#relentless suitor

[ybon-paramoux]

The Persistent Suitor - Tom Bagshaw

#art #painting #photography #tom bagshaw #relentless suitor

[spacepunksupreme]

Thinking about the girl in high school who took candid photos of me (with a real camera not even with her phone??) without my permission then used one to paint a portrait of me in a dress and tiara which she then gifted to me as like a declaration of love or something

I think I wouldve realized I was gay earlier if all the girls I hung out with weren’t mean to me or insane lolol

#she had good intentions we still chilled together in the one class we shared after this ahsjfhs #hannah is talking #when I first met her she also wanted to become a nun. in like a repressed homosexual way. I hope shes good now wherever she is in the world #this girl was 1/3 very relentless and insane girl suitors I had in the later half of high school. while I had a boyfriend mind you lol

[latenighttalking00]

A Work of Art

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem! Reader

Summary: You are a Marchioness from france and your mother is adamant that you wed. She is a very close friend of the Dowager Vicountess Bridgerton who has so generously agreed to be your sponsor for the season. Perhaps in doing this, she has unknowingly found her son's perfect match as well.

Warnings: slow-ish burn, friends to lovers, smut, 18+, minors dni, hair pulling, possessive/dirty talk, fingering, oral (f receiving). This is just porn with a plot.

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: Hi! This is my first time writing, so apologies if it's a bit rough; English isn't my native language. Hopefully, you all absolutely drool over Benedict the same way I do. enjoy!

Once the social season had begun its approach, you and your family make haste on your return from france. Due to your newly given title, you are projected to be quite the diamond this season indeed.

As a close friend of the family, the Dowager Viscountess, Violet Bridgerton kindly offers to sponsor your debut this season, meaning that it is now of the utmost importance to arrive promptly at the Bridgerton home in London before the season is to begin.

As you sit in the drawing room, awaiting the next potential suitors you will inevitably send on their way, the clear and evident dread in your expression does not go unnoticed by your mother. A quick swat to your knee from her fan catches your attention, a visible look of warning on her face as your eyes meet hers.

"I do hope that attitude of yours is quick to dissipate." She sighs, "Men will find you quite inadequate to wed if you are to continue this ridiculous behavior. It is quite unladylike." Your mother's words cut right through you as if she had taken a hot paring knife to both of your ears. Not being able to withstand it any longer, you quickly stand from your seat and interrupt her.

"Mother, this gown and the line of men outside the door are quite suffocating enough; no need for your incessant nagging as well." You take a moment to pause, regaining your composure.

"I believe I am feeling quite faint; perhaps I've seen enough suitors today." You threaten rather than suggest, "I will return to my chambers and perhaps get a bit of rest seeing as the sun has already began it’s departure from the sky."

You bow and quickly excuse yourself before making haste out the door, walking as fast as your feet can take you, right past the men who are practically begging for just a minute of your attention.

You race directly to your bedroom, entering quickly and not even fully shutting the door before you are pulling down the zipper of your gown and letting it fall to the floor. "This retched thing must come off immediately," you mumble to yourself as you pull at the laces of your corset, loosening them just enough to slide off your body. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you slip off your stays and slip on a beautiful white nightgown you purchased from one of the most talented modiste in france.

Shortly after the maids come to collect your gown, you are quick to wander down the halls in search of a cure to your relentless boredom. you find what appears to be an art studio and you are instantly overjoyed. you quietly sneak in through the door left ajar.

Art was your pride and joy; your sketches and the ability to produce beautiful works on canvas were the only things keeping you from becoming a mad woman.

Unbeknownst to you, Violet's second-eldest son and the owner of said art studio had just returned home from the gentleman's club. As he makes his way down the hall, prepared to return to his studio and peacefully finish up some things he started the night prior, he is met with complete and udder surprise at the sight of a woman flipping through his sketchbooks.

He feels as if the air has been knocked right from his lungs. Never once has a woman looked so real, raw, and simply ethereal to him in nothing but a simple yet elegant night gown, the pages in between your delicate fingers, the way in which you sit, your effortless and beautiful features, and the way they change and turn to show your focus, the true and utter intrigue at the charcoal etched on the paper is more than enough to bring a man directly to his knees.

He watches as you adjust your position, your nightgown sliding up your thighs as you cross a leg over the other. He feels as if he might faint.

“those are from my time traveling.” he points, making his way in to the room.

So lost in thought, you are quickly brought back by the sound of the deep and sultry voice coming from the hallway, it sends chills down your body, you are unable to fight the butterflies in your stomach and are completely unprepared for what you’re eyes are met with the second they dare to leave the pages in front of you. He is perhaps one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen, the way his features darken in the dim candle light could cause scandal merely on its own.

As he makes his way over to you, you scramble to find any sort of words to not appear as a complete and udder fool. “désolée, my Lord. All this beautiful artwork caught my eye and i could not help myself.” your voice only making his new found attraction grow even stronger.

“Benedict Bridgerton..” he says just loud enough for you to hear. He is quick to take your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Miss y/n y/l/n” you respond, a blush creeps over your cheeks as your eyes meet his. Your name and accent are both very quick explanations as to why a very random beautiful woman was wondering in

his family home.

“Ah yes, the Marchioness from France. My mother has done quite a bit of boasting upon your arrival, i can now see why she was so keen on you being the diamond of this social season” he chuckled lightly “merci, Lord Bridgerton.” you offer him a warm smile as you place the sketch book in his hands.

Your hand grazes his and you feel as if your body is set aflame. You quickly fumble to stand, attempting to leave before any further scandal is to happen. he is quick to catch you by the arm, his light grasp more than enough to keep you in place.

“Please, stay as long as you’d like.” He offers, taking a step towards you, but you are quick to shake your head, knowing staying any longer may very well affect your title and rank during this very precious season.

“You are more than kind.” you place a hand over his and squeeze lightly. He leans even closer, your face mere inches from his. his scent fills your nose and you cannot control the heat that consumes your body, the sheer need you have for him in this very moment. “I must- i uh-..” he raises an eyebrow at your words. though his proximity fogs your brain, you attempt to compose yourself. “Perhaps i can show you some of my art in the duration of my stay here.“ he smirks, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip as he nods “if what you create is half as beautiful as you, my art will never hold a candle to yours.” he compliments.

Your breathe catches in your throat as his words. “..Benedict- Apologies, Lord Bridgerton..” you quickly correct yourself, the use of his first name not going unnoticed by him. “I’m sure both your and my Mother will have quite the earful if i am found in here, i must go.” Before he is even able to protest, you are gone.

As the days pass, You begin to consume his every waking thought, the sound of your voice, the feeling of your skin on his is burned in to his memory and he cannot shake his want for you.

Anthony is quick to notice his admiration, the wandering stares and close proximity immediately become apparent in Anthony’s eyes. As the family settles in the drawing room, Anthony is quick to pull His younger brother aside “You’ve grown quite close with Marchioness” Anthony offers his younger brother a warning glance and Benedict simply smirks in return “Brother, are you suggesting that i’ve compromised Miss y/l/n?” he laughs. Anthony in no way finds this amusing “See to it that your intentions are well thought out and you are thinking with your brain rather than something else. She is a Marchioness, toying with oversea affairs may be more than risky, even for a Bridgerton.” Anthony notes, the clear and evident weariness in his voice wipes the smile right off Benedict’s face

“Brother, do remind me. Did you not ask for one Sharma’s hand in marriage and then proceed to marry the other? You need not inform me on scandal for i am more than well aware of what i am doing.” he place a hand on Anthony shoulder and squeezes light before walking away.

time skip

Benedict does everything in his power to gain every fraction of your attention when it is available. The two of you spending more time together than any of the men attempting to court you. This new grown fondness blossoms quickly and Benedict soon becomes one of your most trusted friends. Spending late nights in his art studio, promenades in the garden, pall mall with his family. You’ve never felt more at home than with your dear Benedict and his lovely family. This fondness grows very quickly to something much stronger. Knowing Benedict’s stance on courting and marriage in general, you shake the thought. Knowing your dear friend will never see you as anything but.

While enjoying another late night in his studio, you can’t help but feel different. You both are well aware your time together is coming to end. Suitors begin growing impatient and proposals begin rolling in faster than the tide.

“I quite like Lord Lumley, he is handsome and he finds interest in poetry.” Benedict is quick to laugh “Lord Lumley is a dimwit after nothing but your title.” you wince at his words “Clearly he’s much more of a gentleman than you.” You tease, crossing your arms over your chest. “Excuse me?” he asks, the change in his tone sending heat right between your thighs. He rises from his place on the stool and saunters over to you, his large frame towering over yours.

“Repeat what you said.” he orders

“Ben i was merely kidding i-“ you stutter, his proximity making your skin feel as if it were on fire.

“Do not make me ask you again.” he warns, a smirk on his face

You are a bit taken a back by his demeanor but the insatiable desire in your body fills you with a sudden surge of confidence. “Lord Lumley is more of a gentleman than you, Lord Bridgerton.”

Benedict lets out a low chuckle before leaning down, his mouth right by your ear.

“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps Lord Lumley isn’t plagued by the same un-gentleman like thoughts that fill my head the moment you step into a room.” he sighs, his breath on your skin only making matters worse.

Your hands find his half buttoned shirt and you press your hands lightly to his chest “Benedict.” you warn.

he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes with his own. Your noses practically grazing as he speaks. “Tell me now that you do not desire me.” His hands rest on either side of your face “Simply speak the words and i will respectfully withdraw and allow you to be with whomever you like but first you must tell me you do not desire me and you wish for me to leave you alone.”

“Ben.” You mumble quitely. Every feeling or emotion that the second eldest Bridgerton has ever caused immediately rises to the surface. At a complete loss for words, you do what you feel is right in the very moment and you bring your lips to his.

The kiss quickly fills with passion, weeks of hidden adoration and care comes bubbling over the surface.

“Marry me.” he say breathlessly as he breaks from the kiss. “You have shown me what is it truly like to admire a woman. To look at her and feel inspiration. To delight in her beauty. So much so that all of her defenses crumble and that you would willingly take on any pain or burden for her. To honor her being with your deeds and words. You make me feel what only a true poet describes." his works nearly bring you to your knees as tears threaten to escape your eyes. “I would move the heavens down to earth for you if i knew it would make you smile.”

“Benedict.. Je vous aime.” you reassure him “I love you mon chéri, more than the moon loves the night sky. You are my everything, my best-friend. I would give anything to be your wife.” He pulls you back in for another kiss which very quickly becomes heated.

He trails hot kisses all over your jaw, neck and bosom. “My beautiful Fiancée.” he mumbles, his wandering hands sliding their way up your thighs, threatening to breach the hem of your nightgown. You are immediately reminded of your current location and you push the dark haired boy back “Ben.. not here” you breathe out, The second Bridgerton son just smirks before kneeling down in front of you.

Unsure of what he’s planning, you remain silent, eyes trained on his as he begins trailing kisses up from your ankle to your inner thigh. His hands trail up the back of your legs, giving your ass a playful squeeze as he reaches it, causing a gasp to escape from your lips.

The mere sight of him like this sends heat directly between your thighs, all logical thinking thrown out the window as he begins to tug your panties down your thighs. A blush creeps over your cheeks and your hands find his hair, tugging lightly. Benedict continues with no hesitation, pressing light kisses all over your inner thighs, leading right up to your aching core. You’re unable to fight back the sounds that leave your lips as you feel his tongue pressed against your clit. “Christ Benedict… you’re going to be the death of me.”

He wastes no time, lapping, kissing and sucking at your soaked heat as strong hands grip on to your thighs, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. You lean against his desk to keep yourself upright while quiet moans and whimpers escape your lips, your hands pulling and tugging at his messy black hair, only encouraging him more. He pulls back only for a moment to look up at you “You taste fucking divine, my beautiful work of art.”

He is quick to return to your soaked heat. As his tongue works relentlessly on your clit, he slowly pushes two fingers inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust before slowly thrusting them in and out. Shortly after, you feel an unfamiliar knot form in the pit of your stomach and Benedict is aware immediately due to your incoherent mumbles and the way you clench around his fingers. “That’s my girl..” he says breathlessly “just like that..” After hearing his words, you completely unravel, shaky moans escape your lips as one hand grips on to the table and the other with a tight hold on your Fiancées hair.

Once your body has relaxed, he gently pulls your panties back up before standing to face you. You watch as he brings his fingers to your mouth “Open.” he commands and you immediately oblige, opening your mouth as he slides his fingers past your lips. The unfamiliar taste and the sheer sight in front of you causes a blush to fall over your face. He removes his fingers with a groan and offers your a smirk “You, my dear Fiancée are going to be the death of Me.”

A/N: Hi guys! I really hope every likes this :) if you have any request, feel free to send them to me :)

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x fem! reader #benedict #bridgerton #smut #anthony bridgerton #benedict smut #benedict bridgerton smut

[pupyuj]

[cw: dubcon, exhibitionism methinks?, fingering, degradation, humiliation]

well hello! i’ve been gone a while, yes but FEAR NOT you will never get rid of me (unfortunately) 😈😈 have a mean girl wony (completely different from “magic words” wony btw!) drabble for an appetizer tee hee 😋

campus princess wony who never fucking batted an eyelash towards her suitors, even the decent ones, but could never get over how you of all things never once looked at her the way everybody does?? every time you walked past her in the hallways without sparing her ass a glance, she was seething 😭😭 but she would never—and i mean never—go out of her way to make you notice her, nope! she was going to make you obsessed with her in the most organic-but-a-bit-flawed way possible! and her best friend’s small slumber party was the best opportunity to do all that 😈

being invited by mutual friends, you showed up in the most loser fit ever that wony almost wondered why the fuck she was so interested until she watched the way you scrunched your nose to raise your glasses—so fucking cute, wony was actually mad that you gave her butterflies 😭 but even in a small group, you still refused to acknowledge her! it was unbelievable; usually people would kill to be in your place, to be that close physically with her but noooo, apparently you were some hotter shit 😒😒

wony has had the luxury of watching you this entire night… you were so cool and laid-back, you got along with everyone pretty well (except wonyoung), but you were somewhat reserved… you intrigued wonyoung, but she had to save the pleasantries and introductions later bcs holy fuck she needed to hear that pretty voice of yours whimper and moan for her 😳😳 eventually she didn’t care that you were completely ignoring her bcs all she wanted at this point was to fuck you senseless,, that oughta get your attention…

wony following you into one of the bedrooms to get some extra pillows and blankets,, saying that she was there to help until she grabbed you and pressed your up against the door,,

“what the hell are you doing?!”

