#he's blushing in his mind palace

[esoteric-choleric]

Only good thing Uprising did is canonize that Hermann is the one who's pining

[luveline]

jadey, could I request some hurt/comfort with hangman (or Steve or Eddie if you’d prefer) where he asks reader out and they’re like “are you sure this isn’t a joke? or a prank? or a bad decision you’ll regret tomorrow?”? and he’s really sweet and kind about it? cause ngl with how shitty my dating life’s been so far, any man that approaches me with romantic intent is gonna have to do so with the same gentleness and tact as someone who rescues and rehabilitates neglected dogs.

“Look out,” Liv says, nodding toward the front of the arcade and then quickly turning away, “Harrington’s back.”

Why she says it like a chore you’ve no idea. You hurry to clip your mirror compact closed and shove it under the desk into a bucket of Chinese finger traps and pencil toppers. You look ridiculous in your polo with your Palace nametag taking up a solid two inches of your chest, but Steve Harrington used to wear a little sailor’s uniform with tiny teeny shorts, so perhaps he doesn’t hold it against you. You really hope he doesn’t. 

Steve looks less smiley than usual —he isn’t surrounded by his troupe of friends, the younger kids, Nancy Wheeler’s brother and the gaggle of dorks that keeps getting bigger. He pretends they piss him off and sometimes they really do, but when Max needs to go stand outside for a minute he always goes with her, and when Dustin flinches at a seriously loud noise, he clasps the boy by the shoulder and tells him it’s alright. He clearly doesn’t mind that he’s inherited a brood of younger siblings.

But today he’s frowning, nearly, something steeled about him as he stops at the desk. You smile carefully and he smiles back, but it quickly fades as he opens his mouth. For a second, nothing comes out. 

“Hi,” he says finally. 

“Hi, Steve.” 

“How are you?” 

“I’m good, yeah. Thank you.” You raise your eyebrows. “How are you?” 

“Nervous.” He scratches the back of his neck, peeking quickly down at his hand and then wiping it roughly into his thigh. “Shit. Listen, I think you’re so pretty, and I practised this part in my head but it’s not– I got another look at you as I was coming in and I forgot what I was gonna say.”

You don’t mean to ask, but, “You think I’m pretty?” 

“It’s dire,” he says seriously, hair flopping into his eyes and half-heartedly batted away. “You’re beautiful.” 

He says it so simply, it doesn’t compute. 

“Oh. Well, thank you,” you say softly. 

“Shit.” Steve shoots a look at the door. You follow his gaze, wondering what the hell he’s looking at. Did he bring somebody with him?

“Steve, are you okay?” 

“That’s why. This is why I’m– I’m fucking up monumentally. I didn’t think I’d be nervous. Like, sure, I felt like I was gonna throw up all morning but I’m usually better at the asking part.” Steve straightens up. A light beige polo is neatly buttoned at his neck, and his hair looks nicer than most days, super shiny under the overhead. When he turns to you, the red light coming off of Dig-Dug paints him with a pink hue, emphasising the dash of blush filling the tops of his ears. “You wouldn’t want to hang out some time, would you? Or– shit. I don’t want to hang out. I do, but– Do you want to go on a date?” 

“With you?” 

He winces. “With me, yeah.” 

You’re quiet for so long it makes you both uncomfortable. Slowly, Steve’s face starts to lose the squirmy nervousness he’d brought in with him, and a familiar softness fills his eyes, his brows pinching at their starts, lips pursed. 

“You look upset,” he says. 

In the tens of times you’ve seen Steve Harrington come in here, and the fewer times he’s come up to the desk to talk, you can’t confess to thinking he’d ever ask you that. You’d imagined it once, how he’d lean against the display of teddy bears and smile at you just so, like you already knew what he wanted. 

“No,” you say, watching his expression for some sign that this is a trick. It doesn’t seem like it is. You can’t say you think he’d be that cruel, but you can’t not ask, either. “I’m wondering if this is a joke.” 

“A joke? No.” Steve frowns. “Did someone do that before?” 

“Just doesn’t make any sense.”

Steve is a nice guy. He’s asked you so many questions about yourself you can’t remember what he knows and what he doesn’t, but you aren’t eager to tell him why you think what you’re thinking now. 

You shy away from him, letting your eyes fall to the pencil erasers. 

“Hey,” he says softly, reaching across the desk without touching you, “hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m not kidding around, I’ve wanted to ask you out for ages, but I– guess I thought this would go better if I waited. You don’t have to say yes.” 

“You really want to go on a date with me?”

“Yeah, I do.” 

“You swear?” 

“I swear. I mean, duh. Who wouldn’t want to go on a date with you? I sort of wake up thinking about you.”

Your eyes fly to his face. “What?” 

“Not in like, a loser way. In a cool way.” 

You still don’t really believe Steve wants to take you on a date until he’s knocking on your door, 7PM sharp, handing you a bouquet of twelve red roses and a hopeful smile. “Told you,” he says, grinning as you step down onto the path with him, something you recognise as nervousness in his smile, but elation, too, “Jesus, I knew you’d look pretty, but this is just something else. Who wouldn’t want to take you out?” 

You hit him very gently with the flowers. “Stop.” 

He grins. “No. Don’t think I will, babe.” 

[eraenaa]

Gold Rush

Aemond Targaryen x Lannister Reader Tag List

Synopsis: Everybody wants you, and I don’t like a gold rush.

Warnings: Enemies to Lovers, Mutual Pinning, Jealousy ¿Simp Aemond?, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, P in V sex, Face Sitting, Not Proofread 

Word Count: 7, 912 (I may have overindulged) 

Beauty worth their weight in gold, and it’s the greatest blessing from the gods that you have both. The only child of Lord Lannister. Spoiled and sheltered, you had never known hardships or troubles. Pampered in the halls of Casterly Rock or anywhere you go. You leave a trail of mystification, enchantment, and adoration. Suitors line up and beg to pay you tribute. Songs and sonnets are made just to entertain and encapsulate the beauty and purity you have for centuries to come. Commoners and Lords offer their lands, riches, and allegiance just to have your hand, and now, a certain prince dared to join. 

When the words slipped out of your uncle’s lips that you should join your father in his visit to the capital, the Red Keep was abuzz with curiosity. The Golden Beauty of the realm shall grace their presence. They shall finally see and admire the being that has been coveted and praised for years. Prince Aegon was excited, to say in the least. He has been curious and titillated by your said charms ever since poets decided to write nothing about the allure and trance you placed upon men by just one look of your emerald eyes. His brother found it as a hoax. He frowned at how they exalt your name and praise you as if you were The Maiden Herself when, in reality, they only read or hear of you. He would scoff to himself every time his brother would reread the songs made in your name. He would roll his eye every time he heard gossip and talk about you from the maids and knights. He was certain that this popularity and recognition had only made you egotistical and vain— a judgment made and solidified in him despite not having known or met you. 

When the day of your arrival came, his older brother was the first to greet you, whilst Prince Aemond stood by the window and watched from afar. He frowned upon Aegon’s actions greatly, paying recognition to a girl whilst ignoring his wife, but alas, his brother could not be reasoned to nor be persuaded to do his duty. Aegon was always easily swayed and distracted by a pretty face, and with beauty such as yours, the queen’s first son had turned simple. Aemond rolled his eye as he stood by the balcony, watching his brother tour you through the gardens. Aegon displayed a beaming smile and an odd blush on his face as if he were the maiden and not yourself. You simply kept a small, pleasing grin on your lips as the eldest prince kept on speaking and offering you flattery and compliments, trying to ignore the feeling of a gaze following you ever since you entered the palace walls. 

You set your gaze above, catching the lone lilac eye of a second silver prince. You held his gaze, which showed contempt and agitation you did not know the reason for. When Prince Aegon had noticed your attention had shifted, he cast his eyes above only to see his brother with his brooding demeanor, almost scowling at the two of you. “That is only my bitter brother, Aemond. Pay him no mind, my lady,” Prince Aegon stated and offered his arm for you to take. Your eyes shifted between the two princes, quickly curtsying towards the one who stood above and the took hold of his brother’s arm before he hurriedly escorted you out of sight of the younger prince. 

You were soon introduced to the princess, the wife of the elder prince. The princess’ presence you then favored instead of her husband, who had a gown quite… touchy and clingy. You stood next to the princess, who introduced you to her adorable children, babes tugging at the hem of your gown and pleading with you with their big violet eyes to carry them. Your heart grew soft and took the little Prince Maelor into your arms, smiling widely as the babe clung to your neck and buried his adorable face into your hair. “My son has taken quite a liking to you… he is most fastidious to other’s presence, my lady,” The princess smiled. “He is simply adorable, Your Highness,” You say and brush the silver hair of the babe. “He is… he quite reminds me of my younger brother when we were children,” The princess mused, her voice afar with nostalgia. 

“Have you been introduced?” The princess then asked, “To whom?” You inquired, distracted by the babe who shifted in your arms. “To—Ah, Aemond! We were just talking about you,” the princess then exclaimed, the silver prince standing by the door. You turned your gaze to the prince you had not been introduced to yet formally. “Lady Lannister, my brother, Aemond,” The princess introduced, and you curtsied since more at the one-eyed prince while having his nephew in his arms. You hindered your frown as he said no word, only simply giving a nod and the action of his lips thinning. 

“I was just telling Lady Lannister how much Maelor resembles you when we were younger,” the princess smiled. You turned to the prince, who tried to give his sister a small smile but looked more like a grimace. “The young prince is quite charming,” You smiled and turned to the prince, who stood before you, stiff and brooding. Aemond clenched his jaw as his eye caught yours once more; you are not at all chaste nor demure in the presence of royalty as any young lady should ought to be. You were perfectly comfortable taking a member of the royal family into your arms as if you were equal in rank. Aemond seemed to stand uncorrected with his early judgment of you. 

“She is quite handsome… I always thought the songs they made were an exaggeration, but it seems to not do her justice,” Aemond heard his mother whisper to his sister, quite entranced by your beauty, and it would seem as would everyone present at the dinner table. Princess Helaena generously invited you to their intimate family dinner. His hand clenched around his chalice of wine as his brother shamelessly leaned closer to you and whispered something in your ear to cause a sweet, amused smile to play on your lips. “Are you not bothered by this?” Aemond could not help but as his sister. “About about what, brother?” Helaena asked, clueless and concerned by the agitated state of her younger brother. 

“Lady Lannister, we are most glad that you are finally here to accompany your father,” the queen said, not allowing Aemond to answer his sister’s query. “Thank you, your Majesty. You have all been so welcoming to my presence.” You smiled and could not help but let your gaze travel to the one-eyed prince, whose contempt had been nothing but plain and quite obvious. “Of course, the golden beauty of the realm is most welcome here indeed,” Aegon then chimed in. “But may I ask why it is only now that you join your father to the capitol?” The queen inquired; your gaze flew around the table, eyes expecting your answer, except for the lilac gaze of the younger prince, who stared steely and harshly at his plate. “Oh… it is because my father and uncle wishes for me to be acquainted with the court… for they are planning for me to marry soon, your Grace,” You said truthfully. That is when you feel a lone eye finally place itself upon your frame. 

The queen hummed and looked not at all shocked by your admittance; her children, however, shared different expressions from what you could read. The princess simply nodded with a ghost of a smile on her lips. The prince beside you seemed surprised and, dare you say, disappointed by your purpose of coming. And the prince across from you seemed… you could not decipher his reaction through his hard gaze. 

When morning came, you were pleased to receive an invitation from the princess to join her in the gardens to break your fast. You followed a squire, and you were led to a table surrounded by flowers and greenery, three children of the crown waiting for you. A pleasing princess and her brothers, one stoic, the other drunken. “Good morning, Your Highnesses,” You greeted and bowed, surprised as the young prince stood and matched your curtsy, moving to assist you to assist you to a seat across from him. You try not to over-analyze his actions; just hours before, he seemed disinterested in you— animosity was heavy around him. However, now, there seemed to be an air of civility surrounding him. 

“What are your engagements today, my lady?” Princess Helaena asked as she sipped on her tea, you stirred yours and replied. “My father was planning to introduce me to some of the members of the court,” You say and turn to acquire the last piece of candied lemon. “Some suitors?” The princess asked, her brothers not at all joining in the conversation, merely sitting around the two of you as if they were dolls. “I am not quite certain, princess,” You say and let your gaze travel to Prince Aemond, who stared at the candied lemon on your plate. 

“Do you have a favorite among them?” Prince Aegon then inquired; you frowned at his question. “I beg your pardon?” You asked for clarification. “Does any of your suitors hold great favor with you?” He said and took a chalice into his hand so early in the morning. “I have still yet to meet them, my prince… but I was told that Lord Arryn’s son was quite handsome, and many ladies of the court seem to favor him,” You answered but was turned to the princess, the topic seemingly more appropriate for the two of you. “Ah, yes, handsome Lord Henry,” Princess Helaena said in recognition, “It is true that he is comely. However, I heard he is one to wander,” The princess said delicately. Confusion painted your face once more, and it was the second prince who clarified, 

“Lord Henry is quietly known for his depravity,” Prince Aemond said, making your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Like our brother Aegon,” he added, smirking as that earned a giggle from his sister. “I think it would best if you stay far from the son of Lord Arryn,” The princess said, and you nodded along. 

You spent the day being introduced to Lords and Ladies of the Court, but more specifically, their sons. You felt the constant drone of a gaze following you as you conversed with the prospects of your hand. Their faces seemingly merged, and their names eluded you, so you could only offer them your pleasing smile and mindless small talk and keep your hand on their arm. 

“Do you not have to train, brother?” Helaena then appeared beside Aemond, who was hidden behind a pillar, as he observed you being acquainted with the eligible sons of the court. Helaena held a cheeky smile as she caught his brother’s actions. You had only arrived yesterday, and the princess was already certain that you had caught the attention of her enigmatic brother. It was plain to her the attraction and curiosity Aemond harbored for the golden beauty of the realm, even long before you arrived. Yes, the One-Eyed prince would scoff when his eye would catch anyone reading a pamphlet containing the written songs in your name. Still, Helaena noted that he was the first one to acquire the said pamphlets, religiously reading them until Aegon caught wind of a lioness whose beauty was hidden in Casterly Rock. As a result, the one-eyed prince hindered himself from admitting that he and his brother were attracted to the same girl. Yes, the One-Eyed prince would roll his eye in annoyance whenever he heard gossip about you in the halls, yet he still stayed and listened to all of them. 

“Should you not be joining the line of her suitors?” Helaena teased, amused by the way her brother’s nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. Helaena waited for his reply, but none came. It was a rare occurrence for Aemond to not find words. “I shall see you at supper, sister,” Aemond gritted and walked off, leaving Princess Helaena amused and with new ammunition to lovingly tease her brother. 

Supper came, and to Aemond’s displeasure or satisfaction, you were there. Seated next to his sister, whispering and giggling as if you were the oldest friends when, in reality, you had only waltzed into their life just the other day. He supposed that he should find joy that his sister had finally befriended someone, but must it be you? 

Must it be you who had to join them in supper and be in his constant presence? Seducing and tempting him even though you merely just sat there— making him question himself and his honor as he watched wine stain your lush lips or the way you would let out a low moan at the taste of the pie placed on your plate. You were too much of a temptation, a trial sent by the gods to test his patience and honor, in which he was seemingly failing, for all he wanted to do earlier was cut all the suitors who dared touch you and now taste the wine on your lips. 

When supper had come to an end, Aemond was quick to stand and had a great wish to retire to his rooms, but his mother had different plans. “Aemond, will you escort Lady Lannister to her quarters? A young lady cannot be left alone in the halls at such an hour,” You turned your expecting gaze to the prince, watching as his jaw ticked and his tense form turned rigged. It was alarmingly clear that he had no wish to extend such generosity to you, but still, he obliged his mother and offered his leather-clad arm for you to take. 

You walked out of the dining hall in exchange for the corridor. Tense, suffocating air surrounds you and the second-born prince, whose reluctance was nothing short of obvious. You tried to make polite conversation with him as he walked with you through the never-ending, dimly lit halls of the Red Keep, but his replies were only a nod and a grunt. When you reached the door of your chambers, you let go of the prince’s arm, pride wounded as you were completely ignored and could feel unaccounted animosity towards you. “Good night, Your Highness,” You drawled, growing annoyed by the moment but still had the respectability to lowly curtsy before the prince. 

Aemond gulped as you curtsied before him once again, giving him a heavenly sight of your bosom that made him stiffen in his spot. He knew that your actions were a sign of respect; he should take it as a compliment that you had bowed before him lowly, but every time you did so, all you did was tempt him more. You were shameless as you fashioned a dress with such a neckline, giving every man a sight for their desires to only fester. Now he knew why every man who had encountered you had been left entranced and obsessed; you were a vixen, a true lioness. 

Days passed as you stayed in the Red Keep, and you could feel the constant and growing animosity and disapproval Prince Aemond held for you. You had no idea the reason for it; you could not recall what you had done for him to grow so callous and mean towards you. You would hear his scoffs of derision whenever someone paid you a compliment, and he was within earshot to hear it. You would catch him as he would roll his unique lilac eye whenever you spoke or offered your opinion or even when you laughed. It was such a shame that such a handsome and attractive prince was so vile and rude. You were growing impatient and irritated with him. On any other occasion, your course of action will be to avoid and not put yourself in situations that would require you to be near the prince, but somehow, the gods were cruel and had twisted fate to have you in each other’s presence constantly. 

When night finally came and offered respite from the bitter prince, you sighed in your chambers and tried to find a reason for his contempt towards you. It was an odd feeling you did not wish to fester; all your life, everyone you met was quick to grow fond of you. You were quick to leave them enchanted by your beauty and charms. You named it as your greatest gift— your greatest power was how well beloved you are by anyone… how you could wrap them around your pretty little fingers, which is why the prince’s dislike for you had left you entirely unnerved and bothered. You were growing scared that perhaps your charms were slipping and soon, all too, would feel the same animosity the prince harbors for you. You could not find rest that night, fear trickling into your system. The prince had unraveled your deepest fears with just his quiet distaste.  

You step out of your guest chambers and threaded the halls of the Red Keep, walking the darkened halls and trying to find distraction in the library. You walked straight and paid no mind if any soul was in the library because you were certain that no one else would be present at this hour. You were mistaken. 

Prince Aemond frowned to himself, thinking his mind had placed a trick upon him. The image of you haunted him even in the dead of night when he thought he could finally escape your beautiful torment. But as he heard books being retrieved from shelves and the way your scent wafted to where he sat, he grew aware that the image he saw was no apparition. You were there, with him, alone in the quiet room. 

