proud that he could not stop smiling. He had prepared the meal while the girl was out searching for fresh vegetables and fruit. It was a surprise; he wanted to make something nice for her. So when she arrived at the house, she saw two small bowls filled with soup.

“Aegon, did you cook all this by yourself?” She had asked him, surprised but also impressed.

“I did.” He answered proudly, while she was sitting on the chair. “I hope it tastes good, I didn’t try it before pouring it in the bowls.”

She smiled softly, a smile that quickly trembled thanks to the flavor of the soup. It was not bad, it just had a strong taste that she could not recognize. She tried so hard to keep a smile on her face because she would rather rip her heart from her chest than to make him feel bad about something, especially when he really strove to make it. She just nodded and hummed, while she kept drinking the soup.

But soon Aegon tried it too, and she spit the soup back on the bowl as soon as it touched his tongue. His disgusted face was too cute for her to ignore, she found herself staring at him more than she should while he was overreacting by drinking large sips of water in order to forget the taste.

“Oh Gods, this is so fucking disgusting.” He muttered, “Stop drinking that.” He had said to her, trying to grab her bowl to toss it, but she took it away from him first. “Don’t drink that, it's disgusting.”

“What are you saying? This is delicious!” She tried to cheer him up. She took a big sip of the soup afterwards, trying so hard not to show a bad face.

“Don’t lie, y/n.” He told her, embarrassed. “Stop drinking it!”

But she drank it all. Aegon was surprised to see the empty bowl, and it was impossible for him not to smile softly at her. She had drunk his disgusting soup only to avoid making him feel bad. That’s when the tickles started.

Another week passed, and Aegon found himself running with a sheep on his shoulders and y/n laughing hysterically by his side, while an old man was following them with a flail. He did not know how he put himself in that situation, but he was enjoying it. Hearing her laughter was enough to make him feel some joy he had never experienced before, it made him feel whole.

When they entered the tiny house, the grumpy neighbor was long forgotten. Aegon dropped the sheep on the floor and sat, trying to catch his breath while the girl was offering him a glass of cold water, which he gladly accepted.

“How do you do that?” He asked breathlessly. She only shrugged and chuckled.

“I guess I’m used to it.” She sat in front of him, “Aegon, the Sheepstealer. It sounds good, does it not?”

Aegon smiled, “It does.”

He killed the sheep, and made a much better meal with it. The practice has made him good, great even. Now he knew he did not need to put too much nutmeg on the food, a pinch was enough.

“I’ve never eaten sheep before.” The girl confessed after finishing her plate. “It’s quite delicious.”

“Why?”

“It’s just that I don’t have the heart to kill them.” She replied, “They look at me with those tiny little eyes, and it is impossible for me to do something to them.”

“What do you do with the sheep you stole?” He asked confused.

“I return them.” She explained, “I cut the wool with my scissors and then I took them back to my neighbor’s herd.” She looked at the plate with a sad haze, “Although this one won’t be coming back any time soon.”

“Wait, you have scissors?” He asked, and she nodded.

Soon, Aegon was sitting on the same chair as before but this time he saw how his platinum hair strands were falling onto his lap. He had asked her to cut his hair after thinking it was getting too long. Her hands brushing his head was a kind of pleasure that he never thought he would experience, it felt so good that he would start humming without even realizing.

His eyes would close and his whole body would relax under her touch. It felt too good that Aegon even thought he was dreaming.

Of course the haircut was a mess, she had never done anything like that before; at least not with humans. But when Aegon saw his hair reflected on a small mirror that was hanging from the wall, he just praised her for her good job, although they both knew it was hideous. He just did not have the heart to tell her that.

The day passed after that and with each day they would get closer and closer. Until one night, when Aegon would not find peace to sleep, for he was starting to feel guilty. Lately at night, he had found himself staring at the girl while she slept on the floor next to the bed, all curled up and hugging the blanket that would cover her from the coldness of the evening. Aegon felt something inside of him that was screaming he was in the wrong for letting her sleep in such a way for too long.

Even though she was peacefully sleeping already, he knew she deserved to be as comfortable as him. After everything she had done for him, he felt the need to give her something back. So he started to wake her up.

“Hey, y/n. Wake up!” He started to shake her body a bit too harshly. “Y/n, wake up!”

The poor girl jumped and woke up scared, looking around, confused and overwhelmed. “What happened?” She said. Her raspy voice made him feel some kind of tinkle in his gut. “My neighbor is here?”

“Hey, y/n.” He whispered, “It’s okay, he’s- he’s not here.”

“What is it then?” She rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Do you need more cushions?”

“No, I’m okay it’s just… uh, I was thinking if you would like to sleep here in the bed.” He offered, surprisingly shy. “I think it could be more comfortable for you.”

“And where would you sleep?”

“We can sleep together if that’s not a problem for you.”

She smiled, pleased. “Look at us.” She said chuckling, “A few weeks ago you wouldn’t tell me about where you were going because I was a stranger and now you are offering me to sleep with you!” She spoke excitedly, “On the morrow we will wake up as best friends!”

Aegon only nodded softly, still wondering about what made her so unique. So special.

She stood up and quickly got under the soft blankets, cuddling with a pillow. Aegon was staring at the ceiling, moving his fingers nervously after feeling her body so close to him. He regretted having his shirt removed as he was scared that his body would react on its own, he was scared of what she might think if he got aroused by her. He did not even know why he was so concerned about it, perhaps it was the very first time that he actually cared of what others would think of him. Of what she might think of him.

To avoid the shame of it, he turned around giving her his back. He then sighed and closed his eyes, preparing himself to sleep now out of guilt, but her voice sounded once again.

“Aegon?” She whispered. Her breath hit his back, causing him a shiver that was quite worrying.

“Yes?” His voice sounded more raspy than usual.

“I know this is ‘best friend’ level, and we aren’t there yet,” Aegon frowned and looked at her over his shoulder. “But I was wondering if I could hug you.”

He was taken aback by her sudden request. He was so shocked that he felt as if she was playing a joke on him. No one has ever asked him to hug him before, less when in bed.

“You want- You want to hug me?”

“Yes…” She nodded, a small smile crossed her lips. “Like this.”

She moved a bit behind him and then he felt her arm going under his and surrounding his naked torso. Aegon felt oddly calm once he sensed her warmth around him. She laid her head on top of the crook of his neck and sighed.

A now-familiar sensation took over his body, making his face feel hotter and his heart beat faster. He did not know why his body started to react in such a way all of the sudden, but it did not feel bad.