“do me a favor and shut up.”

her putting one of your wrists behind your waist and pinning the other to the door as she grinds against your ass, nose up in your hair and then leaving soft kisses down the side of your neck… “w-wonyoung, what the fuck?! let me go! a-ah.. don’t…” squirming and resisting as much as you could but ofc crumbling down the moment wony’s kisses get stronger, sloppier, hungrier… completely being at her mercy eventually, moaning at every kiss she leaves on her skin as she always thought you should be… “mhm, all wet..” she whispers in your ear while she felt up your pussy through your soaked panties :((

“a-aahn..! sto—wait, they’ll hear us…”

“good. i want them to.”

holding onto wony’s wrist while she rubbed your clit harshly,, biting down on your lip but it wasn’t enough with the added pleasure of wonyoung’s breath in your ear 😣 “should’ve known this is what it would take for you to look at me… i would’ve fucked you earlier, unnie.” 🫠 her letting out a moan when she slipped two fingers inside you?? relishing in the feeling of your warmth and how tight you were,, you weren’t a virgin by any means but it still caught you off guard… having to clamp your hand around your mouth to muffle your moans,, but wony was quick to swat your hand away,, “bad unnie.” she said through gritted teeth 😵‍💫😵‍💫

the very obvious dilemma you were having with yourself was enjoyable to witness for wonyoung.. how you actively tried to resist her by your breathy “no”s and “stop”s, but would grind back against her and moan so loudly whenever her fingers hit your sweet spots 🫣 but when she notices that you were stopping yourself from cumming.. oh she got mad 😵‍💫 “still keeping the act, huh? fine then.” and she just starts fucking you harder from behind 🫠🫠 she was relentless—pumping her fingers in and out of your cunt and snapping her wrist when she hits that spot just to drive you insane, slapping your ass until it was red, leaving scratch marks on your waist... it was all very effective bcs she had you screaming immediately 😳

her ripping your pajama top off without a single care in the world,, “don’t give me that look, unnie. i’ll buy you a new one.” she jokes but not really—she can buy you a whole mall and you wouldn’t even have to ask! 🫣🫣 wony taking note of the way the sweetest, sluttiest sounds escaping your lips once her hand reaches your chest… once again being so turned on that she moans herself,, “you’re so shameless now… you love this, don’t you? you want our friends to know what exactly is being done to you, unnie, hm?” wony pinching your nipple to force you to moan loudly :(( even giggling a bit bcs she just found this so fun??

really, really talks you through when you’re close and cumming 😵‍💫😵‍💫 all up in your ear while she does all the right things to your body… bite marks and hickeys on your shoulder bcs she couldn’t resist.. holds your hips still with her free hand while she fucked you in that same merciless pace, only a lot more harder bcs wony absolutely needed to see you all broken up for her 🫢

“come on, unnie… you’ll cum for me, won’t you?”

“yes, yes…! show them, let them hear you, unnie…”

“fuck, good girl…”

omgjdhchjs she nearly came with you with how horny she was watching you fall apart on her hand… the sight of your juices dripping down your legs and pooling at your feet made wony want to fuck you right there all over again but she had to suffice with licking your cum off her fingers for now 🤭 but wony barely letting you come back to your senses when she just leaves you in that room with nothing but a side glance bcs she’s just that bitchy??? leaving you to clean up your own mess, grab a spare shirt from your friend’s closet, and forcing yourself to show your face to everybody after all of that… dare wony say that your red eyes and flushed cheeks were more of a turn on that literally feeling your pussy clench around her fingers!!

but even if wonyoung treated you like filth.. she was still too pretty… so pretty that you don’t bother to do any resisting when she sneaks into your futon super late in the night, ready to make you see the stars all over again 🫣

#ive smut #ive x fem reader #ive x reader #ive imagines #ive thoughts #girl group smut #girl group x fem reader #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group thoughts #jang wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung x fem reader #jang wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung imagines #jang wonyoung thoughts #wonyoung smut #wonyoung x fem reader #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung imagines #wonyoung thoughts

[ghostykapi]

i know you don't wanna leave [stay here after hours]

son chaeyoung & fem!reader // tw: an attempt of s.a., drinking, arguments, like one slap and that’s it

surprise! i’m alive? here have a fic

it starts with an acquaintance. it always does.

not this time, this time it starts with one of your best friends, myoui mina

when mina says she wants you to meet her members after so long, you freeze and start panicking in your discord voice call. despite the long time knowing each other, twice has yet to meet one of mina's close friends, a fellow introvert that bumped into each other one too many times that it was inevitable to start a bond.

"it's going to fine y/n" you can still hear mina's voice in your head, her hands holding yours as you both walk up to a secluded restaurant "they are going to love you"

despite the reassurances, you couldn't shake off the anxiety off you, nervous to make the best first impression of you.

despite your worries, the girls immediately take a liking to you. a romantic liking to you, as you would recall half of them already fighting to get your attention

“so y/n” you can still remember jihyo asking you, a small glint present in her eye “are you single?”

ever the protective person your best friend was, the immediate response of “she’s off limits” shoots any questions down. all possible suitors immediately follow mina’s words

almost all possible suitors

son chaeyoung doesn’t follow it

after all, she’s the one who sat beside you, slipping her number well within your palm with a smile after dinner and exchanging jokes. the same number that you chat with a simple hello, and the same number that continuously texts you every morning, afternoon, and night

chaeyoung is even so bold to causally chat you even if she sits right beside mina during practice. she doesn’t get caught at all. not even by the prying eyes of her members, her ever carefree attitude when texting you not raising any suspicion

it goes on for weeks, until an opportunity for her to go on a date with you pops up. so she asks you until you find yourself going to weekly dates with her, sneaking in surprise deliveries to one another, calling more often than texting, clothes sneakily being left on each other’s apartment

she’s been sweet. the way she’s been kissing you? tastes like strawberries. the way she holds your hand on dates? warm and fuzzy. the way she looks at you? like you’re her forever muse

it’s just that the way she holds you everytime, with her arms around you as you settle on the couch, she holds you like you’re about to disappear into air.

it’s not the case

it’s her who has to walk out the door and leave every night. despite her saying the words ‘i love you’, you aren’t even her girlfriend. you aren’t even fully together. not when she’s still in that ‘break’ with her (ex?) boyfriend. you only found out about it after your 7th date with her

if only you knew sooner, maybe you could have stopped yourself from falling for her. maybe you don’t have to let the tears fall again. even when she tries to get up you always grasp her hands, begging with your eyes into her conflicted ones (it happens every time)

"stay" you whisper, she tries to hard to avoid looking at you (it kind of drives you insane) "please stay"

she doesn't stay, but she kisses you. kisses you like she won’t break your heart just a bit again, like she doesn’t pull away and whispers you that she does have to go.

and so you’re left alone. again. left alone to cry.

she comes back though. every morning shift in that hole in the wall cafe you have she shows up, ready to clock in late even if jihyo is about to drag her to practice. even when you have to stay up late, she calls you up, asking if you can buzz her in even at 3 am, even when you have to finish that commission.

she’s relentless with her pursuit for you, but she’s unforgiving for having to pull away when you’re falling deeper and deeper into her spell.

well that’s how you got here.

at a club, definitely somewhere obscure that lets in any person no matter who they are or what they even represent. it doesn’t matter, the lighting is dark, it’s crowded, the music is to loud and the alcohol is swimming around the room.

you don’t even know how much you consumed, everything is starting to spin already. the environment proving to you that this is just a place that you don’t even wanna be in to begin with, and still it’s better because this is the last place where your brain can even think of chaeyoung.

all you can think about is the bodies that are grinding against you, the smell of booze invading your senses, the numerous eyes that look at you and your body on the dance floor, the lady that’s been dancing with you for a while now, her eyes drinking you in

you don’t even notice that she’s manage to lead you away from the dance floor, now in a corner, where you have no where to go. your blurry vision can barely understand the scene in front of you, so you try to go along with it, even if your heart begs for you to stop

before anything happens, you can see her being pulled away by a group of people, all screaming to why she’s targeting a clearly too drunk woman. you can barely make out the group until someone catches you before you stumble, the familiar sent of the perfume instantly calming you down

“let’s get you home yeah?”

it’s motherfucking son chaeyoung. the person who just shoved a person away from kissing you and the one person you were trying to get over.

you can see another figure approaching you, and you can tell it’s your best friend. her worried eyes scanning you from head to toe before releasing a sigh and helping chaeyoung to bring you to the car

the ride was quiet, the only sound the entire ride is the radio playing music. the haziness of it call made it feel short to you, but as soon as you set foot in your apartment and sat down on your couch, you can slightly see things better.

“call me when you’re ok” mina gives you a hug on the couch, her voice softly calming you down before you have to face chaeyoung “it’s ok, your safe now”

she stands up to leave, facing chaeyoung who’s probably no better than you

“you will explain everything to me” mina whispers to her “but make sure y/n is well taken care of tonight”

she hugs chaeyoung before she leaves, having to catch a late night visit to her girlfriend, tzuyu.

that leaves you though with the person you tried to avoid in the first place. you can barely reject her. no. you can’t even push her away and scream ‘leave me alone!’

but you try, you try anyway for the sake of it

“leave”

“excuse me?”

you try to stand up, and despite the absolute shit state you are in, you look at her with all the venom you can show.

“leave”

chaeyoung is flabbergasted, mostly worried, but is flabbergasted by the way you manage to turn around your feelings towards her. yesterday you both were just fine

“y/n” she’s cautious, threading on what to say “you’re drunk. let’s get you to bed”

“leave” despite the glare you’re sending her way, she’s coming closer to help you to bed. “you better leave”

“no stop saying i should leave” she’s trying to keep you calm, but that sentence ticks you off to shout

“YOU SHOULD LEAVE! YOU NEVER STAYED ANYWAY EVEN IF I BEGGED. YOU NEVER STAYED EVEN IF YOU WERE THE ONE WHO PURSUED ME. YOU NEVER STAYED EVEN JUST FOR A NIGHT. DID YOU EVEN CHOOSE ME? AM I NEVER ENOUGH? WHAT DOES HE HAVE OVER ME? WHAT DO I LACK FOR YOU TO LEAVE EVERYTIME FOR THE PAST FUCKING 8 MONTHS?”

a step closer to you to reach out and you’re body does the first thing a rage filled body can do

a loud smack can be heard across the apartment

it’s silent now, the shock and realization hits chaeyoung as she looks at you. you who had smiled at her like she was the sun, you who had kissed every single one of her tattoos to cheer her up, you who had danced in the rain to the music of a faint distant piano, you who had no hesitation of choosing her again and again and again even when you had every right to break things off

endlessly, with devotion and loyalty

you who had always welcome her back even if you knew she always returned to him

“i-i” you’re speechless, your hand suddenly feeling like it doesn’t belong to you “c-chaeyoung i—”

you can can feel the words clog in your throat. the air starting to feel like it’s not enough. you can feel her slipping away

no, she kneels right in front of you. her hands holding yours and her eyes shining with nothing but love, guilt and shame.

“i’m sorry” chaeyoung kisses your hand, despite the slap you just delivered a minute ago “i’ve been nothing but a meanie haven’t i?”

you break, everything crashing down.

“i’m so sorry” she wipes away your tears, heart taking all of the guilt she had tried to run from, as she sees you like this. her mind finally realizing full extent of the pain she has inflicted on the both of you “my love i’m so sorry”

you sob, sob until she’s holding you close, rubbing circles on your back like she always does to calm you down, her apologies and words of affirmation spilling out of her like she’s rapping to one of her songs.

it takes you a while to calm down, and when you do you can barely move. it takes you another couple of minutes for her to move you to bed at least. changing you into your sleeping clothes (the shirt is her’s, she feels her heart pull at that), cleaning up your face and tucking you into bed

“get some sleep my love” chaeyoung whispers, her finger brushing out any hair that’s fallen on your face “i’ll fix this i promise”

your eyes focus on her’s. eyes that are red as yours from crying. you wonder why she still looks so pretty even if she just broke you

“will you stay?” it’s the last thing you say, and the warm kiss on your cheek is the last thing you feel before you fully surrender to slumber.

in the morning, you manage to wake up with a throbbing head. the headache hurts, everything seems to be too bright or too loud. you can’t even figure out who’s body is spooning you from behind, hands gently playing and combing through your hair

wait

body?

“morning my love”

#twice x reader #twice scenarios #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice fluff #twice angst #son chaeyoung #son chaeyoung scenarios #son chaeyoung reaction #son chaeyoung imagine #son chaeyoung x reader

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Omgg, I need a Rosie x fem!Reader fic, where she introduces you to Alastor like her partner 😭💕

Rosie x introducing reader to Alastor

A/N: Today is Rosie day apparently bc I got 2 reqs I'm gonna be (hopefully at least) getting written abt her today.

I'm really sorry I just realised you said fic on this one, lmk if you'd like me to write it as a proper fic 💀

Cw: Sfw, Fem reader, slightly twisted fluff, cannibalism, kinda messed up relationship origin story haha

- When Rosie had brought out the tea set with a mixture of treats for Alastor and herself, and different sweets for you, you could feel yourself getting anxious about the meeting to come.

- You'd been dating the overlord for a little while now. With the 7th month approaching, Rosie wanted you to meet one of her longest friends.

- Wanted to solidify that you were her girlfriend more permanently.

- The public eye wasn't on you at all luckily due to you living in a town surrounded by ravenous cannibals who would protect you with tooth and nail due to dating their leader.

- However, during the time you'd been together, Rosie continued to receive suitors, which was uncomfortable for both of you.

- So she figured that she would start trying to make an effort to tell people she was in a completely monogamous relationship, one person at a time. Starting with her good friend Al, naturally.

- You truly didn't mind, but it was a little bit nerve-wracking meeting another overlord. Especially one who was long time friends with your lover.

- Rosie noticed you fidgeting nervously with your hands, looking down at the table set out before you.

- She let out a soft sigh and put down the box of tea bags she had been fussing with the choices of, walking to stand behind you and place her hands on your shoulders.

- "You'll be fine, heart! He's gonna love you. Maybe even half as much as I do!" She chuckled as your slightly unsure face peered backwards up at her.

- She leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, prompting you to relax and smile softly.

- As she did so, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind the two of you.

- You two turned to see the very recognisable Radio Demon standing there looking somewhat uncomfortable at the display of affection. You didn't even hear him approach the outdoor sitting area.

- "Good afternoon, ladies." Alastor recovered quickly as Rosie moved to properly greet him with a big hug, and you rose from your seat with a somewhat strained smile.

- As the two cannibal overlords embraced, you got a stab of being out of place... inadequate in comparison. I mean, you were just some nobody dating the (essentially) mayor of cannibal town, you were surely out of place in such company.

- You were knocked from your thoughts as you felt your hand taken and shaken, Alastor leaning down to get a closer look at you with an elated grin.

- "And you must be (name)! Brilliant to meet you darling, Rose has told me so much about you, it really is a pleasure!" He exclaimed, shaking your hand so enthusiastically you thought you might fall over if he kept it up.

- "Y-yes! It's very nice to meet you Al-" you startled, before correcting yourself. "Alastor! I mean. Sorry!" You apologised profusely for addressing him so informally.

- The man shook his head with a staticky bark of laughter. "Nonsense! Anyone who's this close to Rosie I see as a friend! Do feel free to call me Al, darling." He let go of your hand, finally ceasing the relentless handshake to go and take a seat at the table, musing to himself the whole way about how fun this was going to be.

- Rosie laughed softly at the surprise on your face, wrapping an arm around your lower back and guiding you toward the loveseat across from your grinning guest.

- Afternoon tea with Alastor went along swimmingly despite your prior stress about it.

- The whole time, your fingers were laced together with Rosie's as the three of you laughed and conversed cordially.

- "So, do tell me, how did you ladies meet one another?" Alastor asked, taking a sip of his tea with his red eyes flicking between the two of you.

- You laughed awkwardly, looking to Rosie with a slightly hesitant expression as to whether you should tell the truth exactly or not.

- Rosie shrugged, somewhat hesitant about it as well.

- You gulped, recollecting it all. "Well, my Rose and I met under.. inopportune circumstances." You said slowly, voice raising an octave at the end.

- Alastor put down his cup of tea with his eyebrows raised expectantly. "Oh~?" He looked all the more curious now.

- You took a deep breath, and Rosie chuckled next to you. "Well," Rosie picked up where you left off. "It's kind of funny now, but wasn't at the time that's for sure. She stumbled into the town's walls with a bleeding knee and the cannibals converged on her, trying to take her as a gift for me. It was my birthday the day afterwards, you see." The cannibal explained, talking with her hands as she told the story.

- Alastor looked at you in surprise. "My, that would have been quite a strange situation for you (name)."

