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[timothyslucy]

lucy chen staircase reveal when, hm? WHEN???

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

You Should Have Listened

Soft Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Mean Daddy!Rio Vidal x bratty!fem!reader

Word count: 2.5K words

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Overstimulation, Power Play, Orgasm Denial/Control, Degradation, Consensual Non-Consent (CNC), Choking (Light Breath Play), Rough Handling, Punishment Kink, Brat Taming

Authors notes: My first time writing Rio and she'll be added to my list of characters I'll write for~

The tension in the air was thick, simmering with the consequences of your behavior throughout the day. You'd been testing their patience from the moment you woke up—snarky remarks, sly smirks, brushing off their warnings with a flippant attitude.

Agatha’s eyes, usually calculating and sharp, were now darker, and her lips curled into a smile that promised retribution. Rio, on the other hand, wasn’t smiling at all. The quiet intensity in her gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

“Is this how you want to end your day?” Rio’s voice was low, dangerously calm, her brown eyes narrowing on you from across the room. She stood with her arms crossed, muscles tense beneath her tailored suit, exuding a dominant energy that made your heart race. Her presence commanded authority, and you could tell she was done playing your games.

Agatha, perched elegantly on the arm of a chair, tilted her head, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder. “You’ve been quite the little brat today, haven’t you?” she purred, her voice laced with dark amusement. “I think it’s time you learned some respect.” Her smile widened as she looked at Rio. “Don’t you agree, darling?”

Rio’s jaw clenched as she stepped closer, towering over you. “I’ve had enough,” she growled, her voice dripping with authority. “You’ve been begging for this all day, and now you’re going to get exactly what you deserve.”

Before you could respond, Rio’s hand was around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you who was in charge. “On your knees,” she ordered, her eyes daring you to disobey.

You hesitated for a fraction of a second, testing the limits just once more. But that was all it took for Rio to tighten her grip slightly, her eyes blazing with warning. “Now.”

Your knees hit the floor, heart pounding in your chest. Agatha’s soft laughter echoed through the room as she watched the scene unfold, clearly enjoying every moment. “Good girl,” she cooed, her voice condescending as she stood up, walking over to stand beside Rio.

“You’ve been playing games, little one,” Agatha said, her fingers trailing along your jaw as she circled around you. “But now? Now we get to play our game.”

Rio’s hand moved from your throat, grabbing your chin to force you to look up at her. “And trust me,” she said, voice rough with restrained anger, “you’re not going to enjoy it nearly as much as we will.”

This was the consequence of pushing them too far. And deep down, as much as you feared what was to come, you knew part of you had been craving this all along.

With Rio the punishments were long and harsh. So the moment the words, "I think since she wants it so badly maybe we should overstimulate her?" Came out of her mouth to Agatha you were squirming.

The moment Rio's words hung in the air, your stomach twisted with anticipation. Overstimulation. You knew exactly what that meant, and your body reacted immediately, squirming under their combined gaze. A nervous whimper slipped from your lips as Rio’s grip on your chin tightened, her eyes dark with intent.

Agatha’s laugh was soft and cruel, sending shivers down your spine. She walked around you slowly, her heels clicking against the floor, creating an echo that only intensified the tension. "Oh, I like that idea," Agatha purred, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Since she’s been such a brat, it’s only fair we give her exactly what she’s been asking for… more than she can handle.”

You could already feel the heat building within you, the fear and desire twisting together in a way that made it hard to breathe. Rio’s expression was unreadable, her face set in a hard line as she watched you struggle. There was no softness in her now—just the unyielding force of her authority. She had warned you, given you chances to behave, and now it was time to pay the price.

"Look at her," Agatha said, amusement dancing in her voice as she came to stand behind you, her fingers trailing down your back teasingly. "Already squirming and we haven’t even touched her properly yet.”

Rio’s lips curled into a small, dangerous smile as she knelt in front of you, her face inches from yours. “You wanted to push us all day. And now that you’ve got our attention, you’re going to wish you hadn’t.”

Without warning, Agatha’s hand slid into your hair, pulling your head back roughly, exposing your neck. “No more of your little games,” she whispered into your ear, her breath hot against your skin. “Now it’s our turn.”

Rio’s eyes flicked up to Agatha’s, a silent exchange passing between them before she turned her full attention back to you. “We’re going to take you apart, piece by piece,” Rio said, her voice low and authoritative. “And you’re going to take it, every last bit of it. No whining, no begging for it to stop.”

Agatha’s grip on your hair tightened as she forced you to look at Rio. “She’ll beg,” Agatha said with a smirk. “But we won’t be listening, will we?”

Your heart raced, the reality of your punishment sinking in. Rio’s hands were already trailing down your body, her touch firm but calculated. The sensation sent electric pulses through you, and you tried to hold still, knowing how much worse it would be if you squirmed too much. But the moment Rio’s hand slipped between your thighs, teasingly light at first, you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped.

“She’s already soaked,” Rio said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Guess she really does want this.”

“Of course she does,” Agatha cooed, her tone mocking as she let go of your hair and moved to kneel behind you. She pressed her body against yours, her breath ghosting over your neck as her hands roamed your sides. “She can pretend all she wants, but deep down, this is exactly what she craves. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of Rio’s touch, but Agatha didn’t seem to need a reply. Her teeth grazed your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,” she whispered. “We’ll make sure you get exactly what you deserve… over and over again.”

And with that, Rio’s fingers pressed harder, slipping inside you, slow at first but deep. You moaned, your body tensing under the sudden intrusion, but it was only the beginning. Rio’s dark eyes locked onto yours, her gaze never wavering as she set a pace that was relentless, her fingers moving in a rhythm designed to push you closer to the edge.

Agatha’s hand snaked around your waist, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin while her lips found the sensitive spot on your neck. “No holding back now,” she murmured, her voice a dangerous promise. “You’re going to give us everything.”

The pleasure built quickly, too quickly, and you found yourself struggling to breathe, your body teetering on the brink. But just as you were about to fall over that edge, Rio stopped, pulling her hand away with a smirk as you gasped in frustration.

"Not yet," she said darkly. "We’re just getting started.”

A frustrated whine slipped from your throat, your body shaking with the denial of release. Agatha chuckled darkly behind you, her breath hot against the back of your neck as her hand wandered lower, fingers ghosting just over the spot where you needed her most.

"You’re going to learn patience," Agatha whispered, her voice a mixture of menace and playfulness. "You’ve been so eager, so desperate for attention all day. Now we’ll give it to you—but not in the way you want."

Rio leaned back slightly, still kneeling in front of you, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as she watched you squirm. “I told you,” she said, her voice steady and firm, “you’re not getting out of this until we decide you’ve had enough.” Her fingers teased your inner thighs, dangerously close but never giving you the satisfaction of more.

You tried to hold still, knowing it would only drag this out, but the combination of Agatha’s lips on your neck and Rio’s agonizingly slow touches had you trembling with need. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, and despite yourself, you shifted, trying to get more, but Rio’s hand pressed firmly on your thigh, keeping you still.

“Look at her,” Agatha purred, her lips curving into a smirk as she watched you struggle. “So needy, so desperate. It’s almost pitiful.” Her fingers slipped lower, just barely brushing over your clit, the brief contact sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily, but Agatha pulled her hand away just as quickly, leaving you gasping in frustration. “Patience, little one,” she cooed mockingly, her voice dripping with condescension. “We’re nowhere near done with you yet.”

Rio’s fingers returned, slipping inside you again, but this time, her pace was torturously slow, dragging out every movement. She watched every twitch of your body, every gasp that escaped your lips, and she took her time, deliberately keeping you on the edge without ever letting you tip over.

“You’re going to beg by the time we’re done,” Rio said softly, her tone laced with a dangerous promise. “Beg for release, beg for mercy. But it won’t come until we’ve wrung every last ounce of control from you.”

Agatha’s laughter was low and amused as her hand came to rest on your throat, her grip just tight enough to remind you of your place. “And when you do beg,” she whispered into your ear, “we’ll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as the weight of their control pressed down on you. They weren’t going to let you off easy—not after the way you’d pushed them all day. Agatha’s fingers returned, this time stroking your clit with feather-light touches that made you arch against her, desperate for more.

“Such a needy little thing,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. “But you’ll take what we give you. Nothing more.”

Rio’s pace quickened suddenly, fingers pumping in and out of you with precision, and the combined sensation of her and Agatha’s teasing touches had you spiraling toward release again. Your body tensed, breath catching in your throat as the pleasure built, unbearable and all-consuming.

But just as you were about to fall apart, Rio stopped again, pulling her hand away, leaving you gasping, trembling, and completely undone.

“Not yet,” she growled, eyes dark with amusement as you let out a strangled cry of frustration. “You don’t get to finish until we say so.”

Agatha’s grip tightened on your throat as she chuckled softly. “Oh, you poor thing. Don’t worry, you’ll get there eventually… but only after you’ve earned it.”

The frustration overwhelmed you, your body aching with the need for release, but you knew better than to beg. They’d been so clear—any sign of weakness would only fuel their cruelty further. Still, your legs trembled, your breath hitched, and despite your best efforts, a desperate whimper escaped your lips.

Agatha’s lips curved into a wicked smile at the sound. “Hear that, Rio? She’s already starting to break.”

Rio’s hand came up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip. “Oh, she’ll break,” Rio said, voice low and deadly, “but not until we’ve had our fun.”

Her hand trailed back down between your legs, fingers slipping inside you once more with a roughness that made you gasp. This time, there was no teasing, no slow build. Rio’s pace was brutal, fingers thrusting deep inside you with a rhythm designed to push you toward the edge with terrifying speed.

Agatha’s fingers danced over your clit, circling, pressing, never giving you a moment of reprieve. Every nerve in your body was on fire, every muscle straining against the overwhelming sensations they were forcing on you.

You were teetering on the brink, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt, your mind spiraling as you struggled to hold yourself together. But there was no escape—not with Agatha’s hand tight around your throat, not with Rio’s relentless pace, not with both of them so focused on breaking you completely.

“You’re so close, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Agatha whispered, her voice like silk against your ear. “So close to giving in. To falling apart for us.”

Your body betrayed you, hips bucking against Rio’s hand as the pressure built and built, pushing you to the very edge of sanity. Your breaths were shallow, gasping, as the pleasure became too much, your mind hazy from the overwhelming sensations.

Rio’s eyes met yours, her gaze hard and unforgiving. “Come,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Come for us now.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an order. And the moment the words left her mouth, your body responded, finally letting go. You cried out, back arching, every muscle tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, so intense it left you trembling and breathless. The orgasm ripped through you, relentless and overwhelming, pushing you to the point where you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—couldn’t do anything but feel.

But they didn’t stop.

Agatha’s fingers kept working your clit, drawing out every ounce of pleasure as Rio’s thrusts didn’t slow, didn’t falter. You were still riding the high of your release when it became too much, the overstimulation hitting you like a shock to your system. You squirmed, tried to pull away, but there was no escaping their control.

“Ah, ah,” Agatha teased, her grip on your throat tightening slightly as she kept you in place. “We’re not finished with you yet.”

The sensations became unbearable, your body writhing with the intensity of it all. You whimpered, legs shaking as another orgasm built, faster this time, the pleasure merging with the pain of overstimulation until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Look at her,” Rio growled, her pace merciless as she pushed you through the second wave of pleasure. “Falling apart so beautifully.”

You were too far gone to respond, your body shuddering as another climax ripped through you, your mind a haze of white-hot pleasure and overwhelming exhaustion. Agatha’s grip finally loosened as she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, her voice a purr in your ear.

“There’s our good girl,” she cooed softly, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “Now you’ve learned your lesson.”

Rio’s fingers finally slowed, drawing out the last of your pleasure before she pulled away, leaving you breathless and trembling on the floor. She wiped her hand on a nearby cloth, her expression cool and collected as she stood up, towering over you once more.

“You’ll behave tomorrow,” Rio said, her voice dark and certain, “or this will seem like mercy compared to what we’ll do next time.”

Agatha smiled sweetly as she knelt beside you, her hand brushing a lock of hair from your damp forehead. “But don’t worry, darling. If you do behave,” she murmured, “we might even be nice to you.”

You lay there, exhausted and utterly spent, as they both stood over you, their presence still commanding, still powerful.

You’d pushed them too far, and they had broken you, exactly as promised.

[soulofapatrick]

Snap into place - Azriel x female reader

Summary: You meet Azriel and the mate bond snaps into place

Words: 2.7K

Warnings: None really; heated make out session

Notes; debating on a smutty part two...

Y/N's POV

I land softly in the grand dining room of the House of Wind, the air thick with the scent of fresh herbs and a hint of something sweet. Rhysand’s arms release me gently, and I steady myself on my feet, my heart racing from the exhilaration of flying through the skies of Velaris. The room is filled with soft, glowing light, casting an inviting warmth over the beautifully arranged table. A high ceiling adorned with intricate carvings seems to echo with laughter and conversation.

Before I can take in my surroundings fully, a stunning figure catches my eye. A woman with long, flowing blonde hair and striking features stands nearby, wearing a form-fitting red dress that barely conceals anything in the front. It clings to her curves, exuding confidence and allure.

“Ah, my cousin,” Rhysand announces, his voice filled with warmth. “This is Morrigan—though everyone just calls her Mor.”

Before I can respond, Mor crosses the room in a heartbeat, pulling me into a fierce hug. Her laughter is bright and infectious. “Welcome! I’m so glad you’re here!” she exclaims, her voice a melodic blend of mischief and sincerity. I feel an instant warmth in her embrace, a sense of belonging I didn’t expect.

“Thank you,” I manage to say as she releases me, taking a step back with a bright smile that makes her appear even more radiant.

Feyre steps forward, her expression friendly and open. “Let me introduce you to my sisters,” she says, guiding me toward a small group nearby.

Nesta stands with her arms crossed, an aura of guardedness surrounding her. She meets my gaze with a sharp look, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders. “You’re Rhysand’s guest?” she asks, her tone skeptical.

“Yes,” I reply, trying to match her intensity with a friendly smile.

Elain, their sister, smiles softly at me. She has an ethereal quality, with gentle features that instantly make me feel at ease. “It’s lovely to meet you,” she says sweetly, her voice warm and inviting. “If you need anything, please let me know.”

I nod, feeling a flicker of appreciation for her kindness.

Cassian stands next to Nesta, his muscular frame radiating strength and energy. He grins widely, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just don’t let her intimidate you,” he teases, motioning toward Nesta. “She’s really just a big softie at heart.”

“Hardly,” Nesta retorts, rolling her eyes but the corners of her mouth lift slightly.

As they all welcome me, I feel a tug in my chest, an inexplicable pull that draws my attention across the room. I turn my head, and my breath catches in my throat. Another Illyrian soldier stands there, much like Cassian but not. His arms are crossed over his toned chest, looking out the large windows at the stars. His dark hair catches the light, and there’s an air of quiet strength about him. He seems lost in thought, his posture relaxed yet commanding.

“Azriel,” Rhys speaks to his friend, his tone light but expectant. “Won’t you greet our guest?”

Azriel turns slowly toward me, and I find myself momentarily entranced. He is classically beautiful, though nearly unreadable, an enigma wrapped in shadows. He stands tall, his dark hair tousled and framing his face perfectly. Golden-brown skin gleams softly in the warm light, and his massive Illyrian wings are folded elegantly behind him, giving him an imposing yet graceful presence. The planes of his face are striking—high cheekbones, a strong jawline—carved by years of rigorous training. His hazel eyes, a blend of green and gold, hold a depth that makes my breath catch.

As our eyes lock, that tugging sensation in my chest intensifies, pulling me closer to him, and then—snap. It’s as if an invisible bond has snapped into place, an undeniable connection that leaves me momentarily off-balance. I stumble, my breath hitching, and I reach out instinctively for support.

Rhysand’s violet eyes widen with concern as he steps closer, his hand steadying me. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice laced with genuine worry.

I nod quickly, but my attention is drawn back to Azriel, who steps toward me in large, graceful strides, closing the distance between us with an effortless fluidity that only heightens the charged atmosphere.

He reaches out, taking my right hand in his scarred one, the warmth of his touch igniting a thousand sensations within me. Then, with a deep bow, he bends slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he says, his voice low and velvety, wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

At his touch, a wave of emotions floods through me. I can feel everything he feels—an undercurrent of fear at this unexpected connection, a deep anticipation for my response, and there, beneath it all, an undeniable want and lust that makes my cheeks heat with embarrassment. It’s as if our souls are whispering secrets to one another, threading together in an intricate dance of intimacy and longing.

I try to pull my hand back, overwhelmed by the intensity of his emotions coursing through the bond, but he holds my gaze, and I find myself rooted to the spot, caught in the depths of his hazel eyes. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying, a whirlwind of sensations that leaves me breathless and wanting more.

I glance down at Azriel’s scarred hands, tracing my thumb along the rough texture of his skin. The warmth of his touch sends a soft shudder through him, and I feel it travel down the bond between us—a wave of heat that washes over me, igniting something deep within. It’s an intimate gesture, one that feels both innocent and charged with unspoken promises.

But suddenly, I feel something else—claws prying at the edges of my mind, a persistent probing that sends a shiver down my spine. I snap my head to the side, my eyes landing on Rhys and Feyre. Rhys stands with his head tilted slightly, a focused expression on his face as he tries to break through my mental shields, searching for what I’m thinking and sensing what’s happening between Azriel and me.

“Rhys!” I snap, my voice sharper than intended. “Get out of my head!”

His bright violet eyes widen in surprise, but there’s no malice behind his glare—just concern and curiosity.

I squeeze Azriel’s hand slightly, seeking comfort in his presence as I feel the bond shift, allowing a flicker of privacy to return. With a subtle sigh, Azriel finally lets me go, his grip loosening but the warmth lingering on my skin.

With the weight of too many eyes on me, I feel exposed and overwhelmed by the sudden intensity of it all. I take a step back, my heart racing. “I need some air,” I manage to say, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. Without waiting for a response, I move toward the balcony, seeking solace in the open air. The stars shimmer above me, bright and unyielding against the velvet backdrop of the night sky. The cool breeze nips at my skin, sending a shiver through me, and I realize with a pang that I shouldn’t have let Feyre dress me up so much; the delicate fabric feels too thin against the chill.

I take a deep breath, looking up at the stars, trying to quell the turmoil in my head. They are more beautiful than I ever imagined, each twinkling light a reminder of the vastness of the world beyond this moment. The Night Court is far more peaceful than anyone ever says it is, a soothing embrace of tranquility that wraps around me, lulling my racing heart.

But then, just as I begin to gather my thoughts, I feel the presence behind me. Scarred hands rest on the balcony railing between mine, and a solid body presses against me, immediately calming the raging thoughts and anxiety within me. It’s as if now that Azriel has been found as my mate, he can calm me with just a touch. My parents always told me stories about mates, about how their presence could soothe even the most tumultuous of storms.

Suddenly, I’m no longer cold. The heat radiating from him envelops me, grounding me in the moment. I seem to fall back against him instinctively, feeling the solid strength of his body as he envelops me in a comforting warmth. I breathe him in—the scent of dark wood, cool night air, and something uniquely him that sends my heart racing anew.

I take a deep breath, letting my eyes slide shut as the back of my head rests against his shoulder, feeling his presence wrap around me like a protective shroud. I can’t help but open my mind to him, allowing our connection to deepen. I show him every thought I’ve ever had about mates—the way my parents were so perfectly entwined, the love that seemed to glow around them like a beacon. I share my awe from moments ago, the overwhelming rush of emotions when our eyes first met.

I can feel him absorbing my thoughts, understanding the weight of them as they flit through our bond like soft whispers. And as I let go of my worries and fears, I realise that in this moment, with Azriel, everything feels right. The bond between us is no longer just a connection; it is a sanctuary.

When I finally open my eyes, I realize it’s not just Azriel’s presence wrapping around me but his massive wings have unfurled, forming a dark cocoon around us. They block out the view of the dining room and the curious gazes of the others, creating a sanctuary that offers me the privacy I’ve always craved, especially in gatherings like this one. I’ve never liked being the center of attention, and now, in this moment, I’m grateful for his instinct to shield us.

His wings are magnificent—dark and leathery, reminiscent of a bat’s, stretching wide to envelop us in shadow. The texture is smooth yet powerful, each wingbone prominent and elegant. I slowly turn to face him, our bodies close but still connected through the warmth of his wings. His arms remain on the balcony railing, and the soft look on his face takes my breath away. There’s something in his gaze, a mix of vulnerability and fierce desire, that makes my heart race.

I reach out tentatively, fingers brushing against one of his wings. At my touch, he lets out a breathy sound, a mixture of surprise and something deeper. A surge of sexual want travels straight through the bond between us, igniting every nerve ending in my body and leaving me breathless.

Azriel’s hazel eyes flutter open a moment later, the warm color gone so dark they’re almost black, filled with an intensity that makes me shiver. His voice is low and gravelly as he speaks, the words rolling off his tongue like a whispered secret. “I need to kiss you.” There’s a desperation in his tone, almost like a plea, and my hands instinctively reach up to cup his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palms.

In that moment, everything else fades away, and it’s just the two of us in our private world. His hands finally move, wrapping around me with a possessive tenderness that makes my heart leap. He pulls me closer, pressing my hips into the balcony railing, creating an exhilarating friction between us. One hand weaves into my hair, the other slips to my thigh, lifting my leg and wrapping it around his waist as if to draw me even nearer.

And then, as if the world outside has disappeared, he dives down and kisses me like I’m the oxygen he needs to breathe. His lips are soft yet insistent, sending sparks of electricity through my body. The taste of him is intoxicating—warm and rich, like dark chocolate laced with a hint of something sweet. With every brush of his mouth against mine, I feel my heart race, igniting a fire within me that spreads from my chest to my fingertips, making me dizzy with desire.

I can’t seem to get enough of him. My hands instinctively roam over the contours of his back, searching for a break in his Illyrian armor, eager to find hot, bare golden skin beneath. I’m met only with cool metal and the hard lines of his physique, a growl of frustration escaping me when I can’t reach my destination. The sound draws a deep chuckle from him, vibrating through our connection and sending shivers down my spine.

As we pull apart just enough for him to speak, I’m breathless. “I have waited hundreds of years for you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion and longing. The weight of those words settles over us, filled with the gravity of a bond forged over lifetimes.

Before I can process what he means, he surges forward again, crashing his mouth against mine with a heat and passion that sends my mind reeling. I feel every dip and curve of his body pressed against mine, the solid strength of him overwhelming me in the best way possible. I don’t care how hard the railing is digging into my back; everything Azriel is consuming me, and I want him—no, I need him—right here and right now.

A low sound of agreement rumbles in his chest, deep and resonant, making my insides flutter with excitement. But just as I lose myself in the warmth of his embrace, a sudden clearing of the throat outside our cocoon of wings startles me, and I yelp with fear, pulling back from the kiss.

“Darlings!” comes the voice, sickly sweet and teasing. Rhys’. “As hot and amusing as this is, please do whatever this is somewhere else where your mental shields won’t go down and blast unwanted thoughts my way.”

I glance over at Rhysand, who stands just outside the shadow of Azriel’s wings, a smirk playing on his lips. His violet eyes dance with mischief as he takes in the scene, clearly amused by our moment. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, my heart still racing from both the kiss and the unexpected interruption.

Azriel's presence remains a steady anchor behind me, the heat radiating from his body enveloping me in a comforting embrace. Despite Rhys's teasing, I can’t shake the feeling of exhilaration coursing through my veins.

Without breaking the intense gaze between us, Azriel flips Rhys the bird over his shoulder, a smirk dancing on his lips. It’s a surprisingly playful gesture from someone as serious as him, and it sends a flutter of laughter through me, lightening the tension in the air.

Then, with a sudden and fluid motion, he scoops me up in his arms, mirroring how Rhysand had carried me here. The world shifts around us as he cradles me against his chest, his hold firm and secure. My heart races, not from the shock of being lifted, but from the thrill of what’s to come.

He strides out of the House of Wind, his powerful legs propelling us into the night, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on his dark wings. I let my head rest against his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of him—woodsmoke and night air, a mixture that calms me even as my pulse quickens. Anticipation and want settle deep in my bones, intertwining with the warmth radiating from him, making it hard to think straight.

What does my mate have planned for us once he gets me to his bed? The mere thought sends butterflies swirling in my stomach, a mix of excitement and nerves. I close my eyes, surrendering to the feeling of safety in his arms, relishing the electric connection that pulses between us.

With each step flap of his wings he takes, I feel the promise of the night stretching out before us, a canvas of endless possibilities. All I can think about is how I’ve finally found him—my mate—and everything is about to change.

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[elryuse]

ISLAND PT. 4 Yeji

ITZY X MALE READER

Tags : Beach Sex, Public Sex, Intimacy, Cowgirl, Riding Creampie, Creampie, Romance, Smutty Smut Smut

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The sun filtered through the thin curtains of Y/n's hotel room, casting a warm glow over the messy sheets and discarded clothes strewn across the floor. The faint hum of the air conditioner mixed with the muffled sound of waves crashing outside. Y/n groaned as his alarm blared from his phone, pulling him reluctantly from his deep slumber. He reached out blindly, slapping the device until the noise stopped, then let his arm flop back onto the bed.

Damn, I overslept, he thought, rubbing his eyes as he tried to shake off the haze of sleep. His body still carried the pleasant ache from the previous night’s escapades—Yuna had been insatiable, her curiosity turning into pure, unfiltered desire. But now, it was morning, and the world outside his cocoon of pleasure was waiting.

As he blinked his eyes open, he noticed someone sitting at the edge of his bed. It was Yeji, her long legs crossed elegantly as she leaned back on one hand, watching the television mounted on the wall. She hadn’t noticed he was awake yet, her attention focused on the drama playing out on the screen. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulder in soft waves, and she wore a casual oversized sweater that slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone.

“Good morning,” Y/n croaked, his voice rough from sleep. He yawned widely, stretching his arms above his head.

Yeji turned her head, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Morning,” she replied softly, her voice smooth and melodic. She reached for a tray on the bedside table and handed it to him. “Here. I brought you some breakfast. The buffet closed already, so I grabbed whatever I could.”

Y/n sat up, propping himself against the headboard as he accepted the tray. A plate of fluffy scrambled eggs, toast, and a small bowl of fruit greeted him, alongside a steaming cup of coffee. “Thanks,” he said, offering her a grateful smile before digging in.

She watched him eat for a moment, her gaze lingering on him in a way that made him feel both comfortable and slightly self-conscious. Then, almost casually, she said, “The others want to go to the beach later. It’s just across the resort. We figured since we’re here, we might as well enjoy it.”

Y/n hummed around a mouthful of toast, nodding as he chewed. The idea of spending the day by the ocean sounded perfect—relaxing, refreshing, and maybe even a little indulgent. Once he swallowed, he gave her a thumbs-up. “Sounds good. Count me in.”

Yeji’s smile widened at that, her cat-like eyes sparkling with amusement. “Great. I’ll let them know.” She stood gracefully, smoothing out her sweater before heading toward the door. Just as she reached for the handle, she glanced back over her shoulder. “Don’t take too long, okay? We don’t want to miss the best part of the day.”

He chuckled, raising his coffee cup in a mock salute. “I’ll be ready soon. Promise.”