Aemond took quiet steps towards you, the moonlight bathing you in its light. Your frame aglow, making you look more ethereal as the silver light lights your golden mane. Aemond clenched his jaw as the same prominent desire for you only bloomed tenfold. “You should not be here,” He gritted, standing at arm’s length. It was concerning that he was standing at such a close proximity and you have yet to notice. It only solidified his theory that you were so enveloped in only yourself that you care not about the world around you. Aemond bit his tongue as an amused smirk threatened to escape to his lips. You jumped in your spot and turned to him wide-eyed in fear. He had never seen a lion frightened. 

“My prince… I— I apologize, I did not know that the libraries are restricted at these hours,” You said and closed the book in your hand. “It is not,” comes the reply of the prince, making a frown of confusion paint your face. You turned your entire frame towards him, peering up at the prince who looked at you with nothing but resentment in his cold lilac eye. “Then why shouldn’t I be here?” You asked with a tilt of your head.“You should be in your chambers.” Aemond gritted and removed his gaze from you because looking at you illuminated by the moonlight made him feel too much. He stepped back, but you matched his actions and stepped forward. He took a step back again, and you only mimicked his steps. It was an odd scene, a dragon being toyed by a lioness. 

Watching Prince Aemond’s nostrils flare and his jaw tick again made you smirk, as he was clearly annoyed by your presence. “You do not like me,” you suddenly announced, making his shielded gaze cast itself upon your eyes again. “You do not know me, yet you do not like me… why is that?” You asked and stepped forward once again, leaving just a sliver of space between you and the prince. Aemond gulped thickly as you were just a breath away from him. Your scent evading his senses, your enchanting eyes assessing his every move. 

“Oh, I know you,” He spat but felt his knees weaken when you raised your brow, painting a fake confused look on your pretty face. Siren eyes mockingly turned into doe ones, and plump lips parted in fictitious shock. “You do?” You asked. “You know me? I apologize, my prince, but I do not recall our first encounter. Please, tell me how you know me,” you rolled your eyes and finally let your annoyance slip, for you had enough of the prince’s judgment. The prince and you stared each other down, him not finding words as you had your expressive, scathing gaze upon him. He did not know how to handle himself— he was always silver-tongued and quick-witted, never one to be speechless, but apparently, that changed when it came to you. When pitted against you, he felt like the quiet, dragon-less little boy he once was. His raging fire weakened and turned to mere flickers. 

You scoffed and shook your head, not wavering or stepping away from the prince, ready to retire back to your room, but he took hold of your arm and pulled you even closer to him. “I know you. You’re a spoiled… vain… flirtatious little brat,” He spat, and watching your eyes widen and fill with offense brought back Aemond’s confidence, and he once again gained his silver tongue and towering, imposing demeanor. He watched as your cheeks flushed and wondered how it would feel to touch them. Would it be as hot as the fire that burned in his veins? 

“My father and uncle used to always speak highly about you… about how cavalier, genteel, and dutiful the second prince of the realm was— it is disheartening to be faced with a mean, calloused boy who had shown me nothing but animosity since I’ve arrived— animosity which I do not understand the reason of!” You retaliated and pried his hold off you, Aemond trying not to grow amused as you said the words with a stomp of your foot as if you were throwing a tantrum. “You want to know the reason?” Aemond hummed as you glared at him. “Yes.” You said and crossed your arms across your chest. Aemond caught the action and reminded himself not to let his eye linger upon the deep live between your bosom. He was certain you did that on purpose. You were calculated; you did each of your actions, knowing fully well that it would elicit a reaction from those around you that would only selfishly serve you and your vanity. 

He could see it in how you interacted with the lords and other men, flashing your coy smile, batting your eyelashes, and seducing them with just a mere movement from your graceful frame. He could see it in how you toyed with Aegon, letting him whisper things to your ear, leaning in closer when the older prince spoke, and laughing at whatever meaningless word came out of the prince’s wine-smelling mouth. And you did it with him as well, the way your eye would hold his gaze, seeking him out during dinner and distracting him whilst in training. You were a shameless flirt. Someone who craved attention, and everyone seemed to be grateful to give you what you sought— except Aemond.

“Because you are a flirt— a tease. You toy with men because you were gifted with beauty,” Aemond seethed and that only brought a deep furrow on your brows. “I am no such thing!” You defended yourself, and the prince only scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You are. It is plain. You have them wrapped around your fingers— you know how easily an attractive face persuades them,” the prince said but frowned as he saw your lips twitch upward. As if his words and insults were a jest. “Tell me, my prince… do you agree with their sentiments? Do you find me attractive as well?” You asked and tilted your head, smirking to yourself as the dragon’s fire stuttered and backed away once more. It was a battle, each opponent taking their hits and reloading in time just to fight with the other again. 

The prince gulped and felt heat rise to the tips of his ear; luckily, the reddening flesh was covered by the curtain of his silver locks. “I— I don’t,” He said and stood his ground, forcing his voice to be steady and scathing though he told a plain lie. “I do not find you attractive,” He said more firmly and slightly more convincing this time. “You don’t?” You asked and watched as he curtly nodded and thinned his lips. “That is good,” you mused and backed away from the little space you had given him. The prince’s brow twitched as you said your sentiment, as he heard relief from your voice. “Why is that?” He curiously asked his turn to step closer to you. 

“Because your mother had proposed to my father that a union between us would be well suited; well suited to whom I do not know, but that is what she had proposed. Telling my father that she had needed to bring the subject to you to see if you agreed.” It was a nice scene to see the prince’s whole body turn to stone in shock. His thin lips parted, and his eyes held cluelessness and disbelief. You took the moment of silence from the prince to speak once more. “Well, it is most fortunate that you clearly don’t agree— it would save me from having to be in the presence of such a… prejudiced and bitter prince.” You relished the way you caught his hand clenched around nothing and the way you were certain he was ready to turn violent by your words. However, you still continued to speak.  

“Though the title of princess is quite tempting, and I am certain I’d look exquisite with a tiara— I’d rather run off with the stable boy and live in squalor than live in a place with you.” You finished with a satisfied smirk on your lips at the murderous look on the prince’s face. When his lips parted and tried to speak, he flailed on what to say. That only added to your triumph. “Good night, my prince, Aemond,” You said in a sickly, sweet tone and lowly curtsied again before walking your way back to your chambers. 

It should greatly shame the prince. His actions would haunt him for moons to come, but the moment you exited the library, and he was once again left alone, he succumbed to his desires and undid the laces of his trousers. Pulling his painfully hardened length and pleasured himself with the thought of you. Your scent still hung in the air, and your voice still rang in his ear, but what pushed him over the edge was the image of you curtsying, almost going to your knees before him. His mind was made then. Whatever act he had portrayed the past few days will quickly come to an end for he shall certainly agree with his mother that a union between him and you would be most suited. 

You sat in disbelief and utter confusion as your father announced to you that a union between you and the prince shall take place. “Why? Wh— did the queen ask his thoughts on this? Or was it just your and Her Majesty’s decision?” You questioned as you recalled the night in the library with the prince. It had only been two days since the heated and angered scene transpired, and you had done your best to avoid him and his raging lilac gaze. “The prince came to me and asked for your hand. And given the conversation I had with the queen, I assumed that his proposal has her blessing.” Your lips agape, and you try to work out your objections, but your father cupped your cheeks. “You, my darling, will be a princess just like you had always dreamed of.” He said softly, recalling how you ran the halls of Casterly Rock with a tiara atop of your head when you were younger— always begging your septa to tell you stories of princesses and their princes finding 'happily ever after.’

“I shall leave you to get ready— it will be announced to the court later today, and the wedding shall take place in a week’s time.” He announced, making you stand in utter surprise. “What?! Father— Why so soon?” You asked in disbelief. “The queen wishes his son to be married before the king meets his demise. He wishes for the king to witness Aemond joyously with his bride,” You were stunned and were certain that joy would not appear from a union between you and Aemond, making the Queen’s wishes moot. “Now, make haste as you shall be presented with your betrothed!” Your father smiled and kissed the top of your head, and hurriedly left the guest chambers. 

Aemond observed as your proud gaze was planted on the floor as they announced the upcoming union between the two of you. He was certain that news had left you in quite a state of confusion. The prince passed his eye at the sea of people, mostly on the men who had lined up for years and courted you, only to witness that the beauty they coveted was then promised to the dragon prince. Aemond’s look turned to his brother, whose jealous gaze was upon him, and Aemond couldn’t help but smirk. He then returned his gaze to you again, finally having looked up and locked your eyes upon him. Nothing but confusion in your orbs, and perhaps anger that Aemond simply found endearing. 

“I do not understand.” You gritted as you and Aemond were given a chance of privacy to get to know more about each other before the wedding. You two were in the room of the small council, the queen, your father, and the lord commander standing by the other side of the door lost in discussion as you and your betrothed were about to thread towards an argument. “You and I shall marry each other; what is so hard to understand?” The prince retorted. “I suppose the saying is true… the more comely the woman is, the more she is simple,” Aemond quickly added, grinning at how quickly you were to grow red in rage. Your cheeks match the scarlet of your gown. 

“Why, in the name of the seven, would you agree to this?! You and I are not suited for each other!” you whispered harshly, not wanting your parents to hear you quarrel. "And what makes you think so?” The prince hummed, stepping closer to you, tightening in his trousers once more as your plump lips were agape. “I haven’t had a civil conversation with you. All our interactions have been arguments— do you truly think that a marriage between us would work?” You asked incredulously, mind spinning at how abrupt, incomprehensible, and inexplicable the fates were. “You wish for a civil conversation? Let us have one then,” he simply replied and took a seat in one of the chairs housed in the long table separating the two of you.

You took in deep breaths and studied as he sat calmly, his hands placed atop the wooden table. You eventually took the seat across from him. “Why did you agree to this union?” You asked, your mind still replaying the scene in which he stated plainly that he dislikes you greatly. “Because I am in need of a wife,” he answered. You licked your lips and shook your head. “Why me, then? When you are perfectly aware of our shared… distaste for one another,” You said and watched as the prince shrugged. “Because…” the prince trailed, licking his lips as he was certain you would not believe what he would utter because he himself would find it hard to believe as well at how he had treated you since you had come. “I want you.” He finally said after a long moment of steely silence. The prince clenched his jaw as he heard you scoff, and a sardonic, melodious laugh soon followed. “You want me?” You asked, “What? You want to punish me? Make me miserable with a union with a man who hates me?” You added. “I do not hate you,” the prince sighed and rolled his eye as you stubbornly shook your head. 

“Ever since I have arrived all you had done was glare at me, pick quarrels and squabbles. You had offended me right to my face, and now you say want me?” You asked incredulously. “They say Targaryens are mad… but I had hoped your mother’s blood had leveled your and your sibling's heads.” You mumbled and did not expect to see an amused look on the prince’s face. A beat of silence surrounded the two of you, staring each other down. A lioness with a confused scowl on her face, and a dragon who had amusement and content on his. “I still do not understand,” You said, and the Prince sighed once more.

“It was all an act,” he sighed. My animosity towards you—all of it was an act. A facade to protect me because when I saw how you interacted with the other prospects for your hand… how obliging you were with them, I could not stomach the fact that you would not be mine,” he admitted, letting himself be vulnerable for the first time in years. I… I do not like sharing,” he then added. 

“I was five and ten when I read the first poem written for you,” he started. “I have not seen you… I have not a clue of who you were except that you were Ser Tyland’s kin, and you were of great beauty as they have written, and you already managed to make me grow curious,” You stayed silent as the prince continued on to explain. “I waited every week for new poems to be published… the songs in your name still did not receive much recognition— you were still unheard of by the others. I was certain I was the only one who bought those pamphlets; you were a secret for me alone.” You nodded along and rested your back against the chair, observing the prince intently as he spoke. “Aegon found the pamphlets and began to grow curious too… along with the entire kingdom, and I just did not enjoy the thought that I have to share the desire to know you— to be with you with other men,” He finished, and you bit your tongue as you did not know how to take the prince’s explanation. Was it flattering or puzzling? You had no clue. All you knew was your heart was beating loudly in your chest and your stomach was filled with butterflies. 

“My uncle often shared stories of you and your siblings…” You spoke, your turn to share an anecdote. “As a child, I have always been enthralled by the idea of royalty. So he would oblige me and tell me stories of the Dragon Princes.” Aemond nodded along as your eyes were cast upon the wooden table. “He would always go into great detail about your brother, Aegon… seeing he will be king, but I was always more curious about you,” You admitted. “But he said you always kept to yourself, so he could not truly tell me stories about you, so I would make him repeat the anecdotes already told time and time again. On how kind you were with your sister and how dutiful you were to your mother… how you were brave and determined— ceaselessly training with the sword even if you had lost your eye. And if you were not training, you were adding to your scholarly knowledge.” You turned your gaze to the Prince’s exceptionally beautiful lilac eye, “I have been fond of you long before I have met you, my prince. Ask my father and uncle… or anyone in Casterly Rock, for that matter,” You said truthfully, watching as Aemond’s lips twitch into a smile

“I would admit; I came here with the hopes of getting to know you… that perhaps a match between us would fall organically and not one that our father and mother made.” You said and fisted the fabric of your scarlet gown as your heart beat loudly at your admittance. The prince licked his lips, “Should it matter how this union was made?” He asked, “Either way, in the end, we’ll still get what we both want,” Aemond stated, his whole being satisfied as he was not the only one who pinned over a person he was still yet to meet. “I suppose not,” you smiled as your impending nuptials with a prince you had dreamed of since you were a child was to come. The door then swung open, revealing your father along with the Queen.“I hope the both of you had gotten the chance to grow more acquainted with each other,” The queen smiled, already excited with the prospect of your marriage and for you to be her daughter. You were most fitting to their family; not only will her son gain an incredibly charming and comely wife, but her daughter too will gain a friend. 

“We have, your grace,” You said with a small smile. She gave a pleased nod, and her smile widened, “That is good. Come with me, child. Plans have to be made, and you still have yet to be fitted for your gown!” She said and held out her hand for you to take. You stood and turned briefly to your betrothed; you once again curtsied before him. Now, a smile intended for him was placed on your pink lips, and Aemond’s longing gaze followed you as you walked out of the room with his mother. 

The day of your wedding was quick to come, and you felt entirely giddy and excited about marrying Prince Aemond. Your father escorted you down the aisle, the eyes of the kingdom following you as you gracefully walked to your soon-husband, who had a rare smile on his lips. When your father gave your hand for the prince to take, you felt gooseflesh scatter throughout your entire body. Aemond looked at you adoringly throughout the entirety of the ceremony, not at all paying attention to the Maester who blessed your union. 

Aemond was entirely impatient for him to announce you as his wife and for him to finally be able to kiss your lips. To mark you as his in front of the gods and the entire kingdom. And when that moment finally came, the desire that burned brightly inside the both of you only grew. Aemond was not one to show affection publicly, but he could not hinder himself as he cupped your cheeks to deepen your kiss that was witnessed by all present in the hall. Their screams and cheers faded and turned mute as both of your lips intertwined. 

Suppressed desires could not be contained any longer as you and Aemond had finally had a taste of each other. There was supposed to be a banquet to celebrate your union; the Queen had organized the feast to perfection, and your father spared no expense for the celebration. But it was unfortunately missed by you and your husband as Aemond quickly led you to your shared bed chambers, both of you unable to wait for nightfall to be in each other’s arms. 

“Aemond,” You mewled as he pushed you up against the stone pillar in your chambers. His lips kissed your neck, leaving his mark with every kiss, and his hands quickly untied the laces of your gown. You hear him growl as you boldly move your hand to cup his hardened length against his trousers, hesitant as you move your hand. “We should be in the feast,” You said but made no move to halt your pleasurable actions. Aemond shook his head, “Do you want to attend the feast, or do you want to be pleasured, wife?” He asked and watched with dark eyes as the sleeves of your dress draped down your arm and revealed more of your milky skin. “I want you, husband.” You breathed, and Aemond let out a pleasurable sound as your hold on his length tightened. 

“Kneel,” Aemond gritted, and your eyes widened at his command. “Kneel and show your devotion to your lord husband,” Aemond demanded and clenched his jaw as you did as he asked, slowly going to your knees, your eyes still locked upon him. You licked your lips as you were eye-leveled with his bulging length, “Take it out,” Aemond commanded and tightly closed his eye as you did the action, your skin finally touching his. You bit your lip at his massiveness, at how well-endowed he was and how beautiful he fully was. You swallowed thickly as you recalled the books you had read in the dead of night, detailing how man and woman should be. 

Aemond let out a strained sound as you placed a ghost of a kiss upon the tip of his cock, your name spewing from his lips as you peppered light kisses along his length. “Stop being a tease, little wife,” he gritted and felt his stomach tighten at the smirk on your lips and the view of you kneeling before him. Your dress had dropped lowly, and he could see most of your bosom that had been tempting him for days on end. 

You let out a breath and to him to your mouth. You half expected yourself to be repulsed, but with each moment you had his length between your lips, bobbing your head, sucking harshly, hearing the moans your husband spewed, and looking at his pleasured etched face, you felt your cunt drip with want and anticipation. Aemond groaned louder as you fondled his other parts, thanking the gods for blessing him with you as his wife. Thanking them for their favor to let him be bound to the Golden Beauty of the realm. The prince breathed in harshly as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, the need for release in him loudly pronouncing itself, making him abruptly pull out. He could not be so selfish and let himself succumb to pleasure whilst you were still filled with need. 

Aemond pulled you to stand, fervently meeting your lips once more, and guided you to bed. Your dress finally fell, and Aemond greedily took one of your tit into the hot cavern of his mouth. He bit the bud and elicited a sweet whine from your lips, and he quickly soothed it with his tongue and felt you clung to him tighter. Taking his other hand and guided it to you other needing tit to pleasure it as well. Aemond smirked upon your bosom at how in need you were of him. Aemond moved his lips to your neglected tit, and his hand trailed down south, your eyes rolling back and your hands fisting the back of his head as you finally felt his cold hands upon your needing heat. 

“So desperate for me, little wife,” Aemond hummed in satisfaction. Your moans echoed throughout the chambers, along with the sound of your wetness as Aemond slipped his finger in you, his thumb circling the pearl of your cunt, earning more of your sweet moans. Aemond moved to kiss your lips again, feeling how tightly your cunt clenched around his finger. You parted your lips as you felt climax nearing, your wide, lusted eyes locked in with your husbands, but before you could even succumb to ultimate pleasure, Aemond stole away his finger. “Aemond,” You whined, but your husband only smirked and pecked your lips. Making you watch as he brought his coated fingers to his lips and sucked the essence of you clean. 