- "it... sure was, yes. They brought me to her gagged and wrapped up in a big pink ribbon." You thought back in some unsureness. "They wanted to cook my heart particularly for her birthday meal, but wanted her to actually approve of me before serving me."

- Alastor laughed loudly at your words, shaking his head as he fought to compose yourself. "And what, she decided you looked like you tasted bad?" He looked at Rosie for more context, to find her shaking her head with a somewhat irritated look on her face.

- "Not at all, she looked far too good to eat. People like my husband belong on a platter, not those like my heart," Rosie looked to the side down at you with a fond smile. "I knew that even before we spoke."

- You blushed and smiled warmly at her, squeezing her hand as you looked lovingly up at her.

- "The second I looked into those big beautiful black eyes of her's, I knew I wanted to be with her. Weird I know to be on someone's literal chopping block and thinking that way." You chuckled, looking back at Alastor with a grin.

- Alastor grinned right back at you, expression softening slightly as he leaned his cheek on his palm. "Yes, however I'm glad to see that Rosie seems to be so happy with you. You two make an excellent pair from what I've seen."

- You and Rosie chuckled, agreeing with him. Definitely.

Helpppp now I kinda wanna write a prequel part 2 for their meeting aaa. I could call it 'Eat Your Heart Out or Give You Mine.'✨️😭

Or sumn like that.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie headcanons #hazbin hotel rosie x reader

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FOUR | 𝐃𝐔𝐄𝐋

CHAPTER Ⅲ ⋮ CHAPTER Ⅴ

Summary: A “friendly” duel between two old rivals can't be too dire, can it? What is it about men that compels them to prove themselves so fervently?

“Satoru.”

“Ewart.”

Wait! Ewart was your next suitor? Satoru thought astonished. Who would have anticipated that his old adversary was the forthcoming suitor in line? And at present he couldn't fathom that he was the one now observing his attempts to captivate you. However, that's retribution for what you endured last time because of him. He suppose he deserves it. But why Ewart? Had you two crossed paths before? Countless questions swirled in Satoru's mind, rendering him unable to focus on the performance before him.

“I have seen this one before; I know how it ends.” Not even Cressida's words could quell his racing thoughts.

That conniving bastard.

His eyes were now riveted on his form, like a relentless predator scrutinizing its prey's every move, poised to strike at the opportune moment. The conversation around him became an indistinct murmur, as you all stood outside the theater after the act concluded. Well, most of you. Cressida had likely wandered off in search of the latest gossip. Not that he actually cared.

“Ah, those were the days, weren’t they?” Ewart countered, his laugh ringing with genuine mirth.

“Indeed they were, my friend. We must recreate such memorable moments again. What do you say?” Suguru suggested, giving the other’s shoulder a firm squeeze.

“Ah, what a delightful invitation. But I’m afraid I must decline. However, we can certainly reschedule for another day. After all, I came tonight to become better acquainted with Miss (Y/N). I would very much like to extend our acquaintance further.” He replied while directing a charming smile towards you.

Satoru’s eye twitched in irritation.

“I understand perfectly. Perhaps you can accompany us back to our mansion. It will be an honor to have you as a guest.”

“Well if you insist, I will be pleased to accept—”

“That won’t be necessary.”

The four of you turned your gazes towards the Prince, who had finally decided to speak up.

“Satoru, whatever do you mean?” Suguru inquired, bewildered by his friend’s abrupt interruption.

“Forgive me. What I mean is, it won’t be necessary, for I would like to extend an invitation to all of you back at my estate. That way, we all can enjoy a splendid evening.” He elaborated with a tight-lipped smile.

However, Suguru saw through his facade, and before he could protest, Ewart spoke up. “I see no reason why we shouldn’t agree.”

Satoru nodded before turning his gaze towards Rosaline. “You should accompany us as well, but I understand if you have other commitments.”

Rosaline quickly refuted this with a smile. “Oh, I am certain I can find the time. I would never decline such a generous invitation from Your Highness.”

Suguru continued to scrutinize his friend, perceiving ulterior motives behind his invitation. After all, he was well aware of Satoru's aversion to Ewart.

“I’m glad we all agree,” Satoru proclaimed. “Would tomorrow be a suitable time?”

“It is.” You replied with a smile. “The weather has been exceptionally pleasant lately; we should certainly take advantage of it.”

Satoru's countenance relaxed slightly at your comment, the tension in his shoulders easing.

“Then it is settled.” Satoru declared with a decisive nod. “I shall eagerly await you all.”

There was a silent exchange of communication in their eyes as Suguru and Satoru shared a glance. When Suguru went to shake his hand in farewell, Satoru quickly dismissed his friend's discreet glare with a smile, as if to reassure him that everything was under control before he strolled his way towards you.

Even though kissing a lady's hand was a customary and genteel gesture, Satoru found himself lingering in his grip whenever he had the privilege of holding yours. Your hand felt delicate as if it were meant to be cherished. It seemed to him as though it was destined to be held by him alone, even if such a sentiment sounded somewhat selfish, self-centered.

With a fluid grace that bespoke his upbringing, he tenderly lowered his lips to the back of your hand, reveling in the satin softness of your skin. “Goodnight, Miss (Y/N).” He murmured, reluctant in mind to release his hold on you. His gaze held yours for a moment longer, his thoughts remained entangled in the fleeting warmth of your touch.

“Goodnight, Your highness.” You restrain yourself from calling him with familiarity, which was understandable now that you have a suitor at present. Satoru wishes you didn’t.

“Have a good rest your Highness. We are looking forward for tomorrow.” Oh, sure he is.

Both men exchanged respectful nods before everyone proceeded to their respective destinations. With a sigh, Satoru made his way outside the Opera House and towards the carriages. As he approached, he felt a tug on his arm. Turning, he saw his “fiancée”emerging from wherever she had been.

“Don’t you have any manners? Were you planning to leave me behind?” She whispered sharply, her voice laced with evident irritation. Her eyes narrowed as she fixed him with a piercing gaze.

Satoru scoffed, keeping his gaze fixed ahead as he continued walking with Cressida clinging to his arm.“What am I supposed to do when you wander around like an infant? And stop gripping so tightly—”

“You’re incredible.” Cressida let out an indignant huff as they finally reached their carriage. “I shall stay at His Majesty’s palace. At least there, I am afforded the respect I deserve.”

“Good. At least I don’t have to deal with you for the rest of the night.” Satoru retorted, his voice laced with sarcasm as he helped her into the carriage.

“Don’t think I will go easy on you.” Cressida warns before parting ways as she takes a different carriage from Satoru.

“You may be born into the echelons of royalty, with every desire within your grasp. However, mere lineage does not inherently confer the stature of a true man.” Ewart's words echoed in his mind, haunting him as memories flooded back. Satoru sat in silence during the ride home, the weight of those words bearing down upon him, stirring a tempest of emotions within him.

“Ewart. Have you come here to inflict upon me the same humiliation you wrought years ago?” Satoru whispered to himself, his words carried away by the evening breeze.

“The child's pulse is swift, and her skin is exceedingly warm to the touch.” The doctor observed. “She appears to have a high fever. To reduce it, we shall apply cold compresses so the child can have a restful sleep.” He instructed the worried couple, glancing at the child who lay on the bed, her fever steadfastly high.

“You stated that you found her in the woods, correct?”

“Yes, Doctor. We found her just yesterday, lying on the forest floor. She hasn't woken up since.”

“Could you provide more details about the circumstances of her discovery and any symptoms she exhibited at the time?”

“Well, she had this small wound on her leg but my husband already treated it with rising water. Could that be the cause?”

The doctor nodded, lifting the blanket to examine the little girl's leg. “This wound is indeed inflamed and shows signs of suppuration, which indicates it may be infected.” He continued. “We must cleanse it thoroughly to prevent septicemia, which is a severe infection that can spread throughout the body. I'll clean it with carbolic acid to disinfect it and then dress it properly. Additionally, I will administer antibiotics to combat any existing infection and reduce the risk of it spreading further. We must act swiftly to ensure her recovery and prevent any complications.”

“We understand, Doctor. Is there anything we can do?” The couple inquired anxiously.

“Yes, there are further steps you can take.” The doctor advised. “Ensure the child remains well-hydrated. Encourage her to drink small sips of water or broth frequently. If the fever does not abate or if she shows signs of worsening—such as increased agitation, profound lethargy, or convulsions, send for me immediately. We may need to resort to more drastic measures, such as bloodletting, although that is a last resort.”

“Your vigilance is crucial. Once I'm done, I shall return tomorrow to evaluate her progress and determine if further intervention is necessary.”

“Thank you immensely, Doctor. Your guidance shall be heeded diligently.” The couple expressed profound gratitude.

Gradually, the fever abated, owing to the doctor's meticulous instructions. However, the small child remained ensconced in slumber, a condition the doctor assured was a normal facet of recovery.

From the doorway, a boy with black locks observed the sleeping form, his mother's admonishments echoing in his ears, cautioning him against disturbing her convalescence. Yet, an insatiable curiosity compelled him to surreptitiously check on her condition. The boy's youthful mind brimmed with endless inquiries. Aware that he had lingered too long, the boy knew he must depart before inviting his mother's reprimand for disobedience. However, the rustle of bed sheets and the girl's muted groans arrested his movement. He approached cautiously, his gaze fixated on her distressed countenance. His hand extended hesitantly, intending to offer comfort, but fate intervened as the girl stirred and, at long last, opened her eyes. A charged silence enveloped the room as the two children locked gazes.

The girl's eyes widened, as she sat upright with a sudden jolt. “Who are you?” She demanded, her voice raspy with panic. Initially, at a loss for words, the boy grappled with the delicate task of approaching the girl in her vulnerable state, recognizing her likely confusion and fear. However, his demeanor exuded a quiet tenderness, which seemed to have a pacifying effect on the girl, causing her frantic breaths to gradually ease.

“I beg your pardon. It was never my intention to frighten you.” The boy spoke softly, his voice imbued with sincerity.

The girl remained silent, her hair cascading around her face as her hands clenched the bedsheets tightly. Her gaze remained low, avoiding direct eye contact with the boy.

“Do you...remember anything?” He inquired, choosing his words carefully, as if afraid to disturb the fragile calm that enveloped them.

After a brief interlude, the girl gently shook her head, lifting her gaze ever so slightly. “I don't remember anything.” She confessed softly, her tone tinged with vulnerability.

The boy nodded before introducing himself, his words measured yet imbued with a sense of earnestness. “I am Suguru Geto. My family and I reside in this estate. We discovered you unconscious in the woods and brought you here for care.” He explained, observing the girl's passive demeanor with a hint of concern. Undeterred, he continued, “Do you recall your name?”

Observing her reticence, he sighed softly, preparing to take his leave, turning on his heel. Just as he was about to depart, the girl's voice broke the silence.

“(Y/N).” She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “My name is (Y/N).”

From that day forth, a beautiful friendship blossomed.

The jovial laughter of her husband reverberated throughout the room, his disbelief evident at his wife's words. “Why are you like this? Shouldn't we rejoice that our son has found a companion?” He queried.

His wife let out a weary sigh, delicately lifting her teacup to her lips before responding. “Indeed, I am pleased that he has found a friend, apart from the prince's son. Yet, should we not be concerned about the propriety of a friendship between a man and a woman? Isn’t scandalous enough?” She pondered aloud, a hint of worry coloring her words.

Her husband erupted into laughter, his amusement verging on hysteria as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. “Oh, my dear, spare me such concerns. They are children.”

“Your laughter may be light now, but you will see when they mature, expectations will loom over them.” His wife cautioned, her demeanor now marked by solemnity as she expressed her apprehensions.

The other man sighed, his hand reaching across the table to gently grasp hers, offering a reassuring squeeze. “Are you harboring doubts about our ability to prepare them for such eventualities?”

She nodded slowly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. “I simply hope that they will have the wisdom to make the right decisions when the time comes.”

“Indeed, that is precisely why we are here—to guide and support them as they navigate the complexities of life.”

Her attention then turned towards the window beside her, where her son and the girl they had taken into their home were engaged in playful camaraderie, their laughter and smiles painting the scene with warmth and innocence. Observing their bond, she felt a swell of fondness envelop her, mingled with a sense of responsibility to safeguard their happiness and well-being as they journeyed through life together.

“My dear.” Her beloved interjected, diverting her gaze with a gentle call, prompting her to turn her attention back to him. “Do you not find that (Y/N) embodies the ideal match for our son?” He posited, his words laced with earnest contemplation as he awaited her reaction.

“What are you saying?” She countered, her brows furrowing in incredulity. “You've completely lost your senses.”

“It is a notion not to be dismissed lightly.” He asserted, his demeanor composed as he conveyed his perspective. “I firmly believe that friendship forms the most solid foundation for a union of hearts.”

In response, her features softened, her gaze drifting back to the scene beyond the window. “That remains to be seen.” She conceded, her tone contemplative as she considered his perspective. “Once they attain the age of discernment, they shall determine whether their bond shall remain steadfast in friendship or evolve into the tender blossoms of love.”

“Ah, well look that radiant smile.” Suguru remarked, his observant gaze capturing your carefree demeanor. As the two of you readied yourselves to convene with Satoru at his estate, Suguru couldn't help but be taken aback by your uncharacteristic anticipation, considering your usual apprehension towards social gatherings.

You emitted a soft hum as you gracefully traversed past him, settling onto the furniture in the living room with an air of ease. “There's no specific reason.” You replied, your smile lingering as you met his gaze. “Is it truly unusual for me to be smiling?”

Taking his place beside you, Suguru offered a congenial grin. “Indeed, it is quite out of the ordinary.” He quipped gently, a fond glimmer in his eyes.

“Ah, you're just teasing me like usual.”

He didn't reply right away instead he reached to tuck a loose lock of your hair behind your ear. “Could it be that Ewart has left an impression on you, igniting this newfound spark within?” He ventured, his words carrying a hint of intrigue.

You offered a light shrug, a serene expression gracing your features. “I simply have a premonition that today will unfold favorably.”

“If you say so.”

Soon, a servant made their entrance, announcing the readiness of the carriage. With a swift movement, you rose from your seat, gathering your gown, shooting a flashy smile towards the other over your shoulder. “I find solace in the absence of Miss Geto's reprimands as I dash like an impulsive child.” You quipped lightly before dashing out of the room like an overexcited infant.

Observing your spirited departure, Suguru emitted a soft sigh, his expression adorned with a wistful smile. “This girl.”

The morning breeze gently caressed Satoru's face as he chose to ride his horse, Meadow. She had been his unwavering companion through his most distressing moments, providing comfort and steadfast loyalty. He hadn't caught a wink of sleep, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the day ahead. Now that the day had arrived, restlessness took hold of him. Had it been a mistake to invite Ewart over? No, he mustn't waver now. He was determined to uncover the reasons behind Ewart's sudden return. At least, that was what he hoped to achieve?

“Whitfield, don't be so hard on the prince!” The voices from his past echoed in his mind, recalling how society had witnessed his many defeats against Ewart, who always seemed to emerge victorious.

Ewart, the perpetual cheater.

It might seem immature to hold on to these past losses, however Ewart had not only beaten him in competitions but had also overshadowed him, tarnished his honor, usurped his friends, and stolen his beloved—

“Satoru!” A voice called out, pulling him from his reverie. Distracted by the intrusion, he inadvertently nudged Meadow in a sensitive spot with his heel. The horse neighed loudly and bolted abruptly, throwing Satoru off balance. He had been riding bareback, without a saddle, making it nearly impossible to regain control.

“Meadow!”

Meadow reared up on her hind legs, and Satoru was thrown off, landing with a splash in the garden pond. The cold water enveloped him, drenching him from head to toe.

“Satoru!”