“How does it feel?” She asked. “I can move if you are not comfortable-”

“No!” He quickly said, a bit louder than he expected. “It feels nice.”

She smiled, relieved.

“Good night then, Aegon.” She said softly.

“Good night, y/n.”

Aegon fell asleep with a smile on his face for the first time in his life.

The next day, everything went as usual, although he could not take his eyes out of her. With every touch, every word, and every smile he would feel something jumping inside his chest, and he would get clumsy all of the sudden. Even a little shy, when he had no record of being shy before meeting her.

And then, she had the marvelous idea of having lunch outside. Aegon was not a big fan, but he accepted because she wanted to do it; he could not bring himself to say no to her.

He followed her through the woods until they reached a beautiful lagoon in the middle of the trees, the water was turquoise, and you could see the bottom of it because it was so clear. It was a gorgeous place, probably one of the most beautiful places he had ever been.

The meal was cooked by Aegon, who had been constantly improving on his culinary skills. They sat on a cozy blanket —made by her with the wool of his neighbor’s sheep, of course— and they put all the biscuits, pastries, and bread on top of it. She had made orange juice too, which Aegon loved.

“Where do you think Sunfyre is right now?” She asked after a moment of silence.

Aegon shrugged, “I don’t care about that traitor anymore.” He spoke with his mouth full after eating a small lemon cake in just one bite.

“Will you leave after he comes back?” Her voice sounded quite unsure, perhaps because she did not want to hear an answer.

Aegon was taken aback with the question, not sure of what to answer. He has not even thought about his departure yet, seeing it so far and unlikely; he did not wish to leave this place, nor her.

“I don’t know.” He said softly, “I feel rather comfortable in your bed.” He joked, and she chuckled. “You’re an amazing hugger. If I leave now, I’m going to miss you at night.”

He said those words as if he was joking, but he knew deep inside of him that he was only speaking the truth.

“Hugger?” She asked confused.

“Your hugs,” He explained, “They’re incredible.”

“Well, thank you very much.” She blushed, and she tried to hide his face from him. Aegon looked at her mesmerized.

Once he woke up from his trance, he realized he had been staring at her for too long, and even when she did not seem to mind, he felt some embarrassment in his action. So he tried to take her attention to something else. Something that was not him and his rosy cheeks.

“Is the water good for a swim?” He asked, the girl nodded excitedly, “Shall we swim?”

The girl stood up immediately, and soon she started to get rid of her dress. Aegon’s eyes widened with panic as he had not considered that important detail; she would wet her dress to swim, so she was getting naked.

She did it without any shame of her body, and he knew it was because she did not find anything sinful in nudity, but Aegon did, and he got scared; mostly because he was scared of his own body, on how it would react by having her so close to him with nothing on. But when she finally got rid of her clothing, and his eyes found her, he felt his heart stop for a second.

He was waiting for his body to react differently, to have some reaction towards her naked body as he usually did; he expected to feel some tickle on his gut as a sign of lust, but it was nothing like it. Aegon saw her as if she had put a spell on him, his eyes could not stop staring at her curves, her bare skin, her hair being blown with the air. It was a bewitching scene that made Aegon’s whole body go numb. He even felt his eyes getting a bit watery, for they were glistening for the sight. And when she turned to face him and smiled so softly at him, he knew. He felt it.

Oh, no, Aegon thought, I’m falling in love.

Of course she invited him to join in, and he did. The butterflies on his stomach were getting more notorious with every step he took. Soon, he found himself playing with her, throwing water and laughing as a little child. It did not matter anymore that they were naked, he did not feel the need to make it into something lustful. He just enjoyed the moment with her, for he has never felt this way before; so filled with joy and genuinely happy.

He even wished for Sunfyre to never come back so he would never have an excuse to leave. But he had never been the possessor of such good luck.

The next morning a roar woke them up, they were sleeping cuddling each other and they both sat on the bed exalted for the sudden noise. Aegon was the first one standing up, grabbing his sword and coming out of the house. Soon, y/n followed him, positioning herself behind him. The girl stopped in awe, looking at the giant dragon in front of her with wonder.

“Fuck.” Aegon mumbled, loud enough to wake the girl out of her trance and looking at the man walking towards them.

“Who’s that?” She asked curiously.

Aegon sighed,

“My brother.” He replied reluctantly.

“He is handsome.” She said.

Aegon frowned, looking at her with a disgusted look on his face. “No, he’s not.”

As the man was getting closer, Aegon positioned himself in front of the girl, as if he was trying to protect her from him. Aemond stood in front of both of them, he looked serious and intimidating. The girl had to look up to him because he was at least one head taller than her.

“So this is where you were hiding.” He said when he was close enough for them to hear him. “It’s nice.”

“Thank you!” The girl rushed to respond.

“Who is this beautiful lady?” Aemond asked, the girl blushed with the compliment.

Aegon’s jaw clenched. “It is not of your interest.”

“I’m y/n.” She cheerfully said.

“Such a pleasure to meet you, Lady y/n.” He grabbed her hand and left a soft kiss in it. The girl giggled, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh, I'm no Lady.” She shyly smiled, “You have a beautiful dragon.”

“Thank you, love.” He smirked slightly.

“How did you find me?” Aegon asked, clearly annoyed.

“Sunfyre was seen flying around Dorne a few days ago,” He explained, “I found him and he guided me here.”

Aegon looked beside Vhagar and his dragon was laying there, chewing what seemed to be a calcined animal. Once again, he cursed the Gods by how inconvenient his arrival was.

“And what do you want?”

“Father is dead.” He said suddenly.

“What?” He muttered incredulously.

“Mother sent me to look for you.” Aemond explained.

“But- I don’t want to leave.”

“You must.” The younger one spoke firmly, “You will be crowned as King on the morrow.”

“King?” The soft voice of the girl was heard.

Aemond saw her with a lifted eyebrow, a bit surprised about her reaction until he finally put the strings together.

“She doesn't know, does she?”

“Know what, Aegon?” She asked him.

Aegon went silent, and he begged his brother with his eyes to not say anything, to keep it as a secret. But Aemond did not granted him with that, instead he looked at the girl with curious eyes and explained,

“Aegon is Prince of the Seven Kingdoms.” His voice sounded softly, as he was not trying to hurt her. “He is the heir of the Throne in Westeros.”

The girl frowned, and Aegon looked down at the green grass being unable to see her face after the truth was out. She took a step forward and touched his shoulder with care, only then Aegon was strong enough to look at her eyes; she was not mad or hurt, she just seemed confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I never saw the right time, I- I’m sorry, y/n.”

