#HER HAIR CASCADING ELEGANTLY AROUND HER SHOULDER

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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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[lymericslimerick]

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 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.

[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.

[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 !

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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.

[luxtout]

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.

[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.

[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.

[tulipmusez]

potions homework

masterlist

Draco Malfoy x (Female) Reader

*draco malfoy and all other harry potter characters mentioned are not owned or created by me*

reader and draco malfoy are working on potions homework when something unexpected occurs. Enjoy!

In the heart of the Slytherin common room, shadows danced along the stone walls, flickering like the flames in the nearby fireplace. The room was cozy, filled with the rich scent of old books and the faint aroma of bubbling potions simmering in vials scattered across several study tables. The soft glow of enchanted sconces cast a warm light, making the usual intimidating decor of dark greens and silvers feel inviting. y/n nestled comfortably on a plush black leather couch, her frame enveloped by the cushions, her curly hair cascading around her shoulders like a halo.

Surrounded by textbooks and parchment, y/n was deeply engrossed in her Potions homework, a complex assignment on the intricacies of potion-making that required both precision and creativity. She wore her usual Slytherin robes, the fabric draping elegantly, a testament to her own unique style and confidence. As she scribbled notes, her brow furrowed in concentration, occasionally glancing at the open textbook beside her.

On the opposite end of the couch sat Draco Malfoy, his trademark platinum blond hair gleaming even in the low light. His posture was relaxed yet alert, a sign of both his intelligence and innate sense of responsibility despite the carefree demeanor he often projected. He was focused on his own homework, scribbling notes with a practiced ease, but the occasional sideways glance at y/n showcased the comfort and camaraderie they shared.

As y/n turned to another page in her textbook, she found herself staring blankly at a particularly perplexing problem. She bit her lip, frustration creeping in as the words danced mockingly before her eyes. Feeling bold, she scooted closer to Draco, her thigh brushing against his, the warmth sending an unexpected thrill through her. 

“Hey, Draco,” she began softly, leaning in to close the gap. “Can you help me with this section? I’m really stuck.”

Draco looked up, his green eyes meeting hers with a mixture of amusement and genuine interest. But as their thighs connected, y/n felt a sudden electric pulse between them, and Draco’s reaction was immediate.

“Fuck,” he breathed, a hint of shock in his voice that both surprised and pleased y/n. She could see the way his cheeks flushed slightly; it was an endearing contrast to his usually composed demeanor.

Before either of them could process what had just happened, Draco snatched the papers from y/n’s hands with an impatient grace, tossing them onto the coffee table in front of them. His expression shifted to something more intense, a daring spark igniting in his gaze.

“Come here,” he said, his voice deep and commanding as he tugged her gently yet firmly, pulling her into his lap. y/n's heart raced as she settled against him, the heat radiating from his body enveloping her in a comforting embrace. With their faces just inches apart, an unspoken tension hung in the air, thick and palpable.

Without another word, Draco leaned in and captured her lips with his. The kiss was everything—passionate and tender all at once. y/n melted against him, feeling the world around them fade away, leaving just the two of them suspended in time. They kissed as if they were both savoring a long-lost moment, with Draco's hands cradling her face, his fingers threading through her curls.

After what felt like an eternity, they broke apart, breathless and flushed, the lingering heat of their kiss still electrifying the space between them. Draco looked into her eyes, his expression softening.

“Do you want to come up to my dorm?” he asked, his tone low, almost hesitant, as though he was waiting for her to affirm what he had just proposed.

“Yes,” y/n replied, her heart fluttering at the prospect. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Draco helped her off his lap, standing up and offering her his hand, a subtle smile gracing his lips. Their fingers intertwined as he led her toward the concealed entrance that led to the boys' dormitories, his grip firm and reassuring.

As they walked down the dimly lit corridor, anticipation hung in the air, each step bringing a mixture of excitement and nervousness. When they reached his door, Draco paused for a moment, looking down at her with a smirk that told her he was reveling in the moment.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice a low murmur laced with mischief. 

With a nod, he pushed the heavy wooden door open, the creaking sound echoing in the silent space beyond. The room smelled faintly of potions and leather, lined with neatly arranged books and an assortment of Quidditch posters. But before y/n could take in the surroundings, Draco spun them around, pressing her against the wall with a gentle yet firm tug.

“Hold still,” he commanded softly, pinning her hand above her head with one of his, a playful glint in his eyes. y/n's breath hitched at the suddenness of it all, the thrill of being at his mercy sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“Draco,” she breathed, her eyes wide with both surprise and delight.

“Just trust me,” he murmured, leaning closer, brushing his lips against hers once more. As their mouths moved together, he broke away long enough to glance into her eyes, his own filled with admiration. “You’re incredible, you know.”

y/n felt herself blush under his gaze, heat rising to her cheeks as he kissed her again, more fervently this time. The kiss deepened as he pressed her against the wall, his other hand finding her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She melted into him, the world outside of Draco’s dorm fading away, leaving just the two of them wrapped in their own budding reality.

With every gentle kiss and whispered word of praise, she felt cherished and adored, and for the first time in a long while, y/n allowed herself to truly embrace the moment, the feeling of being wanted—the sweetness of new love that stemmed from years of friendship, blossoming into something deeper, something undeniably cherished.

[zeciex]

Daenera's wedding dress descriptions:

Excerpts of A Vow:

The gown was undeniably beautiful, its wide, delicate neckline resting precariously on her shoulders as if it might slip away with the slightest movement. This delicate design lent her an air of fragility, as if she were a porcelain doll poised on the brink of breaking.

The neckline was adorned with intricate embroidery of intertwining vines. Green silk thread wove in elaborate patterns, spiraling around her and converging at her sternum before cascading down the center of the dress. Interspersed among these vines were delicate strands of silver and gold, catching the light with a subtle, shimmering brilliance. Tiny glass beads were interwoven into the embroidery, glinting and sparkling like drops of dew on a morning leaf. Pearls, reminiscent of the pale white baneberry she had hidden in the lavender sachet tucked in the pocket of her underdress, were scattered like berries among the vines.