“Friend, are you alright?” Sitting up, his locks of snowy hair veiling his eyes, he let out a sigh, sweeping his hand through his hair to clear his vision. With his sight restored, he spotted Suguru and yourself rushing to his side, concern etched on your faces. Suguru was the first to reach him, offering a helping hand. Satoru accepted it gratefully as he rose from the pond, water dripping from his attire.

“I'm fine, thankfully. I didn't strike my head too severely.”

“Satoru, are you quite certain—” Your words tapered off as you cleared your throat delicately, your face growing warm. Satoru arched a brow at your hesitance, and as he followed your gaze, he discerned your discreet scrutiny of his disheveled state.

Suguru, ever the diplomat, interjected with a soft chuckle, addressing you first. “Perhaps it would be prudent for you to await our return indoors.”

Becoming aware of your scandalous stare you acquiesced with a quick nod, obediently pivoting on your heel to depart.

“Suguru.” Satoru called out, a note of frustration evident in his voice as he rested a hand on his hip, his gaze fixed upon the ground. Suguru hummed in acknowledgment, signaling his readiness to listen.

“When will the day come that I cease to make a spectacle of myself in the presence of (Y/N)?” He lamented.

Suguru offered a nonchalant shrug, his arms folded across his chest. “That remains to be seen.” He replied, his expression betraying a hint of amusement at Satoru's vexation.

Satoru voiced his frustration with a groan, as he turned away from his companion. “Ethelred.” he commanded addressing his advisor knowing he was nearby. “Please see to it that Meadow is returned to the stables at once.”

Today promises to be quite the endurance test.

Oh, what a torture. Satoru thought as all of you gathered, chatting over tea and pastries. Rosalie and Ewart arrived shortly after you and Suguru. Due to his lack of sleep, Satoru's boredom was at its peak, especially since Ewart deemed it a splendid idea to regale everyone with tales of his life, clearly aiming to impress you with his experiences. How insufferably self-centered could one be? The prince, slumped in his chair, may have appeared indecorous, but in this state, he found it impossible to summon the energy to care.

“Lord Whitfield, I see that you're quite fond of sports and, moreover, exceptionally skilled at them.” You expressed, your admiration evident as Ewart trailed off about one of his passions. You were eager to hear more, your eyes alight with genuine interest.

“Ah, thank you for your kind words, Miss (Y/N).” Ewart replied with a gracious smile. “Are you fond of any particular activities yourself?”

“Well, I do enjoy indulging in the spectacle of horse racing. Although I am not well-versed in many sports, Suguru and I spent much of our youth engrossed in games of croquet.”

After you finally spoke, breaking Ewart's seemingly endless monologue, Satoru's eyes opened slightly with interest, his gaze landed on you. He leaned in subtly, intrigued by the conversation now that you had joined in.

“That’s right. Friend, if you ever join a game with her, be warned—she doesn’t take losses lightly.” Suguru remarked, a mischievous glint in his eye. You shot him an unharmed glare, which only made Ewart laugh heartily.

Silently, Satoru lifted his teacup, taking a sip as the conversation continued around him. He hoped the tea might provide a much-needed boost of energy, allowing him to endure the social engagement a bit longer.

“Reminds me of someone I know. Can you recall, Your Highness?” Ewart said, casting a pointed glance at Satoru.

Caught off guard, Satoru nearly choked on his tea. Clearing his throat, he began with a subtle rasp in his voice, endeavoring to maintain his composure while striving to conceal his annoyance. “Ah, Ewart, your recollection of past events is impeccable.”

“Oh, were you two rivals in the past?” Rosalie interjected, her curiosity piqued by the direction of the conversation.

“Ah, undoubtedly. His Highness has always been a most intriguing opponent.” Satoru suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Ewart's comment, opting instead for a dignified silence.

“That's it!” You exclaimed with fervor, your hands clasping together in excitement. “How about we all indulge in a game of croquet?”

“What a splendid idea! What do you think, Suguru?” inquired Ewart, turning to his friend for confirmation.

Feeling a touch hesitant, Suguru eventually relented. “I see no reason why we shouldn't indulge.”

“Ah, regrettably, I must admit I’m unfamiliar with the intricacies of croquet.” Rosalie admitted, a hint of uncertainty in her words. “Would I still be able to play?”

Suguru, in response, bestowed upon her a gentle gaze, discreetly squeezing her hand in reassurance. “There’s no need to worry, we will guide you through it.”

Observing the tender exchange between the couple, you couldn’t help but be charmed by their affectionate bond.

“Then it’s settled. If you don’t mind, Your Highness. Would you be kind enough to provide us with an equipment?”

“Certainly.”

As his guests were too engrossed into the conversation, Satoru seized the opportunity to summon his advisor. With a subtle gesture, he beckoned Ethelred closer, speaking in hushed tones meant only for his ears. “Fetch us a set of croquet.”

“But, Your Highness. We do not possess such equipment, as you have not previously shown interest in the sport.”

“I am well aware of that, Ethelred.” He replied firmly. “However, we cannot let our guests know that. Now, make haste.”

With a courteous nod, Ethelred departed to carry out his instructions. Seamlessly rejoining the conversation, his eyes locked with yours for a fleeting moment but it felt like an eternity. Satoru felt a tumultuous swirl of emotions stirring within him whenever his eyes took the sight of you. You have no idea how much you have influenced him.

“Welcome, Miss Evelyn.” The servant saluted, extending a hand to assist Miss Evelyn Geto as she disembarked from her carriage.

“Thank you, Alfred.” Evelyn replied graciously, acknowledging her trusted confidant and the vigilant guardian of her estate in her absence.

“Ma'am, I am to inform you that Lord Geto and Miss (Y/N) departed earlier. I was apprised that they were headed to the prince's estate to partake in a day of leisure.”

“Ah, those two. They couldn't wait for my arrival. I had hoped to surprise them with what I brought, especially the new dresses I procured for my dear (Y/N).” She replied with a touch of wistfulness, her words directed at Alfred as they entered the mansion.

“Ma'am, I must also inform you that Miss Schuyler has arrived and is adamant about waiting for your return.”

Evelyn paused mid-step, turning to face Alfred with an exasperated expression. “Don't tell me.” she muttered under her breath. Miss Schuyler was, after all, an old acquaintance, but one who often proved to be more of a burden than a blessing.

“Evelyn, dereast!”

Oh heavens, please give me strength, Evelyn thought, steeling herself for the inevitable encounter. She turned with a forced smile, preparing to greet Miss Schuyler with as much grace as she could muster.

“What a delightful surprise.” She replied, her tone carefully measured as Miss Schuyler took hold of her hands.

“I knew you would be happy to see me.” Miss Schuyler gushed, “Now, how about we sit down and catch up? Unless, of course, you have other matters to attend to.”

“Not at all.” Evelyn responded smoothly, concealing any hint of reluctance. “Attending to my esteemed guest is my utmost priority now.”

She gestured her towards the drawing room, silently resigning herself to the forthcoming conversation.

Miss Schuyler, a middle-aged woman and mother of two daughters, harbored ambitions for her children, particularly her youngest, who remained unmarried for reasons undisclosed. Evelyn had long suspected that Miss Schuyler's frequent visits were not merely social calls but thinly veiled attempts to secure a match between her son and her youngest daughter. Though she had yet to broach the subject directly, her intentions seemed transparent.

Evelyn pondered this as they settled into the drawing room, Miss Schuyler chattering away about society gossip and the latest fashions.

“My dear, you know we have been friends for many years, and I would gladly do anything for you.”

“The sentiment is entirely mutual.”

Miss Schuyler leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as if to share a closely guarded secret. “However, I must address a matter that has come to my attention as of yesterday, although I cannot be certain of its veracity.”

This piqued Evelyn's interest. “What matter might that be?”

“It appears there is some gossip circulating about your household, particularly concerning your son's recent associations. I hesitate to give credence to idle talk, but I felt it was my duty as a friend to bring it to your attention.”

“Please dont frighten me and be clear, I beg you.”

“I am certain you are aware that your son and Miss (Y/N) attended the soirée at Palais Guille last night. It has come to my attention that your son was seen in the company of a common woman—a seamstress, no less. How scandalous is that?”

The other's mind raced as she considered the implications of this revelation. “A seamstress?”

“It seems this seamstress has caught his eye, and they were seen engaging in what appeared to be a rather intimate conversation. You can imagine the talk it has sparked among the attendees.”

Evelyn's heart tightened at the thought of her son being embroiled in a scandal. She knew about his son's dalliances but never once she heard of one being displayed publicly.

However, Miss Schuyler's words continued before she could think of a solution. “One would hope, It would be most unfortunate if this liaison were to tarnish your family's esteemed reputation. Well, I see that you need time to ponder this matter, so I shall take my leave.” Miss Schuyler said, her tone tinged with a subtle satisfaction however it went unnoticed.

Evelyn set her thoughts aside and rose gracefully from her seat. “Thank you for bringing this matter to my attention. I appreciate your concern and the information you have shared.”

“You are entirely welcome.” Miss Schuyler responded, her voice carrying a faint hint of triumph.

With a cordial nod, she escorted her guest to the door, maintaining her composure despite the storm of thoughts brewing within her mind.

“Gentlemen, I fear I shall secure victory with undue haste.” You declared with a sly grin, swinging your mallet with confident finesse.

Ewart laughed beside you. “I wouldn’t be so certain of that.” he retorted.

Yet, after several spirited matches, you managed to triumph.

“What’s gotten into you today?” Suguru whispered to his friend as they stood side by side. “Why did you invite Ewart all of a sudden? Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Satoru glanced in your direction for a moment before responding, “I was just being courteous.”

Suguru hummed, not convinced by his friend's explanation. “I know you better than that. You probably invited him to keep a close eye on him. How can you still hold a grudge over things that happened years ago?”

“You deem my stance childish, yet it transcends mere wounded pride.” Satoru articulated, his tone tinged with solemnity. “There exist matters between him and me that remain undisclosed.”

“Then enlighten me.” Suguru implored with genuine concern, “Help me understand. Whatever it is, I’m here to listen.”

“Your highness, it appears to be your turn!” Ewart’s voice interjected, breaking their conversation.

“We’ll revisit this matter later.” Satoru declared, his tone final as he grasped his mallet, preparing to take his turn in the game.

Observing the men deftly scoring through the wickets, you and Rosalie retreated to the sidelines.

“They do seem to be in high spirits, don’t they?” Rosalie remarked.

“Indeed, they are.” You concurred. “After all, they share a longstanding camaraderie.”

Turning the conversation, Rosalie noted, “Speaking of liveliness, it appears you’ve taken quite a liking to Lord Whitfield, despite only recently making his acquaintance last evening.”

“Ah, indeed. He is undeniably an intriguing individual to acquaint oneself with.”

“I am glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Rosalie?” You asked. “May I be frank with you?”

“Certainly, dear.” Rosalie replied warmly, encouraging your candor. “Feel free to speak your mind.”

“I have known Suguru since I was a child. I may not know what he’s thinking or what he may do next, but what I’m certain is the countenance of one smitten by love. I may be naive in the intricate tapestry of romantic affairs yet the visage of affection is unmistakable. I extend my sincerest wishes for you and Suguru. Of course, if you wish to stay by him just as him wishes to stay with you.”

Rosalie was taken back by yours, her expression softening with gratitude. “Thank you. Your kindness is truly appreciated.”

You stretched out your free hand to grasp hers. “You’re very welcome.”

“Ladies,” Suguru seeks you both, “You’re missing out on the game.”

Sharing a last glance, both of you approach the rest.

“Ah, merely because of your skills doesn’t signify the conclusion of the game.” Satoru remarked towards you, imbuing his words with a playful air.

“Your Highness, I am grateful for your insight. You’re right, I shall not let my guard down just yet.” With that, both of you shared a laugh.

As the game progressed, Rosalie opted to take a brief respite, choosing to observe from the sidelines. Satoru’s shot veered off course, failing to score through the wicket. Ewart taking advantage of the opportunity, he used his turn to collide his ball with Satoru’s causing the other to land further from the rest.

He let a silent huff, turning to his rival. “Some things never change, don’t they?” He remarked evenly.

Adopting a nonchalant demeanor, he merely shrugged. “It just makes the game even more interesting.”

Oh, it’s on.

You soon joined Rosalie, withdrawing to witness the culmination of the match. With only Suguru, Ewart and Satoru left. Ewart’s concentration wavered unexpectedly, resulting in a missed shot that could have been a victory. However, Satoru, ever the strategist, used this chance with a sly grin adorning his face. With a deft display of skill, he rolled up his sleeves and adjusted his stance. He executed a flawless stroke, while also kicking Ewart’s ball much further away. As his ball sailed through the final wicket, he secured his victory with an impressive shot.

“Good shot, Your Highness!” A round of applause erupted from the spectators, as the game concluded.

“An impressive shot indeed, Your Highness,” Ewart commented as he approached the Prince, his tone layered with a subtle challenge. “I must admit, I was taken aback by your restraint earlier. Quite uncharacteristic for my old opponent. Perhaps we should consider revisiting our past pursuits, such as horse racing or cricket, activities we are more familiar with. It would be a splendid opportunity to relieve those glory days.”

“I find that prospect highly doubtful.”

Ewart’s eye twitched imperceptibly, a sign of his growing irritation. “I beg your pardon?”

“With all due respect. I believe some things would be better left in the past.”

The tension between the two men escalated, each licking eyes in a silent battle of wills. However, Suguru, being the voice of the reason, intervened diplomatically. “Gentlemen, the game has concluded.” He said, attempting to diffuse the mounting tension. “Perhaps we can shift our focus to other activities.”

Despite Suguru’s efforts, the animosity lingered in the air. Before the situation could escalate further, his advisor’s voice interrupts. “Your Highness, Miss Cressida has arrived.” He announced, adding another layer of complexity to an already tense situation.

Satoru’s expression soured further at the news, realizing that his day was about to become even more challenging.

Cressida, resplendent in her regal attire, approached the group. “Good day, I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all.” Ewart replied, “We were merely engaged in a match of croquet. Would you care to join us?”

Cressida politely declined, shaking her head with a demure smile. “I must decline your generous offer, I am not particularly fond of sports. I have come to spend time with my betrothed.”

The revelation of her engagement elicited varying degrees of astonishment from the group. Suguru who had assumed her to be a mere companion from last night’s evening. Who would have thought she was the prince’s fiancé?

“In that case, perhaps we should take our leave.” Suguru suggested.

“That will be the best. We can arrange another gathering at a more suitable time. I would like to know you all better.”

You noticed right away the disdainful glance Cressida cast in Rosalie’s direction. What was her problem?

Turning to Satoru, you offered a courteous bow. “I have thoroughly enjoyed our time together today, Your Highness. Thank you for your hospitality.” The air here was even more tense as the group made their way out of the gardens.

Once they were out of earshot, Satoru turned to Cressida with a hardened expression. “How dare you speak to my guests in such a manner? Who do you think you are!”

She remained unruffled at the other’s sharp words. “I cannot tolerate the presence of that seamstress.” She retorted icily. “Have you heard the recent gossip? How can you, a Prince, associate yourself with such lowly women? And as for Miss (Y/N), living off the wealth of others so shamelessly.”

His patience wore thin at her audacity, “You would do well to mind your tongue.” He cautioned.

However, Cressida remained steadfast. “I have warned you before. I will shape you into the husband I need. Whether you like it or not. And if you dare to defy me, remember your father's watchful gaze is never far behind.”

With a frustrated groan, Satoru stormed off. This life had become a cage. Its constraints tightened around him with each step.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if some scenes are not accurate, I don’t know much about croquet 🤣. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter cuz there’s more to come!