She excused herself and got into her home. Aegon covered his face with his hands, frustrated and mad at his brother, furious actually. He wanted to punch him in the face, but he knew that if he did it he would get into a fight that he would not win.

“You have been living in her home for a month and you never tell her about who you are?”

“It didn’t seem relevant!” He yelled, stressed, “Fuck!”

“Aegon, I must take you to mother and-”

“Shut up.” He interrupted him before starting to walk inside the house.

The girl was standing in the kitchen, cutting some oranges in half to then squeeze them and make orange juice. Aegon cleared his throat to make himself seen, and she turned to look at him. Her eyes were a bit teary and Aegon’s heart nearly broke.

“Can we talk?”

“You are a Prince.” She affirmed, and he nodded. “Is that why you were escaping from your family? Because you don’t want to be king?”

“I’ve never wanted it.” He confessed, “I’m not made to rule. I couldn’t even command my dragon when he brought me here.” He joked, and that made her smile. “I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you.”

“I understand why you did it.” A couple unexpected tears fell down her cheeks and she quickly brushed them off to laugh afterwards, “I don’t even know why I am crying-”

“It’s okay,” He said softly, and he cupped her face with his hands. A delicate touch that made her legs shiver. “I’m going to tell him to leave.” She frowned, “I’m going to stay here with you. And we can- we can be happy together, right?”

Her haze softened, Aegon looked at her lips and the sudden urge to kiss her invaded his whole body. Soon his thoughts were interrupted by her sweet voice,

“But you have to leave.” She whispered, “You have a family, you belong with them.”

“You are my family now, y/n. I belong here, with you!” He sighed.

“You need to leave…” She repeated, “Your brother, he is quite intimidating, I can’t fight with him over you.”

Aegon giggled.

“He would win without a doubt.” He added.

“I know. I would just embarrass myself.”

They both laughed lightly, with tears in their eyes. Trying so hard to ignore the pain on their chest.

“Listen-”

“No, you listen.” She interrupted him, “I think- I think it is better that you go with your brother- what’s his name?”

“Aemond.” She chuckled, “What?”

“Sounds like ‘almond’.”

Aegon smiled, “Yes, it does.”

She cleared her throat and wiped one rebel tear that left her eyes, she put her hands on top of his and sighed.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Aegon.” He frowned, “I don’t think I’ll ever forget you.”

“I don’t want to leave you alone.” He confessed.

“I won’t be alone… I can try and be friends with my neighbor.”

“Come with me.” He begged.

“Aegon, I can’t. I don’t belong there… but you do.”

“I’ll miss you terribly.” His voice sounded weak.

“You can come and visit whenever you want.” She tried to cheer him up.

“It won’t be enough.”

“We’ll make it enough.”

He hugged her tightly, burying his head on the crook of her neck trying to carve her scent in his memories, trying to force his body to remember her warmth around him for eternity. Her hands reached his hair and stroked it softly before leaning back.

“Oh! Before you go.” She quickly went to her bed and picked up one of her cushions, she then lent it to Aegon who received it with a smile. “So you can remember me.”

“Bold of you to assume I would ever forget you.”

The presence of Aemond interrupted their moment and the older brother rolled his eyes.

“We must leave now, brother.” Aemond said.

“You must leave now, brother.” She said in a whisper, imitating Aemond’s serious voice and making Aegon laugh loudly.

“Don’t let him hear you.” He warned her, “He would hate you if you mock him, he’s quite serious.”

She only nodded, trying to repress a smile while Aegon’s eyes scanned all of her face, trying to memorize every single part of it. He did not know when he would see you again.

“Y/n…” He called her.

“Yes?”

He took a deep breath, “I- I love-” He stopped himself before he could finish, and then he suddenly changed his words. “I really loved your house.”

Her smile trembled, a bit disappointed. “You can come back whenever you want. My door will alway be open for you.”

“Aegon!” Aemond insisted.

“Go now.” She said, “We’ll meet again, I promise.”

Aeon nodded, and after looking at her a little longer, he left a quick kiss on her forehead. Then, he left the house.

She saw from her door frame how Aegon started yelling at his dragon; she could only smile with tenderness after seeing him being mad at him again. She saw him riding his dragon and flying away.

The girl closed her door and layed in bed putting his nose against the pillows. They still smelled like him.

Two days later, she was in the kitchen preparing something for supper. It was late at night, she could hear the sound of the crickets outside, everything was so quiet and peaceful. Until a growl was heard in her front yard.

She left the knife and the celery aside in order to open her door and look outside; a huge smile on her face and butterflies in her stomach appeared when she saw the golden dragon outside her house. It was Aegon.

He got out of his saddle and quickly reached the grass. He walked fast towards the girl who was just too excited to see him.

“Aegon, you’re back so soon?”

He did not answer her, instead, he pressed his lips against hers. She gladly followed the kiss, bringing her hands to his soft hair. Aegon held her close by grabbing her waist and pulling her onto his body. The kiss was soft, slow, filled with tenderness and love; Aegon sighed in between, feeling in heaven with just the touch of her lips.

When he leaned back, his eyes were glistening, his breathing was fastened, and his heart was jumping inside his chest out of excitement. The girl in front of him laughed, and Aegon closed his eyes; two days were enough for him to crave for that sweet laughter.

“I love you, y/n.” He confessed, making her melt. “I left everything behind, so you better get used to my presence because I’m not leaving you any time soon.”

“What about the throne?” She asked, a bit overwhelmed with all the situation.

“I made a convenient deal with Aemond.” He explained. “He only accepted it because he liked you.”

She smiled, “I love you too, Aegon.”

He kissed her again, this time it was more passionately, but still had those sweet touches of tenderness that he loved so dearly. Her lips were soft, so perfect and made for him. Being there with her, kissing her and touching her body felt just right. As if it has always meant to be.

The girl leaned back and looked at him with a subtle smile, “We’ll need to steal a sheep.”

Aegon chuckled, “What for?”

“We will need a bigger bed.”

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Hi, Jules! I really really LOVE your Capulet series! I was wondering if you could do a little imagine regarding the reader's identity as a Saviour, and the Alexandrian people being against it. Carl being Carl comforts the said reader.

Sidenote, words of affirmation>the rest of the love languages

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader, short and sweet, Carl is a cutie, reader is Negan’s daughter.

summary: When it seems everyone is against you, your boyfriend Carl is there to help.

YESSS thank you i hope to be everyone’s #1 writer for saviour reader because i LOOVVE this concept

It had been a rough week.