With that, she slipped out of the room, leaving Y/n alone once more. He finished his breakfast quickly, savoring the last sip of coffee before setting the tray aside. As he got out of bed and started getting dressed, his mind wandered to the possibilities the day might hold. The beach, the sun, the girls… This is going to be interesting, he thought, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

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By the time Y/n stepped out of the hotel lobby, the rest of ITZY was already gathered outside, chatting animatedly among themselves. Ryujin and Chaeryeong were playfully bickering about something, while Yuna giggled beside them, her cheeks flushed as she avoided eye contact with Y/n. Lia, ever the calm one, was scrolling through her phone, though she looked up and smiled when she noticed him approaching.

“Ah, finally! Took you long enough,” Ryujin teased, crossing her arms over her chest. She wore a loose tank top paired with denim shorts, her toned legs on full display.

“Got held up,” Y/n replied with a wink, earning a giggle from Yuna and an exaggerated eye roll from Ryujin.

“Let’s just go already,” Chaeryeong interjected, grabbing Ryujin’s hand and tugging her toward the path that led to the beach. “I want to see if the water’s as clear as they say it is.”

The group followed the sandy trail, the sound of waves growing louder with each step. When they finally arrived, the sight took their breath away. The ocean stretched out endlessly, its crystal-clear waters shimmering under the bright sunlight. Palm trees swayed lazily in the breeze, and the white sand felt warm beneath their feet.

“Wow,” Yeji murmured, her eyes wide as she took it all in. “This place is… beautiful.”

Ryujin wasted no time kicking off her flip-flops and running toward the water, letting out a loud whoop as she splashed into the waves. Chaeryeong and Yuna followed suit, laughing as they chased after her. Lia, meanwhile, found a spot to lay out a towel and stretch out under the sun, her sunglasses perched on her nose.

Y/n stood at the shoreline, feeling the cool water lap at his feet. He took a deep breath, savoring the salty air. This… this was paradise. But before he could fully relax, he felt a presence beside him. Turning his head, he saw Yeji standing there, her hands clasped behind her back as she gazed out at the horizon.

“You’re not going to join them?” he asked, gesturing toward the others, who were now waist-deep in the water, splashing each other like children.

Yeji shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “Not yet. I like taking my time.” She paused, then added, “Besides, I wanted to talk to you.”

That caught his attention. He turned to face her fully, tilting his head curiously. “Oh? About what?”

Her eyes met his, and for a moment, she seemed to hesitate. But then, she stepped closer, her voice lowering so only he could hear. “About… us. About everything that’s been happening between you and the members.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. So she knows, he thought, though he wasn’t entirely surprised. Yeji was observant, always noticing things others might miss. Still, he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I’ve seen the way they look at you,” she went on, her tone thoughtful but not accusatory. “And the way you look at them. It’s… intense. Passionate. But I can’t help wondering… where does that leave me?”

Her question hung in the air between them, heavy and loaded. Y/n searched her face, trying to gauge her emotions. Was she jealous? Curious? Something else entirely? Before he could respond, she took another step closer, closing the distance between them.

“I’ve spent so much time being the leader,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Always making sure everyone else is okay. But sometimes… I just want to be selfish. To have something—someone—for myself.”

Her words sent a shiver down his spine. Without thinking, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Yeji…” he began, but she cut him off.

“Don’t tell me,” she said, her lips curving into a slow, sensual smile. “Show me.”

His breath hitched at the boldness in her gaze, the unspoken challenge. And then, with a subtle shift in her stance, she pressed herself against him, her lips finding his in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It was different from the playful kisses he’d shared with the others—this one carried a depth, a raw need that left him reeling.

When they finally pulled apart, her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and desire. “Now,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “let’s see if you can keep up with me.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and began walking along the shoreline, her hips swaying with every step. Y/n stared after her, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know what lay ahead, but one thing was certain: today was going to be anything but ordinary.

Yeji’s hand tightened around Y/n’s as they left the others behind, her long legs carrying them further down the beach. The golden sand shifted beneath their feet, warm from the relentless sun, and the sound of crashing waves grew louder with each step. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her lips curling into a sly grin. “You trust me, don’t you?” she asked, her voice playful but laced with something deeper—something that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Of course,” Y/n replied, though his heart was pounding in his chest. There was an electricity in the air between them, unspoken but undeniable. Yeji had always been the leader, confident and commanding, but now there was a new edge to her demeanor—one that made his throat dry and his palms sweat.

She led him to a hidden cove, its entrance partially shielded by jagged rocks and tall seagrass. The moment they stepped inside, the world seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them and the rhythmic crash of waves against stone. The cove was bathed in sunlight, the water sparkling like liquid sapphire, and the air was thick with the salty scent of the sea.

Yeji turned to face him, her eyes darkening as she took a step closer. Her fingers brushed against his chest, tracing the line of his collarbone before moving to the buttons of his shirt. “You’re overdressed,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. One by one, she undid the buttons, her touch deliberate and unhurried. When the last button came undone, she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, letting it fall to the sand. Her hands slid down his chest, her nails grazing his skin lightly, eliciting a soft gasp from him.

Yeji was different, he realized. She wasn’t just seeking pleasure; she wanted control. Every movement, every glance, held a purpose. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Your turn,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. Her tone was a command, not a suggestion, and Y/n felt his body respond instinctively.

He reached for her, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the hem of her tank top. She tilted her head, watching him with a mix of amusement and approval as he pulled it over her head. Her swimsuit clung to her curves, the fabric damp from the sea breeze, and Y/n couldn’t help but stare. She smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him, and guided his hands to the clasps of her bikini top. “Go on,” she urged, her voice a sultry purr.

With shaky fingers, he undid the clasps, and the fabric fell away, revealing her perky breasts, the nipples already hardened by the cool air. Yeji let out a soft sigh, arching her back slightly as his hands explored her, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. She stepped back, her movements fluid and deliberate, and began to slide her shorts down her legs. Y/n’s breath hitched as she revealed herself fully, her body glistening under the sun.

She approached him again, her hips swaying hypnotically, and pressed herself against him. His hands instinctively went to her waist, gripping her tightly as she ground against him, her heat pressing into his growing hardness. “You’ve been busy with the others,” she said, her voice dripping with mock jealousy. “But today… you’re mine.”

Her lips captured his in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling as she pushed him backward until his knees hit the edge of a smooth rock. She broke the kiss, her eyes locking onto his as she gently pushed him down until he was seated. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she straddled him, her thighs caging his hips. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Let me show you…” she breathed, “…how I like it.”

Y/n’s hands gripped her hips as she began to move, grinding against him with a rhythm that was both teasing and maddening. Her breath hitched, her lips parting as she threw her head back, sunlight catching the beads of sweat forming on her neck. She was relentless, her movements growing more urgent as she sought her own pleasure, all while keeping him on the edge.

“Yeji…” he groaned, his voice strained with need. Her name escaped his lips like a prayer, and she smiled wickedly, savoring the way he trembled beneath her. She leaned in, capturing his lips once more, her tongue delving deep as her hips continued to move. The sound of the waves echoed around them, blending with their ragged breaths and muffled moans.

Finally, she reached down, her fingers wrapping around his length as she positioned him at her entrance. “Don’t hold back,” she commanded, her voice breaking slightly as she sank down onto him, inch by agonizing inch. Y/n’s hands flew to her hips, gripping her tightly as she took him fully, her walls clamping around him in a vice-like grip. She let out a low, satisfied moan, her body shuddering as she adjusted to his size.

Then, with a slow roll of her hips, she began to ride him, her pace steady and controlled. Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails leaving faint red lines as she moved. Y/n could do nothing but surrender to her rhythm, his groans mingling with hers as the tension between them built.

The heat of the sun above, the cool mist from the waves, and the intensity of her gaze—it was overwhelming, intoxicating. Yeji’s pace quickened, her thighs gripping him tighter as she chased her release. “That’s it…” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Just like that…”

Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him as she cried out, her nails digging into his skin. The sensation of her tightening around him pushed Y/n over the edge, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself inside her, his vision blurring as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Yeji collapsed against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as they both tried to catch their breath. The sound of the waves seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the rapid thud of their hearts.

After a moment, Yeji lifted her head, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of satisfaction and something softer—something that made his chest ache. “Not bad,” she murmured, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Yeji’s lips crashed against Y/n’s with a hunger that left him breathless. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t get enough of him. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered between kisses, her voice trembling with desire. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted you? How much I’ve needed you?”

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt himself hardening again beneath her. She shifted her weight slightly, grinding against him as if to remind him of exactly what she was capable of. His hands instinctively found her waist, gripping her tightly as she leaned back just enough to guide his hands higher.

“Touch me,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding. “Love me.”

Her hands moved his until they were cupping her breasts, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the firmness beneath. Y/n obeyed without hesitation, his fingers sliding over her nipples, teasing them until they hardened under his touch. Yeji’s breath hitched, and she arched her back, pressing herself further into his palms.

“Like that… yes,” she moaned, her head falling back as he leaned forward to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, coaxing another sharp gasp from her before he bit down gently. The sound she made—half a moan, half a whimper—was almost enough to break his composure entirely.

But Yeji wasn’t done. Her hips rolled against him, her wetness dripping onto his length as she teased him mercilessly. “Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice trembling with need. “I want all of you.”

Y/n didn’t need to be told twice. His hands tightened on her hips as he guided her down onto him, inch by torturous inch. Yeji gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she took him fully, her walls clenching around him like a vice. For a moment, they stayed still, their breaths mingling as they adjusted to the sensation.

Then, slowly at first, Yeji began to move. Her hips rose and fell in a steady rhythm, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of them. Y/n’s hands roamed her body, tracing every curve as if committing her to memory. He could feel the tension building inside him, but he forced himself to hold on, determined to make this last.

“You feel so good,” Yeji moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Her plea was all the encouragement he needed. His hands gripped her hips tighter, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her, matching her pace stroke for stroke. The sound of their bodies coming together echoed in the cove, mingling with the crash of the waves against the shore.

Yeji’s thighs trembled as she rode him, her pace quickening as she chased her release. “I’m close,” she gasped, her nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks. “So close…”

Y/n could feel her tightening around him, her climax imminent. With a groan, he let go, giving in to the pleasure that had been building inside him. Yeji cried out as she came, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. The sensation pushed him over the edge, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself inside her, his vision blurring as he gave her everything he had.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Yeji rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. “That was… incredible,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

Y/n chuckled softly, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair from her face. “You’re incredible,” he replied, his voice hoarse from exertion.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms as the world around them faded away. But then, slowly, Yeji lifted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Round three when we get back to the resort?” she teased, her lips curving into a wicked smile.

Y/n groaned, unable to suppress a laugh. “You’re going to kill me,” he said, though there was no real complaint in his tone.

Yeji just smirked, leaning down to kiss him once more before climbing off him and reaching for her clothes. As she dressed, Y/n couldn’t help but admire the way the sunlight caught her skin, making her glow as if she were something otherworldly. When she was done, she turned to him, holding out a hand to help him up.

Together, they made their way back to the group, their steps slow and leisurely. Ryujin was the first to notice them, her eyes narrowing as she took in their disheveled state. A slow smirk spread across her face, and she nudged Chaeryeong, who was lounging nearby.

“Well, well, look who finally decided to join us,” Ryujin drawled, her tone dripping with amusement. “Enjoy your little walk, Yeji?”

Yeji blushed furiously, but she held her head high, refusing to give Ryujin the satisfaction of seeing her embarrassed. “None of your business,” she shot back, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the way her voice wavered.

Ryujin laughed, clearly enjoying herself. “Oh, I think it’s very much my business. You two look… refreshed.”

Chaeryeong giggled, hiding her face behind her hands as Yuna glanced between them, curiosity shining in her eyes. “What are you talking about?” she asked innocently, though the faint blush on her cheeks suggested she might have an idea.

Ryujin winked at Yuna, her grin widening. “Oh, nothing, baby girl. Just grown-up stuff.”

Yeji groaned, burying her face in her hands as Y/n chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Alright, alright,” he said, trying to diffuse the situation before Ryujin could embarrass Yeji further. “Let’s get back to the resort. I think we could all use some rest.”

As they started walking back, Yeji leaned into him, her voice low so only he could hear. “I meant what I said earlier,” she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Y/n smirked, his hand squeezing her hip gently. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

But even as they walked, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were far from over. Not with Ryujin’s knowing looks, or the way Yuna kept glancing at him with that same curious expression. And definitely not with the promise Yeji had made about round three���

As they approached the resort, Ryujin fell into step beside him, her smirk never fading. “You know,” she said casually, “if you’re not careful, you’re going to end up spoiling her.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “And what makes you think I haven’t already?”

Ryujin laughed, shaking her head. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n. But hey…” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “If you ever want a little break from Yeji, you know where to find me.”

Before he could respond, she sauntered ahead, leaving him with a teasing wink and a whirlwind of thoughts. Yeji’s grip on his waist tightened, and she shot him a playful glare. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned, though there was no real heat in her tone.

Y/n just smiled, pulling her closer as they stepped into the resort. The day was far from over, and if the looks he was getting from the others were any indication, things were about to get even more interesting…

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The Night, She calls Me | 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

The Iudex of Fontaine had never been known to stoop to lowly "human" desires, up until now.

warnings .ᐟ smut(?), making out, Neuvillette gets stabbed, blood drinking, descriptions of a knife being pushed out of a wound, Neuvillette's very much insane, reader is vaguely vampiric, yandere-esque

1.4k words | she/her pronouns. the aftermath can be seen here

The moonlight shone through the radius window looming over the alcove, shining a spotlight on the two bodies intertwined under its glow. Clothes were scattered on the floor, a mechanic’s jacket and dress shirt haphazardly thrown to the wayside and a coat, adorned with elegantly drapes pieces of fabric befitting of only the highest authority thrown across the room like it was shot out of someone’s hand in a flurry. Two pairs of hair clips, ornate and sharp thrown at the foot of the nook as one body pulled the other impossibly closer, arms wrapped around the other in a vice grip.

They’re kissing, one side restrained and fragile as she halfheartedly matched the crazed, animalistic need of the other who’s all fangs and tongue, kissing like he wants to consume after years of starvation. Two vibrant blue antennae glow and stand on their own on his head, almost covered by the waterfall of formerly proper long hair, now an unkempt mess of spiky pieces and interrupted cascades.

A dance of the tongue for a beat, and the more human other speaks. “Chief Justice.”

Immediately, “Dearest, sweetest, please call me by my name.”

She ignores it, pulling him closer by his cravat. He makes a noise of childish excitement, bordering on a whimper as eyes older than the soil of the earth stare at her with an intensity that could rip the skin of the bones of any other being. “Monsieur.” His lips tremble as he captures her in another kiss, hands coming up to clasp the sides of her face as if to goad her into melting like he was, urge her to fall like he has.

Her hands go up and touch the sides of his neck and Oh, he is on fire. The skin she touched is singed and burnt with her, a drop of hell on the pristine landscape of heaven as he struggles to gasp and pant at the feeling. O’ light, O’ void, the feeling. The feeling was consuming, numbing his brain further as she kept her hands there, fingers kneading and prodding like she wanted to feel the raw flesh and blood and power of his person on her hands. He can’t help it, he bares his fangs and tries to bite into her kiss, consume her like she consumes him.

She pulls her hands away and he fully whines, antennae rigid as it sticks close to his head much like an angry animal. She brings her hands to clasp over his own and he feels like they have mangled them, tainted them so only her touch would form them back to what they once were. He lets out a shaky exhale, “My joy, My beloved, My life’s queen…” He wants to wail and thrash as his lips chase the feeling of hers. She is cruel, depraved.

“Quiet,” She mumbles into mouth and he keens, ducking his head into her shoulder. “Be still, let me do this.” He takes a laboured breath into her as he feels her hand separate from his, feels as it reaches into the pocket of her pants. He can’t bring himself to care as she opens her mouth wider, giving him an anchor to latch onto, an outlet to express his carnal desire. He eats and eats at her mouth like he’s a man shackled by earthly desires, like he isn’t the Iudex of Fontaine, the supreme authority of all waters but a weak, puny little thing single minded in his pleasure.

So good. So good. Sogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodso goodsogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodso-

He feels the blade’s presence before he sees it, and he sees the blade before he feels it. He stills while he feels the blade around archaic flesh, feels his entire being bloom and settle around the blade held in the hands of his beloved. He lets his mouth open around hers in surprise as she looks at him with a beautifully deep gaze, beautifully cold eyes, and the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen in his entire life. A small, lithe little thing that didn’t even look like it was wholly directed at him, instead directed at the blue blood coursing down the wound in his chest. But Oh, the joy of seeing her like this. The joy that she’s smiling at him.

She’s looking at him, she’s looking at him, she’s smiling, she’s happy. He feels himself smile, shaky and full of fangs. “H-hah.. Hah..” He throws his head back onto the alcove with wide eyes, draconic pupils crazed and shaking. He feels himself be consumed by her fire, the need coursing through his veins bringing him to a higher plane. “…Hah..!”

“I hope you don’t mind this too much, Monsieur.” He feels her voice in his veins, and she feasts. Her tongue licks at the dripping blood from his wound, trailing up to the source. His mouth opens and a silent scream escapes him, not from pain or from fear, from a primal instinct he hadn’t felt in all of his rebirth. This instinct feels like he’s been returned home, returned to a place where he’s one of everyone, a single drop in a vast ocean instead of a tsunami approaching a small sea settlement. His eyes roll up into his head as he feels his dearly beloved lap up more of him with the fervor of someone dying, someone starved. Might this mean he and his beloved were feeling the same things? He shudders at the thought. How wonderful it was that he was brought to heaven by being defiled and his beloved by consuming the water that coursed through his veins.

Regrettably, he feels himself running dry. His primordially sculpted body wasn’t as keen on becoming a feast for his other as he was, skin stitching together and muscles flexing to reject the blade lodged in his chest as it slowly pulls out of him. The squelching noises coming from his chest made him whine, biting his lip so hard he draws more blue blood. He desperately wants his love to drink from the would he’s currently chewing deeper into. He hears her ‘tsk’.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t bleed as much as I wanted you to,” She mutters. “Your body isn’t like others, is it .. Neuvillette?”

The door rattles with the might of Neuvillette’s scream. His eyes roll back into his head , his antennae glowing blue and vibrant as he comes untouched in his pants. Faintly, He hears the pipes in the bathroom burst and the faint yell of a guard, followed by exclamations of confusion and fear both outside and inside the Palais Mermonia. In his peripheral view he sees lights switch on around the buildings surrounded the Palais, his divine hearing flooding with exclamations of “The pipes burst!” “Get the food off the table! it’s flooding!”. Above him, his beloved chuckles. “How cute.”

Neuvillette feels himself laugh alongside her, euphoric and trite. So unbecoming. The knife is completely removed from his chest and safely pocketed into her pants, the tight imprint of them against her thigh almost making Neuvillette come again. She brings a hand up to her own mouth to wipe the blue ichor off her lip, licking the residue off it. He faintly registers how she looks more full of life, formerly lifeless (s/c) skin looking more vibrant and warm and her (e/c) eyes looking bright.

Neuvillette can’t bring himself to care at all, instead marvelling at her beauty against the moonlight. His life, his love, full of him. He shudders as he feels the waters temper, murmurs of citizens grateful that their water had stopped flowing with such fervour ringing in his head. Little did they know, they needed to thank his beloved for it, thank her for every divine thing that happened tonight. She extracts gloves from her pocket and sheathes her hands, muttering under her breath about “Feeling bad” or “regretting she had to get relief like this” and “This should be enough.. I swear I won’t bother you again, Monsieur.”

What?..

He feels dread creep into him as she continues on, reclothing herself with a sense of urgency she does not need. Doesn’t she know this Palais belongs to her now? Doesn’t she know He belongs to Her now? He feels himself sputter and babble while she looks back at him, the worst sort of look in her eyes. The look of leaving.

“Thank you so much for letting me get some relief, Monsieur. Have a good evening.”

On her way back, the storm that had formed almost instantaneously threatened to flood Fontaine once more. The roads of Fontaine filled with water cloying at her ankles as if it were alive, as if it was begging her to come with them. She paid them no mind.

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In the Space Between: Chapter 22

OTHER CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15

Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Gabby prepares for her first public date with Glen, nerves swirling as she finalizes her look and contemplates the potential fallout of their evening together. When Glen arrives, full of quiet admiration, he reassures her with a tender kiss, easing her anxieties. The chapter shifts to their intimate dinner at an upscale restaurant, where they share heartfelt conversation and laughter, diving deeper into their connection. Amid the flicker of candlelight and the hum of the world around them, Gabby finds herself feeling more seen and cherished than she ever has, beginning to truly embrace the idea of being with Glen, despite the uncertainties that come with being in the public eye.

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: As always please let me know what you think with Hearts, Comments, and Reblogs. I love seeing your thoughts on this story as it progresses!

Gabby stood in front of her bathroom mirror, the faint hum of the overhead light filling the quiet space as she curled the last section of her hair. Soft waves cascaded down her back, and she twisted a strand thoughtfully, pinning it in place to create a half-up, half-down style. It was simple but elegant, just enough to make her feel like she belonged in the dress Glen had insisted she wear tonight.

The memory of his words made her pause for a moment, her lips curving into a small smile. Me. Wear it for me. There was something about the way he’d said it—so certain, so sincere—that left her stomach fluttering. She took a breath, shaking off the nerves threatening to creep in, and turned her attention to her makeup.

The strokes of her brush were careful and deliberate as she swept warm tones across her eyelids, blending until they looked soft and natural. A flick of eyeliner followed, steady despite the slight tremble of her hand. Her cheeks flushed as she added a hint of color, but the glow wasn’t just from the makeup. She had to admit—even if only to herself—she was excited.

When the finishing touch, a swipe of lipstick, was in place, Gabby stepped back from the mirror and reached for the dress hanging behind her. The fabric felt luxurious beneath her fingers as she unzipped it and stepped into the gown. 

She pulled the dress on and her hands smoothed over the deep burgundy fabric that clung to her curves like liquid silk. The dress seemed to shimmer under the light of her vanity. It featured a low neckline that dipped into a soft, ruched bodice, accentuating her figure in all the right places. The thin spaghetti straps crisscrossed delicately over her shoulders, leaving her back entirely bare by the design.

She turned slightly, her eyes catching the fabric and looking at it as it fell from her hips, pooling elegantly at her feet.

Gabby bit her lip as she adjusted the dress, pulling it just a little higher at the bodice. She gave herself a once-over, tilting her head and watching the way the gown hugged her body in the mirror.

She barely recognized the reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back was poised, confident, and—dare she think it—beautiful. 

For a brief moment, doubt threatened to creep in. She wondered if it was too much–too bold, too revealing. But she reminded herself of Glen’s smile when he’d seen the dress earlier. He thinks I look good in this, she thought, turning slightly to take in the way the gown moved with her.

The sound of the doorbell pulled her from her thoughts. 

Gabby’s stomach fluttered as she made her way to the front door. The soft click of her heels against the floor seemed louder than usual in the quiet of her apartment, and she had to remind herself to breathe. It wasn’t her first time seeing Glen, not even close, but somehow tonight felt different. The idea of stepping out together in public, of being seen, was both thrilling and terrifying.

She paused in front of the door, her hand resting on the handle as she took a steadying breath. It’s just Glen, she told herself. This is nothing.

With that thought, she turned the handle and pulled the door open.

There he was.

Standing in the hallway, Glen looked like he’d stepped straight out of a magazine. His black suit was perfectly tailored, hugging his broad shoulders and tapering down to a sharp, clean line. The crisp white shirt beneath it contrasted perfectly, the open collar giving him an effortlessly stylish edge. His hair was neatly styled, and that familiar, confident smile tugged at the corners of his lips—until his eyes met hers.

The smile faltered, his lips parting slightly as his gaze swept over her. Gabby felt the heat rise to her cheeks under his scrutiny, her hands instinctively smoothing the sides of her dress as she shifted on her feet. His silence stretched for a moment too long, and the fluttering in her stomach turned into full-blown nerves.

“Is it too much?” she blurted out, her voice wavering. “I mean, I—”

“Wow,” Glen interrupted softly, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place.

Her cheeks burned even hotter as she managed a nervous smile. “Is that a good wow?” she asked, her tone light but uncertain.

Glen’s lips curved into a slow, genuine smile, his eyes locking with hers. “It’s the best kind of wow,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “You look... stunning, Gabby.”

Her breath hitched at his words, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly, the tension in her shoulders easing. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, her fingers brushing over the fabric of her dress again.

Before she could say more, Glen stepped closer, his hand gently reaching for hers. The warmth of his palm wrapped around hers as his other hand found her waist, drawing her toward him. Gabby barely had time to process the movement before his lips pressed softly against hers, the kiss tender and unhurried.

Her free hand instinctively rested against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the crisp fabric of his suit. For a moment, the world outside her apartment faded away, leaving only the two of them in the quiet hallway.

When Glen pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re beautiful, Gabby. Absolutely beautiful.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she felt her cheeks warm again. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she managed, a teasing smile breaking through her nervousness.

Glen chuckled, his fingers brushing lightly against hers before he stepped back just enough to meet her gaze. “Ready to go?” he asked, his tone soft but laced with excitement.

Gabby hesitated for only a second before slipping her hand into his, the warmth of his touch grounding her. “Ready,” she said, and for the first time all evening, she believed it.

As they walked toward Glen’s car, Gabby couldn’t help but feel like she was stepping into a dream. And judging by the way Glen kept stealing glances at her, she wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

Glen stepped ahead of her as they approached the sleek black car, opening the passenger door and holding it wide. Gabby glanced at him, her heart fluttering at the small but thoughtful gesture. He reached out his hand to help her in, and she took it without hesitation, his grip warm and steady.

“You really do look amazing tonight,” Glen said softly as she slid into the seat, his voice still carrying that hint of awe.

Gabby glanced up at him, her smile small but genuine. “Thank you.”

The car purred to life, and Glen turned onto the road, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence. Gabby smoothed her dress over her lap, sneaking a glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

“You’re quiet,” she said gently, breaking the silence.

Glen glanced at her, his lips curving into a small smile. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He hesitated, his hand tightening briefly on the steering wheel. “About how lucky I am.”

The words caught her off guard, and she turned to face him more fully. “Lucky?”

His eyes flicked toward her before returning to the road. “To have you here with me. To be the one taking you out tonight.” His voice softened. “I know this probably isn’t easy for you…going out and having a lot of attention on you. I want you to know how much it means to me.”

Gabby felt a lump rise in her throat at his sincerity. She turned her gaze back to the window, letting his words settle over her. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to do this. I do,” she said after a moment. “It’s just… I don’t know. It feels different, I guess. Bigger.”

Glen nodded, as if he understood perfectly. “It is bigger,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean it has to be scary. If you want to change plans, just say the word. We can go back to your place or mine. This night is about you.”

His words were grounding, and Gabby found herself relaxing in her seat. “Thanks, Glen,” she said quietly.

“Always,” he replied, his voice steady.

They drove in a comfortable silence for a while, the city lights beginning to glitter as they neared downtown. Gabby leaned her head slightly against the window, her nerves replaced by a quiet anticipation. Glen’s presence had a way of calming her, of making her feel like everything was going to be okay.

As the car turned onto a quieter street lined with trees and twinkling lights, Glen finally spoke again. “We’re almost there.”

Gabby sat up straighter, smoothing her dress once more as she glanced out the window. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, taking in the charming row of buildings ahead.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Glen said without missing a beat.

Gabby felt her cheeks heat, and she gave him a shy smile. “You’re going to try to spoil me tonight, aren’t you,” she teased lightly.

Glen glanced at her with a playful smirk. “That’s the plan.”

Glen pulled up in front of the restaurant, the warm glow of its windows spilling onto the sidewalk. The street was quieter than most of downtown, but it still carried the hum of life—cars passing, footsteps echoing, distant laughter. Gabby’s heart picked up speed as he parked the car and stepped out.