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Drowning Inside You II

Summary:

Aemond and Valaera settle into life as married couple and Valaera's heat arrives earlier than expected.

-Features an Aemond POV.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Warning(s): Mini Time Skip, Inner thoughts, Language, Kissing, Smut, Heat/Rut Cycle, P in V, Breeding Kink, Knotting, Mild Angst, Possessive Behaviour.

Word Count: 4620

Author Note: An Alpha/Omega Story.

Inspired by the song Call My Name by EMO + Yolo.

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

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Ever since Valaera had taken his eye that night on Driftmark, Aemond had envisioned the various ways in which he would exact his revenge against Valaera Velaryon.

Maimed, half blind and now the rider of the largest dragon in the world.

For years he’d hated her, even thinking about Valaera would send Aemond into a rage of epic proportions.

He would spend hours in the training yard, sparring with Ser Criston or deliberately starting fights with other Alpha’s.

His only reprieve from it all was Vhagar.

She was far too large to be housed inside the dragon pit, so she had taken to resting in an outcropping of caves beyond the Red Keep.

His old girl didn’t fit in anywhere and neither did he.

Even before he lost his eye, he never felt part of anything, his older brother was a massive twat, and his sweet sister was far too invested in her bugs too notice anything else. Even his younger brother Daeron was a stranger to him.

His older brother was rather fond of making Aemond suffer through his awful practical jokes, and relentless teasing. Even more so when their ‘strong’ nephew would join in.

Behold the Pink Dread.

Valaera was the only one to apologise for the pig, offering her uncle some lemon cakes she’d managed to steal from the kitchens.

After Driftmark, Aemond devoted himself to his studies and training. Becoming the perfect second son, even as Aegon would squander every opportunity that was given to him.

Before his presentation as an Omega, Aegon would spend his days drunk and cock deep in some whore on the streets of silk.

Yet all that stopped when he was given in marriage to Jacaerys Velaryon. Aemond had to admit he thoroughly enjoyed the look of horror on Aegon’s face when their father announced their union.

Yet his brother for all his desire to flee Kings Landing on the back of Sunfyre remained and married his strong bastard, with the pair of them becoming so happy it would make Aemond’s stomach turn.

Since she cost him his eye, Valaera would avoid Aemond like the plague. Always fleeing the room whenever Aemond entered or hiding behind her mother’s skirts.

Which suited Aemond just fine, the less time he spent in the company of Valaera the better. Yet as he got older, he realised it wasn’t just hate that he felt for Valaera. It was something far deeper. Rooted in his very core.

At first, he was unsure what it was.

But as Valaera got older and presented as an Omega, one sniff of Valaera’s sweet scent and that was it.

Aemond knew it was no longer hate that was driving him. It was desire.

As his niece grew from a plain faced pup into a stunningly beautiful pearl. Aemond knew he was done for.

Countless nights he would imagine the pretty noises his niece would make as he took her to bed and ravished her with his tongue, his fingers, and his cock.

Valaera always had this way of looking at him and it would drive him to the brink of insanity.

Those beautiful brown doe eyes, so innocent. So perfect.

Aemond would strip his cock raw every night as he fucked his fist, to the thought of Valaera.

Of course, the girl was still terrified of him and while part of him still rather enjoyed it, another was so desperate to have the Omega that he would do anything.

Aemond knew that suitors would soon come to Kings Landing in their droves to beg for the hand of Driftmark's heir.

The pearl of the realm, given in marriage to some unworthy dog.

No, he wouldn’t allow it. Valaera had left her mark on him when she'd carved out his eye and Aemond would ensure that the Omega would belong to him and no other.

It was easy enough to convince his father. After all, Aegon’s marriage to Jacaerys had been successful. The two of them had already been blessed with one pup and Aegon was currently expecting their next.

His mother however was more resistant to the match and Aemond prayed every night to the seven that his father would remain steadfast in his decision.

Luckily the gods answered his prayers and now Valaera Velaryon belonged to him.

Bound for life.

Aemond thought nothing could top the sight of Valaera at their wedding.

Oh, how wrong he was.

The sight of his sweet Omega laid bare before him, begging to be bred would remain with Aemond far beyond his death.

He could feel his cock going stiff at the thought of fucking Valaera again.

But that would have to wait, as Criston’s morningstar came flying towards him. The shield in his hand shattered upon impact. Discarding the splinted wood, Aemond expertly dodged the repeated attacks and soon his sword was pointed at the Kings guard’s throat.

“Well done my Prince. You’ll be winning tourneys in no time”.

“I don’t give a shit about tourney’s” replied Aemond as he spun the long sword in his hand and cast his eyes to the sky, watching two dragons race each other.

Aemond smiled when he heard his Omega’s gleeful laughter, as her dragon Arrax nimbly darted around Vermax and shot off into the clouds.

In the weeks since her wedding to Aemond, Valaera had come to realise that being married to him wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

In public he was stoic and quiet, always standing with his arms folded behind his back, his posture rigid and firm yet in private he was passionate and unyielding. He was a giving lover in the marriage bed and he would often seek her touch during the night, ensconcing her in his arms, making her feel safe.

On this particular day, Aemond was training as usual so Valaera decided to visit the library, there were so many books that she wished to read before her next name day.

Aegon of course had previously made fun of her calling her a 'bookworm' and then stated that her and Aemond were perfect for one another as he loved books too, what Aegon didn't know was that sometimes Aemond would join Valaera in the library and he would fuck her against one of the bookcases and not much reading would be done on those occasions.

During her reverie Valaera began to notice that the walk back to her chambers felt peculiar. The latent arousal swirling inside her as she thought of her Alpha felt different, but in a really familiar way strangely enough. Her breath suddenly became more laboured, and a tingling sensation appeared inside her.

The empty feeling in the pit of her stomach becoming more pronounced.

Surely this couldn’t be her. Oh no. The Maesters had always been accurate about her heats. She wasn’t expecting it for another few weeks.

But something was off, extremely off, because soon she felt her legs start to shake with every step she took, and she was practically hyperventilating.

The closer she got to the chambers she shared with Aemond, everything started to blur, even the light, it was so bright that she had to shut her eyes, it made her stop in her tracks and lean against the wall.

The arousal she previously felt in her abdomen had now turned into excruciating pain. Valaera could smell almost every single Alpha in the Red Keep, but the scent of HER Alpha overpowered them all, she needed him.

Oh, gods she needed him so much, she felt so empty, she needed his knot, she needed his seed, she needed to be filled with her Alpha.

Slick started running down her legs, she was so wet, and her clothes felt so constricting, she needed to get them off before she was suffocated.

“Princess. Are you alright, shall I alert your mother?” asked a guard, he was sweating profusely, his scent was making Valaera feel sick, his voice was too loud, and he was too close to her. She wanted to run away, she wanted to run to Aemond, but her legs were completely useless.

The tears began running down her cheeks, she was getting desperate.

Alpha. Please. I need you. I’m frightened. Where are You?

Then she heard a loud growl. Her Alpha’s growl.

Yes! Yes! Her Alpha had come for her! Her Alpha had come to finally breed her!

Valaera’s inner Omega let out a loud cry, practically a scream as she heard the growl, eager to reunite with her Alpha.

“Get. Away. From MY OMEGA” snarled Aemond his voice was deep, low, and dangerous, his scent dark and violent.

He sized up the guard with his remaining eye, growling once again. The guard growled back at first but quickly retreated once the full force of Aemond’s Alpha pheromones permeated through the air.

Aemond turned his attention to Valaera, throwing himself at his whimpering Omega. He put his arms under Valaera’s legs and back, lifted her up and began to carry her toward their chambers.

Valaera swung her arms around Aemond and buried her face in his neck. She began to desperately kiss and suck on Aemond’s throat, she couldn’t help himself, she needed to get closer to her Alpha’s fucking intoxicating scent.

Both of them were a sweaty mess by the time they reached their chambers. Valaera couldn’t keep her hands off of Aemond, nor could she stop scenting and sucking on the mating mark on his neck.

Aemond nuzzled her neck affectionately, then he reached down and grabbed Valaera’s behind, squeezing it hard. His Omega responded by moaning loudly before unlacing his breeches and shoving her hand inside to fondle his cock, which had grown rock hard. Valaera needed it deep inside her now or she would explode.

Aemond grabbed her jaw and turned her face upwards so he could reach her mouth. The Alpha’s tongue felt so good in her mouth, she had to moan once again, this time into Aemond’s mouth, making him grunt loudly in response while still kissing her. 

They fell backwards together, landing on the bed, never once breaking their kiss.

Aemond was a grunting mess, almost whimpering every time Valaera’s tongue swirled around his. Their clothes were a hinderance, and they needed to get them off.

So that they could feel each other properly. Aemond hooked his fingers into the seams of Valaera’s dress and ripped it from her body, buttons and fabric flew everywhere.

Aemond’s breeches were the next victim, shredded to pieces as he clawed at them, his tunic was also ripped from his body, the tattered threads landing somewhere on the floor after he discarded them.

Valaera’s eyes rolled back into her head as she felt her Alpha’s naked body against her own.

Aemond’s pheromones burned brighter as his mouth dove into her scent gland, sucking eagerly while scraping his teeth against the mark he’d previously left on her skin. Valaera was absolutely crazed by the movement.

“My Omega. your scent. It’s so fucking amazing” whispered Aemond, whilst inhaling his wife’s unique scent.

“Take me Alpha, breed me, your Omega needs your seed” begged Valaera.

Tears of joy were rolling down her face, so fucking happy that her Alpha would finally fill the aching emptiness in her abdomen.

Aemond grunted loudly in response and reached down to align his huge cock with Valaera’s dripping wet hole, instantly pushing inside, making them both moan in sync as his hard and pulsing cock found Valaera’s warm, wet heat.

The Alpha thrust his cock into Valaera at a relentless pace almost immediately, giving Valaera no time to adjust to his size. 

Valaera wrapped her legs around Aemond’s waist and squeezed as tightly as she could, she needed to be fucked again and again, she needed her Alpha to pump her full of his seed and put a pup inside of her. 

Her Alpha fucked her hard and fast, his hips pounding against hers. The sound of skin slapping together echoed around the chambers.

Aemond gave a loud grunt and stilled, throwing his head back while squeezing his eye shut, giving Valaera exactly what she wanted.

Rope after roped of his seed spilled inside his Omega, which made Valaera scream in joy and throw her own head back, as she reached her peak, clenching around her Alpha’s pulsating cock.

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

As Valaera’s legs relaxed and let go of her hold on Aemond, he moved backwards and raised himself to his knees between Valaera’s legs.

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

 Please. Alpha. I need you. Don’t stop. Don’t leave me.

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

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

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

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

His knot started to slowly push inside Valaera, and she let out a feral cry as the knot made its way deeper and deeper inside of her. It swelled up so much, it hurt, it hurt so good.

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

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

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

Valaera was trembling next to him, trying to catch her own breath. The throes of her heat satisfied for now.

But soon it would take hold of her again, her body constantly craving the touch of her Alpha.

For the next three days, she was fucked senseless by Aemond. Everything falling by the wayside as the Alpha took care of his Omega.

After her heat had ended, it took a solid day for both of them to fully recover. They were completely exhausted yet completely satisfied beyond all comprehension.

If Aemond clenched his jaw any harder, his teeth would shatter.

His Omega was stood talking to Alyn of Hull and Aemond hated every single second of it.

I swear if he leans any closer to Valaera. I’ll slit his throat. I’ll tear him limb from limb.

The Alpha inside him was growling, the desire to protect Valaera was overwhelming his senses.

“Brother, you need to relax”.

“I will relax when I remove that Beta cunts fucking head from his shoulders” snarled Aemond.

“He’s only talking to Valaera” sighed Aegon as he gently rocked his newborn pup in his arms.

“I don’t like him leaning close to Valaera like that” muttered Aemond awkwardly.

I don’t like how he looks at Valaera. I don’t like how he smiles at her.

His Alpha was screaming inside his head. Protect. Protect. Protect.

“Alpha instinct, I get it. But in all seriousness, you need to stop lurking in the corner and join the celebration” replied Aegon.

“I need to…Keep an eye on Valaera”.

“No. You need to hold your niece whilst I get some wine” retorted Aegon as he placed his daughter in Aemond’s arms and reached for the nearest pitcher of some ghastly coloured wine that Aemond had always thought looked a little bit like piss.

Probably tastes like it too.

Whilst Aegon was busying himself with the wine. Aemond looked down at his sleeping niece and smiled. She was such a perfect little thing. Whilst her features bore a strong resemblance to Jacaerys, her head was graced with a tiny tuft of silver hair. Yet her older brother Jaehaerys was dark haired and looked more like Aegon.

Aemond wondered what his children would look like. Would they have his silver hair or would they have his Omega’s dark curly locks.

He had thought he would like to have a son first, but as he held his niece, Aemond knew he wouldn’t mind a daughter. A little girl who would sleep on his chest as he read to her, a little girl who would cling to him as he took her on flights with Vhagar. A little girl who he would hold in his heart forever.

Suddenly Aemond was snapped out of his reverie by Maela shrieking loudly.

“She can’t be hungry again” groused Aegon.

“Well, whatever she needs. Only her mother can provide” replied Aemond as he handed Maela to Aegon and returned his attention to Valaera who was still talking to Alyn.

“You’re going to burn a hole in Alyn’s head if you carry on looking at him like that” muttered Jace as he wrapped an arm around Aegon who was busy trying to sooth their daughter.

“I will look however I please” snarled Aemond.

“Oh, for the love of-“ groaned Jace as he spotted Alyn gently placing a hand on Valaera’s arm.

“Aemond. Don’t even think about it” warned Aegon as Jace quickly manoeuvred him and Maela away from Aemond.

HE DARES TO TOUCH WHAT IS MINE!!

Aegon’s warning fell on deaf ears, as Aemond charged across the throne room and viciously shoved Alyn away from Valaera.

“Aemond-What” squeaked Valaera in surprise.

“Don’t ever presume to touch my Omega again” snapped Aemond.

“I-I wasn’t. I-I didn’t mean too” stuttered Alyn.

“Alpha please. You’re making a scene” whispered Valaera.

“I think you need to go and cool off brother” urged Aegon.

“Fuck off Aegon”

“Hey. Don’t speak to my mate like that. We are supposed to be celebrating my daughter’s birth and your ruining it” snapped Jace.

“Fine” retorted Aemond as he turned on his heel and stormed out of the throne room, completely ignoring his mother’s concerned calls.

“I better go after him” muttered Valaera sheepishly.

Stupid Beta thinking he can touch my Omega. Who does he think he is. I should go back in there and…

“Aemond. Wait”.

“What’s with the touching. Why was he touching you?” growled Aemond as he abruptly stopped in the middle of the corridor.

“I felt a little faint and Alyn was just helping me” muttered Valaera as she collided with Aemond.

“Why what’s happened. Do you need a maester?” asked Aemond his anger over Alyn overridden by his concern for Valaera.

“No, I don’t need a maester” replied Valaera.

“Are you sure. If you’re sick, then mayhaps we should get you checked over just to be sure”.

Oh, I knew something was wrong. Valaera’s scent has been different these last few days.

“I’m not sick. Well, I am but…”

I knew it. Something’s wrong. We’ve only been married a few months. I know can’t live without her. I need her to be ok.

“Tell me please Issa dōna omega” murmured Aemond (My sweet omega).

“Alpha. Nyke rūsīr riñnykeā” (I am with child).

“T-Truly” gasped Aemond.

“It might have happened during my heat, but yes, my love. Nyke carry mirrī zaldrīzes iemnȳ hen issa” (I carry a little dragon inside of me).