This whole war-thing was getting a little tiring. Of course, you loved the Saviours, and were grateful to be trusted with responsibility over the group. But some days, it got a little much, until everything started bubbling up and suddenly you’d do something stupid.

Today, that stupid had come in the form of an argument with Dwight. Both of you were stubborn, so it just built and built, until you snapped. You’d threatened him, directly, with the iron once more. It had worked, at the time, but you copped quite the scolding from your father, Negan, about empty threats.

Lack of follow-up made people perceive you as weak, therefore you couldn’t just hand out threats without any intention, no matter how irritating the argument. It wasn’t worth loosing the respect of your followers.

Which, you understood, of course. But then again, you were just a teenager. Sometimes teenagers were stupid, and had a tendency to run their mouths. Yet, you couldn’t be granted this privilege. No, you had to be a good leader, always. There wasn’t any room for errors.

It all came crumbling down in Alexandria, where you’d accompanied a small handful of Saviours to get a specific list of supplies.

Recently, Negan had acquired a new wife, which you chose not to comment on. After all, you didn’t necessarily agree with the tactic, and still held a soft-spot for Lucille. Therefore, you said nothing.

But, you were in need of some new furniture. Half of the supplies had already been acquired from Hilltop, and now you led the team to collect whatever was left from Alexandria.

Your temper was still simmering, quickly becoming exasperated with the slightly snide remarks from those you had to talk to. As usual, they let you through the gates, no longer protesting when you came to retrieve supplies.

But you still knew how much everyone resented you. It was obvious in the way they suddenly became cautious, or, began whispering once more the second you walked past. It was all just getting a bit much.

Thankfully, your boyfriend was like a breath of fresh air.

Figuring the Saviours could handle themselves, you retreated further through the town to find Carl, who was currently watching Judith. The toddler in question laid across a plaid picnic blanket in the grass, messily colouring with some crayons. It made you smile.

As usual, you were quick to sink into Carl’s arms, pleased with the way they fit around you perfectly. “Hey, baby.” He’d mumble into your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of somebody he loved.

“Rough day?” He would ask, immediately, sensing that something was off simply by the prolonged hug. You’d simply nod, head pressed against the bare skin of his neck, needing the contact to last a little longer in order to forget about everything.

A small moment of peace came easily, for you settled down next to Judith, watching her colour. Carl rested against your side, an arm still draped over you, similarly enjoying the moment you shared with his sister.

It was touching, knowing that despite everything, despite who you were, you held respect and admiration for his family. The people important to him. Maybe it was a soft spot, children, or maybe you just genuinely wished to indulge in this part of Carl’s life.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last too long.

Moments later, and Rick had returned, a watchful eye immediately cast on you three.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” He asked, suspicion laced in his tone. “Like, making sure your men don’t overstay their welcome? I expect them gone. Soon.”

Because that’s what you are. A leader, an extension of your father. You have a responsibility here.

“Yeah, yeah.. I’ll get onto it.” You agree, brows furrowed in an unconscious look of discontent. After all, God forbid you have a moment of relaxation.

To add salt to the wound, Rick decides to take Judith, too. The girl quietly fussed over leaving the crayons behind, but otherwise goes without too much complaint. Leaving behind you, and Carl. Oh, and a sour taste in your mouth.

You must have been visibly glaring, as within seconds, Carl’s touch has returned. His hand gently runs down the expanse of your back, fingertips lightly scratching over the material of your shirt.

“He’ll come around. I’ll make sure.” Carl claims, a certain amount of certainty in his voice. The declaration catches your attention, looking back at your boyfriend with furrowed brows.

You sigh, “I can hardly imagine Rick warming up to me.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he gets to treat you like—“

“Like a criminal?” You cut him off, giving Carl a pointed look, one that conveys how this whole situation has made you feel. It’s enough that being a Saviour is so demanding, but now you’re not even permitted the slightest amount of downtime.

Carl leans down, peppering your shoulder with little kisses. Its so, so sweet, how he’s trying to make you feel better. “Maybe. But I love you, so he’ll realise that eventually, you aren’t going anywhere.”

The sentiment causes you to finally smile, tilting your head to look at Carl. “You love me?”

“Of course,” He confirms, arms wrapped snugly around your waist, nose still nudging at the skin of your neck, “What’s not to love?”

Just like that, nothing else matters. You’re more than happy right there, cuddling up with Carl, laying in the sun. The Saviours are left to their own devices, some of them making the trip back home early, as you spend the rest of the afternoon letting your boyfriend tell you everything that he loves about you.

#carl grimes x reader #the walking dead x reader #carl grimes #twd x reader #twd x you #carl grimes x you #the walking dead

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riseofamoonycake · 1 year

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Hello! :3

Can i request ror poseidon x reader? Imagine that hades has a childhood friend and he just introduce her to his brothers including poseidon. That is the moment when poseidon fell in love with her (i guess thathades and zeus gonna try to make fun of poseidon😂)

I hope you have a nice day^^

Here we areee! Thank you for the request, hope you like it! Have a nice day!

Solstice

🌊Pairing: Poseidon x Summer goddess!reader

🌊Warnings: none

🌊

«And why should I bother coming to a party given by Zeus?»

«We won’t force you to stay for the entire event, but your presence would be greatly appreciated. I think you may have some satisfaction in the end.»

Only fifteen minutes have passed since the beginning of the great evening, and inside himself Poseidon has already huffed fifteen times.

Seated beside the throne of Zeus, whether or not that place had been prepared for someone else, his legs loosely crossed and one hand supporting his head, his bored gaze roams the great chamber without settling on anything or anyone and no glimmer of life furrows his perfect face; every now and then a loud voice, one or the other of the many chasing each other in the crowded room, annoys his ears and he chases it away with an imperceptible shake of the head, while prefers to ignore the irritating laughter of Zeus.

A whirlwind of colorful clothes, shy smiles, graceful and delicate figures revolves around him trying to attract his attention even if only for a moment, but keeping at a safe distance: the Tyrant of the Seas attracts and intimidates, and also the bravest goddesses think twice before attempting a more incisive approach. Neither the eyes nor the god’s mind, however, notice these beauties, they are so far from him as to seem vague ideas: incoherent, almost non-existent, unimportant and even irritating in their persistence, so much so that at a certain point Poseidon closes his eyelids and on his face descends a harder expression, a silent warning that sounds like a threat. He shouldn’t be there, he wouldn’t want to be there, among gods and creatures that can’t even compete with his breath or attract his interest in any way; listening to Hade’s words was a mistake, even if something ― perhaps the tone, or the eyes that suddenly brightened up ― pushed him to think differently and attracted him into that weak trap. It, however, won’t last much longer.

