#A Fortune-telling Princess

[1ickoris]

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

[Chapter 22-23 of the Manhwa]

“Oh, it's no big deal, I just went for a swim.”

“Swimming?”

“Yes.”

“In this season?”

“My body is very hot.”

“…I’m going to turn the heat off in your room starting today."

“It’s cold at night.”

“…”

Rube clicked his tongue slightly.

Camila has been particularly cold since she was a child.

She’s the one who won't let them turn off the stove day or night until early summer, and she’s the one who’s swimming this time of year?

“I was actually looking for something.”

Under Rube's suspicious gaze, Camilla sighed softly and finally told him the truth. It wasn't like she had anything to hide.

"What were you looking for?"

“…!”

At that moment, a familiar voice interrupted their conversation. A voice that was both calm and weighty. It was Ludville.

He glanced at Camilla, wondering when she'd arrived.

“Uh…

Camilla hesitated to answer.

Ludville may be a Sorpel, but it’s still a god's egg... The first person to know should be the Duke of Sorpel.

She hesitated for a moment, and Ludville, noticing, shook his head.

“Go in.”

“Pardon?”

He points to the office.

"Aren't you here to see Father?"

“Yes, but…”

Camilla glanced toward the door to the office.

‘Should I come back another time?’

She didn’t think it's a good idea to deliver the Divine Beast’s egg in the presence of another person, especially an outsider, Duke Javillian.

"I'll just come back another time."

"No, M’Lady. If you don't mind, please go in. The Duke of Javillian wished to see you anyway."

“Me?”

Turning to leave, Camilla cocked her head at Butler Rube's words. Why does he suddenly want to see her when he never even pretends to?

Knock, knock.

Rube knocked lightly on the door first and stepped inside. Camilla and Ludville followed quietly behind him.

[Finally, you’re here!]

“…”

The first person to greet Camilla upon entering the office was neither the Duke of Sorpel nor the Duke of Javillian, but the red eagle, Jetty.

No one batted an eye at Jetty as he flew off, as if he hadn't been summoned yet.

[Hmm?]

Jetty, flying toward her, paused.

[Ho-ho.]

The red eagle's eyes traveled to Camilla's waist, immediately recognizing the small egg in her pouch.

“You’re home.”

“Yes, Father.”

"I see you're here again."

“Hello.”

Camilla was even more baffled by the Duke of Javillian’s pretense of acquaintance. What's wrong with him?

Wooooo—!

As if it found its match, a bright light emanated from the gem embedded in the pendant and pointed to a spot.

“Why is it….!”

Their faces turned to follow the light, and their eyes widened in consternation.

Because where the light was directed was where Camilla was standing.

“…”

When Camilla first sees the pendant that awakens Divine Beast’s egg, she's a bit confused.

She knew that the egg of the Divine Beast reacted when it was nearby, but she wasn't expecting it to emit such a bright light.

Seeing the look of wonder and disbelief in their eyes, Camilla pulled out the Divine Beast’s egg from her pocket and set it down on the table.

Woooo— Woooooo—!

Following the pendant, the egg emitted a similar sound with a slight vibration.

[Finally…!]

Herschel was staring at the glowing Divine Beast’s egg with an emotional expression on his face.

He wasn’t the only one.

“Ca-Camilla, is that…!”

She never thought she’d see the Duke of Sorpel look like that.

“Yes, it's the Divine Beast’s egg.”

Her answer was met with a burst of hoots and hollers from all sides.

He couldn’t believe it, but that’s really the Divine Beast’s egg!

With trembling fingers, the Duke of Sorpel lifted his pendant toward the Divine Beast’s egg.

Everyone in the room held their breath and watched in suspense.

Woooooo!

As the pendant approached, the echo emanating from the egg grew stronger.

And soon—

Whoooosh!

The bright light quickly filled the room, and they squinted against the glare.

As they felt the light fade, their eyes slowly opened.

Suddenly, something came into their view that hadn't been there a moment before.

“That’s…”

The White Tiger.

The symbol of the Sorpel family.

Enemies are deafened by the white tiger's cries, and his every step stains the ground red with blood.

Whooosh!

…One step and the world around you is stained red with blood…

“…”

“…”

A tiny creature sits up in its seat and begins to paw at its front feet.

“…A kitten?”

A white kitten — a kitten no bigger than the palm of an adult's hand — where the Divine Beast's egg had been.

“I thought it was a White Tiger?”

The Duke of Javillian muttered in dismay.

Everyone in the room stared at the newcomer for a moment, speechless.

Whether alive or dead, Herschel was the first to speak.

[Finally, you're awake!]

He looked at the white cat with very emotional eyes.

‘Is that really the Divine Beast?’

Camilla looked at Hershel with suspicion. She went through all that trouble just for a white cat?

[It's just because he hasn't been awake for so long; he's a tiny little thing, but don’t worry, he'll get there.]

Seeing the look on Camilla's face, Herschel explained briefly.

‘That’s a relief then.’

Camilla looked at the white kitten again— no, the Divine Beast.

At that moment, the Divine Beast, who had been toddling, peeked his head out.

After glancing back and forth between the Duke of Sorpel and Camilla, who was holding the pendant, the Divine Beast walked quickly to the one place.

To Camilla.

“Huh?”

Lick.

“Ah—!”

Camilla cringed as she watched him lean up and lick her hand, which was near the table.

‘Hey, go away.’

Camilla pulled her hand back a little, not quite able to shove the tiny creature away.

But the Divine Beast kept chasing after Camilla's hand.

“O— Oh!”

Camilla hastily wrapped her hand around the Divine Beast, which was about to fall off the table. Then she quickly placed it down in front of Duke Sorpel.

[Kkyuu?]

But after a brief glance at the Duke of Sorpel and the others, the Divine Beast stalked back toward Camilla.

“…”

‘I told you not to come to me.’

Camilla frowned at the sight of the Divine Beast walking toward her, toddling.

[He likes you, too.]

The Divine Beast, Jetty, a red eagle who had been watching the whole thing, said, amused.

‘It’s not that simple!’

The Divine Beast symbolizes the family. It’s something that others can’t have.

Camilla looked at the Duke of Sorpel with a hardened expression.

‘What?’

But despite her worries, the Duke of Sorpel was smiling. His eyes were filled with affection as he gazed at the newcomer hovering around Camilla.

