#if you were wondering the cup says “male wife”

[m0thwinged]

some hero doodles i did for a friend of mines' birthday!! here, my two followers, you can enjoy these too! :3

[starkeyisthelastname]

kinda curious about how the first time with stepdad!rafe be like

btw love your writing sm oml🤍

(Thank you sweetness! 🤭💕)

He had treated you to an entire day of shopping on the mainland, letting you get anything you wanted. From Sephora to Chanel, he spent it all on you. He had been buttering you up for the last few weeks, letting his gentlemen come out every second. You were naive, needing someone to guide you through your newly adult years.

He had made sure his wife wasn’t home that night, thanking this was a weekend she had went on a girl’s trip with her friends. He had even said yes to watching a movie with you in your bed, his goal to get his cock in you that same night.

“Hold your legs back for me.. yeah there you go.” Rafe’s voice low as he helped you bend your smooth thighs back. He had you nearly folded in half, pink pussy at the perfect angle for him to slide into. He saw your face, cheeks already flushed as you tried to shy away from him. As open to the idea of him teaching you what a real man should do, he also knew you were worried about your mother finding out. “Hey, look at me. Yeah?” He said, dick in hand as he slid it over your soaked folds.

You glanced at him, wispy lashes fluttering as your pretty lips opened in a small whimper. “I’m scared.” You whispered. You had only had sex once before and he wasn’t anywhere as big as Rafe. You also knew that this was wrong, but your naive self also had thing for strong male figures and wanting to completely devote yourself to them. Even if this one happened to be your stepfather.

Rafe’s hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your smooth skin as he stuck the tip near your entrance. “Don’t be scared sweetheart. I promise you it’s gonna feel good.” He whispered, slowly pushing himself in your tight cunt for the first time. “Yeah… daddy’s gonna make you a good little slut.” His blue eyes rolling back as your hot little cunt swallowed him.

Your mouth fell open, eyebrows squeezing together as you felt his fat length fill you up. You couldn't seem to say anything, words at a loss as he began to trust his toned hips. Your tummy fluttered, eyes glancing up at the handsome man above you.

Rafe let out a soft chuckle, eyes flashing dark as his messed up mine got off on the fact he had his dick buried up his step-daughter’s cunt. His thumb came down to rub your pearl, watching as you let out the prettiest moan he had ever heard. “You like that shit?” His voice rasped out to you.

All you could was nod your head, moans only growing louder the harder he went. The way your hips were angled had him hitting your hole at a brutal pace, your own parts betraying you as the sound of wetness filled the room.

He smirked, loving how he had you exactly where he wanted you. Wrapped around his finger to be a good cock slut. “Yeah… there you go. Take that dick up your princess cunt like a good girl.”

His nasty words, only make you wonder what else he had in store for you moving forward. The tiny voice in the back of your head, making your French nails tap his lower abdomen. “Rafey.. we sh-should stop.” You mumbled, struggling to cease the funny feeling that was growing in the pit of your belly.

Rafe looked at you, thrusts coming to a halt. He watched your eyes widen, glossy lips frowning despite you telling him to stop. “Why you fuckin crying for then when I slow down? Huh?” He asked eyebrow raised as he heard the whine come from your open mouth. “Better start using your big girl words or I will fuckin stop. You and I both know you don't want that baby.”

[rodolfoparras]

Cw: 18+, single dad Price, top Male reader, one night stand, age gap, widower! Price

Summary: In which Price happens to hook up with his son’s boyfriend

Thinking about single dad Price who’s been single for many years but gets encouraged by his friends to try the dating scene. After finding no luck on dating apps, he tries going to a gay bar.

At first it's the same old story, men who just want him for the night, not much different from the men from the dating apps and he’s just about to give up when you show up.

He hadn’t planned to talk to you at first and you hadn't even tried to approach him but you had gotten your drinks mixed up and thus a conversation started up.

From the low light of the bar he could see that you were much younger than him, and for a second Price thought about cutting this conversation short because Price knew boys like you, boys who thought they could take on the world boys who didn’t even know what they really want.

But he didn’t want to cut the conversation short, and found himself intrigued by you. Besides you’re the only normal person that approached him tonight so why not?

The two of you spoke about anything and everything under the sun. He had even let it slip that he was a single dad who hasn’t been in the dating scene in a while but you didn’t seem to mind it at all, only giving him a soft smile in response as you continued to listen to him.

But every word exchanged, every time your gazes met, every accidental graze and touch Price had realized you were just his type.

And suddenly Price wanted you in a way he hasn’t wanted anyone since his late wife passed.

But you didn’t seem that much interested in having sex, instead you continued to sit with him at the bar, and talk to him.

Price thought it must’ve been because of his age, why would you want to hook up with an old man anyway?

But if Price has learned anything from the dating scene it’s that sometimes you have to take the first step and see where it leads you.

So he downed his drink, cleared his throat, and asked you if you’d like to come home with him.

You’d been surprised at first not expecting those words and Price almost took your hesitance for rejection but you quickly spoke up again, ending any doubts in his head, and only asking if he’s sure about it

Price felt heat creeping up his neck, ears and cheeks but nodded eagerly, pants growing tighter as the two of you walked to his apartment.

When he first stepped foot inside he thought you’d push him up against the wall rip his clothes off and crash your lips onto his, truth be told if you were to do that he wouldn’t mind it but instead you hung your jacket up and put your shoes to the side and looked around the apartment , with a curious look in your eyes.

Price tried to scramble his brain for something to say. It had been so long since he brought someone home, he didn’t know what he was supposed to say anymore but all of sudden his thoughts are cut off by the sound of your voice “Is that a picture of you in the army?”

“Hm? Oh yeah” Price nodded in response as you inspected one of the pictures hung on the wall.

It had been one he’d taken with the rest of tf141, a keepsake for when he went into retirement.

“You were a captain?” You said, voice full of wonder as you continued to inspect the picture.

“Been plenty of things kid, I spent many years in the army” Price shrugged in response and walked closer to you, so that your shoulders were brushing up against each other.

“I always wanted to enlist but never passed the physical test,”

"Yeah?" Well it’s not all what it’s cut up to be, I got a bad knee and ptsd from the years spent serving”

“I’m sorry” you said, and turned to meet his gaze.

“Don’t be,”

Your gaze dropped down to his lips, as your arms snuk around his waist

“Price,”

“John” he corrected and leaned further into your embrace.

“John, can I kiss you?” You said, hand cupping his cheek and stroking flushed skin.

“Please” before he knew of it you crashed your lips onto his and he lost himself in the feeling of finally being kissed, in the way you tasted, the way your sweet cologne engulfed his senses, the way you licked into his mouth as if trying to memorize every nook and cranny.

It didn’t take much before you were stumbling into his dark bedroom, but instead of ripping the clothes off of his body you were gentle as ever as you slipped pieces of clothing off of him, all while trailing kisses all over his skin.

But it didn’t end there because you were gentle as ever as you pushed him onto the bed, and ever so careful as you crawled up the mattress and pinned him down under your weight and Price couldn’t help the butterflies that swarmed his stomach.

You spent the night taking him apart with your hands and mouth, having him perched on your lap as he worked himself up and down on your cock, or having him sobbing into the sheets as you fucked him into the bed that his wife and him used to sleep in, even having him screaming -crying enough to make him worry that the neighbors’ would complain in the morning.

When he woke up the next day you weren’t with him in bed but you had left a sticky note saying you had to rush home for whatever reason.

Luckily you had left your number on it but Price didn’t have the courage to call.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and he’d forgotten about the young man that had given him the world in just one night until one day you showed up at his front door and introduced yourself as his son’s boyfriend.

[ghsttk]

being thirsty.

scenario: You thirsty for Johnny, locked in a restroom stall during an event.

warnings: smut, female reader, the word “cocksucker”, blowjob, male receiving, public (restroom), dirty talk, cum.

words: 1.2k

a/n: maybe some sentences or words are confusing or written wrongly, english is not my native language and i'm far from fluent. This is my first smut, thank you for the patience and time. Hope you have a good read!

You were at an important party full of well known celebrities as Depp’s companion, since you’re his beloved wife. You were standing at his side, his hand on your waist, while he talked to a fellow actor. 

“Is that wine?” You ask, glancing at the glass on his hand. “Yes, it Is. Would you like some?” Johnny suggests, giving you a small smile, his hand gently squeezing your waist. “Excuse me for a moment, I need to get my wife a drink.” He says to the person he was talking to and takes your hand, leading you towards the bar.

As you both walk, he whispers in your ear. “You look stunning, m’dear” He plants a kiss on your neck, below your ear. “It’s your eyes, honey” You answer with a shy smile as you two reach the bar.

Before Johnny could order your drink, you lean into his ear. “I have a better idea…” You whisper, leaning back just enough to see his reaction. Johnny raises an eyebrow at your comment, a mischievous glint in his eye. He leans in closer to you, his hand sliding down to rest on your lower back. “Oh? And what that might be?” He asks, his voice low and smooth like honey.

You don’t say a word, just bite your lower lip, lowering your gaze on him and then looking into his eyes again with a heated look. And, oh, he knows that look very, very well. It’s the look you get when you want to be alone with him, when you want to explore each other’s bodies and lose yourselves in the pleasure you give each other.

He takes your hand and leads you away from the crowded party, down a quiet hallway. He enters the restroom and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you. His hands cups your face and kisses you deeply, passionately, while yours goes to his chest, gripping the lapel of his jacket to pull him closer, as if that was possible. 

You two stumble backwards inside a stall, his tongue explores your mouth - even though he knows it so well. Your hands slide up to his hair, feeling his smooth threads between your fingers, tugging them gently. And his hands roam your body, caressing its curves through the thin fabric of your dress.

He jerks the door closed, pressing you against it with his body. Johnny groans into the kiss, your fingers tugging his hair does wonders on him, sending shivers down his spine. He breaks the kiss, his breath hitching as he gazes into your eyes. “God, I love you” He whispers with half lidded eyes. Johnny’s fingers deftly unzip your dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing your lacy lingerie. 

You don’t get behind and start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his slight toned chest, which you adore. You plant kisses on his neck, slowly tracing down to his chest, then abdomen… Until you’re on your knees for him, holding his thighs. Johnny bites his lower lip, the ghost sensation of your kisses making him shiver. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently tugging on the strands as he leans against the cold metal of the stall.

“You’re driving me wild, love.” He whispers, his voice thick with desire. “You’re such a naughty girl.” He chuckles, his voice low and rough, a clear sign of his arousal. You look up at him with those eyes and a not-so-innocent smile, excited. He unbuckles his belt with his free hand and unzips his pants, freeing his rock hard member. He strokes himself a few times, watching your face with a smug smile. He strokes your cheek with his cock, smearing a bead of precum on your skin. “Open up, baby. Let me feel that pretty mouth.”

He guides it to your lips, rubbing the tip against them. You slowly spread your lips, allowing him in your warm mouth. He starts to slowly rock his hips, fucking your face with shallow thrusts, giving you time to adjust to his side. Your cheeks hollow and get filled as you bob your head up and down his shaft. He guides your pace with hands on your hair, tugging them tighter.

Johnny’s head falls back, touching the cold stall wall, as he feels your wet mouth enveloping his cock. He moans lowly, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, pushing more of his length into your mouth. “Oh, fuck yes. Just like that, baby. Take it all. Fuck, it feels so good.” He breathes, eyes closed.

Your hands gently grips his thighs, holding on them to go deeper on his shaft. Johnny’s eyes flutter closed, savoring the feeling. He continues to fuck your mouth, his thrusts becoming deeper and more urgent as his arousal builds. “That’s it, take it all. Fuck, you’re doing so well. Such a good little cocksucker.” He praises you, his voice low and husky with desire. He can feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening, ready to explode.

You moan around his cock, you raise your inner eyebrows in desire, looking up at him while bobbing your head up and down. Your tongue swirls and flickers on him. “I’m close, baby. You want my cum? You want me to fill that pretty mouth?” He asks lowly, opening his eyes just enough to look down at you with his dominant gaze, you whimper at the sight.

You take him deeper as a yes, closing your eyes, preparing yourself as if you two have never done this before.

Johnny’s grip on your hair tightens, his hips bucking, driving his cock as far into your throat as he can. “Fuck, yes. Take it all, baby, swallow it all.” he commands, his voice rough and deep. A few more thrusts and he can no longer hold back, he erupts with a loud groan, flooding your mouth with his hot cum. Johnny holds your face against him, milking his orgasm, his hips still rocking, pushing the last drops of cum down your throat.

After a few moments, he pulls out, panting heavily. “That was amazing, baby. You’re so good at this..” he breathes, tucking himself back into his pants, his chest heaving. “You’re okay, princess?” He helps you get up on your feet again. He takes a piece of paper from the toilet paper roll that was nearby and gently wipes the remnants of cum from your lips, his eyes filled with love.

“Thank you, dear.” You smile, your voice a bit hoarse. Johnny helps you to get dressed again, gently zipping up your dress and pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder. He unlocks the stall, making sure that you two are alone in the restroom before leading you out of it. You go straight to the sink, washing your hands and then fixing your hair, since Johnny messed it up during the passionate act.