Your mind was dazed and frustrated as he denied you pleasure. Your eyes followed him as he removed his tunic and lay nakedly on the silk sheets of your feathered bed. “Come here,” He ordered, and you hesitated for a moment. You took your bottom lip between your lips and did as told, moving to straddle him as he lay. His hands found home on your hips, urging you to move forward, and you furrowed your brows in confusion as your core threaded farther away from his length. “Aemond, I—“ Words were lost as the prince’s lips were met with your cunt. His hands forcing you down upon his face. Your head tilted back in pleasure as you rolled your hips upon his face, his prominent nose perfectly aligned with your nubbin and his tongue darting in and out of your tightness. 

“Aemond,” You cried as your thighs were quick to shiver; release was finding you once more. “Aemond… Aemond…” You uttered his name like a prayer. With one flick of his tongue, you came undone, your moans ringing loudly that you were certain that it was heard in the halls but could not find care. Aemond had a slight smirk as he moved you closer to his length. Your eyes were still glazed from your climax, and your mind was so disoriented that you did not even realize that Aemond had positioned his length at your entrance. The sharp pain of your maidenhead being taken was the only indication you had that you had now sunk upon his cock. 

Aemond relished at the sight of you atop of him, your cunt taking and squeezing his cock. Your breast was heaving, and your eyes were welling with tears. Aemond reached out and took your bosom into his calloused hands, kneading the taut, soft flesh— earning a pleasured moan through your pain. Aemond gave you the liberty to move whenever you felt comfortable doing so. He was an impatient man, but he savored every small movement you made as you clenched along his cock. 

Your furrowed brows dissipated, and your mouth parted as the tip of cock perfectly hit the spot inside of you that made you see stars. Aemond’s breathing labored as you rolled your hips, seeking further friction. He moved his cold hands to your hips and guided you to bounce upon his cock. “Aemond!” You cried, and Aemond could only marvel at your pleasured face and bouncing tits; you squeezed him so tightly that slight pain mixed with his delight. “Are you going to come, my wife? Will you come at your husband’s cock?” Aemond hummed and sat up, placing his head between your ample breasts, greedily inhaling your scent. “Yes… gods, yes!” You cried as he harshly thrust inside you. Both of you meet your peak, Aemond spilling his seed deep inside your cunt and you clawing at his bare back and leaving your own marks. 

“My wife,” Aemond hummed in satisfaction and nuzzled his nose against yours, a smile on your lips as your foreheads pressed as the cheers from the feast that you two disregarded were lowly heard in your chambers, “My prince,” You smiled and kissed his lips, your heart full. Your being wholly satisfied as you were bound to the prince that your young heart had wanted long before. 

[lxkeee]

Hi, could I request a Lucifer morningstar x darkness demon overlord reader? She lurks in the shadows like a boogeyman, she acts like morticia adams from the adams family, how would he meet or act around the gothic queen👁👁✨

LUCIFER X OVERLORD! FEM! READER

Part two

Lucifer was just wandering around hell, unknowingly entering a territory of an overlord.

He doesn't know okay? It's just a forest of dead wilted trees with ominous aura.

His first instinct is to investigate.

This is his first time coming here, he only discovered this area after flying by to return to the palace.

Lucifer was walking around the dense forest, with his guard up.

The forest was quiet. A little too quiet.

He isn't afraid, unfortunately. He knows he can kill any demon who would try to mess with him.

Crack. A twig snapped

His head whipped to the direction of the noise, “Who goes there? Show yourself!” he threatens, wings in full display.

Shadows moving around him and finally stopping in front of him, morphing into a figure.

Lucifer expected a lot of things, but this.

A very tall and gorgeous woman, large deer antlers on her head. Sultry eyes and a smirk on her face.

Oh fuck, she's beautiful. Dangerous. He can sense the power she has.

“Good evening your highness, I didn't expect to see you here wandering around my home.” the woman says with a chuckle, making the man become a little flustered.

“Your home...?” he asked hesitantly and the woman nodded.

“Yes, this is my home or rather my territory. My home is somewhere around here. I just sensed a presence around these grounds and decided to check. I didn't expect to see the king of hell to be here.”

“M-my apologies, my lady. I simply didn't know.” he stammers a bit. Ah, calm yourself Lucifer. You're more powerful so you shouldn't be intimidated, he says to himself internally.

“It is alright, if you don't mind. Do you want to join me for a cup of tea? I just so happen to have finished brewing some.”

Lucifer is cautious around sinners, especially her. He doesn't know why his heart is palpitating this much. The best reason he got is fear loud incorrect buzzer noise

“I don't want to intrud—”

“Nonsense! You're not intruding.”

“But—”

“Do not fret, I am not going to hurt you. I should be the scared one as you are much more powerful than me. I am sure you can obliterate my existence with a flick of your finger.” the woman laughs softly, a kind of laugh that reminds him of the books he's read. The kind of laugh that draws you in.

“How about this, how about we get acquainted with each other? So that you'll be more comfortable?”

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, “Why are you so insistent?”

“Well, I just love making friends and you my dear seem to be an interesting character that I don't mind befriending.”

Lucifer rolls his eyes but eventually nodded, “Fine, My name is Lucifer Morningstar.”

“Wonderful, then... It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lucifer, my name is [y/n]” She says before gently holding his hand and placing a small kiss on his knuckles.

With a smirk on her face as her eyes looked at him as she did so.

Lucifer's cheeks reddened, quickly snatching his hand away from the demoness.

“So, about that tea?”

Lucifer is beginning to see a pattern.

A type even.

It's been a few months since he's met the deer demoness.

Surprisingly he managed to get along with her, despite her... Rather questionable actions.

He often visits her mansion at the middle of the forest where he met her or the other way around.

She often surprises him by popping out of the shadows with her presence concealed.

She's playful, mysterious, dangerous, beautiful.

And tall.

He likes his women tall okay?

And he likes them a little deranged.

Anyways.

She keeps teasing him.

Just like the other day, he came to visit at the wrong time and she forced him to help her get dressed.

It was inappropriate! She only asked him to zip the zipper of her dress.

Poor guy was blushing.

She didn't make fun of his obsession with rubber ducks.

She even made ducks out of shadows and made it swim around his room and of course, he made one too with his powers.

The shadows and gold dust ducks swimming around the room and in the air.

It was... Cute...

Lucifer has gotten to know the woman better too, he has gotten the chance to see many sides of her.

Lucifer isn't stupid, he can tell he's developing feelings for her.

He's afraid, he's afraid of getting hurt again or hurting her.

He has issues he needed to fix first.

Though, he is slightly a flustered mess around the woman.

Can you blame him? She calls him endearing nicknames! She calls him sweetheart and it just makes his heart flutter.

He is cautious around her not because he's afraid of her but because he fears his feelings for her would accidentally be known.

And she just appears out of nowhere!

It took awhile for him to sort his emotions and he thinks he is finally ready to confess.

But first, Lucifer needs to find hints if she feels the same way.

“Thanks for the coffee, [y/n]. It tastes amazing as always.” Lucifer says, admiring the duck shaped cream that is floating on his coffee.

“It is a pleasure, sweetheart. Drink to your heart's content. I know you've been stressed lately.” She says with a gentle voice.

“I have a question.” he started, already planning a discreet way to ask her.

“Hmm? Go ahead.”

“What if let's say... You have a close friend and you've only known him for a couple of months but they fell in love with you and now they're planning to confess to you? Would you date him?”

Don't mind him guys, he's trying his best.

[y/n] tilts her head slightly, confused before giggling.

She's not stupid but she kinda wants to tease him.

“Depending on who this friend is.”

“Just answer.” he deadpans.

“Yes, would you confess though?” she asked as she leans forward to reach him across the table, holding his chin. Lips just a few inches away from each other.

Lucifer.exe has stopped working.

“Y-yes...” he stammers, beginning to feel shy as his cheeks heat up.

“Do you want a kiss?” she asked teasingly.

“Please...?”

“Good boy.” she says before finally pressing her lips against his.

It was the most addicting kiss he ever experienced.

“I like you.”

“I like me too.”

“[y/n]!”

“I am just joking, I like you too.”

[decayedgloria]

sundress szn

ft. Capitano, Dottore, Columbina, and Arlecchino

Summer’s finally come, so you decide to wear something that fit the occasion- much to your lover’s excitement.

Tags: First 4 harbingers x afab!reader (minus Pierro and Pulcinella), nsfw under cut, established relationships, Capitano may be ooc bc we have nothing on this man lmao, mdni

Word count: ~2.2K, not proofread

Capitano

Capitano was ever the hard worker. If he wasn’t in his office at Zapolyarny Palace, then he was off fighting in the name of the Tsaritsa, far away from your home in Snezhnaya. Naturally, you miss him dearly- and clearly he had observed how you seem to linger around him more often when he’s around, or how much more clingy and desperate you’ve become in bed. Arranging for a short trip to Natlan, his home nation, you had hoped to reclaim the time you lost with your husband.

The climate in Natlan was drastically different from Snezhnaya. It was warm all year round, and this time it happened to be particularly hotter than any other season. You had packed clothes accordingly, though it was hard as weather like that never shows itself in the coldest nation in Teyvat. Though there was one piece you purchased that caught your attention, and you knew for sure your husband would absolutely love it on you.

Capitano sat on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you to get ready. His hands found themselves fiddling with the hem of the loose linen shirt he donned, which appeared to be tight on his massive, defined body, though he did not mind. He was proud of his physique, even more so at the fact you seemed almost obsessed with his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Chuckling to himself, Capitano finds it hard to resist you, his little wife.

“Dear, are you ready? We have the whole day ahead of us.” Capitano called out. You shuffled around in the bathroom, putting on the final touches of your makeup and making sure everything is in place before you emerge. Immediately, his eyes were on you- more specifically, the garment that you had chosen to wear. It was a sundress, of course. It was sheer, but not so much that it didn’t cover anything. It was perfect for the hot weather, especially its length, or lack thereof. Barely reaching over your ass, in fact.

Somewhat shyly, you give a little twirl in front of your husband. “Do you think this outfit is okay? I wasn’t sure it was my size so…” He had foregone his mask for the day, which gave away to his surprised face, blushing and staring as if he was hungry.

“You look amazing, my dear.” As you turn back to face Capitano, you were suddenly greeted with your husband’s chest. Leaning down, he places his large hands on your hips, giving them a light squeeze that illicited a giggle from you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your tantalizing scent and grinning as you pull him closer towards you. 

“Irresistible, in fact. I think this is just the right size for you.” His voice was low, almost muffled as he placed light kisses on your skin. You sigh, running your fingers through his long hair, traveling lower onto his chest and then feeling the familiar shape beginning to form in your husband’s pants. You almost laughed when Capitano groaned at your touch, who unconsciously moved closer to you to relieve himself some.

“I thought we had plans for today?” Your honeyed voice only added to his increasingly needy gestures. He couldn’t help but let his hands roam across your body, touching and squeezing at your curves through the dress. Your small stature, so soft against his, in a dress that accentuated everything he loved about you…

Well, he did say that you both had the whole day, so why not spare a few more hours together?

Dottore

As his lovely lab assistant and partner, Dottore decided to bring you along with him to an expedition in Sumeru to collect some sample for his latest research endeavor. At first, you were hesitant and a bit confused as to why he didn’t just send one of his clones or subordinates to go fetch it instead, but he had insisted that the sample was of “utmost importance” and that only he would be able to verify its integrity, whatever that meant.

So that’s how you found yourself in the sweltering desert heat, sitting in a tent that barely blocked out the sun. Your sweat had drenched your clothing since the early morning, so a change of attire was in order. As you sift through your belongings, you groaned as you realized you’d only been packed clothes that the Fatui deemed “suitable” for Snezhnayan summers- that is, clothes that were still too thick to wear. 

You sigh as your eyes scan the room for another solution, stopping at the shopping bag you had left on your desk. The little free time you had before entering the desert was spent shopping around Port Ormos, in which you had purchased a dress you thought was cute. You weren’t expecting to wear it so soon, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice…

Dottore worked on his paperwork, writing his report in a different tent from your shared one. Engrossed in his research, he barely noticed your presence enter the tent, nor did he notice the dress that barely clung onto your body. He hummed in response to your greeting, hearing you shuffle around and do the tasks you were assigned. 

It just so happens that the moment Dottore looks up happens to be the same moment you bend over to pick up some books on the floor, much to his wide-eyed pleasure. Your behind was deliciously accentuated in the new garment you wore, barely peeking out of the dress. In a flash, Dottore’s focus was taken away from the papers in his hands and instead was aimed at you, his cute little lab assistant.

With not much noise he rose, making his way over to you in silence as you gather all the books in your hands. You hadn’t noticed your lover’s presence until you feel a firm grip on your hips, suddenly knocking you against Dottore’s familiar legs. You let out something in between a gasp and a sigh as you crane your neck to look at him, slightly embarrassed as you felt his growing erection rub your ass.

“Now, you know I’m a busy man, darling.” Dottore’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. “So what’s with the distraction?”

“Look, it’s how outside and this is the only thing I can wear-“ A moan escaped your throat as you felt a sharp smack land on the plush of your behind. He smirked, shushing you as he pressed you closer against him. His hands grew erratic as they clawed at your dress, almost ripping it apart while he touch any and every port of your soft skin.

“A punishment is in order, don’t you think?”

Columbina

You sighed as you walked through the Palace greenhouse, on what seemed like your tenth lap of the day. Columbina had promised to meet you there after meeting with the Tsaritsa, but it had been hours- surely, a meeting wouldn’t take that long would it? 

You gaze dejectedly at the lily flowers by your side, blooming in spite of the coolness outside. The greenhouse felt like summer all year round, allowing for plants like the one you had in your hands to bloom effortlessly every year. It was quite impressive, such a large structure protecting plants from all over Teyvat from Snezhnaya’s cold. 

Given that, it really wouldn’t make sense to wear your normal Fatui uniform here, so you opted for a dress that you hadn’t worn in ages, and clearly it showed: the dress was a little tighter on you than you had remembered, accounting for the muscles you had gained while training, and it certainly was too short to comfortably move in, but the humidity of the room left you little to no choice. 

Your mind was somewhere else when you feel a hand snake around your waist from behind, relaxing when you catch a glimpse of magenta strands from the corner of your eye. Columbina made herself comfortable holding you so, nuzzling into your neck. Her quiet, melodic hums filled the air as you turned to look at your lover, a smile blooming on your face.

“What took you so long, love?” You gently tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty. She chuckled, pleasant and light, before burying herself into you once more. 

“The meeting is still going,” she purred, her hands now barely grazing your hips and waist. You blush as you realize what she’s doing, glancing around to make sure there weren’t any idle soldiers or officers. “it was too dreadful. Sneaking out to see my lovely wife was much more important than some trivial talk of war tactics.” Oblivious to your growing panic, Columbina pulls you closer as she moves her lips against your own, smiling gently.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn passionate, with gentle pecks now turning into harsh smacks as your tongues worked against each other. With each kiss, your hands clawed at Columbina’s clothes, shredding off layers as her hands tug at your hair. 

Haphazardly, you both managed to find a nearby bench to continue your liaison on more comfortably. As you breathe heavily through your swollen lips, Columbina places herself over you, smiling as she dips down for a kiss one more time.

Arlecchino

Ever since Arlecchino was dispatched to Fontaine by the Tsaritsa, her mind was utterly consumed by you. Not that it normally wasn’t, thoughts of you always permeated her brain one way or another, but at least in Snezhnaya she was able to have you physically there to meet her demands- wether it was an affectionate cuddle or something more intimate, your presence was always just a call away.

However, ever since landing in Fontaine, Arlecchino’s thoughts only consisted of two things: the mission at hand, and you. How she missed the way you would saunter up to her, tease her in a way nobody else would dare, and how your legs would stay quiver and shake around her cheeks every time her tongue explored inside you-

Ah, she was getting carried away again. Arlecchino groaned internally at the paperwork that was placed in front of her, glaring as if it were an enemy. Well, in her mind, anything that kept you away from her was considered an enemy to an extent…

A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. Sighing, Arlecchino commanded them to come in, placing her chin on her palm, bored as ever. Her face must have conveyed some sort of annoyance as the poor fatui agent that came in visibly shivered a little, lowering their head as they said their greetings.

“What is it?”

“There’s a letter from Senzhnaya, my lady.” She did not miss the quiver in their voice, “It’s from Lady (Y/N).” As the agent reached out to give her the envelope, Arlecchino all but snatched it from their hands, all of her attention now devoted to the piece of paper in front of her.

“Leave.” Her voice left no room for reply, with the agent thankfully getting the hint and scurrying away. Once the heavy doors of her office closed, her ruby eyes inspected the envelope intently, taking in every detail that you may have left her. Just as quickly as she snatched the letter, she opened it, revealing its contents: a neatly folded letter, and what looked like a thin sheet wrapped with something.

She wasted no time in unfolding the letter, taking a note of the way the package smelled just like you- sweet, almost sickening. Her lips curled into a grin as she read the words that danced across the page, her heart leaping at all the praise and sweet nothings you seemed to litter across the paragraphs that you had written. How much you missed her, and yearned for her; all of it made Arlecchino’s head dizzy with pride and delight.

She was too absorbed in reading and rereading your letter that she had forgotten about the other item that you had delivered. Tilting her head, she gathered the thing in her hands gently, taking off the wrapping to reveal a picture taken with a camera- a picture of you, clad in what Arlecchino could only describe as barely a dress. A sheer fabric that did little to conceal your cleavage or your thighs as you pose, somewhat scantily, in a move she was sure was made in order to highlight your curves.

Arlecchino’s fingers subconsciously gripped the photo tighter, a shot of warmth suddenly coursing through her body. She sighed heavily, pink dusting her sheeks as she felt the familiar sensation of aching in between her legs. Tentatively, she took off her gloves and slowly travelled her fingers to the zipper of her pants, breathing growing ragged as she frantically tried to relieve whatever spell you had cast on her.

What a tease.

A/N: here it is! writing this lowkey killed me :,) but i really hope yall liked it. its not full on smut (i dont trust myself to write those with the harbingers just yet for fear of mischaracterization) but its what i can manage. really, im just testing out the waters.

can you guys tell i have a favorite? lol. itll have to be split into two parts since its long enough.

[jackiepackiee]

Hey! Could you please do telemachus x Reader one shot, where the reader is polites' daughter, and Ody comes back and she finds out her father's dead? Like a comfort fluff onshot?

An - this is my portrayal of grief, feel free to request again if you want me to make anything different

Masterlist

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It had been horrible. Bloodied halls stained by the suitors who terrorized all in the palace. Screams of pain followed by death at the hand of a man. Waiting in your shared bedroom, Telemachus’ room, as he fought alongside his father.