The thought of the baneberries, hidden yet close at hand, stirred within Daenera a sense of comfort in their familiarity–and yet, this comfort was shadowed by a growing sense of dread. Her heart thrummed heavily against her ribcage. 

The intricate embroidery of green, gold, and silver vines continued down the long sleeves of her dress, trailing all the way to the floor. The sleeves, heavy with their opulent adornments, weighed down her arms. The inner lining of the sleeves were the same ivory of the dress, while the soft golden hue of the underdress contrasted with the delicate embroidery that adorned them.

And among all the vines, small dragons had been embroidered with silver thread, no bigger than dragonflies. 

Hair:

Her dark hair was elegantly swept away from her face and woven into two thick braids. The braids were then intricately pinned up to frame her face, their ends merging at the back of her head, woven into the fall of curls and waves that cascaded down her back. 

From the hair falling down her back, two substantial sections of her hair were split and draped over her shoulders, cascading down the front of her chest. These strands were adorned with three golden clamps set with shimmering emeralds, adding a decorative weight to the flowing hair. 

A delicate silver circlet adorned Daenera’s head, elegantly tracing the contours of her hairline as it was intricately woven into her hair. The circlet was graced with three gold roses in full bloom, the circlets silver and gold surfaces catching the sunlight with a radiant gleam. Simple gold earrings, each set with an emerald dangled just below her ears, occasionally brushing against her neck.

Lastly, a delicate veil was arranged around her, secured by two gold rose pins. The veil flowed down her back, its soft ivory fabric curving gently around her shoulders. Almost sheer, the veil was trimmed with threads of silver and gold, and its patterned surface caught the light in a mesmerizing way. Small beads embedded in the fabric sparked like dew catching the morning light.

At first, she was little more than a dark silhouette, swallowed up by the blinding light that streamed through the sept’s entrance. She was light refracted, a splintered, ruinous divinity–an image of a goddess, both unlovely and lovely, like a half-forgotten memory of something divine.

As they began their procession into the sept, following the stream of light pouring through the open doors, she seemed to absorb the light around her, drinking in the radiance. The beads on her gown shimmered like morning dew catching the first rays of the sun–she seemed like a star descended from the heavens to walk among them. Each step she took was accompanied by the soft whisper of her gown brushing against the floor, the sound resonating in the deep silence of the sept.

Daenera's wedding gown has the same silhouette as Alicent's in the Sept Scene with Rhaenyra. There's more fabric in the lower half of the dress, and more layers to give a fuller look. The ivory fabric of the outer dress matches beautifully with the golden undergown--that has the matching sleeves to Alicent's green ones. They have the same open sleeves of the outer dress, and the inside of those open sleeves are stitched with silver and gold thread, with beads stitched into the fabric. The embroidery is also the same, though there's white pearls as berries growing on the vines of green, silver and gold. And it is generally the same as Alicent's dress.

Daenera also have the same hair as seen on the picture, and the tiara is much the same, though only the bottom part with the three golden roses.

[magalidragon]

we will always have the weirwood tree | a Things We Left Behind AU | teaser

Broken men break women. Jon Snow was broken. And Daenerys Targaryen was beautiful.

Happy Birthday @youwerenevermine !

This is the long awaited Lucian x Sloane AU. It had everything you love and more. Enemies-to-Lovers, Grumpy x Sunshine, second chance romance, feral Jon, badass Dany….WE LOVE IT ALL!

As I have already said I didn’t finish the first chapter and decided to go all in and just give you the full 10k smut chapter 😂 But until then, here’s a big teaser.

LOVE YOU BESTIE AND HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY!!! 🥳 🎂 🎉 🎈 🎁 💕

Super sneak peek after the cut!

Jon took a deep breath and opened the door, unfolding himself from the Range Rover. A blast of frigid air pushed his coat back and he reached up to anxiously push back some of his unruly black curls. He didn't mind the cold; it suited him. He ignored buttoning up his coat and strode down the drive, crossed the yard, entered the godswood on one side, and went around the massive weirwood tree-- ignoring the worn branches that stepladdered up to the bay window that looked directly at his childhood bedroom-- out the back gate and around the edge of the house to the front porch.

He didn't even have his knuckles lifted to knock on the door when it exploded open and a silver-haired, elegantly coiffed man flew out, smacking into him. "Jon!"

"Vis," Jon sighed, patting the man's back. Vis was older than him by at least seven years, but there were times where he behaved far younger. He figured that he'd be a mess. Vis was never one to handle anything rationally or professionally. He carefully extricated himself while at the same time turning Vis around and marching him into the house. "You made it in alright?"

Vis wiped at his eyes, nodding. "Yes, the plane was a bloody nightmare, they wouldn't even bump me from business to first class, can you believe it? I didn't even get a lie-flat seat on the flight!"

"Sorry to hear, call me next time I would have had my plane get you."

A set of pale lilac eyes widened greedily, even through the grief etched on his thin, pointed face. "Oh? Well I will do that." He beckoned him into the house. "Come on in. We ordered pizza, but mine is without carbs."

Jon didn't even know what that was supposed to look or taste like. Ash, he expected, and he politely declined, holding his hand up even as Vis was trying to offer him a slice. "No thanks, I already ate."

A cool, icy voice floated down from the staircase behind him. "Don't you know Viserys, vampires don't eat actual food. He only drinks the blood of innocents."

<i>And there she was.</i>

He didn't even need to turn around. In fact, he thought if he did, his knees would either give out because of the intense <i>want</i> she invoked within him. Or he'd snap and say something he would regret because of the intense <i>fury</i> she also invoked in him. There had been no one in his life who could make him swing from emotion to emotion on either side of the pendulum except for her.

<i>Daenerys Targaryen</i>

Dany, to her friends. Satan's Majesty to him.

He held his breath, turning his head a fraction to glance at her, a bemused expression settling on his face. Tonight she wore fuzzy pink dragon slippers on her tiny feet, a pair of dragon scale-like leggings in vibrant purple, and an oversized Winterfell High Track and Field sweatshirt that had seen better days, the dark gray wolf mascot on the front almost white from so many washes. Her silver hair, the same shade as her brother's, was bound up in a variety of braided knots, some of it left loose to cascade over her shoulders. There were a few faded pink drinks within it, probably a remnant from an All Hallow's Eve costume a couple weeks ago.