He watches, admiring you in the mirror. He steps up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “You look gorgeous, as always.” He nuzzles your neck, placing a kiss on your skin. He gives you a reassuring squeeze before pulling away, holding your hand and leading you towards the party again.

But that didn’t end there, no. Johnny would never leave his wife’s arousal unnoticed. He took good care of it at home, very good care.

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[merlincmgirl]

Dirty Talk - Echo x FReader - NSFW

Summary: Being forced to the sidelines with your riddur for company could be worse, but you were bored! Just the sound of Echo's voice was enough to get your mind wondering. He offers to help make your thoughts a reality.

Characters: Echo

Pairing: Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 5,213

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), dirty talk, teasing, use of derogatory language (once), bratty behaviour. If I've missed anything, please let me know.

Authour's Note: Echo deserves better, especially from the writers! My precious boy!

“We should be out there with the rest of the team, you shouldn’t have to be stuck inside babysitting me!” you grumbled, monitoring the communications between the rest of the Bad Batch.

Echo rolled his eyes, he had heard the same complaint for the 56th time already. The only reason he hadn’t said anything was because it was you, his love, ner cyare. But it was wearing a bit thin. “I’m not babysitting, and besides you could be spotted out there. It’s not safe for you to go wondering around markets when the governor has placed a bounty on your head” Echo reminded, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“All I did was accidently address his mistress as his wife” you pouted, crossing your arms and resting your feet on the corner of his chair.

“In front of his wife and a news reporter” Echo added, shaking his head at you. That had been a very eventful evening, resulting in your quick get away and as many apologies that Hunter and the GAR could come up with. It still hadn’t saved the governor’s marriage though.

“How was I meant to know he was having an affair? Or that woman was the planet’s primary news reporter” you huffed, glaring at the screen in front of you. Honestly, it wasn’t like you intended to cause trouble, maybe the governor shouldn’t have been cheating on his wife.

Echo pursed his lips and took a deep breath – all precursors to a lecture or rant from him. You settled even more comfortably into the flight chair, knowing you would need to do so to enjoy whatever he was gearing himself up to say.

“Well if you had read the briefing that Tech put together, mesh’la, you would have known what his wife looked like. Or realised that the woman who was standing next to him was not his mistress. She was standing behind them, why would his wife not stand beside him?” Echo lectured, eyes burning into yours as he went on. His low, grumpy voice was always something you enjoyed listening to. And when you two were alone in his bunk, it was more than enough to get you breathless. So when he started gesturing with his hand and scomp to make his point, you began to feel a bit heated.

“This is why it’s important to get all the details. It was wrong of the governor, but that doesn’t mean that we had to be the ones to expose his affair. I’ll give you that you didn’t know about the reporter, you couldn’t have known that, but next time mesh’la, perhaps listening to Tech when he tells us about a planet or government that we’re working for. I know he can go on, but it’s in your best interests, cyare” Echo ranted on, hand coming down occasionally to rub at the bare patch of skin at your ankle.

It was always so beautiful to see him so passionate about something, in this case, your inability to listen to Tech’s debriefs and noticing the little details. You didn’t mind, Echo only wanted to keep you safe and protected, he didn’t mean his words in a harsh way. You knew he would do anything to protect you. It was why you loved him so much, he took care of you in a way nobody else had before. “Are you listening to me, mesh’la?” he sighed, bringing you out of your head and back to the present.

“Of course I am! I know I should have listened more, sweetheart. I’m just glad to be here with you. Even if we are stuck on the Marauder” you smiled, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek. Echo returned the smile, his hand cupping your cheek briefly as he pressed a similar kiss to your own cheek before returning back to work.

Looking out the cockpit window, you could see a variety of different buildings from where you were docked. The planet’s architecture was beautiful, buildings in soft sandy colours with rich blues and greens mixed into the stone. It reminded you of the sea almost, the colours shimmering in the sunlight, just like the water reflecting the sun’s rays.

It was beautiful, and it just made you want to explore even more. Turning to your riddur, you forced a pout onto your lips. You knew he saw you, because his shoulders tensed up as he was listening to the comm chatter that was going on between the rest of the team members of the Bad Batch.

“Couldn’t we go out just a little? We wouldn’t even have to go far from the Marauder” you suggested hopefully, reaching out to rest an imploring hand on Echo’s scomp.

“Mesh’la” he huffed warningly, tone already showcasing how much he was not enjoying your behaviour at the moment. “We’re staying on the ship. We have to be prepared in case the others need a pick up” he said firmly, raising an eyebrow at you as if daring you to keep it up.

Which really, Echo should know better, because of course you would. He had set you a challenge, and who would you be to refuse it. Especially when you were bored.

“Fine!” you grumbled, looking back out of the window and ignoring his look. Echo narrowed his eyes at your simple agreement but went back to what he was supposed to be doing.

When you were sure that Echo was busy and engrossed in his work, you began to move the foot that rested in his lap slowly back and forth, underneath the kama that he wore. Occasionally your toes would dip into the small gap between his thigh plate and codpiece. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you could see Echo’s jaw clench but he continued on with his work.

Disappointed to not get a bigger reaction, you shifted around and sighed loudly, hoping to disturb him enough to make him pay attention to you. Again nothing.

Frowning, you began to think of something else to capture his attention away from the system displayed in front of him. Finally you spotted the answer to your problem. On the side next to you was your datapad. Grabbing it, you quickly began typing loudly on the screen, drumming your nails against the casing every so often. Clicking your nails against the datapad wasn’t working and only got you a small huff of air through his nose in annoyance. Still Echo didn’t react how you wanted him to. He wasn’t even touching your feet that you had left in his lap. He never missed the chance to touch you in one way or another.

Well, if he was just going to ignore you while you sat bored in the cockpit, so be it. You would at least try and fill the quiet that had settled in between you. Selecting a video that Omega had sent you, you leaned back in your chair and turned the volume up. It was of a little akk puppy chasing after a holoball, tumbling around and falling over it’s own legs. You couldn’t help but coo at the sight.

“Love, I’m trying to work” Echo bit out through gritted teeth. His shoulders had straightened and there was an obvious twitch along his jaw that made your heart beat a little faster.

“Work then, I’m not stopping you” you shrugged, keeping your eyes focused on the screen in front of you.

Sighing heavily, you felt Echo shift beneath you, hips adjusting in the chair before he seemed to settle. Glancing up through your eyelashes at him, you noticed that his pale cheeks were getting flushed. Either in annoyance or frustration you weren’t sure, but it did make him look even cuter.

Relaxing further into your chair, you waited a few more minutes before edging the volume up every minute or so, waiting for a reaction from him. Unable to help it, you laughed loudly at another video of a tooka cat, unable to muffle the noise as you became lost in the videos.

However a hand landed on your ankle, clasping the fragile bones tightly and tugging it closer to him. You looked up, blinking at him innocently. He looked annoyed now, jaw fluttering in anger as he scowled at you.

“You’re doing this on purpose” he accused you, thumb rubbing against your ankle, the pressure was enough to make you want to close your eyes and press into his hand but you refrained.

“Doing what? It’s not my fault I’m bored and you’re not talking to me” you huffed, crossing your arms to look back at him. He raised an eyebrow and let out a little scoff.

“Oh you want my attention, is that it?” he drawled, turning around to face you with an arch of his expressive eyebrow. He pressed a few buttons on the control panel in front of him before he levelled you with a hard look. “Why are you trying to distract me?” he asked, the rough tones of annoyance filtered through his voice making your stomach churn in desire for him. You loved when his voice got all deep and rough when he was rebuking someone or feeling annoyed.

Sighing heavily, you poked your bare feet into the seam of his hip, teasing him some more. “You’re not even talking to me… I like listening to your voice” you explained, shrugging slightly to help ease the nerves that you felt after admitting this to him.

“Oh” Echo breathed, back straightening at your answer and blinking a couple of times in surprise. He obviously wasn’t expecting that answer off his cyare.

“It makes me feel warm inside, like I’m safe and protected. But also… I don’t know, you make me want to drop to my knees in front of you so that I can be your good girl. Makes me want you to read one of my racy holobooks just to hear what the love interest could sound like in those moments” you admitted, biting your lip and looking away from him. Heat raced across your face, feeling like it was blistering your cheeks at how embarrassed you felt from your words. He would probably just politely say that he was flattered but it wasn’t something he was also interested in doing with you.

“Is that right, cyare? Maybe you’ll have to pick me one of your favourites, I’m sure I could get into them” he murmured, running his thumb against the arch of your foot, pressing slightly to ease the pressure there.

“Don’t tease me!” you pouted, covering your face with your hands at his words.

“I’m not cyare, I just didn’t realise that you liked my voice so much” he soothed, hoping to ease some of your embarrassment and worry. Carefully, he placed your foot on the floor, leaving the cool metal to spread a shiver up your body at the sudden temperature. “But maybe I should have guessed, you’re always get this glazed look in your eyes when I’m talking to you. Reminds me when we’re alone in my bunk, and you’re trying to keep quiet while we have some fun” he stated, leaning closer towards you, elbow on his knees.

“Echo!” you hissed, glancing to the comms in front of him in case the others were hearing your conversation. Thankfully, it was all turned off from your end. You didn’t think your skin could run any hotter until you heard his words, your cheeks colouring even more.

“On your knees, mesh’la. If you’re feeling bored, might as well give you something to entertain yourself with” he ordered, and you felt your panties dampen even further. Getting up from the co-pilot seat, you slid in between the control panel and his chair, settling in between his splayed thighs before you knelt before him. Your mouth watered, eager to listen to more of his demands.

Echo’s breath faltered for a moment, just staring down at you between his legs. You were gorgeous! He had never thought he’d ever get to experience the love and devotion you showed him, especially not after Skako Minor. He didn’t feel deserving of you, not looking like he did, not with half of him being more machine than man. But you didn’t think that. You loved him, every part of him, both metal and flesh. And you always would gently chide and rebuke him whenever he talked badly about himself, instead praising him and kissing him until he forgot all about the fear and hate he carried with him.

“Echo?” you frowned, recognising that his mind had gone elsewhere, and not a good place. Resting your hand on his, fingers twisted together you guided him back to the present moment. “Everything okay?” you asked worriedly.

The ARC trooper smiled softly, squeezing your fingers in his hand and nodded. “Just thinking about how perfect you are, cyare” he assured, scomp brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

You turned and pressed a chaste kiss to his scomp before smiling up at him. His thighs tensed around you and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “I think you promised to entertain me, Corporal” you reminded him, dragging your hands down his thighs under his kama.

“That’s right, I did” he chuckled warmly, hands coming up to deftly unclip the codpiece and dropping it to the side with a small clang. Groaning at the relief of pressure, he deftly unfastened the compression suit underneath and freed his cock. It was already half hard, your words from earlier enough to chub him up. He reached down and gave himself a few pumps as you looked up at him, mouth watering at the thought of having him in your mouth. Of tasting him on your tongue.

“God, look at how eager you are. Bet if I felt you down there, you’d be soaked through” he rumbled, voice deep and rough as arousal thickened his words. Your thighs clench together, proving just how right he was. “Open up, mesh’la” he ordered, running his thumb across your bottom lip before dragging it open even more.

You helped guide him in, hands wrapping around the bottom of his shaft to keep him steady. However instead of pushing in all the way just like you expected him to. He keeps your mouth open, drool beginning to collect in the corners and leak down your chin. His cock was a warm, heavy weight against your tongue, and you couldn’t help but rub it briefly around his crown.

Echo let out a loud groan of your name, eyes sliding shut at the warm, wet feeling of your mouth surrounding him. It was enough to have him force his scomp arm to rest on the arm of the chair, not wanting to hurt you by trying to pull you closer or use too much force on your neck.

“Kriff cyare, you look gorgeous like this. Just keeping my cock in your mouth, those beautiful eyes focused on me. Such a good girl” he moaned, hand coming up to rest on the back of your head. When you tapped the metal plates of his thigh – your signal for him to carry on – he groaned and began sliding his length further into your open mouth, careful to not go too fast. Not yet anyway.

When the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat, you took a deep steadying breath in through your nose, feeling him weighing heavily in your mouth. Running your tongue along the underside of his cock, you tried to take him even further, wanting to gag on him. However, the hand on the back of your neck suddenly reached to tangle into your hair and pulled you away slightly. You whined around his length, looking up into his lust filled eyes with your own.

“Force, your mouth, cyare. So eager to be filled with my cock, is that it? Couldn’t focus on our mission because you were so desperate to get filled by my cock” he groaned, unable to look away as your eyes watered from holding him in your mouth.

You could feel heat pool and slick leak out of your cunt, drenching your panties in your juices at his words and actions. Just the feel of his length against your tongue and his pre-cum dropping onto you had your hips rocking forward, wishing you could reach down and offer yourself some relief. But you knew that if Echo caught you, he wouldn’t be happy. No, he wanted you to remember that you shouldn’t be trying to distract him while you were both supposed to be working.