A man who had left for war 20 years ago.

Who left just like your father, Polites, had when you were no more than a baby.

And yet, after all this time, Odysseus was the only one of the 600 to return.

It would’ve been unjust to ruin the reunion of Odysseus, Telemachus, and Penelope with your confusion, so you stayed in your bedroom alone until Telemachus quickly fell asleep beside you after he entered.

Practically passed out from the fight and excitement at his family being full. Odysseus and Penelope left to be reunited in their love for one night side by side in bed.

Leaving you almost as cold as the corpses of the suitors that waited to be moved in the halls.

So, with nothing but a lonely night, you waited until the next morning.

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The cool air of the morning blowing onto your skin as you lay restless beside your lover. His hand across your stomach as he peacefully slept, unaware to your turmoil.

“How is it possible that only one survives?” Is all you could think. All night, for hours. Not the bloodshed, or Ithaca’s state, but that stupid question.

It’s not like Odysseus knew that Polites was your father, or barely even of your existence.

Last night, before he fell asleep, Telemachus promised to introduce the two of you to make ‘one big family.’ But how could you have a family with the replacement of your father?

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Telemachus placed your simple crown of golden leaves atop your head, smiling at nothing in particular.

Adjusting it one final time, he stopped. “There we go.” He kissed the top of your head, and smiled into your hair.

Unaware of your absolute numbness to the questions you dreaded the answers for.

Before he could pull back fully to take in your expression, his eagerness to greet you with both his parents took over him. Pulling gently at your hand to the door.

Only you noticed how your feet dragged.

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Somehow, the palace was entirely clean. Leaving no trace of the horrors you heard.

Not empty though. As Odysseus and Penelope sat in two chairs in the dining hall. Chatting softly about something you didn’t have the mind to care for.

Holding Telemachus’ hand, you barely could grip. He was the one keeping your hand in his, offering the support.

One should be nervous meeting a king? Or their lovers father? But not now, not when you needed to know.

“There you two are.” Penelope called you out of your trance, voice as maternal and sweet as it always had been.

And the kings eyes followed, looking at you and his son.

You could see clearly now, his tired expression from years of absence. Expression somehow happy, though worn from his own existence.

Only a blind person wouldn’t notice the way his eyes softened at the sight of his son. Especially when he was smiling at you with a lovestruck smile.

You adored that smile, he was such a puppy in his affection.

Right now though? It wasn’t of much importance.

“You must be…” He continued his introduction, saying things such as simple greetings and remarks of what his son mentioned about you the night prior.

Telemachus and Penelope nodded as they listened, even laughing a little when he blushed at the mention of how he was practicing gushing about you to his father.

But you stood there, staring. Pulling your hand to your side, and later meeting them infront of your stomach.

Eyes following every one of his movements. A king… a father at home.

“Is there anything my son didn’t mention, my lady?” He inquired, sharp eyes noticing your rigid stance and reluctance to join them at the table.

“I am the daughter of Polites.”

The words pulled out of you like lightening, untamed and sharp. Striking him into absolute silence.

As they left your lips, you stood tall even if your shoulders tried to betray you and shrink into your body. Feet fighting to stand steady.

As for Odysseus, he froze. Eyes gaining a quality of shock when they widened. His lips parted to speak, but closed as quickly as they opened.

And his lack of response was all you needed.

Your father was dead, and you were alone.

As quickly as your realized, so did Penelope and Telemachus. It hadn’t crossed their minds during their happiness.

Odysseus began to speak, trying to comfort you even if he felt no comfort in what had happened. “Polites, he-“

But before he could continue, you shook your head. “I do not wish to know.” And with that, you turned around and went back to your bedroom. Small steps turning into a full sprint once you were out of eyes view.

Leaving the family in the dining hall to sit in thoughtful silence.

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“My love?” A familiar voice called from outside the bedroom door, creaking it open to gain your attention.

You hummed, and he opened the door fully to see you in bed. Blankets up to your neck as you curled into yourself below the sheets. Eyes puffed red, and breath ragged from sobbing.

He sighed and came to your side, sitting beside you and petting your head. Letting his gentle fingers sooth you into better rest.

When you turned to face him, he laid down next to you and placed his hand on your waist. Fingers trailing over your side in reassurance.

“I don’t…” He started, but didn’t quite finish his sentence before turning it around. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He offered.

When you nodded, he let your head rest of his chest and his cheek press to the crown of your head.

“It’s not like I didn’t know. It’s always been a possibility.” You began. Letting his comfort reach you. “It’s just… knowing he’s gone. An idea of a man I’ll never know. A father I won’t get.”

“I mourn what could’ve been.���

He felt your tears wet his tunic, hands gripping him tightly in a full hug. All he could do was hold you back, and rub your sides to try and sooth you.

After minutes of only your soft sniffles and his gentle shushing, he began to speak.

“We can…” He paused. “We can start here. With us, as a family. Just like it’s been for years.” Smiling weakly, he pet your head again.

“But, now you have your father.” You retorted, unable to look at him so you settled for hiding your face in his chest.

He swallowed and pulled you closer. You could hear his breathing and heartbeat. “Well… I don’t know, my love. I’m sorry.”

The silence took over the room again, and the day froze. No birds, or crashing waves against the harbor. Not even the patter of rain or insistent beat of the sun. Just… life.

You couldn’t help but consider his words. An idea of family with him. Now, you truly did have nothing.

Not an idea to hang on for a man who you barely knew. But you knew Telemachus, loved him. Grown accustomed to the palace and its ways. Maybe Odysseus will be awkward at first, but who’s a better option if your father couldn’t be home.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled your head out from Telemachus’ chest and made eye contact. Glassy with tears, you stared at him.

“Home is wherever you are, Tele.”

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Question time, is my writing too short? I feel like I don’t know how to make it longer

[sukunas-wife]

i just wanna start and say that i luvvv ur blog and the dad sukuna fics are giving me life (🙏🏾). plsss could i ask 4 a scenario of yuuji being a menace 4 once. like 1 of the things he and sukuna can agree on is that no one touches or speaks 2 momma without permission, but a new servant doesn't know that?

🤔 I see what’s going on you want Yuji to bite people well he NOT KINDA BRAT, he latches on and shakes his head like a feral dog 😭😭 grrr

Idk what I was doing and where my plot came from I think I just pulled it out the air 😭

“Lady Y/n!” You turned looking over at the eunuch who had been persistently following you all week. The poor young man according to the servants and your hand maids had grown “quite fond” of you. You looked over at Yuji, he had long run into the garden, sighing when your hand maids were stuck between going after Yuji or staying by your side. You waved them off when the eunuch got closer, “Ah, feels like I’ve been seeing you a lot lately. Especially outside the Palace walls.” You looked past him and he smiled, eyes becoming lidded. Silence filled the space and you gave him a sympathetic smile, “Did you need something or did you just run all this way to greet me Kamo?” You risked your arms into your sleeves eyeing the way he fidgeted with his hands. “I guess I came here just to greet you Lady Y/n..” he looked away, the blush on his cheeks was proof enough your ladies in waiting were right… Before you could dismiss him he spoke up with a hopeful look, “would you mind if I stood by your side for today Lady Y/n?” As much as you hated the idea of letting someone who’s not your husband or son be by your side all day, you had to think about it. You should say no because it would look bad if anyone were to notice him constantly at your side. Second, you don’t want to make a bad impression on Sukuna, he was your husband and you didn’t want to make him believe the rumours running around his own Palace.

“I appreciate your eagerness but the answer is no. I’m spending today with Yuji and I’m not allowing anything to take away from his time.” You dismissed him with a wave and he still smiled, “It’s alright, thank you Lady y/n. Maybe I can join you for the next time you feel like taking a walk in the garden.” You had already turned away but he held out hope, “Thank you for the offer Kamo but you really should get back to work.” You look over your shoulder at him with a faint smile, he nodded and ran off back to place and into the Curses den. The poor kid didn’t see Lord Sukuna lurking about watching the entire scene unfold. Sukun watched as you smiled over your shoulder in his general direction making his chest swell with pride, he knew he didn’t have to worry about you. It was that fool of a eunuch who would need to be taught his place.

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Yuji was by your side pulling your sleeve’s, “cmmooonnn mooomm Wanna goooooo” he ended up falling and lying on the floor looking up at you. He was spread out and he huffed. “I don’t want that eunuch to come he talks too mucchhhaaaahhh” his whine turned into a scream while he shook his head back and forth on the ground, “Yuji baby get up your gonna dirty.” You tried to help him up and he just laid limp in your hold, “Are we leaving now?”

“Yes we can go before Kamo shows up if you really don’t like him THAT much.” Yuji laid there while you tried to stand him up before he got “Mkay let’s go.” Yuji took your hand guiding you to the door and right when he opened it there was the voice that made him squint over his shoulder, “NO! GO AWAY KAMO!” You were amused how Yuji stuck his tongue out at the Eunuch while trying to drag you through the door into the garden again. You didn’t fight him and let him drag you doing your best to keep up. When he finally stopped, Yuji looked around, even jumping to look over a bush, “daddy doesn’t like him, he says he tried to talk to you toooo much.” He was waving his hands around exaggerating his point, “he said next time he tried to get close to take you away or fight him!” You watch as Yuji looked up at you holding little fists, his little round face was full of determination. You could help but kneel and place your hand on his head running it over the side of his face cupping his cheek. “Yuji you don’t have to worry about fighting that poor eunuch, there is nothing I would choose over you or Ryomen.”

He shook his head back and forth vigorously “nuh uh! Daddy said you’d say that and I shouldn’t listen!” You hugged Yuji, confusing him “awww my little Yu.” He leaned against you taking in your hug. “What else did daddy tell you, hm?”

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There you sat with your husband, dressed up in vibrant Junihitoe with over 20 layers. Sukuna wore his usual attire, you were holding onto one of his arms listening to him talk about how Yuji had done well in his own training and along those lines. It was well into spring when the days were getting hotter and becoming longer summer days. Sukuna watched how you’d fan yourself closing your eyes for a brief moment of relief before leaning your head on his arm. He could feel your heat and there was no doubt in his mind it was all those layers in your silly little robes. He had a great idea, slowly he led you inside where you found relief out of the sun but those layers were still clinging to you in uncomfortable ways. When you were going to pull away Sukuna pulled you back into his side leaning down to whisper into your ear, “Now let’s get you out of those robes, your skins burning like all those nights I spent memorising every curve of your body.” The flush on your face flared up when you held onto him tighter, burying your face in his arm, “Ryomen!” You tried to scold him while he led you to the large bathing room. He took you in kissing you once the door was closed, he spared no time in stripping himself taking a step into the pool of cold water. A second step his hands were on your waist while you held his face kissing him, he mumbled against your lips “Let’s get these off of you.” He pressed his lips against your neck grazing you with his teeth, you tried to hold in your giggles when his hands opened your robes, letting his hands run over your sides while he bit into your skin sucking and marking you with a bright red mark, grazing his teeth over your skin when he made it to your chest. Your laughed and playful whispers could be heard outside the room and it left nothing to the imagination of what could be happening. This was a sign most servants took as “Don’t interrupt Lord Sukuna and Lady Y/n.” All except for one who walked in immediately after knocking. Kamo.. he was damn lucky Sukuna was just starting to slide your robes off your shoulders, you would’ve tried to push yourself away from Sukuna but he was your husband, what did you have to hide. Sukuna was too proud of his own physique to even think about maybe committing some form of decency. There you stood in his tight hold pulling you closer to the water, he rested his chin on your shoulder looking past you right at Kamo. He was smug about his situation, staring right at the eunuch, “What is it Kamo.” He couldn’t say anything, just staring at the both of you trying to think of something before Ryomen became annoyed, “I’ve killed better people for less,” he stood up, a set of arms still holding your waist and robes in place, there was no missing that Ryomen was in fact a man gifted not once but twice. He took that to his advantage when he noticed Kamo take a second look after he stepped from around you, “Speak now or lose your life, you better have a damn good reason for interrupting MY time with MY WIFE.” Just as Kamo was going to speak up, Yuji came running “Daddy DADDDY DADDY!” He stopped seeing his dad standing there in his full glory, “naked naked naked!” He closed his eyes when he pointed and laughed at his dad who just dead panned before turning to the eunuch, “Stop staring at my wife before you lose your living privileges and bring some towels.” He sent Kamo off and Yuji was still laughing behind his hand seeing his dad naked. You closed your robes, “Now that you're here Yuji you do need a bath.” You snatched him up before he could run out the door, Sukuna rolled his eyes “Great interrupted by the Eunuch and now that he’s gone you invite the brat.” Sukuna stared unamused as Yuji stripped jumping into the water, “‘m a fish”

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It was a few days later when you were talking to one of your ladies in waiting and Yuji saw it. The way Kamo approached you reaching out to touch you to get your attention. He went running and screaming, the three of you turned to look at him, each of you confused until you noticed Yuji wasn’t running at you. He was running at Kamo who was about to touch you without your permission. It happens in slow motion how he jumped, little legs wrapping around his knee, the way his hands were clinging to the eunuch. He opened his mouth wide, threw his head back and made an exaggerated biting sound before he latched onto Kamo’s side. Your lady in waiting was shocked and you were just as speechless watching the eunuch try to pull Yuji off only for him to bite harder. Through the yells and little growls you could hear “don toufch mhh mhmmy” and he went back to shaking his head left and right.

Finally you came to your senses and tried to help take Yuji off of him, just as you took hold of Yuji Kamo winced and managed to hit you. Yuji let go and gasped very dramatically, he slipped out of your hands when your lady in waiting ran over to you to see if you were okay. You stood up holding your cheek staring at Kamo, as much as you’d like to take blame for Yuji biting him he shouldn’t have been trying to touch in the first place. You saw Yuji with his fists up “YOU HIT MY MOMMY” he swung hitting Kamo right in his manhood.

It didn’t take long for the word to spread, before you knew it Sukuna had you sitting in your seperate room. Yuji was going to follow his dad out of the room until he gave him a silent look, making him turn around and run back to you. He stood in front of you laying his chest and arms on your lap looking up at you with a small smile, “you're so pretty mommy.”

You laughed at his words shaking your head with a smile, “Aw my little prince Yuji here to make me feel better hm?” He stretched his arms up so you’d pull him into your lap. You did and he smiled at his reflection, you were sitting in front of the vanity in your room. He pouted looking up at you, “you okay?” He started to bite his finger when you looked down at him with teary eyes, you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault in some way. “Yeah it’s just been a long day Yu.”

He hummed, swinging his legs and falling limp in your arms, “daddy said he’s gonna fix him..” you were confused there was no doubt in your mind Ryomen would kill the man on sight once he faced him.

Time passed to the point that both of you got bored of waiting and ended up on the bed listening to Yuji ramble about how he was so cool and how could beat Sukuna in a fight. One day he was gonna have his own big temple and you could live with him because there wouldn’t be nasty old eunuchs running around.

“Hey brat, that's my wife, she's not going with you to your house or anywhere at all.” Yuji was quick to jump up and run over when you slowly sat up on the bed, “Dad!” Sukuna grabbed him by the back of his shirt pulling him up and onto his shoulder giving him a little bag, Yuji opened it, looked in and closed it throwing it on the floor making a loud “eeeewww”

Sukuna looked at you, you looked back at him, he didn’t seem too happy. He walked over to you bringing his hand up, you didn’t look away when he took your face in his hand shaking his head.

“I’m alright Ryo…” his thumb rubbed your cheek, “He’s not.” Yuji shivered, leaning over on his dads head to tell you “Look in the bag.”

Sukuna side eyed Yuji who looked away, “what’s in the- the balls he had that made him think he could lift his hand.”

“But he’s a- he wasn’t, he became a eunuch a few hours ago and now he is gone.” Sukuna’s face was smug when he flipped Yuji off his shoulder and onto your bed, “Now there’s something I want to finish that he interrupted.” He nodded at the door and you felt your face heat up, “y-yeah.” Yuji was busy laughing and rolling over in your bed to notice his parents little game of bedroom eyes.😭

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WHB Series #1 (Cont.)

MC: *has put Raphael on a leash and muzzle; still with his restraints*

Amon: ...

Amon: That looks cozy.

MC: Bitch, what?

Bael: Is he still under your spell?

MC: Dunno. But he's suspiciously being docile.

Bael: What do you mean-

MC: *yanks Raphael's leash so he would lower his head* *ruffles his hair hard*

MC: I've been treating him roughly since he came here, but fucker seems fine with everything.

MC: You have any guesses why?

Bael and Amon: ...

Bael: Descendant of Solomon, are you experiencing any fatigue?

MC: No?

Amon: Are you using the seraph to replenish your energy?

MC: ...

MC: *checks out Raphael* Nah, I haven't taken a bite off him.

Raphael: *blushes*

MC: I didn't mean that in a sexual way, the fuck.

Bael and Amon: ...

Naberius: What are we going to do here, descendant of Solomon?

MC: What else? We're going to hunt his minions.

Naberius: Won't that be dangerous?

MC: Yes, but we've got this. *yanks Raphael again*

Naberius: ...

Naberius: I hope you don't mind me saying this, but are you certain he will be of help?

MC: Yes? He's the bait.

Naberius: ...

Naberius: Have you created a new weapon?

MC: Yes, sweetie. And I'm quite confident about it.

Naberius: *blushes slightly*

Stolas: Hey, you know they're not calling you that, right?

Amon: MC acts sweet in the taste of success.

MC: To be precise, it's the sweet taste of hard wor-

MC: ...

Naberius, Stolas, and Amon: *also became alert*

Raphael: *mumbling some words*

MC: ...

MC: Get ready. We've got a battalion.

*The angels appeared from above.*

The angels: You will die here today, descendant of Solomon!

MC: Oh really? *smirks* Even if I have your Seraph Raphael? *holding him close*

The angels: ...

The angels: He'll praise us for killing you.

MC: This m-

Raphael: *immediately flew towards the sky, attacking the angels*

MC, Amon, Naberius, and Stolas: ...

Raphael: *killing every single one of them*

Amon, Naberius, and Stolas: *looks at MC*

MC: ...

MC: This wasn't part of my plan. Quick! Go back to the castle and report to Bael!

Stolas: How about you?!

MC: I'll be fine! LEAVE!

Amon, Naberius, and Stolas: *hesitates, but follows their order*

MC: *when they're sure they left*

MC: RAPHAEL!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!

Raphael: ...

Raphael: *looks at them and smiles*

Raphael: I took care of them. Just for you.

MC: *looks at all the bodies of angels now on the ground*

MC: ...

MC: What's going on?

Raphael: *descends in front of them* *leans close*

Raphael: How did I do?

Raphael: God.