Through the tinted window, she watched as Glen walked around the car, his confident stride drawing her eyes. Just as he reached her side, another man—dressed in dark pants and a black polo shirt—opened her door. Gabby blinked, momentarily startled, but before she could think much about it, Glen’s familiar hand appeared, extended toward her.

She took it, her palm fitting perfectly against his, and allowed him to help her out of the car. Her heels clicked softly against the pavement as she stood, and she adjusted the skirt of her dress. Glen didn’t let go. Instead, he shifted his hold, intertwining their fingers effortlessly.

Gabby’s eyes swept the area, taking in the subtle movement of a few men lingering nearby. She glanced up at Glen, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. 

“Glen…” she murmured, her voice low.

He leaned in, his lips near her ear, his voice soft and reassuring. “They’re with me. Security. Just to make sure you’re safe.”

Gabby’s shoulders relaxed slightly, though her heart still raced. She nodded, trusting his words, and let him guide her forward.

There was a crowd, though small, already gathering near the restaurant’s entrance. It didn’t surprise her. This was a busy part of Los Angeles with a lot of shops and restaurants that celebrities frequented. The crowd was a mix of curious fans holding their phones up and a couple of paparazzi with cameras poised had her instinctively lowering her gaze. She kept her head down, focusing on the sound of Glen’s calm voice.

“You’re doing great,” he whispered as they crossed the sidewalk. “Just a few more steps.”

Gabby felt the warmth of his hand in hers, the steady strength of his presence keeping her grounded. The flashing of a camera caught her attention for a brief second, and she bit her lip, willing herself to stay calm.

Glen squeezed her hand gently. “Almost there,” he said again, his voice soothing, like an anchor pulling her back to him.

Before she knew it, they were stepping through the doors of the restaurant, the noise and chaos of the street fading behind them. The dim lighting and quiet elegance of the space enveloped them like a warm embrace. Gabby let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and Glen’s thumb brushed reassuringly over the back of her hand.

“You okay?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.

She nodded, managing a small smile. “I think so.”

Glen gave her hand one last squeeze before releasing it, his arm moving to rest lightly on the small of her back. 

“Good,” he said, his voice low but filled with warmth.

The host greeted them with a polished smile, his posture perfectly poised. “Good evening, Mr. Powell. Miss,” he said with a slight bow of his head. “Your table is ready.”

Glen nodded in acknowledgment, his hand remaining on the small of Gabby’s back as the host led them through the softly lit restaurant. The space exuded quiet elegance, with dark wood accents, warm lighting, and just enough murmured conversation to feel intimate but not invasive.

Gabby’s heels clicked lightly against the hardwood floors as they followed the host, her nerves still settling after the brief encounter outside. She glanced around, taking in the luxurious atmosphere, but her attention snapped back as they passed through a discreet doorway into a smaller, private dining room.

Her breath caught. The room was stunning in its simplicity. A single table sat in the middle, draped with an ivory linen cloth. Soft candlelight flickered, casting a golden glow over the crystal glasses and polished silverware. It felt intimate, like the world had melted away, leaving only the two of them.

“This way,” the host said, gesturing toward the table.

Glen stepped forward, pulling Gabby’s chair out for her without hesitation. “After you,” he said softly, his voice low and warm.

Gabby eased herself into the chair, smoothing her dress as she sat. As soon as she was settled, Glen stepped behind her, gently pushing the chair in until she was perfectly positioned at the table. The gesture was simple but thoughtful, and it made her heart flutter.

“Thank you,” she said softly, glancing up at him.

As Glen settled into the chair across from her, Gabby found herself studying him. The suit, the confidence in his posture, the way his eyes seemed to take her in as if she were the only thing that mattered in the room—it was overwhelming in the best way.

“This is…” Gabby began, her voice faltering as she tried to find the right words as she looks around the room.

Glen’s smile deepened, and he leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the edge of the table. “Perfect?” he offered, teasing lightly.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “A lot,” she admitted. “In a good way, though.”

He tilted his head, his gaze softening. “I wanted tonight to be special. For you,” he said simply.

Gabby glanced down at the leather-bound menu in front of her, her fingers tracing the embossed gold lettering as she opened it. Her eyes scanned the neatly printed options, her stomach growling slightly at the descriptions of seared scallops, herb-crusted lamb, and lobster risotto. Everything sounded amazing, but as her gaze drifted to the prices listed beside each dish, her stomach tightened in a different way.

She bit her lip, flicking her eyes up to see Glen, who was casually perusing the menu, his posture relaxed. She quickly dropped her gaze back to her own menu, trying to focus. Maybe she could get an appetizer as an entrée. Something smaller and less expensive. After all, she wasn’t that hungry—she could make it work.

Her mind began running numbers, trying to figure out how she’d adjust her weekly budget to accommodate this meal. She could skip her morning coffee runs before class and just make it at home. She could maybe even bring lunch to campus with her instead of grabbing something from the café.

But before she could spiral further, Glen’s voice cut through her thoughts, calm and direct. “Gabby,” he said, looking up at her with an amused smile.

She blinked, startled. “Yeah?”

His smile softened as he leaned slightly closer. “Stop overthinking and order whatever you want.”

“I’m not—” she began, but the way his brow lifted slightly told her he wasn’t buying it.

“Gabby,” he said again, his tone more tender this time. “This is my treat, okay? Get whatever you’d like.”

She hesitated, the words catching in her throat. She felt her cheeks heat, embarrassed that he could read her so easily. “I just don’t want to—”

“To what?” Glen interrupted gently, his hazel eyes locking with hers. “Let me do something nice for you? Because that’s all this is, Gabby. Something nice. For you. So please, order what you want. No guilt. Deal?”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she just nodded, her heart warming at how sincere he sounded.

“Good,” he said with a grin, his confidence radiating. He looked back down at his menu and added casually, “The filet mignon here is incredible, by the way. So is the salmon if you’re in the mood for seafood.”

“You’ve been here before?” she asked, her curiosity piqued as she relaxed a little.

Glen shrugged, his gaze flicking up to meet hers. “A few times. Mostly for work meetings.”

Gabby raised a brow, her confusion evident. “Work? What kind of work meetings happen here?”

He chuckled softly, setting his menu down. “Discussions about projects. Reviewing scripts. Talking about  roles. That kind of thing.”

Gabby leaned back in her chair, processing his words. Every now and then, moments like this would catch her off guard—reminders of the Hollywood side of Glen that didn’t quite fit with the down-to-earth guy she spent her nights in with, eating takeout and watching Netflix.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” Glen asked, his voice quieter now.

Gabby hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. “I just forget sometimes. That you’re this big actor. That part of you feels so far removed from the you I know.”

His expression softened, and he reached across the table to take her hand in his. “It’s all me, Gabby. But the part you know? That’s the side I care about most.”

Her cheeks flushed again, and she squeezed his hand. 

“Now,” Glen said, his smile returning as he leaned back, “what sounds good? Because I’m definitely getting the filet.”

As the waiter returned to take their orders, Gabby decided to follow Glen's suggestion and ordered the salmon with a side of roasted vegetables. Glen, true to his word, went with the filet mignon, adding a side of garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus. Once the waiter collected the menus and left, Gabby felt the weight of Glen’s gaze on her.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft and laced with concern.

Gabby nodded, taking a sip of water to steady herself. “Yeah, I am. This is just... different.”

“Different good?” Glen pressed, tilting his head slightly, his hazel eyes studying her carefully.

She smiled shyly. “Yeah, different good. It’s just been a while since I’ve done something like this. You know, dressed up, gone to a nice restaurant. It feels… special.”

“That’s because you are,” Glen replied easily, his tone so genuine that it made her heart skip a beat.

Gabby looked down at the table, feeling her cheeks warm for what felt like the hundredth time that night. “You’re really good at this, you know,” she teased, glancing up at him through her lashes.

“At what?”

“At saying things that make me blush,” she admitted with a small laugh.

Glen leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. “I just tell the truth,” he said simply, his gaze unwavering.

Gabby didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just smiled and reached for her water again.

As they waited for their food, their conversation shifted to lighter topics. Glen told her a funny story about a co-star who had accidentally spilled coffee on a director during a table read in this very restaurant. 

Their laughter came easily, the earlier tension and nerves melting away. Gabby found herself relaxing more with each passing minute, her worries about the public nature of the date fading into the background.

When their meals arrived, Gabby’s plate was beautifully arranged, the salmon perfectly seared and the vegetables vibrant and fragrant. Glen’s filet looked just as impressive, and he wasted no time cutting into it.

“Good?” Gabby asked as he took his first bite.

“Perfect,” Glen said, his expression one of pure satisfaction. “What about yours?”

Gabby took a small bite of her salmon, her eyes widening as the flavors hit her tongue. “Oh wow,” she murmured, nodding. “This is amazing.”

They ate in companionable silence for a few minutes before Glen spoke again. “So, tell me something,” he said, setting his fork down and leaning back slightly.

“Okay,” Gabby said cautiously, wiping her mouth with her napkin. “What do you want to know?”

“What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do but never had the chance to?” he asked, his tone curious.

Gabby thought for a moment, chewing her bottom lip. “Hmm… I’ve always wanted to go to Italy,” she admitted. “You know, see Rome, Florence, Venice. Eat my weight in pasta and gelato.”

Glen smiled. “Italy, huh? That’s a good one. Why haven’t you gone yet?”

Gabby shrugged. “Life, I guess. Work, bills, responsibilities. It’s just never felt like the right time.”

“What if we made it the right time?” Glen suggested, his voice casual but his expression serious.

Gabby blinked, her fork hovering over her plate. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what if we planned a trip? Just you and me. No work, no distractions. We could go sometime,” he said, his eyes lighting up at the idea.

Gabby’s heart raced at the thought. “Glen, that’s… that’s huge. I don’t even know if I could-”

“Then let’s figure it out,” he said with a shrug, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “I want to do this with you, Gabby. I want to experience things like that with you.”

Her breath caught at his words, and she felt a lump form in her throat. She hadn’t expected him to say something so... big, so meaningful.

“Let’s think about it,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Glen set his fork down and leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “Okay if you had to pick something smaller, something not as big, what would it be?”

Gabby tilted her head, considering his question. “Hmm. I’ve always wanted to go to Napa Valley,” she admitted. “You know, wine country. Touring vineyards, doing tastings, that sort of thing. It’s been on my list for a while.”

Glen’s face lit up. “Napa. I like that. Why don’t we make it happen?”

Gabby blinked at him, her fork pausing midair. “What do you mean, make it happen?”

“I mean, let’s plan a trip. We could go soon. Like, really soon. Maybe next month when I’m done filming and before I go to London?” He shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Glen, you can’t just... take me to Napa.”

“Why not?” he countered, his tone playful but sincere.

“Because people don’t just go to Napa on a whim,” Gabby said, giving him an incredulous look.

“Sure, they do,” Glen replied with a smirk. “Seriously, Gabby. If you want to go, let’s do it. We’ll make it a weekend trip. Fly out Friday, come back Sunday. Easy.”

Gabby leaned back in her chair, staring at him. “You have too much money and way too much time on your hands,” she teased, trying to deflect how overwhelmed she felt by his casual offer.

“I’d argue I don’t have enough time on my hands.” Glen chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “But it’s not about that. I just want to make you happy.”

Her breath hitched at the sincerity in his voice, and she found herself momentarily speechless. There was no smirk now, no playful banter. Just Glen, looking at her like she was the most important thing in the world.

“Glen…” she started, unsure of how to respond.

He reached across the table, his hand covering hers. “I mean it, Gabby. If it’s something you want, I’ll do everything I can to make it happen. Whether it’s Napa next month or Italy next summer—or both—I want to experience those things with you.”

She swallowed hard, her heart swelling at his words. “Okay,” she said softly, her voice barely audible.

“Okay?” he repeated, his lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile.

Gabby nodded, finally letting herself relax. “Okay. Let’s start with Napa. But you have to promise me one thing.”

“Name it,” he said, his tone serious.

“No over-the-top, extravagant plans,” she said, pointing a finger at him. “I’m not flying on a private jet or staying in a ten-bedroom mansion.”

Glen chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “I can agree to no mansions.”

“Good,” Gabby said, crossing her arms, feeling like she’d won. “And no private jets?”

“Only as a last resort. Promise. But,” Glen added with a smirk, “how do you feel about light aircraft?”

Her brow furrowed, suspicious of his tone. “What does that even mean?”

“Small planes,” he explained casually. “You know, two- to four-seaters. Not as fancy as a jet, but they get the job done.”

Gabby groaned, covering her face with her hands. “That might actually be worse, Glen. Aren’t those the planes that are always on the news for emergency landings?”

He laughed, clearly amused by her reaction. “Not always. Besides, it’s safer than you think. Especially if the pilot knows what they’re doing.”

“Yeah, sure,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “And I’m supposed to trust some random pilot to get us there?”

“Well,” Glen said, his smirk growing, “if it makes you feel better, I’m not random.”

Gabby froze, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to process what he’d just said. “Wait. What? You’re a… pilot?”

“Yup,” he said, leaning forward slightly, clearly enjoying her disbelief. “I got my license a few years ago. It’s kind of a hobby. So technically, I can fly you anywhere you want.”

Her jaw dropped. “You mean to tell me that not only do you act, but you also fly planes in your free time?”

“Pretty much,” Glen said with a shrug, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Gabby groaned again, shaking her head. “This is worse. Now I have to worry about you flying planes too!”

“I’m an excellent pilot,” he assured her, his tone teasing. “I haven’t crashed yet.”

“Yet?” she repeated, glaring at him.

He laughed, reaching for her hand across the table. “Relax, Gabby. I promise, you’re in good hands. But we can stick to commercial flights for Napa, if it makes you feel better.”

“It does,” she said firmly, though a small smile tugged at her lips.

“Fair enough,” Glen said with a grin. “But one day, I’m going to take you up there. You’ll see—it���s actually pretty incredible.”

“We’ll see,” Gabby said, shaking her head, though she couldn’t help but feel a little impressed by him.

The waiter arrived to clear their plates, and as Glen reached for the bill, Gabby leaned back in her chair, feeling both exasperated and strangely charmed. Glen always found a way to surprise her, and she had a feeling that was something she’d never grow tired of.

The waiter returned with the check, setting it down with a polite smile. Glen slid it closer without hesitation, pulling a pen from his jacket pocket. Gabby watched as he signed the receipt, his movements smooth and confident.

Once he was done, Glen stood and turned toward her, extending his hand. “Ready?”

Gabby smiled and placed her hand in his. “Always,” she said softly as she rose from her seat.

The moment she stood, Glen’s other arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer to him. His warmth enveloped her, and before she could say anything, he tilted his head down and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips.

When he pulled back, his hazel eyes locked onto hers, a soft smile curving his lips. 

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

Gabby let out a small laugh, her cheeks heating as she looked away. “You’ve already said that tonight.”

Glen chuckled and leaned in again, brushing another kiss to her lips, this one softer but just as meaningful. “And I’m going to keep saying it until you believe it,” he whispered against her mouth.

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn’t stop the smile that broke across her face. “You’re impossible,” she said, shaking her head slightly, though the affection in her voice betrayed her.

“Impossible in all the best ways,” Glen teased, his smirk widening. He slid his arm more securely around her, guiding her toward the exit of the private dining room.

Glen’s hand slid from Gabby’s waist as they exited the private dining room, but it found hers almost immediately. His grip was warm and steady, a silent reassurance as he led her through the restaurant. Gabby followed close behind, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.

As they neared the exit, the hum of voices from outside grew louder, and Gabby noticed Glen’s security team already in position. Beyond them, a small crowd had formed—fans, curious onlookers, and a few photographers with cameras poised.

Glen glanced back at her, his expression softening. He let go of her hand, his touch shifting to her back as they approached the door. The cooler evening air seeped in through the edges of the entryway, and Gabby instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly.

Without missing a beat, Glen shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The warmth of the fabric and the faint scent of his cologne instantly comforted her.

Gabby looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you,” she murmured softly.

Glen gave her a small smile and leaned closer, his voice low and intimate. “I’m right here,” he whispered.

One of the security guards opened the door, and the cool air rushed in fully. Gabby took a deep breath, steeling herself as Glen’s arm returned to her waist. Together, they stepped outside.

The flash of cameras was almost immediate, and voices from the crowd rose in excitement. “Glen! Over here!” someone called out, while others greeted him warmly.

Glen offered a few polite hellos and friendly smiles, his practiced ease making it clear this wasn’t his first time seeing fans or paparazzi on the street. Yet, even as he navigated the crowd, his attention kept drifting back to Gabby. He glanced down at her every few moments, his expression protective, ensuring she was okay.

Gabby stayed close to him, her hands clutching the edges of his jacket as if it were a shield. The noise and attention were overwhelming, but Glen’s presence anchored her.

As they made their way to the car, Glen’s security team created a clear path. He moved smoothly through the crowd, his grip on Gabby firm but gentle, leading her with confidence. When they finally reached the car, Glen opened the door himself, helping her inside with a steady hand.

Once she was settled, he leaned down briefly, his voice soft. “You did great,” he said, his gaze warm and reassuring.

Gabby managed a small smile, her nerves easing slightly. Glen closed the door and moved around to the driver’s side, sliding in beside her. For the first time since stepping into the crowd, she let out a quiet breath, grateful to have him by her side.

As Glen eased the car away from the restaurant, the city lights reflecting off the windshield, he glanced over at Gabby, who was still wrapped in his jacket. Her fingers toyed with the edge of the fabric as she stared out at the passing streets.

“So,” Glen started, his voice warm and teasing, “what do you want to do next?”

Gabby turned her head, raising an eyebrow. “What do you have planned?”

He smirked, his eyes flicking back to the road. “Well, I was thinking I could take you home… if that’s what you wanted.”

She tilted her head, studying him. “And if it’s not?”

His smirk softened, and he glanced at the dashboard clock. “Then… I’ve got about four hours left in California before I have to leave.”

Gabby blinked, sitting up straighter. “You’re leaving tonight?” she asked, her voice laced with surprise. “I thought you had one more night?”

Glen’s face fell, the lightness in his expression replaced by a deep sigh. His hands tightened briefly on the steering wheel before relaxing. 

“I did,” he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with regret. “But they moved up the call time for tomorrow, so I have to head out tonight to make it to set.”

Gabby nodded slowly, processing his words. She understood—this was Glen’s life, his career. But she couldn’t help the pang of disappointment that settled in her chest. She’d been silently hoping to fall asleep in his arms, to have just one more night with him before the distance inevitably returned.

“I’m sorry,” Glen said after a moment, his voice softer. He glanced over at her, the guilt evident in his eyes. “I wanted tonight to be special for you. I wanted us to have more time.”

She gave him a small smile, her fingers still playing with the edge of his jacket. “It’s okay,” she said, even though her heart ached a little. “I get it. This is your job.”

He exhaled, his gaze flicking back to the road. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he murmured. Then, after a pause, he asked hesitantly, “Do you want to come over? For the last few hours we have?”

Gabby looked at him, the corners of her lips tugging upward. “Yeah,” she said softly, her smile growing.

Relief washed over Glen’s face, and he reached over, his hand finding her knee. His touch was warm, grounding. “Okay,” he said, giving her knee a light squeeze. “Let’s make the most of it.”

Gabby placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze in return. As Glen steered the car toward his place, she felt a bittersweet warmth settle in her chest. Their time was fleeting, but she knew she’d cherish every second of it.

[the-fiction-witch]

By The Fire

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count -1250

Fictional Advent Day Twenty Five

Elrond stood before the ornate mirror, carefully finishing his preparations for the evening. He slipped into his fine garments, the rich fabric of his deep blue robes shimmering slightly in the light. The white accents along the edges of his attire, highlighting the intricate patterns woven into the cloth. As he pulled on his tall, polished boots, the soft leather hugged his calves snugly.

Once properly dressed, he moved to the dresser, where he selected his prized pin brooch. It glinted in the firelight, and he attached it to his robes with a steady hand. Next, he turned his attention to the bedside table, where several rings lay waiting. Each ring was unique, adorned with different gemstones that caught the light and sparkled as he slipped them onto his fingers. With a final glance in the mirror, he ensured his hair was perfectly arranged.

“Are you almost ready, my love?” He called out,

Elrond turned and found himself unable to hold back his wide smile,

The chambers were enveloped in a warm and inviting ambience, thanks to the multitude of sweetly flickering candles that adorned every surface. Their soft glow danced across the room, casting gentle shadows that wavered like whispers against the intricately carved walls. The fire in the grand hearth crackled with vigour, sending sparks into the air as it devoured the seasoned logs, its warmth spreading throughout the space and wrapping it in a comfortable embrace.

Beyond the leaded glass windows, the enchanting elven city lay cloaked in midwinter snow, a blanket of glistening white that softened the edges of the towering spires and delicate rooftops. The snowflakes twirled and swirled gracefully as they descended, creating a delicate ballet against the backdrop of the city's majestic architecture. Icy tendrils of frost framed the stained glass windows, where vibrant depictions of the sea and sky came to life, the colours glowing like jewels under the ethereal candlelight within the chamber.

Y/n settled comfortably on the plush couch, her shoes elegantly set aside, her flowing gown that cascaded around her. The fabric, a beautiful blend of deep blue and pure white, mirrored the attire worn by Elrond. Adorning her neck and wrists was an array of silver jewellery, each piece delicately crafted, glimmering softly against her skin,

Her hair was a masterpiece in itself, styled into luxurious curls and intricate braids that framed her face. A stunning golden branch hairpin held the tresses away from her features. With gentle hands, Y/n cradled her swollen baby bump, her fingers moving in soothing circles, instinctively comforting the little ones nestled within her.

Elrond scoffed as he went over kneeling in front of her and resting his hands on her own to feel her bump’s movements. “Why must you do this?”

“Do what?” Y/n laughed,

“Look so distractingly gorgeous.” He chuckled kissing her nose,

“I cannot help it,”

“I know you can’t,” he smiled, “But with your sweet bump you’re utterly irresistible.”

Y/n chuckled and allowed him to savour his time stroking the bump, “Must we go?”

“What?” he chuckled,

“Must we go today? I’m sure my father wouldn’t mind if we didn’t attend, just say the baby is too tired.”

“As adorable as that would be, you know we can’t my love.” He cooed, “Come, you know you’ll enjoy yourself.” He smiled taking her hands and helping her to her feet, “And you know how they love the snow.” he chuckled giving her bump a kiss,

Elrond smiled and helped her into her warm boots and wrapped the thick robes around her,

“Elrond! We’ll be fine.” she laughs,

“I still worry,” he cooed kissing her forehead, “Shall we my love?”

“We shall,” she nodded as she wrapped her hands around his bicep, laying her head on his shoulder and snuggled up,

Elrond grasped her hand firmly, their fingers entwined as they stepped out of their chambers. Together, they meandered through the serene, snow-covered city, the world transformed into a winter wonderland. The towers rose majestically, their spires resembling the peaks of an elaborate cake, each adorned with a delicate blanket of powdered sugar-like snow. Fluffy flakes danced gently from the sky, settling softly on the vibrant plants, ancient buildings, and the wise, weathered elven statues that stood sentinel, their features softened by the snow's embrace.

As they walked, warmth glowed from within the cosy windows of nearby homes, casting flickering shadows that played upon the pristine landscape outside. The air was filled with a tranquil hush broken only by the sound of their footsteps crunching softly on the thick carpet of snow. Together, they savoured the quiet beauty of their surroundings, a perfect reflection of the peacefulness in their hearts.

Finally, they arrived at the grand gardens where many high elves gathered savouring the traditional midwinter wines as they prepared for the feast. Musicians plaid the soft and knelt yule songs as the snow fluttered down.

Many lords and ladies came to greet them wishing sweet futures and cooing at Y/n’s bump. Many of these lords and ladies had never spoken of much less to Elrond on account of his birth and social status but all now flocked to them with warmth and joy to hear tales of her pregnancy and any news of names, kicks and arrival dates for their children.

But Y/n and Elrond staid close never leaving each others arms happy to discuss their children till dawn if needed.

The feast was soon called,

“My Daughter,” Gil-galad called opening his arms to pull Y/n into a strong hug,

“Father,” she cooed,

“How are you fairing?”

“Just fine Father, they're very happy and excited.” she cooed stroking her bump, “And Elrond is taking very good care of us,” she smiled clutching Elrond’s arm once more,

“I do my best, my love.” He smiled giving her forehead a soft kiss,

“I admit I have concerns, how well a half-elf can aid such a-”

“Father.” She warned, “He aids us perfectly,”

“That brings me peace.” He nodded,

Everyone sat at the large carved table enjoying the treats and rich meats ceremonial for this time of year. All engaging in idle chat about the festivities for the whole of the long and slow meal.

When darkness truly came to fall, all the high lords and ladies gathered in the garden before the large tree that had been growing since last yule, Elrond wrapped his arms around Y/n and set his chin on her shoulder, his hands on hers as they sat on her bump as they stood by the fire. 

They shared some tender kisses watching as the tree was set aflame and the high lords and ladies began to celebrate, they watched as the flames engulfed the tree sending the bright light into the sky and causing the snow to sparkle and glitter like diamonds, 

“Y/n, My love?” He cooed,

“Yes, Elrond darling?” she smiled,

“The next yule we have, they will be with us.” He whispered into her ear, giving her bump a soft stroke,

“They will,” she nodded, “next yule we’ll get to hold them up to see the yule tree.”

“We will. I’ll happily sit them both on my shoulders every yule for the rest of my life if I must.”

“You will?”

“I will, my love.” He nodded, “And perhaps in a few more yules I’ll get to hold your sweet bum again?”

Y/n scoffed, “We’ll see, at least let me get these two out first!” She chuckled,

“Of course,” He cooed, “Happy Yule my Love,”

“Happy Yule darling,” she smiled

The two shared, a soft and tender kiss, and a warming stroke to her bump. 

[sweetyluvs]

Hi niomi<3 i’m kinda shy to share my thoughts but.. what about abby eating you out and sucking your boobs with her hair down? sorry if it’s weird!!

awh hi bby! its not weird at all! in fact, i loved this thought sm. thank you for sharing

you loved it when abby let her hair out of her long braid. The curls from the twists allows her hair to fall so elegantly, flowing down her back and shoulders like an angel. She knew you loved it, and she knew you liked it when she touched you with it down.

"mhm.. does it feel good, baby?" she muttered against your sopping pussy, your eyes wide and breaths heavy from the pleasure- throat too dry to reply; abby receiving only a nod she barley made out. your perfectly done nails held your baby pink bedsheets for life, pleasure eating you full with every swipe of her tongue and slurp of her mouth. "ngh— abby.." you barley managed to whimper out when she hit your clit in a certain way. she only grunted against you, the vibration of the low tone causing you to moan, the feelings coursing through you. "I.. I think i'm..” you didn't even have to finish, her hands immediately grabbing your hips tighter to shove you down harshly on her face, her lips coated in your slick. You moaned loudly, eyes tearing up. "d'worry, i'll make you feel so good."

you watched as she ate your pussy as if it was her final meal, hair sliding off her back and into her face- her tongue was everywhere, hitting every spot you knew you had at the same time- how? you had no idea. but fuck. you wanted more.