[Of course. I think it’s a good thing, too.]

Unlike Camilla, who was puzzled, Herschel nodded in agreement, as if he fully understood how the Duke of Sorpel felt.

It had been well over a hundred years, and no one knew better than Herschel himself how much humiliation he endured by being called the Guardian House without a Divine Beast.

The Sorpel dukedom had finally gotten their hands on the Divine Beast!

[How can you not be pleased?]

‘Is that so?’

Is it enough to just be happy that they’ve found the Divine Beast?

‘Haa.’

Camilla breathed a long sigh of relief at Hershel's words and the look on Duke Sorpel's face.

Is it because she’s relaxed? She felt like her legs were giving out—

“Camilla!”

It wasn’t a feeling. She was actually falling.

Camilla finally snapped out of it for the second time today, seeing Ludville rushing to her and the Duke of Sorpel looking bewildered.

Chapter. Receive Compensation

“Miss, it’s medicine! You have to take it!”

Keep your voice down. My head’s ringing, Dorman.

[If I were alive, I’d make you a nutritious meal…]

You have my heart, Perol.

"Why isn't she waking up? Call another healer!"

Father, don’t call a healer. It’s just a cold.

[Child, wake up. I have something for you.]

Oh, I don’t know what it is, but it’s a promise, Herschel.

[Lady Camilla…]

Don’t cry, Darren.

Swoosh.

Oh, it’s cool. This cold hand… is that Brother Ludville?

"Hey, I fixed your bracelet, so get up. Or I'll break it again."

Ravi, you bastard. Are you really going to do that to your sick sister?

She remembered a white kitten popping out of the Divine Beast’s egg, but she’s not sure what happened after that.

Perhaps she was not in as good a condition as she thought, having been wet for so long. She felt a little dizzy and collapsed in the Duke's office.

In the midst of her public illness, she heard many voices.

She wondered how many days she spent in bed like that, listening to ghosts and people talk.

“…”

It was the middle of the night when she woke up again.

Looking around the darkened room, Camilla didn't move for a while.

Her whole body felt so heavy, like a soaked cotton ball.

“Huh?”

Then Camilla turned her head slightly and saw a ball of pure white fur curled up on her bedside table, sleeping.

A white tiger — no, a white tiger cub — makes its presence felt in the darkness with a subtle glow.

…Why is he here?

[oocontextmanga]

Customer service at its finest

[emoveremanhwa]

🫡 fighting fake people

[blossyossyossy]

Another year, another favorite character bingo

2023 Version

[winepresswrath]

but really bubbline does have everything- friends to lovers to enemies(ish) to friends to lovers, ancient immortal beings who keep circling around each other and coming home, uptight control freak with megalomaniacal tendencies obsessed with a bass player, bass girl/nerd, mad scientist/experiment, vampire/snack. divorced highschool sweethearts. They're both independently interesting characters with their own shit going on and they're both, at various points, maybe two degrees away from full fledged supervillainy. if they went evil they would probably kill each other because their worst selves cannot collaborate. one of them has three separate parents abandon her and the other one has an evil uncle she built herself because spontaneous radioactive gum fission can be lonely. unparalleled, unprecedented, we will never see its like again.

[diamondsandcigarette01]

[lindoesntwin]

FORTUNE-TELLING LADY

An actress who can see ghosts and keeps having recurring dreams about a lady dying in different ways wakes up to find herself in that same lady's body that she keeps dreaming of.

Alternate titles: A Fortune-Telling Princess; A Princess Who Reads Fortune; Fortune Telling Princess; The Fortune-Telling Lady; The Noble Fortune-Telling Lady

[en-qq]

it's so cute, once your daughter becomes good enough friends with kuroda-kun, he'll walk with her whenever she goes for a walk

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Princess of dragonstone chapter 10

FANFICTION au: Rhaenyra has a daughter with Harwin as well who gets lured into a dangerous trap and becomes Aemond property, aemond and aegon chat about daella's duties and aemond teaches his pet some fun new things

WARNINGS:

Alys Rivers, necromancy, choking, blood sacrifices, blood in general, magic, dragon dreams, fortune telling, slavery, death of newborn child,

Aemond’s POV. She is as good as dead. Gone. A hand suddenly touches my shoulder and I nearly scream. 'Hello, Prince Aemond.' There is a woman behind me. She is long and slender. Her brown hair comes until her ass. She has deep green eyes that are very brightly. She wears a simple green gown and eyes older than me. How did she get in here? Seven hells, where do we even pay our guards for these days? First an assassin now, this woman? 'Do I know you?' I ask, annoyed by her inconvenient way of approaching me, the prince. She should ask for an audience with me if she wishes to speak me. She shouldn’t sneak in my private chambers and bother me when I’m saying goodbye to the only woman I’ve ever loved.

There is a small smirk playing on her bloodred lips. 'Not yet, my sweet prince. Not yet.' Sweet, I beg you pardon? There is nothing sweet about me. I’m the opposite of sweet. I am bitter, I am vengeful and I am dangerous.

She steps closer to Daella’s body. I shield her, and take out my sword. 'Not a step closer to her.' I warn her. I have nothing left to lose. If this lady wants to murder me, she can go ahead. I will put up a fight but I won’t mind losing. Her green eyes roll as she gently pushes away my sword. 'I see your little lady is struggling. She is passing the gates to the Seven right now.' She takes a deep breath and her eyes glow. ‘She is soon to be gone.’

I put away my sword. 'Help her. Save her. It's why you're here, isn't it?' This is like the stories the Septas tell us. About love and temptation. When you are supposed to reject the demons and pray to the gods. This is a priestess of some faith.

Maester Orbug laughs. 'The gods can’t help us, my prince.' He finds this funny. Amusing. He is so blinded by his oaths and his chains that he thinks he’s above saving from priestesses and the gods. I find this not very funny. Now him, hanging from his chains on my celling…That is funny.

I warn him, with one glance. 'Shut up, Maester.' I tell him right away, looking for any sign of trouble or defiance. 'This woman is clearly sacred. Will you help her, my lady?' Orbug bows but leaves my chambers. 'She might be, but I am a maester. I will not have a hand in this.' Good. I don’t need him anyway.