MC: ...

MC: What the fuck-

Beelzebub: Get away from them, Raphael.

Raphael: *holds MC securely*

MC: !!!

Raphael: I'm bringing them back to heaven.

MC: HUH??!!

Beelzebub: *laughs*

Beelzebub: I won't let you!

MC: These idiots-

MC, Raphael, and Beelzebub: *went back to the palace safely*

Raphael: *in his restraints again*

Beelzebub: *with a few wounds on his body, but he's completely fine*

MC: *on the other hand, feels exhausted*

Beelzebub: That was a smart move. I'll give you 1000 points.

MC: Shut the fuck up.

Raphael: *is in a terrible condition after MC activated the bomb inside his body, though he miraculously survived*

Beelzebub: ...

Beelzebub: You need to be more careful from now on.

MC: ...

MC: No. I'm going to exploit this.

Beelzebub: *surprised* What?

MC: A powerful seraph called me 'god'? *smiles* I'd be dumb not to use that opportunity.

Beelzebub: ...

Beelzebub: *laughs* Let's see what you can do.

Michael: Raphael killed a battalion of our angels?

A random angel: Yes, sir.

A random angel: Sir Raphael betrayed heaven for the descendant of Solomon!

Michael: ...

Gabriel: Raphael did? Why would he do such a thing?

Michael: That's what I would like to know.

[skyahri]

Robes |Zuko X Reader| HC

Summary: Your relationship with Zuko and how your friends found out.

Warnings: Implied intamacy???? Bed sharing. Kissing.

Masterlist Ko-fi

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You were well acquainted with the Gaang. You'd served as a sort of double agent for them during the war once Zuko had teamed up with them. He knew they'd need some inside information, so he contacted you, knowing full well your ideals did not align with the fire nation.

You're the daughter of the prestigious Admiral Zhou, a ruthless military head who wouldn't hesitate to turn you in if he found out you were leaking information to the enemy.

It was easy to keep them updated. Your father had an ego the size of the moon, always going on and on about his achievements and new findings and whatnot. He was never home for long, leaving you in your mother's care and making it easy to sneak away. You mostly sent messenger Hawks, but once they'd infiltrated the fire nation you met in person.

You mostly met with Zuko, but occasionally, Sokka or Aang would take his place. You didn't mind. It was nice seeing more of the people you were risking your life for.

After the war, once Zuko took over as Fire Lord, he invited you to be a part of his cabinet. You weren't sure why, seeing as how the other members have some sort of military or consulting experience, and you're just a teenager who sent letters.

Strategy meetings were weekly, so you saw Zuko more often than any of the others. They visited when they could, but with the long list of air temple repairs, it was difficult to make time.

Not that you minded. You loved spending time with him, with or without the rest of the entourage.

Zuko was always accommodating to you, even going as far as to offer you a room in the palace 'if you ever need it.' He'd had the room fully furnished and closet stocked with spare outfits.

Occasionally, if meetings ran long, you'd stay in said room. It was a luxury the other members weren't granted, and honestly, it made you feel special.

When all the immediate post-war issues finally calmed down and Zuko had more free time, he always asked you to stick around or come keep him company.

He's the fire lord. He can't easily leave the palace, especially to do regular teenager things like laze around the shops or sneak into theaters, so you were limited to what the palace could offer.

You'd taken to gardening with him, something Zuko found very alluring. You played board games, baked pastries, and anything else you two could come up with.

Before long, you found yourself spending most of your time with him on the property. Occasional sleepovers quickly become several times a week. It wasn't long before you basically lived there, so you bit the bullet and brought the rest of your stuff to the palace.

Within a few months, you shared a kiss near the pond in the garden. Things slowly escalated over the next year or so. That first nervous kiss became the norm. You shared dinners and late night talks, often going so far into the night you'd just crash in his bed.

Before long, your room became obsolete. Your bed was hardly ever touched, your clothes were in his closet, items in his drawers, and toiletries in his restroom.

You'd heard the staff gossip from time to time, which you didn't necessarily mind, but it definitely made you blush. It felt like getting caught despite doing nothing wrong.

For a while, Katara would tease you mercilessly. She didn't know anything, or at least didn't lead you to believe she did. She just liked the idea of everyone finding someone, and you were the only girl Zuko ever talked to.

You went out of your way to cover up the obvious aspects of your relationship when your friends were around. You agreed early on to keep things under wraps, not wanting to harm the groups dynamic if things didn't work out.

But that was almost a year and half ago, and now it felt wrong to say anything. Like you had betrayed their trust somehow. You felt bad for lying to your friends about what was going on, but honestly, neither of you could bring yourself to admit the two of you had been dishonest for so long.

You woke up and patted the bed beside you. It was still warm, but Zuko wasn't there. You got up and picked up a robe off the floor to cover your nightwear. It was unlike him to leave without even waking you, so you'd go see what he was up to.

You exited his quarters and immediately saw the entire Gaang. They just stared at you in shock, having a hard time piecing things together.

"Did you just come out of Zuko's room?" Sokka asked.

"You saw me, didn't you?"

"Are those his clothes?" Katara asked.

You glanced down. They were, in fact, his clothes. You just stared at her, refusing to answer. Of course, Katara would notice they were his specifically and not just standard robes.

Zuko dragged his hand down his face. Of course, this is how they'd find out. Not after a long, thought-out conversation over a planned dinner or outing. They had to see you walk out of his room compromised after an impromptu visit.

They hastled you two for the rest of the day, asking horrifically personal questions and guilt tripping you into answering them. They bothered you for information about your intimate lives and dating preferences.

Late into the night, when the fire and excitement died down, Katara and Toph cornered you about the secrecy. You were huddled up in your room for a girls only sleepover when they decided to attack, giving you no choice but to be completely honest.

"We kept it quiet in case things didn't work out. Then some time passed... and we started feeling guilty about hiding it, and we just never found the right time."

"There didn't have to be a right time. Were your friends, not your subjects."

"I know. There's just a lot of pressure when you're with a friend who also happens to be the Fire Lord."

Luckily, you have amazing friends who understand people make mistakes. They squashed your anxiety about the whole thing, making sure you knew they weren't mad or disappointed.

But that absolutely did not stop them from holding over your heads for the unforeseeable future.

[meowgumi10]

“Not so loud princess”

Princess reader x thief sukuna

Royal au

CW: smut, name calling/pet names (slut,honey), weapons mention, tiny bit of knife play, virgin reader, porn with a plot

I’m not the most amazing at writing smut and idk how to use punctuation (also this is not edited) but enjoy!

Sukuna a well renowned thief in the criminal world,he had gotten a high level job: to steal some royal jewels. He was used to high level jobs but he had never attempted to steal from the royal palace itself, though it should be very interesting.

You, the princess had just gotten into bed after a long night of dancing and chatting with many other debutants and Noblemen. You sigh as you settle into your soft bed, your eyes fluttering closed as you drift off

Sukuna had calculated perfectly how to steal some jewels and be out of there without being noticed. He was going to sneak into the princess’s bedroom and keep her quiet with a knife as he took a few necklaces and earrings, maybe even a tiara if he’s lucky. He snuck past guards and maids doing some overnight work. He slowly opened your window,seeing your sleeping form and smirked to himself thinking this would be easy. His crimson eyes scanning the large room as he stepped into it, despite his very large frame he was as quiet as a mouse.

His well adjusted eyes looked through your various drawers and stands full of jewellery.He finally saw some earrings with giant Diamonds in the centre, just as he picked them up he was hit in the head with something heavy; he hit the floor and grabbed the back of his head “fuck” he groaned as he looked at what hit him. You stood over him in your cute little cotton night gown,a pure gold candle holder in your hands as you stood in an attacking stance “What are you doing here scum?!” You say trying to hide the shake in your voice. Sukuna almost laughed at the sight in front of him “relax princess, I’m not here to hurt you” he says getting up, he towered over you but you didn’t waver your stance or determination, “you’re not the dainty little thing people describe” he chuckles and steps closer “shut up! Answer your princess, what do you want?” You say slightly lowering your ‘weapon’. He scans over your form “just here for a few trinkets, you have so much you wouldn’t mind if I took one or two right?” He said pulling the large dagger out of his thigh garter. You lower the candle holder and step back “okay take some…just don’t kill me” you mumble in defeat.

He stepped closer and dragged the blunt edge of the blade along your collar bone, the feeling the cold metal against your exposed skin made you shiver “I won’t kill you princess” he whispers, you whimper softly “please don’t hurt me” you mumble; he chuckles and retracts the dagger, he turns and grabs a few pieces of jewellery before stuffing them in a pouch, he turns to leave but you stop him. “Is that it?” You ask, he looks over his shoulder at you “what do you mean? You wanted me to hurt you or something?” He says with an eyebrow raised, “no…it’s just, you have the princess here in nothing but a nightgown and you’re just going to leave?”

He grinned and turned around fully “I didn’t know her royal highness was a slut” he chuckles and walks closer, he was so massive. You swallow and look up at him, your nipples were poking through the thin cotton of your nightdress, it outlined your hips perfectly “besides…you couldn’t handle me princess” he smirks. You blush softly “you’re an ass” you mumble; he suddenly grabs your face in his large veiny hand causing you to gasp softly “what was that princess? You should speak up” he says leaning down, his breath fanning on your lips. You bite your lip soft and look up at him, his tattoos were attractive to say the least and his piercing red eyes made you feel naked. “N-nothing” you mumble.

He pulled his dagger out again and hooked the tip of it under a button of the top of your night gown “maybe I should take extra payment…this is a dangerous job you know?” He says popping the button off. Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths, you don’t reply and just watch the blade that’s so close to your skin, yet you’re not scared… your pussy is throbbing in a way you’ve never felt before. “Do you even know what sex is princess?” He chuckles, you blush deeply “yes!…it’s how you make babies” you say shyly, he chuckles again and pops the second button, getting a clearer view of your breasts.

You let your nightgown slip off your shoulders and pool at your feet, your panty-clad body on display for him. He tucks the dagger away and sets his hands on your hips, walking you back onto your bed “will you be gentle?” You whisper, “Mm…fine” he mumble and starts to unbutton his shirt. His muscular and tattoo filled torso revealed to you, he looked like a Greek god, your breath became even heavier and your chest rose and fell even quicker. Your eyes trail down to the pink path of hair that disappeared into his pants. “See something you like, your highness?” He says lowly with a boyish smirk in his face, your hands reach out to tentatively unbuckle his belt, he chuckles again “quite the eager little thing aren’t you?” He says helping you take his pants off. In one swift motion you pull his pants and boxers down together, your jaw almost drops when you see the size of his cock.

It seemed about 8 inches and quite thick, it was veiny and the tip was bright red, his cock stood tall and proud as it dripped with pre cum “do i turn you on that much?” You ask as you look up at him. “Hm…give it a taste honey” he says, you look back down at his cock and give his fat tip a kitten lick. He groans and puts his large hand on your head “that’s a good girl” he praises.his pre cum tasted a salty but for some reason you liked,you wrap your lips around the head and suck softly, your tongue swirling around it. He groaned and cursed under his breath, watching how your lips wrapped around him, it was so erotic;Before he got carried away he pulled your head away “lay back princess” he orders. You lay back on your bed and let your legs fall open, he can see the outline of your gushing pussy perfectly through the thin fabric or your cotton panties, “what the people say is right…you are fucking perfect” he mutters and runs his thumbs along your clothed slit making you moan softly. He peels your panties off to reveal your beautiful pussy, your clit hard and twitching, your virgin entrance practically calling his name.

He kneels down and buries his face between your legs, making you gasp out a moan, your hand instinctively going to hold his head as he licked between your folds. “Fucking delicious” he growls against your pussy, you let your head fall back as your fingers tangled in his hair, he sucked on your clit and lapped up your juices hungrily. You gasp and moan,never having felt like this when you slipped your fingers into your panties at night.He slipped a thick finger into your tight hole, your inner walls clenching around his finger “Virgin pussy is always the best” he murmurs, the sound vibrating onto your pussy. He started to pump his finger and in and out of your tight hole as he kissed and licked your clit, his large hand pinned you down by your pelvis to stop you from squirming, but it’s only made the pleasure more intense. Your moans and whines filled the room, you couldn’t even care about anyone hearing you, this man who’s name you didn’t even know was making you feel like you had discovered Pandora’s box and opened it.

He added another finger and starting scissoring your pussy open, twisting his fingers as he pumped them in and out, his tongue never stopped moving on your clit. You looked down at him with hazy eyes as he devoured you “so good- hah!~” you manage to get out, he smirks against your pussy and looks up at you “sukuna” he mutters against your clit. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean “don’t be too loud” he says as he strokes himself, you’re still panting and feel like everything is moving so fast “s-sukuna?…” you whisper as you look up at him with lustful eyes, “yes ,princess?” “Will it hurt?” He would almost believe you were an innocent young girl if you hadn’t been the one to seduce him in the first place. He spread your pussy lips and looked at your hole “yeah…but the good kinda pain” he says. You swallow nervously and take a moment to really scan his face “you’re quite handsome, sukuna” you say softly, he looks at you as he keeps stroking himself “why thank you princess…you’re not so bad yourself” he smirks.

You didn’t know what it was about him, his voice? His tattoo? That scar that didn’t scare you as much as it should’ve? Perhaps it how he spoke, the soft purr in his deep voice that made your heart skip a beat? Either way you knew one thing, this criminal shouldn’t be near you, let alone be defiling you in such a manner.

He set one of his knees onto the bed, the other planted on the floor to brace him as he lined himself with your entrance, his dark red eyes looked into yours as he slowly pressed his tip into your small entrance. You gasp and whimpered, your hands immediately going to grip his bulging biceps, “relax” he whispered again your shoulder. He pressed kisses along your shoulder, that were surprisingly soft, he growled as he continued to push in; your tight walls squeezing him like a vice, he wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of fucking the princess or if you were just that perfect but he had never felt this good. He pushed in, inch by inch, he kissed you to stop you from crying out and whimpering so loudly; his tongue invading your mouth and not leaving a spot untouched as he claimed you fully. Your back arched off the bed and your nails dug into his skin as he bottomed out with a grunt, he left opened mouth kisses down your throat and along your collar bone as he allowed you to adjust to his size “if you fit into my pouch, princess,I’d steal you away right now” he whispers against your skin. “Sukuna…this is” you could barely finish a sentence, your whole body was feeling things it had never felt before, he ever so slowly started thrusting in and out, “oh…oh god!” Your nails left crescent shaped marks on his biceps. he started moving faster, his massive cock stretching you out impossibly “ah! Sukuna~!”, he put his hand over your mouth “shh…Not to loud princess”. Your loud moans and cries were muffled but the loud squelching of your pussy being pounded into was not, the sound of skin against skin filled the room, his climax was building up quickly and so was yours.

Your eyes started to roll back as he pounded in and out of you, “fuck…look at me princess, look at this scum of a man as he ruins your pretty pussy” he moans, nipping your ear, your breath was hot against his palm and your nails were almost making his back bleed as you clawed at his skin. His other hand reached down to rub your clit, your legs started to shiver at all this new stimulation, your pussy spasmed around him. You felt like your head was spinning, you looked up at him and moved his hand from your mouth, yanking him down for a kiss once more. You never felt anyone’s touch, anyone’s comfort but this? You hoped he’d sneak in and rob you every night if that’s what it took; the way your tongues tangled, how your bodies moved against each other it was addictive.

You were so close, so so close to gushing all over him. You break the kiss desperately, before you can speak he cuts you off “let go…cum for me” and just like magic you do just that. You bit down on his shoulder and creamed all over his cock that was still pounding into you, the way your walls squeezed around him threw him over the edge. He pulled out and came on your stomach like a gentleman. You were panting and whimpering softly as you laid back on your bed, your hair a mess and a thin sheen of sweat over your body, he’d never seen a more beautiful sight “that…that was so amazing” you whisper to him “it was” he whispers back and wipes his cum of your stomach with a tissue.

You sit up a little as you watch him get dressed “ what will you do with my jewels?” You ask curiously, he glances at you as he buttons up his shirt “I give them to my handler, he gives me a nice big payment and I get called for more jobs, that means more money” he says, “so…you’ll come back?” You ask hopeful, he chuckles “sure princess, just don’t tell on me alright?” He smirks; before you’re able to answer he disappears into the night.

You flopped back onto your bed and try to process what just happened, hoping he would keep his word and really come back.

[muiitoloko]

Omg the fluff severus being a father!! Can we also get a fic where he and his wife discover they are having twins? In my mind palace that poor man had the happiest ending idc idc

Title: Double the Love

Summary: Severus and you learn that you’re having twin, and Severus faces the overwhelming realization that fatherhood will be double the challenge—and double the love.

Pairing: Severus Snape × Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Notes: I absolutely loved writing this! But I have to admit, I was seriously wondering, how on earth do wizards even do ultrasounds? 😅 Since I couldn’t figure that one out, I just made it as magical and slightly ridiculous as possible, because why not, right? 😅 It’s a short piece, but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

First, Second and Third part here.

Also read on Ao3

The sterile white walls of St. Mungo’s were a far cry from the dimly lit, comforting darkness of the Hogwarts dungeons, and the bustling noise of Healers moving in and out of rooms only added to your nerves. You lay on the hospital bed, your hands resting on your growing belly, feeling the faint fluttering of movement within. At 22 weeks pregnant, today was the day you would find out the sex of your baby.

You glanced over at Severus, who sat beside you with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression as stoic as ever. He wasn’t exactly the picture of calm, though you knew him well enough to recognize the subtle tension in the way his jaw tightened and the way his long, slender fingers tapped against his arm. He was just as anxious as you, though he would never admit it.

The memory of last night brought a small smile to your face. You had caught him at his desk, a quill in hand, scribbling something on a piece of parchment with a concentration usually reserved for complex potion-making. When you peeked over his shoulder, you were both surprised and amused to find a list of baby names—both for boys and girls.

“Trying to choose a worthy name, Severus?” you had teased, leaning against the back of his chair.

He had glanced up at you, his expression unreadable but a faint blush creeping up his neck. “A name is important,” he had replied curtly. “It must be fitting. I won’t have our child saddled with something… inadequate.”

You had laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I trust you’ll find the perfect one.”

Now, as you waited for the Healer to arrive, the memory of that moment helped calm your nerves a little. Severus might be intimidating and stern on the surface, but beneath all that, he was already a devoted father—one who was taking the task of naming your child with the same seriousness he applied to everything else in life.

“Are you nervous?” you asked softly, your hand reaching out to rest on his knee.

Severus glanced down at your hand, his dark eyes softening ever so slightly. “Nervous? Hardly,” he replied, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness. “But I do wish this process would hurry along.”