"abby.. abby.. abs- i.." your eyes couldn't leave her face, hazed over with desire. "go ahead, sweet. you obeyed, her tongue flipping up in a certain way- your orgasm flooding you like a wave. You moaned, throat mixing with a small scream, hands turning red from grabbing your sheets so tiahtlv. Abbv hadn't halted her mouths movements. still fucking you through your orgasm. you slammed your eyes, heaving heavy breaths. Abby finally left you after a moment, trailing wet, sloppy kisses from your pleased cunt to your hips, your stomach- small, breathless giggles leaving you, soon hitching when she wrapped her warm mouth around the sensitive nub of your nipple,You gasped, chest subconsciously jerking up for more friction, earning a teasing laugh from the blonde, her hair cascading down her shoulders, some falling on your stomach. you couldn't help but grab it, slipping your pretty pink nails through her blonde locks as shd sucked your tit, small hums leaving her mouth, the vibration had you turned on all over again. and she knew it.

[kvysvdilla]

𝑩𝑬𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

idol/Jk x supermodel/reader -Aria Jeong-

GENRE: Romance | Fluff | Celebrity life

Chapter 01

The faint hum of a hairdryer filled the spacious dressing room, mingling with soft chatter and the clinking of makeup brushes against palettes. Aria Jeong sat poised in front of the mirror, her long legs crossed elegantly as the hairstylist put the final touches on her glossy, voluminous waves. Dressed in a silk robe with the initials “AJ” embroidered in gold, she exuded effortless grace—a true image of a supermodel at the height of her career.

Aria Jeong. Born in Seoul in 1998, she had taken the world by storm with her ethereal beauty, striking runway presence, and magnetic personality. She wasn’t just a model; she was a global sensation. With campaigns for Calvin Klein, Gucci, and Chanel under her belt and regular appearances at events like the Met Gala, Victoria Secrets, and even Paris Fashion Week, she had become one of the most recognizable faces in fashion. And now, here she was, preparing for her latest photoshoot for the cover of Vogue.

Aria’s skin, smooth and flawless, glistened under the studio lights as she was pampered by a team of professionals. Her long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, ready for the dramatic styling that would complete the look. She had been through this routine hundreds of times, but today felt different—there was something electric in the air, something that made her heart race just a little bit faster.

“Aria, you’re going to look amazing for this cover,” Mia, her hairstylist, said with a smile. “We’re going for a bold, confident look today, something that screams high fashion.”

Aria smiled softly, her lips curling into a graceful expression as Mia continued to work. “I trust you, Mia. You always know what’s best,” she replied, her voice steady and calm.

The photographer, Alex, moved around the room with his camera, adjusting the lighting and checking the angles. “How’s the hair, Mia?” he called out, looking over his shoulder.

“Almost done. Just a few more minutes,” Mia answered, finishing the final touches.

Meanwhile, Aria’s assistant, Claire, entered the room with her tablet in hand. “Aria, the fitting for the Victoria’s Secret show is set for tomorrow morning, and the team from Calvin Klien wants to meet you later this afternoon to discuss the upcoming campaign. They’re expecting us at 2 PM. Oh, and don't forget the L'Oréal photoshoot after the meeting.”

Aria nodded in acknowledgment, her focus still on the mirror. “Got it. We’ll be there. Thanks, Claire.”

Claire smiled and quickly left the room, while Aria closed her eyes for a moment, silently preparing herself for the busy day ahead. This was her life now—packed schedules, back-to-back photoshoots, meetings, fittings, and the constant push to stay at the top of the fashion world.

But she had worked hard to get here. Years of dedication, countless hours spent perfecting her craft, and a determination to succeed had brought her to the pinnacle of the modeling industry. Aria Jeong had become a name known around the world, but to her, it was all just the beginning.

“Alright, Aria,” Alex called, snapping her out of her thoughts. “It’s time. Let’s get you into the first outfit.”

Claire returned with a clothing rack filled with various options, including sleek dresses, bold prints, and intricate designs. The first outfit for the photoshoot was a stunning black velvet dress with a deep V-neckline and a dramatic slit that revealed her long, toned legs. It was a classic, elegant look, just the kind of thing that would make the cover of Vogue unforgettable.

Mia and other staffs helped Aria slip into the dress, adjusting the fit around her waist as Aria stood tall and composed. “You look stunning,” Mia said, stepping back to admire her work.

Aria smiled in the mirror, her sharp eyes meeting her reflection. “Thank you Mia.”

As Aria stepped onto the set, the photographer and lighting crew were ready, their eyes focused on her every move. The studio was filled with soft light, creating the perfect ambiance for the photoshoot. Aria stood still for a moment, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. She had done this countless times, but there was always something exciting about being in front of the camera, especially for such a prestigious magazine.

The session began, with Aria effortlessly striking pose after pose. Each movement was fluid, graceful, and deliberate, her body an instrument of perfection as the camera snapped away. She had mastered the art of photography—how to look natural while maintaining an air of elegance, how to convey emotion with just a tilt of the head or a slight shift in posture.

“Beautiful, Aria,” Alex called, his voice full of admiration. “You’re absolutely nailing it. Let’s switch to the next look.”

Mia quickly ushered in the next outfit—a shimmering silver gown that hugged Aria’s figure in all the right places. As Aria changed, she glanced at her phone, checking the time. The day was moving quickly, and she had a tight schedule ahead of her. Between the photoshoot, meetings with various brands, and a rehearsal for the upcoming American Music Awards, she knew it was going to be a long day.

But that was the life of an international supermodel, and Aria had long ago accepted that.

As the photoshoot continued, the minutes turned into hours. Aria remained focused, switching from outfit to outfit, posing with poise and confidence, never once breaking her professional demeanor. There were moments when the intensity of the work started to take its toll, but Aria pushed through—this was her dream, her career, and nothing would stop her.

After wrapping up the Vogue photoshoot, Aria was led into a private space where she could take a breather. The sound of the bustling studio faded as she collapsed onto the plush sofa with her casual outfit that she had changed. It was black button up crop top, pair it with a dark blue tight jeans and a black high heels boots. The weight of a full day’s work already starting to settle in. She checked her phone—Claire’s message about the meeting with Calvin Klein at 2 PM echoed in her mind. It was already 2:30.

The minutes had slipped by quicker than expected, and now it was time for the next task at hand. She had barely time to catch her breath before her assistant appeared at the door. “Aria, your car is waiting. We’re heading to the Calvin Klein office for the meeting,” Claire said, a soft smile on her face, knowing how little time Aria had to rest between her appointments.

Aria nodded, running a hand through her hair and standing up. “Let’s go.”

They walked out into the bustling lobby, where the driver opened the car door for her, and they headed to the Calvin Klein headquarters. As Aria sat back in the plush seat, her thoughts wandered briefly to her upcoming meeting. Calvin Klein had always been a major name in her modeling career. This was more than just a meeting—it was a chance to solidify her place in the industry as one of the most sought-after supermodels.

The car ride was a blur of thoughts, and soon they arrived at the sleek, modern Calvin Klein building. Aria’s high heel boots clicked against the polished marble floors as she entered the building, greeted by a receptionist who led her to the private meeting room. Claire went ahead to ensure everything was ready for the meeting, leaving Aria alone for a moment to gather herself.

The door opened shortly after, and two representatives from Calvin Klein walked in—one, a tall man in his early forties named Mr. Lawrence, who was the head of marketing, and the other, a young woman, Chloe, who had recently joined the team as a creative lead.

“Aria! Thank you for joining us today,” Mr. Lawrence greeted, his voice warm but professional. He gestured for her to sit at the conference table. “We’re really excited to have you on board for this new campaign. We’ve seen your recent work, and you’re exactly what we were looking for.”

Aria smiled politely and nodded, settling into her seat. “I’m honored to be a part of the team.” she said so elegantly.

Chloe, the creative lead, spoke up next, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “For this campaign, we want to capture the essence of modern luxury while maintaining an accessible, everyday feel. It’s all about sophistication but also comfort. The collection is inspired by urban landscapes, so we’re hoping to do something bold and edgy.”

Aria nodded, already visualizing the looks they were describing. The Calvin Klein aesthetic was always sleek and minimalist, but this concept sounded more daring—something that would challenge her versatility as a model. “I like the idea. Bold and edgy is something I’m always up for,” she said, her confidence shining through.

Mr. Lawrence glanced at Chloe before turning back to Aria. “We were hoping to get your thoughts on some of the outfits we’ve picked out. For this campaign, we’re focusing a lot on outerwear and layering, which is right up your alley, considering your experience in high fashion and your collaborations with brands like Gucci and Chanel.”

Chloe clicked through her tablet, bringing up the first few designs on the screen. “This is one of our favorite pieces,” she said, showing Aria an oversized trench coat with dramatic shoulders, paired with tailored trousers. “We’re thinking of using this for the cover image. It’s chic and timeless, but the exaggerated silhouette gives it a very fresh, contemporary look.”

Aria studied the design, picturing herself wearing it. “I love it. I can definitely see this working well with the overall theme.”

The meeting continued, with Mr. Lawrence and Chloe discussing details, such as the photography style, location for the shoot, and the timeline for the campaign. Aria’s mind was engaged, but there was a part of her that couldn’t help but drift away every now and then.

Aria quickly refocused as the conversation shifted to the logistics of the shoot. “We’re planning to do some behind-the-scenes footage for social media as well,” Chloe explained. “It’ll be part of a bigger campaign, so we’ll need to make sure we capture a bit of your personality—how you interact with the clothing, how you move in it. It’ll give the brand a more authentic feel.”

Aria nodded thoughtfully. “I’m excited to be part of that. I always enjoy showing the more relaxed side of things, especially in a campaign as dynamic as this one. It makes it more personal for the audience.”

Mr. Lawrence smiled. “That’s exactly the kind of energy we’re looking for. We want people to see that you’re not just a model, but someone who lives and breathes the essence of what Calvin Klein stands for.”

As the meeting wrapped up, Claire entered the room to let Aria know it was time to head to the next appointment. Aria stood up, shaking hands with both Mr. Lawrence and Chloe. “Thank you both for taking the time today. I’m looking forward to what we’ll create together,” she said, smiling warmly.

After the productive meeting with Calvin Klein, Aria’s day continued its whirlwind pace. She quickly slipped into the waiting car, her mind still buzzing with excitement from the campaign discussion. The next stop on her packed agenda was a photoshoot for L’Oréal, one of the most prestigious makeup brands in the world.

The ride to the L’Oréal studio was a short one, but enough to give her a few minutes of much-needed peace. As the car pulled into the parking lot, she straightened her posture and mentally prepared herself for what would undoubtedly be another busy, high-energy shoot. It had become second nature for Aria to slip into model mode, but there was still a level of excitement every time she worked with a brand she loved. L’Oréal, with its bold and timeless beauty, had always been a dream partnership.

Once inside the spacious studio, she was greeted by a team of hair and makeup artists who had already set up their stations, ready to transform her into the perfect L’Oréal muse. She made her way to the makeup chair, where a plate of fresh salad and an iced peach tea awaited her. She didn’t even need to ask for it anymore—it was always there.

“Yum, this looks perfect,” she said with a smile, grabbing her fork and taking a bite of the salad.

The makeup artist, a cheerful woman in her mid-thirties named Maria, chuckled as she began applying foundation. “You really know how to eat healthy, Aria,” she teased, carefully dabbing at her face with a brush. “But honestly, you’re always glowing, so I guess you have some magic tricks.”

Aria laughed, rolling her eyes. “Oh please, no magic tricks here. It’s all about water, veggies, and a bit of luck.”

As she continued eating, Aria casually flipped open the novel she had been reading during her downtime—The Night Circus, a fantasy story filled with mystery and enchantment. The plot was as gripping as ever, but her attention was soon distracted by the light chatter around her.

“I swear, every time I walk into a store, L’Oréal’s new collection is everywhere,” Maria mused, her hands expertly shaping Aria’s brows. “I love their packaging! It’s always so fresh and sleek.”

“I know, right?” Aria replied between bites of salad, nodding in agreement. “It’s why I love working with them. They’re a brand that understands the balance between timelessness and modernity. They really know what women want.”

“Speaking of women,” Maria continued, “did you hear that they’re planning a huge campaign for next spring? They’re supposed to release a new product that’s going to blow everyone away.”

“No way! That sounds amazing,” Aria said, putting the book down for a moment, genuinely intrigued. “What’s the product? Something new for the lips?”

Maria nodded excitedly. “Exactly! A new lipstick that changes color with your mood—like those mood rings, but for lips.”

“That’s so cool,” Aria said, amused. “I’d love to be part of that campaign.”

Before Maria could respond, the door to the dressing room swung open, and Claire, Aria’s assistant, rushed in. Her face was a mixture of excitement and disbelief, and she was holding her phone tightly in her hand, like she’d just gotten news she wasn’t entirely prepared for.

“Claire?” Aria asked, eyeing her assistant’s wide eyes. “What’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Claire didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She immediately walked over to Aria, a bit out of breath. “Aria… you’re not going to believe this,” she said, her voice almost shaky. “I just got off the phone with the AMA’s event manager… they want YOU as one of the announcers for this year’s show.”

For a moment, the entire room fell silent. The makeup artist paused, the brushes in mid-air, as the rest of the staff turned to look at Claire with wide-eyed expressions. Aria’s heart skipped a beat, the sudden surge of excitement making her momentarily forget to breathe.

“You’re joking, right?” Aria asked, half-laughing, half-stunned. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She felt like her world had just shifted.

“No,” Claire said, shaking her head in disbelief. “They’re serious! They want you to announce awards during the show. It’s huge, Aria. The biggest award show of the year—and you’re going to be there… on stage.”

The rest of the staff gasped in shock. “That’s incredible!” Maria exclaimed, her eyes widening. “You’re going to be on stage at the AMAs! With all those amazing artists—this is a huge deal!”

The words sank in slowly. Aria blinked a few times, her hand still covering her mouth in disbelief. She never thought her career would take her to this moment. The American Music Awards—one of the biggest and most prestigious events in the industry. And she had just been asked to be a part of it.

“Wait, wait. Are you sure?” Aria asked, her voice soft but filled with wonder. She needed to hear it again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“Positive,” Claire confirmed, a huge grin spreading across her face. “They said it’s all official. You’re one of the chosen announcers. They’ll send over the details in the next few days.”

Aria, still in a bit of shock, sat there for a moment, processing everything. A wave of emotion rushed over her—happiness, excitement, and disbelief all rolled into one. This was it. This was the next step in her career.

The room erupted in cheers, the staff exchanging high-fives and congratulations. Aria couldn’t help but laugh, a wide grin on her face. She was overwhelmed but thrilled at the same time.

“I can’t believe it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at Claire. “The AMAs. This is a huge opportunity.”

“You deserve it,” Claire said, her voice filled with pride. “All your hard work has paid off.”

Aria turned back to the staff, her smile never fading. “Thank you all,” she said, her voice a little shaky from the excitement. “This means so much to me.”

Maria, the makeup artist, was the first to offer her congratulations. “Well, I guess you’ll have to wear something extra special for that night, huh?”

“Oh, definitely,” Aria replied with a playful smile. “I’ve got the perfect outfit in mind.”

As she continued to prepare for her photoshoot with L’Oréal, Aria couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. But even more than that, she felt a growing sense of excitement about what the future held. The AMAs were just the beginning, and she was ready for whatever came next.

Chapter 02 --- Back to Series Masterlist

[hinatahyugacute]

The shadow hokage and his lady Uchiha

In the soft glow of Konoha’s twilight, a silhouette stood atop the Hokage's office, cloaked in darkness as he surveyed the village. Sasuke Uchiha, the Shadow Hokage, had taken this position silently—no official title, no grand announcement. His role was more discreet, one that protected Konoha from dangers lurking in the shadows, far from the public eye. Though Naruto held the formal title of Hokage, everyone knew that without Sasuke, the village wouldn’t enjoy the same peace.

He felt a familiar warmth as he sensed another presence joining him on the rooftop. Turning slightly, he saw Hinata Uchiha, her lithe form gracefully moving toward him. The soft purple of her kimono flowed elegantly around her, a delicate contrast to her husband’s dark attire. Her long indigo hair cascaded over her shoulders, the color deepening as the dusk darkened into night.

“You came,” Sasuke murmured, his voice a blend of appreciation and mild surprise. In the silence of their bond, they often communicated without words, but tonight, it seemed he wanted to hear her voice.

Hinata smiled gently, a warmth in her eyes that softened her husband's perpetually stoic demeanor. “Of course,” she replied softly. “The children are asleep, and I wanted to see you.”

Sasuke turned, stepping closer to her as the village lights began to twinkle below. He felt the weight of his duties and responsibilities slip away in her presence. Together, they shared a silent understanding; though their lives were wrapped in duty and sacrifice, they found solace in each other. Sasuke reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek.

“It’s peaceful tonight,” he said, more to himself than her. Konoha, the village that had taken so much from him, had also given him everything he’d needed in the end: family, purpose, and a sense of belonging he’d never expected to find. And Hinata—Hinata had been there, quietly supporting him, loving him unconditionally. She was his steady light.

Hinata nodded. “It’s peaceful because of you, Sasuke. You’ve kept this village safe in ways most will never understand.” Her voice was soft but filled with pride, and she looked up at him, her lavender eyes reflecting her deep admiration.

“I don’t do it for them,” he replied, a rare flicker of vulnerability in his tone. He pulled her closer, allowing himself the indulgence of her warmth. “I do it for you. And for the children.”

Hinata’s eyes softened, her hand resting over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath her palm. “You’ve given so much. Sometimes I worry…”

“Worry?” he repeated, his dark eyes searching hers.

“About the toll this takes on you.” She bit her lip, hesitating. “I know you would never speak of it, but I can feel the weight you carry, Sasuke. You protect everyone… but sometimes I wish you’d let yourself rest.”

Sasuke lowered his head, their foreheads touching, and let out a small sigh. “I know,” he whispered, almost inaudible. “But some things can’t wait.” His fingers tightened around hers, as if grounding himself in her presence. “And this… role… it’s something I chose. For our family. So that you, Sarada, and little Itachi can live in peace.”

Hinata’s expression softened, and she pressed her lips gently to his. It was her way of reassuring him, showing her support without words. The stars above them twinkled brighter as the night deepened, and in that moment, Sasuke felt something he’d rarely allowed himself to experience—contentment.

A sudden rustle below broke their silence, and they both looked down, their instincts sharp as they scanned the ground. A stray cat, prowling through the empty streets, gave them a curious glance before trotting away. Sasuke smirked, his hand lingering on the hilt of his sword. “Seems like the only threats tonight are the four-legged ones.”

Hinata chuckled softly, a sound that Sasuke found himself cherishing. “Then perhaps, my dear shadow, we can enjoy a moment of peace together.”

Sasuke relaxed, letting go of the tension he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. They sat on the edge of the rooftop, side by side, Hinata leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She placed her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the stillness.

In the distance, they could hear the faint laughter of villagers, the sound of life carrying on peacefully below. Sasuke allowed himself a rare smile as he looked at the woman beside him. She had been his strength, his calm in the storm, his constant when everything else felt like it was slipping away. With her, he could be Sasuke, not the feared last Uchiha or the village’s shadow guardian—just a man who had fought to protect the ones he loved.

As the night deepened, Hinata lifted her head and looked up at him. “You’ve always been the shadow, Sasuke, but I hope you know you are loved by the light.”

Her words struck a chord deep within him, a part of him that he’d long kept hidden away. He knew he was difficult to love, that his life was far from easy to share. But Hinata had seen the worst of him, his brokenness and his strength, and she had chosen to stay.

Sasuke cupped her face, his thumb tracing her cheek. “I don’t deserve you, Hinata,” he said softly. “But I’ll protect you. Always.”

They shared a quiet moment, their breaths in sync as the stars continued to watch over them. Hinata placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, her lips lingering as she whispered, “And I’ll be here, always. Just like this.”

In the silence that followed, they simply held each other, lost in the profound comfort that only they could provide one another. In that moment, Sasuke felt complete. The man who once wandered in search of vengeance had found something far greater—someone who understood him, and a love that could withstand any shadow.

As they sat together under the vast sky, the weight of their shared history, their struggles, and their love wove around them, binding them closer. They were two souls who had found peace, even in the silence, even in the darkness. And as long as they had each other, they knew they could face whatever came next.

[elyssialumengard]

Alastor x Reader : Fragile Link ( Part 2 )

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Link to the first part for those who haven't read it :

https://www.tumblr.com/elyssialumengard/741783404758073344/alastor-x-reader-fragile-link-part-1?source=share

Summary : In this chapter, Charlie presents his redemption hotel project to (y/n), an powerful overlord. Alastor, with his own motives, tries to persuade (y/n) to become involved in their confrontation against Adam.

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Taku knocked a second time, but the silence remained implacable.

Tangible anxiety flashed across his face as he prepared to strike a third time, softly saying :

- My Lady, may I come in ?

Getting no response, he made a face that the two people behind him did not see. Charlie frowned at Alastor, wondering what was going on. The radio demon tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing, wondering why (y/n) was slow to respond, when usually, she was so responsive. He could sense her presence, so it wasn't due to a mistake in location.

The demon, under the overlord's orders, did not hesitate to not ask permission, instead deciding to carefully push open the door. He entered, Charlie and Alastor on his heels, where the blonde was amazed by the clean layout of the place.

The room was bathed in soft, calming light that filtered through the thin curtains, letting in the golden rays of the artificial sun. The walls were painted in light tones, accentuating the brightness of the room and creating a warm atmosphere. Delicately framed paintings adorned the walls, bringing an artistic touch to the whole.

At the back of the room, a solid wooden desk was placed, on which were placed a kettle, a selection of fine teas in pretty metal boxes, delicately decorated porcelain cups, as well as small biscuits arranged on a plate.

Two plush sofas were placed opposite each other in the center, separated by a glass coffee table on which were a few magazines and a vase filled with fresh flowers. The elegantly patterned cushions added a touch of color and comfort to the seating.

Shelves full of books stretched along one of the walls, offering a varied selection of reading material for all tastes. Potted plants were scattered here and there, bringing greenery and freshness to the room.

In this welcoming and peaceful environment, (y/n) stood near a window, her back, silently contemplating the landscape through the glass, absorbed in her thoughts.

Approaching with growing concern, Taku called out to him again. Hearing this time, (y/n) gracefully pivoted towards them, revealing her strangely angelic appearance, which always disconcerted those who saw her for the first time.

Her hair, as white as fresh snow, flowed in silky cascades around her face, framing delicate, celestial features. His gaze, both gentle and penetrating, could have probed the deepest souls. Slight wrinkles framed her eyes, testifying to the countless trials she had endured. Fine deer antlers stood on the top of his head, rather large, extending back, adorned with light beads that had been made for her decades ago.

She was wrapped in a long taupe gray t-shirt, loose and flowing, the long sleeves of which fell almost delicately over her slender hands. The hem of the garment caressed the bottom of her buttocks while she had taken care to slip the front into her straight black fabric pants, thus defining her silhouette. A navy blue belt, carefully adjusted, captured the whole in subtle harmony. On her feet, sandals matching the color of the belt, with black wedge heels, seemed to extend the slender line of her legs.

Despite the apparent casualness of her outfit, she emanated an aura of dignity and serenity, giving her presence a natural nobility and captivating maturity.

Yet, despite the brilliance of her beauty and the imposing aura that surrounded her, an enigmatic fragility seemed to emanate from her, as if the burden of the entire world rested on her proud shoulders. Silent tears beading from her white eyelashes, sliding slowly down her cheeks, leaving in their wake sparkling traces on the porcelain of her skin.

Faced with this heartbreaking vision, Charlie's heart ached with empathy. She could almost feel the pain and suffering emanating from (y/n), even though she didn't know her.

Ignoring Charlie and Alastor, (y/n) walked towards Taku who was walking towards her. Their gestures betrayed a deep and ancient familiarity. She held out a trembling hand, which Taku took tenderly, placing his other hand on her hip for support.

Tears continued to fall down (y/n)’s cheeks as she begged for comfort.

- Taku... I am gripped by doubt and torment... Did I make the right decision ? Was I right to act this way ? She whispered in a broken voice. My heart breaks thinking that another member of my family will suffer loneliness and fear because of the consequences of my actions.

Taku looked at her affectionately, his hand gently stroking hers to comfort her.

- You acted according to your duty. He replied in a soothing voice. Lynn broke established laws. It has threatened the balance that you have so ardently preserved. You had no choice but to punish him.

An encouraging smile appeared on Taku's lips, trying to ease his mistress' pain.

- Your wisdom and prudence have protected our family and our territory. Don't let the burden of your decisions torment you. We are all at your side, aware of the rules, ready to support your choices, however difficult they may be.

(y/n) closed her eyes, feeling the tears continue to fall down her cheeks despite her efforts to hold them back.

- I know, Taku... I realize that none of you hated me for that, that I did what had to be done, but... But that doesn't lessen the pain. She whispered, letting out a sigh of sorrow.

Taku, still close to her, dried her tears delicately, his fingers tenderly caressing her skin. He moved even closer, trying to offer her whatever comfort he could in this moment of torment and vulnerability, no longer caring at all about the guests.

Observing this touching scene, Charlie was overcome by an emotion mixed with surprise and fascination. She didn't expect such intimacy between Taku and (y/n), but she couldn't help but find it magnificent, given the evidence of the deep attachment between them.

While as far as Alastor was concerned, he felt a surge of rage wash over him, his fingers tightening around the top of his cane with increasing intensity. His sinister smile widened, tinged with a dark glow as he observed this lesser demon, acting as if he was entitled to such closeness.

A shadow passed through his eyes, mixing jealousy and desire for possession.

- Remember this, my Lady. Your wisdom has always brought us serenity and protection. Your decisions were dictated by necessity and prudence. He continued in a soothing voice, trying to ease her pain.

(y/n) listened carefully to her advisor's comforting words, her expression relaxing slightly under his influence. However, when she heard the crackles of the radio growing louder in the room, her eyes suddenly widened, recognizing the sound with a disturbing certainty.

- Alastor, I advise you to control your emotions. Taku intervened, diverting his attention to the demon. I did not grant you an audience here, with my Lady, for you to cause trouble.

Alastor bit back a growl, his stag horns growing slightly in response to his growing frustration.

- I'm not the one who starts the trouble, my dear Taku. He replied, his gaze burning with a dark glow. But no matter, I wouldn't want to spoil your little intimate moment with your precious overlord. He added acerbically, his pupils narrowing, leaving more room for the black of his eyes.

Before Taku could respond, a bitter cold suddenly filled the room, dropping the temperature several degrees and obscuring the surrounding light. (y/n)'s silver eyes glowed menacingly as she stared at Alastor with an icy intensity, filled with hatred and menace.

Detaching itself slightly from Taku, (y/n)'s aura transformed into a terrifying presence, imbuing the room with a heavy and sinister atmosphere. His antlers grew larger as did his shadow which expanded, morphing into a tight grip around Alastor's body, immobilizing him. All this happened in barely the blink of an eye. Alastor's mischievous smile froze, becoming more awkward as he tried to keep his composure.

Charlie, panicked, let out a little cry of fear when she saw Alastor in danger. (y/n) walked towards him with determined steps, her piercing gaze staring at him intensely. Once in front of him, the same size, she addressed him in a cold voice :

-What are you here for, radio demon ?

Aware of the palpable threat in the air, Alastor responded with feigned confidence :

- Just to chat, my dear overlord. I come as a friend, as always.

- As friends ? She replied, an icy glint in her eyes. You have no friends here. You only have enemies waiting for the right moment to destroy you.

A shiver ran down Alastor's spine, but he kept his composure, his sinister smile stretching slightly across his face.

- Oh, but my dear, it's a shame. I'm sure we could get along if you gave me a chance.

(y/n) stared at him with contempt.