Unlike her brother, her eyes were more vivid, lavender with a flame held over them. It matched the fire that was always bubbling under her surface, unleashed whenever she felt passionate about something. Which happened more often than not.

Daenerys was nothing, if not passionate.

Especially for the ones she loved.

And he hated her for it.

It was that same passion that betrayed him.

And he couldn't forgive that. Jon Snow <i>never</i> forgave and he <i>never</i> forgot.

Plus, she was the epitome of Before. And the reason for After.

The funny thing was, Dany frgave and forgot either. It made for some awkward encounters over the years. Encounters which always left him aching, wanting, sometimes <i>begging</i> for more. Things he had suppressed in himself over the years. Weaknesses. Failures. It was why he never came back here if he could help it and when he did, he tried to always avoid the house beside the weirwood tree.

Yet it seemed he'd been here more often than he ever had before, checking on things...on people. On Aemon.

Now Aemon was gone. But he as here, wasn't he? That's all Aemon could have hoped for at this rate. Even if he never had understood why his beloved great-niece and his beloved...whatever the fuck Jon was suddenly couldn't bear to be in the same room as each other without tearing each other's throats out.

He nodded to her. "Your majesty." He affected a fake bow, exaggerated and theatrical. He straightened, smirking at her, pushing down the surge of attraction. It seemed his body— notably his cock— had never received the memo that Daenerys Targaryen was off limits. She was the bane of his existence. She was the most obnoxious, annoying, infuriating, and downright ridiculous person he had ever met.

As she walked by, the top of her head barely at his eyesight, she scowled at him, giving him the finger. Her nails were purple with smiley faces on them. He hated them. "Fuck off, why are you even here? Vis, you know when you invite vampires into the house they can come in whenever they want."

[talia-rumlow]

Home Sweet Home (AU Brock Rumlow/OFC) Chapter Five

WORD COUNT: 4655

TRIGGERS: Mentions of sex, emotions, age-gap

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CHAPTER FIVE - SOMETHING NEW!

Calleigh feels utterly drained as she pulls up outside her father's three-story business building. Why do weekends have to end so quickly? And why does she feel like she's running on fumes? During the fifteen-minute drive from home to downtown Mansfield, she's dangerously close to rear-ending the car ahead, nearly misses a stop sign, signals in the wrong direction twice, and almost misses her exit. Dallas rush hour traffic doesn't help matters.

She sinks back into her seat, closing her eyes. This morning started off great. Well, apart from the rude awakening by the alarm. Everything else was perfect. Brock had already finished his morning routine when the alarm jolted her awake. She recalls the moment vividly, though part of her mind struggles to believe it.

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The loud annoying beeping from the alarm wakes Calleigh up, "Mmm, shut up," she mumbles, reaching for her phone on the nightstand.

"Morning, Princess," Brock whispers in her ear, wrapping an arm around her. "Breakfast is ready downstairs," his voice, deep and raspy yet tender, soothes her.

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She really needs to stop dwelling on him. But oh, this morning. If only every day could start like that. Though she could definitely do without today's horrendous drive to work.

Opening her eyes, she gazes at the building before her. The place that will likely be her workplace for the foreseeable future. Safe, but lacking in real excitement. The company is national, with offices across the country, but everything is controlled from this office. Maybe one day she could take the business international. Spend some time in Europe or Asia. With their existing deals with airline companies, expanding to other continents isn't out of the question.

With a sigh, she grabs her purse and steps out of her car, casting another glance at the building. It's modest, nothing flashy or extravagant, except for the rooftop terrace. The ground floor houses storage areas for both the company and Jack's rental storage business. It's Jack's way of asserting his authority to his dad, demonstrating that he's also in charge. Since the ground floor is twice the size of the rest of the building, Jack decided to build the terrace. It's a space where employees can unwind, with company BBQs, birthday celebrations, and the option for staff to host private events.

The second and third floor held the offices and conference rooms, the archives, the common room, the kitchen and the changing rooms. The kitchen was rarely used other than to make coffee and chit-chatting, but the common room was usually always buzzing with laughter and work related banter.

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Calleigh steps into the storage area, where she's met by the presence of Aisha, the receptionist, behind the expansive desk. Aisha possesses olive skin and deep brown eyes accentuated by thick lashes. Her soft tan hijab elegantly drapes over her hair, cascading under her chin and resting on the shoulders of her pristine white blazer. The hijab harmonizes with her dark emerald slacks and casual tee, seamlessly melding with her professional attire.

"Morning, Aisha," Calleigh greets as she enters, accepting the papers handed to her. "How was your weekend?" she inquires, glancing over the documents.

Aisha has been a part of Jack's team for several years, their paths crossing at a company-hosted benefit for refugees. Fate intervened when the computer system crashed that very day. Upon hearing Jack's frustrations, Aisha volunteered to troubleshoot. In a matter of hours, she resolved the entire system glitch. Impressed, Jack promptly offered her a job, and she's excelled ever since, becoming the linchpin that holds everything together. Calleigh marvels at how Aisha manages it all.

"Oh, you know, the usual hustle and bustle. With four kids and a husband, boredom isn't on my agenda," Aisha replies with a bright white smile.

Calleigh sends her a smile in return as she glances over the papers in her hand once again. Narrowing her brows when she sees that Karen Jessop is on the list of today's pick ups.

Karen was, as her name gave away, the biggest "Karen" in the area. No matter what happened around her, she managed to find a way to complain about it. None of the delivery personnel liked her, and some of them were even afraid of her. This was just what Calleigh needed on top of everything else.

"Really," she sighs, pointing to Karen's name. "Who's on shift at that time?" She asks, her voice hopeful and on the verge of begging.

"One sec," Aisha lifts a finger up, as she checks her screen. "Peterson, Lopata and Rosenthal," she continues as her eyes move across the screen in front of her.

"Oh, Jimenez isn't in today?" Calleigh questions.

Aisha shakes her head. "I approved his day off last week," she replies.