You chuckled, knowing full well that was his way of admitting that he, too, was anxious. “Don’t worry, Severus. I’m sure the Healer will be here soon, and we’ll find out if we’re having a boy or a girl.”

He nodded, though his expression remained neutral. “Either way,” he said quietly, “the child will be exceptional.”

Before you could respond, the door opened, and a cheerful Healer stepped inside, her robes swishing around her as she smiled at you both. “Good afternoon!” she greeted, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “I hear we’re ready to check on the little one?”

You nodded, sitting up slightly as she prepared the equipment. Severus remained seated, though his gaze followed every movement the Healer made with an intensity that might have unnerved a lesser witch.

“All right, let’s take a look,” the Healer said, positioning her wand over your belly. The gentle hum of magic filled the room as the spell illuminated the area, and you watched in awe as the image of your baby appeared on the enchanted screen.

Severus leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied the image with the same level of scrutiny he used when examining a particularly difficult potion.

“There we are,” the Healer said softly. “And… oh!”

Your heart skipped a beat at her sudden exclamation, and you shot her a nervous glance. “What is it?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

The Healer’s smile widened, and she turned the screen so that both you and Severus could see it more clearly. “It appears you’re not having just one baby,” she said, her tone filled with excitement. “You’re having two! Twins!”

For a moment, the room was utterly silent. You stared at the screen, your mind struggling to process the words. Twins. Two babies. You glanced over at Severus, expecting to see some kind of reaction, but he was still as a statue, his dark eyes fixed on the screen. His usual calm exterior had been shattered by the news, and you could see the shock written all over his face.

"Twins?" he repeated, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Two?"

The Healer nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, two healthy little girls, from what I can see. Congratulations!"

Severus blinked slowly, his mind clearly racing as he tried to absorb the information. “Two girls,” he murmured, almost to himself. You watched him carefully, waiting for his response, but it seemed like he was still in a state of shock.

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing. “Two girls, Severus! We’re going to have two daughters!”

Severus slowly turned to look at you, his expression a mix of disbelief and what could only be described as mild horror. “Two daughters,” he repeated, his voice flat. “Two sets of diapers. Two mouths to feed. Two…”

“Two future boyfriends,” you teased, unable to resist poking fun at him. “You’re going to have to keep an eye on them, Daddy Snape.”

At that, Severus paled even further, his eyes widening as the full weight of what you had just said hit him. “Future boyfriends?” he muttered, his voice tinged with dread. “I hadn’t… considered that.”

The image of Severus Snape dealing with teenage boys showing up at your door to take his daughters out on dates was too much, and you laughed even harder, clutching your belly as the joy of the moment overwhelmed you.

Severus stood frozen, the image of two tiny forms flickering on the screen in front of him. The words still echoed in his mind: two girls. He blinked, his dark eyes wide with shock, as the reality of it sank in. Two daughters. Two daughters. The healer’s voice faded into the background as his imagination took off, propelled by the unrelenting force of his overprotective instincts.

He could almost see it—boys knocking on his door at Hogwarts, their foolish, eager faces trying to charm their way past him to court his daughters. His daughters. His mind raced, spinning out scenarios of teenage boys chasing after them in the corridors, their idiotic grins widening as they tried to impress with foolish stunts or—worse—terrible jokes. What if one of his daughters dated an idiot? Or Merlin forbid, someone like Potter?

No! The thought alone was enough to send a surge of panic through him. His face, usually so composed, paled visibly.

“Severus?” Your voice, soft and filled with emotion, broke through the haze. You had grabbed his arm, your eyes shining with tears—tears of joy, not fear. “Two girls, Severus,” you whispered, pulling him into a tight hug, your hands trembling as they wrapped around him. “We’re going to have two beautiful little girls.”

Severus blinked, returning to the present as he felt your warmth against him, your joy flooding over him. His arms, stiff at first, slowly circled around you, holding you close. He could feel the tremor in your breath as you buried your face in his chest, your tears dampening the fabric of his robes.

Two little girls. The words echoed in his mind again, but this time the image was softer—more intimate. He could see it now: two girls with your smile, your laugh, your bright eyes full of curiosity and mischief. They would have your warmth, your kindness—your fire.

He held you a little tighter, knowing how emotional you had been these past few days, and a wave of tenderness washed over him. His thumb gently brushed your shoulder, a small gesture of comfort.

“Two girls,” you whispered again, your voice breaking with joy, and he could hear the love in your words. “Double the love, Severus.”

Severus closed his eyes, resting his chin on top of your head, letting the moment settle around him. His heart swelled, a strange and unfamiliar feeling, yet it was not unwelcome. The weight of it, the sheer enormity of the love that was building inside him, was overwhelming. He had never expected this—any of this. He had never thought that someone like him would be capable of this kind of happiness.

The healer’s voice floated back into his awareness. “Would you like pictures of the babies?” she asked, her tone gentle.

Snape nodded without hesitation, his gaze still fixed on the screen, where the tiny forms of their daughters moved faintly, their lives just beginning. He looked down at you again, still holding him, still crying softly with joy. His hand found the small of your back, steady and reassuring.

Two little girls.

He could almost see them in his mind’s eye—two mini versions of you, with your delicate features, your bright personality, and your fierce determination. He allowed himself, for the briefest moment, to imagine them laughing and playing, their voices filling the halls of Hogwarts. And him… there, watching over them, protecting them from anything that might dare to harm them.

A small, uncertain smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he thought about it—two little yous. His chest tightened at the thought, but then a new fear crept in. What if they looked like him?

He swallowed hard, his mind immediately racing back to his own school days. His hooked nose. The way he had been mocked and ridiculed. The cruel taunts, the laughter, the sneers. He didn’t want that for them. He didn’t want his daughters to suffer the same way he had.

“What are you thinking?” your voice broke through his dark thoughts. You had pulled back just enough to look up at him, your eyes searching his face. “You’ve gone quiet.”

Severus hesitated, his hand resting protectively on your belly. “I was…” He cleared his throat, the words catching slightly before he forced them out. “I was hoping… that they’ll look like you.”

You blinked in surprise, then smiled softly, a knowing look crossing your face. “Severus,” you said gently, cupping his cheek with your hand. “They’ll be beautiful no matter what. Whether they look like you or me.”

He looked down at you, his eyes clouded with uncertainty. “I don’t want them to suffer… like I did.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, and you shook your head, pulling him closer again. “They won’t,” you whispered fiercely, pressing your lips to his chest. “Because they’ll have you. They’ll have us. And we’ll make sure they know how loved they are.”

Snape stood there for a long moment, simply holding you, feeling the warmth of your words seep into him, dispelling the old fears. As he looked back at the image of their daughters on the screen, a sense of peace settled over him. Two girls. Two daughters. His family.

Our family.

And for the first time in his life, Severus Snape allowed himself to believe that he could truly have something this good, this pure. Two little girls with your smile. And even if they did have his nose… well, they would still be perfect.

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Little Dove: Part 5

I'm trying to work up properly to some smut because we all know secretly that's where this story is going. I just want to have some fun writing first haha

Part Four , Part Six

The current gossip amongst the Roman population was of a young middle class woman with whom the Emperor had become so infatuated with, so much so that he broke societal protacall to protect her, her beauty so great he insulted one of the highest ranking families in the senate.

The days that followed that particular banquet were a blur to you, only truly remembering that night, ever so clearly in your mind. After Caracalla threw Marcus to he floor and claimed you as his you were not allowed to leave his side, his hand never left your waist, feeling the soft strokes of his thumb on your hip through your sheer gown. The senators stared but in intrigue, you were indeed beautiful but why would the Emperor claim you publicly and not just make you a concubine? Your father was furious at first, watching you struggle against Marcus, thinking that his entire life's work would be erased due to a disobedient daughter. That was until he saw you with the emperor, he knew he could use this to gain favour and climb higher than he had ever dare dreamed before.

Your father's villa had become your prison these past few days, word having spread of who you were. The first time you went into the market you were joined by men and women alike, trying to grant you gifts to gain your favour. After that visit your father put a stop to your wandering, he wanted you where he could see you, to make sure you remained untouched and unspoilt for the emperor as he made his secret preparations to ship you off to the palace.

The villa's garden and pool is where you now spent your time, tending to the flowers and swirling petals in the cool sunken pool, day dreaming the days away now that you could not leave the house. It was a shock when the palace guards came for you, ushering you away from the villa and into the royal carriage once again. You tried to call out to your father and understand what was happening, only briefly did he approach you, to kiss your forehead and utter a single sentence. "Make the Emperor happy." His smile was sinister and calculated as you were pulled away, watching him fade into the distance.

After being placed into the carriage you were treat comfortably, offered fine wine and food. It did not take long for you to figure out what was happening, your father was shipping you away to the Emperor, at who's request you were unsure, your father was not a man to pass up an opportunity when he saw one, and you had become a prize opportunity for him to scale the ladder of the senate. Senators were now taking notice of the father of the girl whom the Emperor had claimed for his own, and he would take advantage of this.

The palace was quiet when you finally arrived, the opulence of the banquets you had attended were no longer present, yet it did not make it looks any less regal. You witnessed as servants carried trunks full of your belongings to what would become your new home, a room that rivaled even the size of your father's villa. It was stocked with finery and a library of tomes you could not wait to devour, you had never imagined to experience such luxury in your life.

As you settled into your new home, taking in the giant bed, silk sheets and plush duck feather pillows you were overwhelmed, this was more than you could imagine. Caracalla stood at the doorway watching you, entranced by your beauty and the wonder you displayed in the room he chose for you, happy that you seemed so enraptured with everything in it. He walked over to you with a smirk as your back was towards him, looking through all the old tomes you could now read to yourself.

A small surprised yelp escaped your mouth as you felt his hands on your hips and his lips against your neck, pulling you towards his body once again, another blush forming on your cheeks as you felt his body press against yours once more. Caracalla's words were like silk upon your neck, his lips gently tracing over your skin as he spoke. "I trust everything is to your liking Little Dove, I had the room specially made for you" His lips found their way up your neck slowly, you arched your neck involuntarily so that you could feel more of his affection.

"You honour me, My Emperor" Your voice was barely a whisper, breathless by Caracalla's actions, yet you persisted, not wanting to be rude to your new provider. You felt him chuckle against your skin, kissing your neck and smiling once more before saying a phrase you would forever commit to memory, one that almost brought you to your knees.

"Although I may be Emperor, you will be my Goddess, and I aim to revere you as such." That phrase took your breath away, the silent moan that reverberated in your chest made Caracalla chuckle once again, his hands squeezing your hips affectionately now.

Caracalla's hands nudged your waist, encouraging you to turn and face him now, wanting to speak to you and look deep into your eyes. He lifted your chin so you could face him properly once again, he found it ever so endearing that you were this shy in front of him, yet so bold Infront of the old senators, loving how you could be so feisty yet so demure at the same time, such a mystery. "Not tonight though my Dove, I want you to be settled. You are to become mine and I want you to be happy here first" His lips were soft upon your own this time, not like at the banquet, this time your heart fluttered, eager to know more of him and learn more of his body.

Caracalla bid you goodbye for now, allowing you to acquaint yourself with your new home, taking in all the opulence before you. As you saw him leave it made your heart sink, you knew he had official business to attend to but you wanted him with you, day dreaming once again about your next encounter.

[iron-strangers]

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Description: It's all true, Jedi can read minds. You've been trained to keep people's thoughts about you for so long. It went well until the day you caught Din's fantasy involving you.

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Female Jedi!Reader

Series: Expanding Clan Mudhorn

Tags: Established Relationships, Mand’alor Din Djarin, A Sprinkle of Family Fluff, Sexual Fantasy, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f receiving), Unprotected p-in-v, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Lactation Kink

CW: Reader has AFAB characterization, uses she/her pronouns, is able-bodied, has depicted body changes related to pregnancy and breastfeeding, and hair that can be pulled during sex. No Use of Y/N. Consent Issues: Reader peaks into Din's fantasy. NSFW MINORS DNI

Length: 2.7k

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According to urban legends, jedi can read minds. That's true, well, to an extent.

Jedi can read unshielded minds. A Jedi’s mental shield helps to prevent their minds so they’re not easily read, but also to prevent them from accidentally reading a non-force sensitive’s mind. This knowledge helped you survive being chased around the galaxy during the Empire’s reign. Imps are weak-minded and you could easily get any information you needed by reading their mind.

As you grew older, some thoughts people had about you turned sexual. Some got you blushing, like the one from a spacer who fantasized about sweet-talking you into having a quickie in the back of the cantina, some others were just plain disturbing and had you slamming a mental shield as quick as you can before fleeing the parameter with your blaster clutched in your hand.

During the old Jedi-Mandalorian war era, Mando'ade have found a way to keep the jetiise out of their head. Beskar helmets are effective for as long as you can remember, but apparently, there's a loophole. Beskar can't block a jedi who's already soul-bonded to a Mandalorian. There might not be any data about this, but let's be real, there's barely any noted soul bonds between a jedi and Mandalorian throughout history.

This explains the weird sync you and Din have. People have mentioned how you complete each other, that you have almost the same opinions on things, how you two always make the same decisions, both politically and on the battlefield. Some might even suggest that you and him finish each other's sentences. It's a cliché, written in teenager’s holonovels. So you're used to laughing it off, deflecting that you probably just spent too much time together, that between leading and parenting, agreeing on the same thing is just what spouses do. The Armorer called you ‘two halves of one warrior’ at your wedding ceremony. It should’ve ring an alarm in your mind, but in your defense, you were too busy getting swooned off your feet.

It became apparent one day when you met him in a small bakery, just a few minutes away from the Keldabe Palace, when he wasn’t supposed to be done until much later in the day. You’ve been craving Keshian Spice Rolls all day and you figured it was a great day to take the kids out, enjoy the sun and a little sweet treats, then surprise your hard-working riduur with a box of pastries back in the palace. Imagine your surprise when you stepped into a bakery and saw him already queuing.

“Rid’ika!” He called, waving to you from the line. You skipped over the lines, smiling and nodding to everyone as you made your way to your riduur. Din took Grogu from you so you can lift Aranar, who’s busy charming everyone off with his toothy grin, up.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, holding his offered hand. “You have to meet the Prince of Bespin in half an hour.”

“I know, but I heard they are baking Keshian Spice Rolls. So I went to buy you some.” Din shrugged, not once caring about the Prince having to wait for him to get back from spoiling his riduur. “And what about you? I thought you have a bes'kad class for the verd’ike this afternoon.”

“The class won’t start for another two hours and I really want a spice roll.”

You heard people behind you aww-ing and you buried your face into his shoulder, humming when you feel cool beskar against your blushing cheek. Din smiled behind his helmet, paying for three spice rolls to go, never once he let your hand go. You got back to the palace with twenty minutes to spare and herded the ad’ike to the Mand’alor’s office.

“Knock when you need him and don’t come in before I answer.” You rushed into the room when you spotted Kryze marching to stop you.

“You two better not be having se-”

“Young ears, Kryze! Manda, we’re just gonna eat Spice Rolls!” You held the pastry packages up for her to see, holding your laughter when you saw her scowling.

“Spice rolls better not be a code for something else, Djarin! You have a meeting in twenty minutes!”

Din closed the door on her face and you locked it with the force for good measure before dissolving into giggles. Din lifted his helmet up and immediately pressed a longing kiss to your lips. The kiss was uncoordinated since the two of you couldn’t stop grinning. The kiss, and the pastries were heavenly, Grogu and Aranar shared a piece, for your peace of mind. After all, it was you who had to wrangle two sugar-high toddlers in the training yard as you teach advanced sword techniques to a group of heavily armed teenagers who happened to be Mandalore's newly sworn warriors.

The impending knock finally came and you shared another sugary sweet kisses with your riduur before you put his helmet back on and sent him away to his duty. The door was barely closed when you were hit with realization.

Fuck, you thought. We’re soul-bonded.

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Overall, there are worse people to be soul-bonded with. Having one with your own riduur is not a bad thing at all. Having one with your riduur without any source to soul-bond knowledge, however, is another piece of work. Putting a mental shield up against your own riduur feels wrong but you do it anyway, respecting his privacy to his own mind.

Until today.

Today, you feel a gentle nudge at your brick wall of a mental shield, laced with Din's warm force presence. You could've brushed him off and shielded yourself better, but you thought to yourself that a small peak wouldn't be bad.

You're wrong. Oh, you're so wrong because it's bad. Your hand directly flies towards your mouth and you try to stifle a moan as a yawn.

In his fantasy, Din had you bent over the meeting table and he's pounding into you. He has his hand on the small of your back, pressing you down to the table. You're completely naked against the table, pinned beneath the beskar of his armor. You can hear the filthy sound of his cock ramming into your sopping cunt. Din grabs a fistful of your hair, making you cry his name out loud, losing yourself to the stretch and the hard thrusts of Din's cock.

“Oh fuck-” you grit your teeth, clenching your fist on your thigh. You sit there, stunned, breathless, unable to stop watching.

“Can you feel how good this pussy stretches around me, rid’ika?” Din grunts, holding you so close to his hips while his fingers reach down, rubbing your swollen clit. “Such a good girl, do you wanna cum, mesh'la? Wanna soak my cock and make me give you another ik’aad?”

Maker, yes! You thought, trying your damn hardest not to whine while the version of you in his mind is whimpering and begging him to make you cum. Din leans to your ear, telling you to come. You’re shuddering in his arm, moaning his name in a punched out noise with a telltale sign of orgasm, and you snap yourself out of his imagination.

You put your strongest mental shield up and you lean to the plush seat, blinking and looking around the room as you settle yourself back to reality. Din is sitting on the head of the table, looking over his own datapad as he watches a member of his council talk about Mandalore’s quarterly budget report. If you didn’t know better, you’d think your riduur is actively listening to the report instead of daydreaming about fucking you over this very table.

You tread carefully when you're back home. You put Aranar and Grogu to sleep late, making sure they are a little bit more tired than usual so they sleep soundly later tonight. Once the kids are out like lights, you take the baby monitor with you and change into one of Din’s loose shirts.

You find him still seated on the dining table, tapping things into his datapad. You smirk to yourself, walking towards him and leaning over the dining table to take your own datapad that you could easily reach if you make an extra trip to the end of the table. Din can't stop staring, making no move to help you, instead he stands up from the chair and moves to cup the swell of your ass, just like how he imagined before.

“Careful, rid’ika, you don't know what kinda game you're playing here.”

You whine when his hand moves underneath the shirt, trailing up your thigh, sending shivers up your spine. He whispers praises to your ear, biting down your jaw and your neck.