The priestess looks at me, smiling. 'My lady? I have never been called that.' She chuckles, and despite my best instincts telling me otherwise, I let her come close to Daella. She traces Daella’s face. She whispers in her ear. I can’t make out what but Daella groans. My heart beats faster and I am scoffing in disbelieve but so thankful for what I am seeing. 'I will help her. She is my niece after all. She is good. Kind. So unlike you, Aemond Targaryen.'

Her niece? What does she mean? Then I see it. That damned smile. That perfect curling hair. She's a Strong. I put my hand on my sword ready to use it if she gives me reason to. She lied to me. She is a Strong. She is an ally of the whore Queen, Rhaenyra.

She smirks at me, touching Daella’s face gently. She keeps her eyes on me. I think she is touching her on purpose to see how far I'll let her go. 'Ironic, isn't it? Your true love, saved by what you hate.' I wouldn't call this true love. I don't live in a fantasy novel or a romance one. I don't believe in love at first sight. It's impossible.

Rhaenyra must have sent this woman. Daella needs to go home. I realise that now. Someone here wants her dead. 'I will return her to Dragonstone. I don't want her to die.' I say even though it kills me to see her go. The priestess turns on her heels. She barks in my face laughing. She adjusts her hair and touches her long nails. She stops suddenly. 'You will not, you idiot.' I don't think I have ever been called an idiot before. I blink at her with my good eye. A few times. 'How did you just-'

The woman repeats herself. 'Idiot. You. Are. A. Idiot.' She repeats slowly as if I am stupid. I heard her the first time. I need her help with Daella but if that wasn’t so, I would send her to the royal torturers.

She gazes at Daella’s sleeping body. 'You'll keep her here after I heal her. She's too valuable. Even more valuable than you realise. She is like your sister. Blessed with the magic of Old Valyria.' She says like she is discussing the weather with me.

I scoff again in disbelieve. This woman is clearly crazy and insane. Magic? Old Valyria? What is she even talking about? I know magic was in Old Valyria but it’s no longer a thing. Just like wild dragons, fire flame benders and whatever else there was. 'What? Magic is not real. My sister is not a witch.' She calls the queen, my sister a witch. She is on thin ice.

She sighs, smiling sweetly but her eyes burn with fire. 'Explain this, my dear prince, you are a man of logic. Explain this to me, without calling it magic.' she snaps her fingers. I hear a buzzing sound and my head shakes. My hand rips off my eyepatch and I experience something I never thought possible. I see again. I look into the mirror and see that in my scar there is a red demon like eye staring back at me. I always thought I looked like some monster, but now I sure do.

I scream when touching my scar.

The witch laughs. 'You're welcome, my prince.' She quickly undoes the spell. She is the witch Daella warned me about. She laughs coyly. 'She is the princess that once was. She will be very valuable ally in your battle to come. If you win her trust, she will obey you. She might even save your life.' I don’t like people calling her princess. I won’t make an exception for this priestess. She has to obey and serve me, like every rat in this hellhole.

I don’t know what this all means. The princess that once was, the battle to come, saving my life… I do know one thing: I am a dead man walking if she is to save my life one day. 'Her trust? She hates me.' I blurt out, and regret doing so instantly.

The witch looks at me sharply but speaks sweet as honey. 'Whose fault is that, Aemond Targaryen? Whose?' she asks, titling her head. My shoulders hang, and I look at my boots. 'My own.' I took everything from her. Her virginity. Her titles. Her pride and her brother.

There is one thing I can do for her but I need the witch's help. 'Can you bring back the death? A little boy. I killed him, you would be a hero-' the war would stop before erupting. Daella would be so thankful to me. She would no longer be mad at me. She’d be thankful I saved her baby brother.

The witch steps closer to me. 'You did not kill him. Vhagar did when you lost the control over your dragon.' How the hell does she know that? She touches Daella’s cheek. I see green glowing threads slowly going through her skin like a knife in the butter. 'There there. Your little precious princess will wake again.' I close my eyes and feel much better. I feel like I’ve been reborn.

‘Thank you- ‘She interrupts me rudely by grabbing me by the throat. She is very strong for some lady. She huffs. 'Do not thank me, Aemond Targaryen. You have a part to play, as does she. When the time comes for her part to be played you will not withhold her from it. That is one of the three conditions this magic requires.' She puts me down again. I stroke my throat, catching my breath. 'What part is that, pray tell?' I have dozens of books where the hero asks the witch about his destiny, he hates his destiny and tries to change it. I am not asking my own. I simply want to know hers.

She closes her eyes ‘Your princess can see the future. She has dragon dreams.' She tells me. Dragon’s dreams. I heard of those. One of the Targaryens foresaw the doom of old Valyria with the dreams. They are visions, they come in riddles often. They are not a clear picture but a puzzle you need to figure out. 'They are real?'

The witch chuckles. 'Ask your sister.' For a second time that day, I feel all the blood drain from my face before turning pale as a corpse. 'Hel-' she cuts me off before I can whisper her name. 'Didn’t she warn you, all those years ago? That you would...Have to close an eye to get your dragon?' I think back of the day I tried to ride dreamfyre. She did, and I would. Permanently close an eye.

‘When the beast was beneath the boards?' Gods, she did. I sink to my knees again. My sister is dreamer, she holds magic within her veins. The witch grins. 'Come on, don't be so dramatic. I saved the princess’s life. Now, you will pay me for my magic, Aemond Targaryen.��� I doubt very much that gold will satisfy this lady. 'What do you want for your services? I won't give you Vhagar. Or Daella.' I say, sharply.

She grins. 'So selfish.' She is taunting me. ' No, you can keep both your pets.' I want to hit her for calling Daella and Vhagar pets. Vhagar is my friend, Daella is my… Well, she is my pet. She hands me a knife with an emerald on the grip. 'I need the tongue of someone who called her what she is. And I need royal blood, and something else.' She eyes me hungrily. ‘Which of your family members will you sacrifice? I only need a bottle full. They can live, if must be.’ This is my fault. So, I will fix this.

She will have her royal blood. 'You can have mine.' Her eyes widen and she claps delighted in her hands. 'Really? Good. I like royal blood. It's the sweetest. I will enjoy tasting your blood, Aemond Targaryen.’ For fuck’s sake, how much did she call me that already?