- You don't belong here, Alastor. And if you even think for a moment about sowing chaos in my territory, know that I will make you regret every second of your existence.

When Alastor should have fought back or tried to defend himself, a subtle observation revealed to him an unsuspected truth, escaped everyone's attention. The shadow's hold on him, although similar to that of his memories, was not as stifling or threatening as he had thought. He felt within himself the possibility of freeing himself from it, if he really wanted to. Staring intently at the face of the woman he had come to meet, he noticed that the tears had stopped flowing, giving way to an expression valiantly fighting against fatigue.

Smiling even more, he decided to lighten the atmosphere with his usual sarcastic humor.

- Let's see, my dear, you take me for a more belligerent demon than I really am. He said, giving a mocking smile. I'm here on a much more interesting matter than causing chaos. Actually, I'm here to introduce you to someone !

(y/n) arched an eyebrow, her expression hardening even further.

-And who is this person you are talking about ? She asked in a biting voice.

Alastor let out a small laugh, turning to Charlie with a theatrical nod.

- Allow me to introduce you to Princess Charlie Morningstar, heir to the throne of Hell and the founder of the Hazbin Hotel !

Charlie, feeling a little uncomfortable under (y/n)'s unforgiving gaze, gave her a shy smile and bowed slightly.

- Hey… Nice to meet you, Lady (y/n). She said in a calm but respectful voice.

( y/n ) looked away from Alastor to stare at Charlie, his expression softening slightly. She observed the young princess with a mixture of curiosity and evaluation, taking the time to look her over from head to toe, making her slightly uncomfortable, feeling as if the one who was taller than her she probed the depths of his soul.

- Charlie Morningstar… She whispered, repeating the name as if to engrave it in her memory.

As (y/n) scrutinized Charlie with growing interest, a resolve seemed to arise within her. With a graceful gesture of her hand, she dispelled the shadow that still enveloped Alastor, thus freeing the demon from his yoke. The temperature of the room and its brightness returned to their natural balance, while (y/n)'s deer antlers returned to their initial size.

(y/n), now more relaxed, conformed to the rules of etiquette, respecting them. A gracious smile graced her lips as she gave Charlie a salutation of gracious solemnity, bowing her head slightly in respect.

- The pleasure is shared, Princess Charlie. She replied in a soft but confident voice, getting up. It is an honor to welcome you to my modest home. Please forgive me for the vulnerable and aggressive version of myself that you may have encountered. Under no circumstances should she be present in the presence of royalty such as yours.

Charlie was pleasantly surprised by the sudden change in (y/n)'s attitude, feeling more comfortable in her presence. She bowed respectfully in gratitude, acknowledging the courtesy of the Overlord of Hell, not being used to being shown so much respect.

(y/n) then turned towards the couches, inviting Charlie to sit down.

- Please sit down, Princess Charlie, you must be tired from all this walking. She declared in a friendly voice, gesturing elegantly to the sofa.

Charlie nodded politely and sat down, his gaze following Alastor who stood behind the back of the sofa, his teasing smile still hanging on his lips. Meanwhile, (y/n) sent a command to Taku.

- Taku, please prepare some tea for our guest. She ordered in a calm but authoritative voice, as she sat down her turn, opposite Charlie who was standing straight, playing with his fingers.

Taku nodded silently, bowing slightly before walking over to where the teapot and cups were set out. He prepared the tea with silent skill, discreetly observing his enemy out of the corner of his eye.

As for Alastor, he remained unfazed by the presence of the one he would like to see dead, his expression still teasing, his gaze sparkling with undisguised malice as he observed the scene with palpable amusement.

Once the tea was ready, Taku approached Charlie and handed him a cup with a respectful gesture.

- Your tea, Princess Charlie. He announced in a neutral voice, placing it in front of her on the table, before serving (y/n), who thanked him with a warm but moderate smile.

Charlie thanked him with a grateful smile and took the cup carefully, feeling the comforting warmth of the liquid against his fingers. She took a small sip, savoring the soothing taste of the tea. (y/n) observed him with a slight smile, then suddenly declared, breaking the silence that had fallen :

- If I may say so, you look exactly like your father, Lucifer.

Charlie, astonished, looked at her in surprise.

- Do you know my father ? She asked with a hint of disbelief, unsure of what to think.

(y/n) nodded slightly.

- We met on a few rare occasions. She replied in a calm voice, full of reflection. But I must admit that I don't particularly hold it in my heart. Although I understand that he is overwhelmed by the illness of depression, especially since the departure of Lilith, your mother, I firmly believe that a king, even if he did not choose this destiny, must above all think to his subjects and be ready to sacrifice himself for them. Unfortunately, your father doesn't always seem to understand this, letting innocent people perish every year and condemning all sinners indiscriminately.

A nervous laugh escaped Charlie's lips at this unexpected revelation, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, trying to hide his growing confusion. Another heavy silence settled in the room, (y/n) doing everything to ignore the presence of Alastor, who reveled in his reaction.

After taking a sip, the hostess asked in a friendly but curious voice :

-And if not, can you inform me of your coming here, princess ? I must admit that I never imagined such a thing happening.

Charlie felt a surge of intense excitement course through her body as she jumped to her feet, the surge in her voice ready to burst into song to introduce her hotel of redemption. Her eyes glowed with palpable determination as she prepared to share her vision with those in the room.

- Oh uh yes ! Let me introduce you to my hotel that rehabilitates fishermen ! She began in a vibrant, almost musical voice. A place where the most lost souls can find redemption and inner peace.

His momentum was abruptly interrupted by the authoritarian voice of (y/n), which ended his tirade :

- There is no room for songs here, princess. Please forgive me for interrupting you, but I believe that there is a time for everything, including songs. If this is serious, you can present things differently.

Charlie, disappointed by the abrupt interruption of her creative momentum, sat up slowly, stammering an excuse. Alastor raised an eyebrow and said in a voice tinged with sarcasm :

- Are you sure about that, (y/n) ?

Ignoring Alastor's remarks and the hostile glances exchanged between him and Taku, (y/n) focused on Charlie, noticing his growing state of stress. Telling herself that his condition was because of her, with natural grace, she offered him a soothing smile and said softly :

- There's no reason to stress, princess, I didn't want to upset you. However, I can't stand the music anymore.

Hearing this, Alastor's smile became colder and more sarcastic. Charlie, looking at the woman in front of her, sighed, her shoulders slumping. She still had a hard time realizing that she was here, sharing tea with the person she considered an example to follow. As a result, she could not hold back from sharing her adoration for the overlord.

- You know, I've always heard about you. Rumors say that you are almost as powerful as my father, but that you have chosen a different path. A path of compassion and helping others.You have made pacts with sinners, protecting them and guiding them through the troubled waters of life. It's incredible. Everyone talks about you, but we never see you. You might almost think you're a legend. And yet here I am, facing you, realizing that you are very real. I admire you so much. It's like meeting my idol. Your strength, your generosity... It's inspiring. I mean, who else could boast of having (y/n) as an ally ? That's... That would just be amazing.

As Charlie's excitement began to skyrocket again, (y/n) gave him a kind look and said gently, touched by his words :

- Calm down, princess. Thank you for your admiration. Breathe, I am fully listening to you.

Charlie, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, outlined his plan with frankness tinged with nervousness. She honestly admitted that it was her fault that the purge had been brought forward six months, explaining that in a month Adam and the exterminators would come to see them first. Unable to hide her anxiety, she admitted that she did not know what to do in the face of this critical situation.

-And so… Alastor brought me here to get your help, apparently. She added, casting an uncertain look at Alastor.

( y/n ), staring skeptically at Alastor for the first since this exchange, raised an eyebrow, expressing doubt about the demon's intentions. In a calm but direct voice, she asked him :

- Do you really think you'll help Charlie with his hotel ? Do you believe in this idea of redemption ?

Alastor replied with a hint of amusement in his voice :

- Ah, my dear (y/n), believe in redemption ? It’s like believing in Santa Claus ! However, I see Charlie's little project as an entertainment opportunity. And maybe, who knows, a few souls to collect for eternity. But don't get me wrong, I'm here to save his project, it shouldn't be broken too quickly. I was even the one who chose the name of the brand, the “Hazbin Hotel”!

Faced with Alastor's response, Charlie felt disappointed and blasé, her face betraying her displeasure. She had hoped to find a sincere ally in him, but his words had reminded her of the dark and detached nature of the one who accompanied her today.

(y/n), turning to Taku with a serious look, asked him if the information provided by Alastor was true. Taku nodded soberly, confirming that according to his informants, the stated facts were accurate. (y/n) bowed his head slightly in recognition towards Taku before turning back to Charlie.

- I see… And what do you want from me, princess ?

Alastor spoke up to propose a solution to the situation.

- You know, (y/n), with your power and your army of fishermen, you could put an end to all this. You could even come to the aid of other potential members of what you insist on calling your “family”. He said in a convinced tone, looking at his nails, keeping a straight posture, not wanting to slump against the backrest even if he wanted to, wanting to keep a good face in front of her.

In a gesture of controlled serenity, (y/n) gently raised her hand to interrupt him, before falling gracefully on his knee. Closing her eyes briefly, she gathered her thoughts before responding in a calm but resolute voice :

- I understand your point of view, but I refuse to put the members of my family in danger for a matter that does not directly concern them. Here we are safe.

(y/n)'s reply, although delivered with apparent confidence, does not quite succeed in convincing Alastor, accustomed to detecting chinks in the armor of his interlocutors. He had subtly noticed the change in expression on the overlord's face. A smirk tugged at his thin lips, his eyes sparkling with biting amusement as he prepared to further explore the cracks in (y/n)'s confidence.

- You sure about that ? He asked, his voice softly tinged with a veiled threat. Think about it my dear. Things change, alliances break, and even your fishermen could find themselves caught in the tumult of this impending war.

He remained silent for a moment, letting his words permeate the atmosphere, then he continued in a calm but incisive tone :

- Imagine for a moment that Adam's forces are getting closer. Do you really think they will stop indefinitely at the gates of your pocket dimension ? That your precious fishermen will be spared from their fury ? No, my dear (y/n), your security is only an illusion in this constantly moving world. And if you refuse to act now, you may bitterly regret it when the flames of war lick the walls of your refuge.

He paused, letting his words resonate in (y/n)'s mind, before concluding with a sardonic smile :

- Of course, I do not underestimate your ability to protect your domain. But it's always good to consider all possibilities, even the darkest ones. After all, prudence is the mother of safety, right ?

Alastor knew how to tug on the heartstrings of high-ranking demons like (y/n). He used his charisma and sharp rhetoric to sow doubt in the overlord's mind, giving her a different perspective on the situation and pushing her to consider more aggressive actions to protect her rule and honor.

Before Charlie could intervene with his own arguments, Taku, faithful servant, spoke in a respectful but determined tone.

- My Lady. He began in a voice full of devotion. I understand the arguments made by this nuisance, but I implore you, do not let fear and uncertainty dictate your actions. You are the force that unites us, the light that guides our steps in the darkness. Your prudence is our shield against the chaos that always threatens to engulf us. Yes, times are uncertain and threats are many, but it is precisely in these times that your leadership is most crucial. Acting in haste, under the influence of fear, would only hasten our downfall. Let us remain faithful to our strategy, to our vision of the future. With your wisdom and wise judgment, we will overcome whatever challenges come our way. Because if you choose to engage in this confrontation, you risk losing more than you could gain. Your place is here, alongside yours, to protect our home and guide our destiny. Don't let the words of a manipulative demon sow doubt in your mind. We trust you, my Lady. And as long as you stay strong, so will we.

His hand, resting confidently on (y/n)'s shoulder, testified to his unwavering support, while he awaited his suzerain's decision with respectful patience, trusting in her wisdom and in her ability to make the best decisions for them.

(y/n) turned her gaze towards Taku, letting her face rest on her hand which was placed next to her on the backrest, fighting against the wave of sadness which invaded her at the thought of Lynn, that she had punished for a recent transgression. Alastor, carefully scanning the scene, felt a pang of annoyance as he noticed the proximity between them, a proximity that bothered him more than he cared to admit.

However, her attention was diverted by something that seemed to escape the others, when she raised her arm slightly, to take Taku's hand which was on her shoulder. Another curious and interesting detail, which added to the confirmation of his suspicions. (y/n) raised his face towards Charlie, letting go of his advisor's hand, placing his arm back at his side. In a gentle voice, she expressed her regrets.

- I'm sorry, princess, but I can't help you in this matter. She declared with compassion. I can't afford to put any member of my family in danger, let alone drag them into this.

However, she offered Charlie a glimmer of hope by adding :

- However, if your hotel survives, I will be happy to support you by visiting your establishment. I could then assess whether it truly constitutes a safe haven for those who seek redemption under your protection.

This compromise seemed to assuage Charlie's disappointment, giving him an encouraging outlook for the future of his project. She couldn't hold back her joy and literally jumped with contentment, her eyes shining with excitement.

- You are serious ? Really ? She exclaimed, both surprised and delighted by the powerful overlord's proposal.

(y/n) nodded gently, a kind smile stretching her lips.

- Yes I am. If your hotel manages to offer a path to redemption, then some members of my family may feel drawn to that possibility. And as a worthy leader, it is my duty to help them as best I can. She declared with dignity, thus expressing her noble vision of responsibilities.

Charlie's eyes lit up even more, splashed with a mixture of admiration and gratitude.

- It's incredible ! Thank you so much, (y/n) ! You won't regret it, I promise ! She exclaimed, letting her gratitude and determination to make her project a success shine through.

Sensing Charlie's imminent departure, (y/n) smiled slightly, appreciating his enthusiasm and determination.

- I wish you good luck, princess. Do your best to save your hotel. She told him sincerely, recognizing the passion that animated the young woman.

Charlie, moved by these words, bowed respectfully to (y/n) like a fan to an idol.

- Thank you, thank you very much ! I will not disappoint you ! I will do everything to find a solution to save him, you will see ! She promised passionately before heading towards the exit, carrying with her a mixture of excitement and newfound enthusiasm, not caring if Alastor followed her or not.

Alastor remained still, staring at (y/n) with a mixture of interest and challenge in his glowing gaze. Taku, seeing that the conversation was coming to an end, turned to Alastor with a cold and bitter expression, suggesting in a scathing tone :

- It's time for you to go, demon. Your presence is no longer required.

But Alastor didn't seem to react to Taku's words, keeping his attention entirely focused on (y/n). He let out a little sarcastic laugh, before announcing in a quiet voice but full of innuendo :

- In fact, I intend to talk a little more with (y/n).

She turned her attention to him, with a neutral air, while he announced :

-And one-on-one this time.

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Author's note : Well, I guess there will be a part 3, right ? I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it, and that (y/n)'s character captivated you. Stay tuned for the next part !

[rainforestakiie]

AdamsApple Month Harvest!

Lingerie & Leather~

hi everyone! so this is a gift for @taradiddled! i hope you like it, it's short and sweet! i have wanted to write Ada for a while and i thought this would be the perfect surprise for you!

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Sighing to herself, Ada shifted, arching her back with a wince as the familiar burn settled across her spine from hours hunched over her desk. She ran her fingers over the delicate patterns on the parchment before her, her plush lips tilted into a crooked smile as she tilted her head thoughtfully. Her thick, cascading curls, a rich blend of chestnut and fiery auburn, spilled over her shoulder like a waterfall. In her long, slender fingers, she twirled a pencil, adding the smallest, most intricate details to her design. Her golden eyes, framed by long, lush lashes, shimmered with concentration, every flicker hinting at her meticulous focus.

A faint glimmer caught the soft glow of her reddish horns, which poked from the top of her head and gleamed with a golden sheen. Black, rose-like webbing wrapped around them, forming a crown she didn’t particularly enjoy wearing but wore nonetheless because Lucifer had insisted—no, begged—her to.

“Mama!” A small voice chirped from the doorway, drawing Ada’s gaze. She looked up just in time to see her little girl, Charlie, standing in the doorframe, one tiny foot fidgeting on the carpet.

“Mama?” Charlie’s voice was softer this time, eyes round and full of wonder.

Ada rolled her shoulders, a satisfying crack breaking the silence as she stood, setting down her pencil with a gentle sigh. She walked over to her daughter, her heels making a soft, padding sound against the plush carpet.

“Charlie, what are you doing up, sweetheart? You’re supposed to be in bed,” she said, a warm smile gracing her lips. “Where’s your father?”

Charlie scrunched her face, pouting with an adorable defiance that made Ada’s heart melt. “Papa fell asleep.”

“Oh, did he now?” Ada chuckled softly, scooping Charlie up and settling her on her hip.

In the warm lamplight, she could see how much her daughter resembled Lucifer, from the shimmer in her golden eyes to the faint blush of red on her cheeks. But that wild hair—that was all Ada. Dark brown and tinged with auburn, Charlie’s curls bounced as she wriggled, her little hands reaching to touch the delicate black roses on Ada’s horn-crown.

“Mama, your work is sooo pretty!” Charlie exclaimed, pointing to the papers scattered on Ada’s desk with a reverent "ooo."

Ada’s heart warmed, and she bounced Charlie slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to her daughter’s forehead.

“Thank you, baby,” she murmured, “But you’re much too young to understand it yet.”

“I can’t wait until I’m big like Mama!” Charlie pouted, snuggling into Ada’s neck, her small arms wrapped tightly around her.

Laughing softly, Ada carried her down the dimly lit corridor, her steps light but purposeful. She soon reached the twins’ bedroom, pausing in the doorway with an amused sigh.

The sight was too precious: nestled in the rocker between two small beds, Lucifer, the King of Hell himself, was fast asleep, his head tipped back against the chair. A children’s storybook rested on his lap, the pages crinkled where his large hand had relaxed against them. Snuggled into his chest, their son, Abel, was just as deeply asleep, his tiny hand clutching a handful of his father’s shirt.

Across the room, Charlie’s bed was a dreamy nest of pink and lavender, the curtains draping elegantly from the bedposts, while Abel’s was a cozy combination of blue and green, almost glowing in the low light.

Ada quietly tucked Charlie into her bed, pulling the lavender covers up to her chin and kissing her forehead. “Now, little one, it’s time for sleep. You can’t be up all night again, you hear me?”

Charlie made a small pout but rolled over, clutching her plush unicorn, her eyes already drooping. Ada brushed a curl from her face, smiling as her daughter settled in.

Turning her attention to Lucifer, Ada moved over to the rocker, watching his peaceful expression, a soft smile teasing the corner of her mouth. She leaned down, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, and whispered, “Luci, my love, it’s time to wake up.”

Lucifer stirred slightly, one eye cracking open, the golden hue catching the dim light in the room. He smiled drowsily, his voice rough with sleep as he murmured, “Mmm...I was just resting my eyes.”

“Oh, were you?” Ada teased, raising a brow as she folded her arms, her lips curving into an amused smile.

“Just giving the little prince here some company,” he mumbled, reaching up to rub his eyes before looking down at Abel, still snuggled against him, fast asleep. Lucifer’s gaze softened, and Ada felt her heart flutter at the rare gentleness in his eyes.

“Come on, sleepyhead,” Ada said softly, chuckling as she gently pried Abel from his father’s arms, tucking him into his own bed. She placed a kiss on her son’s golden hair, his little fingers still curled as if holding onto his father even in his dreams.

Straightening up, Ada extended a hand to Lucifer, who took it with a grin.

“You know, my dear queen,” he whispered, pulling her close and sliding his arm around her waist, “I think I could get used to this kind of work shift.”

He glanced back at the children, then met her gaze, his smile turning into something softer, deeper.

“Oh really?” Ada murmured, her eyes glinting as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Does the king of hell enjoy bedtime duty?”

“With you? Every single night,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Lucifer quietly closed the door behind them, casting a playful look in Ada's direction, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He raised his brows suggestively, giving her a grin as wicked as it was endearing.

"So...what do you say we make a little brother for Charlie and Abel?" His voice was a low murmur, full of humour and the promise of more.

Ada’s snort echoed softly in the hallway as she playfully swatted his shoulder.

“Or maybe a little sister?” she countered with a grin.

Lucifer’s grin only widened, his eyes dancing with laughter as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. With a light lift onto his hooved feet, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, a warm, lingering kiss that made her melt.

She sighed contentedly as they parted, though she shook her head with a gentle laugh. “I still have work to do today, Luci.”

He groaned, his pout almost comical as he raised an eyebrow. “Still? You’ve been at it all day.”

“Oh, please.” Ada chuckled, giving him a knowing smile as she raised a brow at him. “As the king of hell, you of all people should understand how demanding these jobs can be. I would’ve thought you’d appreciate it; with all those endless meetings you’re always complaining about.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, letting out a low groan.

“Don’t remind me,” he muttered, looking tortured. “They’re so incredibly stupid. How many times do I have to hear complaints about the temperature in the seventh circle?”

Ada laughed softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek, her lips brushing the soft warmth of his skin.

“Yes, but you still go, don’t you? Just as I still need to get my work done.” She softened her tone, looking up into his eyes. “It’s important to me.”

Sighing, Lucifer finally gave a reluctant nod, one hand sliding up to tuck a curl of hair behind her ear.

“Alright, alright. But please, don’t stay up all night.” His eyes softened as he added, “I don’t want to find you asleep at your desk again.”

Ada grinned, her eyes sparkling.

“But you’re always so sweet, carrying me to bed when you find me there,” she teased, leaning in with a soft smile.

Lucifer purred, his tail swishing with delight, wrapping around her waist as he gave her a warm, lopsided grin.

“Well, what can I say? I love you.” His voice softened on the last two words, his gaze holding a rare gentleness.

Ada pressed her lips to his, feeling his familiar warmth, his solid presence enveloping her. “I love you too,” she whispered back.

They stayed there in the quiet hallway, his arms wrapped tightly around her, and he whispered,

“You know, Ada, I’m so glad you chose me. All those years ago…back in Eden.” His voice held a note of reverence, of gratitude, and of something she knew he didn’t often let himself express.

Ada’s eyes softened, her fingers tracing over the line of his jaw.

“I’d always pick you, Luci. I jumped into Hell with you, after all,” she said, her voice warm and unwavering. “Even when the angels offered to ‘cleanse’ me, to take away everything I loved about you…I chose you.”

He pulled her closer, his eyes fierce and full of love, as if to remind her he’d never let her go.

“And you know I’d burn the whole of Eden down for you,” he murmured, his voice almost a growl.

With a smile that was equally fierce, Ada took his hand, squeezing it as they began to walk down the hallway together.

“Good. Because Eden was overrated anyway,” she teased, laughing as his fingers laced through hers, both of them content to walk this path together.

Lucifer walked her back to her office, his oversized duck-themed pyjamas drawing a smile from Ada every time she glanced at him. The pyjamas, an amusing blend of bright yellows and adorable little webbed feet printed across the fabric, softened his usually intense demeanour, making her heart squeeze. He’d chosen them for fun, but Ada knew he loved the comfort of them as much as she adored seeing him in them. She stopped just before the door, leaning up to give him a kiss that was both warm and lingering.

“Goodnight, my sweet duck,” she teased with a grin, which earned a deep chuckle from Lucifer as he ruffled her hair.

With one last affectionate glance, Ada slipped back into her office and shut the door behind her. The moment she was alone, a sigh escaped her lips, her golden eyes sweeping over the mannequins that filled the room. Each figure displayed a beautifully crafted piece of lingerie, made with as much care and vision as anything she had ever created. Ada’s office was alive with colour—delicate pastels, rich jewel tones, and bright, whimsical shades—each creation as unique as the women she made them for. She knew the impact they could have; she had watched firsthand as her lingerie brought a confidence and pride to those who’d once felt unworthy or hidden.

When Ada first arrived in Hell and saw how painfully self-conscious many of the female sinners were—both sinners and hellborn—she’d been moved to change that. She’d witnessed too many of them avoiding mirrors, ashamed of how they looked, sometimes even apologizing for simply existing in their own bodies. Many had told her how they couldn’t bear to undress in front of their lovers, hating the sight of their forms, whether human or altered in their fall.

One sinner in particular had looked at Ada with envy, her eyes sad as she whispered, “I wish I could look like you.”

It was then Ada’s mission had begun. She’d wanted to create something that could remind these women of their own beauty, their own worth, to bring pride and joy back to what they saw in the mirror. She’d poured her soul into her work, using every colour imaginable—soft pinks, regal purples, daring reds, and lively greens, each piece designed to flatter and embrace the body in a way that felt freeing and empowering. Her collections were crafted with every kind of fabric: delicate lace, soft netting, and ribbons, all styled to make a woman feel as beautiful as she truly was.

Ada’s work quickly gained traction, and soon even imps and hellborn women began to purchase her designs, each piece tailored to make them feel stunning in their own unique forms. Her heart swelled each time she heard someone say, “I feel beautiful in this,” or saw a sinner leave her shop standing a little taller, more radiant than before.

Stretching her arms above her head, Ada crossed her office, her gaze settling on her desk where her latest designs waited. Her eyes softened as she took them in. There were the softer, almost fairy-like pieces with pastel silks and lace, designed for those who wanted to feel delicate, like princesses. She loved the feminine elegance of these; they embodied a quiet beauty that she knew some sinners longed for. And yet, across her range, she also had bolder, darker pieces—black satin with intricate embroidery, exotic patterns that held a more sensual allure for those seeking confidence and strength.

But she wanted to create something for everyone.

Humming softly, Ada ran her fingers over the sketches and paintings sprawled across her desk, each one holding a piece of her heart and soul. Her golden eyes flickered up, glancing at the mannequins around her office, the silent figures draped in her finished designs. She moved towards one particular mannequin near the back of the room, hidden behind a curtain. She kept this piece out of view, especially when her little ones wandered in; while the others resembled elaborate swimsuits in their innocent eyes, this one was far too risqué for them.

She drew the curtain back with a slight hesitation, revealing a set made of black leather—different from anything else she’d crafted. This piece was bold, daring, its intricate design weaving leather straps with delicate metal accents. It had been a special request from a famous imp, someone Ada knew was popular among the hellborn, though she knew little about her other than her reputation as a popstar. Ada had accepted the commission, intrigued by the challenge, but as she looked at it now, she felt a pang of uncertainty. There was a fierceness to the set, a raw confidence she admired, but something about it didn’t yet feel complete.

Pushing her curls back from her face, Ada turned away from the hidden piece, deciding to take a break and focus on one of her more delicate creations. She walked over to a mannequin clothed in a pale blue lace set, complete with soft, frilled accents around the hips. This one was different—a more romantic piece, carefully crafted to flatter with elegance and subtle charm. Ada felt her lips curve into a smile as she gently removed it from the mannequin, running her fingers over the delicate lace and soft fabric.

She slipped out of her own clothes, carefully putting on the set, adjusting it with gentle fingers. When she was finished, she stepped in front of the full-length mirror, taking a deep breath as she examined her reflection. She turned, twisting to check every detail, every stitch and frill. The fabric hugged her frame, the lace settling softly against her skin, accentuating the natural curve of her waist and hips.

The pale blue complimented her auburn curls and golden eyes, and she felt a quiet pride at how well the design had turned out. It was simple but beautiful, a piece that could make anyone feel as delicate as a rose but as confident as a queen.

The soft pale blue lingerie fit her like a glove and hugged all the right curves. It was split into two sections, her chest appeared slightly too big for the top which meant Ada had to readjust it consciously, but the bottoms were beautiful.

Ada tapped her chin, “I think it needs stocking. Pretty netted ones, with ribbons around the thighs that connects to the frilly tutu sections~”

Ada turned in the mirror, noting small adjustments that could make the pale blue set even better. She wanted the frills around the hips to sit a bit higher, and the lace near the bust could use a touch more symmetry. Grabbing her black notebook, she scribbled down each idea in her elegant script, sketching tiny diagrams alongside her notes until she felt satisfied with her plan.