“Fuck, look at you, mesh'la, you're expecting this, huh?” He lifts the shirt up, revealing nothing underneath other than your glistening cunt. “I haven't even done anything, rid'ika, and this pretty pussy's already all wet for me.”

You moan softly when his fingers find your clit, rubbing on it as you shudder in his arms. Din sinks two fingers into your wet heat and he groans when he feels how wet you are. He thumbs on your clit as he keeps pumping in and out of your cunt, spreading your arousal all over his fingers and your inner thighs until you shake beneath him, then he pulls off of you.

“No, cyare please, I'm so close- Ah!” You cry as his fingers leave you, only to moan loudly when he kneels behind you and he slaps your soaked pussy.

“Needy girl,” he teases, slapping your clit again, ignoring your cries. He parts your folds with his tongue until his smart mouth finds your clit and he starts sucking on the sensitive nub. You grip the edge of the table tightly as you grind against his face, smearing your arousal all over his lower face. Din tuts, holding your hips in place, chuckling when he sees your hole clenches around nothing.

“You know what you get for being such a good girl, cyar’ika?” Din asks, his fingers are back on your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerve in a tight circle as you buck violently against his fingers. “Good girl gets to come on my face.”

His lips are back on you, kissing, lapping, and sucking until you're a whimpering mess. You let out a high pitched whine and you come on his mouth, flooding him with your arousal as he keeps on sucking on your lips as you ride your orgasm.

Din grabs your chin towards him and he kisses you hard, his lips are glistening with the mixture of your cum and his spit and you can taste yourself on the tip of his tongue. Din pulls off of you and he turns you around, lifting you up to the edge of the table. He lays you down and he parts your legs with a steady hand on your inner thigh, keeping them apart so he can admire his hard work, your drenched cunt glistening with your sweet come. Din groans then he spits on your cunt, adding to the mess before smearing everything around with the thick head of his cock. He's painfully hard, his foreskin is pulled all the way back, revealing the flared tip, steadily leaking precum all over you. He lines himself up with your entrance and fucks all the way into you in one push. You watch as his thick cock stretches your hole, feeling yourself clinging to his girth, fluttering around him as you struggle to take his size. Both of you moan when he finally buries himself deep inside you, still holding tight to each other.

“Maker, been thinking about this sweet pussy all day.”

Oh, I know. You thought. “Yeah? Did you think about fucking me, ner riduur? Thought about how my pussy clenches around your cock? Did you think about filling me up with your cum until I'm swollen with your adi'ka?” You taunt him, circling your legs on his hips to keep him buried deep inside of you.

“Fuck!” Din swears, hissing while he steadily leaks precum all over your wet heat, leaning his head to yours and rutting deep against your sweet spot. “You're playing with fire, rid'ika. Can't just say things like that.”

“But I want you to,” you beg, moaning wantonly when he starts pumping in and out of you. “Want you to keep fucking me until I'm so full and swollen with your baby.”

Din growls, pounding deep into you with punishing pace. He's watching you, watching your cunt swallowing his cock, watching your face grow slack with pleasure. You slip your hands under the shirt, covering your breast and squeezing them, making your milk leak until there's a wet patch over the shirt.

“Filthy girl,” Din grunts, pawing on the piece of clothing. “Lift it up baby, let me see.”

You lift the shirt up, revealing your breasts for him, shiny from both milk and sweat. Beads of your milk trickling from your nipples, leaking steadily as he fucks into you. He slips one engorged nipple to his mouth, sucking until he can taste you on his tongue while his fingers play with the abandoned one, rubbing and squeezing, spraying him with milk.

“Everything about you is just so sweet, rid'ika, my perfect girl.” He praises. He licks your nipple clean before switching to the other side, pressing open mouthed kisses before bringing the sensitive buds to his mouth and sucking on it, drinking you until he's full while his hand loves on the other one. His cock never stops pounding into you, bringing you closer and closer with each snaps of his hips.

He folds your legs into a mating press, tucking your knees against your chest and his cock is so deep inside you. So deep he reaches your cervix, kissing your womb with his tip. You clench hard around his length, your wall seizes violently around him, milking him irresistibly as he keeps hitting the spot that makes you see stars, begging him to please, never stop. You're wailing as your whole body shakes, tipping your head back and moaning Din's name so loud he has to cover your mouth with his palm, worried the filthy noises of the snap of his balls slapping your ass, your loud moans, and the squelching sound of your wet pussy might wake the sleeping kids up.

With a shaky shudder, you come down from your high, whining as Din keeps fucking you, chasing his own orgasm. After a few brutal thrust, your riduur groans loudly, shouting punched out moans as he peaks. His cock twitches in your soaked, messy cunt, filling you with his hot cum, flooding your insides and claiming you his. He kisses your lips, muffling both your moans, only parting to plant another kiss to your temple while he pumps you full of his cum, murmuring sweet, loving praises and filthy promises to you.

“That's a good girl, rid'ika. Take it, baby, gonna get you all round and pregnant. That's what you want, right? Want to give me another? Want to be bred all over again?”

Din keeps rutting with you until you both shake from overstimulation and he gently pulls out of you. He admires your blissed, fucked out face, trailing soft kisses down your jaw and your neck, sucking his marks all over your body. You tip his jaw up and catch his lips in another kiss, laced with a content smile, before breaking away to whisper sweet I love yous to each other.

Din gathers you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom and lowering you gently into your shared bed. He leaves for the fresher, fetching a damp rag to clean you up before slipping into his side of bed beside you. He pulls you close, kissing your lips lovingly and rearranges the covers, tucking you into his arms.

“You're my dream girl, you know that right?”

“I tried,” you smile contently, caressing the scruff of his jaw softly.

“You don't have to,” Din mutters, humming when you snuggle closer to him, pressing your heartbeat over his. “You're perfect just the way you are.”

You exchange more kisses, lazily making out in bed until sleep takes over, safely nestled in each other's arms.

About a few weeks later, you start to feel the tiniest flutter in the force.

[amitiel-truth]

River Maiden Pt. 2

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

🔞 Warning~

In the Grand Hall of the Palace, Telemachus sits at the side of the dining table, the other side his mother, Queen Penelope. The table is adorned with an array of scrumptious dishes, each more tantalizing than the last. Telemachus stabs at his food with his fork, his mind clearly preoccupied elsewhere. Penelope notices her son's distant demeanor and gives him a concerned look.

"You're quiet tonight," Penelope observes, a hint of worry in her voice. She takes a sip of her wine before continuing.

"Is something troubling you, my son?"

Telemachus startles a bit at his mother's question, snapping out of his thoughts. He looks up at her with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

"Oh, it's nothing, Mother. Just… lost in thought, I suppose," he replies, trying to brush off her concern. Telemachus returns his attention to his food, pretending to be nonchalant.

Penelope's eyes narrow slightly, not entirely convinced by her son's response. She knows Telemachus well, and she can tell that something is bothering him.

You've been distracted all evening. Is there something, or someone, on your mind?" Penelope probes gently, taking another sip of her wine.

Telemachus lets out a sigh, realizing that his mother isn't going to let this go. He sets his fork down and rubs his temples in frustration.

"I... met someone today. A girl. In the forest," he admits, his voice quiet. He avoids eye contact with his mother, as if afraid of her reaction.

Penelope raises an eyebrow at this news, a subtle note of surprise in her expression. She leans back in her chair, swirling the wine in her cup.

"Well, that is unexpected," she comments, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. There's a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Tell me more about her."

Telemachus hesitates for a moment, not sure how much to reveal to his mother. He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"She's... different. Beautiful. Intelligent. And somehow, she managed to get the better of me in under a minute." Telemachus can't help the small smile that forms on his lips as he speaks of her. The memory of their encounter still fresh in his mind.

Penelope chuckles at her son's description, amused by his infatuation. She studies his expression, noting the sparkle in his eyes as he speaks of the mysterious girl.

"It seems she made quite the impression on you," Penelope remarks, taking another sip of wine. There's a hint of a sly smile on her face.

Telemachus blushes slightly at his mother's observation. He can feel her studying him, taking note of every little detail on his face.

"She did. She's like no one I've ever met before. She... challenged me, teased me, made me feel things I've never felt before," he confesses, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and confusion.

Penelope lets out a small laugh, enjoying her son's dilemma. She sets her wine cup down, her eyes never leaving his face.

"Ah, the thrill of young love," she muses, her voice filled with a hint of nostalgia. "It's a powerful thing. And it seems you've fallen head over heels for this mystery girl."

Telemachus's cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red at his mother's words. He looks down at the table, fiddling with his food.

"I... I don't know about love," he stammers, trying to downplay his feelings. But deep down, he knows the truth. He's smitten, completely smitten.

Penelope can't help but chuckle at her son's denial. She leans forward, resting her chin on her hand.

"Oh, my dear Telemachus, you're a terrible liar. I can see it in your eyes," she teases, her voice filled with gentle affection.

Telemachus can't help the small pout that forms on his lips at his mother's comment. He knows that she's right, of course. He's never been a good liar. Especially when his heart is involved.

"Am I that obvious?" he mutters, his voice lacking conviction.

Penelope grins, amused by her son's reluctant confession. She reaches across the table and pats his hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry, my love. It's normal for a young man to be besotted with a pretty maiden," She reassures him, her voice filled with understanding.

"So, What's her name?" Penelope asked, smiling softly at her smitten son

Telemachus hesitates for a moment before answering, still processing the wave of emotions coursing through him. He takes a deep breath before replying, his voice soft.

"(Y/N). Her name is (Y/N)."

As Telemachus says her name aloud, his heart skips a beat. The sound of her name on his lips feels almost sacred. Even uttering it makes him yearn for her all the more.

Penelope's smile widens at her son's reaction. She can practically see the affection written all over his face.

"(Y/N)... It's a beautiful name. And she must be even more beautiful to have captivated you so fiercely," She remarks, her eyes sparkling with humor.

Telemachus nods, his gaze still fixed on the table. The mere mention of Egeria's name ignites a spark in his chest. He can't deny the pull he feels towards her.

"She is... breathtaking. Her beauty is unlike anything I've ever seen. But it's not just her looks. It's... it's everything about her. Her wit, her strength, her confidence... It's like she's cast a spell on me."

Penelope laughs once more, thoroughly amused by her son's predicament. She can see the infatuation in his eyes, the way his voice softens when he speaks of (Y/N).

"My dear Telemachus, it seems you've been well and truly smitten. Your description of her leaves no doubt about that," she teases, her tone light and playful.

Telemachus groans, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment. His mother's amused, teasing tone only serves to highlight his predicament. He's completely at the mercy of his heart, and he knows it.

"I know, I know. I sound like a lovestruck fool," he mutters, his voice muffled behind his hands.

Penelope's smile softens, and she reaches out to gently pry his hands away from his face.

"You sound like a young man in love," she corrects, her voice filled with understanding. She gives his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"It's a wonderful thing, Telemachus. Embrace it. He may not admit it, but your Father was the same way when we first met, his friends told me" Penelope tells him with a fond smile

Telemachus looks up at his mother, surprised by the revelation. The idea of his father, the great Odysseus, being a lovestruck fool seems almost comical. He raises an eyebrow at her.

"Father... was like this too?" he asks, disbelief coloring his voice.

Penelope laughs at her son's disbelief, remembering the antics of his father in their younger days. She pats his hand with maternal affection.

"Oh, yes. Your Father was a mess when he first laid eyes on me. All stuttering and blushing, just like you now."

Telemachus can't help the smile that forms on his lips at his mother's words. The image of his father, the valiant warrior and cunning strategist, reduced to a nervous wreck by love, is both amusing and relatable.

"I never would've thought Father to be the type," he admits, his voice tinged with bemusement.

Penelope chuckles, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Oh, trust me, he was. He may be a hero, but underneath all that bravado, he's as vulnerable as any man when it comes to matters of the heart. Your heart doesn't listen to reason, my dear. It just knows what it wants."

"That's what he would have told you if he were here" Penelope stated, smiling at him

Telemachus nods, his heart aching at the mention of his father. He misses him terribly even without being able to have met him in the first place, but he finds comfort in his mother's words. He knows that if his father were here, he'd reassure him, tell him that this feeling, this infatuation, is a part of life.

"I wish he were here," he murmurs, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Penelope notices the hint of melancholy in his voice and reaches out, gently taking his hand in hers.

"I know, my love. I miss him too. But he lives on in you. Your strength, your courage, your wit... you've inherited more from him than you realize."

Telemachus glances up at his mother, touched by her words. He looks at their hands, her slender one clasped around his rough and calloused ones. He swallows the lump in his throat and manages a small smile.

"I guess you're right. I just hope he'd be proud of the man I've become."

The next day, Telemachus wakes up with a determined look in his eyes. He spent the night tossing and turning, (Y/N)'s name playing in his mind like a soothing lullaby. He had barely slept, his thoughts consumed by her. Even now, in the early hours of the morning, he could feel the magnetic pull towards her.

After a long day of , distracted, training with Athena Telemachus has but one goal in mind: to see (Y/N) again, to hear her voice, to see her smile.

Telemachus makes his way down to the river, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation. He scans the banks, his eyes searching every inch of the familiar landscape. He remembers vividly the spot where he had first seen her and heads straight there, hoping against hope that she'll be there waiting for him.

Telemachus halts in his tracks, his ears perking up at the sound of humming. He listens closely, trying to pinpoint the direction from which the sound is coming. The soft, melodic hum fills his heart with hope, and he follows the sound, his steps quickening.

There he finds his Lady, taking a bath once more while brushing her hair.

His breath hitches in his throat as his eyes land on her, his heart suddenly speeding up. There she is, bathing in the river, her slender form visible beneath the translucent water. Telemachus stands frozen, taking in the sight of her graceful movements, the way her fingers brush through her hair, the sound of her gentle humming. He knows he should announce his presence, but he can't seem to find his voice, captivated by her simple elegance.

He's torn between the desire to go to her and the fear that doing so might make her disappear like a dream. Telemachus stares at her, the way the sunlight dances on her skin, her hair falling softly around her shoulders. He feels like a voyeur, but he can't bring himself to look away. After a moment, he finally summons the courage to speak, his voice soft and low.

"(Y/N)..."

(Y/N) suddenly pauses, looking for the location of the voice, before seeing Telemachus

"Why, hello there, Your Highness~"

Telemachus can't help the small shiver that runs down his spine when she addresses him, his title sounding almost like a sultry whisper when it leaves her lips. He steps closer, his eyes never leaving her face.

"I... I didn't mean to startle you," he stutters, still recovering from the sight of her.

"I think you're the most startled one between the two of us, for you've caught me in the state of undress once more" (Y/N) teases, swimming into the deeper parts of the river bank.

Telemachus watches as she swims deeper into the river, his eyes tracing the water droplets clinging to her skin. Her teasing tone doesn't go unnoticed, and he feels a pang of heat in his chest. He tries to focus his gaze on her face, but he can't help stealing a few glances at her silhouette beneath the water. He clears his throat, his voice a bit hoarse as he replies.

"Is it too much to say I find the sight rather... invigorating?"

"Ooooh getting quite bold now aren't we?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

Her teasing words only add fuel to the fire within him, and Telemachus finds himself drawn closer to the edge of the river. He watches her, the water rippling around her form, and he finds himself speaking without thinking.

"Perhaps I'm just inspired by the view," he replies, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"To do what exactly?" (Y/N) challenges, floating at the deeper parts of the river.

Telemachus steps closer to the river's edge, the sound of the water the only thing between them. He stares at her, his heart racing in his chest. He thinks of her question, the implications behind her words. He takes a deep breath before responding, his voice huskier than before.

"I'd like to... join you."

"That would be hard fully clothed and armed, wouldn't it?" (Y/N) further challenges, treading through the water.

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Telemachus glances down at his clothes and armor, realizing she has a point. He looks back at her, a mix of frustration and arousal coursing through his veins. Without a word, he begins to shed his clothing and armor, discarding them with quick, almost frantic movements.

(Y/N) looks in shock as Telemachus stood bare by the river bank, her eyes unable to leave him as he began walking into the water.

The cold water against his bare skin sends a shiver down Telemachus's spine, but he doesn't flinch. Rather, the sensation only adds fuel to the fire inside him. He keeps his eyes on (Y/N) as he makes his way into the water, his gaze never wavering from hers. The water reaches up to his waist, and he takes a few more steps towards her.

(Y/N) still stunned, as she watched Telemachus approach her,chest to chest in front of her, as bare as she is.

Telemachus stares down at (Y/N), their bodies almost touching. His heart is hammering in his chest, the proximity to her skin sending tingles through his body. He raises a hand, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch almost reverent.

"You're even more beautiful up close," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire.

"I... I don't know why, but I can't seem to stay away from you," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of awe and desire.

(Y/N) gets out of her stupor, shaking her head before going back to her usual self

"Is that so? Even if we've just met?"

Telemachus nods, his eyes never leaving hers. He reaches out, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her cheek. He can feel the heat of her skin against his palm, and it ignites something within him.

"Even so. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew... I knew I was lost," he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and wonder. He moves his hand down, his fingertips resting gently just below her ear.

"What is it... that you do to me?"

Telemachus feels his heart race even faster under her unwavering gaze. His fingers move to her hair, gently entwining in the soft, damp strands. He takes a step closer, closing the small distance between them, his body nearly flush against hers.

"It's like... like you've cast a spell over me," he confesses, his voice husky with a hint of desperation. "I can't think of anything else but you. Your face... your voice... your scent..."

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, as he kisses a lock of her hair. The feel of her hair against his lips sends a jolt through Telemachus's body. He takes a deep breath, inhaling her scent, letting it fill his lungs. He closes his eyes, savoring the moment, the feel of her skin, the sound of her breathing.

"You are... intoxicating," he whispers against her hair. His fingers trail down her back, tracing her spine, as he pulls her closer, his body pressed against hers.

(Y/N) shakes her head as she wraps her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair, a soft smile on her lips.

"And you're adorable" before kissing his lips.

Telemachus's eyes widen in surprise as her lips meet his, soft and gentle. His heart skips a beat, his mind going blank for a moment. Then, he melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. His hands travel down her spine, tracing the curve of her lower back.

The feel of her skin beneath his fingertips, the taste of her lips... it's almost too much for him. Telemachus pulls back slightly, his breath coming in quick gasps, as he looks at her with a mix of wonder and desire.

His hands continue to roam her body, tracing every contour, committing it to memory. He can't seem to get enough of her, the need for her touch consuming him.

He finds himself moving on instinct, his mouth trailing down her jaw, to her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along her skin. Telemachus's lips move lower, finding that sweet spot just below her collarbone, and a low growl escapes his throat.

"You're... driving me insane," he manages to gasp out, his voice rough with desire.