"Perfect..." Calleigh sighs. "Call him," she continued. Yes, it's his day off, but she needs him. Jimenez was the only person that could handle Karen. And he was the only person Karen could handle. Hopefully she won't complain today.

Aisha flashes her a begging face. "It's his day off, Calleigh," she replies.

"Full overtime, tell him he'll get full overtime. I'll clear it with my dad," Calleigh insists.

"And if he can't?" Aisha asks, lifting up her tablet.

"Just try, please. Full overtime," Calleigh repeats. Hoping beyond hope that he's available. "And he can get any other day off," she continues as she approaches the elevator.

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Brock greeted his receptionist Sarah with a warm smile and handed her a cup of coffee. "Morning, Sarah," he said.

"Morning, Brock. You look exceptionally happy today," the petite brunette replied, her brown eyes studying his face.

Sarah has been Brock's receptionist for about 5 years. They met through his sister Samantha, who had befriended Sarah in their maternity group. When Samantha told Brock about the sweet, single mom in the group who struggled to make ends meet with several underpaid jobs, he instantly felt for her. The fact that Sarah was also a computer wiz made hiring her an easy decision. Brock paid her more than he would typically pay a receptionist. Given his own background growing up in a single-parent household, he never hesitated to ensure Sarah was fairly compensated.

Brock replied with a smile, "Eh, you know me. Every Monday is a fresh start - a chance to make it a great week." It was nearly impossible for him to conceal his elation. Whenever he thought of Calleigh, his lips involuntarily curled into a smile that he couldn't suppress. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop himself from constantly thinking about her. In fact, he couldn't recall the last time he had felt this way.

He had been so nervous for that kiss. Almost to the point where he nearly refrained from the attempt. But he couldn't help himself, her lips looked so soft and warm. How could he not kiss them? And then, when she welcomed his advance, opening her mouth for him. Sweet Lord in the heavens. He knew, he already knew that he loved her. He loved her more than he'd ever loved a woman in his entire life. If fate was willing, he'd marry her.

When Saturday came to an end, Calleigh never let go of his hand as they walked upstairs. At first, he didn't know how to react. To be honest, he was afraid - afraid of having a nightmare or a panic attack, which were often triggered by situations or feelings beyond his control.

This newfound closeness with Calleigh was something he definitely couldn't control. But as he crawled up behind her, feeling her skin against his, all the horrors of his past seemed to disappear. He felt at home, safe, more at ease than he had been since first deploying to Afghanistan twenty-two years ago.

Yet, if he forced himself to be truly honest, he didn't know how to process or react to this unfamiliar sense of comfort and security. It felt scary, and on some levels it was. Calleigh was Jack's daughter, his only child. No matter how much he wanted to, that fact was impossible to get rid of. 

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Calleigh leaned back against her office door, taking in her familiar surroundings. To her left, her desk stood with her computer, her name plaque, some picture frames to make her office seem more like home, and a stack of papers. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases lined the wall behind the desk, filled with binders, books, and various memorabilia. To her right, the couch, table, and two recliners where she, Molly, and Jess often had lunch. A large screen TV, installed by Jack when she was younger, adorned the adjacent wall.

Calleigh had spent countless hours in this office, both as a child, and now after she started to work here, she knew it inside out. Yet, something felt different today. The vibrant painting above the couch, which had always struck her as flashing, now made sense in a way it never had before. For the first time since starting this job, she felt a sense of belonging.

This newfound feeling, however, left her unsettled. She couldn't quite put her finger on it - was she growing up? Becoming a woman? The transition felt strange, as if she were caught between her now slightly more experienced self and the inexperienced girl she once was. Navigating this shift in her identity was uncharted territory, leaving her uncertain on how to proceed.

She makes a mental note to ask Jess about this particular question. Molly and Jess had always been her 'go-to' people about everything. She can't remember ever telling any of her parents if she was in love. Jack would've given her the third degree about who,what,how and when, and then he probably would have given the guy the same third degree, scaring him off. And Genevieve, her mother. She would have rambled on about how to be careful, how to not let him hurt her, how to not, not, not. She knew her parents loved her, and that they only wanted her to be safe, but still. She felt she never got any real support, and that a lot of things in her life were about keeping her good name or names clean. It was like expected of her to marry someone who came from money, same as her. Not that either one of her parents would ever dictate who she married, she knew they both had expectations.

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Molly drummed her fingers impatiently on the rolling table they used for lunch deliveries. It was her turn to bring lunch today, but the delay was frustrating. Giving Jess a chance to sit down and assess Calleigh's facial expression before she arrived. Molly couldn't wait to find out what had happened after they left on Saturday. The group had exchanged messages on Sunday, but Calleigh had been brief, responding mostly with emojis and short phrases like "yes" or "you wish" to Jess' direct questions. Molly remembered how close Calleigh and Brock had been before Kilo interrupted them by the pool, so a kiss - or even several - didn't seem far-fetched. 

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Calleigh puts the papers down on her desk with a sigh. She just can't seem to focus today. Mondays were always a drag, but today it is more difficult to get things done. It's like nothing is getting through her brain. Well, nothing except for Brock. She has no problem thinking about him. His hazel brown eyes, his soft lips, his warm tongue, his hands on her. All of that is getting through, without any kind of filtering. Is she in love? She can't find the right answer to that question. All she knows is that she can't seem to get him out of her head. Maybe she was reading too much into it. But it can't be that either. With everything he said to her, she can't be reading too much into it. He called her princess. Jesus, Calleigh. She tells herself. With an exasperated sigh she lets her forehead fall down on the desk.

"Lunch is on the way," Jess' voice sounds all the way from the outside of her office.

Calleigh slowly lifts her head up. Molly and Jess are going to ask questions, and she has no idea how to answer them. This is one of those times when she's beyond thankful for Jess' quick wit. A facial expression, and Jess can probably answer all of the questions herself. "Lunch," Calleigh replies, almost without realizing that she's even talking.

"What happened to you?" Jess asks as she waves her hands in front of her face.

Calleigh opens her eyes. Oh great. The paper she doesn't understand a shit of is now stuck to her forehead. "Oh, this? Nothing," she replies as she puts the paper down on her desk again. "Where's Molls?" She adds, after making sure Molly isn't in her office.