“Sucking my cock really gets you off, huh? Go on love, I can see how much you need it.”

Blinking in surprise, you felt Echo’s leg move in between your spread thighs, offering his boot up to you. Was he serious? Did he want you to hump his leg while you sucked his cock? The thought did send heat shooting down your spine at the thought, but it would highlight just how much you were needy for him, and for some friction against your tingly clit. Seeing his encouraging nod, you settled yourself against his boot before finally rolling your hip, searching for pleasure.

After the first roll of your hips against the hard, shiny plastoid of his boots, you couldn’t restrain the moan that escaped your mouth, muffled by Echo’s cock. It had you reaching out to his calves, holding them as sparks of your arousal flittered to your core, tightening the knot of arousal even further. Echo, just moaned your name, feeling the vibration echo around his length as he pulled back before sliding back in swiftly.

“I remember my vods being desperate for you to look at them. If they could see you now, drooling on my cock, begging for relief as you hump my boot. They’d be so excited to see what a slut you are, but only for me. Right cyare? Only I can make you feel like this” he murmured, hips rolling against your face. You tried to get out a ‘yes Echo’ but it all came out in a garbled mess around his cock. “Oh, that’s it! My perfect girl” Echo moaned, feeling the vibration around his length.

The sounds he was letting out was almost too much and you ground heavily against his boot, eager for something to relieve the pressure that was building in your cunt. If he continued fucking your face, and you the rolling of your hips against the slight arch of his boot, then it wouldn’t be long before you both cummed from this alone.

The gurgles and spluttering noises as he pushed into your throat had you clenching around nothing, and you reached a hand up to hold his scomp, wanting to be touching him more, even with his cock forcing itself down your throat.

“Fuck! Stop, stop mesh’la!” he cursed, pulling out and holding your head away from him. Your ARC trooper panted heavily, breath coming out in short sharp jabs as he held you away from his sensitive length. You grumbled, wanting to taste more of his salty, unique taste. “I don’t want to cum down your throat” he murmured, shaking his head.

After a few seconds of you both calming yourselves down and taking in a few deep breaths; Echo reached under your arms and pulled you up to your feet. You let out a little squeal in surprise before he was up on his feet too, turning you both around until he was guiding you to sit in the chair he had just been occupying.

“There we go cyare. Need to open you up before I take you” he said, a smirk playing on his lips as you nodded your consent. God you wanted him to curl his long fingers inside of you and prepare you for him.

Echo gripped your hips, tugging you down until your ass was near the edge of the seat. Hooking his fingers into your leggings and panties, he dragged them over your ass and down your thighs, throwing them somewhere behind him. He helped pull your legs up as well, landing a kiss on each knee and grazing his teeth along them before looking at you, love, awe and lust all rolled into his beautiful whiskey coloured eyes.

“Spread your legs, mesh’la. That’s it… wider… wider mesh’la” he breathed, biting his lip as you hooked your legs up on the arm rests. He sunk to his knees on the floor in between then, his warm breath caressing your sensitive mound.

However, he didn’t touch you, much to your building frustration, preferring to look at you and take in your musky, heated scent and the clenching of your entrance as you were spread out for him. Like a beautiful feast he couldn’t wait to enjoy.

“Fuck, Echo please!” you whined, voice coming out more breathlessly than you hoped. Closing your eyes, you clenched your hands around your thighs. Both as to keep them spread for him, and because you needed at least a brief touch to remind yourself that you weren’t going crazy, waiting for him to touch you, to just do something.

“You’re gorgeous. Such a needy, little thing for me, aren’t you? I haven’t touched you yet and you’re already begging for me” Echo groaned, not taking his eyes away from your dripping slit. He wanted to run his fingers through your soaking wet folds, spread your lips and drink your juices straight from the source. The sounds you were letting out was making his hard as durasteel cock even harder, as you tried to encourage him to move.

Noticing the rolling of your hips upwards towards his face, he chuckled, gathered your slick on two of his fingers before pushing them into your quivering entrance.

The sound you let out at finally being filled and not teased was music to Echo’s ears. Your hot, tight walls pulsed around him, eager to pull his fingers even deeper into your core. He could feel just how wet you were, already leaking into the palm of his hand as he withdrew them before thrusting them back in, curling slightly to search for that sweet spot.

When he had it, you reached down to grip onto his pauldron, fingers curled tight around the smooth plastoid as you let out a cry of his name. Although you loved his voice, he was just as good with his hand and he could pull orgasm after orgasm from you with little more than his fingers.

“That’s it, mesh’la, you feel fucking fantastic surrounding my fingers, it feels like you never want to let them go. I’d be a happy man if I could stay here between your legs for the rest of my life” he growled, before nipping and sucking at the inside of your thigh to leave a mark.

Wasting no time, he pressed his scomp against your clit, activating a gentle vibration that had you clenching even tighter around him, hands coming up to the back of his head to push him closer to the apex of your thighs.

“FUCK! ECHO!” you cried out, body tightening as he used his scomp to push you over the edge, still keeping up his delicious thrust of his fingers inside of you.

“That’s it mesh’la, doing so good” he moaned, pressing his lips to your slit and catching your release on his tongue, swirling against your entrance to catch as much as possible. “Taste so good, mesh’la, can’t get enough of you” he grunted, his words pressed right into your folds, the gentle vibration combining with his scomp to keep you riding your high longer than you normally would.

When he pulled away, you practically sagged into the seat, completely boneless after Echo had knocked every thought out of your head apart from his name. He rubbed soothing circles on your thigh, pressing gentle kisses along your smooth and soft skin as he waited for you to catch your breath.

“You okay?” he checked in, noticing the small smile on your face that was aimed at him.

“Yeah… yeah ‘m feeling good” you murmured, trailing your fingers along his handsome face and down his neck. He closed his eyes, shivering slightly at the tender caress.

“Think you can go for more?” he asked, biting his lip.

“Kriff yes! Want to hear how you’re going to fuck me, trooper” you grinned, sending him a wink.

Echo smirked, eyes blazing with heat and want as he pinched your hip, enjoying the little squeal of surprise and happiness that you let out. “It’s Corporal to you! And why tell you when I can show you instead?” he grinned, pulling you up with a firm grip and spinning you around so that your back was pressed against his chest.

You shivered as the coolness of his armour was held to you, the temperature always a bit cooler than normal on the Marauder since your escape from the Empire. After all, you had to save fuel as much as possible, meaning the heating was the first thing to be sacrificed. He rubbed his hand up and down your arm before pressing a number of kisses to the back of your neck, sucking marks along the way as he dragged your shirt up with his scomp.

“Going to bend you over this chair and fuck you, mesh’la. Right where my brothers and I sit. Every time I’ll sit here I’ll remember this. How eager you were for me to fill your needy hole up. Every time I’ll send a comm or answer one, I’ll think about how much you love my voice. How wet it makes you” he murmured, fingers coming to brush against your folds.

You whimpered, his words sinking in as you realised just how open you were in the cockpit. Anybody could look up and see you through the visor at the front of the ship. Hell, Hunter would know exactly what you’ve been doing in here just as soon as he stepped on the ship, maybe before. The thought that this chair, this room would forever be remembered because you couldn’t help but feel turned on by Echo’s voice and the way he lectured you. It had you sinking over the chair, hands on the arm rest as your head hung between your shoulders.

“Oh, do you like that thought, mesh’la? That I won’t ever be able to forget what we’re doing whenever I’m in here. Going to get me hard just as soon as I walk in here” he chuckled, sliding his hand and scomp to your waist to pull your ass closer into his hips. He moaned at the feel of your ass cheeks brushing against his straining erection. “Ready?” he asked, thumb rubbing circles on your hip.

“Please Echo!” you groaned, gritting your teeth and pushing back into him even more.

“Alright, alright” he chuckled, notching the head of his cock at your entrance. With a final nod of consent from you, he slid home into your tight cunt. Your combined visceral moans echoed along the walls of the cockpit as Echo didn’t stop until he was fully inside of you.

You gritted your teeth, the feel of his length inside you was almost too much. It felt like his cock was carving a way into you, moulding your inner walls around him until he fit perfectly into you. Your hands gripped onto the arm rests, eyes fluttering as you became used to the sensation of feeling so filled by him.

“Fuck Echo, you feel so good. Feel amazing baby” you praised, reaching a hand behind you to catch one of his hips, squeezing tightly as you felt his hips quiver at your words and touch.

“How are you this tight? We were together last night” he breathed, shaking his head as he felt you clench and pulse around him. Inside of his head he was reciting the regulation manual of the command structure if there was no Jedi Commander. It wasn’t thrilling but it ensured that he wouldn’t end this sooner than he wanted.

“Come on, please Corporal” you breathed, throwing your hips back.

It had Echo flittering his jaw as he snapped his hips into yours, burying his length into your warmth over and over again until the sounds of both of your soft grunts and moans, and the wet squelching of your cunt was all that could be heard in the cockpit of the Marauder.

He wrapped his metal arm around your waist, pulling you even tighter to him and fucking himself as deep as he could go into you, angling his hips to find that spot that had you seeing stars. When he found it, you growled out, fists clenching and digging into the soft leather of the chair.

“Kriff, you’re so good! Fucking perfect cunt, can feel how much you want me. How much you need this pretty pussy to be filled by me” he growled into your shoulder, eyes closed tight as he focused on fucking you hard and deep into the pilot’s seat.

“Yes, yes, I need you! Please Echo” you cried, throwing your head back and reaching up a hand to cup the back of his neck. The shift in position had his cock pounding into the spongy part of your walls that had ecstasy burning through you. You groaned, tightening around him as much as you could as you felt your release approaching.

“My good girl, my good fucking girl” he grunted, hand sliding from your waist to under your shirt, pinching at your nipple and twisting it. The sharp shooting of pain and pleasure mixed together and you felt yourself gush around him as you was thrown over the edge. Echo gasped out your name, hips stuttering a few more times before he shot his load inside of you, pace faltering as he all but collapsed over you.

“Hmm, Echo, heavy” you complained, feeling the weight of him bearing down on you from your bent position over the chair.

“Sorry, cyare” he breathed, turning you gently both around until he could collapse in his seat, pulling you with him into his lap.

You spent the next few minutes catching your breath and soaking in each other’s affection and tender touches. Both of you didn’t want to move, happy to just be in this moment with your riddur. You ghosted your fingers up and down his arm, smile plastered on your face at how boneless and loved you felt. Echo smiled into your neck from where he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Such a contrast to the dirty words he was using with you before.

Echo hummed against your neck, pressing a light kiss to the spot under your ear before pulling away. He caught your chin, guiding your face to meet his own. His eyes danced in amusement and exhaustion as they met yours.

“Well cyare, entertained enough?” he grinned playfully at you.

You snorted in reply, sinking back into him and closing your eyes. “For now” you teased him, feeling a rumble in his chest at your answer.

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Hello, I love your blog!

I was wondering if you could write a fic or blurb (whatever you want) where the reader is a teacher.

That would be amazing. Thank you!

science fair

joe burrow x teacher!wife!reader

warnings: pure sweet fluff <3 one slightly suggestive comment towards the end

word count: 1.1k

summary: joe surprises you at your students’ science fair

note: thank you for this request!! hope you enjoy my love <33

Warm April sunlight split the grey clouds outside the windows, still covered in droplets of rain, sending soft light streaming into your classroom. School started in ten minutes, and you were enjoying the quiet and a warm cup of tea before the inevitable craziness of your day commenced.

It was a big day for the third graders that you taught. They had spent the past month working on projects for the school’s spring science fair, each having chosen a topic to research that they found particularly interesting. They had compiled information, carefully writing it on construction paper, arranging it neatly on poster boards alongside a handful of pictures. The posters had been taking up almost all of the free surfaces in your classroom for the past couple weeks, and seeing the back countertop and spare desks in the corner bare was oddly sad. Nonetheless, you knew in no time they would be strewn once again with paintings and spelling tests, spilled pencil shavings and uncapped markers.

Your kids would have a couple minutes after the bell rang to deposit their backpacks and coats in the classroom, before you herded them down to the gymnasium, where their posters were taped to the walls or set up on tables. Parents had been invited, giving them an opportunity to see what their kids had been working on, and allowing the kids to share their research.

The bell rang, and you stood from your desk to open the door, letting your students inside as fresh spring air flooded the room. A chorus of “Hi, Mrs. Burrow!” rang out as you greeted each student. While hats were taken off and ruddy cheeks warmed, boots swapped for clean inside shoes, you asked your class, “Are you guys excited for the science fair today?” The raucous noise that erupted from the pack of kids made anything they said unintelligible, but they were clearly looking forward to it.

Raising your voice above the noise, you said, “Okay, everyone, let’s line up. We’re going to walk quietly to the gym. Last person out please switch off the lights and close the door behind you!”

You led your students through the halls, filing into the gym and directing them to locate their projects and get ready for parents to start arriving. You walked between the tables, admiring their work, answering questions and assuring them they were all going to do amazingly - and you knew it was true. All of the kids you had taught in your career had made you infinitely proud.