His body presses against hers, his arms holding her tightly to him as if she'll slip through his fingers if he lets go for even a second. Telemachus's kisses continue down her body, exploring every inch of her skin he can reach. His senses are on fire, the taste and smell of her enveloping him completely.

"You're quite the ravenous one are you, Your Highness? Not that I mind~" (Y/N) teases, kissing him once more

Telemachus can't help but chuckle at her tease, his lips still against her skin. He pulls back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, his breathing ragged.

"I don't think I can help it around you," he says, his voice thick with need. His hands roam down her sides, to her hips, pulling her even closer against him. Telemachus can feel the need coursing through him, growing more intense with each passing moment.

"You make me... lose all sense of reason."

(Y/N) gasp as Telemachus roughly slipped into her, making her holding onto him in the water.

The sound of her gasp echoes in Telemachus's ears, sending a shock of pleasure through his body. He tightens his hold on her, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulls her even closer. Telemachus is lost in the feel of her around him, the heat between them almost unbearable. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You... feel so... good," he manages to gasp out, the words almost lost in the sound of the river around them as he continues his pounding onto her, spreading her legs in the water, hooking them over his arms.

"Telemachus~"

The sound of his name escapes her lips is almost Telemachus's undoing. He growls against her skin, his mouth finding hers again in a fierce kiss. He's beyond any form of control now, the need and desire taking hold of him completely. He carries and presses her against the river bank, his body pinning hers to the coarse rocks, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

His lips move down her neck as he continues his onslaught, his kisses becoming more frantic, more possessive. Telemachus's hands grip her hips, his fingers digging in almost painfully as he pulls her closer to him, his body craving more of her, needing more of her.

(Y/N) could only lay there and take it, hugging his head tightly onto her chest.

Telemachus is lost in a sea of sensations, the feel of (Y/N) against him, the sound of her gasps and moans, the taste of her skin. He worships her body with his hands, his lips, his tongue, as if she's the only thing that matters in the world. Telemachus's movements become faster, more erratic, as he approaches the edge.

(Y/N) could only gasp as she feels Telemachus's hips presses down onto hers, biting her lip as she tried to suppress her noises.

Seeing her biting her lip is almost too much for Telemachus to bear. He growls against her, his mouth finding hers in a fierce kiss. His hand reaches up, tangling in her hair, pulling gently to bring her face closer to his.

"Let me hear you," he whispers, his voice low and gravelly. "Don't hold back. I need to hear you..."

*Telemachus groans against her skin, the sound low and deep. He can feel her body respond to his touch, her gasps and moans fuel to the fire that's consuming him. Telemachus kisses her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, as hips moves against hers in a frantic rhythm.

(Y/N) couldn't hold it back much longer, moaning against his lips, scratching his bare back.

The sound of her moans is like music to Telemachus's ears, spurring him on further. He hisses slightly as he feels her nails scratching his skin, the mix of pain and pleasure only serving to drive him wilder. Telemachus's hips move faster against hers, his body pressing her closer to the side of the riverbank. He buries his face in her neck, panting and groaning against her skin, his mind a blur of desire and need.

"Too fast! Too fast!" (Y/N) cried out with her tightly legs wrapped around his waist.

Telemachus takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to slow himself down. He feels her legs wrapped around him, her body pressed against his, and it's almost enough to send him over the edge. Telemachus buries his face in the crook of her neck, his breath coming in short gasps. He holds her tightly, trying to hold himself back, to slow down.

"Sorry," he groans, his voice almost desperate. "You just feel... so good. I'm trying... to hold on..."

"D...don't you dare" (Y/N) suddenly threatens him, teary eyed, she looks...adorable to him.

"Don't you dare slow down"

Telemachus stares at her for a moment, her teary eyes and adorable expression sending a jolt through him. He feels the fire within him reignite at her words, and he's unable to resist. Telemachus leans down, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, before whispering against her skin.

"As you wish," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with need. And with that, he picks up his pace once more, his body moving against hers in a frenzy of desire and need.

(Y/N) nearly screams, one of her hands holding onto the back of his head, while the other is intertwined with Telemachus, gripping it tightly, as she could feel how hard Telemachus presses down onto her.

Telemachus relishes in her reaction, her sounds and cries only fueling his desire further. His hand clenches hers tightly, fingers interlocking with hers, while his other hand grips her hip, holding her in place against him. Telemachus's body moves against hers, the rhythm of their bodies now completely out of control, as the pressure and heat between them reaches its peak.

(Y/N) arches her back as she feels Telemachus's rushing seed inside of her, gasping in a daze.

As (Y/N) arches beneath him, Telemachus let's out a guttural groan, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to recover from the intensity of their coupling. Telemachus holds her tightly against him, his arms wrapping around her as if he never wants to let her go.

"(Y/N)..." he whispers, his voice low and hoarse. "You... drive me crazy..."

"And you've...*hah*...made me breathless" (Y/N) points out, pulling him into a kiss.

The sound of her slightly breathless voice sends a thrill through Telemachus, his heart still racing from their intimate moment together. He kisses her back, the feel of her lips against his filling him with an unfamiliar but intense happiness.

"I suppose we both got... a bit carried away," he says, managing a chuckle. He pulls back slightly, looking at her with a mix of desire and affection.

"Speak for yourself, you ravenous wolf" (Y/N) teases, kissing him deeply.

Telemachus laughs softly at her tease, the sound a mix of amusement and desire. He returns her kiss, the taste of her lips sending another jolt of want through him. He pulls her even closer, his hands roaming her body once more, as he growls against her ear.

"You didn't seem... to be complaining a moment ago."

"Shut it, you" (Y/N) lightly demands, nuzzling up to his face before kissing his lips.

Telemachus laughs against her lips, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his, the warm water lapping around them. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close as he returns her kiss, the fire within him starting to stir again. Telemachus leans in, his lips trailing down her neck, to that sweet spot just below her collarbone.

"Careful, or I might have to silence you another way..." he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

(Y/N) could only squeal through the forest, submitting to her fate with his hands on her sides.

Several hours later, Telemachus and (Y/N) find themselves sitting by the river, mostly dry, the sun setting in the sky. Telemachus sits with his back against a tree, (Y/N) nestled in his lap, her head on his chest. He absentmindedly runs his fingers through her hair, a comfortable silence between them.

"We've only known each other yesterday and yet...here we are, nestled next to each other like old lovers" (Y/N) commented, tracing circles in his chest.

Telemachus nods slightly, a small smile on his lips. He glances down at her, his expression thoughtful. He still can't quite believe the events of the past day. It all feels a bit surreal to him.

"I can't explain it either. When I first saw you, it was like... something within me just... recognized you." He pauses, looking down at her, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin.

"As if part of me knew I had found something... someone, I had been searching for all my life."

"...would it be redundant to say that I feel the same way?" (Y/N) asked, smiling shyly at him.

Telemachus laughs softly, a warm, genuine smile on his lips. He shakes his head slightly, his eyes never leaving hers.

"No, not at all. I feel like... I've been waiting for you my whole life. And now that I've found you, I don't ever want to let go."

He bends down, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I know it sounds crazy... we hardly know each other... but I feel like... like you're everything I've been missing."

"It's fine I just...I hope it's not too late at least get to know each other" (Y/N) asked, looking up at him sheepishly.

"Of course not," Telemachus assures her, his fingers continuing to play with her hair. He looks down at her, his expression serious now.

"I want to know everything about you. Your likes, your dislikes, your dreams, your fears. I want to understand who you are, what makes you tick..."

He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching hers.

"But there's something else I need to know first..."

He hesitates, his voice going almost soft, almost hesitant. Telemachus looks down at her, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, cupping it gently. He stares into her eyes, his expression turning serious.

"You... you haven't been... you aren't already promised to anyone, are you? Engaged? Betrothed?"

"Pfft, you really believed my teasing yesterday?" (Y/N) teases, laughing a bit.

Telemachus can't help but laugh too, the sound a mix of relief and humor. He smiles down at her, shaking his head slightly at her tease.

"I should know better than to trust everything that comes out of that pretty mouth of yours" he says, his voice full of affection.

(Y/N) calms down from laughing, before taking a hold of his face, making him look at her.

"Just to be clear, I'm *kiss* not *kiss* betrothed *kiss* or *kiss* engaged *kiss* with *kiss* anyone *kiss* especially*kiss* with *kiss* an adorable *kiss* Prince *kisskisskiss*" Egeria clears it out, improperly.

With each kiss, Telemachus feels his heart flutter a little more. But by the time (Y/N) has finished, Telemachus’s cheeks are flushed pink, and he’s feeling a bit light-headed. He stares down at her, slightly dazed, before managing to speak.

“Y-you have... a very effective way of making your point,” he stutters, still a bit flustered by her barrage of kisses. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Glad we've come to an understanding" (Y/N) stated, before kissing his nose.

Telemachus laughs softly, his expression softening further at her kiss. He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her, holding her against him.

"You're a handful, you know that?" he says, his voice low and affectionate.

"I better be~" (Y/N) stated with a smile

Telemachus laughs again, shaking his head slightly in mock disapproval. But he can't help but smile at her cheeky comment.

"Such a naughty princess," he teases, his hands gently trailing down her back.

"Not a Princess, Your Highness~" (Y/N) teases, tapping his nose

Telemachus chuckles at her comment, enjoying their playful banter. He grabs her hand, stopping her from tapping his nose.

"Ah ah ah, no teasing the prince," he chides, a hint of humor in his voice. "Only princesses have the privilege of that."

"Oh? Then I guess my presence isn't needed after-"

"Not so fast," Telemachus interjects, his hands immediately wrapping around her, pulling her back towards him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Whaaat? You said Princesses are only allowed to tease the Prince~" (Y/N) teases, smirking at him.

Telemachus laughs, shaking his head at her cheeky smirk. He grips her hips with his hands, bringing her closer to him, pinning her against his chest.

"True... but I changed my mind. I think I can make an exception for you...and a punishment" he murmurs, his voice low and slightly possessive.

"Ooh, don't threaten me with a good time, My Prince~" (Y/N) challenges, her legs cagging his waist.

Telemachus lets out a low groan, his hands tightening around her hips in response to her words.

"Careful, my love. You're playing a dangerous game," he says, his voice a mix of desire and warning.

"Oh, but we already have~" (Y/N) points out, before pulling him into a kiss, as they began another round of their daylight passion.

A/N: Nah, I'm not ovulating, you are. 🙃

[suempu]

Hi!! First of all absolutely love your writting <3 Can I ask for Chilchuck x fem tall Human reader when they both get drunk together for the first time and things get handsy, If you could do nsfw headcanons it would be perfect, thanks a lot!! :D

thank you so much for the kind words, i really appreciate all the support :’D!!!

unestablished relationship + tw: alcohol

<3

it was a few days after laios’ formal coronation, and the party decided to have a casual celebration in one of the palace’s common rooms.

there must be something special in the way they brew royal wine since even chilchuck, the experienced alcoholic, had already been wasted from the 3rd bottle.

your friends was scattered all around, with senshi dozing off on a chair, laios falling into a food coma, marcille and falin mumbling dazily among themselves.

in the far corner, you and chilchuck were drunkenly snickering to yourselves. everything was so groggy and warm, you couldn’t help but laugh and peck his forehead while he was showing you the different bottles and labels.

“you’re so cute. i don’t think i’ve ever told you that.” giggling, you smother him in hugs.

he grumbles, trying to shake off your hold, “stop treating me like i’m a kid!”

“so cute and handsome… always so good with your hands…” you mumble, not hearing a word he’s said as you rub your cheeks together.

chilchuck stops for a moment after that, and he thinks he might’ve sobered up before he starts mouthing your face in a daze. pressing his lips against your soft skin, mindlessly nosing into you with half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks.

you both look crazy right now, warm air and fuzzy tension as you snort at his silent nuzzling, the blush on your cheeks only getting redder.

“i think… you’re pretty… uh, cute too.” he murmurs, making you gasp dramatically. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and squealed, “stop, you’re gonna make me fall in love.”

chilchuck snickers, not at all minding how he’s nestled on your chest. in a bold act under the alcohol’s influence, he snickers before leaning up to your head, pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

“what if i did this?” another peck, “or this?” another smooch, “in love with me yet?” he teases.

the situation escalated pretty quickly once you decided that it was a competition. simple kisses turned into a full blown makeout session.

you both were riding the highs of doing such a lewd act while your friends were in the room, although passed out.

chilchuck had his knees up on the sofa, hands resting on your hips and waist as yours were on his hair and shoulders.

occasionally, you’d lean away breathless and panting for air while chuckling to each other, not thinking of the consequences that will come in the morning.

chilchuck kisses lazily, fingers trailing all over your body, from your sides to your stomach, and even cheekily poking and prodding near your chest.

meanwhile your hands were busy tugging at his hair and messing it up, your other one busying themselves with running up and down his abdomen, making him shiver and groan into your mouth.

no hickeys were formed though, he only sucked and nipped at your shoulder and neck but it wasn’t enough to leave a mark.

hours later the party woke up to half of your body hanging off the sofa while chilchuck’s face was hidden in your stomach, hugging your waist and cuddling you.

the whole morning was spent ignoring their constant teasing.

[antinousletmehit]

Pairing: platonic!Antinous x fem!reader/ Telemachus x fem!reader

Note: a chapter of this series will come out each day because I’ve already pre written this stuff PRE ITHACA SAGA so the future chapters regarding that may or may not be changed. Also I will go through readers and Antinous’s backstory as siblings soon.

THIS IS PART 3

Here’s where you can find part 2–> https://www.tumblr.com/antinousletmehit/771422711234887681/paring-telemachus-x-femreader-notes-first

N/N= nickname

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Y/n strolled out of the hall, her smirk lingering from the sheer delight of watching Telemachus squirm. The cool, quiet halls of the palace gave way to the raucous noise of the main hall. Laughter, shouting, and the occasional clatter of a goblet hitting the floor filled the space.

The Suitors were sprawled around the room, gambling with dice, boasting of how Penelope looked their way and didn’t frown, and play-fighting as if they were on a battlefield. Plates of half-eaten food littered the tables, and amphorae of wine were passed around with careless abandon.

Y/n weaved through the chaos, dodging an overly enthusiastic shove between two men sparring with wooden swords. She reached for a cup of water from a passing servant’s tray, taking a sip before a familiar voice cut through the din.

“Well, if it ain’t little N/N!”

Y/n turned to see her brother, Antinous, standing near one of the tables, arms wide in mock celebration. He was surrounded by a few of the rowdier Suitors, his grin as sharp and confident as ever.

“Don’t call me that,” she said, though her tone lacked any real annoyance.

“Why not? It suits you,” Antinous replied, leaning on the edge of the table. “Little N/N, always poking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Tell me, who have you been tormenting now?”

“Who says I’ve been tormenting anyone?” she asked innocently, taking another sip of water.

Antinous laughed, throwing his head back. “Oh, come now. You have that look about you. The same one I get after outsmarting some poor fool.” He narrowed his eyes at her playfully. “Let me guess… Telemachus?”

Y/n smirked, leaning against a nearby pillar. “Who else? He’s so easy, Antinous. All I have to do is say a few words, and he’s blushing like a maiden on her wedding day.”

The Suitors around Antinous erupted in laughter, one of them slapping the table so hard the dice scattered. “The prince of Ithaca, reduced to a stammering fool by a girl!” one of them crowed.

Antinous grinned, raising his goblet in a mock toast. “Well done, sister. You’re learning from the best.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “If I’m learning from you, then maybe I should start charging him for the privilege of my company.”

“That’s the spirit!” Antinous said, gesturing for her to sit at the table with him. “Why waste your talents on free entertainment when you could profit from them? You could even outdo me one day.”

“Outdo you?” she repeated with a laugh, setting her cup down. “Is that even possible?”

The two of them shared a laugh, their sibling bond clear in the way they teased each other. Around them, the Suitors continued their games and boasts. But in the back of Y/N’s mind, an image lingered—Telemachus, standing defiant despite her taunts.

Y/n leaned back in her chair, her smirk lingering as Antinous poured himself a goblet of wine. Around her, the Suitors’ voices ebbed and flowed in waves of laughter and drunken arguments, but Y/ns focus was on her brother.

He was always the center of attention, effortlessly commanding the room. He had a knack for it, a charisma that even she had to admire. Still, as much as she enjoyed their games, Antinous’s antics sometimes grated on her nerves.

“Do you ever get tired of playing king?” Y/n asked, swirling the water in her goblet.

Antinous arched an eyebrow, his grin unwavering. “King? No, sister. I’m merely trying to keep the throne warm for the day Odysseus never returns. Someone has to take charge, after all. And that old relic is too busy mourning a dead man than to choose the man who’ll have her to wife.”

“Is that what you call drinking, gambling, and pretending you’re invincible?” she quipped. Her smirk sharper than the edge of Antinous’s blade.

Antinous laughed, unbothered by her jab. “Careful, Y/n. Envy doesn’t suit you.”

“Envious? Of you?” She scoffed, though her smile betrayed her amusement. “I’d rather be the serpent hiding in the shadows than the lion roaring in the open. You should know better than anyone how that story ends.”

Antinous paused, his grin faltering just slightly. It was fleeting, but Y/n noticed. She always did. He recovered quickly, leaning back in his chair with an air of practiced ease.

“And yet, here you are, mingling with the lions,” he said, gesturing to the raucous crowd around them. “Perhaps you’re not so different from me after all.”

Y/n didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she let her gaze drift over the room. The Suitors were a sorry lot, drunken fools more concerned with games and glory than anything of substance. Telemachus wasn’t wrong to hate them. She hated them too, in her own weird way.

Her mind wandered back to the interaction with Telemachus, to the flash of anger in Telemachus’s eyes as she goaded him. It wasn’t the first time she’d pushed him, and it wouldn’t be the last. There was something about him, something raw and untapped, like a blade waiting to be sharpened.

“You’re quiet,” Antinous said, breaking her thoughts. He tilted his head, studying her. “What are you thinking about now?”

Y/n smirked, meeting his gaze. “Nothing you need to worry about, brother. Just thinking about how boring this lot is.” She gestured to the rowdy group around them. “Don’t you ever wish for something… more challenging?”

Antinous chuckled, leaning closer. “Challenges are for those who have something to prove. I don’t have anything to prove, I know who I am and I prefer to enjoy myself.”

“Of course you do,” she said dryly, taking another sip of her water.

Antinous didn’t press further, turning his attention back to the game at hand. Y/n, however, let her thoughts drift again, this time to Telemachus.

Y/n smiled to herself, setting her goblet down. The lions could keep roaring. She would remain the serpent, coiled and patient, waiting for the right moment to strike.