It seems like I am not freeing myself of her anytime soon. ‘Aemond is just fine, witch.’ 'The final tribute.' Instantly I think back of our final dinner as a family. One final tribute. To the health of my nephews. Jace. Luc. And Joffrey. Each of them handsome. wise.... Strong. 'And this, dear prince will be very difficult for you.' She tries to touch my crotch but I won’t let her. I am not in the mood. I am insulted she even tried that. What do I fucking look like, Aegon? 'What do you need? My cock?' I remark coldly. If she wants to fuck me so desperately, I will do so. But only after she healed Daella.

Her hands go through her hairs as if brushing it. 'As much as I love you to fuck me, I fear not. There is a price I need paid. I need tears, Aemond Targaryen. Tears of the oldest living descendant of Old Valyria.' My heart stops beating a little while.

Vhagar. She needs Vhagar’s tears. I won’t. I can’t. I never hit my dragon, not even when she would disobey or be cheeky or dangerous. She is my friend. She is the one half of my heart. But... I look at Daella’s sleeping body. She is another half. Vhagar won’t understand why I am doing this. But I will. For Daella. I will gift Vhagar a cow, and plenty of pets and hugs and she will have forgotten all about this. I hope.

She breaths heavily. Exhaling the smell of my room. 'And finally: A innocent life to be sacrificed for your loved one.' I have the least issue with that. I will get myself a hooker or a criminal from the cells and kill them. Easy enough. 'That’s four things not three.' I am not an idiot. I won’t do extra work if I can make it easier.

She gets up and gets in my face. She pokes my chest. 'So? You'll do it anyway. You are desperate to save her.' She grins and I know she is right. 'Only death can pay for life.' She says cryptically. ‘Oh, and Aemond? As your newfound ally and friend, I’d like an invitation to your feast for the remaining days as well. And I will warn you, freely for this: An Innocent life is not old. Its young. Very young.’

A baby. I can’t be right. I don’t want to be known as Aemond the babeslayer. ‘What are suggesting?’ I hope for an alternative. Maybe a septa that is old that has seen enough. But one look at her and I know we drawn the same conclusion. ‘There is a dark place in flea bottom. They sell slaves. All types of slaves. Even new born. Get a baby from there, and kill it.’ I can be a coward, like my brother and nephews.

I don’t want to do it. Part of me knows this is cruelty. Ending a life that did nothing wrong to me. But I don’t want her life to end. So, it’s an easy choice. Almost too easy. ‘Easy enough.’ She laughs delighted. Simply delighted I am slaughtering a new born for her. ‘My, you really are ruthless.’ She once again pouts seductively at me and I roll my good eye. ‘You and me are going to do wonderful things, Aemond Targaryen.’ I raise my brow at her. How wonderful can they be, if we abuse a dragon, kill a new-born and suck each other’s blood?

I don’t like it. I don’t want to spend time with this witch. ‘We’ll see, witch.’

Briefly, very briefly she looks at me like I am a fly sitting on a piece of fruit and that she can kill me any moment. ‘I never liked that slur. Call me how I am named.’ ‘Alys. Alys Rivers.’ Of course, she is a bastard as well. Explains why I never heard of another Lady Strong. ‘You must hurry collecting these things, Aemond. I have other places to be. No matter how handsome you are, you won’t get infinite time from me. Hurry it up and get the things I need.’ I roll my eye once more before getting an empty bottle for the blood and walk out of my chambers.

[moderatelyquicksilversposts]

(via Tarot Encyclopedia - The Page of Coins or Pentacles)

[1ickoris]

A Fortune-telling Princess

DESCRIPTION

Lee Sia is a top actress with the ability to see ghosts.

After an accident, she wakes up in the body of 'Camilla Sorpel'.

The problem is...

"Ah, father! Please spare me!"

...that this woman always meets a gruesome end!

Since extending the lifeline is a priority, let's start by communing with the ghosts here, shall we?

"You will get a divorce soon."

"...What?"

The atmosphere in the conference hall suddenly becomes uncomfortable again as the hummed words hang in the air.

"What are you talking about now......?!"

"Your servant's wife."

The bewilderment is evident on the face of the person subjected to these words.

"She is also the wife of a subordinate whom she cherishes the most."

"W-What......?!"

"Have you heard of my rumors?"

Camilla smiled and took a step closer.

"They say that the princess of the Sorpel family is looking at some fortune-telling."

CHAPTERS

Prologue 1 - Chapter ? [On-going]

[euthymiya]

khaenriahn princess reader x knight capitano ; jealous capitano ; implied hidden relationship ; pre cataclysm ; royal au ; capitano is not cursed yet so his skin is supple and youthful ; banter and fluff

“There is word, my lady,” his voice says lowly. You hum, reaching over to grab at his helmet. Capitano gently captures your hand before you can, pulling it away from its path to uncover his face. There’s a fleeting frown on your lips, but it’s gone as soon as he brings it up and presses a small, delicate kiss to the knuckles through the dark cloth that hides him from you.

“Oh? What of, my dear knight?” You ask curiously. Something tells him it’s almost mockingly innocent.

“That there is a rather…determined prince seeking your hand in marriage.”

Sometimes, it feels unfair that very rarely do you get to see the face hidden underneath the armor, but you suppose you don’t need to see Capitano to know exactly what emotion is twisted in his face. You fight back an amused grin—his voice tells you all you need to know.

You’re certain he must taste his own bitterness as the words fall from his tongue.

“Such grand news,” you gasp, “and yet…you speak with such hesitation. Has this news not brought you joy, my captain?”

“Forgive me, my lady,” he says unamused, voice low and just shy of a grumble, “I value your wellbeing above all. Should a capable prince ask for your hand, I would be most delighted if that is what you accept.”

“You do not sound delighted at the idea,” you tease.

“Perhaps my lady has not given me reason to think she would be interested in such a proposition,” he mutters.

This time, his voice does, in fact, sound the slightest bit petulant—like a child who sulks after being scolded. His tone is usually one that is far too courteous. Painfully so, in fact. (You’ve spent a good number of exasperating moments insisting he be more casual with you. You reap the rewards of those efforts few and far in between). But now, he betrays himself with a flicker of frustration, far too evidently for even you to miss.

He realizes too late how childish the words must sound spoken so irritably. You can tell that he clenches his jaw, seeing the tension even under the mask as he forces himself to still the bitterness spreading through his veins.

“Tell me, my dear knight,” you grin. You can imagine the unhappy lift of his brow as you speak, “what makes you so certain I would be disinterested in such an enticing offer?”