Parents began trickling in, their necks craning as they searched for their sons and daughters, faces lighting up when they saw them. You continued to drift amongst your students as parents knelt to examine posters and ask questions, smiling as you watched your students’ animatedly share their work.

“Mrs. Burrow?” asked a soft male voice from behind you, the last voice you were expecting to hear at the science fair.

You turned around, surprised. “Joe!? What are you doing here?” He wore a visitor’s badge on a lanyard around his neck.

“Well,” he said, gesturing around the gymnasium, “I figured if the parents get to come and see their kids’ work today, I could surely join them to see my lovely wife’s work.”

Brushing a speck of lint from his shoulder, you asked with a smile, “And what is your expert evaluation?”

“Looking at how happy these kids are, I’d say you’re doing perfectly.” He slid an arm around your waist to pull you against his side, adding, “You’re going to make an incredible mom.”

You mirrored his gesture, resting a hand on his back as you replied, “You’re going to make an incredible dad. Now, is this why you were so damn weird when I asked you what you were doing today?”

His head fell back as he laughed, remembering the breakfast you’d shared on the couch that morning. He had skirted the questions you asked about his plans, his responses all oddly vague. “Yeah, I was hoping you wouldn’t be suspicious.”

“I thought you were being weird, but that’s pretty standard for you,” you joked.

“You’re weird,” he shot back, his endearing smile eliminating any insult from his words.

“And that is why you married me,” you said sweetly. “Thank you for coming to this. It means a lot that you’re interested.”

“Of course, honey. I’m always interested in what you spend your days doing.” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and you caught one of your students, Ben, watching. He gave you a funny look, eyeing Joe, making you laugh. Joe’s gaze followed yours to Ben standing by his project, and he guided you over, keeping a hand on your lower back.

“Hey, kid,” Joe said with a warm smile, giving him a fist bump.

Still wearing an odd expression, he asked bluntly, and slightly suspiciously, “Who are you?”

“I’m Joe. I’m married to your teacher, Mrs. Burrow. What’s your name?”

Recovering from the initial shock of seeing some random man kissing his teacher, he responded with a grin, “I’m Ben. Can I tell you what I learned about polar bears?”

“Of course, Ben. I’d love to hear,” Joe said, bending down to get on the boy’s level.

Ben beamed while he talked Joe through his project, delighted to have his undivided attention. You watched their interaction, one hand absentmindedly rubbing Joe’s upper back, marveling at how natural he was with kids. He was so attentive, fully focused on the pictures Ben pointed at, listening to the facts he rattled off excitedly.

“This is great work, bud. I’ll put in a good word for you with the boss here,” he said conspiratorially, tilting his head towards you.

After giving Ben a star sticker from the sheet in your back pocket and leaving him with another curious parent, you and Joe drifted through the crowd. “I can’t wait to go to science fairs for our kids,” you said wistfully.

“That’s one project we could get started on soon,” he mumbled into your ear, squeezing your waist.

“Maybe even tonight,” you suggested in an undertone.

“I like how you think. Why waste time?”

“Exactly. Speaking of time, I should get back to my kids.”

“Alright, sweets. I’ll see you when you’re home, then. I love you.”

“Love you too, Joey.” After giving him a quick peck, you disappeared back into the crowd of parents and students.

He smiled as he watched you go. Our kids. The thought warmed his heart. He couldn’t wait to have another member join your little family.

“Love you too, Joey.” After giving him a quick peck, you disappeared back into the crowd of parents and students.

He smiled as he watched you go. Our kids. The thought warmed his heart. He couldn’t wait to have another member join your little family.

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That girl Jude Bellingham x black female oc

Summary: You are one of the best female players in woman football. And for some odd a reason a certain Dortmund player had taken a liking into you.

Warnings: Swearing, and use of alcohol, and just Jude being Jude. Also for sake of this imagine Trent plays for Borussia Dortmund. And probably more things I cant think off the top of my head.

Excuse any errors

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It was a hot day in England to be exact it was about 28 degrees, you could not spot a single cloud in the sky it was as clear as day. The sun was the only thing out today.

Along with the female and male England teams they unfortunately had to train on this beautiful note the sarcasm. They were on separate grounds the men on the other and the woman on the other.

Simply just doing drills and works out as the men had a game approaching this week which meant the ladies had to attend it was mandatory.

“Girls are you mucking around? You’re meant to be working on your kicking skills. Especially you Gretchen.” Coach Martin pointed her out and she went a bright shade of red. He was wrong for that.

But hey that was Coach Martin for you he didn’t care who he offends or humiliates. He was honest and like it or not that’s who he is. The whole team have all came to the conclusion that’s who he is as a person.

He was so nonchalant to everyone including his wife. I think the only time he actually cracked a smile and let himself loose was when the woman had won their World Cup.

“Oh then you come fashionably late l/n. Maybe you can teach these girls how to kick a fucking football!” He seethed throwing his clipboard to ground and he stormed off the field to where the men were gawking in disbelief.

You on the other hand, had just arrived and were beyond perplexed on why he was so grouchy in the morning. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

“What did you guys do to piss him off.” You sighed crossing your arms. You were the youngest in the ground yet you felt like the oldest.

“Nothing just practicing our kicking and he just flipped.” Gretchen sighed rubbing her face now recovered from being called out.

You raised a eyebrow.” I get what he means though. You’re lazy Gretchen.” She said making the men gasp and some say ‘oh shít’.

“E-Excuse me.”

“You heard me you kick like a pre-schooler and lack putting in effort when performing. I know we’re better and bigger than that. That goes for all of you we can’t be slacking off just because we won a cup.

It doesn’t mean anything it’s a new which means we have to try harder for another 4 years. Understood. Now let’s started.” You explained and they all nodded in agreement paring up with somebody to pass the ball back and forth.

A speaker was on, Burna boy was playing on the speakers some of the girls were dancing and the others were chatting while actually doing what they were told.

It was not surprising as they had respected their captain you and could never disagree with what she says due to her always knowing what’s best for their team.

“I wonder why Coach M was so mad at them they seem to be kicking efficiently.” Trent analysed joining Jude who was on his break watching the girls train. Not in a creepy way.

“I agree. Who is she.” Jude didn’t tear his eyes off you as you laughed handling the ball with so much skill and it was effortlessly too.

“Who?”

“Number 9.”

Trent furrowed his eyebrows, but once his eyes landed on you he smiled and waved at you and you blew him a kiss jokingly making him laugh.

“That’s Y/n L/n. Their captain. She’s a damn beast on the field you should see her.” Trent ranted amazed by your work.

“What’s so good about her.” Jude shifted uncomfortably not liking how doe eyed Trent looked at you.

“She has won countless medals and not to mention she’s the captain of her team at only 19 like you it’s incredible.”

“Oh yeah well how do you know her?” Jude couldn’t help but question. Trent then began explaining that your sister was dating one of his brothers. Tyler.

And you guys stood together at the wedding of one of his cousin wedding. Ever since then you made it your duty to tease him. Partially because you use to have a crush on Trent, but the crush faded as soon as you saw his dance moves that night.

It shocked you that someone that was mixed with Caribbean had no rhythm at all. Stiff as a board.

“Well she seems cool.” Jude expressed as he kicked down on the grass with his boots. Trent stared at him funny. There was no way…

“Do you fancy her?”

“No?!”

Trend rolled his eyes at how defensive Jude became it obviously meant that he found her some what attractive . Yet he couldn’t blame him. You were a sight for sore eyes.

“I’m just going to put this out there if you choose to pursue her, you’re not going to be 100% successful. She’s a tough one. Wants her eggs cracked.” Trent tried explaining but all Jude could see was love-hearts.

He wanted to get to know her, heck if he had known about her earlier he probably would’ve shot his shot.

You pivoted your right foot so that the ball had hit the inner side of your boot and boom the ball had went into the goal square.

Your team cheered as you run around the field screaming they had jumped on you which made you tumble down. However when down your eyes landed on a familiar pair of brown ones and they twinkled with delight.

You felt like you were in trance with this stranger and for whatever your eyes couldn't seem to drift away only until your teammates had carried you away to the locker-room and you loss sight of him in the crowd.

''Jude.'' Trent spoke a wide shit eating grin on his face he could beyond a doubt see that this youngin was already plotting your whole life together. That's how Jude was.

He falls in love to quick and believes in love at first sight. This is how he always tends to end up broken heart as he dates the first girl he sees.

''BOYS WE'RE RESUMING ARNOLD, BELLINGHAM!''

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Your point of view

Time had now passed and the girls were done with their practice most were showering and others were chatting getting ready to leave. You stood against the wall typing mindlessly on your phone to your younger brother who was claiming there was no food at home.

Which was a lie because your mother always cooked at home for your father however your brother wasn't interested and only wanted fast food. So being the good old sister you were you would always buy him something when you could.

Lori, your teammate and best friend had came over and bit into you shoulder causing you gasp and flip around while she laughs toppling over.

"Girl you're weird as fuck you can't be doing that shit.'' You berated clutching your shoulder as she smiled goofily. She was always doing strange things to make her presence known.

She simply shrugged ignoring your statement.'' Who are you texting.'' She peers over your shoulder and scrunches up her face, when she sees your brothers name on the screen.

''Not that little brat.'' Her and your brother didn't exactly get along as he had a attitude problem according to her which wasn't exactly false.

''Not too much Lori. How are you beefing with a 16 almost 17 year old and you hanging onto 20.''

''That boy's a menace don't even.'' She waved you off for defending your brother and eyed Emily's arse as she walked by which made you roll your eyes at how she was not being subtle at all.

''Anyways, I saw Mr Bellingham eying you earlier on the pitch what's up with that huh.'' She nudged you knowingly as if you knew what on earth she was going on about.

''Who the hell is that? And piss off would you.'' You scoffed pushing her away to stop her hassle.

Lori's face had dropped there was no way you didn't know who Jude was he was all over tik tok and Instagram you name it. He was everywhere and for you not know who he was astounding.

Most 13-17 year old girls would be shaking their head at your lack of knowledge.

''Are you bloody serious? Number 22 that guy that was gawking at you that's Jude Bellingham.'' She stares at you alarmed at how un phased you were that he even glanced your way.

Quite frankly you weren't interested as the last thing on your mind was a boyfriend you already were one step ahead of Lori. She was probably already jotting down ideas on how to purposely make you two bump into each other.

''oh that's cool.'' You go back to texting your brother laughing at the text he sent you. Unaware of how badly she was glaring you down.

''I hate you sometimes you know that.''

'' I know.'' You chimed and began walking off to shower.

" You know he's feeling you!" She yelled out not caring who heard she just wanted to get her message across.

"NO HE'S NOT NOT!''

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LATER ON THAT NIGHT

While on your drive back home after spending some time with the girls, the traffic to your house was absolutely bizarre. Especially at this time of the night since it was around 8pm you didn’t expect that much people to be out and about.

Sighing, you knew the best thing that you could was scroll on your phone to by some time. Adjusting your seat, you went on Instagram catching up on everything you had missed due to being a practice. Eh it was same same.

Insta models, DMS being flooded with messages from random people most positive but some could be quite nasty.

For some reason a random cloud had propped over you and it was encouraging to scroll through this Jude Bellinghams page.

So you did. Oh he took some nice photos. Mainly about football not really into posting his social life. That’s great.

Accept why were you stalking his page if you weren’t interested. You mentally scolded yourself and hopped off his profile going to something else.

You will give it to Lori though, he is quite majestic and definitely does have the looks. But of course you would never admit that out loud.

“Finally, you’re here.” Your brother exaggerated dashing up from the living room. He didn’t even greet you, he just finessed the bag of Maccas from you.

Your mother scolded him and he just hummed.

“Tobias.” She tutted him as he just took a bite of the burger and his eyes widened.” OH- thanks Y/n!”

You waved him off with a tired smile and just collapsed on the couch next to your mother who was knitting.

“Hey mama.”

“Hey sweetie. How was practice?” She never tore her eyes off her thread. It still marvelled you at how she threaded so efficiently even though she was approaching her late 40s.

''Practice was the same. Accept the girls were taking it lightly as they won a championship.'' You voiced your frustration making your mother tut her head.

''You're being so hard on them Y/N let then relax its only been 2 weeks. Lay off.'' Your mother insists knowing how uptight you could be fun was not in your vocabulary. Only when you were intoxicated which you'll see what I mean eventually.

''I agree stop being a tight arseeeee Y/NNNNN.'' Tobias sung getting all in your face causing you to shove him away and he falls backwards making your father let out a belly full laugh.

Tobias groans in agony getting from the ground clutching the back of his head, a grimace on his face.'' You're so damn aggressive.''

''Karmas a bitch ain't it huh.''

'' Y/N language.'' Your father reminded you.

''See this is why you don't have a boyfriend.''

The smirk had dropped from you face quicker than a ice cream on a hot day. You stood up from the couch and began tying your hair up. Sure your brother was almost a whole foot taller than you and had longer legs.

But you could take him down any day with your strength. He'll always be little bro, and respectfully he's gonna learn today.