«At least you listened to me. I appreciate it.»

Zeus Enalios stretches his mouth in a grimace, without opening his eyes, to then settle down better on the throne. «An extremely fine company… even if you seem more out of place than I do here.»

Hades waits a moment to reply; Poseidon hears him sigh slightly, almost as if he were tense or anxiously waiting for something, but before he can even try to ask himself a question, he perceives that the other is about to speak: «You know our brother, we don’t have to underline anything. And… honestly speaking, there was someone else besides you whom I waited with special longing. She never fails to deliver on her promises, yet she’s not here.»

The God of the Seas does not make a movement, as if waiting for a continuation; that perhaps it would come, but suddenly Hades’ attention is diverted from him.

Someone has approached him and is talking softly about something that no one else should know, or that concerns him personally; the quick and firm response that leaves his lips seems to lead back to the second option, and after a few seconds your high-pitched voice is heard above the others, preceded by a quick slamming of small heels on the floor and even before that by your cheerful and explosive laugh, which rumbles under the high arches of the chamber and stops the party in progress for an instant.

«Haaaadeeees~! I’ve finally arrived! Sorry sorry sorry, I did everything possible to free myself quickly but the meeting never wanted to end!»

Snorting for the sixteenth time, but as always within himself, Poseidon turns his head slightly to one side and frowns as he feels a gust of perfumed wind ― jasmine, lavender, and a hint of peaches ― come to him, then he hears the distinct sound of one body literally throwing itself against another, and Hades cackles gently beside him. So, the she who he was waiting for is now here…

«You are gorgeous as always, Y/N. These halls awaited your smile as much as I did.»

«Listen listen, my dear old friend, how sentimental he is getting! How I missed you, why do we always have to wait so many centuries before we meet again?»

«We missed you too, dear Y/N. Eheh, you get more beautiful with each passing season. What’s your secret?»

Zeus’s voice joins Hades’ and yours, but neither of you resents the intrusion; on the contrary, you laugh openly but respectfully, then you reply: «Here, here… if I told you, Great King, it wouldn’t be such, and I would no longer have anything to count on. But you can try to guess, if you wish!»

Annoying. Poseidon snaps his eyes open but doesn’t look at you, staring at an indefinite point: even if he doesn’t know you, his mood prevents him from taking you into consideration, especially with that tone of voice you possess. Even when Hades brushes his shoulder to get his attention, his gaze stays away from your figure.

«Actually, I’m not too surprised to find out that the great Zeus already knows my dear childhood friend, but I don’t think it’s a problem to introduce you again, do you think, Y/N? And considering that Poseidon is here with us too… so, dear brothers, she is the greatest friend I have ever had the good fortune to meet: Y/N, the Lady of the Summer.

Y/N, my brothers: Zeus, King of Gods, and Poseidon, King of the Seas.»

Zeus lets out a long whistle of admiration, then claps so much that you elicit an embarrassed laugh; Poseidon, on the other hand, finally gives you a quick glance, then returns to staring into space.

… Soon after, however, his eyes turn back to you, and never leave your body.

Beautiful. Only one word contains the sudden thoughts that assail him: because, except for your chaotic apparition, this is what you appear.

You have a dazzling beauty: your hair, languidly gathered over one shoulder, shines like a starry night and winds along your arm like a cascade of silk, barely touching your wrists and hands with well-groomed fingers, already open as if to embrace and trap. Your skin is smooth, luminous like the solstice sun, and the dress you wear underlines its great softness: you seem to be made of pure metal, of a more precious mineral than diamond, and with your every slightest movement, waves of color slide over it as on the finest jewelry.

Lively and intelligent eyes, with a thousand lights inside them, observe the god’s face while the mouth is open in a gentle smile, which hides promises and seeks just as many; and your chest… what creature wouldn’t want to be embraced by you, hug your quivering breast and lean against your proud belly, never to leave it again? And your perfume, gradually more intense…

The force of summer pulsates in your body, which emanates warmth and vitality, and resounds in the place like a siren song: who could ever escape you if not at the price of great pain? Who would ever put up with your distance?

…And how did Hades keep a creature like you, his childhood friend, under wraps all this time?

The silent question of Poseidon is echoed by the same one, but pronounced aloud, of Zeus; and you give a lovely smile to both of them, with traces of a grin inside it. «The fault lies entirely in my reluctance, and also in my rudeness: at that time I was only interested in the company of Hades… even if, now that I’ve seen you, I’m afraid I’ve made a big mistake.»

Your voice becomes slightly lower, and even if it is only for a moment, the Tyrant of the Seas doesn’t miss the feline look, full of interest and appreciation, that you give him. He doesn’t change his expression even at this juncture; however, he can’t help but notice how dry his throat is and he’s struggling to swallow. What did you do to him? What spell did you cast in the air?

Breaking the brief silence following your last words, Zeus bursts into guffaws. «Do not be afraid my dear, everything can be forgiven for you: if you then accept a dance with me, I will pretend that I have not heard anything.»

You dilate your pupils and clasp your hands under your chin, an excited expression on your face and a myriad of stars in your eyes. «A dance? Of course! I love to dance! Hades, can we? Can we can we? Come with us too!»

Your best friend lets out a short laugh, then nods. «I’d rather wait to join, for now; but if you two want to go, I think the dance floor is just waiting for your energy.»

Both you and Zeus clap your hands in unison, at the height of happiness, then you take a short farewell bow, turn around and start running towards the center of the chamber.

The King of Gods waits a moment longer before following you: first he stares at Poseidon while a sly, wise smile is painted on his face, then he glances at Hades as if to make sure of something, and only then does he turn around and run after you, shouting at you to wait for it.

Poseidon stands motionless looking at you, and almost doesn’t hear Hades’ gentle cough calling him back from his thoughts, nor anything other than your cheerful and sincere laugh, hot as pleasure. What a strange feeling…

«So, how does she look to you? It has been my intention for some time to introduce you to her… I have the impression that you two can become good friends.»

He doesn’t answer: he keeps staring at your figure disappearing and reappearing in the crowd, the lights and shadows of the chamber, and at the smile you throw at him every time you manage to turn around and meet his gaze.

Only twenty minutes have passed since the beginning of the evening; yet, for the God of the Seas, time is slowing down more and more, while the heat is rising, making it difficult to breathe normally.

«If you want to leave, now you are free…», Hades murmurs, craning his neck to observe his brother’s expression, unable to hold back a small grin.