“It seems my assumptions were incorrect,” he grunts, straightening his back before promptly adding, “forgive me, my lady. I must see to rather urgent military affairs. I shall be seeing you—”

“Jealousy is unbecoming on you, Sir Capitano,” you quip, your hand grabbing at his wrist, tugging him towards you. He stills, stiff as a statue as your hand reaches for his helmet once more.

This time, he doesn’t stop you. He allows the lithe, delicate fingers he knows so well to grab at the edge of his helmet, carefully tugging it off before his face slowly reveals itself to you. You smile, cupping a cheek before tracing your thumb along the soft skin of his face.

“I am not jealous,” he says stubbornly.

“Haven’t they taught you never to lie to a princess?” You hum, stepping closer. His lips twitch just a fraction at the edges before two strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him. Flush against his chest. Tucked right against his heart. Pressed so close, you almost wonder if you could feel his heart beating through the armor if you paid close enough attention.

“You torment me, my lady,” he murmurs quietly, “I fear I cannot accept this arrangement. It would tear through my soul to watch you be wed to another.”

“Then do not watch me,” you whisper.

You have seen his eyes flicker with soft, warm affection countless times. There is beauty underneath the helmet he wears so often, beauty that not many are so fortunate to see. You see it often, though. In private, hidden moments that he affords you. In the quiet of your chambers where the maids cannot disturb you. In the corners of the palace where no one can interrupt your fleetingly lingering touches and longing gazes.

Your hands hold his face, slowly pulling him closer as you study every precious slope across his skin. The slightly jagged curve of his nose. The plumpness of his lips. The slant of his sharp cheekbones. Every feature you know by heart, and revisit in your dreams.

You smile lightly at the thought of his jealousy, as guilty as you should feel for teasing him. Your knight—and you, his beloved princess.

“Do you wish to marry a prince?” He asks, leaning into your neck, breathing in your scent as his nose trails up your jaw until it reaches your cheek. Your breath hitches. His lips quirk into a smile.

“I wish to marry someone who owns my heart,” you say breathlessly, “prince or not.”

“Perhaps what you need is someone who is far more capable of carrying the weight of your heart. You possess rather discerning taste—it is not easy to please you, my lady.”

You huff, glaring at him from the corner of your eyes as you ask, “do you mean to call me difficult?”

“Among other things,” he chuckles. There’s a light, teasing trail of kisses pressed to your skin, leading straight to your lips. Capitano knows exactly what he’s doing, though—he stops just at the corner of them, making you pout as you try to lean in and close the gap.

He grins smugly, pulling away just enough to create distance between your mouths.

“You should not toy with a princess,” you say, displeased.

He hums, rubbing the small of your back as he counters, “and you should not toy with the heart of a man devoted to you.”

“Forgive me, my dear knight,” you murmur, gently bringing his face closer as your hands cradle his face once more, “I shall not torment you with such teasing again.”

“I am most grateful, your highness,” he fights back a chuckle.

Jealousy is unbecoming on someone as noble as the captain of your military forces. You like the way it looks on him just a little, anyway. Love the way his posture is more rigid and his voice is sharper when forced to consider the possibility of your heart yearning elsewhere. Enjoy the way he holds you tighter and closer as cool armor steals your warmth.

“Shall I tell this prince I am not interested?” You ask with a knowing look.

He hums thoughtfully, a smug smile playing on his lips as he replies, “no, I think I’d rather witness the expression of his highness when he realizes his charms hold no sway over you—a rare defeat for a man so certain of his allure.”

“Someday I shall marry you, my dear knight,” you whisper. Finally, with a softened look, he leans in to kiss you. Slow. Delicate. So gentle, it almost feels like you are one whisper from the wind away from falling apart.

“I look forward to it, my lady. Not even celestia could stop me from claiming your hand.”

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The last line is a big rip if you know what I mean 😔

[suiana]

this is inspired by inês and pedro from portugese history or smth BUT imagine being a servant to some noble princess and she marries your future yandere! king who falls for you instead of his wife.

you're loyal to your princess and don't reciprocate his feelings obviously. also, you're just a mere servant, not even of any noble blood. you can't dare to imagine being with a king. that doesn't stop the man from wanting you all to himself though.

he's never felt anything like this before. like yes, he's seen beautiful peolple but it doesn't even match up to the feelings that stir inside him when he as much as thinks about you. everything he feels makes him feel like a pre-pubescent boy that wants you carnally. it's a bit embarrassing. he's the king of a kingdom after all. always calm, always composed, never rash or impulsive. not like this.

but you're perfect.

he must have you. he's worked so hard, surely he deserves some compensation in the form of someone he really adores. so what if he has a wife? it was just an arranged marriage anyway. he bets his wife doesn't even like him and has a secret lover somewhere else.

you're the one he wants. not this random princess.

so he pursues you, wanting nothing more than for you to love him back. to love him and only him. all his council men and advisors tell him not to do it. that it's not wise to go after his wife's servant, some no name commoner. he doesn't care.

unfortunately for you, you succumbed to his advances. fortunately for him, you began to show him the love he so desperately craved.

and thus began your not-so-secret relationship. it was... quite wonderful, actually. he was an amazing lover. he treated you to the finest delicacies and spoiled you rotten. he truly only ever wanted the best for you and it showed in his actions. so much so that everyone was aware of how fond he was over you. even the queen (your princess) was supportive of your relationship with him.

however, all good times have to come to an end.

as expected, his parents weren't happy with your relationship with their son. are you serious? this random ahhh commoner is the one their son loves?? no way. this does not match their agenda.

you were charged with treason and sentenced to death not long after. your beloved king couldn't even do anything about it because he was in another kingdom attending to important affairs. truly the most despicable of parents.

you were set to be executed on the gulliotine in the middle of the kingdom. public humilation, is it? you made your way to your death bed, staring at the masses of people who commented about how pitiful you were. alas was the fate of an unlucky commoner.

"thank you, my love."

and you shut your eyes, never to open them ever again as the blade came falling down on your neck.

"stop!"

it was too late. the blade had already sliced your head off your body, blood pooling on the ground as your lifeless body remain limp on the gulliotine.

all was quite, except the laboured breaths of the kingdom's king as he shakily made his way over to your head. his hands were cold, eyes wide open in horror as he mutters to himself as though it would comfort him.