“My Valaera. My sweet” whispered Aemond as he cupped Valaera’s face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss upon his Omega’s lips.

“A little piece of you and me. Together” mouthed Valaera as she took one of Aemond’s hands and lowered it to her stomach.

She was with child. His Omega was carrying his pup. He was going to be a father.

“Thank you, Issa prūmia” (My heart).

“I guess your possessiveness makes sense now” said Valaera as she wrapped her arms around Aemond and held him close.

 Yes, it did. The need to protect Valaera. The urge to be close. It all made sense now. His Alpha was roaring his delight at impregnating his beautiful Omega.

“I was merely acting on instinct”.

I cannot wait until Valaera’s belly starts swelling. Everyone will see. They will all know who’s babe dwells within. His sweet Valaera all round and soft. Breasts swollen with milk. The thought was very pleasing.

So, pleasing in fact that Aemond could feel himself growing hard in his breeches.

“Please. Alpha” whined Valaera sensing his arousal as she stood on her tip toes and pressed a series of desperate kisses to Aemond’s lips.

“Hm” growled Aemond.

“T-Take me. Please. I need you” begged Valaera.

Aemond didn’t need telling twice. He took his Omega’s hand, and they made their way back to their chambers with every intention of having their own celebration that would end up lasting well into the hours of the night.

As dawn broke, Valaera was far to satisfied and exhausted to even think of leaving the bed. Sharing their good news with the rest of the family would have to wait, until Valaera was sure she could actually walk.

“Drakari pykiros, Tīkummo jemiros, Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vāedis” (Fire breather, winged leader, but two heads, to a third sing).

Valaera closed his eyes at the sound of Aemond’s voice.

“Perzyro udrȳssi, Ezīmptos laehossi, Hārossa letagon, Aōt vāedan” (With words of flame, with clear eyes, to bind the three, to you I sing).

Valaera smiled as he felt Aemond rest his head on the round swell of his stomach.

“Hae mērot gierūli:, Se hāros bartossi, Prūmȳsa sōvīli, Gevī dāerī” (As one we gather, and with three heads, we shall fly as we were destined, beautifully, freely).

Ever since Valaera revealed she was carrying his child, Aemond had devoted himself to pouring over countless books in the library to gain as much information as he could about pregnancy and how to raise a pup. Apparently, he also found a book that said babes can hear sounds from the womb after the sixth moon of pregnancy. So, Aemond never missed a chance to spend time talking or singing to his stomach.

Valaera of course didn’t think too much of it at first, but as her stomach began to swell, and the babe began to kick, she noticed that he or she would always move around more whenever Aemond spoke.

Aemond of course was delighted when Valaera told him. She knew her Alpha was worried about becoming a father, given the fact his own wasn’t a very good one and it terrified Aemond most days, that he would turn out like Viserys.

But Valaera new deep down that Aemond would be a fantastic father, he was utterly devoted to their unborn pup.

“What do you think of the name Rhaegar” muttered Aemond.

“I like it” whispered Valaera.

“But…”

“I l-love you and if we have a son, I wish to honour you in some way, so I was thinking about Vhalarr” asked Valaera nervously twisting the bedsheets between her fingers.

“In honour of my dragon?”

Oh, he hates it. Such a stupid idea. Why did I have to say that? I’m such a fool.

Suddenly Valaera burst into tears.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Valaera. Laera, Talk to me my sweet” whispered Aemond as he moved up the bed and took the sobbing Omega into his arms.

“Y-You hate the name I chose and I-I j-just thought it would b-be nice to h-have an o-original name,” cried Valaera.

“I don’t hate it. I’m truly honoured that you wish to name our pup after my old girl”.

“I-I know how much Vhagar means to you and I just-“ squeaked Valaera as she buried her face into Aemond’s chest.

“Issa jorrāelagon, kostilus ȳdra daor cry” muttered Aemond as he ran his fingers through Valaera’s long dark curls (My love, please don’t cry).

“I-I’m s-sorry. I-I c-can’t help it” sniffed Valaera as she wiped his nose on the sleeve of her robe.

Alpha is here. He will comfort me. He will make everything better.

“Avy jorrāelan sīr olvie Aemond” (I love you so much).

“I love you too Issa dōna” (my sweet).

“S-So you like the name?” asked Valaera, her voice still slightly muffled.

“I do and if we have a son, I will stand proud as he’s given the name his Muña chose” whispered Aemond as he gently lifts Valaera’s face from his chest and places a gentle kiss on her forehead (Mother).

“I-I’m sorry for crying. I just feel so emotional lately”.

“It’s fine. Your carrying our pup” replied Aemond as he rubbed Valaera’s stomach.

“T-Thank you for being so understanding” sniffed Valaera.

Aemond simply smiled and held Valaera tighter. He knew Valaera had been feeling overwhelmed lately with all of the changes her body was going through and as an Alpha he had a duty to soothe and protect his mate, during her delicate time.

After Valaera had fallen asleep, Aemond took the time to admire his Omega’s features. The long dark silky curls, the pale Targaryen skin, her perfectly shaped plump lips. The dark eyes. He once scorned Valaera for her ‘strong’ yet entirely coincidental resemblance to the former commander of the city watch, yet in truth she was wholly unique, in the sea of silver and amethyst.

As he closed his eye, Aemond knew with absolute certainty that he was where he was meant to be.

“A-Aemond. Valzȳrys” whispered Valaera as she gently shook his sleeping Alpha (Husband).

“Hm”

“Aemond. Wake up” urged Valaera.

“Valaera” grumbled Aemond as he began to rouse from his slumber.

“I can’t sleep”.

“Is everything ok? Is it the pup?” exclaimed Aemond as he shot up in alarm.

“The pup is fine. I-I need…Honey cakes”.

“Cake? You’ve woke me up because of cake?” asked Aemond rubbing his eye.

“I can’t stop thinking about it” muttered Valaera.

“Can’t you just wait until morning?” grumbled Aemond.

“No. I can’t sleep because I’m hungry and I keep thinking about cake”.

“Is this like the time you couldn’t stop thinking about pears” mused Aemond.

“That was weeks ago. But yes, it’s exactly the same. I-I can’t help it”.

Aemond sighed and got out of bed. Praying to the seven that the kitchens had some honey cakes left over.

“Avy jorrāelan issa zaldrīzes” (I love you my dragon).

“I’m sure you do Issa prūmia” replied Aemond as he quickly pulled on his breeches and a loose tunic. (My heart).

“Kirimvose” (Thank you).

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he gave Valaera a quick kiss and left their shared chambers.

The Red Keep was eerily silent as Aemond wandered through the corridors towards the kitchens. No doubt the nighttime appearance of a Prince in the kitchens would give the maids something to gossip about for the next few days.

I should be asleep. Yet here I am trawling through the Red Keep in search of Honey Cakes for my Omega.

Aemond Targaryen rider of the mighty Vhagar the last living remnant of Aegon's conquest, reduced to a simple errand boy.

Last time it was pears, this time it’s honey cakes. Whatever next?

This is the last time. I’m being serious. If she wants pears or cakes then next time- Oh, who am I kidding, I will get my sweet Omega anything she wants, whatever it takes to make her happy, anything to see that sweet smile.

Luckily Aemond’s journey to the kitchens was rather uneventful, even if the cook did give him a strange look as she handed over a basket of honey cakes.

Back in his chambers, Aemond quickly decided that it had all been worth it. To see Valaera happily eating her beloved honey cakes made his Alpha pleased that he was taking care of his mate and their unborn pup.

“Right. Now that you’ve got your cakes. I’m going back to bed” exclaimed Aemond as he tugged off his tunic and breeches.

“Well, actually there was something else-“ whispered Valaera as she wiped cake crumbs from around her mouth.

“Oh no what” huffed Aemond momentarily horrified.

However, his horror was rather short lived as his Omega began pulling off her shift.

“I-I desire the touch of my husband”. 

“Is-Is that right?” growled Aemond.

“Please Alpha, I want your knot” begged Valaera as she wrapped her arms around her Alpha’s neck and kissed him. Letting out a small moan as she slid her tongue into Aemond’s mouth.

Aemond smirked as he backed his Omega towards the bed.

A good Alpha should always take care of their Omega.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond x oc #hotd fanfic #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #aemond x original female character #aegon ii targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #prince aemond #aemond #aemond smut #aemond one eye #hotd fic #hotd smut #alpha omega

[cosycafune]

THE WHISPERING, FiRST SNOW; CHOSO KAMO:

a summary of the chapter: you’re bound to be placed into an arranged marriage, simply because that’s what your father requests. but, what happens when the man you promised to see the snow with, for the first time, shows up when the snowfall begins? yet, that snowfall is a tradition you are supposed to spend with your arranged fiancé, even if you don’t yearn for it.

a synopsis of acts: angst, mentions of nudity, snowfall, anxiety, crying, guilt, mentions of sex, neglect, confusion, pleading, breaking the ice, talks of the arranged marriage + potential more.

Pelting snow adorns upon your features as you linger within the cultivating snow. It takes everything within you to escape the homely grasp of the snow, treading towards Choso’s presence.

Even as one so lavish, foolishly rich and established, your heart still longs for the beauty of the soldier that lingers in front of you. A general that has slaughtered the vacancy of your heart, storing himself within.

An ounce of you knows that marrying the man in front of you is something malicious, scandalous and full of misfortune. Yet, your heart yearns to gather and decipher the mystery of Choso Kamo. A playful but reserved man to you, but a relentless killer to the eyes of many within battle.

Innately, you adorn him with all there is to you — but you remain a princess. A princess that an iron-like empire, completely dictated by the traditional aspects of your family. A royal family that longs to set you with the suitor, Satoru Gojo, instead of the man who lingers in front of you.

Even battered and bruised, the mentally and physically stained aspects of him grow ignored by your family. As Choso pools with an unheard magenta hue, he’s still adorned with the uncertainty of a well groomed you. Someone who reaps the benefits of him, concealing your secret relationship as he does so with you — his heart residing in the cosiness of you.

The both of you so dearly cherish, love and depict each other in forbidden thorns. Yet, the two of you are home to another, a mellowness that no one else can fathom. Can fathom, even if you are to be subjected to marry a man that wasn’t Choso.

Drawn in by a troubling force of strained conflict, love, angst and undying pain, your eyes greet Choso’s wavering ones. Ones that waver as his fidgety fingers capture the texture of his sword, the snow completely contrasting the darkness of his sickly emotions.

But even with his clear burdens of emotions, the darkness of his strained eyes, Choso still conducts himself into greeting your painfully starry eyes. Eyes that always glimpses at him with unforgiving wisdom, pride, love, hope and fondness.

However, they are licked upon with a clouded guilt that completely consumes you. Innately, you long for Choso to jog over to you, to lift you up and beautifully twirl you, kiss you and cherish you within this beautiful snow. Within the first realms of snow that the two of you have ever viewed together.

After all, despite everything that has happened between the both of you, Choso promised to at least view the first waves of habitable snow with you. It was something he promised to you, as you nakedly lay beside him, coddling him and relishing the slowness of his calm heart. A melodic heart you wish to accompany, listening to their mellow drums and Choso’s rare laugher.

Choso’s here though, within the flesh. Yet, you ponder — steering yourself into igniting thoughts about Choso. They’re undying thoughts as you linger, unsure of how to spew your first words to his desperate expression. An expression that comes for one answer: to find out whether or not you are bound to marry Satoru Gojo.

An emperor, a prince, a dream-like prince charming and the heart of the nation.

“C-Cho’?” Meekly conducting your question, you steer your wavering eyes towards him. Wavering eyes despite you longing for him to elongate the silence, unsure of whether you want him to address the cruel silence and dreary future.

“It’s snowing,” Choso lightly notifies you, his stern eyes overtaken with emotions at your lack of suggestiveness.

“Tell me why you’re really here, Cho’?” Meekly, you accustom yourself into spewing words that deflect your reasoning of truth.

“Is it true that you’re marrying Gojo Satoru?” Gently, Choso questions a wavering you — his wavering arms unable to cool their sombreness.

“Yes, but my papa arranged it!” Whining, you cast yourself into bundling up your troubling dress — running in the unlevelled snow towards a vulnerable Choso.

“Do you want to marry him?” Picking up on the sorrow within Choso’s vocal, you observe him insincerely plaster you within his broad arms — his lips adorning the top of your snow-infested forehead.

“I-I want you, but I can’t evade my father!” Ranting with delightful motivation, you take notice of Choso’s fingers darting down to stain upon your gentle cheek.

“You can’t have me and him,” Glimpsing into Choso’s gentle eyes, your watery eyes are acknowledged by Choso. By Choso as you analyse the battle bruise upon Choso’s supple cheek.

“I-I don’t want to lose you, Cho’, I love you,” Informing him, your lips quiver before Choso raises your chin — plastering his supple lips upon your own.

“I love you, too, but Satoru Gojo’s going to be your husband,” Regretfully, Choso mutters — allowing the intensity of his passionate kisses to reform into ones of temporary desperation.

“He may be father’s best suitor, but you’re who I want,” Softly breathing between your love-stuffed kisses of unaligned structured, you glance at Choso, “I want you! I want you! You, Cho’! I don’t want him!” Weeping, you plunge your longing lips upon his own — unwilling to be drifted from your lover.

“I live a life of battle and war, so there’ll be a day where I don’t come home,” Choso’s words are ignited with a firm stoicism, “Gojo’s the strongest fighter of our generation, he’s beautiful and he’ll be more permanent for you than I am—”

“—Cho’! Don’t say that! I wan’t just you!” Grasping upon the torn lapels of Choso’s shirt, your fingers crumble and recklessly grasp upon Choso’s barely kept together presence.

“With all the jujutsu wars going on, I could die and never come back and he’ll be perfect for you,” Intricately, Choso conducts his points, his plump lips continuously marking your yearning lips, “I think you should consider marrying Satoru, even if it means I can’t have you—”

“—Fuck you! Do you really think I would give up on you that easily?!” Shouting with the urge to be deciphered and heard, you crazily bang upon Choso’s chest — desperate for him to gift you reasons as to why you should define your royal hierarchy.

“No! But tell me when you want to have just me,” Trembling, Choso’s heart falters at the lack of conclusiveness, “I love you, and I’ll wait for you as long as it takes, even if war takes me and I have to find you in our next life—”

“—Thank you for seeing the snow with me, Cho’,” Comfortably thanking Choso, your heart aches the moment you feel him willingly begin to slip from your grasp.

“I couldn’t miss the first snow with you,” Those were the last words Choso had presented you with, all before he cast himself into leaving you within the snow — unpleasantly vacant and in uncomfortable tears.

Vacancy was all that adorned you and the first whispers of snow that you couldn’t escape.

—

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Daemon Targaryen would include:

If he wanted, he would force you to kneel before him. He will force you to beg for mercy. He will force you to grovel and lick his boots. He might force you to say demeaning and horrible things about yourself, about how you are worthless, and how he is your only master. He will force you to do anything, and he would not stop until you were completely broken, until you realized that you were nothing, and he was everything.

He will also force you to work for him or beside him, performing menial tasks or even some of the more difficult ones. He might even force you to take on some of the more dangerous tasks, or put you in harm’s way in the process of accomplishing his goals. Anything he feels you are capable of doing, he will force you to do. And you would comply, because you know that if you did not, you would face punishment. He would not be merciful.

He might force you to do other things, things you don’t want to do, but he finds amusing. He might force you to go without sleep and to tire yourself out, just for his amusement. He might force you to do humiliating tasks, or cruel and degrading things. He might force you to hurt yourself, if that is what pleases him. He will force you to do many things, just for him.