«I will stay», Poseidon replies without adding anything else. All the time he stays there, much more than he had thought, you dominate his thoughts and his attention. The rest of the world ceases to exist and fades away in small waves, but you remain: only you and your joy, and the shadow of the King of the Seas which extends over you with each passing moment, silent and meandering, destined to follow you even after this night.

In truth, everything has only just begun.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #Record of ragnarok Poseidon #ror poseidon #Shuumatsu no valkyrie Poseidon #snv poseidon #poseidon record of ragnarok #poseidon ror

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Room's on Fire: Girl on Fire

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Everyone is together, everything is complete.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

WARNINGS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!!!

Extra warnings for chapter: Pregnancy, breeding kink, violent sex, domestic violence on a man, gunshots, references to murder,, death, torture, all the horrors. The end was disturbing even to me, so read with caution. If you find the end was too much, just ask me what happens and I'll tell you. not super plot important but like it was pointed out, the sex is how we see dynamic shifts. Mentions of mpreg fantesy but no mpreg will happen bc they arent actually god, just insane.

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A/N: Some pov shifts. Madonna, Jonah, Rey, Santi all get POV's.

A.N2: context for song quote, Alicia wrote girl on fire after the birth of her son.

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"She's on top of the world Hottest of the hottest girls say Oh, we got our feet on the ground And we're burning it down Oh, got our head in the clouds And we're not coming down This girl is on fire" ~ Girl On Fire, Alicia Keys

“It’s okay, you’re gonna do great.” Rey assured her, sitting on a table in the dressing room despite a chair being right there. His lanky legs liked to dangle, you noticed, or sometimes perch up in high places. He reminded you of a bird sometimes, lithe and graceful and seemed to float on his feet.

“What if they don’t like me? What if something happens? What if there’s another uprising or someone wants revenge on me because of my dad-”

“The people love you, and they were going to love you even more with this announcement. Jonah’s not going to let anything happen to you, you know that.”

Your face grows warm at the mention of Jonah. He had acted distant with you since the instance of Frankie and you on the horse, and wouldn’t let you see his face when he showed up the next morning with bruises. In fact, you’d hardly seen him at all. Rey was your primary guard, and Will had talked about moving your room to one with an attached room for Reyansh so that he could stay with you at all times. It seemed everyone knew Iris and Rey were an item, or at least they understood Reyansh was not a threat. You had begged Will not to switch around rooms. The reason given was that you liked your room, but really, you were hoping that you’d be moved into a room with one of your husbands. You weren’t visited by the incubus the night they all slept in your room.

Still, Jonah looked out for you. Under your dress right now was his bulletproof vest.

A knock on the door.

“Come in.” Iris called to the door, still working on your hair.

Will entered the room. “Are you ready, Madonna?”

Before you opened your mouth, Iris replied. “You could use her real name, you know.”

Will didn’t look at her, keeping his eyes on you. “Her name is irrelevant, her position is everything.” When he turns and sees Reyansh, Will frowns. “What are you doing in here?”

Iris was quick to answer his unvoiced question. “He only came in after she was dressed.”

He instructs Reyansh to ready the carriage. Once he was out, Will turned to you with a smile. “You look stunning, Madonna.” Your heart swells with love for your handsome husband, dressed in his loose white shirt. In your hair, small white flowers adored you, carefully placed and worked in by Iris’s hands. She was incredible, making your dress too. It was colorful, with a color representing all four of your husbands. Under it, a bulletproof vest. No one in delta outside of guardsmen was allowed guns, but he wanted to be safe.

“Wow…” Will whispers, taking you in. There was just the slightest swell of a bump, you wondered if it was just weight gained from eating more these few months. Will took you into his arms kissing you deeply and feeling your stomach. Iris mumbles close enough as you’re pulled away. He turns back to her only a moment. “Make sure everything is ready when we’re back, please.”

Iris sighs, “It always is, Mr. Miller.”

Jonah cocked his gun. “Same as last time, honey. Anything happens, you come with me. Those guys can handle themself. I get hurt, do not stop for me. Just run. Someone will come find you, you just keep yourself alive, got it?” His brown eyes were on you for the first time in a long time, and you relaxed. Jonah’s eyes always calm you. It’s scary, knowing you were responsible for not just you, but someone else as well. The priestess stood at the balcony to the side, your husbands flanking you. Pope to your right, Francisco to your left, Ben to his left and Will to Popes right. Just as you were married.

“Men! Women! Children of Delta!” She shouts to the crown. “I present your Gods and your Madonna!” The crowd erupts into screams, and your heart fills with love for your people. “And!” A hush falls over the ground, waiting breaths quiet as they wait for the news. “I present to you, THE SAVIOR!”

The sound was deafening, a noise that shocked you and made you stumble back. To your surprise, Pope was behind you. It was a greater surprise when he rucked up your skirt.

Immediately your hands, out of instinct, go to bring the material down but his fingers quickly dig into your skin, warning you to behave. So, you stand there, humiliated, left hand gripping Francisco’s tighter. Pope loved you, he loved you and he’d never do something just to humiliate you! How stupid of you for feeling that way. This child was long prayed for, they and your body belonged to your husbands, belonged to Delta. Pope lifted your dress over the small bump,exposing your underwear to the crown. No one outside of your husband, a few house motherns and prefects had seen you in your underwear, so this was difficult…

But then Pope kissed your neck, and the worries melted away. Will, Francisco and Ben come to you, each placing a hand on your stomach as the priestess shouts, reaffirming that the savior’s parentage was of all four, that each of your husbands fathered this baby. You were called the vessel for their seed.

Then, you were placed on a tour. On a sitting carriage with all 4 of your husbands, you were paraded around to cheering people, the faces of women from your dormitory and even your room recognizable in the crowds. One woman whose bed was next to yours shot you a deadly glare as you passed by. She was mean, frequently detailing her escapades with Ben and throwing your own lack of attention in your face, but who was laughing now? Ben choose her for a short term fuck. You had a greater purpose.

When you reached the mansion again, the gates were crowded with people reaching out for you, and although there was fear as the mass of the crowd grew, there was also power. The savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned lay in your holy womb, you were the bringer of life. YOU were the divine mother.

The gunshot brought you back to reality.

“WILL!” You scream as your husband is shot backwards, stumbling into his brother’s arms who he shoved out of the way of the bullet. Jonah didn’t care about Will, however. He didn’t care about Ben falling at him brothers side under the weight. He didn’t even care about Francisco scrambling to grab at Ben in the chaos, and he certainly didn’t care about Santiago dragging Frankie away.