''Y/N IM SORRY-"'

He screamed out and began running like a mad man you followed his lead.

"Whatever you do don't kill our son Y/N!''

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Authors note: And just like that I have published another imagine this has been sitting here for awhile so I am glad its out there. I hope you all liked it!🤎

[tobitofunction]

🐉 Part 1

Set after the events of the Last Airbender, Zuko is Firelord and over 18. The reader is a Targaryen, so silver hair and purple eyes but the character otherwise have any description of hair texture or skin tone

Long and has mentions of incest as game of thrones inspired characters

y/d- your dad (or any male name)

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“So where we going, Uncle?” Zuko asked,” An Island which is nearly double the size of the amber island which is located near Crescent Island, where a family of silver-haired people lives, "he said  lifting his cup to his lips,” Is this all we are getting?” Sokka asked,” You shouldn’t even be here, only Aang, me and uncle-“,” But where is the fun in that. You owe me a life-changing field trip flame boy” Toph said,” Well, it’s been said that they are closer to the gods than us. The fire nation families have been trying to marry into them for generations but they always decline” Iroh continued,” Can’t blame them, wouldn’t want to marry into that either” Katara said gaining a soft nudge from Aang,” The Targaryen family has some queer costumes anyway so I doubt we are getting anywhere anyway” Iroh shrugged,” Wait is this a trip to get Zuko a wife” Sokka said with a big smile,” Oooh this is going to gooood” Toph smirked while rubbing her fist. Zuko was about to open his mouth when a large gust of wind knocked him onto the floor of the ship,” What was-“ Zuko stopped mid-sentence when he saw the reason he was knocked on the floor, a large white dragon was flying across the sky towards the direction they were heading,” I thought dragons were mostly extinct beside the two with the sun warriors” Aang said with wonder in his voice,” The Targaryen are from the Valyrian race, dragon blood is run through them is what people say” Iroh said looking with awe at the dragon flying majestically through the orangy sky,” How come I never heard from the until now?”,” Because not many are left, my nephew. Only two families are left. That’s why they are often marrying…. Well within the family” Iroh sighed making everyone's eyes widen,” INCEST” Sokka gasped,” So Zuko, be less you. Having a Targaryen in our family would be very beneficial” Iroh said.

They soon arrived at the island, large and small dragons made of stone decorated the island, it looked similar enough to his own palace but unlike his, it carried a dark aura. “Fire Lord Zuko here, we are here to see your King” Iroh smiled at the guards who walked up to them,” Their armour looks so cool” Sokka fangirled at the dark armour, it was made up of multiple metal panels which were held together by dark red leather, from far away the armour gave the illusion of scales which fitted with the design of their helms, a dragons head.

“Fire Lord, it’s an honour to have you here,” an older man said, his hair like Iroh said was silver and went towards his shoulders, he carried a friendly smile which seemed genuine, and his voice was similar to his Uncle and carried a similar aura as well. His throne room was similar to his own, with open flames everywhere making the room nice and warm, the symbol of the house, a red three-headed dragon on black fabric was hanging behind the King’s seat. “An honour my Lord,” another man said, he also had white hair which went past his shoulder, and he seemed friendly enough but also more worn out, he, however, wore a different symbol, a silver seahorse on a sea green field. “ Iroh, or should I call The Dragon of the West?”,” Iroh is alright your majesty” Iroh smiled,” I am embarrassed to say my daughter isn't here yet. Riding that dragon of hers if I should guess. I forgot call me y/d” he smiled,” This Lord Coryls, he’s married to my cousin. He is part of the other Valyrian family which has survived the doom”,” The doom?” Aang asked curiously,” Avatar Aang, what a privilege to have you under our roof” y/d said bowing his head,” Thank you for having us,” Aang said politely,” If you want to hear more about the history of our people ask my daughter if she ever decided to show up”,” The Princess, is quite something I hope the Fire Lord can handle her, my son and she are good friends-”,” Lord Coryls is trying to forge a marriage between them”,” Well my majesty, not many of us are left, and blood purity-”,” Shh, he is the Fire Lord, he is the most important person in the fire nation. I might hold the title of King but that’s all it is, a title which only exists here. A marriage to Zuko would benefit both of us, isn't that right?” Zuko cheeks began to darken, he knew that he would be forced into a marriage to have heirs but it still is embarrassing to happen in front of all his friends, Zuko was about to open his mouth when Toph cut him off,” Someone is coming” she said turning towards the door where you soon stepped out, like your dad and Lord Coryls you had silver hair, which bounced with every step you took, the light of the open fires illuminated your hair making you seem even more out the world “I’m sorry” you said with a tide lipped smile and quickly passing Zuko, you gave him a quick glance revelling your lavender coloured eyes,” What’s that smell?” Toph said,” Dragon,” Lord Coryls said,” It was beautiful weather so I wouldn’t hold it against the Princess,” Zuko said scratching the back of his head,” This is my oldest y/n, my heir,” he said squeezing your hand,” Well, your wife is pregnant and if it’s a boy-”,” She still is heir to the throne” your dad cut Corlys off,” Y/N, show the fire Lord and his friends the dragon pit and the rest of the island. I want to talk to Iroh alone” you nodded.

“Sorry for knocking you on the floor earlier on,” you said with a grimace,” It’s fine but I thought only two dragons are left and they live on the crescent island?” Zuko and Aang asked simunatsly,” It’s complicated, before the doom of my race their were many more dragons but with the doom, the dragons died alongside my people. My family and Lord Coryls the Velyrion are the only ones left” you smiled,” We came not far from fire nation itself, well what the fire nation would become, our ancestors brought as many dragon eggs as possible but not many of them hatched. An adult dragon a pure white one, the oldest at the time, left, this was around the time-bending was bestowed to the people by”,” The Lion Turtles” Aang interrupted,” Yes, the dragon who left helped teach the people about their bending mostly the first Avatar Wan” you said,” What about the dragons with the sun warriors?”,”They are the dragons which came from the time of old. The sun warriors are the first people my ancestors met, the first people who learned from the dragons besides Wan of course. As the Valyrian never got the powers to bend we gifted them with our oldest dragons, so they teach people the true meaning of fire bending, with one condition. We get any eggs laid from them” you said stopping in front of a large cave where two men emerged, “Maghagon nyke ñuha zaldrīzes (Bring me my dragon)” you said making them nod,” How do you know all these facts?” Sokka asked making his friends sigh,” I read books and the story are being told for centuries within my family” you smiled as Sokka's cheeks redden in slight embarrassment at the question,” What did you say?” he said trying to change the topic,” I want to show you the dragon who knocked you out earlier, in the tongue of my ancestors” you smiled, soon the floor began to shake slightly, from the far distance Zuko could see something glitter in the dark,” Haku” you smiled at the dragon who emerged from the darkness. The gaang stepped back a bit, the dragon was slightly smaller than the dragons with the sun Warriors but  larger than Appa,” This is Fire Lord Zuko and his friends so please don’t eat them” you whispered making them gulp,” They eat human flesh?” Katara asked as Sokka was trying to hide behind her,” So long it’s cooked” you shrugged,” Don’t worry, he won't hurt you.... so long you don’t try to hurt me. He’s quite protective of me” you said patting his white snout, his golden eyes didn't leave the group of friends,” Is he related to-”,” Ran and Shaw?” you cut off Aang who nodded,” Distantly, they didn't lay eggs for a century now but we have other dragons who do, not many have hatched even some of Ran and Shaw’s once are still unhatched” you shrugged, you walked towards Zuko and grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him towards the white beast who was now focusing on the young fire lord,” Stop being scared, he can sense that” you said as you felt him tremble slightly as the hot breath of the dragon hit his face,”sagon gentle (be gentle)” you commanded Haku would seem to relax at the statement, you placed Zuko’s hand on her snout. Zuko like Haku relaxed, the scaly skin underneath his palm was an unusual feeling but he got used to it quickly, he could feel the heat from underneath his skin as well,” It’s Valeryian, tradition to put a dragon egg inside a baby cradle if it hatches they are true blooded Valeryian” you explained as Zuko continued to gently stroke Haku’s nose,” You can touch him too, he seems to have noticed you aren't a threat” you said, Toph was the first to walk up and touch his side,” I can feel that he is huge” she smiled impressed,” He can grow bigger, it all depends on their life styles” you smiled as the other slowly made their way to Haku,” Also my dear fire lord, we have a gift for you” you said, just than the two men who brought the dragon out came towards the silver haired princess with a metal bowl carried on a metal pole, the bowl was rather large and had a dragon carved on it’s outside,” We have a good feeling with this one” you said lifting up the lid making steam erupt from it.

Zuko stepped closer, his eyes widening when making eye contact with the items covered in steam, a red scaley egg was sitting in the middle. You gently grabbed the egg from the container and handed it to Zuko,” Why? I can’t accept-“,” Yes you can, both Avatar Roku and Sozin had dragons, it’s in your blood” you shrugged taking the egg from him again and placing it back inside the heated bowl.” How do you know about Roku? My Uncle told me this only a while ago” Zuko said narrowing his eyes,” Why do you think my father finally accepted the fire nation's request for a marriage proposal?” you said with a lifted brow,” One more question?” Katara said moving away from Haku,” How did the fire nation not eliminate you and your dragons? Iroh lied about the once’s on Crescent Island but if the fire nation wanted a marriage they knew about this place-“,” I show you but be warned it’s not a pretty sight” you patted Haku’s neck,” I will be back soon” you smiled making him grunt.

You walked the Gaang to the other side of the island before stopping close to the cliff side,” Don’t fall” you warned as the group stepped closer to the side,” Wow” Sokka said softly seeing half-melted wrecks of Fire Nation ships at the bottom of the cliffs. Even with it being quite low you still see some shard remains of fire nation soldiers whose armour was melted to their remains,” Dragons once bound will defend their rider until death and some of the dragons' fires were so strong they could melt metal” you shrugged,” The dragon who did that is no longer with us”,” What happened to it?”,” Before the last fleet got destroyed they had a surprise attack on him, but they didn’t live to tell the tale so fire nation gave up on trying to conquer us, there were a couple survivors but after seeing what we have they changed sides and joined us” you said,” The dragon was the child of Ran and Shaw, one of their first and also their biggest at the time of his death he was bigger than them” you said,” My grandfather was his last rider” you said remembering the stories your parents told you about the large dragon. Zuko licked his lips,” Return to the palace, I want to speak to her alone”,” Marry her Zuko, she’s awesome” Sokka whispered-yelled as he walked past his friend.

“Thank you for the egg, my mom used to tell stories about dragons, positive stories on how majestic they are but my father ruined it by telling us about their murderous tendency, their love for human flesh,” Zuko said as the two of you began walking alongside the cliff,” They can be murderous but only if they feel in danger or if they are bounded if their rider is in danger. Also, dragons prefer sheep over humans” you smiled making Zuko chuckle,” Can I ask you a question Fire Lord?” you asked,” Do you want to get married or is it only duty you are seeking?” you asked,” Duty if I am being honest, not to offend you but I only recently got out of a relationship and I wasn’t eager to get back into one but my Uncle and the Council are pushing me into one. Uncle mostly because he’s afraid I will die alone as my personality isn’t something women crave” he said rubbing his neck,” I like your personality... the side I meet so far” you said making Zuko blush,” What about you?”,”As you heard my mother is pregnant and if it’s a boy people expect that my father will name him heir to whatever is left of the Valyrian race. My mother said woman’s battlefield is the birthing bed, something which I guess I have to get used to,” you shrugged,” I’m just doing what is expected of me, I can fight as hard as I want but they just marry me off anyway. If not to you then my cousin, my Uncle is already set to marry my other cousin” you played with your fingers licking your lips before looking to your left and seeing a small blue dragon dunk into the water and back out with a fish in its mouth, he threw the fish in the air and burned it with his fire before consuming it whole,” Dragon’s are so amazing, I can’t believe we nearly eradicated them all” Zuko said staring at the small dragon who was flying away,” Dragon’s are part of us, we came here together and I know we leave this planet together as well. Fire and Blood” you said continuing to walk,” I have more questions” Zuko said catching up with you,” Ask away, I am your tour guide, after all, I hope your friends find their way back to the palace in one piece” you mused,” They can protect themselves” Zuko said waving his hand dissmisvelly,” So you would be marrying your cousin if this doesn’t work out?” Zuko lifted a brow,” Yes, our blood and connection with the dragons have to do with magic, we tamed them through our magic and we believe the more we marry outside the family the more diluted our blood will come. That’s why my uncle and cousin are getting married, he actually.. never mind but we stopped using magic centuries ago, however so I guess we are clinging to the last bits of our culture” you said changing the topic of your Uncle quickly,” So being related to avatar and the fire nation family was enough to make your father think I am good enough to marry his only daughter. I’m honoured” Zuko chuckled ignoring your short quip about your Uncle,” And probably weirded out, incest isn't normal in other cultures,” you said knowing what Zuko wanted to say,” It be an honour to be your wife Zuko and to carry your children,” you said stopping and looking into Zuko’s golden eyes,” I will be honoured to have you as my wife and mother of my children,” he said looking into your purple eyes with a soft but unsure smile which mirrored yours.