"Mondays are Molly days. Which means that I get the 4-1-1 beforehand," Jesse proudly exclaimed as she takes a seat on the couch in the opposite corner of the office, and casually put her feet up on the armrest.

Calleigh lets out another sigh. Mondays. Yeah. Mondays were Molly's days to bring lunch. They always ordered lunch in to work. But someone had to make sure all the food arrived, and that everyone got what they had ordered. "Oh, yeah.. It's Monday today...," she replies as she sinks down in a chair opposite Jess.

"Wow.. Who put their tongue down your throat?" Jess laughs. "No, no, wait, wait, let me guess. It's a certain handsome mechanic isn't it?" she continues. "Mr. Brock Rumlow," she adds with a dramatic arm movement.

"Shush," Calleigh desperately waves her hand to make Jess stop. "I know that my dad isn't here right now. But he does own the place, and everybody knows him," she continues. Her heart is beating rapidly, rationally people would probably not catch on just from Jess mentioning him. But it just felt so... she can't even find the right words.

"But you did kiss him, right?" Jess continues, as she sits up.

"WHAT??!!??" Molly's voice sounds from the door. "You kissed him?" She continues as she closes the door.

Calleigh jumps from the voice behind her. "Jesus, Molls. Are you trying to kill me?" She says, taking a good look at the door, as to make sure it's actually closed. "A bit higher, and the delivery guys outside would've heard you," she adds.

"Oh come on, Calleigh. Mrs. Kensington isn't here, so we can talk freely," Jess informs, as she takes the take out box Molly hands her.

"Since when did that stop you, Jess," Molly argues, as she takes a seat next to Calleigh.

"Ok, shush. Both of you. Yes, we kissed, and please, please don't scream it out. I kinda want to be able to keep kissing him. And I can't do that if he's dead," Calleigh tells them, as she looks between them.

"Yeah, because that's easy to do. YOU KISSED BROCK!" Jess almost yells. Then she gets her composure back "I mean, you kissed Brock," she whispers.

"Yeah, Jess. It doesn't help to whisper it after you yelled it," Molly laughs. "Do I have to put duct tape over your mouth again?" She continues.

"Mhmh," Jess replies, pressing her lips together. "Imma eat my bacon burger. She's gonna talk," she adds, pointing at Calleigh.

The duck tape memory almost makes Calleigh forget what she was going to say. Molly was fifteen, and hopelessly in love with a guy. Jess of course wouldn't shut up about it. And the whole thing ended up with Molly duct taping her mouth shut. To no avail, the guy found out anyway. Calleigh can't help but laugh. God how childish they were back then. It's weird to think that it was only five - six years ago. And Friday was only two - three days ago. Man, how life can change in the blink of an eye.

"So," Jess gestures towards Calleigh, to get her to start to talk. "Tell us," she adds.

"Well, he kissed me," Calleigh looks between her friends. What more can she say? Should she reveal all the details? How it felt, what she thought. Does she even know what she thought? It feels like her head is in a big pink cloud, and she can't tell the difference between what happened and what didn't happen. Maybe it all was a dream.

"Where?" Molly asks, lifting her cup to her mouth and wrapping her lips around the straw.

Calleigh looks at her. What? Where? "On the lips?" She answers, it's more a question than an actual answer. She knows that's probably not what Molly meant, but her brain isn't working properly.

"No, no. Where?" She replies, sending Calleigh a teasing smile.

"In the pool," Calleigh breathes out as she thinks back to that moment in the pool. How amazing it was. How soft his lips felt on hers. How his tongue swirled around hers, tasting her.

"How did you end up--," Molly starts. But Calleigh cuts her off.

"In the kitchen," she continues, looking out in the air with dreamy eyes. "And in my bed....," she adds.

"HE WAS IN YOUR BED!!" Jess can't hide her enthusiasm. "Sorry, sorry," she says, lowering her voice to a whisper. "He was in your bed?"

"Mmmhhmmm," Calleigh replies, totally lost in the memories from this weekend. It wasn't like they planned for him to sleep next to her, it just kinda happened. She had fallen asleep in his lap during the movie, and when he woke her up it just felt natural for her to keep holding his hand all the way into her bed. They both had their clothes on. Or well, she slept in her sleep shorts and t-shirt, and he slept in his boxer briefs. Nothing happened, other than a kiss goodnight, and him giving her a kiss on the forehead before he left for his morning run.

Sunday was amazing, with sweet and tender kisses, soft touches and him looking at her like she was one of the seven wonders of the earth. No one had ever looked at her like that before. And for it to be Brock. She still couldn't believe that. It made her feel special. With Brock she was something more than just the daughter of a Rollins and a Lewis. She was more than just a heiress. With Brock, she was Calleigh.

“Hey, earth to Calleigh,” Jess waves her hand in front of Calleigh’s face. “What happened in your bed?” She asks, when Calleigh looks up at her. 

“Jessica!” Molly almost gasps. “You don't have to answer that, Calleigh!” She continues with an understanding head tilt to Calleigh, followed by a stern look at Jess. 

“Hey!” Jess cuts her off before she can say anything else. “That's unfair,” she continues with a theatrical pout. “I told you guys about me and Ben,” she finishes her little speech by placing her half eaten burger back in the box, and folding her arms over her chest. 

“Errr,” Calleigh finally shoots in.  “Correction,” she says, sending Jess a friendly smile, and lifting her finger up in the air. “It was actually Ben, who told everyone about that,” she laughs. 

Ben fucking Caplan, the first guy Jess slept with. He was in Jess history class, and the two of them really hit it off. Or so Jess thought. Ben turned out to be the BIGGEST fuck-boy out there. As soon as he had spent a night in bed with Jess, he stopped talking to her. But he really didn't stop talking ABOUT her. He was so vocal about his adventures with Jess, that he might as well shared it over the school's intercom. And he straight out bragged about how he deflowered Jess. Now, that was something he shouldn't have done. Although Jess was hurt by his childish bragging, she did show him why you should never mess with Jess; Because she lashed back. “He just gave me all the power in the world,” she had said. And then, she kept going on about how tiny he was, and that he couldn't even get it up at first. Words like flaccid and magnifying glass were used, and Ben's reputation never recovered; not even to this day it had. Calleigh didn't even know if he got any girls after that. But she was on Jess’ side anyway, and Ben deserved it; he really did. 