He cared about, sobbing in his arms desperately trying to get to your fallen love. Jonah wrapped an arm around you and pulled you away into the riotous, scampering crowd. You needed to get away from the shooter.

“NO!” You bawl loudly. Howling that he’s dying, that you need to be with him, but Jonah didn’t give a shit about that prick. He calls to Reyansh, who jumped out of the carriage the second the gun goes off. It was intentional, having Rey at the helm with him; only Rey would care enough about you out of all the guardsmen that Jonah could depend on him. Into the madness, you wouldn’t stop screaming and that rainbow dress of yours was not helping the situation.

“Rey! The tunic!” Jonah had to spin you around to disorient you enough to make you stop fighting in your hysteria, forcing your arms up while Rey slid a long, brown standard tunic over your body, making you blend into the neutral tones on the crown. Jonah clamped down over your mouth and pulled you away as the center of the shooting grew further away, Reynash covering you both. Once at the posting for a guard, Rey held you as Jonah mounted the steed and pulled you up, riding off with you.

You hadn't stopped sobbing for hours. Reyansh watched in concern, wanted so badly to comfort you lest the heaving and thrashing harm the baby or yourself. Rey loved children, he couldn’t wait for a day he could take Iris away and raise a family together, to finally be with her intimately and live a life with her.

Even if children weren’t in the picture (Iris wanted one in theory, but was hesitant to bring one into this world, understandably.) he’d cherish a life growing old with his lover. Maybe they’d some orphaned child; Iris had a soft spot for children in need. Her maternal instincts are why, despite not wanting to be friends or even really know her, Iris took care of the girl. Iris had ten years on the naive child. Continuously, she had warned him about keeping his distance, not raising suspicion that anything was happening between him and the girl, but it wasn’t his fault she was damn delightful. However, despite her obvious beauty, talents and sweet demeanor, nothing compared to Iris.

Reyansh could wax poetry about her all day long, and often did. He barely had any free time, most of the pockets of time he had, Rey liked to help Iris with her Herculean tasks, the laundry and dishes like Sisyphus and the boulder. He couldn’t take away the fact the next day would be filled with more dishes, more wall washing, more cooking, but he’d gladly sacrifice an hour of sleep so she could gain one. With him at all times, however, was his notebook and pen. As he sat at a mount or perch Rey liked to try his hand at poetry and writing.

Sometimes it was about the beauty of nature, the flowers he planted and gardens he kept, how they gave him joy during difficult times. Sometimes it was about the complex nature of family, of Iris and Jonah, Santiago and what he knew of Beatriz, which wasn’t much, the strained love and hatred between Will and Ben, or his own desire for fatherhood. Sometimes he wrote about the 5 lovers, the girl, the men who claimed to be gods, how each individual relationship strengthened them and weakened them in their own ways and how the girl changed things for better or for worse. Mostly, he just wrote about Iris, the prettiest flower he had.

He caught a glimpse of Jonah at the window, motioning him to come out. This safe house was his idea. Apparently, he and Marcus used to escape here sometimes.

Rey tries to tell you he’s stepping outside but you aren’t listening, curled up in a ball on the bed sobbing. He makes his exit.

Once outside, Jonah offers him a sip from his flask but Rey declines.

“I was going to ask how she is, but I can hear my answer.” The sound of you wailing penetrates the walls.

“How Will?”

“He’ll live, unfortunately.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.” Jonah sighs, lighting a cigarette. “Wish those fuckers would just die.”

There was a long pause, Reyansh thinking hard before saying what he was thinking. He didn’t defy or talk back to Jonah, he respected him as his superior and, for all intents and purposes, his father in law. But Jonah was flawed. “You’re the one with a gun, Jonah”

Jonah inhaled a long drag before answering in a puff of smoke. “We’ve been over this.” He walked into the safe house.

They had talked, several times. Rey wanted Iris out but he didn’t have much power and knowledge. Jonah had the gun and a hundred reasons not to. There was no way to kill all 4 because everyone was armed. The community would riot. There was no where safe to go. A failed attempted would end Iris’s life. All these may be true, Jonah did have 4 decades of guard experience… but really, Rey thought he was just a coward, and maybe he cared for Pope and/or Francisco more than he’d like to admit. He’d been with those two since infancy, helped raise them, been a father figure most of their lives… it was understandable.

When he walked into the house, it was to crying but this time, relieved. He must have told her Will would be okay. You had your arms wrapped around his neck and he held you close to him, rubbing your back.

“It’s gonna be okay, honey, everyone’s gonna be just fine.”

Ben was changing Will’s bandages when you walked in and it made you nauseous to see the blood. Jonah said the bullet went straight through, that he’d be okay he just needed to rest, but the sight was disturbing.

Will groans. “Baby, don’t want you seeing me like this.”

Benny flicks his brothers arm. “Let her be, she was worried about you.”

The older Miller grumbled, but allowed you to kneel his side. He thumbed away a tear, “Don’t cry for me, beautiful girl.”

“What happened?” You sniffle, looking between Benny and Will.

“A girl from the dorms, she took the gun off a guard and tried to shoot-”

Ben interrupted. “You, Madonna.” He looked to his brother. “Melody, your old roommate, she tried to shoot you out of jealousy, she wanted to be with me. Will pushed you aside, took the bullet.”

You blink at that. Melondy wanted to shoot you? She wanted you dead? And Will. was he even standing by you? “But… I don’t remember being pushed.”

“Oh sweet girl…” Will cood. “Do you not remember? Poor thing, it was probably so traumatic-”

“No, I remember-”

“Your brain probably blocked a lot of it out, repressed it to protect you.”

Yeah, yeah that made sense. Memory was fragile. Will winced and Ben finished cleaning him and you took his hand as a new packing kit was applied. “Thank you for saving me…” You kiss his hand, feeling the rough knuckles warm skin. “For saving our baby…”

You fell asleep beside him that night, laying on his chest. He was warm, firm, inviting and protective. Nothing mattered more than the fact your husbands and your baby were safe.

Melody was dead. After the first shot missed, she approached where the four men had gathered intent on finding you, but Ben said Pope shot her square in the forehead, that he protected you while Jonah and Reyansh took you to safety. Ben said he had stood in front of his brothers and you, fearless, brave and bold. Pope loved his people, but he loved you most of all.

When you awoke, it was lae evening and although you wanted to go back to sleep, after some tossing and turning you realized you could. Not wanting to wake Will, you check his pulse and breathing, both strong and head out of the room to see if anyone is up. You know they dont like you wandering around the mansion without protection but you weren’t a child.