“Oh, they have arrived. How was it?” Iroh asked, a long table with food had been set up. The gaang was there already sitting on the floor,” I have received a dragon egg Uncle” Zuko said happily and proudly while finding a seat beside his Uncle. You meanwhile sat beside your father who patted your head affectionally,” Where is mother?” you asked,” Tired, no need to worry though, she is a dragon” your father reassured,” Have two of you made peace with the idea of marriage?” Coryls asked, as you bit into your food,” We know our duties” you mused,” Where is your son anyway?” you hummed seeing the empty space between him and Katara, Coryls was about to say something when the door swung open revealing your cousin,” Sorry I’m late” he bowed his head, his blond locks falling off his shoulder slightly behind him entered his older sister,” Found him, he was near the Cannibals cave, saved him from being eaten” his sister said slapping the back of his head making him pout, both siblings found their seats,” My dear you know the rules” your aunt said to her youngest,” Who is the cannibal?” Toph asked,” A wild dragon, he like his name says likes to eat other dragons and humans who came near his cave. That’s why you won’t find any dragons near his cave” your father explained,” Cannibal just needs to have the right rider and we can use him if fire nation ever thinks of attacking again” the young Lord snarled making Zuko shift,” The Cannibal, dear cousin would eat you for breakfast and you have a dragon already,” you said with narrowed eyes,” Why can we only have one?”,” Y/N is right it was stupid of you to even try to claim him” Coryls snapped at his son,” Well this got awkward real quickly” Sokka said to his sister who nudged him in response. Your cousin didn’t respond to his father but just ate,” So about the marriage” your aunt smiled,” We talked and we are ready to perform our duty”,” That’s good to hear” she smiled in response,” My dear, as you know Lord Coryls wasn't happy with the decision but we came to a form of agreement which the fire lord needs to approve” Zuko lifted a brow and looked at Iroh who looked everywhere but his nephew’s direction,” Which is, as you know your Uncle is set to marry Leena?” you nodded slowly and looked at your cousin who looked confused at why her marriage is being brought up,” We thought your firstborn will be married to her firstborn” you licked your lips at the mention of your Uncles wedding, you took a deep breath and held your head up high before answering,” Did Uncle approve?”,”We have sent him a message but you know your Uncle, he is fine with that” Corlys said, you gave him a fake smile,” Are we sure? Uncle isn’t really fond of -”,” If it means we can continue to have a sense of blood purity he will agree” your father said with narrowed eyes,” Isn’t that still incest?” Sokka mumbled to Katara with a weirded-out face but again only received a nudge from her but her facial expression he could tell she felt the same.”  It’s fine... I guess, y/n told me it’s part of your tradition how can I say something about that” Zuko said simply, he wasn’t really happy about the idea, not because of the incest even though it was a part of it, it was more the part of taking his future’s son ability to fall in love away from him. Yes, he is in an arranged marriage, but unlike his son, Zuko was able to see other people before that and hoped you did too. Zuko gave you a look and he noticed your demeanour shifting, you looked slightly upset,” Father, I'm not hungry can I go to my room?” you asked,” Y/n, the servants put a lot of work into the food and we have guest” your dad slightly scolded,” I’m sorry” you mumbled bowing your head before walking out the room.

 “y/n, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at dinner?” your mom asked trying to sit up in her bed but her giant belly made it difficult for her,” Wasn’t hungry” you mumbled crawling onto her bed,” Is something wrong?” she asked you concerned,” Father just married off my non-existing child to Uncle’s non-existing child” you pouted,” Do you at least like the fire Lord?” she asked,” Zuko is sweet, he be a good husband but he agreed to marry off our child” your mother sighed,” He probably thought it is the right thing to do, it’s still to soon to think about that my child. Just be happy that Zuko isn’t a horrible person, but I have a feeling there is more to it than your unborn child being married off. You don’t like the idea of your Uncle getting married” she said nudging your knee,” I have my duty mother and so does he” she gave you a firm look,” He might be family but he’s nothing but trouble, get him out of your head my dear” you nodded and looked your mother up and down, her skin was clammy and duller” Will I look this bad once I'm pregnant?”, your mother rolled her eyes at you,” Charming, and yes at least I hope so” she joked making you smile,” Stay strong mom” you smiled,” I will don’t worry”.

You left your mother's bedroom and walked outside to ride Haku when you heard Zuko call your name,” Did I upset you?” he asked directly,” You only agreed to a marriage pact for our unborn child, I thought with us it can be different, our children can choose who they marry” you shrugged making Zuko sigh,” I wanted that too but it was the only option, I don’t want to make a rift between your family y/n” he said honestly as the two of you walked towards the dragon pit.” I understand, I hope we don’t have a son then” you said making Zuko look at you,” I hope we do, and I hope he will fall in love with his wife like I hope I will fall in love with you, even though I think I’m already falling” he said making your cheeks heat up,” We only know each other for a few hours” you chuckled rubbing your arms,” I know, it’s crazy, I love hearing the tales of your ancestors, how excited you look when explaining it to us” he said licking his lips,” Also you didn’t speak of my scar yet which is a bonus in my book” you chuckled,” I assumed it was something traumatic and I we don’t know each other well enough to trauma dump on each other yet” you shrugged,” I appreciate it”. You stayed silent for a while once you arrived at the Dragonpit,” Want to ride Haku with me? He’s big enough for two” Zuko's eyes widen,” Are you serious? I will be honoured” you giggled at his excitement.

“Just hold on tight, it can be quite bumpy,” you said settling into Haku’s saddle,” Also it’s Haku’s first time carrying two people, so don’t move around much,” you said feeling Zuko’s arms wrap around your waist tightly,” Issi ao sȳz Haku? sōvegon  (Are you good Haku? Fly)” you said patting his neck, Haku began to trot before taking off into the air. Your hair was flying into Zuko’s face tickling him slightly,” How are you doing?” you asked, your voice slightly raised due to the altitude,” This is amazing, it’s so different to Appa” he said looking around, he couldn’t explain but flying on a dragon back is such a different feeling than flying on a sky bison or a hot air balloon. He felt like he belonged, free of any responsibility,” How resistant are you to heat?” you asked looking back slightly,” Tolerable” he said into your hair,” Then get closer to me” you said, Zuko didn't question it and pulled himself closer to you as much as he can,” Dracarys” you shouted, Zuko peaked from behind his shoulder as Haku blasted fire and flew through it, Zuko gasped slightly and hid his face from the flames but he could barely feel them on his body.” It was scary cool” he said into your ear,” Let’s land on Crescent Island, don’t want to make Haku to tired” you said,”tegun (land)” you said.

“So how was it” you smiled as Zuko slipped down on the floor,” Undesrcibel, I hope the dragon hatches and I can do the same,” he said,” They grow faster than one can imagine. Mostly if they live outside,” you said rubbing Haiku’s neck,” Was the fire too much?” you asked,” I could just feel you hide away a bit when it happens,” you said,” No it wasn’t too much but... the scar on my face happened due to an Agni Kai against my father,” he said touching it gently,” You fought against your own father? And he scared you like this?” you asked with wide eyes,” He never loved me, I want to be different to him, I want to be more like my mother who always showed me kindness and was full of love,” he said with a soft smile,” She sounds amazing”,” She is, she vanished when I was young, many believed she is dead but I know she’s out there and my father is the reason she went missing” he scoffed and laughed, you furrowed your brows at that ” I’m trauma dumping... sorry too soon maybe?” he said awkwardly,” It’s fine, we be married sooner or later, it’s nice to know my husband a bit better” he smiled softly,” And you stink of dragon” you added making him laugh,”Can say the same thing about you” he said pushing you gently. Haku  meanwhile had his head lying on the ground, slightly exhausted from carrying people.”Princess y/n?” a male voice said, it was the Chief of the Sun Warriors,” Sorry for the intrusion Chief, I just wanted Haku to rest, he carried to people for the first time” you said with a bow of your head,” It’s fine, it’s always good to see the dragons. Someone fetch Haku some food” he said making one of the warrior's nod and walk off,” I remember you boy, the crown Prince of the fire nation has returned” he said looking Zuko up and down with a smirk,” Actually he’s the fire lord now and we are set to marry” you said making the Chief eyes widen slightly,” I hope you be wedded by the tradition of your house” he said,” I hope so too” you smiled,” Than it’s settled we marry in the tradition of your house, whatever it is” he smiled,” It involves the masters and a little bit of blood” you said,” Blood, that’s lovely”,” Squeamish?” he shook his head while you try suppress a smile,”The wedding tradition of the Valyrian race is a wonderful ceremony we will be happy to host Princess like we did her family for thousand of years” he said.

Haku feasted on his food while you and Zuko were having a casual conversation,” Did you have any relationship?” Zuko asked, you licked your lips and leaned back into Haku,” In a way yes” you said,” In a way?” Zuko said,” It wasn’t anything serious my Father made sure of it. You don’t need to worry,” you said making Zuko confused,” Worried about what?” you laughed at his confused face,” My virtue is still intact,” you said seeing Zuko’s face get redder,” Your family is very traditional in a way,” he said rubbing his face, you smiled. Suddenly you felt Haku move behind you, his head lifted up in the sky looking into the direction of your home,” What is it, boy?” you asked standing up, you squinted your eyes and looked in the direction Haku was looking,” Is that another dragon?” Zuko asked with excitement in his voice,” It’s Carax, my Uncle’s dragon” you whispered making Zuko nod, you mentioned him a couple of times making Zuko curious enough about him. Soon a large red and black dragon landed, which was slightly bigger than Haku and more threatening to look than all the dragons he saw so far. A tall and bulky male with shoulder-length silver hair climbed down off the dragon, he patted the neck of the dragon before walking towards the two young adults. Zuko noticed that he was slightly younger than your father but was less friendly looking, his scar which dragged from his forehead through his left eye and down his chin didn’t help either.” Uncle” you greeted folding your hands behind your back, Zuko stepping closer to you,” Princess, I was surprised to see you here” he smiled not sparing a look to Zuko yet,” I wanted to show my future husband the area” you said looking at Zuko who waved awkwardly,” Fire Lord Zuko, my brother has sent me a message about your arranged marriage between our children” he said pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket,” Yes, I hope it’s okay with you” he said carefully,” I just don’t understand if the marriage between our future children is happening to keep our blood strong why marry my niece of to someone outside the family” he said looking down at Zuko with a lifted brow,” He’s related to the Avatar, Roku was the grandfather of his mother” you answered for Zuko,” Ahh, the Avatar who disappeared and let the fire nation hunt dragons like they are deer” your Uncle snarked,” I will try my best to revive the dragon population and make sure that no harm will come to the remaining ones” Zuko said, your Uncle didn’t say anything but just turned to you,” I have something for you, see it as an early wedding gift” he said making you lift a brow, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a necklace,” Valyrian steel ” he said holding it in front of your face,” I heard about it” Zuko mumbled,” Really?” you smiled making your Uncle sigh,” Sokka said it’s one of the rarest metal on this planet, no one knows how to forge it or know’s it’s origins” he said,” It came from old Valyria, it was forge with the help of dragon fire but with the doom most of the steel got destroyed” your Uncle explained with neutral tone,”How did you get your hands on these?” you asked curious touching the necklace slightly,”Anything for my beautiful niece, turn around” he said, you gave Zuko a brief look before turning around and moving your hair so your Uncle came place the necklace around your neck. His fingers grazed your collarbone making you shiver slightly,” How does it look?” you asked Zuko,” It suits you well, I wish I brought something for you, mostly because you gifted me an egg” he said,” You gifted him an egg?” your Uncle asked annoyed,” He be part of the family soon, it would only make sense for him to have one and his ancestors had dragons as well” you defended making your Uncle roll his eyes,” His ancestor also destroyed most of the dragons”,” Zuko is different Uncle. Come on Zuko let’s go” you said climbing onto Haku.

“I’m sorry because of my Uncle,” you said with a grimace as you landed in front of the Dragon Pit,” It’s alright, I understand his hostility,” he said as the dragon keepers led Haku back into the pit. “I really enjoyed your stay” you smiled,” I enjoyed it to and I do not hate the idea of having an arranged marriage anymore,” he said,” I can say the same thing”,” You're leaving tomorrow right?” Zuko nodded,” Then I will recommend getting some sleep, it be a long way” back.

You and Zuko parted ways,Zuko watched you disappear into your room before beginning to walk towards his. He walked past the throne room when he heard a loud discussion happening which made him curious, he looked around to see if anyone can catch his ears dropping but when he saw no one close by he leaned his ear against the door,” What do you want brother?”,” I want Y/N, you promised me anything I want when you made Coryls your advisor instead of. Give me your daughter, I don’t trust that boy, his descendants to the throne split the realm in half, marriage to him will put y/n life in danger and he can’t protect her the way I do” Zuko frowned, he knew that half of his nation didn’t like the idea of him being Fire Lord but putting you in danger isn’t something he thought off and thanks to Mai, he was able to put a group of Ozai supporters in jail.” She can protect herself and he’s Fire Lord, he can afford the best guards the four-nation has and he’s a fire bender who the master trusted enough to tell the true meaning behind fire bending” your father defended Zuko but his brother just scoffed,” Zuko is the right match for my daughter, they’re the same age and seemed to get along quite well. That’s the end of the discussion brother, y/ will marry the fire lord and you marry Leena. Your children will be married once they are of age” he said with a tone which didn't leave room for any more discussion. Zuko heard heavy footsteps coming towards the door which made the young lord panic and run off towards his room.