"no, no, no... hey, this is just a joke right? this..."

everyone in the area could only stare silently as their king silently wept over your death. his once pristine white garments now stained red as he cradles your head in his arms.

"why? why you? anyone but you..."

who knew that your death would be witnessed by your lover too? that your death day would coincide with his homecoming?

and just as fast as his despair and sadness came, so did rage.

all was calm except for the screams of his parents as his sword plunged deep into their chests. his face was dark, jaw tight as he gave a mere glance back at the crowd.

"kill everyone. make sure no one leaves alive."

at his order, all hell broke loose. where was the calm and benevolent king they knew?!

screams of pain and agony, cries for mercy... the crowd could only watch as their king stood beside your body. there wasn't a hint of remorse in his face. in fact, they couldn't read what he was even feeling. all they could see was the face of a man who was utterly crushed and desperate for his lover.

...

a few days after his massacre, he had divorced his ex wife and crowned you as his new spouse. he had carefully sown your head back onto your body, not wanting anyone else to touch what was his.

"you're beautiful, my darling."

he kisses your cold lips, helping you get dressed in your coronation outfit. his hands were soft, gentle as they always were with you. he wouldn't let anyone touch you. no, they didn't deserve to touch you. only he did.

he gently carried your body out to the grand hall, not caring about the terrified glances and looks from his advisors and the royal court. right, he had also brutally murdered anyone related to your death. the executioner, the advisors who agreed to your execution... no longer was he the benevolent king he was once known as but a mad dog.

"bow down to your new ruler."

he'll make sure you get recognised as what you were supposed to be recognised as.

how dare they try and kill you like you weren't his one and only? how dare they think so little of you and get rid of you when he wasn't in the country? that is a royal crime. not only are they looking down on you, but on him as well.

"from now on, you will listen to every demand and word that my spouse says."

if the air around the ballroom wasn't so thick, it might have come out as a joke. after all, you were dead. how were you to talk every again?

"welcome our new ruler."

that wasn't a question. it was a demand.

your king will make sure you get the love and respect you deserve. and who knows, maybe he'll get you back with how dedicated he is. he knows a thing or two about dark magic, perhaps the next thing he'll do is bring you back to life.

yes, that is a good idea. that way you and him can truly be together once again.

[luvyeni]

1095 DAYS ,, 방찬

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ exinmate!bangchan x fem!reader wc. 1.3k

genre. smut

🦢◞  including ... oral ( m. receiving ), unprotected sex, breeding kink, daddy kink

request. HERE I AM AGAIN! Ahem so I want a chan smut "he comes out of prison after 2 years for killing your psycho ex and you wait for him at home dressed in his fav way ;)" yeahhhh sounds horrible and freaky but I trust you ;)))

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 enjoy it probably one of my favs in a while !

❪ masterlist! ❫

1095 days; 16 hours, 30 minutes and 23 agonizing seconds since you could wake up to his arms warmly wrapped around you in the morning, hear his laugh when he tells you a corny joke that you laugh at just to make him smile— it was finally coming to an end.

3 years before you met chan; you were in a very physically and verbally abusive relationship with your ex; he destroyed you and everything around you— if it wasn't for chan you probably wouldn't have escaped; he saved you, and after he saved you he protected you, didn't let anyone harm you.

when your ex began to stalk you again; finding your shared apartment with chan, breaking into your home thinking you were alone; fortunately for you; you were weren't, but you couldn't say the same thing about your ex. he left out in a body bag, but the love of your life; the only man to protect you was also leaving out that night— in handcuffs.

the court process was long and stressful; and in the end he was sentenced to 5 years in prison for the murder of your ex— 5 years which you told him you'd serve right by his side; well on the outside.

it was the hardest time of both your lives; seeing him locked up in a cage when you went to visit him; sometimes covered in bruises due to fights he would get into with other inmates. only being able to speak to him for short periods of time, most of the time it was him listening to you cry about how you missed him and you needed him, which only made him upset; but he would never change what he did , if he could go back and do it again, he would.

luckily it was all over; he was released, 3 years later; 2 years before his release due to good behavior— he couldn't wait to be and to touch you, it was the first thing he thought about as he walked through those gates. “look at you.” lee know a good friend of his waited with his car. “you’re fucking jacked, did all you do was work out?” he pulled the boy into a hug. “ah! so good to be out.” he said. “and that's all i could do man, that and think about my girl.”

“speaking of your girl; don't worry we made sure she was straight the entire time, she's waiting for you at home.” he smiled getting into the car. “take me to my girl.”

staring at yourself in the mirror; you looked sexy, and it was chans favorite. “perfect.” you smiled to yourself, heart pounding, you'd finally have him in your arms again— you'd finally have him inside you again. “baby?” you heard his voice , the door closing being him. “oh my god!” you shrieked, running out of the room. “channie!” you jumped into his arms. “babygirl.” he lifted you up. “fuck i missed you so much princess.”

“i missed you too.” you said , he groaned. “seeing you and not being able to touch you was fucking torture.” he said. “it's been torture.” you whined, kissing his neck. “i needed you.” he moaned as you bit his neck. “it's not the same using my fingers.” he could feel his cock hardening in his sweats. “then how about i give my pretty princess what she's been needing for the past three years?” he hummed against your skin. “let's take this too the bed room baby.”

he carried you to the room, sitting you down on the bed, taking in your outfit. “oh baby i surely did miss this.” he sighed. “good cause you're getting this for the next few months.” you looked at him with glazed over eyes as you sunk to your knees, hold the waistband of his sweats. “yeah?” he said. “gonna suck my cock?” you nodded; pulling his pants down, along with his underwear , his cock almost slapping you in the face. “missed this so much.”

you grabbed the base of his cock; kissing his tip. “fuck baby , give me what i've been missing.” you sunk down on his length; his head knocking back as you began to bob your head up and down. “that's it baby, suck my cock.” he hadn't felt this in so long; unable to ever have privacy in a prison cell; he was force to be celibate the three years he was locked up. “fu-fuck baby , not gonna last long; take it fully choke on daddy's dick.” he grunted , your removed your hand from stroking what you couldn't fit inside your mouth, holding his thighs as you took him fully , gagging around his length. “yes fuck!” his thick accent and deep moans , shooting straight to your cunt , making you moan around his length. “fuck baby gonna blow my load , gonna take it right fuck , take it right down your throat?”