He would be possessive over you. No other person would be allowed to talk to you. If he caught you speaking to another, even to make polite conversation, he would become enraged. He would be obsessed with controlling and protecting you. He would lock you away in his palace to ensure that you do not escape and has no opportunity to meet with another behind his back. He would not allow you to leave him. You would be the only thing in his life, and he would be consumed by his jealousy and obsession with you.

He would follow you everywhere. He would take whatever means to protect you. He would threaten anyone who looked at you. He would be possessive and obsessive. He would keep you close by his side. Any rival suitors would be disposed of in whatever manner was necessary, so you would be his and his alone. He would do horrible things in the name of love. Anything for you.

He would become extremely possessive of you. He would constantly be watching you, wanting to be with you, and to keep all other men or lovers away from you. He would do his best to isolate you from everyone else, to keep you all to himself. He would be extremely jealous whenever you would talk to another or show any interest in anyone else. He would do everything in his power to make you feel and know that he is the only one for you.

He would stalk you, try to find out as much as he can about you, about what you like and dislike, about your routines and patterns. He would plan ways to be alone with you and to spend time together. He would be controlling, he would use every manipulation and scheme in his power to achieve his goal of making you be with him, and with him only. He would be determined, and relentless. He would be ruthless.

He sees you as a prize to be won. He will go to great lengths to protect and provide for you. He will do whatever is necessary to ensure your loyalty and commitment to him. He is passionate and intense. He is relentless in his pursuit. He will never give up.

He’s obsessed with his darling, and he would do anything for you. He’s willing to sacrifice everything and everyone, including himself, to keep you, and he’ll become extremely possessive and jealous. He can be quite violent and ruthless at times, but he can also be incredibly sweet and charming when he needs to be. He will use any means necessary to maintain control of you and keep you all to himself. He will go as far as he needs to in order to secure your love and devotion, and he won't stop until you're his forever.

He would watch from the shadows as you spent time with other people. He would grow increasingly anxious and jealous, unable to focus on anything but the thought of you being with someone else. His mind would fill with scenarios of other people making a move on you, or worse.

He would find ways to make sure you were always with him, even at your own expense. He would force you into spending more time with him, and he would use guilt trips and threats to ensure you obeyed his wishes.

As his obsession grew, he would become volatile. He would experience fits of jealousy and rage when he was not with you, and he would lash out violently against people who came near you or were perceived to be a threat. He would also become incredibly possessive, demanding you stay with him at all times. He might even go so far as to lock you in a room or even kill anyone who came too close to you.

He would shower you with gifts and affection, trying to make you feel loved and wanted so that you would not seek that attention elsewhere. He would also be very controlling and possessive, constantly monitoring your movements and your interactions with others, and he would not hesitate to use guilt, threats, and manipulation to get you to obey him. He would also isolate you from your friends and loved ones and try to make sure that your whole world revolved around him.

His possessiveness and paranoia would push you away, leaving you with few options but to leave. But his love for you would not let you go so easily. He would become enraged, vowing to punish those who forced you away from him. If you dared to move on from him, he would use threats, violence, and even murder to bring you back. It is his worst fear, and he would fight with all his being to prevent it.

As his obsession reached its peak, he would no longer see you as a person, but as his possession. He would treat you like his property to be kept, and he would view any attempts to leave him or spend time with others as a challenge to be overcome. He would become violent, abusive, and obsessive, using any means necessary to keep you. He would control every aspect of your life and force you to obey his every command.

In extreme cases, he may become manipulative and even delusional. He might try and gaslight you into believing that he is the only person you should trust, and everyone else is out to get you. He would create a warped and twisted reality in which everyone is against you both, and only he can protect you. His behavior may become increasingly erratic and out of touch with reality.

In all these cases, he would justify his actions as being for your own good, but it would only be to gain more control and possess you.

He absolutely loves it when you leave scratches on his back. The deeper, the better. He wants to look in the mirror and see the marks you left on him for days at a time. He wears them like a badge of honor.

When you’re giving him a hand-job, he loves having you in his lap, kissing him while you twist your tightened fist around his aching length. If you have him in your mouth than he’ll love it when you keep eye contact with him, slapping his cock against your tongue or hollowing your cheeks around him while he holds the back of your head. 

He definitely has a breeding kink and I refuse to believe otherwise. He’ll try to keep it from you for as long as he can but it isn’t long before the dirty talk slips out and you’re confronted with the truth. Once you explain that you’re fine with it, he gets absolutely filthy: don’t be surprised if he starts talking like a man possessed while you’re in the middle of things. 

He’d also be into a bit of biting. The two of you would be in the heat of the moment and he’d grow feverish, biting down on your shoulder harshly and tugging at the flesh before running his tongue against the wound soothingly. It’s somewhat instinctual so it’s not particularly something he can help; though he’ll try his hardest not to do it if you really don’t want him to. 

Daemon is secretly soft for you, so expect to have him pressing kisses to your skin every other minute and running his hands down your body.

He’s a dom, but it isn’t really set in stone. He likes giving commands and being a bit of a jerk, so there’s obviously going to be a power struggle, but occasionally he’ll just pause and say “Fine. Give it your best shot.” and enjoy the ride.

Sit on his face!, regardless if he's the one not getting pleasure from it he very much enjoys seeing the blissful look on your face or when your eyes roll back when he keeps going after you came.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon x reader #daemon x you #house of the dragon #tw yandere #yandere #yandere daemon targaryen

[ybon-paramoux]

‘Der Unerbittliche Freier’ (The Relentless Suitor), 1931

#art #nudity #upl #va #illustration #relentless suitor

[thedemonofcat]

It had been some time since Jaskier fled from his home in Lettenhove. Born as Lady Juliana Pankratz, Jaskier had known from a young age that he was transgender. Realizing his parents would never accept him as a boy, he bravely decided to run away.

While at Oxenfurt as a student, Jaskier initially adopted the name Juilan. It was there that someone had suggested he choose a stage name for his future career as a bard, and thus, Jaskier became the name he was known by.

The life of a travelling bard provided Jaskier with the freedom he cherished. While some, like his parents, refused to acknowledge his true identity, Geralt, the witcher he had chosen as his friend and even grown to love, always saw him for who he truly was.

Then, a fateful encounter with a mountain changed everything. Heartbroken and unrecognizable to Geralt, Jaskier inadvertently strayed too close to Lettenhove. In the blink of an eye, he found himself forcibly returned to his family estate.

In no time, Jaskier was trapped back in Lettenhove, compelled by his parents to assume the role of Juliana once more. He was forced into restrictive and uncomfortable dresses, compelled to grow out his hair, and subjected to their relentless attempts to shape him into the perfect lady. To make matters worse, a guard was assigned to him, making any escape plan impossible.

Then, one fateful day, Jaskier's parents made a startling announcement—they would be holding a competition to determine who would marry their daughter. Suitors from far and wide arrived to vie for Jaskier's hand in marriage.

Most of these suitors were either dreadfully dull or insufferably obnoxious. Some were motivated solely by the power and title that marrying Jaskier would bestow them. Others mistake their arrival for the start of an epic love story. Perhaps most horrifyingly, a few expected Jaskier to be meek and submissive, allowing them to control him while he served as nothing more than a vessel for bearing children.

However, amidst this assembly of suitors, one mysterious figure caught Jaskier's attention—a knight who always wore a helmet to conceal their identity and remained curiously silent. Unlike the others, this knight did not seek attention or engage in showboating.

Yet something about this enigmatic competitor struck a chord with Jaskier—a strange sense of familiarity.

Little did Jaskier know, the concealed knight was none other than Geralt, who had secretly entered the competition in a daring attempt to rescue Jaskier from his dire predicament.

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[jymwahuwu]

Hmmm but what if the situation is reserved? This time, it readers who need a fake boyfriend???

Readers who are in tight situation and begrudgingly plead Jing Yuan to be their fake boyfriend for a while

(maybe to avoid another relentless suitor and then in the moment of panic, reader pick up the phone who has been ringing non stop and tell this person "sorry, my lover is calling. Hey dear" without looking at the caller name.)

(Jing Yuan hear everything)

sorry🥺 it took so long to reply, cuz there are too many in the askbox. im slowly writing some drafts

TW: yandere, non-con, taking pictures without consent

What do you mean by "fake boyfriend"? Now your real boyfriend is in front of you 🤔😚

…Although Jing Yuan thought so, he didn't say it. He nodded in acquiescence to your request - you looked like you were on the verge of tears, startled by that creepy suitor.

You definitely need some protection and care. He wiped away your tears and resisted the urge to take you in his arms. The general is delighted to hear you address him as "boyfriend". He pretends to give you advice, offers to go on a date, and posts on social media. Then that suitor will give up! You say yes, thinking it was just acting, but this date really feels like a real date…Jing Yuan even kisses you on the cheek. You accuse him in a panic, but he says it's part of acting with grievance.

After sending you home like a good boyfriend, the general finally couldn't help pulling you onto the bed, holding you down, and kissing you. You sob and gasp under him.

Jing Yuan took a picture between your cum filled slits, and that shows all the details pretty clearly. He just wants to help, accept this, okay? <3<3

#alani.answers

[artmialma]

Paul Grabwinkler (1880-1946)

 “Der Unerbittliche Freier” -The Relentless Suitor       1931

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: Brother's Best Friend

Headcanons: Maedhros, Celegorm, Fingon, Angrod, Egalmoth, Beleg

A/N: Back with my Modern AU headcanons, I decided to switch it up for a change today. They're quite long since I did both headcanons and fic for more content. Enjoy!!

Warnings: fembod, exhibitionism, cunnilingus (face sitting and from behind), vaginal penetration, fingering

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Maedhros

He’s always softer and protective around you and even scolds your brother for being too harsh. You can count on him to be at your beck and call whenever something is off, and you require assistance.

Quick to compliment your outfits and throw a secretive wink. His eyes are always on your figure whenever you're walking around the house. Your brother could be chatting his head off and his eyes are on you (he’s using his handsome looks to benefit him).

Wards off all suitors and would even threaten a few to ensure that no one else but him can have you. This means that whenever your brother is asleep in the next room at night, you can bet he’s already slithered into your room to have his filthy way with you.

He’s ruthless and a menace about it. Part of you would think that he doesn’t care whether your brother caught him or not, but it was just the thrill of having consecutive rendezvous.

The loud thuds of the bedhead knocking against the wall alerted you of the volume and aggression he was pounding into you, though, it appeared that Maedhros had no care in the world. He was lost in your heat and all that mattered was you cumming around his cock and him filling you up.

Sweaty skin rubbed against one another, and your hands were fighting to catch a firm grip on his arms while his hips expertly twisted and angled themselves to aim for that one spot right off the bat. While his mouth had covered yours to swallow your moans, he was still sinfully wicked to force them out.  “M-Mae…please…ngghh—”

The wicked gleam in his eyes as he broke the kiss and pulled away to lift your right leg and hook it over his shoulder urged a squeak to follow. He was relentless as his hips continuously worked their way against yours. Every touch had your body on fire. “You don’t sound like you want me to stop princess? Do you hear that? Listen…”

Forcing yourself to listen to want he wanted you to hear, you gasp at the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching as his cock drove deeper and deeper. You wanted to look down to where you were both connected, but the harsh thrust he sent your way made you bury your face into the pillow. Your brother had to be drunk or sick to not hear a single sound emitting from your room, even the knocking of the bedhead.

“Fuck Mae! I’m s-so close—”

Leaning into your neck to kiss your pulse, he gave a little nibble before steadying his hips once he felt the tightness around him increasing. “Go ahead princess, cum all over my cock. Show me just how filthy my friend’s little sister is…”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Celegorm

He looks like a fuckboy and acts like he’s the biggest and best out of them all, but it’s all a façade. Deep down, he simply tags along with the latest gossip about him so long as it isn’t ruining the reputation of Mr Popular.

As your brother’s bestie, he’s always over and doesn’t know how to be subtle about anything he says or does. If you’re wearing something revealing, he’s biting his lip or raking his eyes from head to toe, and in return, he’ll walk around shirtless to capture your attention.

Compliments roll off his tongue and nicknames are attached to them. Whether it be ‘princess’, ‘dollface’, ‘babygirl’, kitten’, or ‘vixen’, those are his names for you alone. No one had the privilege to use them; only he can shamelessly flirt with you.

Loves to act like the big bad wolf or fake boyfriend so you can come running to him, proving to your brother that he can trust and protect you. He really does that to corrupt you to end up as his plaything until you submit.

“What’s the matter kitten, cat got your tongue? What happened to all that noise you were making earlier?” His sickeningly patronising grin was hidden from your line of sight as he pressed you against the wall in the corridor of your house and buried his face between your legs.

Taking his large hands, he parted your thighs and spread your ass apart so his tongue could reach your puss better and have a taste. The vicious swirls of his tongue against your clit once his tongue came in contact with your sensitive bud forced a squeak from your lips. Not once did Celegorm cease his actions despite your brother and the rest of his friends lounging downstairs. If they heard, then so be it. Right now, he was having dessert.

Nipping and circling your clit with his teeth and tongue, he enjoyed the squeaks and squelches emanating from you with each ministration. Wanting to dive deeper, he pressed you into the wall and arched your back so your ass would meet his face and his tongue would slip into your slit. The sound of slick being slurped by him shamelessly ricocheted throughout the upper floor and prompted you to push against and away from him. “Relax dollface, no one is going to interrupt us,” his voice muffled by your pussy as a slap came down on your ass to silence your whines. “Enjoy what I’m giving you.”

Panting like you were in labour, your nails scraped the paint off the wall from the palpability of his actions. He was relentless and showed no signs of stopping until you came upon his face, even if it was in the open corridor. Feeling the languid rolls and thrusts of his tongue, your eyes rolled back, and your body began convulsing.

“That’s it princess, cum all over my face. Show me just how sweet your pussy is.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Fingon

Your brother trusts him so much that not even for a second he would suspect that his best friend had already locked his eyes on his little sister. All the sweet interactions between you and Fingon before your brother’s eyes were all a candy show.

In secrecy and right before his eyes, Fingon was staking his claim on you from the simple gestures of brushing your hair out the way, complementing your outfit or racking his eyes up and down your figure when you wear a little too-revealing dress.

For your brother’s sake of fearing when other people approach you, Fingon would pretend to be your boyfriend and when your brother’s back was turned, he’d have you all to himself.

It’s all a part of fulfilling his role and duty as your boyfriend. Smug, seductive and highly secretive, it’s more your brother being blind to the obvious actions of his best friend fucking you right in the kitchen while he’s playing games.

“Shush, princess. Not so loud now. You don’t want your dear old brother to catch us? What would he say about you getting fucked by his best friend?” his voice was beyond stable for someone drilling into you rapidly. Even the stable mocking tone he displayed made your walls clenched around his cock causing him to hiss.

The faint sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the kitchen and faintly in the living room while it reverberated loudly in the pantry you were cooped up in. The straps of your top were rolled down your shoulder, shorts off and panties pushed to the side with one leg hooked on his hip. Your fingers were fighting to catch a good grip with the way his hips were battering against yours. “F-Finno…slowly down…too much, ngghh—” Your words were cut off by a squeak when he pinched your clit.

“Too much? Oh no princess, this is more than enough. It’s what you wanted, craved—walking around in those shorts and expecting that I wouldn’t scold you…” His voice trailed off when he decided to look down and notice you creaming all over him. “So fucking innocent aren’t you? Look at the mess you made sweetheart…all for me,” he cooed in your ear before giving it a nibble and dropping to your neck.

Digging your nails into his shirt and tugging him closer as the heat and pressure grew, your body began trembling from the high levels of sensation and thrill of being caught. Any moment now, your brother would come looking for you and Fingon. “Fin-…Finno, close, close…please…”

“Go ahead princess, give it all to me.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Angrod

With his stern and stoic appearance, you were afraid to approach him at first since he barely spoke to you at all, but you were wrong. The way he looked at you whenever you entered the room told a different story.