“So where did the two of you go after dinner?” Sokka said wiggling his brows with a cheeky smile,” She took me on a flight on dragon back, it was truly amazing, nothing can beat that feeling” Zuko said with a fond smile,” Also I met her Uncle, he doesn’t seem to like me. I overheard a discussion between him and her father” Zuko said leaning against the railing of the boat,” He thinks I will bring her in danger as my reign split the realm in half” Zuko said,” But we have the Kyoshi warriors and they won’t let anything happen to you or your family and you have us as well” Aang said trying to lighten the mood,” Aang is right, y/n father would have thought that risk through, don’t worry too much Zuko” Katara said patting Zuko’s shoulder. Zuko nodded and looked at his friends with a thankful smile,” I hope I’m not disturbing?” you asked making Zuko turn,” No, we are just discussing some things. What are you doing here?” Zuko asked,” My father and Iroh thought it would be nice for me to look at the Palace, to get used to it already. I hope that’s okay with you” Zuko nodded,”Of course, what about Haku?”,” He be staying, my Uncle advised against it, he doesn’t want people who still support your father to know about their existence yet” you said with a tight-lipped smile,” That’s understandable, I just wanted to say I will protect you, my father’s support’s will not lay a hand on you. I promise you that” he said firmly,” I know”.

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❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽. (𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 + 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗅-𝗂𝗌𝗁!𝖺𝗎, 𝗍𝗒𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍!𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋*𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗋. }

he was a ruthless king given the nickname ‘endeavor’ after conquering many towns and villages, and on his recent one he’s taken you, now he’s your husband. a tyrant king who cares for nothing and no one but power and the obedience of others, who takes you to his y’all’s bed every night since obtaining you.

his warm body almost as uncomfortable, but not more than, the way he keeps you near him. eyes always burning into your frame making you shift in discomfort. he held your wrist tightly in his big hand that damn near covers half your forearm, throwing you down onto the chair next to him before seating himself.

as soon as he’s sat the servants put out the food giving him the biggest portions, a few minutes go by of awkward silence, the utensils hitting the dishes and the cups hitting the long table being the only noise made in the dining hall before the tyrants’ youngest speaks up. “nice of us to finally see your face not in passing, new queen.” his words laced with malice as you grit inwardly, a small hum of acknowledgment leaving your pursed lips.

“i mean…going from a simple commoner to royalty. you must be bursting at your seams.” you scoff trying to keep your composure as the prince continued. “i wonder if you just seduced my father for his riches.” he tsks. “I wouldn’t be surprised.” you pant in disbelief keeping your tone steady and respectful.

“I won’t be talked down upon by a pompous prince, who would have soiled his undergarments when faced with a sword at his neck. you know nothing about me.” he slams his open palm on the table, making the dishes ‘clink’ against the surface. “you wouldn’t survive in the situation I was put in!”

you weren’t phased by him, not in the slightest as he rose his voice, scarred face holding nothing less than contempt for you. “I did! and many more that’ll have you waking up in cold sweats and looking over your shoulder at the slightest pen drop… now I suggest, my prince, to address me with respect, as if I were one of the soldiers fighting your king’s battle, because I was…a victim paying the price for your idiotic war, so excuse me when I say I’ve seen more bloodshed in a day than you have your whole life… I bet you wouldn’t even be able to handle a godforsaken paper cut.”

“enough!!” a loud deep voice boomed through the squabbling of you and the dual haired male, silencing the already quiet dining hall, servants scrambled over each other to leave the room, his other two kids that were looking between you and their younger brother now tensed and faced the table. “you will treat my new wife with respect or its off to that room with you!”

you sigh looking off to the side, rolling your eyes with a pout as your arranged husband finished his shouting. “you don’t need to do that my… king.” you gulp forcing the word out. “he is frustrated, rightly so…” you turn to face the youngest. “i am not your mother, nor am I trying to be we’re the same age for the gods’ sake… i am a treasure earned through your father’s raid on my village. your siblings are older than me, your father’s wife, you think I am not frustrated also—“

you hear a warning grunt from the burly man at the head of the table making you shift with a sigh. “—you don’t even have to acknowledge me, but do not treat me as if im dying to be in this position…” you feel the kings glare on you looking at him before looking away clearing your throat. “I-i… forgive me, my king, for speaking out of turn and spoiling our supper, i just felt the need to clear up any misunderstandings your heir has.”

・❥・

a voice spooks you as you sit on the terrace over looking the night sky of the kingdom. “are you scared of my father?” you reposition yourself, resting your head on your knees, the young prince takes in the bruise marks on dark skin, as you sigh and look over at him. “I’ve never known fear from any man until your father’s army raided my village, it happened when I was barely knee high things I can never forget… but as I got older my people started a resistance I was apart of it and we started to fight back, we started to win.” you look away, a soft smile painted your face before quickly disappearing.

“but your father couldn’t let that happen. he came leading about 60 men, who slaughtered almost everyone of our male soldiers, by the end there were very few of our battalion left, me and my father, the chief, included. so my father came up with an.. arrangement, and i agreed, for the sake of my people.” he looks at your side profile seeing the pain in your eyes.

“I have not had a peaceful nights sleep since your father overtook my village, even more so than when I got betrothed to him, having to sleep in the same bed w-with that—“ you stop your rambling letting out a heavy sigh. “so you ask me do i fear your father…” a wry laugh falls from your grim expression as you gazed at him in his heterochromatic eyes.

"i am terrified of him.” the prince gently touches his left eye. “you’ll hear no argument from me; the man is a monster under the guise of sovereignty, my family and i know it well.” you let the silence and cool air wash away your feelings as you did every night choosing to not let emotions show and tears fall as you sleep next to your peoples murderer.

“I wish to start over. I want you to forgive my insolence, my queen. I’m told that i judge too fast.” he spoke after a few minutes of quiet, the calm breeze washing over you both, making your eyes widen. “I also do not have much friends except for a few servants and I know that you could use some, being the same age and all.”

a soft smile graced your lips, tone somber as you relive your past, recalling your situation, once again rectifying it’s gravity. “fine just never call me ‘my queen’ again, y/n is just fine I’ve been stripped enough as is.”

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[pleasantspark]

“What do you mean!?” Orion asked. 

“Oops. Haha. Yeah. Every year. They come down and kill us.” Salza whispered a little meekly. 

“Why’s that?” Orion urges. 

“It’s to fulfill some population control. But I doubt it, there’s a lot of unknown reasons on why they do it.” Cell huffs.

“There’s no way I am allowing them to kill you guys! I want to do something about it!” Orion snaps, firm in her decision. Cell chuckles. 

“You are definitely not evil if you think that you can save us from death. Frieza’s wife died just last  year. So you’re out of luck, we should go inside now.” Cell said, heading inside Zarbon and Salza gave a pitied look to Orion before heading inside as well.

“This will not stop me, they deserve redemption. Maybe tomorrow when those “exterminators” arrive I can try and reason with them!” Orion said, she heads inside with them. 

Orion sat in the Lounge as she debated on what she was going to say to the demons. She wanted to get her point across that the Demons shouldn’t kill them at all. She wanted to… Fight for justice for them. She was thinking before Zarbon jumped on the couch. 

“Oh! Orion! I am hoping to have you meet the others today! Specifically a few of the people around here.” Zarbon kicked his legs back and forth as he was laying on his stomach with his hands on his chin. Orion jumps and looks at him adjusting her clothes. 

“I mean, if that’s okay with you…” Orion said. 

“Of course! Word gets around HFIL quite a lot.” Zarbon said. 

“Really?” She asked. 

“Yup! They heard of you, and want to meet the new female!” Zarbon said. Orion fiddles with her clothes. 

“I… I don’t know, Zarbon… I just got here and what if one of them tries to kill me?” Orion asked. 

“Nonsense! I already told everyone here how wonderful you are and how you’re so different I’d doubt they’ll try and kill you at all.” Zarbon said with a wave of his hand. 

“Yeah, that’s totally reassuring! Just know that I am not one for “fighting” and if they do kill me what would you do?” Orion huffs. 

“Um, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to that.” Zarbon chuckles nervously. 

“I see…” Orion said. 

“Well, there’s someone I want you to meet first. He’s a really nice guy! You’ll get along with him pretty well.” Zarbon smiled, and guided her to come with him. She nodded and headed with him. Zarbon heads to a secluded room, and opens the door. 

“Hey, Fu!” Zarbon calls, which the male elicited a groan and turned to face him. 

“Can’t you exercise caution and knock next time?” Fu groans, and Zarbon smirks. 

“Oh, there’s someone I want you to meet!” Zarbon smiled. 

“What? What are you talking about? There’s no one else for me to meet.” Said Fu, quite annoyed. 

“That’s what I want you to think! Come in Orion~!” Zarbon called.

“Orion?” Questioned Fu. 

Orion walked nervously up to where Fu was, and fiddled her fingers. Fu arched an eyebrow before turning in his chair to face Zarbon.

“Are you sure this is a real female?”

“Oh, silly Fu! I am sure! She fell from above! She’s real!” Zarbon urges. 

“Uh huh… Riiight. Are you sure this isn’t one of your metamorphing buddies?” Fu asked, adjusting his glasses. 

“What?” Zarbon asked, confused.

“Oh, my bad I forgot the average brain cell here is equal to the amount of bullshit that Buu spits out. What I am trying to say, are you sure this isn’t one of your shapeshifting pals?” Fu asked. 

“Positive! In fact, let me show you how real she is!” Zarbon exclaims as he cleared his throat, “Orion, whip them out.”

“What?” Orion asked.

“Whip out your breasts, show what a fantastic woman you are!” Zarbon said dramatically. 

“What? No!” Orion snaps.

“Respectfully, of course. I don’t- Don’t get me wrong. All breast sizes are valid. A cups, B cups, C, D cups… Personally, I am a fan of not too big- I am not attracted to you specifically Orion, no offense but my main squeeze, or at least who I never saw it as that is in Heaven along with my precious Mikumi…” Zarbon sighs.

“Wait, you have a daughter Zarbon?” Orion asked. 

“I mean, you were a part of the Frieza Force were you not?” Zarbon asked.

“No, I left after Ginyu died.” She explains, “Joined Goku and the others after a while.”

“I see.” Zarbon mused.

“But, do you really want to see them again?” Orion asked. Zarbon looked fondly at the wall. 

“Yes.” He muses gently, “Me and Zucchine never really were together. We never could have stood each other.” 

“Brace yourself, he’s going to sing.” Fu whispered. 

“Oh is this a constant thing?” Orion whispered back.

“Affirmative.”

“In this shadowed realm, I wander alone,

Trapped in the dark, far from my throne.

But there’s a light, it calls to me still,

Her face in my dreams, against my will.”

The lights became dim as Zarbon wandered around hopefully and walked around Fu’s Lab, longfully. Fu rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Oh, Mikumi, ma douce lumière,

My daughter, my heart, are you waiting there?

In Heaven’s embrace, where I long to be,

For you, my love, I’ll find redemption, you’ll see.”

The image of Mikumi filled his mind, as her laughter and cheers echoed through his mind, tears escaped his face. Turning to hold onto a counter.

“I’ve fallen so far, but I want to rise,

To the stars above, where your spirit lies.

For you, Mikumi, I’ll cast off my pride,

For just one chance to be by your side.”

He held onto the counter having one hand against his chest where his heart was. He sighs sadly. And blinked back tears.

“I’ve lived in darkness, made so many wrongs,

But your laughter, my dear, it’s where I belong.

I wasn’t a father you deserved back then,

But I’ll change for you now, again and again.”

The memories of keeping Mikumi safe caused him to smile gently at all the men who tried to take his daughter away. He sighed.

“Oh, Mikumi, ma douce lumière,

My daughter, my hope, I’ll climb every stair,

To Heaven’s gates, I’ll earn my way,

For you, my child, I’ll find the way. “

When he died, he remembered seeing his daughter run towards him and holding onto him, Namek… Namek was going to explode, or at worse get her harmed. He tried to beg her to go away but she didn’t. She held onto him.

“I’ve fallen so far, but I want to rise,

To the stars above, where your spirit lies.

For you, Mikumi, I’ll cast off my pride,

For just one chance to be by your side.” 

He ended up watching her as she held onto him and his eyes shuttered. He ended up passing away. And when he arrived in front of King Yemma, he saw his daughter too. 

“Can you hear me, my love, from up above?

I’ll mend my soul for you, my dove.

Every step I take in this endless night,

Is for the chance to walk in Heaven’s light.”