“I told you about Ben,” Jess argues. Leaning back on the couch, arms still folded over her chest. 

“Yes, you did,” Molly chuckles. “But we already knew then,” she continues, before both her and Calleigh burst into laughter. 

It was good to be able to think back to the good old days. Jess was 16 back then, while Molly and Calleigh were both 14. Calleigh enjoyed those memories. Those memories she got before she was forced to relocate to New York. Even though she was back now, she couldn't shake off the fact that she missed so much time. Those four last years of school. Years she should've had with Jess and Molly. Important years. Instead she had four years in New York, without her two best friends. Four years collecting memories she desperately tried to hide from every single person she trusted. No one knew, except her. And she was determined to keep it that way. She didn't want the miscommunicated understanding or the ‘I'm sorry’ head tilts, and she really didn't want Jack's rage. It wasn't only that she didn't want to tell; She couldn't tell. 

“Okay, okay,” Jess tosses her hands up. “I know,” she continues with a smile. She couldn't help it, thinking back to the Ben thing was undeniably funny. “It's just that I don't think Brock will be as vocal about this,” she finishes, raising her eyebrows as she grabs her burger again. 

“No. No he won't,” Calleigh tries to stop laughing as she shakes her head at Jess. 

“Mmmhrrmm,” Jess chews as fast as she can, trying to deliver her next line. “I know,” she manages to push out as she chews. “That's why I have to hear it from yohuhu,” she finally finishes, almost jumping up and down on the couch from excitement. 

Molly's teasing remark breaks the silence. "It's been a while, huh?" She knows this isn't their usual conversation, but with her ecstatic friend, it's the only way she can avoid turning into a blushing mess.

When Molly reflects on how different the three of them are, it's almost unbelievable they've become so close. They grew up in similar circumstances - affluent families, private school, same neighborhood. Yet, they're like night and day. Molly is the shy, quiet one, sometimes apologizing for her own existence. Jessica is bluntly straightforward. And Calleigh is the proper one.

Molly remembers the afternoons spent at Calleigh's, where homework had to be completed the moment they arrived, and checked before any playtime. Molly's own mother, a busy trauma surgeon, couldn't be as strict after Molly's father passed away. Thankfully, Molly had Jack, a second father figure, to rely on. She didn't even care that he was so strict. 

Jess takes a deep breath. “Way too long, Molls,” she breathes out. “But that's beside the point. I want to know how long it's been for her,” she continues, pointing her burger at Calleigh. 

Calleigh looks from the burger to Jess, before sighing. “Since never,” she replies. “And when did you become so interested in my non-existent sex life?” She continues, tilting her head slightly. She couldn't help it, the look on Jess’ face was priceless; almost to the point where she's regretting not bringing a video camera to work. 

“Oh, no no,” Jess exclaimes, before taking another bite of her burger. “Brock's,” she continued through her mouthful. 

“You should ask him then,” Molly smiles as she puts the last piece of her chicken wrap into her mouth. She rarely entered conversations like this one. Usually she just listened and only answered if or when asked. But this was just too juicy and too big for her to shut up about.

“Are you crazy?” Jess almost screams the words out. And it looks like she just received news about little green men taking over congress or something. “He's a grown up!” She continues. “You don't ask grown ups about their sex life,” she finishes with a series of deep breaths, like she just ran a marathon. 

"Didn't you just ask Calleigh about Brock's sex life?” Molly chuckles. It's not often Jess is the one to blush, and she wants to make the best of this situation. 

“Nope,” Jess casually replies when she regains her composure. “I asked Calleigh about her sex life, which incidentally are intertwined with Brocks these days,” she continues, putting on a happy and satisfied look. 

Calleigh can't help but chuckle at the friendly banter. “Sorry to disappoint you Jess,” she tells her friend, shaking her head. “There's no sex life,” she continues with another chuckle. “He just slept next to me,” she finishes; throwing her take out box towards the trash can. She misses by a landslide. “Good thing I'm not a basketball player,” she breathes out, as she gets up to collect the box from the floor. 

“But, you were naked?” Jess continues with a friendly laugh, showing that the question wasn't all that serious. 

Calleigh takes a quick glance at the time confirming that lunchtime is over. Without exchanging any words, she looks at Jess and points to her wrist. 

“Shit!” Molly gasps, almost jumping up from the chair. “I have so much to do, and I have no idea how to do it, or where to start,” she sighs. 

“Didn't you just have a masterclass in Seattle?” Calleigh questions. Not realizing that Molly came back from Seattle two days before the class was over. 

“Where were you this weekend?” Molly replies, sending Calleigh a teasing look. “Because I'm pretty sure both me and Jess were having pizza at your place. And I think I remember you there as well,” she continues. 

“Oh, God. Molls I'm sorry. I.. I'm just not in my head these days,” Calleigh replies. Jesus, did the whole weekend pass by without her being aware of what was happening?

“You're forgiven. I'm just happy that I didn't have to spend my weekend with Mrs. Kensington as she was sharing her wisdom with the younger generation,” Molly delivers the Mrs. Kensington part in a condescending tone. 

Calleigh sends Molly an understanding nod. “You're really happy she's not here, aren't you?” She asks. 

“Extremely,” Molly replies, well aware that Mrs. Kensington would return in a couple of days, and that the office would go back to normal, with the senior manager and her nagging about every little detail. 

“I'm pretty sure they were naked,” Jess shoots in with another laugh as they exit the office.  

“Fine, we were naked,” Calleigh laughs back with a head tilt. “You're never gonna let this go are ya’?” She continues.

“Not until I get the information I want,” Jess replies as she walks down the hallway with Molly. “And I can hear that you're lying by the tone of your voice,” she continues. 