he began to thrust himself; using your throat. “fuck baby im gonna cum, gonna fucking cum?” he released over and over. “fuck im cumming!” he shouted , cumming into your waiting mouth , pulling out cumming onto your cheek. “good girl , taking daddy's cock like that.” he moaned, slapping his cock on your cheek. “time for daddy to fuck that pretty pussy of his.”

he helped you up. “as much as i love this pretty outfit, it's time to take this off so i can get a good look of your pretty body.” you slowly took off your lingerie, he watched you , stroking his cock. “you like daddy?” he smirked. “so fucking much princess , your pretty photos is what kept me sane for those three years.” he groaned. “go ahead and get on the bed for me.”

he cursed as you climbed on to the bed , spreading your legs revealing your wet center. “so wet baby, you really missed my cock didn't you?” he got in between your legs. “so-so much.” you moaned. “missed it so much.” you said , running your freshly manicured fingernails , pink with his initials , down his abs. “please fuck me.”

he wasn't gonna deny you or himself , pushing himself inside you. “oh yes.” he moaned. “this is what i've been missing.” he slowly rocked his cock inside of you. “ch-chris.” you moaned. “so-so fucking big.” the familiarity of his cock stretching you out , giving your cunt exactly what it wanted after so many years. “go faster please.”

he pushed your legs against your chest. “want daddy to go faster, fuck you deeper?” you nodded, he folded your body in half , pounding into you. “fuck!” you screamed. “this what you want?” he plowed into you. “for me to ruin this pussy?” he hissed. “yes please!” you cried out. “fu-fuck princess , daddy missed you so much.” he cursed. “missed feeling you squeezing me like this.” he groaned , the last three years were hell , now that he was out , he wasn't going back , he would never leave you for that long. “shit im gonna cum.” he moaned. “me-me too.” you moaned. “please cum inside me.”

“yeah? want me to cum inside you, give you a baby?” he cursed, he was ready to settle down with you, he had it all figured out , get a job at changbins auto shop; marry you and start a family. “please chan , give me a baby.” he kissed your neck. “channie im gonna cum.” you moaned. “gonna cum all over your cock.”

“fuck baby do it, cream daddy's cock.” he watched your mouth drop open as you came. “oh fuck that's it baby cum for daddy.” he groaned. “gonna cum.” his thrust began to falter. “fuck im cumming!” his cock twitching as he came deep inside you. “shit.”

he pulled out; watching his cum leak out. “mhm , not done baby , daddy's still hard.” he began to thrust inside you. “chan.” you shook in overstimulation. “ch-chan please fuck me.” he smiled. “don't worry baby.”

“daddys got so much more cum for you pretty girl.”

©LUVYEN

[babyleostuff]

passenger princess(es)

𝜗𝜚 fluff, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 wc: 894

・ ❥ ・ there is nothing that could stop cheol from taking care of his passenger princess(es)

„hey baby, can you pass me the water bottle?” seungcheol let go of the wheel, so he could grab the bottle from you, not tearing his eyes from the road for a second. 

cheol was a great driver, excellent even in his humble opinion - he has never gotten a ticket in his life, and people told him on multiple occasions how safe they felt with him behind the wheel. he was also very much aware of how hot he looked driving, something he often used against you. with the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up (which accentuated his yummy biceps even more), the expensive watch around his wrist and, for dessert, his other hand resting on your thigh - you had no other way out than to totally thirst over your unfairly sexy boyfriend.

there were times when you found yourself staring at him with no shame, he was that hot. not that seungcheol cared, if he did he wouldn’t flex his biceps on purpose while grabbing the wheel. 

but while he was (obviously) very careful while driving, it seemed that his protective instincts kicked in on a higher level when you were sitting next to him. 

that’s why when you didn’t answer him, or gave him the bottle, he made sure to grab the wheel with both of his hands before throwing a glance at you. 

„my love, did you h-,” words stuck in his throat when he saw your closed eyes and your head resting against the window. cheol knew that sooner or later you would fall asleep anyway, no matter how hard you insisted on not sleeping. “i want to keep you company,” you pouted angrily, and grabbed the AUX, “don’t want you to feel lonely.” it was on the tip of cheol's tongue that there was no chance he would feel lonely, even if you were sleeping. not to mention your little white fluff ball in the backseat that always kept him company. 

„you see, told you mommy would fall asleep,” he laughed, looking at your precious baby in the rearview mirror. kkuma seemed to have the best time looking at the passing cars, barking at some of them, and wagging her tail at others. 

seungcheol sighed with a smile, as he grabbed your hand that was resting on your tummy. „ah, what am i going to do with you, my silly girls.” 

to be honest - he couldn't have been more content. you spent the whole day together on the beach, with kkuma running into the waves (she ended up looking like a wet mop), eating food from the seaside food stalls, walking along the shore, and finally ending the day with a swim together. days off were the best. 

suddenly, his daydream was cut short when he felt you shiver. cheol wouldn’t have been that worried (you sometimes got those shivers in your sleep, which he always found really cute), but you grabbed his hand tighter, as if you were searching for more body heat. he frowned as he ran his hand over your arm, feeling the goosebumps on your skin. 

„why didn’t you just tell me you were cold,” he muttered, half annoyed, and half worried. your hair was still wet, and your clothes damp after you put them over your swimsuit, so if the AC was too low you could get sick - something seungcheol wouldn’t let happen, even if it meant he’d have to fight the illness himself. 

fortunately, there was a gas station a few kilometers away.

he parked right next to a small field of grass so he could also let kkuma out for a moment, and opened the trunk in search of a blanket he could cover you with. cheol also found his sweater and decided that two layers wouldn’t hurt. 

to avoid any neck or back cramps, seungcheol gently repositioned you in your seat so as not to wake you up, but still let you sleep peacefully without straining any muscles. technically he could just turn the heating on, but he just let you freeze for the past god knows how many minutes - he had to bundle you up. „my pretty girl,” he stroked your cheek, leaning in to kiss your nose, before covering you with the sweater. 

„c-cheollie?” you suddenly mumbled, and raised your hand to rub your eyes. your boyfriend couldn’t help but laugh at your slightly confused expression.  