Carefully removing the blue set, she moved on to another piece she’d been eager to try on—a full-body set in pure white, designed to feel ethereal. She slipped it on, marvelling as the fabric settled against her skin, its soft glow illuminating the intricate lace patterns that travelled up her stomach to her chest in delicate, swirling frills. A ribbon held it all in place, tied gently at the back of her neck.

She turned around to inspect the ribbon work, sweeping her hair over her shoulder to check that the lace wasn’t pulling or threatening to unravel. It seemed just right, hugging her frame perfectly without any strain. Ada smiled to herself, a glint of mischief in her golden eyes.

“Maybe I should add wings,” she murmured, amused at the thought. “Make it a true ‘angel’ set.”

The idea made her chuckle. She imagined displaying it as the “Angel of Desire” set—innocent yet irresistible, a bit of celestial sweetness wrapped in temptation. In Hell, something angelic would practically fly off the shelves. The idea was a delightful irony: in a place filled with those who once craved heaven’s gates, her “angel” lingerie could give them a little piece of that dream. And if anyone could pull off such a tongue-in-cheek design, it was her.

Ada continued working through her designs, slipping into each lingerie set one by one and noting small details that needed adjustments. She made notes about lifting certain straps, adding extra lace along the hems, and sometimes simply noting how beautiful the piece felt when worn. Her black book was quickly filling with sketches, notes, and ideas as she moved with her usual focus and grace.

Eventually, her golden eyes landed on the leather set, still hidden behind the curtain. She pursed her lips, eyeing it warily. This piece was a bold departure from her usual style, with its dark leather straps and sleek metal accents, each detail crafted to exude power and edge. Despite her careful craftsmanship, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. Perhaps it was the lack of softness she typically infused into her designs, or maybe it just needed her personal touch.

Taking a deep breath, Ada approached the mannequin, placing her hands on her round hips and tilting her head thoughtfully as she studied it. She puffed out her chest a little, tapping her chin as she mused. Maybe…maybe she needed to see it on herself to understand it better. To feel if it could embody the kind of confidence she wanted her clients to experience.

Slowly, Ada removed the leather set from the mannequin, running her fingers over the material. It was soft yet structured, with a sleekness that was certainly different but not without its own allure. Piece by piece, she slipped into the set, adjusting each strap and clasp until it fit snugly around her curves. The leather hugged her frame in a way that was unapologetically bold, a fierce contrast to the lace and frills she was accustomed to.

Once fully dressed, she turned to the mirror, eyes widening slightly at her reflection. The dark leather emphasized her figure with a powerful edge, its sleek lines contrasting with her warm, golden eyes and wild, auburn curls. Ada couldn’t help but smile, her confidence growing as she adjusted a strap on her shoulder, taking in the look from every angle.

Her chest was too big for the leather lingerie, it squished her breasts together and made them look even bigger. Ada wiggled her nose; it was a little untasteful. She turned herself, looking at her behind and grumbled. The leather lingerie was pulling at her ass too tightly, her butt cheeks were falling out and there was nothing to cover it like her laced ones.

Huffing in frustration, Ada turned herself around to untie the leather piece, but her movements froze as a cold wave of panic washed over her. The straps were unforgiving, refusing to budge despite her best efforts. Her golden eyes widened in disbelief as she tugged harder, the leather clinging to her body like a second skin.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered, her heart racing as she pulled and twisted, but it was no use. It was like the set had been enchanted to stay on her forever.

Running her hands down her face, Ada paced around her office, feeling the walls close in on her. Her cheeks flushed, and she slid her hands through her hair in frustration, glancing towards the door with a crooked frown.

“Shit,” she muttered again, her mind racing. There was only one thing to do.

Shuffling her feet, she grabbed the curtain she used to hide the leather set and ripped it down in a fit of desperation. Wrapping it tightly around herself, she stepped up to the door, inhaling deeply as if bracing for battle. She hoped no servants in the mansion would catch a glimpse of her ridiculous predicament. Pulling the curtain even tighter around her, she stepped out into the cool corridor and speed-walked towards her and Lucifer’s shared bedroom chamber.

Keeping her eyes on the floor, Ada hurried along, her cheeks growing warmer as she caught sight of a few startled servants.

“Why?” she whined to herself, her pace quickening into a sprint. “I knew I shouldn’t have touched this damn set!”

With a burst of energy, she flung open the door to their chamber, slamming it shut behind her. At that moment, Lucifer looked up from where he was sprawled on their queen-sized bed, a mix of curiosity and concern on his face, eyebrows raised.

“Ada, love, what’s wrong?”

He lay on his stomach, legs kicking playfully in the air as he read a magazine, his golden curls falling into his eyes. Ada stepped toward the bed, her face turning a deeper shade of crimson as she caught sight of what he was looking at.

“Really?” she asked, her voice a mix of incredulity and embarrassment.

Lucifer smiled brightly, the kind of smile that made her heart flutter, even in her mortification.

“You look beautiful,” he said, glancing back at the magazine and holding it up proudly. “You look beautiful in all of them.”

It was her latest issue featuring her lingerie line, where she had stepped in as the model when the original had gotten sick.

“You’re so embarrassing,” Ada groaned, her hands covering her face in a futile attempt to hide.

Lucifer let out a hearty laugh, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked back at the photos., “I’m gonna keep these.”

“Lucifer, this is not the time!” she exclaimed, a mix of laughter and exasperation bubbling up inside her. She wobbled slightly as she tried to keep the curtain wrapped securely around her. “I need your help! I’m stuck in this thing!”

The impish grin on his face shifted into a more serious look, and he sat up on the bed. “What do you mean, stuck?”

“I can’t get it off!” Ada admitted, her voice tinged with desperation. “You have to help me.”

Lucifer rose from the bed, his expression now a blend of concern and amusement. “Alright, let’s see what we can do, my little fashionista.”

Ada tightened the curtain around herself, her face heating to the point where she could almost feel steam rising from the top of her head. She puffed out her cheeks and gave him a warning look. “Don’t you dare laugh.”

Lucifer beamed sweetly, standing before his wife, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Of course not. I wouldn’t dare laugh at the love of my life.”

Ada stared into his demonic eyes, a mixture of frustration and affection swirling within her. She relaxed her grip on the curtain, slowly opening it to reveal the leather lingerie set she had tried on and gotten stuck in.

Lucifer’s eyes widened, his face growing a delightful shade of pink, his gaze becoming glassy and hooded. There was no laughter—thankfully—but he looked as if his mind had short-circuited.

“Um, Luci?” Ada blinked, waving a hand in front of his face. “You still in there?”

Lucifer jumped, blinking furiously as if waking from a dream. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Sorry, um, did you say you were stuck in th-that?”

Ada nodded, a smirk playing at her lips. “Yes, my chest’s too big for it, and my hips are too round.”

He made a strangled sound from the back of his throat, his gaze flitting over her figure. “You still look beautiful.”

Ada laughed, the sound bubbling up like champagne. “You think I’m beautiful in whatever.”

Lucifer grinned, his charm unshaken. “Well, it’s true. Anyway, for me to, er, get it off... I...”

Ada clicked her tongue, a playful glint in her golden eyes. “Rip it. I don’t care.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened in shock. “What? Really? But you worked so hard on it!”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “I hate it. I’m going to make a new one.”

His expression turned blank for a moment before he suddenly knelt before her, his clawed hands pressed together in a gesture of supplication.

“Um, Luci? What are you doing?” Ada asked, confusion knitting her brow as her golden eyes grew large and round.

“I’m praying,” Lucifer made a soft sound, a mix between a hum and a prayer. “Give me a moment.”

Ada stifled a laugh, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Praying? For what? You’re the devil, aren’t you?”

His face darkened in a comically exaggerated manner, and his lips curled into a wide, sharp-toothed grin. In the blink of an eye, his eyes glowed a fierce blood red, horns erupted from the top of his head, and his demonic wings unfurled, bursting forth with hellfire that fizzled around him like a living aura of mischief and power.

Ada burst into laughter, clutching the curtain tighter around her. “You like the idea that much?”

He winked at her, his grin widening. “A bit of destruction has its charm. Besides, it’s not every day I get to rescue my beautiful wife from a fashion disaster.”

“More like causing one,” she teased, shaking her head as she tried to regain her composure. “But alright, let’s do it!”

With a theatrical flourish, Lucifer brandished his claws, his playful demeanour making the moment feel like a grand performance. “On the count of three, then!”

“One... two... three!”

With a swift motion, he pounced.

Later that night, the flickering candlelight cast soft shadows across their luxurious queen-sized bed, the remains of the curtain and leather lingerie strewn haphazardly around the chamber, remnants of their earlier chaos. Ada and Lucifer lay curled together, the warmth of their bodies creating a cocoon of comfort. She hummed softly, a gentle melody that intertwined with the soft rustle of sheets, while Lucifer absentmindedly played with her hair, weaving his fingers through the long, thick curls that shimmered like molten gold and copper in the dim light.

“Luci?” she began sweetly, her voice a soft lilt that pulled his attention away from the strands of hair in his hands.

Lucifer hummed in acknowledgment, his red and gold eyes shimmering with curiosity.

“I should probably tell you, but I’m five weeks pregnant,” Ada confessed, a teasing grin creeping onto her lips.

In an instant, Lucifer froze. His eyes widened in disbelief, the shock transforming into something brighter, almost ethereal. He grabbed Ada by the shoulders, gently yet firmly, moving her so they were sitting up together, his expression a blend of hope and excitement.

“You’re what?” he gasped, the words tumbling from his lips in a breathless rush. “You’re not messing with me, are you?”

Ada shook her head, her grin widening. “Of course not. I’m being serious. I’m pregnant again.”

Lucifer gasped in surprise, his face lighting up with joy. Without a second thought, he pulled her into a tight embrace, his warm purr reverberating in his chest as he buried his face in her neck.

“Oh, Ada! I’m so happy!” he exclaimed, the joy in his voice like a melody of its own.

Ada giggled, squeezing him back just as tightly.

“This time, it better be one baby and not twins,” she teased, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

Lucifer’s expression shifted to one of playful contemplation, his lips curving into a cheeky grin. “But think of all the fun we could have with twins again! Double the chaos, double the love!”

“Luci, we already have a toddler and a pair of twins!” Ada laughed, her cheeks flushing with affection. “One baby would be a nice change of pace.”

“Alright, alright,” he conceded, his fingers still gently tracing patterns on her arm. “But can you blame me for wanting a little bit of mayhem? I mean, look at our family; we’re practically the poster children for adorable chaos.”

Ada rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips betrayed her. “Fair point. And who knows? Maybe we’ll have a little boy this time,” she mused, leaning into him as she relaxed against the pillows. “I wouldn’t mind having another mini-Lucifer running around.”

Lucifer's eyes sparkled with excitement, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Or a little girl who’s just as fierce as her mother. Can you imagine? She’d have both your fire and my charm.”

Ada’s heart swelled at the thought. “A little princess who can scare off all the other suitors with just a glare,” she said, laughter dancing in her voice.

“Exactly! And don’t forget the rose thorns,” he added with a cheeky wink. “That way, no one would dare come close.”

The playful banter filled the room with warmth, the love between them a tangible thread weaving their hearts together.

“Promise me one thing?” Ada said, her voice suddenly serious yet tender.

“Anything,” Lucifer replied, his tone earnest as he held her gaze.

“Promise that no matter how many babies we have, we’ll always find time for each other, for us.”

Lucifer’s expression softened, his heart swelling with love for her. “I promise, Ada. You and I are the heart of this family. No matter how many little ones we welcome, you will always be my first love, my anchor.”

She smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly, a whisper of warmth that lingered on their lips. The world outside their chamber faded away, leaving just the two of them—two souls intertwined in the beautiful chaos of love, family, and the promise of a new life blossoming between them.

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 1- Leather and Letters- Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?

Warning: Cursing, angst, injuries

The air was sweet as you stepped out of your chambers, a gentle breeze brushing against your legs and sending a shiver down your spine. The place you've called home for the past six years was eerily quiet, not even your younger brothers were awake in these early morning hours. Normally, the songs of dragons would awaken you, but on this particular morning, the silence was unnerving.

The corridor echoed with each step you took, the faint sound of your dress grazing the floor causing your fingers to clench the fabric. You finally heard the soft murmur of your mother, Rhaenyra, speaking in Valyrian.

As if she sensed your approach, her voice hushed, waiting for you to open the large wooden door to the viewing room. A sense of curiosity overcame you as you wondered if someone else was in there with her. Your hand brushed the ridged doorknob, twisting it gently, as if you intended to surprise her. You could hear her mumbling in Valyrian.

You pushed open the heavy door, a rush of cold air meeting your face. Rhaenyra stood beside a massive wooden desk, engrossed in reading a parchment.

"Skoros iksos sīr secret ao līs whisper se ȳzaldrīzes isse nonnative ēngos?" What is so secret that you must whisper and speak in a nonnative tongue? Your lips curled upwards as you noticed her jump at the sound of your voice. She was dressed in a deep red gown with black accents around the skirts and collar, her hair elegantly braided on her head, creating a crown-like effect.

"Gōntan nyke wake ao, tala?" Did I wake you, daughter? Her voice was soft and genuinely concerned.

You quickly shook your head, your smile softening as your hair cascaded over your shoulders. "Daor. Nyke istan worried everyone ēdan geptot issa." No, I was worried that everyone had left me. It was a genuine fear that occasionally plagued you, which caused you wake in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat, fearing your family had disappeared. You kept your head down, lacing your fingers together, trying to ignore Rhaenyra's gaze.

"Your Valyrian has improved significantly. It is good for the future heir to the Iron Throne to know the ancient language." You were lost in your thoughts, not realizing that Rhaenyra had approached you, gently taking your hands in hers. Her smile was warm and comforting, knowing the challenges you faced as the eldest daughter, with high expectations from everyone in the court and beyond.

"Mother, you have not named an heir yet," your smile faltered. "The last I heard; Grandsire has been in good health. Why discuss such politics?"

Your mother's eyes softened, and her smile waned ever so slightly, a change so subtle that only you would notice. Her hands left yours suddenly, and she held your face in a surprising manner. "You're right, my love. Let's have breakfast."

She guided you out of the room, but you couldn't help but steal a glance back at the parchment left on the desk, a raven perched beside it. You were about to voice your concerns, but by then, you were already walking down the hall, entranced by the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen.

Entering the dining room, a long wooden table stretched from wall to wall, a fireplace at the far end of the room warming your cold hands. The curtains were drawn, allowing natural light to filter through the windows, while candles on the table illuminated the carefully set place settings by the handmaidens.

The cook's assistants hurried around, bearing plates of various meats, such as bacon, pork, and sausage, alongside bowls of porridge and poached eggs. The meal was complemented with cheese and bread. The table's centerpiece featured a colorful array of fruits, and you couldn't resist plucking a grape from its vine.

Your stomach rumbled in anticipation as they finished and bowed to your mother, then to you. You wanted to sit down and devour everything in sight, leaving nothing behind, but you waited for your brothers to join you, wherever they might be.

"It's best that you allow your handmaidens to assist you with dressing," Rhaenyra began, "and perhaps let them brush your hair."

She did not glance in your direction, already seated and waiting for her sons. You looked down at your dress, a simple blue gown adorned with gold embroidery, resembling tree leaves, you thought. Your hand instinctively went to your hair next, where knots had formed at the nape, although your mother couldn't see it beneath the cascade of waves falling to your waist. Your hair was brown, but a streak of white at the front of your hairline framed your face like an artist's touch.

"I can manage on my own. I am not a child; I am seventeen years of age, soon to be eight-"

Your words were abruptly cut off as you saw disappointment in your mother's eyes. "Exactly. You are a woman grown, yet you dress and act like a child."

Biting your lip, you tried to hold back hurtful words. "If you didn't make me leave, I would be a properly educated woman like you want!" Rhaenyra remained silent, her expression reflecting her sadness.

Footsteps echoed as your brothers entered the room. Jacaerys and Lucerys walked in silently, their hair in disarray, and their clothes looking unkempt. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at your mother, but she smiled slightly, conceding defeat. You were well aware of how you were treated differently; your brothers could do whatever they pleased, say anything they want, fuck whoever they want, while you, a lady, were constantly reminded of what not to do, what not to wear, and how not to speak. It was fucking annoying.

"Good morning, Y/N!" Luke greeted you with a smile as he took a seat next to Rhaenyra. He reached for the mead, but she swiftly pushed it out of his reach.

"Good morning, Luke, Jace. Finally, you've awakened." You tried to suppress your anger, but, in an instant, your previously hungry stomach felt completely satisfied. Nonetheless, you loaded your plate with bacon and eggs, deftly taking most of the fruit before Jace could protest.

"Where is Daemon?" Luke asked, looking around with a fork halfway to his mouth.

All eyes turned to your mother, who cleared her throat awkwardly. "He is... not here. He will be back before nightfall."

Luke nodded and continued with his meal, hummed appreciatively as he took another bite. Jace, on the other hand, nearly ignored his utensils entirely, and your mother had to intervene with a stern, "Jace."

The cries of your younger brothers could be heard as Joffrey ran into the room, with a wet nurse following close behind. "Ma, Aegon and Viserys won't drink their milk, they just cry."

A chuckle escaped your lips as Joffrey described the morning ordeal with the infants. Rhaenyra tried to explain that they didn't yet understand the timing of their meals, still being quite young.

"Come, Joffrey," You pulled out a chair with your foot, earning a disapproving look from your mother. "I'll make you a plate."

Joffrey eagerly hopped around the table and climbed into the chair. You filled his plate with fruits, porridge, and bacon, although he protested about the eggs, which he didn't like.

Seeing the heartwarming sight, your mother offered a gentle comment, "You would be a beautiful mother."

It was barely a whisper, but it caught your attention. "May I be excused? I would like to fly Lyrax; he has been quite stubborn of late."

Silence filled the room as Rhaenyra nodded, and you quickly left, heading towards the door.

Dressed in your riding leathers, you hadn't taken more than a few steps before someone called your name.

"Y/N!" Turning around, your brother raced after you. "Wait!"

You slowed your pace as you continued weaving your hair into a braid, "What is it, Jace?"

His steps quickened, and he finally caught up to you. "Mother wants me to recite the Targaryen lineage... in Valyrian."

"What does that have to do with me?" You laughed as you finished your braid, noticing his softening expression. "When I get back, I will help."

Jace spun you around, wrapping his arms around you. "Thank you for this, sister!"

You nodded and made your way to the "Dragon Pit." It wasn't as grand as the one in King's Landing, but it served its purpose in keeping your dragon safe. "Lyrax! Māzigon naejot issa, Lyrax," you called. His cooing and heavy steps greeted you as he approached. His scales were white and light gray, resembling the moon, with eyes a shade darker than black.

"Sȳz, Lyrax. Ivestragī īlva sōvegon." Good, let's fly. He lowered himself so you could mount, and you grabbed the reins. "Sōvegon."

Lyrax took a running start, leaping into the air and spreading his wings. The wind whipped through your hair as you gripped the reins with leathered gloves. He soared beyond the clouds, gliding with outstretched wings.

There was one word in Valyrian that you had always wanted to command Lyrax with, something your mother would kill you for and feed your remains to Syrax.

"Dracarys!"

Your voice echoed as you felt the vibrations from your dragon's throat, spitting a ball of fire. Unknowingly in awe, you found yourself heading too close to the flames, the heat burning your leather, but you didn't mind. You held your hand in the fire until Lyrax descended.

Taking a breath, you looked back at the puff of smoke. "Good boy, Lyrax." You were surprised to find that your leather had melted off, and your skin was singed but not blistered. It felt similar to sitting too close to a fire in the winter, leaving your skin hot but not scalded.

When you landed, you gave Lyrax one last hug before he went to feed, and you tended to your hand. To your amazement, it was as if nothing had happened, despite your expectations of blistered skin.

As you walked up the dirt and stone pathway, you noticed Daemon waiting. "Mother said you would be back by nightfall."

He smirked. "Nyke istan, yn nyke kesīr sir." I was, but I'm here now.

You bowed your head and said, "Indeed, lead the way."

Daemon's smirk made your skin crawl, and your hatred for him boiled within you. You missed your father, Laenor, who used to take you on walks around King's Landing, singing songs and teaching you dances. He was full of life, whereas Daemon was devoid of joy.

Entering the drawing room, you heard Valyrian as you noticed Jace and your mother. He looked up from the table, his hands propped up against the edge, giving you a dirty look.

"Tell me, who was Aegon Targaryen?" She inquired, a smirk forming in the corners of her mouth as she watched her son struggle.

"Aegon nyke..." He began, but the pronunciation proved challenging. "Aegon nyke istan..."

"Aegon nyke istan se ēlī targārien naejot conquer se unite se sīkuda dārȳti hen vesteros. Ziry rode se zaldrīzes balerion se zōbrie dread. Zȳhon reign marked se beginning hen targārien dynasty isse vesteros," you offered, unable to witness your brother's struggle any longer. Aegon I was the first Targaryen to conquer and unite the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. He rode the dragon Balerion the Black Dread, and his reign marked the beginning of the Targaryen dynasty in Westeros.

Your words caused Daemon to chuckle, and you earned a sympathetic sigh from Rhaenyra. "How else is Jace going to learn if you do it for him?"

You removed the other leather glove with a sigh. "My apologies, dear brother. Please continue." Jace cracked a smile at you as you took a seat nearby. He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but your mother interrupted.

"Actually, I have to inform you both of something important..."

You sat up attentively. "Would you like me to fetch Luke?"

She raised her hand to stop you. "No, it will be quick. I have received a letter. It's from... the Queen."

You sprang from your seat, and Jace moved closer to you. "Is Grandsire all right?"

Rhaenyra put an end to your questions, saying, "He is fine." You scanned the room, trying to grasp the issue. "Then what, mother?"

She gritted her teeth. "She wants you to be in court. She wants us all home." You noticed her voice quiver with emotion. Daemon had an amused smirk as he observed your perplexed expressions.

"Back to King's Landing? After all these years?" Jace's voice held bewilderment, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

"The Queen is a woman that no one can understand, her reasoning for many things is questionable. Mother, when do we leave?" You couldn't hide your excitement, finally escaping this dreaded isle and returning to what you considered home - your true home.

"Tomorrow at daybreak." Your mother's decision to leave made sense, which explained Daemon's presence now, and why he remained silent, akin to a snake.

You were ready to rush out the door to start packing, but Jace's voice shook. "Are they going to be civil?" It didn't take long for you to connect the dots; the question was about your uncles. The last time you were all in King's Landing, there was an incident, and someone lost an eye...

"Jace... I..." Your mother was at a loss for words, an unusual occurrence, but Jace had no intention of listening to whatever she might have said as he rushed past everyone and into the hall. You wanted to say something, but first, you needed to console your brother.

"Jace! Brother!" You raced after him, the sound of your boots clicking with each step. He paused for a moment, turned around, his fists clenched, and his lips pressed tightly together.

"Dear brother, do not let the past weigh you down. Perhaps they have matured? Maybe they are now men grown..." Your statement turned from a question to a plea. The last time you saw your uncles, they were calling you all... bastards.

"You have too much faith in them, sister. You always try to see the better in people," Jace said with a smile, lifting his hand to your face.

Yes, your optimism might well be your downfall.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Dethrone - Chapter 10

Summary: Their betrothal is announced at court and they discuss their thoughts and plans on how to go about the ascension. First stop on the tour is Storms End and Aemond can barely control his temper with a useless Lord Borros. Aemond tries to keep his composure around his needy betrothed.

Warnings: 18+, bathing together, oral(f receiving), fingering, nudity, thigh riding, half of a handjob, swearing, mention of murder, political plotting?

Authors Note: I’m going to lock in on this fic and start editing it quicker (i say this to myself everyday 😵‍💫), he looked so good in ep 4 it’s crazy

Word Count: 4.5k ?

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“Princess, I have your dress!” Kaenna calls from the other side of the door, knocking waking me and Aemond.

“One moment!” I reply falling out of the bed as the sheets tangle my legs.

“Princess?” Kaenna asks worriedly.

“Kaenna please give me a moment! I’m putting a robe on!” I call out rising from the ground to see a smirking Aemond.

“Into the tunnels now!” I whisper pointing at the entrance.

Aemond chuckles and grabs his pants putting them on with haste. I have my robe on and approach the door. I wave at Aemond telling him to hurry up before Kaenna gets too curious. Aemond is shutting the door to the tunnels as I open the main one.

“I’m sorry, I’ve slept in.” I say yawning pulling the door shut behind her.

Kaenna brushes past me and makes her way into my chambers. She’s holding a gown bag and hangs it up near my wardrobe. She takes in the messy state of my room and looks at me knowingly.

“How long has he been staying in here with you?” Kaenna asks crossing her arms.

“What are you talking about?” I ask brushing her off walking over to the gown bag.

“Aemond. That’s his jacket. Is it not?” Kaenna points to a jacket that is indeed Aemonds.

“He left it here last night.” I reply flatly not trying to give anything away.

“Hm.” she eyes me suspiciously. “I found a seamstress who was able to make your vision come to life.” she opens up the gown bag showing me the work of art.

“It’s absolutely breathtaking and exactly what I wanted.” I say in awe of the beautiful gown in front of me.

The gown itself is a dark blue it’s almost black. It has two twin black dragons coming down over the shoulder. They both create a plunging neckline and meet in the center. The sleeves come to a point and has a loop that wraps around my middle fingers. The dress clings to my body, yet flows elegantly around me.

Kaenna helps me put the gown on and it fits perfectly. She brings out a box and hands it to me. I open it and inside is a beautiful sapphire necklace that she helps place around my neck. She braids a small crown on my head but leaves the rest of my hair cascading down my back.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” Kaenna smiles at me affectionately.

“Thank you.” I smile hugging her tightly.

“Do you want me to pick up your chambers while you’re at court? Or will I find other items that belong to Aemond?” she asks raising an eyebrow.

“If you could, I would appreciate it.” I say with tinted cheeks. “You most likely will find more of Aemonds belongings here.” I say truthfully as I head towards the door.

I open the doors and Aemond is standing outside of them waiting for me. He’s at a loss for words as he takes in my gown. He stalks around me like a predator circling his prey and hums in appreciation.

“You look absolutely divine, my Queen.” he dips his head down to whisper in my ear offering small kisses. “May I escort you to court?” he pulls back and offers me his hand which I accept.

We walk down to the throne room in no rush, relishing in each other’s company. People are still making their way into the hall as we turn the corner. I’ve never considered who I’m to stand with at court. I’m suddenly overcome with nerves and anxiety over what to expect and what could be expected of me today at court.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Aemond asks softly before we enter the hall.

“Who do I stand with? Do I have to go by them? Is it intrusive if I stand with you? Do we stand alone together? I should’ve been asking you more questions about court and-“ he cuts me off from spiraling even further.

“Stand with me and it matters not who we stand by.” he turns me so I’m facing him. “We are just having our betrothal announced to the council and the public who attend. We have nothing to say or do. I would never allow you to make a fool of yourself.” Aemond reassures me putting his hands on my shoulders and smiling softly to me.

“Thank you.” I look up at him appreciatively.

We walk in together and stand next to Alicent with our heads held high. I can feel Jace and Luke staring at me as I stand with the family members that they despise. The murmuring in the hall comes to a close as Viserys is announced and walks up the throne. He sits down and declares the floor open.