Calleigh leans against the doorframe. Naked Brock. Naked Brock in her bed. She can't help but wonder how that would feel like. Oh, God! It's Brock. Her heart starts to beat rapidly when she thinks about that. She would fall in love at one point in her life. She knew that. And her parents, though they probably prefer her to be single forever, obviously understood that too. But for her to fall in love with Brock, if that's what this was. That wasn't something any of them were prepared for. That wasn't even something that had crossed any of their minds, for even a second. Brock. Just why did it have to be Brock?

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Oh, my apologies! I should have been more specific! Could I request Power with a female reader who is obsessed with cute things (plushies, bows, cats, kawaii fashion, etc.)? I hope this is specific enough, please let me know if you need more details!

PRIMA DONNA

Pairing: Power/Female Reader

Summary: During a chance encounter at a farmers market, Power accuses you of being a witch due to your fashion style. Aki apologizes for Power's behavior and invites you to join them, and you happily accept. As you spend the day together, Aki and Denji go shopping while you accompany Power. You both decide to leave together and stumble upon an arcade. You guide Power through various games, teasing each other along the way. Aki and Denji eventually find you both working together, attempting to win a stuffed plush.

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A/N: no worries. thank you for requesting.

i primarily based the reader’s personality on fischl from genshin impact, however her style is based sorta on celestial from daganrompa. first time writing power so…

WORD COUNT // 2203 words

CSM TAGLIST: n/a

"WITCH!" Power exclaimed, her finger accusingly aimed in your direction. Gasps of astonishment escaped her lips as she openly gazed at you, causing passersby to turn their heads and fix their curious gazes upon you, drawing even more attention to your presence on the street.

Aki, Power, and Denji were enjoying their rare day off, strolling through the bustling city streets. However, to their astonishment, they unexpectedly stumbled upon you—a fellow devil hunter from Special Division 4—at the nearby farmers market. The market was a delightful treasure trove, brimming with homemade delicacies and charming discoveries. Power, in particular, had never before seen you outside the confines of your standard work uniform.

Thus the dramatic reaction.

You were dressed in an elegant ensemble that exuded a unique charm. A pristine white blouse adorned your upper body, featuring a long-point collar that added a touch of sophistication. Over the blouse, you wore a sleek black jacket, accentuated by delicate white ribbon lacing that gracefully cascaded down the sleeves.

A simple white ribbon was fastened across your chest, revealing a delightful pink tie, adding a pop of color to the canvas that was your outfit.

Your skirt, a masterpiece of design, boasted multiple tiers and intricate white lace embellishments. It swirled around you as you walked, creating an ethereal effect. Completing the look, you wore pink knee-high stockings, adorned with delicate ladder lace, and on each stocking, a contrasting black ribbon accentuated its charm.

Your feet were adorned with black Mary Janes, featuring a sturdy heel and secured by three dainty pink buckles.

A white lace headband adorned your hair, adding a touch of whimsy to your overall appearance. Hanging gracefully on your shoulder was a plush Kuromi purse, adding a playful element. Lastly, in your hand, you held a striking black fan, ready to create a gentle breeze whenever needed.

"With utmost confidence, my fashion transcends all others," you declared, elegantly unfurling your fan to delicately conceal the bottom half of your face.

“Clearly, it is a sight to behold.”

"You speak falsely, mortal! You merely appear to me as a witch." Power accused, her tone sharp and accusing.

In response, you swiftly closed your fan, a subtle gesture accompanying your retort. "Your commentary is as abhorrent as your attire," you calmly replied, the disdain evident in your voice.

Aki sighed. "My apologies, ______-san," he offered, his tone carrying a tinge of sincerity. Despite your eccentricities, he felt compelled to apologize on behalf of Power's words.

Denji's words however drowned this apology, his astonishment evident as he witnessed your unusual choice of attire, having also only seen you in your devil-hunting suit. "You mean you actually go shopping like that? In public?" he blurted out, pointing at the shopping bag nestled in your free hand, just behind your skirt.

A playful smile formed on your lips as you scrunched your face. "Indeed I do," you confirmed, unapologetically embracing your distinctive fashion sense. You then struck a pose, exuding confidence. "Behold and appreciate my eleganza!" you proclaimed, basking in your own style.

“…”

The group fell into an eerie silence as the three devil hunters stared at you, their expressions a mix of disbelief and skepticism. However, their lack of response did little to dampen your unwavering haughtiness.

Breaking the tension, Aki sighed and massaged his temples, clearly conflicted. "Would you... consider joining us?" he finally asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

With grace, you held your bag and fan before you, exuding an air of elegance. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you responded, "I would be absolutely delighted."

"Damn witch," Power muttered under her breath.

With a nod of agreement, you joined the trio on their shopping excursion, immersing yourself in their company. As the day progressed, you found yourself engaged in lively banter with Power, exchanging playful remarks and sharing laughter. Denji, on the other hand, seemed still engross by your attire, continuously pointing out and admiring the intricate details of your skirts and frills. Although it amused you, you gracefully dodged his attempts to touch them, preserving their delicate elegance.

Power, true to her nature, persisted in calling you a witch. However, you quickly grew accustomed to her bratty remarks, letting them slide off you like water off a duck's back. It became clear that her words held little effect on your spirits, as you remained undeterred and confident in your fashion.

After one of many, you all arrived at a clothing store, and Aki took on the responsibility of helping Denji find suitable attire. As they disappeared inside, Aki turned to you and made a request. "Denji and I will be inside. _____-san, can I please ask you to watch over Power?"

You placed a hand over your heart, a gesture of assurance. "With utmost confidence, you can count on me."

With a nod, trusting your sincerity, Aki and Denji ventured into the store, leaving you and Power outside. As minutes ticked by, it became evident that Power's patience was wearing thin. After only ten minutes of waiting, she began to fidget restlessly, unable to stay still.

“This is a bore!” Power's outburst drew attention from the surrounding people, their curious gazes fixed upon you two. However, you remained unfazed by the scrutiny, gracefully embracing the attention that came your way.

"Blood fiend, your sentiments resonate with me," you responded calmly, acknowledging Power's boredom. "However, I made a promise to Hayakawa to watch you."

Power tilted her chin, contemplating your words. "Or... we could leave this domain together. In doing so, you would still fulfill your promise of keeping an eye on me. Yes! I am a genius!"