He came off as a tsundere at first, always grumbling and keeping his distance, but that was just a façade to show your brother that he was serious about the bro code—not that he cared about it at all.

Any chance he had with you alone, he would strike to corner you against some surface and lock lips or run his hands up and down your body, marvelling at your figure. Whispering about how he wants you terribly and what he’ll do to you.

Your brother trusts him so much with your safety that he doesn’t realise that he’s giving Angrod exactly the time he wants to have you all to himself, and he must thank your brother for that.

Windows foggy despite the tinted glass, bare legs wrapped around an aggressive waistline and hands struggling to grip some surface, you and Angrod were trapped in the backseat of his car. His lips were attached to yours, sucking the life out of you while his hips pumped vigorously into yours. No matter how much you attempted to catch your breath, he knocked it out of your chest.

“An-…Angrod…fuck! Oh my god!” you whined against his lips as he broke the kiss to stare into the darkness between you both at his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. The lewd sounds of sweaty skins slapping against each other and the slickness of his cock pumping into your cunt traversed the car.

“I seriously…ngghh, need to thank your brother for this…opportunity. Couldn’t have done it without him,” he groaned and breathed against your neck when your walls clamped down on him. The feel of your gummy walls around his cock was divine after all those months of waiting. “I’ll have to send him a gift; his little sister is not so innocent anymore…huh?”

Widening your eyes at the suggestion, your legs naturally tightened around his waist for him to finish inside you and return to your brother. The thrill of being claimed by his best friend was exhilarating, and you didn’t want for this to be the only occurrence. Nodding your head with glossy eyes, you whined and begged him, “P-Please, Angrod…fill me up, ruin me! P-…Please!”

Loving the teary look in your eyes, he couldn’t be more pleased to comply with his princess's wishes. “Anything you ask for princess.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Egalmoth

He will outrightly flirt with you before your brother’s eyes but in a more subtle manner to not make things awkward or to break the bro code. In private when your brother isn’t there, he’ll lay all the sexual innuendos while cornering you.

His eyes are always dark and glossy whenever he’s staring at you and if anyone ever noticed him, they would understand the meaning of his gaze. Egalmoth has no shame in eye-fucking you as you stand before him and ask if he likes your outfit.

Always biting or licking his lips whenever he’s speaking with you (that is when no one’s around) or making some serious sexual eye contact. You could feel his desire to fuck you every time he’s around you.

It’s awfully easy for Egalmoth to have his way with you, even when your brother is around because he’s just smooth and naturally mysterious with his actions. The both of you could be sitting beside each other and your brother wouldn’t have a clue.

The images on the screen were bright but blurred with the vigorous motion of two fingers pumping in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. Given the dark settings of the room and the blanket that covered both you and Egalmoth—since the cold air conditioner was the excuse—your bother was oblivious to Egalmoth fucking you under the covering. All your attempts at stifling your moans were vanishing the faster his fingers worked.

“Eg-…Egalmoth…ughh…” you moaned into his neck while his lips were by your ear whispering intense levels of filth.

“Are you cum all over my fingers pretty girl, huh? Right in front of your brother? I thought you were innocent babygirl?” he taunted while nibbling on your earlobe. His fingers in accordance dug deeper and curled against your soft spot, earning him a sharp pain to his biceps. Your nails were clawing into his bare arm and leaving moon crescents. “You look so pretty when you when you cry like that.”

Breathlessly wheezing, you pushed your face into his neck deeper and clung to him while cutting your clueless brother a look from the corner of your eye. His eyes were still glued to the show which meant that Egalmoth wasn’t letting up. “He’ll catch us…hurry up…ngghh.”

Pulling his fingers out and laughing at your whines, he pushed three in this time and immediately went after your soft spot. Curling and pressing against your gummy walls and relishing in its softness, he groaned into your ear, “After you’ve cum all over my fingers princess, you’re cum on my cock later, hmm? But you gotta cum for me first baby…”

Thrusting your hips upwards as he rocked his fingers, the coil and pressure grew instantaneously, and came all over his fingers. A loud squelch echoed when he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips to have a taste. Maintaining eye contact as he did so when he was finished, he leaned over to land a chaste kiss on your lips and whispered, “You taste good, but I want more.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Beleg

No one would ever suspect he was already fucking you behind your brother’s back. Not the sweet, friendly and charming boy who was friends with everyone and all the animals loved. Not the sweet boy would do voluntary work at the community centre.

Beleg was the last person anyone would assume to be visiting you, when he was away at college behind your brother’s back, to spend some quality time with his princess. He would make the extra effort to make the trip to spend a few hours and then vanish.

Always complimenting, in private, how beautiful you looked in your outfit and getting filthier with he was fucking you. Making sure that you understood just how much he wanted to let everyone know you were a spectacle in your outfit.

He uses friendly flirtations to get away with having your all to himself when your brother wasn’t looking. Whether it be in your house or away at college, Beleg was making it his business to see his favourite babygirl.

“You know, you can make all the nose you want, right princess? Your brother’s fast asleep, he can’t hear us.” His puppy eyes flashed up at you while you sat without your underwear, on his chest. He was attempting to have you sit on his face since it was the first time in months he was seeing you, and you were fucking without your brother hovering (though he was sleeping next door). “Come have a seat love, I missed you.”

From rubbing your thighs with his thumbs, his hands gripped them with eagerness and dragged you forward to drop into his mouth. The minute you sat on his face; you squealed once his tongue wasted no time to reach out a lick a bold stripe. Twisting and flicking your clit, his lips formed a suction to suckle your clit while his fingers dug into your flesh and left prints.

Beleg was lost in paradise between your legs without a care in the world knowing that your brother was miles away and he had you all to himself. Every cry and moan you made, he devoured and dipped his tongue to push it past your folds. Hardening his tongue and thrusting it enthusiastically in and out, he groaned as your fingers entangled in his silvery strands and tugged. “Hmm, you’re so damn perfect every time I have you, but today…you’re even better…come on princess, be louder. Cum all over my face!”

“B-…Beleg, fuck! You feel so good!” you cried out as his hands urged your hips to rock against his mouth. You could see the gloss smeared on his nose and cheeks from the light, but Beleg didn’t seem to care. He was pleased to be between your legs and basking in paradise as he longed for. It irritated him that your brother was home, and he couldn’t behave as freely as desired, but he’ll make the moment worth it. Being away at college and not having you around was hellish.

“That's it, princess, just like that, you’re so close. You taste so good on my tongue,” he groaned before pressing his tongue against your clit for a languid flick.

Choking on a muffled sob, you had forgotten about keeping tabs on the door to ensure it wasn’t opened and tossed your head backwards. Your body was easily consumed in convulsed once the coil had snapped and released at the built-up pressure and frustration of missing Beleg. On his end, he had refused to let you escape his grip, pushing you into overstimulation all to have a taste.

“Let’s see if you can be a little louder, hmm? Round two.”

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Kyubei - Secret - 🤭

Alas, poor Kyubei. The suitor that deserves to be! Approx. 1700 words.

Kyubei had a secret. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t an important secret. No fortunes would be made or destroyed by it. No lives irrevocably changed. If it got out, there would be no wars fought over it or assassinations because of it. The secret was small and his and he held it in him like a child’s lantern held candle-light. The warm glow of knowing it made his life more bearable. 

“What are you smiling about?” Mitsuhide’s sharp gold gaze landed on him as he brought in the night’s reports. 

“Am I smiling?” Kyubei drew his mouth into a firm line. 

Akechi’s own mouth spread in a grin. “You were.”

“Then perhaps I am learning from you.” Kyubei did his best to imitate the razor sharp smile his lord was known for. And then, before more questions could come, he set his bundle down on Mitsuhide’s desk. “There are two missives from Kasugayama, one from Kyoto, and a full report from one of our eyes in the south.”

News would draw away the too-perceptive eye of his lord. And it did. Mitsuhide opened the bundle, long slim fingers graceful as they plucked the important papers from the rest that could be read later. 

Kyubei did not wait to be dismissed. He was already backing out with a bow when Mitsuhide glanced up. “Stay. I may have need of you yet.”

“Yes, my lord,” he replied. Because what other reply could he give? Kyubei settled in, watching Akechi read through the urgent reports. He already knew what was in them, and had a fair idea of what his lord would request done. Another agent sent south, some letters and payments to certain merchants that traveled through Kasugayama, and for Kyoto . . . 

His musings cut short as the door opened. The chatelaine stepped in with a tray of tea and some food. “I know you don’t break for lunch but I thought -” she paused as she noticed Kyubei standing there. “Oh! Hello!” 

“Princess.” Kyubei bowed, hoping the movement would hide his face long enough to subdue the sudden rush of heat in his cheeks. 

The chatelaine smiled at him shyly and tucked her hair over her ear. The tray wobbled in her remaining hand and he darted forward to take it from her. “Thank you. It would be just like me to make a mess when I’m trying to be helpful. I’m so clumsy.”

“You are as graceful as a deer, princess. Next time, ask me. I am pleased to help.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her face. She was so beautiful. 

“Ahaha, no - omg - no. No one has ever said I am like a deer.” She wasn’t laughing at him or his words, but at herself and it made Kyubei’s heart feel full to bursting to share this moment with her. 

Kyubei returned her smile with one of his own. “Then I am lucky to be the first. Though I am surely not to be the last to notice your beauty.”

And then Mitsuhide cleared his throat, reminding them both that he was there and an unwilling audience to this awkward, inappropriate moment. 

In just a heartbeat, Kyubei came crashing back to reality. To the world in which he was a vassal, a man that should not even look above the feet of an Oda princess. The warm glow of his secret fluttered in his chest, buffeted by the cold truth. He turned from her and set the tray on his lord’s desk without another word.

“S-sorry to distract you two,” the chatelaine told them. “I just wanted to make sure you ate something today. Besides whatever crumbs are in your pockets.” 

Mitsuhide gave a wry laugh. “I promise you, I eat when I am hungry. I do not need you to look after me. You or that meddlesome dragon.”

The chatelaine blinked in surprise. “I didn’t say anything about Masamune!”

“You didn’t have to. This has his mark all over it.” Mitsuhide sighed. “I suppose now that you’ve brought it, I must appreciate the effort appropriately. But you will stay and enjoy it with me.”

Kyubei saw his exit and gladly took it. “Then I will leave you both to -”

“No. Kyubei, why don’t you stay? Have a cup of tea.” Mitsuhide’s smile was relentless. 

“As you command.” He poured three cups of tea, tense and reluctant but determined not to give anything else away.

The chatelaine watched him with interest. “You’re so good at that. The perfect pour. Have you practiced?”

“Yes, have you?” Mitsuhide’s grin grew wider.

Kyubei swallowed. “Yes? I am always seeking to improve my service to the Akechi.” 

She laid a hand on his arm and the light touch sent heat coursing through him. “Maybe one of these days we can hang out and you can show me your technique.”

Which was exactly the sort of offer Kyubei dreamt of. Time alone with just the chatelaine. Spending time with her, listening to her. But he couldn’t say yes because he was only a vassal and she -

“I’d be happy to lend Kyubei to you for whatever you like. In fact, he’s an excellent instructor for many subjects.” Mitsuhide gave a nod. “You could start this evening.”

“I must - what?” His polite refusal halted as his lord’s words sunk in. 

The chatelaine clapped her hands excitedly. “That’s great! But . . . only if he wants to. You can’t loan him out like a bike, Mitsuhide!” She turned the full force of her gaze on Kyubei. “So, would you be willing?”

And of course, he couldn’t say no to her. Not when she looked at him like that. “I would be glad to,” he replied, which was the simple truth. 

Mitsuhide picked up his tea and took a sip. “Then that is settled.” 

The break felt to Kyubei like a fever dream. Each time a subject came up, Mitsuhide would look at him and say, “Kyubei can tell you more about that.” Or, “Kyubei is an expert in -” Or even, “What are your thoughts, Kyubei?” 

And the chatelaine’s eyes were on him and he felt as if his whole body might catch on fire. He fought the heat down from his cheeks but feared his expression made his feelings too clear.

When they finished with the tea and snacks, the chatelaine stood up and picked up the tray. “Sorry again for interrupting. But I hope you enjoyed the food.”

“Certainly. And the company as well.” Mitsuhide grinned. “Feel free to stop in whenever you like, little mouse.”

“Yes, thank you for coming by,” Kyubei bowed low, reminding himself again that she was a princess and he was a vassal and this was a favor to his lord. Not to him. Not for him. Not about him. 

His secret flickered, wavering, but held steady. It was alright, he told himself, to hold this one-sided love. So long as she never found out. When he straightened, his expression was appropriate. Only polite. Nothing more.

The chatelaine grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I am glad you were here when I did! I’ll see you later. Tonight.” She smiled. “It will be fun.”

And he couldn’t help but smile back, genuinely looking forward to it. “I am looking forward to it.”

She let him go and left, and when she was gone the office felt so much emptier. Kyubei took a deep, slow, steadying breath before turning back to work. 

Mitsuhide studied his expression and then sighed. “You will have to work on that.”

“On what?”

“Hmm. On what indeed.” He picked up one of the reports he’d been reviewing before they were interrupted. His eyes returned to the text. Kyubei thought he was in the clear until a few minutes later when he spoke up again. 

“She’s quite pretty. Not a court beauty, of course. But pretty.” Those piercing gold eyes found him again. 

Kyubei chose to play dumb. “Who are we speaking of?”

Mitsuhide’s knowing smile was his answer. Then, a few minutes later, “She isn’t a princess either.”

“The Oda adopted her.” Kyubei’s back tightened as he realized his lord was not going to let this drop. He buried his secret further down, hiding it under the proper words. 

Mitsuhide nodded and his gaze returned to the page as if that was the only point he needed to make. But this time, Kyubei didn’t relax. He knew what his lord was like on the hunt. And he was surely hunting now. 

“There is more than one tale in which a commoner marries a princess.” Mitsuhide didn’t look up this time, and Kyubei was glad for that because he wasn’t sure what face he made right then. “And those were women born into it. She barely knows what her title means.” 

He took a moment before replying, calming the part of his heart that leapt in response to that idea. “Perhaps. But most of those tales end in tragedy, too.”

Mitsuhide scoffed. “Because they were ill-considered.” He did look up then, and there was something in his gaze besides the usual calculation. An unexpected kindness. “I know you are many things, Kyubei. My most trusted assistant. My friend. But you are never careless.” He smiled and it was a gentler expression than his cutting crescent moon grin. “Should you - and I am not saying you are - but should you ever find yourself in love with any kind of princess, take hold of that happiness while you can.”

Kyubei nodded. He understood the fragile hope he was being handed. The gift, given with intent. “I will take that under consideration, my lord.”

“Good.” Mitsuhide’s eyes sparked with mischief. “And when you do, please do me a great favor. Moon after her out of my sight? I think your passionate gazes left syrup on my reports.”

“At your command,” Kyubei chuckled. “But surely it wasn’t that obvious.”

“I could have scraped sugar from the walls, watching the two of you dance around each other. She was about to crawl into your lap.”

“No. She was not! And I was holding back! Trying to be appropriate!” Kyubei protested.

Mitsuhide shook his head. “If that was your best attempt to pretend not to like a girl, I’m going to have to reconsider sending you out to spy for me.”

“You are as cruel as they say,” he sighed and put a hand to his chest. But inside, he was aglow with hope. Delicate as it was, as improbable and unlikely as anything, he was in love with a princess and maybe - just maybe - that was alright. She might even like him back.

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