I quickly find out how dull court is. Hearing everyone drone on is making me tired. I fidget with my fingers trying to find a way to stay awake and alert. Finally I hear Viserys begin to make our announcement.

“Our lost princess has found love with my son, Aemond. They are to be wed after their tour to celebrate with the realm.” Viserys announces joyously causing a rush of cheers and scattered whispers to go through the hall.

I feel eyes on me from all over the room and I step closer to Aemond. This tour is news to me, although I’m quite excited to explore with Aemond. Celebrating with the realm will allow us a great opportunity to make the connections needed for ascension. Viserys stands and dismisses us as he leaves the hall.

“Did you plan that?” I ask looking up at Aemond.

“You said you wanted to fly and see the great house atop Vaelys. If you don’t want to we can cancel.” he says worried, searching my eyes thinking he made a mistake.

“No no! I would love to see the great houses at your side.” I beam up at him, unable to contain my excitement.

“Congrats brother.” Aegon booms slapping Aemond on the shoulder. “You’ll finally have somewhere to stick it besides your fist.” His words cause me to frown knowing how much they’ll affect Aemond.

I tug Aemond away from Aegon to avoid the fight that was bound to happen. Ser Criston comes up to us as we’re leaving and says Alicent would like to speak to us in her chambers. He leads us up there in silence and offers his congratulations as he opens the door for us.

“Congratulations!” Alicent coos pulling me into a hug first and then Aemond. “You two make such a beautiful couple.” she says sincerely taking us in as her smile broadens.

“Thank you mother.” Aemond replies hushed trying to hide his blush.

“Look at you!” Alicent quips. “I’ve never seen you so shy and bashful before my son!” she laughs as she goes to lounge on a chair.

“Mother,” Aemond groans rubbing his face.

“Hush now,” Alicent motions us to join her sitting. “You both will leave out on the tour in two days time. You’ll be visiting most of the great houses in hopes to make connections. I will not have you visit Runestone if you don’t wish it. You may if you want, but it is completely up to you. Overall, I’m anticipating this tour lasting around three turns of the moon.” Alicent begins filling in some of the details we were unsure of.

“Three turns of the moon?” Aemond asks as I raise my eyebrows at how great that length of time is for us to be traveling alone.

“Indeed my love.” Alicent says nodding. “It will end on Dragonstone with a traditional Valyrian wedding ceremony to unite you two in the old ways. This is a major opportunity for you both to create strong alliances and make dear friends. Invite nobles of high standing to the ceremony so many can bear witness.” my brain begins to calculate if she knows our plans due to her choice of words.

“I’m blown away by your generosity and planning Alicent.” I smile warmly at her trying to assess her body language.

“Thank you, Princess. If you both do well this may help set other plans in motion quicker than expected.” Alicent says giving us a pointed look.

I can’t help my eyebrows scrunching together at her words. I’m quick to change my expression and offer her a smile once more. What plans could she be possibly talking about? I look over to Aemond curiously as he smiles and pulls me closer to him. Alicent fills us in a few more details and dismisses us shortly after. Aemond escorts me out of her chambers and down the hall.

“This dress is absolutely breathtaking.” Aemond leans down to whisper in my ear.

“What plans was she speaking of?” I inquire raising my eyebrow, still not able to shake that conversation out of my head.

“What do you think, Your Grace?” Aemond asks playfully.

“You have told her of our plans to ascend the throne?” I hurriedly whisper. Has he not thought to discuss telling Alicent with me? I calm my voice and my temper and look to him expectantly.

“Of course. We would make much better rulers, no?” Aemond cocks his head to the side.

“Come,” I say pulling his hand. “This is no place for this discussion.” I say leading us to my chambers.

When we enter my chambers I’m relieved Kaenna has managed to clean up our mess. I see a pile of Aemonds clothes neatly folded on a chair with a note on top.

“Lie to me again princess and I’ll ground you like I used to. These are far too many clothes to simply be “left” here. - Kaenna, who raised you.”

I toss the note back onto the pile of clothes and let out a long exhale. So now Kaenna is going to lecture me the next time she sees me. I wonder how she’ll take the news of me and Aemond traveling the realm alone. I turn to Aemond and wait for him to start explaining himself.

“What are these plans that you’ve discussed with your mother then?” I ask crossing my arms, voice slightly clipped.

“I’m assuming they’re similar to the ones you were planning out the other morning on your own.” he hums sprawling back on my chase lazily.

“Enlighten me.” I say claiming the chair across him throwing my legs up on the table.

“Time out the right deaths and disappearances and we’ll have a clear path to our coronation.” Aemond says leaning back and studying me.

“Beginning with Aegons disappearance?” I cock my head watching his emotions.

“Indeed.” a smile begins to form on his face.

“Then Helaena and their children’s disappearance.” I add starting to go down my mental list that I’ve been forming.

“Mm, I hadn’t thought of that.” Aemond raises his eyebrow smiling at me.

“Which is why this conversation should have happened between us first. This is our future. I like having your mother as an ally and supporter but we should have spoken to her together.” I know my anger is seeping through my words and I don’t intend them to be so stern.

“I did not mean to undermine you. From this moment further it will just be us discussing these plans.” he says looking to me.

“Thank you.” I smile softly.

We continue planning and moving events along a timeline. Speaking this aloud and making plans to actually seize the throne captures my breath for a moment. I have never been able to actively make plans to make my dream finally come true. I smile finally feeling some sense of purpose having all of the pieces fall into place.

“We will have a clear path to coronation with these plans. This tour will be a great tool for us to ensure it’s smooth.” he hums offering me insight to his ideas as well.

“I would still like to be able to enjoy this tour.” I won’t miss this opportunity to see new things that I’ve only been able to read about.

“Of course, my love. We shall see it all and do whatever pleases you. They are celebrating us. We get to decide when we want to have advantageous conversations.” he assures nodding his head.

“There hasn’t been a royal tour in a while, we must make a good impression.” I think out loud.

“Everyone will love you and you won’t even have to try.” Aemond hums. “And we’re bringing our dragons, they’ll have no choice but to love us.” he chuckles lowly.

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The past day and a half has been chaotic as everyone is preparing Aemond and I, along with both of our dragons, to go on a tour. Gowns are made in haste so I can wear a new one at each house I visit. Kaenna helps pack my trunks for me all the while giving me a stern talking to about sharing chambers with Aemond before we are wed. She relents about the sleeping situation when it comes to the tour and makes Aemond swear to her I won’t be out of his sight.

“Of course. I promise no harm will come to her.” Aemond swears bowing his head.

I say a final goodbye to Kaenna before we exit our chambers. We walk slowly through the streets taking in Kings Landing before we’re gone for three moons. Once we reach our dragons, Alicent and Daemon come into view. They’re standing awkwardly by each other and look uncomfortable in each others presence.

“I expect you both to be on your best behavior and to show off the strength of this house. Make friends, but stay aware of your surroundings. Stay with each other and you both will be safe, I know this.” Alicent says grabbing our hands and squeezing them.

“Don’t make a fool of yourself and in turn make a fool out of me.” Daemon offers no other words and simply leaves.

“Tonight you will dine at Storms End and enjoy the Stormlands for the next week. Do your best to make allies and please take care of each other.” Alicent smiles softly.

“We will be fine mother.” he hums smiling down at me.

Alicent pulls us into one last hug and waves to us as she leaves. Aemond checks to make sure our bags have been secured. What we can’t carry on dragonback we have being sent to the houses to await our arrival. When he’s satisfied that everything is tied down and packed he walks over to me. He pulls me into a fierce kiss as I mold to his body.

“Let’s start our conquest, my Queen.” Aemond kisses my neck as he pulls back.

We mount our dragons and enter the skies. My hair whips wildly around me as I lean my body to adjust to our angle. Vaelys slips into a leisurely glide meeting Vhagar.

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We approach the Storms End in the late afternoon and begin lowering down to an empty patch of stone. Vhagar lands first as Vaelys circles the castle before landing next to her. Aemond and I collect our bags to bring down from our dragons and place them on the ground.

“Allow us!” a servant appears with a couple more trailing behind of him.

“Thank you.” I reply warmly offering them a smile.

They bow their heads in response and bring our bags into the castle. Aemond and I slowly walk into the main hall hand in hand. I’m blown away by the architecture of the halls and can’t stop myself from looking around and taking it all in.

“Wait until you see the other houses.” Aemond says casually, unimpressed almost.

“I can’t wait to see them all.” I say turning to him smiling. “Where are we going?” I ask realizing I’ve just been following him as we walk the halls.

“No idea. If we would’ve been greeted when we arrived, we would probably be in our chambers by now.” Aemond says slightly annoyed.

“My Prince! My Princess!” a voice calls from behind.

“Who might you be?” Aemond raises an eyebrow at what appears to be another servant.

“Lord Borros’ advisor. I’m here to escort you to him.” he says ushering us his way.

“Were we not important enough to merit a proper welcome?” Aemond says squinting his eye.

“Curious, I was thinking the same thing.” I agree cocking my head.

“I apologize for any dis-“ he’s cut off.

“I will hear it from Lord Borros himself.” Aemond silences him as we finally approaching him.

The servant leads us to the main hall and we’re greeted by Lord Borros lounging in his house seat. When he finally deigns to acknowledge us he sits there expectantly staring at us.

I know we are supposed to try our best to create alliances but this man is acting foul and I don’t necessarily think I would care for him as an ally. When I turn to look at Aemond he seems to be mirroring my sentiment.

“Good afternoon, Lord Borros. Thank you for hosting us, you have a beautiful home.” I politely smile trying to break the tension.

“It’s my honor.” he responds as if he couldn’t care less. He looks us over and then turns back to his servants. He continues to ignore us and I can feel my temper rising to match Aemonds next to me.

“Then I’m sure you’ll be absolutely bereft to hear we will only be staying for 2 nights instead of a week.” he finishes surprising me with the drastic change in time spent here.

“Terribly sorry to hear that.” Lord Borros tosses out at us. “My servant will show you to your chambers. Dinner will be at 7.” he finishes waving a hand towards us in dismissal.

The anger radiates off of both of us and I can see the terror it’s causing in the servant who’s leading us to our chambers. He lets us know our bags have been brought up and to simply ask if we need anything. I thank him sincerely before I shut the door.

“I think we should leave here now. That man won’t be won over with dinners.” Aemonds anger is still radiating off of him.

“I think we should try and stay for the two nights. Not for him, for me. I wish to look around and explore.” I turn to him hopeful eyes.

“Of course. I would not rob you of that.” He rises and walks to me taking my hand in his. “You deserve to be treated better than this and I’m disgusted with that beast of a Lord.” his temper starts to rise again.

“We have time before dinner to decompress. Come, lay with me.” I take his hand and lead us to the bed in hopes of simmering down.

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The dinner went exactly as expected and I had to talk Aemond out of having us leave immediately after. I don’t expect a warmer greeting in town but I still wish to see this part of the continent. We’ve sent word to Sunspear that we will be arriving earlier than expected and are awaiting their reply in the morning.

“My king,” I whisper into Aemonds ear. “when we rule we can have him replaced if he remains a problem. He’s nothing.” I smile as I kiss his neck.

“You’re ruthless.” he chuckles as his hands start to untie my dress.

We walk to our bathing chambers in a tangle of rushed kisses and flying clothes. We’re both breathing heavily as we reach the large tub filled with hot water. A blush rises to my cheeks as I fully take in his naked body for the first time.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Aemond growls lowly guiding me backwards towards the tub.

“You’re beautiful.” I breathe out looking up at him through my lashes reaching out to touch him.

“In the tub.” he shakes his head mischievously and backs me up to the edge of the tub.

I pout and slowly sink into the water as Aemond rummages through a basket. He sets out some candles and lights them. He walks back over to the me and brings along soaps and oils. He trails a hand across my back as he passes me to sit next to me in the large tub.

“I truly think you are the most handsome man I’ve met.” my voice barely audible as I trail my hand on his thigh next to me.

“Viktorya.” he warns grabbing my wrist.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t waste the hot water.” I say sarcastically as I reach over him intentionally grazing my chest on his to reach the basket.

We bathe in silence as we each steal quick glances at the other. I rise from the bath, unabashed, in search of a towel. I hear Aemond get out after me and a moment later he’s wrapping me in a towel. I turn to him and see that he has a towel wrapped low around his hips.

“Let’s go to bed.” he hums kissing the top of my head.

Aemond pulls us backwards toward the bed while attempting to dry me off. He sits down and moves to the other side so I can get in. He rests back against the headboard and I rise and move to straddle his thigh surprising him. He inhales sharply as my core meets his bare thigh.

“Gods,” his hands fly to my waist as he looks to me with a darkened eye.

He slowly starts guiding me on his thigh. I moan as I grind down causing my hands to fly to his chest at the surge of pleasure that washes over me. My towel falls back on the bed fully exposing me to him. Aemonds breathing becomes more ragged as his fingers dig into my waist.

Our lips meet in a clashing kiss. He nips at my bottom lip and slips his tongue in my mouth as I gasp. One of my hands slide down his chest to move the towel out of the way when he stops my hand from its destination.

“I want you to feel good too. Just use my hand instead of yours tonight.” I whisper breathlessly kissing his jaw.

Aemond moves his hand from mine and unties his towel. The towel falls and I take in the full length of him. His tip is hard and red and I reach out to help relieve him. When my hand finally wraps around him, he lets out a pleasure filled sigh.

I resume rocking on his thigh and moan into our kiss. I squeeze him earning me a moan in return. I collect the beads of come that have appeared at the tip and slide them down his length. He groans into my mouth as my fingers linger and tighten around his tip before sliding down again. He removes my hand and pushes me back on the bed hungrily. He crawls over my body until we’re face to face.

“No more of your naughty hands before I lose control.” he breathes out before he kisses me.

He kisses down my neck and between my breasts. He makes his way to one of my nipples and sucks it into his mouth. He grazes his teeth on my sensitive bud and I arch my chest into his mouth. He chuckles and brings his sinister mouth to my other nipple.

“Aemond,” I whine as he trails kisses down my torso.

“Yes my love?” he looks up at me from between my thighs.

“Touch me, please,” I beg lifting my hips towards him.

“It would be my pleasure.” he smirks softly licking his way up my slit.

I cry out as his tongue flicks across my clit. He feasts upon me as if I’m the true first meal of this tour. He quickly slips two fingers in me and I immediately clench around them. I cry out at his brutal pace and throw my head back into the pillows losing myself.

“Fuck Aemond, yes, please please,” I cry out as my legs begin to shake.

My cries of pleasure seem to spur him on even more and his tongue begins quick teasing patterns on my clit. I grind myself against his tongue and fingers as I come with his name spilling from my lips. He slows allowing me to feel every moment of my high.

“You’re so beautiful when you come on my mouth.” Aemond says full of adoration petting my hair.

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I wake up to Aemond peppering kisses across my face and the sun peeking through the curtains. I slowly stretch and begin to sit up. As the blankets fall around me my chest is left bare.

“Beautiful.” Aemond looks as if he’s worshipping me.

We get dressed and slowly make our way to the dining hall to get something to eat in passing. As we’re on our way out of the castle we are given a letter sealed and addressed to us. Sunspear expresses their excitement and states they would be honored to host us earlier and longer than anticipated.

We make our way to the city with a new sense of enthusiasm. We start to explore the streets and shops as the sun begins to rise in the sky. The locals are more friendly and welcoming than expected. We eat at the food stalls and I stop and buy some jewelry from some local vendors. Aemond purchases himself a dagger while near the forge and compliments their craftsmanship.

We return to the castle only to drop off our bounty and change to celebrate with the city for dinner. Winning over the city and its people can be just as rewarding as winning over its Lord or Lady. As we dine with the locals we ask them about life here and how they treated. We listen intently for hours into the night.

We plant a seed of doubt in the people as we tell them of our departure in the morning. We tell them Lord Borros wasn’t welcoming and no longer wanted to host us. Listening and confiding in the locals will make it much easier if we need to replace Lord Borros.

We make our way back to the castle well after moonrise and begin packing our belongings. Once we’re ready to leave in the morning we retire to bed.

Although this first stop didn’t go as planned, I think it was still successful. We gained the people’s trust and planted some seeds. I’m hoping that the stay in Sunspear will be more welcoming and enjoyable.

[makosworld]

Double Team!

diluc x f!reader x kaeya

A/N: dedicated to my love for them. not shipping kaeya x diluc in this btw. hope you enjoy ;)

Notes/warnings: non descriptive smut, separate smut with each

You are but a measly worker at Dawn Winery.

“Hey, you bitch, get over here and take this barrel upstairs,” some random higher up worker calls to you. Obliging you carry the barrel upstairs, however, it’s slightly blocking your vision and you take a wrong turn.

…

Placing down the barrel, you find yourself in an unfamiliar hallway. Looking around you decide to go back the direction you came from. Bending down to pick up the barrel you hear footsteps coming up behind you. You turn to see a man with beautiful blue hair cascading down his shoulder, as he speaks. “I wasn’t aware there was going to be a guest up here, Diluc?” Turning you spot another man. This one, Diluc, has fiery red hair falling elegantly down his back. He stares at you a moment too long before looking back to Kaeya who has a sly glint in his eye.

“Funnily enough, Kaeya, I wasn’t aware either. Who are you, miss?” He asks, looking you up and down.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. I think I took a wrong turn, because I couldn’t see around this huge barrel and then-” Coming closer, Kaeya puts a thumb over your lips. Your rambling comes to a stop in a second and you’re left looking at him incredulously. He's staring at you. “W-what..”

“Can we keep her? She’s far cuter than you Diluc.”

“WHAT!”

“Kaeya, please sto-“

“Relax, both of you. I was merely joking.”

“I’m sorry, for my.. brother. Please, come have a drink, with me.” He offers placing a hand on your lower back, in attempts to guide you along with him. The offer to be alone with your boss, in his office...

“Sir… really it was no big deal, and plus I can’t just leave the wine barrel in the hallw-” You get cut off again.

“That’s why Kaeya will be doing that for us, right dear brother?” Diluc looks at him with a cocky grin, tempting him to refuse.

…

You. Diluc. Alone. In his office. Placing his grape juice glass down he asks, “So, clearly you work for my winery; are you new to the company? Apologies for not knowing. I used to hire people myself, but the company has really grown and I can’t seem to find time for it.” He says looking at you remorse in his expression.

You place down your glass, as well, and lean over denying his worries, “Oh, of course it’s nothing to apologize over, I’m sure your very busy. I doubt you would remember me, anyways, I’m but a measly low ranking worker.” Surprised at your insistence and the position you’ve placed yourself in, your upper body leaning against his wooden desk he stops for a second and stares at you. Eyes roaming your frame.

“I think you’re worth far more than you give yourself credit for.. oh, it seems I didn’t catch your name..?” Giving him your name he hums, and repeats it; the sounds rolling of his tongue smoothly. It sounded so beautiful from his mouth, his lips and tongue… You move to pick up your glass, but your hands are moist with sweat (is it getting hotter in here?) and the glass slips from your grip. You startle and the glass falls onto your lap and the liquid onto your shirt, making it sheer. Diluc raises, and pushes your chair back to sit in between your legs on the ground. His hands grabbing onto your thighs.

“Are you alright?” Face filled with worry he finds the glass hasn’t broken and you’re not hurt. Relaxing he picks it off your lap and places it onto the table.

“I’m fine Diluc, don’t wor-“ And you, never being able to catch a break, are cut off once again.

“No, no, come with me,” taking your hand he leads you to his private bedroom. It’s clean, doesn’t seem like he uses it much other than for sleeping. He leads you to his bed, prompting you to sit. “Remove your shirt, please.”

“W..what..”

“Ahm- you’ll need a change, because your shirt is ruined, I mean.” He rummages through a drawer before pulling out a shirt. “This should do, right?” Thanking him, you unbutton your shirt while he looks away. Then, the door slams open and in walks Kaeya.

“Finally, found you, guys. What have you two been…” His face lights up with surprise seeing your shirt halfway down your arms. Surprised you try and put it back on.

“Wow, did Diluc actually seduce someone?” Kaeya teases moving his way closer to you. “I really didn’t appreciate having to leave you and my brother alone-“

“You say that as though you are someone to be trusted alone with,” Diluc cuts Kaeya’s accusations off with his own.

“Well, if I was alone with her I would’ve made a move much faster than you, after all I’m not such a coward. In fact, watch this…”

…

You’re on Kaeya lap. Your shirt is laying somewhere on the floor. Kaeya’s fingers tease along your sides leaving a burning feeling where they touched your skin. After fighting off his outer accessories and clothes he’s left with only his pants. His hands travel along your skin and with a suspicious amount of precision he clicks and slides off your bra in one fluid motion. He continues roaming his hands across your torso, when he lifts your face to meet his. He kisses you slowly and as you begin to melt into the kiss he rubs a finger over your chest. When you let out a gasp, he slides his tongue into your mouth. His tongue explores your mouth and you can feel him smirking against your lips. Parting for air his mouth moves down to your neck leaving wet kisses and bruises in it’s wake, and his mouth lowers to your chest. His movements force a whimper out of your mouth. You begin to fumble with his belt before removing it completely.

…

He's got you laid against the bed. Hovering over you, “You sure this is okay, love?” At your conformation, he moves his fingers to your mouth, signaling for you to open it. His fingers are warm, and as you run your tongue along them and suck, he lets out a groan. His fingers, wet with your spit, move down…

…

Kaeya moves his hips at a fast pace, his head in your neck, muffling his moans of your name. You grip the sheets as his name tumbles out of your lips. The burning feeling comes closer with every one of his thrusts until.. “..k-kaeya.. I’m..”

…

Diluc shifts in his seat after watching the scene in front of him unfold. He’s already striped himself to his underwear and is noticeably erect. Kaeya kisses your hand and bides you a good time, leaving you with Diluc.

Climbing off the bed still wobbly you almost trip, but he shoots up to steady you. You push him back into his rooms desk chair, and climb onto his lap. You lean into him and begin kissing him a little sloppily. Grinding down onto him he lets out a whimper. Giving you access to his mouth, you slip in your tongue and feel around his mouth. He suddenly sucks on your tongue making you groan into the kiss. Detaching from his mouth you help him remove his underwear and get in between his legs, on the ground. Grabbing him in your hand your mouth lowers.

…

He's close. Diluc grips onto your hair like his life depends on it. Whimpers of your name fall from his lips like a prayer, as you move your mouth up and down his length. He comes undone into your mouth, and you swallow as best you can. Some dribbles out from the corner of your lips, and his finger moves to wipe it away.

…

You’ve gotten yourselves properly cleaned up with a bath and a fresh pair of Diluc’s sleeping clothes, and now you lay between both him and Kaeya on his bed. They hold you from each side as you alternate between who’s chest to squeeze your face into. You quickly drift off to sleep, comfortable and happy.

[shiorihyugawrites]

Diamond Of The First Water

In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace? (Levi x OC)

Chapter Twenty Three

The morning sun spilled through the lace curtains of Solina’s bedroom in the Rose House, casting a golden glow on the most important day of her life. She stirred awake, her heart already beating a little faster with excitement and nerves. She turned her head to the left, where her wedding dress stood proudly on the mannequin—a masterpiece of intricate embroidery and delicate craftsmanship. The massive gown seemed to sparkle in the light, as if it was alive with magic, a dress worthy of the Diamond of Valoria. The long cathedral veil cascaded down like a waterfall, pooling elegantly at the base of the mannequin.

Solina sat up slowly, her fiery red hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Today was the last time she’d wake up in her room in the Rose House. The thought tugged at her heart, bittersweet and beautiful. She looked around at the familiar space that had been her sanctuary, filled with memories of her family, her music, and her journey into womanhood. Everything would change after today, but she found solace in knowing it was Levi waiting for her at the end of the aisle.

As she ran her fingers over the soft fabric of her blanket, the door creaked open, and Lady Solana stepped in. Solana’s emerald robe fluttered lightly as she moved, her hair still unstyled but her face glowing with pride and warmth. She carried herself with her usual regal grace, but her eyes betrayed her emotions. Sitting on the edge of Solina’s bed, she reached out to brush a strand of hair from her daughter’s face.

“Good morning, my darling,” Lady Solana said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “Today is the day.”

Solina smiled, though tears pricked her eyes. “Good morning, Mother.”

Solana studied her daughter for a moment, her eyes traveling from Solina’s serene face to the wedding dress. Her lips trembled slightly as she placed a hand over her heart. “You look so calm, Solina. How do you feel?”

“Nervous,” Solina admitted with a light laugh. “But also… happy. I’m ready. I think I really am.”

Lady Solana’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “You are more than ready, my love. You will be a beautiful bride, and I know you’ll make Levi—and all of Valoria—so proud.”

At that, Solina leaned forward, wrapping her arms tightly around her mother. “I’ll miss you so much, Mother.”

Lady Solana hugged her back just as fiercely. “And I’ll miss you, my precious girl. But I am so proud of the woman you’ve become.” She pulled back slightly, her hands resting on Solina’s shoulders. “I have something for you.”

From the pocket of her robe, Lady Solana retrieved a small velvet pouch. She opened it to reveal a set of thin emerald bracelets, each one shining like droplets of dew in the morning sun. “These were a gift from your father when I became his Rose consort. They brought me good fortune and happiness with your father, and now, I want you to have them.”

Solina gasped softly, her hands trembling as she accepted the bracelets. She slid them onto her wrist, admiring how they complemented the engagement ring Levi had given her. “Thank you, Mother. I’ll cherish them always.”

Before Solana could reply, the door burst open, and a chorus of voices filled the room. Solomon, Soleil, Solenne, and Solandor all rushed in, their faces alight with excitement. “There she is, our beautiful bride-to-be!” Solomon exclaimed, pulling Solina into a brotherly hug.

“You look like an angel already,” Soleil added, her eyes twinkling.

The twins, Solandor and Solenne, clung to Solina’s arms, each vying for her attention. “We’re going to miss you so much, Sister!” Solandor said, his voice cracking slightly.

“I don’t want you to go,” Solenne whispered, her big eyes filled with tears.

Solina hugged them all, her heart swelling with love for her siblings. “I’ll miss you too. But you can always visit me. And Solomon will be with me in Paradis.”

“We’ll come as soon as we can,” Lady Solana promised, stroking her hair. “But don’t think for a second that Paradis will keep you to itself. We’ll always be your family.”

The tender moment was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. One of Solina’s maids peeked in, bowing slightly. “Your Highness, breakfast is ready, and we’ll begin your preparations shortly.”

Lady Solana stood, smoothing her robe. “It’s time, my dear. You have a long day ahead of you.”

Solina took a deep breath, glancing one last time at her wedding dress before turning to her family. “Let’s make today perfect.”

As she left her room, surrounded by her loving family, Solina felt a surge of determination. No matter the nerves or the challenges ahead, she would walk down that aisle with grace, love, and pride. Today was the beginning of a new chapter, and she was ready to embrace it fully.

…

Meanwhile, the early morning light filtered through the thick curtains of Levi’s chambers, but he’d already been up long before the sun rose. Sitting on the daybed by the window, Levi stared out at the vast expanse of the Imperial Palace grounds. From his vantage point, he could see the edges of the Royal Gardens and, in the distance, the unmistakable silhouette of the Rose House. The house that Solina had called home her entire life.

By now, she must be awake, probably spending hours getting ready for the ceremony. Levi allowed himself a small smile, his sharp, stoic features softening slightly. He could only imagine how stunning she would look in her wedding gown. She always carried herself with grace, even when her anxiety got the better of her. But today, as nervous as he was, Levi was certain she would walk down the aisle with the same quiet strength that had captivated him over the past month.