You pondered for a moment, considering Power's proposition. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you replied, "Hm, you make a compelling argument. Let us embark on a leisurely stroll through the various shops, shall we? I'm sure we'll find something to pique our interests."

With each step along the bustling streets, you and Power indulged in the simple pleasure of exploration, not particularly focused on buying anything. However, Power's impulsive nature led her to touch nearly every item she came across, prompting you to swiftly reprimand her by slapping her wrist with your fan and displaying your devil hunter ID to ease each shop owners worries of the fiend.

As you continued your leisurely stroll, your eyes alighted upon a storefront that sparked a genuine smile upon your lips."Oh my, an arcade!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with delight. "Truly a haven for joy and amusement. Let us enter and immerse ourselves in its enchantment."

Power's eyes widened with excitement as she eagerly agreed, and together you made your way towards the arcade, ready to embrace the allure of games and fun.

As you gazed into the arcade, memories of your own past flooded your mind. “I spent a majority of my upcoming in arcades like this one,” you shared, a touch of nostalgia coloring your voice. With a gentle chuckle, you elegantly held your cheek, reflecting on those days. "My entire allowance was blissfully squandered on these captivating machines," you admitted, your tone filled with fondness.

Power, always quick to assert her skills, pointed at herself with a smug smirk, showcasing her razor-sharp teeth. "Well, I, Power, am a master of these children games," she proclaimed proudly. "So skilled, in fact, that I can make children wet their pants in awe! Ha!”

You raised an impressed eyebrow, acknowledging her claim. "Impressive, indeed," you remarked.

After presenting your devil hunter ID to the arcade owner, granting you both access, you took on the role of Power's guide, showing her the ropes in various games. Despite her earlier claims of mastery, Power proved to be less skilled than she had initially boasted, resulting in a fair share of playful teasing and laughter between the two of you. As you moved from one game to another, honing your own skills and sharing in the joy of friendly competition, you momentarily lost sight of Power. However, it didn't take long for you to spot her standing near a machine that seemed strangely deserted, devoid of any other players.

"That object bears a striking resemblance to Meowy!" Power exclaimed excitedly, her face pressed against the glass of some claw machine in the corner.

With a graceful stride, you approached to get a better view, the click of your heels echoing through the room. You placed your shopping bag to the ground as you stared inside. The machine held an assortment of stuffed cats, each in various sizes and colors. However, it was the white one with a small splotch of brown between it’s triangle ears that had Power completely captivated.

"A claw machine, my eternal nemesis," you remarked, a touch of elegance in your voice.

Power scowled in agreement. "Indeed, mine as well. The machine has eaten all my loot."

“It is quite…kawaii.” A flick of your fan caused a sharp rustling sound, drawing the attention of those around you. "Together, we shall vanquish this common adversary!" you declared, quickly pulling out your coin purse.

Two hours then passed, along with an abundance of money, and Aki and Denji finally found you both after tirelessly searching since the sun had now set. Aki had intended to deliver a stern lecture, primarily directed at you, considering your competence. However, upon witnessing both of you engrossed in a claw machine game, shoulder to shoulder, his frustration seemed to melt away.

Denji, on the other hand, found the whole situation rather foolish. With a real cat waiting at home, he couldn't comprehend why you both were expending so much energy to acquire a mere stuffed feline. Nevertheless, your determination remained unwavering.

“The treasure must be acquired!” you both argued.

As another ten minutes ticked by, Denji's impatience mirrored Power's, and he couldn't resist giving the claw machine a try himself. However, luck was not on his side, and he ended up losing all his money in his failed attempts. Consumed by anger, he unleashed a forceful punch that shattered the glass barrier. Nonchalantly, he shrugged his shoulders, seemingly unaffected by the act of violence.

"See? Easy!" Denji declared, flicking off the droplets of blood oozing from his fist. With an astonishing display of resilience, he effortlessly removed the shards of glass from his hand, exhibiting no signs of pain or distress.

“VICTORY IS OURS!” Power exclaimed triumphantly, seizing the Meowy plush through the shattered glass.

"What an elegant performance!" you chimed in, gracefully retrieving another plush resembling Meowy.

The deafening crash of shattered glass drew the attention of the claw machine owner, who hurriedly made their way toward the commotion. Their face contorted with a mix of disbelief and fury as they confronted the scene unfolding before them. "What the hell are you doing?!" the owner's voice boomed with anger, resonating through the air.

Their eyes darted from the broken glass to Denji, still standing amidst the aftermath of his impulsive act. The owner's tone carried a blend of disbelief, frustration, and concern for their damaged property.

Aki, caught off guard by the sudden confrontation, struggled to form a coherent response. His mind raced, desperately searching for the right words to defuse the situation. However, the weight of the situation and the owner's stern gaze seemed to render him speechless. His mouth opened and closed, but no words emerged, leaving him in a state of bewildered silence.

As the sun set, casting its golden glow over the horizon, the group of devil hunters began their departure, steadily walking into the distance. Power's exuberant voice rang out triumphantly, her arm thrusting the Meowy Junior plush high above her head. "Bow down to the mighty Meowy Junior!" she declared with a mix of jubilation and playful bravado, reveling in the victory of their claw machine conquest.

Meanwhile, you held your Meowy cat plush close to your heart. You glanced at the blood fiend and a surge of affection washed over you, embracing you in a wave of warmth. Denji and Aki gallantly shouldered the burden of the shopping bags, with Aki taking the extra load of yours. A gentle smile bloomed on your face, captivated by the exquisite craftsmanship that adorned the plush companion.

"Hayakawa, isn't this little cutie just absolutely adorable?" you whispered, your voice filled with fondness and delight. "What a delightful outing we've had!" You reveled in the joyous atmosphere, relishing the camaraderie and the simple pleasures of the day's adventure.

Aki's face contorted into a displeased frown, radiating an unmistakable sense of anger. Dealing with Power and Denji alone was already challenging enough, and your absence of support only compounded his frustration. It was difficult for him to grasp the fact that he had been banned from the arcade and was now obligated to pay the damages.

Admittedly, you had offered to split the cost, but regardless, Aki had resolved in his mind that the next time he crossed paths with you in public, he would not approach.

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