After Jonah and Rey had taken you back home, you were desperate to see William, but Pope demanded your presence with Francisco, both holding you tightly and checking you over again and again, tell you how precious you were, how loved. Pope knelt in front of you, hands on your belly, kissing it. You were thankful to have such loving and protective husbands. Despite the horrors of today, you felt blessed beyond measure

You came to the kitchen first seeing a light on. Sometimes Benny liked late night snacks. Instead, you see Iris and Reyansh slow dancing in the kitchen. Iris was actually smiling. No doubt Rey was fearful of his own women’s safety being forced in the cabin with you for so long after a riot broke out right outside where she was. Silent, you step away from the cute lovers and allow them their time. Rey helped save your life today, you needed to thank him, and thank Iris for all she did for your family, you were lucky to have them both.

You try to see if Pope is awake next. When you approach his room, the grunting sounds make you stop, peaking through the slightly cracked door. Pope was on top of Francisco, fucking into his ass with his legs bent up into a press. It was a position he used on you many a time. Francisco was a puddle beneath him, his curls stuck to the sweat on his head. He looked incredible. The way Pope kissed him so deep… You couldn’t help feeling warm inside. How lucky you were that your husbands loved each other so much.

Ben was found in the gym. For a moment, you merely watch him. Shirtless in his red shorts and throwing punches at a punching bag. He probably had so much energy in him after everything today, watching his brother bleeding in his arms. She knew they didn’t always get along, Ben holding anger for Will so often and over what, you couldn’t yet discern. Maybe this tragedy would bring them back together. You admire his body, carved out and chiseled in perfect form.

You loved the bodies of all your husbands, in each and every different.

Will was largess; tall, muscular, wide everywhere. Everywhere. His body consumed you just as yours consumed him; he was like a shield, metaphorically and now literally.

Santiago was softer. A small belly that was only noticeable when he was bent over, plush though and a moon shaped ass. He was all curves, from his nose down to his calved you had massaged so ardently.

If Pope was soft, Francisco was a pillow. Heavy weight surrounded him, the broad expanse of his shoulders to the fat at his waist and you just wanted to bury your face into it, you want to bite, nibble, and worship the pudge that spilled over his pants.

Ben was lean, the tallest of them and slim hips under rippling muscles. Golden God, beholden before you and it was as if his glory radiated off him. Despite the strength he was light on his feat. He could have been a boxer in another life.

“How are you feeling?” His deep voice breaks the tranfiction of the way his body moved, stilling the punching bag.

“I’m good, just woke from a nap with Will.”

Still looking away, Ben nodded. His mood matched the storm clouds out the window. After wiping his face, Benny chugged water and then finally made his way over to you in long, quick strides. His eyes flashed with the lightning outside.

Pope fucked Frankie with a fury he couldn’t recall in years. Frankie had defined him, ignoring his orders to leave but no, he wanted to stay with Ben.

“You don’t think I wanted Ben and Will safe too?” He growled in his lovers ear.

“I know!”

“You’re more important!”

He almost lost Will, Ben, the savior, and most importantly Frankie today. The girl would pay, fuck she’d pay. He couldn’t do anything Madonna might see, she thinks she’s dead already… no, a gunshot was to quick for someone trying to harm his family, but he’d make her suffer.

His anger toward Francisco wouldn't be helped when today, when he went to make love to Frankie, he found him in Ben's arms, cumming on his hand.

Ben had you pinned against the wall, fucking into you with your legs hitched around his narrow hips. The wind outside picked up speed, displaying his anger, his frustration, his love and his lust. You let him take you, fucking into your pregnant womb with his face tucked in your neck. You felt as if you were floating, like you were the center of the world right now. The sun God orbited you. Someone had tried to take you from him, a women he used to claim as his own but she had been cast aside for a reason. In her jealousy, she though she could regain her place at his side but that was foolish. Ben would never have loved her the way he loved you, the way he loved his husbands. Will, Francisco and Pope could never love her.

She was not the Madonna.

She could never carry the savior.

She could only ever have a bastard.

“Gonna fill you up, Frank.” Pope grunted, breath hot against Francisco's cheek, mouth to mouth, lips to lips. “Gonna fill up this tight little hole of yours until you’re pregnant with my baby, you got that?”

Frank’s eyes went wide. “Santi, wha-” But he stopped when Santiago slapped him. This shocked Frankie, Santi didn’t slap him, he didn’t hurt him like that…

“Take it!” Santiago screams, tears of anger blurring his eyes. He chose Ben over him. He’d rather stay in danger with Ben than safety with him. “Your mine, under stand?!” When Frankie didn’t answer right away, Pope gripped his jaw and felt a warm tear fall down his cheek. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”

Long fingers gripping your asscheeks, digging into the sensitive skin.

Firm abs rubbing against your body.

Hips stimulating your clit.

A finger fucking into your asshole.

Everything was better than your wildest dreams. No incubus, a child on the way, friends and family. This was a life your father tried to take from you, but you were like gold that’s tested in fire.

Ben came inside when the thunder cracked, lightning still flashing and illuminating him with light. He muttered Francisco’s name.

“YES!” Francisco shouted in pain, face grimacing. “I’m yours! I’m yours Santi, fill me up! Make me-” He swallowed, tears forming at his long lashes. He gritted his teeth. “Make me p-pregnant!” Francisco was saying anything that'd make Santi stuff, just to make him cum and end this. He just wanted it over. All of it. He didn't understand why he wasn't allow to be happy, to feel safe, to have peace. Instead he had to submit to Santi's whims just like Beatriz.

Santiago tucked his face into his lovedrsneck, biting him as he came inside. Whimpering, tears streaming wildly down his face, Santiago bit into Frankie’s tender flesh: neck, then shoulder, till finally he just continuously bit into the skin on his large arm, drawing the blood and bruising the skin. It hurt like hell, Frankie's head thrashing back and forth on the pillow trying to take the pain and bare it. Santiago's tears mixed with blood as he finished cumming, thrusts slowing into a lul.

Francisco didn’t know where his body ended and Santi’s began.

He wanted Ben, to be held and protected by him. To be touched gently, with love. To be not possessed but show off so that he knew Ben was proud of him, proud of what they had, not what the fuck Santigo was doing to him. He wanted Madonna with her sweet kisses and open adoration. He wanted Will with his healing nature, tender hands on his arching, bleeding arm. He wanted anything but Santi’s touch right now.

Santiago curled behind Francisco. His hand rested on Frankie’s stomach.

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This disturbed me writing the end asdfghjkl

Madonna crying Reminds me of tww bonus chapter where little one thinks joel is dead and is just ugly sobbing

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