He leaned back slightly, running a hand through his dark hair. The reality of the day ahead was settling in. He was getting married. Levi Ackerman—who had spent his entire adult life as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, never imagining a life beyond the battlefield—was about to take a wife. And yet, despite the circumstances of their political arrangement, Levi couldn’t help but feel a spark of happiness. He wasn’t just marrying anyone; he was marrying Solina.

She was kind, patient, intelligent, and so much more than he had expected when he first learned about the arrangement. In fact, he doubted there was another person in the world who could balance the weight of being Valoria’s Diamond with the humility and warmth that Solina embodied. Levi sighed, resting his chin on his hand. How had he been so lucky?

Of course, Levi wasn’t oblivious to the larger implications of this marriage. It wasn’t just about him and Solina—it was about Paradis and Valoria. The Valorian military presence on Paradis would ensure their safety, and he knew the alliance was vital for their survival. And while he still wasn’t entirely clear on the Emperor’s intentions with the ice burst stone, Levi had come to trust that the Emperor genuinely wanted the best for his family and his people.

A sharp knock on the door broke Levi’s train of thought. “Come in,” he said, sitting up straighter.

The door opened to reveal Hange, Jean, and Armin, all looking far more awake and chipper than Levi had anticipated. Hange, as usual, was the first to speak, practically bouncing into the room. “Levi! The man of the hour!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms wide as if she were announcing him to an audience. “Can you believe it, Jean? Armin? Our Captain is getting married today!”

Jean smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “If you’d told me a month ago that zcaptain Levi would be excited about his political marriage, I would’ve called you crazy.”

Armin chuckled, his blue eyes warm with amusement. “I have to admit, Captain, you look... different. Happier.”

Levi rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched in what might have been the beginnings of a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said dryly, standing and stretching slightly. “It’s just another day.”

“Just another day?” Hange repeated incredulously. “Levi, you’re getting married! You’re about to walk down the aisle and marry a princess, no less!”

Jean snickered. “And he’s actually happy about it. Admit it, Captain, Solina’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

Levi shot Jean a sharp look, though there was no real malice in it. “Keep talking, and I’ll make sure you’re the one cleaning up after this whole thing.”

Hange laughed, throwing an arm around Levi’s shoulders. “Oh, lighten up, Levi. We’re happy for you. Truly. After everything you’ve been through, you deserve this. And Solina—well, she’s amazing. Anyone can see that.”

Levi didn’t respond immediately, but the faintest hint of color rose to his cheeks. Hange’s words, though delivered in her usual playful tone, carried a weight of sincerity that he couldn’t ignore. He appreciated their support more than he let on.

Before the conversation could continue, a group of attendants entered the room, carrying Levi’s wedding attire. The uniform was a unique blend of his traditional scout uniform and the Valorian military attire. It was sleek, formal, and regal, with a sash that bore the colors of both Paradis and Valoria. A delicate rose pin sat on the lapel, a nod to Solina and the Rose House.

Jean whistled low. “Now that’s a look. You’re going to steal the show, Captain.”

Hange clapped her hands together. “Alright, let’s get him dressed! This is a momentous occasion!”

Levi groaned softly but didn’t protest as the attendants began helping him into the uniform. As they worked, his mind drifted once again to Solina. She was probably surrounded by her maids and family, preparing for her grand entrance. The thought brought a small, genuine smile to his face. He couldn’t wait to see her.

Once he was fully dressed, Levi stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the rose pin on his lapel. Hange, Jean, and Armin stood behind him, all grinning like proud parents. “You clean up nice, Levi,” Hange said, giving him a thumbs-up.

Levi shook his head but couldn’t suppress the warmth that spread through him. “Thanks,” he muttered, his voice softer than usual.

One of the attendants cleared his throat. “Captain Ackerman, it’s time to head to the Cathedral. Guests are beginning to arrive.”

Levi nodded, taking one last glance out the window toward the Rose House. Solina would be making her way to the Cathedral soon, and he would be waiting for her at the altar. As he turned to leave, a quiet determination settled over him. Today wasn’t just about duty or politics. Today was about starting a new chapter with Solina, the woman who had somehow found her way into his guarded heart.

And he was ready.

…

Back in the Rose House, Princess Solina stood motionless in front of the grand mirror, her breath caught in her chest. She was fully dressed now, and as her eyes scanned her reflection, she hardly recognized herself. Her wedding gown, the masterpiece she had envisioned during her fittings, now lived and breathed on her body like a dream made real. The shimmering white fabric, adorned with intricate embroidery and pearls, glistened softly in the sunlight filtering through the room’s lace-draped windows. Her long cathedral veil, its edges embroidered with delicate roses, flowed behind her, creating a regal aura that could only be described as divine.

Her emerald engagement ring sparkled brilliantly on her finger, perfectly complemented by the emerald bracelets her mother had given her earlier that morning and the thin choker that rested gently against her neck. Her makeup, done with precision and grace, accentuated her natural beauty with soft pink hues and a touch of gold to bring out the flecks in her green eyes. Her hair was styled into an elaborate low bun, loose curls framing her face, and her tiara sat proudly atop her head, holding the veil securely in place. She looked every bit the Diamond of Valoria—every bit the bride of royalty.

Behind her, Lady Solana, Solomon, Soleil, Solenne, and Solandor stood in awe. For a moment, no one spoke. Then, Solonne, her youngest sister, gasped. “Solina... you’re beautiful,” she whispered, her wide eyes filling with admiration.

Soleil, always the more playful one, clutched her hands to her chest dramatically. “I can’t believe this is my sister! You look like one of those goddesses from the ancient myths!”

Solomon, standing tall and proud in his formal military attire, nodded solemnly. “You look perfect, Solina. Levi’s going to be speechless.”

Solandor, the youngest of her brothers, grinned mischievously. “He’s probably going to faint,” he added, earning a soft laugh from everyone in the room.

Solina smiled, though her eyes glistened with tears she tried to keep at bay. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice trembling just a little. “I couldn’t have done this without all of you.”

Solenne and Soleil stepped forward, holding out the bouquet of roses they had gathered that morning from the Rose House’s gardens. The vibrant red blossoms contrasted beautifully with the white of her gown, and as Solina took the bouquet into her hands, she marveled at its fragrance and meaning. “Thank you,” she said again, her voice barely above a whisper.

The moment was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. One of the maids entered, curtsying before speaking. “Your Highness, the Emperor has arrived.”

At the mention of her father, Solina’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t seen him yet today, and now, as the maids parted to allow him entry, she felt her breath hitch once more. Emperor Armand stepped into the room, his regal demeanor unwavering until his gaze landed on Solina.

He froze in place, his sharp, authoritative eyes widening as they took her in. For a moment, the years melted away. In his mind’s eye, he saw her as a baby, cradled in his arms for the first time. He remembered the joy of teaching her the piano, the laughter they shared during her childhood, and the pride he felt as he watched her grow into the incredible woman standing before him now. He swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat refused to go away.

“Solina,” he murmured, his voice breaking slightly.

Lady Solana, standing nearby, noticed the telltale shine of tears in her husband’s eyes. She silently handed him her handkerchief, which he accepted with a small, grateful nod.

Solina felt her own tears welling up, but she held them back. She stepped toward her father, her gown rustling softly with the movement. For a long moment, they simply looked at each other. No words were needed; the love and pride in their gazes spoke volumes. Finally, Emperor Armand opened his arms, and Solina stepped into his embrace. He held her tightly, his chin resting atop her head. “You’ve made me so proud, Solina,” he said softly. “So proud.”

“I’ll miss you, Father,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his chest. “So much.”

“And I will miss you,” he replied, his voice steady despite the emotion coursing through him. “But I know you’ll do great things. You’re ready.”

Another knock at the door interrupted their moment, and one of the maids peeked inside. “Your Majesties, the carriages have arrived. All the guests are seated, and Captain Levi is waiting at the altar.”

The announcement brought a rush of movement. The maids hurried to gather the final touches, fluffing out Solina’s veil and ensuring her gown was arranged perfectly. The Emperor helped his daughter turn toward the door, his hand steady on her arm. “It’s time,” he said gently.

As Solina prepared to leave, her siblings gathered around her one last time. Each of them hugged her tightly, whispering words of encouragement and love. Solina’s heart swelled with gratitude. She couldn’t have asked for a more supportive family.

Finally, the maids helped guide Solina out the door and down the steps of the Rose House. Outside, the royal carriages waited, gleaming in the morning sunlight. The first carriage, grand and opulent, was reserved for Solina and the Emperor. Behind it, another carriage stood ready for Lady Solana and the rest of the family.

“Alright, everyone, let’s get her inside!” one of the maids called, her voice light with humor as they prepared to maneuver Solina and her massive dress into the carriage.

It was no easy feat. Solina’s gown was expansive, its skirts puffed out to such a degree that it required two maids to hold the fabric on either side while another guided her up the small steps. Solina laughed softly as she tried to sit without crushing the delicate embroidery. Once she was seated, her veil draped over her lap, the Emperor climbed in after her. But even with just the two of them, the space was a tight fit.

“I feel like I’m being smothered by fabric,” the Emperor muttered, though there was a teasing smile on his lips.

Solina laughed, her nerves easing slightly at his humor. “It’s not too bad, is it?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Well,” he replied, glancing down at the layers of gown encroaching on his lap, “it’s certainly memorable.”

Outside, Lady Solana, Solomon, Soleil, Solenne, and Solandor climbed into their own carriage, waving cheerfully as they prepared to follow. As the carriages began to move, Solina took a deep breath, clutching her bouquet tightly. This was it. Her wedding day had officially begun. And as nervous as she was, she felt a small flicker of excitement burning brighter with each passing moment.

The royal carriage moved steadily through the pathway of the Imperial Palace, its wheels crunching softly over the cobblestones as the horses trotted gracefully. Every so often, Solina would smooth the folds of her skirt, her emerald ring catching the sunlight streaming through the windows. Though she was nervous, an undeniable excitement danced in her green eyes, and her father noticed.

“You seem...different today, my dear,” the Emperor said, his deep, comforting voice breaking the soft silence. “Not as anxious as I thought you might be.”

Solina smiled faintly, her cheeks tinged with warmth at his observation. “I thought I would be, too,” she admitted, her voice soft and thoughtful. “But I feel...happy, Father. Excited, even. I suppose it’s because I know that I’m marrying someone who truly cares for me. I was so scared before, but Levi has been so kind, so patient. He makes me feel safe.”

The Emperor’s expression softened, his typically stern gaze melting into something more tender. “That’s how it should be,” he said, nodding approvingly. “I had hoped this arrangement would give you more than just security for Valoria and Paradis. I wanted you to find a partner, someone who would cherish you. It seems I was right about Levi.”

Solina looked down at her bouquet, her fingers brushing over the soft petals. “He’s a good man,” she said quietly. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way about someone...not in an arrangement like this.”

The Emperor reached across the space between them, resting a reassuring hand on hers. “You deserve happiness, Solina. And it pleases me to see you glowing with it today. I’ll admit, I’ve worried about your anxiety—wondered if this day would overwhelm you. But look at you now.” He gestured with a slight smile. “A radiant bride.”

Solina’s blush deepened, and she let out a soft laugh. “Thank you, Father. That means so much coming from you.”

They rode in silence for a moment, the sounds of the city filtering in through the carriage’s slightly open windows. Solina hesitated, then looked up at her father with a hopeful expression. “Will you visit me in Paradis, Father? I know it’s far, and you’re so busy, but...I would love for you to come.”

The Emperor leaned back in his seat, considering her words. “Of course I will,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to see how you’re settling into your new life. And,” he added with a teasing glint in his eye, “if you and Levi give me a grandchild, I might visit even more often.”

Solina’s eyes widened, and her face turned a deep shade of crimson. “Father!” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. She clutched her bouquet tighter, averting her gaze as if to escape his teasing.

The Emperor’s laughter rumbled through the carriage, rich and full of warmth. “What? It’s only natural,” he said, still chuckling. “You’re starting a new life, Solina. It’s not unreasonable to think about the future.”

Solina pressed her lips together, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re impossible sometimes,” she muttered, though her tone held no real annoyance. Despite her flustered state, she couldn’t help but smile.

The Emperor’s laughter faded into a more contemplative silence. After a moment, Solina glanced at him, her expression shifting to one of concern. “Father...about Dimaria,” she began hesitantly. “Will she really be at the countryside for six months? For someone like her, that must feel like...a death sentence.”

The Emperor’s face hardened slightly, though his voice remained calm. “It’s not something I do lightly,” he admitted. “Sending her away pains me, but Dimaria needs this, Solina. Her behavior has shown me that she lacks the humility and character required of someone in her position. She has had every privilege, yet she has squandered the lessons we tried to teach her. This time in the countryside is for her own good. She may not understand it now, but one day, I hope she will.”

Solina nodded slowly, her gaze dropping to her lap. “I just wish things didn’t have to be this way. I’ve always wanted us to be closer—to be real sisters.”

The Emperor sighed, his shoulders heavy with the weight of his role as both a father and a ruler. “I know, Solina. But some things take time. And Dimaria...she has a long road ahead of her. She and Darcy will be at the wedding, but Dimaria leaves for the countryside tomorrow morning. I can only hope that this experience changes her for the better.”

Solina bit her lip, torn between guilt and understanding. Before she could respond, the carriage began to slow, the sound of horses’ hooves clattering against the stone road easing to a halt. The Emperor glanced out the window, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “We’re here.”

Solina followed his gaze, her heart skipping a beat as the grand cathedral came into view. Its towering spires reached toward the heavens, and the intricate stained glass windows glittered in the sunlight like a kaleidoscope of colors. The streets surrounding the cathedral were lined with onlookers, their faces alight with excitement as they caught a glimpse of the royal carriage. The sounds of the angelic choir drifted through the air, a hauntingly beautiful melody that sent a shiver down Solina’s spine.

The Emperor turned to her, his expression filled with pride. “Are you ready, Solina?” he asked gently.

Solina took a deep breath, clutching her bouquet tightly. “Yes,” she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “I’m ready.”

The royal carriage rolled to a stop in front of the cathedral, its gilded details gleaming under the morning sun. Princess Solina took a deep breath, the weight of the moment settling over her. Her heart thudded in her chest, not from doubt but from the sheer enormity of what was happening. This was her wedding day. A day she had once dreaded but now looked forward to with equal parts nervousness and excitement.

The footmen hurried to open the carriage door, and the Emperor was the first to step out, his tall frame exuding confidence and authority. He turned, extending a hand toward her. With the extra care, he helped her down from the carriage. The attendants immediately surrounded her, their hands busy fluffing the voluminous folds of her wedding gown and smoothing out the stunning cathedral-length veil embroidered with intricate roses.

The carriage carrying Lady Solana and Solina’s siblings, Solomon, Soleil, Solenne, and Solandor, arrived right behind them. Solomon stepped out first, straightening his military uniform before helping his mother and siblings out. Lady Solana’s eyes immediately sought Solina, and her breath caught when she saw her daughter. Her hand went to her chest, and tears welled in her eyes.

“My beautiful girl,” Lady Solana whispered as she approached. She leaned in to place a kiss on Solina’s cheek. “You are breathtaking, Solina. Levi is going to be speechless.”

Solina managed a soft, bashful smile. “Thank you, Mother. I hope I can make you proud.”

Lady Solana gently cupped Solina’s face. “You already have. You always do. Now, go and shine.” She stepped back, allowing the maids to finish their work, before turning to enter the cathedral with Solomon escorting her. Solenne, Soleil, and Solandor followed, all beaming with pride for their sister.

Solina turned to her father, who offered his arm. “Shall we?” he asked, his voice warm yet steady, grounding her as always.

She nodded, looping her arm through his. As they ascended the grand steps of the cathedral, the massive wooden doors opened, revealing the breathtaking interior. The soaring vaulted ceilings seemed to touch the heavens, adorned with murals of Valorian history and triumphs. Light streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the sea of elegantly dressed guests who filled the pews.

The choir began to sing, their angelic voices filling the cathedral with a melody so ethereal it sent shivers down Solina’s spine. All the guests stood, their heads turning as the Emperor and Solina began their walk down the impossibly long aisle.

Solina’s nerves began to creep in as she took her first steps. The aisle seemed to stretch endlessly, and the weight of thousands of eyes watching her made her palms sweat. She glanced at her father, who patted her hand gently.

“Breathe, my dear,” he whispered. “Just focus on one step at a time. And remember, at the end of this aisle is the man who cares for you.”

Her gaze lifted, and as her eyes found Levi at the end of the aisle, everything else seemed to blur. He stood tall, his custom wedding attire—a unique blend of his Scout uniform and Valorian regalia—fitting him perfectly. The Valorian rose pinned to his chest and the sash of Paradis made him look regal yet grounded, a soldier and a prince all at once. But it was the look in his eyes that steadied her completely.

Levi’s gray eyes were locked on her, filled with a warmth and awe that made her heart flutter. He had always thought Solina was beautiful, but seeing her like this—radiant, ethereal—was almost too much to take. He swallowed hard, barely aware of Hange, Armin, and Jean sitting near him with wide grins. All he could think was that he was the luckiest man alive.

Solina’s focus sharpened as she moved closer to Levi. Along the way, she noticed her family scattered among the guests. Lady Madeline and Lady Blair smiled warmly at her, their pride evident. Lady Darcy, as expected, maintained a neutral expression, while Dimaria avoided looking at her entirely. Her half-siblings—Opal, Ivoria, Gale, and their spouses were all beaming at her, along with her other siblings James, Gracelyn, Ruby, and Andrew— their happiness was genuine. And then there was Lady Solana, seated in the front row with Solina’s younger siblings, openly wiping tears from her cheeks as Solomon rested a comforting hand on her shoulder.

The closer Solina got to Levi, the less aware she became of everyone else. Her heart pounded as the Emperor brought her to the altar, where Levi stood waiting. When they reached him, the Emperor turned to his daughter, his eyes brimming with emotion. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“You’ve made me proud every day of your life,” he murmured, his voice thick with love. “And I know you will continue to do so.”

Solina blinked rapidly to keep her tears at bay. “I love you, Father.”

The Emperor straightened, turning to Levi. He placed Solina’s hand in Levi’s, his grip firm but not threatening. “Captain Levi,” he said solemnly, “she is my pride and joy. Take care of her. Protect her. She is your greatest mission now.”

Levi nodded, his voice steady. “I will. Always.”

As the Emperor stepped back to take his seat, Levi turned to Solina, his fingers tightening gently around hers. Their eyes met, and for a moment, it felt as though they were the only two people in the world.

“You’re breathtaking,” Levi whispered, his voice barely audible over the choir’s song.

Solina’s lips curved into a soft smile, her cheeks warming. “Thank you.”

The choir’s song swelled, and as the ceremony began, all Solina could think was how incredibly lucky she felt to have found someone like Levi. And as they stood together at the altar, ready to exchange vows, she knew that this was only the beginning of their journey.

…

The grand cathedral was silent save for the solemn voice of the priest delivering his sermon on the sanctity of love and marriage. His deep, resonant tone echoed through the vast space, filling every corner and commanding attention. The gathered guests sat in rapt silence—or at least most of them did. Solina and Levi, however, stood facing one another at the altar, Solina’s face hidden behind her ethereal veil.

Levi tried his best to maintain a composed expression as the priest droned on about the virtues of unity and selflessness in marriage, but he couldn’t help himself. He subtly rolled his eyes at a particularly long-winded metaphor about the bonds of marriage being like an unyielding fortress. The movement was quick and subtle, but it didn’t escape Solina’s notice.

Behind the delicate fabric of her veil, her lips quirked into a small smile, and a quiet chuckle escaped her. It was soft, barely audible, but the sound carried just enough to catch the priest’s attention. He paused mid-sentence, giving them a pointed, stern look.

Levi’s expression remained stoic as if daring the priest to say something. Solina, however, bit her lip, trying to contain her laughter. She cast her gaze downward, her shoulders shaking slightly as she suppressed another chuckle.

The priest cleared his throat, clearly unamused, before continuing his sermon with renewed fervor. Solina dared to glance up at Levi, and the corner of his mouth twitched upward in the faintest hint of a smirk. That was all it took to set her nerves at ease. In the sea of formalities and the overwhelming grandeur of the moment, Levi’s subtle humor eased her nerves.

After what felt like an eternity, the priest concluded his sermon, stepping aside to allow the choir to begin their hymn. The choir's voices filled the air with a hauntingly beautiful melody, their harmonies cascading like a waterfall of sound. The music was transcendent, lifting the atmosphere of the ceremony to something almost otherworldly. Solina listened, letting the music soothe her nerves, her gloved fingers trembling ever so slightly in Levi’s steady grasp.

Levi, meanwhile, stood rooted in place, his gaze fixed on Solina. The veil partially obscured her features, but he could still make out the faint outlines of her face—the gentle curve of her lips, the slight upward tilt of her nose. He couldn’t help but think how surreal this moment was. Just a month ago, the idea of a political marriage had filled him with dread, but now, standing before Solina, he felt…peaceful. And even excited.

The hymn concluded, and the priest stepped forward once more. “Now, we come to the sacred exchange of vows,” he announced.

Solina’s breath hitched slightly, and Levi gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. This was the part she had been most nervous about—not because she didn’t mean every word of the vows, but because the idea of speaking them aloud in front of thousands of people was overwhelming. Levi, understanding her reservations, had agreed that they would stick to the standard vows.

The priest turned to Levi first. “Captain Levi Ackerman,” he began, “do you take Princess Solina Emme Hein of the House of Rose to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?”

Levi’s gray eyes never left Solina’s. His voice was steady and low, carrying a weight of sincerity that made her heart flutter. “I do.”

The priest turned to Solina. “Princess Solina Emme Hein of the House of Rose, do you take Captain Levi Ackerman to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?”

Through her veil, Solina’s emerald eyes glistened with emotion. Her voice, soft but unwavering, carried through the cathedral. “I do.”

The priest nodded approvingly, stepping back slightly. “Then, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. Captain, you may kiss the bride.”

The moment the words left the priest’s lips, Levi reached forward with steady hands, gently lifting the veil from Solina’s face. For a brief moment, he simply stared at her. Her radiant beauty, the tears glistening in her eyes, and the soft smile playing on her lips—all of it made his chest tighten with emotion.

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was tender and full of quiet promise. The cathedral erupted in applause, the sound reverberating through the walls, but Levi and Solina barely noticed. In that moment, the world outside of the two of them ceased to exist.

As they pulled away, Solina’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and her lips trembled in a small, nervous smile. Levi’s gaze softened, and he whispered so only she could hear, “You did great.”

Her smile widened slightly, and she whispered back, “So did you.”

Hand in hand, they turned to face the crowd, the priest’s voice booming over the applause as he announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Captain Levi Ackerman and Princess Solina Ackerman!”

The cathedral erupted into a symphony of clapping and cheering as Levi and Solina began their walk down the aisle together. Solina’s hand rested lightly on Levi’s arm, her delicate fingers trembling slightly as they passed rows of guests. The long train of her wedding dress trailed elegantly behind her, its intricate embroidery catching the sunlight that streamed through the stained glass windows.

Hange, who was seated in the front row with Armin and Jean, was an absolute spectacle. Tears streamed down her face as she clapped loudly, her cries of "Levi, you old romantic!" echoing through the cathedral. She was practically bouncing in her seat, waving a handkerchief in the air like a proud parent.

Armin covered his face with one hand, clearly mortified, while Jean groaned, muttering, “Hange, will you calm down? You’re going to embarrass us.”

But Hange was completely undeterred, crying out, “I’m just so proud of him!” Her voice cracked as she added, “He’s all grown up and getting married!”

Levi cast a sideways glance at her, his expression somewhere between exasperation and amusement. Solina, on the other hand, couldn’t suppress a small giggle, the sound soft and sweet. It was clear to her just how much Levi’s friends cared for him, and it warmed her heart.

As they reached the grand doors of the cathedral, Levi and Solina were met with a team of attendants ready to assist with the carriage waiting outside. The ornate, open carriage was adorned with roses—red ones from the Rose House—and gold embellishments that glittered in the midday sun. The horses, adorned with decorative Valorian crests on their bridles, stood tall and regal, waiting to escort the couple back to the imperial palace for the grand reception.

Levi turned to Solina and offered his hand, helping her step into the carriage. But as she moved, the sheer weight and volume of her dress became apparent. The layers of fabric, the beading, and the train were undeniably beautiful, but also undeniably cumbersome.

Levi grunted softly as he leaned down to gather the fabric of her dress. “How are you even walking in this thing?” he muttered, half to himself, half to Solina.

Solina laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. “It’s not easy, believe me. I’ve been practicing for weeks.”

Levi hoisted a portion of the dress into the carriage, muttering, “This weighs more than my ODM gear.”

Finally, Solina was settled in the carriage, her dress spread out around her like a shimmering, ivory cloud. Levi climbed in after her, but as he tried to situate himself on the bench, he realized there was barely any room left.

“Move over,” he muttered, attempting to shift Solina’s dress to one side.

“I can’t,” she replied, laughing as she tried to rearrange the fabric. “There’s nowhere for it to go!”

Levi finally gave up, sitting as close to Solina as possible without crushing her gown. He was practically pressed against the side of the carriage, his arm pinned awkwardly between his body and the fabric. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, though his voice lacked any real irritation.

Solina couldn’t help but giggle. “I warned you this dress was massive.”

Levi glanced at her, and despite his cramped position, he couldn’t help but smile. She looked radiant, her laughter lighting up her entire face. The sunlight caught on the delicate embroidery of her gown, making it shimmer as if it were woven with starlight.

“Ridiculous or not,” Levi said quietly, his voice soft, “you look stunning.”

Solina’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink, and she lowered her gaze, suddenly shy. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The carriage began to move, the horses trotting gracefully down the cobblestone path that led from the cathedral to the palace. The streets were lined with spectators, Valorian citizens who had gathered to catch a glimpse of their Diamond on her wedding day. They cheered and waved, throwing rose petals into the air as the carriage passed by.

Levi glanced at Solina, noticing how her hand rested lightly on her lap, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her glove. He placed his hand over hers, his touch steady and reassuring. Solina looked up at him, her emerald eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the noise of the crowd faded away.

“You did great,” Levi said simply, his voice low but filled with sincerity.

Solina smiled, her nerves easing at his words. “So did you,” she replied. “I think the priest might have been glaring at us, though.”

Levi smirked. “He’ll get over it.”

The two of them laughed softly, the sound a shared secret between them. As the carriage continued its journey, Solina’s gaze drifted to the palace in the distance, its grand silhouette growing larger with each passing moment. The reality of the day was sinking in—she was no longer just Princess Solina of the House of Rose. She was Solina Ackerman, a wife, a bridge between two nations, and the official ambassador of Valoria to Paradis.

Levi, meanwhile, found himself thinking about the journey ahead. The wedding was just the beginning. They had a reception to get through, a honeymoon to embark on, and then the daunting task of building a life together in Paradis. But as he looked at Solina, he felt a quiet confidence. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

The carriage pulled up to the palace, where another team of attendants was waiting to assist them. Levi sighed as he prepared to wrestle with the mountain of fabric that was Solina’s dress once again. “Alright,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s get you out of here without tearing this thing.”

Solina laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Good luck.”

As Levi helped her out of the carriage, he couldn’t help but think that despite the chaos, the nerves, and the overwhelming nature of the day, he wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. Solina, with her radiant smile and infectious laughter, had a way of making even the most daunting situations feel manageable. And for the first time in a long time, Levi felt truly content with his life.

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