„i pulled over, baby,” he said softly. „you were sleeping and you were clearly freezing, which by the way, please let me know next time if you're cold, so i stopped to cover you up.” 

you looked at him with big, sleepy eyes like you were still trying to figure out which planet you were on - you were clearly still too tired to understand. „’s okay, go back to sleep.” 

some people were afraid of sleeping in cars, after all, there were so many situations that could lead to a catastrophe - what if the driver fell asleep or did not notice the approaching vehicle? 

but you were not scared at all, not in the slightest. if you had to pick one person on earth that made you feel the safest, you’d pick choi seungcheol without a hesitation. in a car or not - you knew he’d protect you no matter what. 

that's why, without thinking, you nodded and closed your eyes, falling back asleep.

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[dirtysvthoughts]

mafia boss! wonwoo x reader headcanons

tags/warnings: smut, female! reader, reader is shorter than wonwoo, some pwp, some worldbuilding before the smut (you know how i do), pet names (pretty girl, little one, etc.), mentions of love languages, mentions of lingerie, fingering, lots of kissing and making out, mentions of a dinner, apartment sex, kitchen sex into bedroom sex, make sure they wrap it up before you unwrap it! i’m actually highly upset i can’t have wonwoo blow my back out on a regular

author’s note: first of all, HEY BESTIES! i know i’ve been kinda silent, but i’m slowly getting back my will and motivation to write (do NOT take 3 classes during the summer). i’ve been dying to get my thoughts out on this after the lalali mv, and who knows - this may end up as a full length fic sometime soon 👀 let’s get into it!

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-mafia boss! wonwoo whose gang started off small, and now he runs one of the largest mafia organizations in the country. he’s cunning, smart, sly, intimidating, even ruthless. those under him respect and admire him, from his vice-leader to the newer members. he strikes fear into several and he is not to be taken lightly or crossed. several groups have been eliminated with just a few words from his lips (like he said, he’s a monster).

-then enter you, his lover, whose entire lifestyle is the opposite of the one he leads. you’re just a simple office worker, but you’re fortunate enough to have some extra pleasures, like a lavish apartment and a decent social life. wonwoo has had his share of women and previous relationships, but you were different. you keep him level headed and grounded. your calm demeanor and intelligence are so very, very attractive to him. and of course, your looks and natural beauty were stunning. he’s protective of you and would prefer you rather not get involved in any of his business endeavors.

-even though he insists on not bringing you into his craziness, he wants to help you out and provide for you as much as he can. his acts of service have ranged from his captains running errands for you to even giving you large monetary gifts every few months.

smut under the cut!! minors DO NOT INTERACT FROM HERE!

-good god, sex with mafia boss! wonwoo would go two ways: rough sex with you screaming and begging for mercy or soft sex with you whimpering and moaning his name, telling you to hold your cum in until he says you can release it. either way, his dominance will be asserted.

-has multiple pet names for you, but absolutely loves calling you: “little one,” “princess,” “my darling,” and “pretty girl.”

-mafia boss! wonwoo has an OBSESSION with you in lingerie. he. can’t. get. enough. he’s bought you multiple sets, and of course has his favorites. absolutely loves it when you dress up for him, he will roam his calloused hands up and down your body, kissing your stomach as he toys with the hem of your panties.

-one of your sexual encounters was in his gang’s warehouse (before the group’s weekly meeting, so it was empty). he looked so dashing in his green gucci suit, hair pulled back into a bun - the wetness gushing in your panties making it clear you needed him. when he closes and locks the warehouse garage door, he crashes his lips onto yours while his hands grab your ass. he grunted something about missing you and how he needed to feel your tight cunt around him. at the moment, you’re unable to form words, but you feel the exact same way, all you could think about was him while you were working and the last time he fucked you silly. he walks you over to a table, lips still on yours and his hands now moving to take off your blouse. he tosses the white garment to the side, leaving you in your bra and work pants. once the back of your knees hit the edge of the table, he guides you to lay on top, clearing off everything in your way - objects loudly crashing to the floor. he caresses your face as his right hand works the clasps and the zipper on your pants, fingers slowly trailing inside your panties, and lightly touching your clit from the outside. you can help but bite your lip and moan his name, wonwoo smirking in response and he rubs the pad of his fingers around your part. “think you can finish before junghoon (his vice leader) gets here, little one?”

-another wonderful sexual encounter brought out his soft dom side. he wanted to spend some time with you, so you two set a date where he can come over to your place, have some food, and enjoy your company. on the day of, he rings the doorbell to your apartment, bringing with him a bottle of champagne, dressed in a white mock turtleneck with black pants. when you open the door, a smile appears on his face and you take his hand, leading him through the door. you just put him at ease, and he feels so comfortable around you. “i missed you my darling,” he whispers as he kisses your hand, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

-some time passes after dinner, and the two of you are talking in the kitchen with champagne still in your glasses. as you sit on the counter, wonwoo finishes washing the dishes, thanking you for the meal. you shrug and say it was nothing and you didn’t mind, but wonwoo insists that it was something more. “i know i don’t say this a lot, but i want to let you know that i do love you, and you mean a lot to me.” your heart melts at his words and you give wonwoo a hug as he comes back to your side. “i love you too, baby,” you whisper. a few moments later, you delicately press your lips on his, and he seals the deal. your tongues dance together as you continue to kiss, this time your hands are the first to move and they tug at the hem of his turtleneck, pulling it up to reveal some of his abs. he helps you out as his shirt goes higher, and it’s quickly tossed to the other side of the room. he returns the favor by taking off your crop top, revealing the bra that beautifully accentuates your breasts. he licks his lips as he kisses your neck, his hands moving slowly up your thighs. “w-wonwoo,” you whine, “i need you!” “i know, darling, i know,” he responds. “you’ll have everything you want and more tonight.” he carries you bridal style to your bedroom, lips still locked together as gently tosses you onto the bed.

-you’re pretty sure by now your neighbors can hear you moan for your partner, but you could care less right now - wonwoo was thrusting into so deliciously that you body pinged with each movement. he knew your body and he knew how to please you, and tonight he wanted to make sure just how much you meant to him. filthy phrases leave his mouth, calling you his baby girl, how perfect your pussy was for him, and all he wanted was to see your legs covered in his juices. you grasp onto your hotel-like white sheets, your face contorting as his deep voice and dick send you over the edge when he hits your spot and releases his load in you. you breathe heavily as you come too, saying his name over and over as if it was the only thing you knew.

“i love you little one,” he kisses your cheek as he pulls out, embracing you as you cuddle up to his side.

“mmm, i love you too.”