He smiles as he knew it would be the last time he’s ever seen her. Or not. King Yemma called him up and told him he was going to HFIL and he watched as Mikumi ran over to him and tried to hug him but he was sent away. He remembered arriving at HFIL and seeing Dodoria and the Ginyu Force there, and not seeing Mikumi. He worried that on the way down, she died somehow. But no one actually did, and the ogre’s Mez and Goz told him no one of that name existed. 

“I’ve fallen so far, but I want to rise,

To the stars above, where your spirit lies.

For you, Mikumi, I’ll cast off my pride,

For just one chance to be by your side.” 

He then thought back and probably she was sent to Heaven. He felt hurt that the last time he talked to her was before they were split. Never got a chance to tell her he loved her, never had a chance to express that he did.

“For Mikumi, I dream of Heaven’s shore,

I’ll earn my place with you once more.”

As he finished singing he placed a hand on his heart sighing sadly. 

“Are you done? Are you finally done? Because remember, you're in my laboratory.” Fu said, with annoyance. 

“Right, apologies, Fu. I got carried away.” Zarbon sighed sadly. 

“Well, it was nice to meet and make your acquaintance, Orion. If you don’t mind telling me, you don’t seem to have any particular energy about you that suggests you are evil at all. Might you belong in Heaven instead?” Fu asked. 

“No, I killed myself and King Yemma said, I am supposed to be here. So ever since then, I have been here.” Orion said, with a sad smile. 

“Hm, that’s weird.” Fu muses, before turning back to the computer. 

“I know, I was hoping to actually redeem HFIL’s residents.” She smiled. Fu, stopped typing and sighs. 

“That’s unlikely.” Fu said. 

“And dumb.” Said a voice, from the doorway. Fu turned around and scoffed. 

“Well speak of the Devil. Cell, what are you doing in my Lab? You better have a good damn reason.” Fu said. 

“For starters, I am here. Because I overheard Miss Pipe Dreams talk about her grand idea of redemption!” Cell chuckles sardonically. 

“Yeah, so? I want to see everyone here be redeemed at some certain part of their lives!” Orion argues.

“You do realize that most of the people here are far from redeemable, right? Frieza, Me, King Cold, even Buu! Of all people cannot even be redeemed. You're even lucky to have Fu’s smartass be redeemed. And let’s not forget…” Cell saunters his way over to Zarbon and places a hand on the male’s shoulders and bent over to his height to his ear. 

“Little pretty boy Zarbon over here… Sweet Zarbon who's far from perfect who has done some sort of crime, why is he here? You may ask? Well, he’s far from the saint he depicts himself as. He followed every one of Frieza’s commands, killed millions just to keep himself safe, a truly selfish decision on his end.” Cell tsks and shakes his head.

“And you of all people thought that your little pipedream will work? Please. Don’t humor me no, no in fact humor me and make a complete ass of yourself.” Cell snickers. 

“So what? We all make bad decisions! We’re here in the first place! Being in HFIL is reflecting on our lives decisions and making bad or good decisions! I have an end goal, seeing Mikumi! At least I have something to look forwards to instead of dying every fucking year!” Zarbon snaps. 

Cell chuckles snarkily. “I doubt your daughter even knows of the vile atrocities you committed, you kept secrets from her, haven’t you? Secrets that are too bad for even your pure hearted daughter to handle. Her fwagile kid feelings will hurt.” Cell mocks. 

“You have no business speaking on matters that you don’t have any subject on! You barely even know how it is to be a great father so don’t go mocking me for my decisions! I fucked up, sure. But don’t we all at some point?” Zarbon snaps. 

“Mmm. No, have fun in delusional land with Pipedreams, I’m going to barricade the windows and doors from the exterminators.” Cell saunters away, leaving a fuming Zarbon behind. 

Zarbon took a deep breath. “Let’s go, there’s one more person I’d like you to meet.” Zarbon waved his hand for her to come with him. 

“Oh okay.” Orion said, following Zarbon. Zarbon seemed to be tense in his footsteps, seeming to be pissed and she looked down.

Zarbon finally stopped in front of the doors. “This is where most of the villains go to unwind.” Zarbon said, and walked in the room.

“Ey! Zarbon is ‘ere!” Said a voice, Zarbon smirked as a red short alien with a mullet smiled. 

“Hey, Jeice. I take it you didn’t start without me, hm?” Zarbon asked. 

“Not at all! Not at all! Oh! Is that Orion? Aren’t ya a sight for sore eyes?” Jeice smirks, with one hand on his hip

“Hey, Jeice! What’s up?” Orion asked. Jeice chuckles and shrugs.

“Nothin’ much, just got done with a drinking game!” Jeice proudly brags. 

“With who?” Orion arched an eye.

“Oh, who do you think it was?” Jeice asked. Orion peeked over his shoulder and saw Burter knocked out completely hammered. 

“Ah, I see…” Orion muses. 

“Yup! Burter barely lasted a drink in! I didn’t even have to get drunk!” Jeice laughs.

“I see.” Orion nods.

“So, it’s lovely to see ya again. What’re you doing here? Aren’t ya supposed to be in Heaven?” Jeice asked. Orion rubbed the back of her head. 

“Oh… Well, it’s not that simple…” Orion began, Jeice shrugs. And perks up.

“Oh! There’s someone I think you’d like to meet again! Come with me!” Jeice said. Orion yelps, she is pulled around and Jeice smirks.

“Ginyu!” Jeice called, and  Orion’s eyes widened. 

“G-Ginyu?” She asked, looking surprised. Ginyu’s face softened upon seeing Orion.

“O-Orion? Is that…” Ginyu began, tracing a hand over her face. Orion melted in the touch and smiled. 

“Yes, yes… It’s me.” Orion said. Ginyu lets out a happy hum. And smiled.

“I… I didn’t expect you to end up here of all people. Even though… You ended up, well. Being a part of the Frieza Force in the end.” Ginyu said. Orion nodded. 

“Yeah.” She said.

“What happened after Namek?” Ginyu asked.

“I took Zarburne, My Men and myself off the planet. Then we went through space until all five of us arrived back to Earth and… Well. I ended up moving on with one of the earthlings? Then he died.” She said sadly. 

Ginyu nodded. “I see, I am proud of you for moving on.” 

Orion blushed, and looked away. 

“If you’re here then, what happened to Zarburne?” Ginyu asked. 

“...He’s being taken care of, I suppose.” Orion fumbled a bit, and sighed. Ginyu nodded. 

“It’s nice to see you aga-” Ginyu began, but was grabbed by the arm. Ginyu winces and Orion gasps. 

“What the fuck Cell!?” Orion shouts, “Let go of Ginyu’s arm!” She snaps.

“Yeah, you’re… Gripping my arm badly…” Ginyu winces. 

“Oops. my bad.” Cell sneers, releasing Ginyu’s arm carelessly. 

“...Ugh! What was that for!?” Orion snaps.

“Just felt like it.” Cell shrugs.

“You’re such a dick!” Orion yelled. 

“Oh I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to be good or anything! Oh noooo! Why would I the great Cell even be as good as the almighty Orion!?” Cell sarcastically responds, though it lacked his usual bite. 

“...Whatever.” Orion crossed her arms. 

“Just a heads up, the exterminators are arriving in a few minutes.” Cell smirks. 

“Shit! I have to go out there!” Orion rushes out.

“Wait!” Ginyu calls. Cell places an arm to hold Ginyu back. 

“Let her die.” Cell said. Ginyu seemed to bristle at that. 

“I am not letting my ex die! Especially since I still have feelings for her!” Ginyu shouts. Cell’s eye twitches as a familiar sense of… wounded pride filled him. He was not letting Ginyu play the hero. He’s going to save her. 

“You stay here. I go and get her.” Cell didn’t leave room for discussion as he shoved Ginyu aside unceremoniously. Ginyu grunts and looks on in disbelief.  

Orion rushes up to the two beings. And taps her foot. “Hey!” 

The demons turned to face Orion with a look of arrogance and smirked. “Look at this, Azzy. This must be the new gal that King Yemma sent down below, Ryan are you?” The Demon asked. 

“It’s actually Orion but- I was here to talk to you-”

“Okay, whatever, Orin. Make it quick.” Razzamoth said. 

“Orion and I wanted to tell you that I don't belong here.” Orion bravely admits as Razzamoth laughs. 

“How funny Orange-” Razzamoth starts. 

“Okay you weren't even trying with that one.” Orion annoyingly said. 

“-You are in HFIL, so YOU did something that was bad. Particularly horrible even. I know you killed yourself.” Razzamoth proudly exclaims. 

“...Yeah but-” Orion began.

“That was particularly selfish of you to do, have you no idea what you did, what madness you just unleashed on your friends back on the living plane, did you?” He snickers. 

“I…” Orion looked down. 

“Well, let’s see what they think.” With a wave of his hand, Razzamoth made a globe appear, and the globe glows showing Yamcha, walking to her home. Orion gasped. And watched as Yamcha walked to her home. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door. 

“Orion? It’s been weeks now. Please. I am worried, Krillin is too. In fact, I just got from talking to Krillin and he agreed for me to come see you…” Yamcha chuckles with uncertainty as he fiddles with his fingers. He looked down and sighs.

“Look, just… Open up. I need you… To say you're okay.”

Orion watches as Yamcha walks into the house. “I am coming in, okay? I just need to know you’re okay.” 

With that, she watches as Yamcha opens the door to her room and gasps. Seeing her on the floor completely lifeless, her body in advanced stages of decomposition. Yamcha gags and fell to his knees. He pulled out his phone and called Krillin.

“Krillin, she’s gone… She’s dead… She…” 

With that, Razzamoth turned to Orion and smirked.

“See what your actions have done? It’s a pretty evil thing to force someone who lost their friend to see another dead. You do deserve to be here. What else do you have to say?” Razzamoth asked.

“Just one more chance, that’s all I ask Before you bring the final task These souls have suffered, they’ve paid their price Can’t you see they’ve changed, made sacrifices?”

Orion sang, standing up. 

“They’ve felt the fire, the endless pain But now they stand, no more in vain If there’s a way to break this chain Why let them fall, when hope remains?”

Orion waves her arms to emphasize the weight of what has happened.

“There’s no redemption, it’s far too late You cannot change what seals their fate HFIL’s doors don’t open once you’re inside No matter how hard they try to hide”

Razzamoth shakes his head smirking as he shrugs, and flies up.

“They failed, they fell, they took their shot Their suffering here is all they’ve got You think that mercy can free them now? But once you’re damned, we don’t allow”

He proceeded to fly around and smirk while he pointed to every single person there. “But look at them, don’t close your eyes! They’ve learned to live, to realize The weight of sin, the cost they’ve paid They’ve earned the chance to leave this shade”

Orion points to various characters, all having been watching as the exterminators and them stopped. They were watching this go on, Cell shook his head.

“You can’t just kill them once again When they’ve broken free from endless sin If HFIL is meant to punish souls Then isn’t change the final goal?”

Orion puts both of her hands up as Razzamoth chuckles.

“You speak of mercy, you speak of grace But this is HFIL, not Heaven’s place Their time has come, it’s been decreed No second chances, no reprieve”

Razzamoth flew around as he showcased all the deaths of various HFIL Residents over the years, Frieza looked away as it was too painful to be reminded by Frostbyte even after her death.

“The law is set, their fate is sealed No second lives, no wounds get healed They’re prisoners in this endless fire Don’t waste your breath, the time’s expired”

Razzamoth puts up a rockstar sign snickers as Azzy drops in with a stern tone dismissing Orion’s points.

“But what is law if it has no heart? If you won’t let them restart? You can see they’re not the same Why keep them bound in an endless flame?”

Orion asks, looking around.

“You speak of hope, you speak of light But here in HFIL, there’s endless night The souls you plead for have no chance They chose their end, they chose this dance”

Razzamoth then got close to her, and pointed in her chest. And turned away, snickering, crossing his arms.

“They chose wrong once, but can’t you see? They’ve changed, they’ve learned, they can break free Why kill them now when they’ve atoned? Why leave them lost, forever alone?”

Orion pleads, and turns away looking at the mansion hopefully.

“Because in HFIL, there is no peace Their suffering will never cease You think redemption’s what they need? But here, their pain is how they bleed”

Razzamoth answers coldly. And shook his head.

“Just one more chance, don’t turn away These souls can change, they’ve found their way If mercy reigns, let this be done They’re not the same, their battles won”

Orion and Razzamoth began to talk at each other, with Razzamoth snarky saying it and Orion pleading.

“No more chances, no more lies HFIL is forever, no compromise The flames will burn, the chains will bind Once you’re condemned, there’s no rewind”

Razzamoth threw Orion to the ground as he summoned his sword.

“The time is up, their fate is clear You’ve wasted words, we won’t adhere Their lives are over, their path is set This is their end—don’t you forget”

Azzy did the same as Orion shielded her face. 

“Now, since you’re a newcomer, which death do you want? The super fast one? Or slow? Because what you suggested was far worse than we thought.” Razzamoth chuckles.

“Yeah, Redemption? What a STUPID idea.” Azzy snickers. 

“...But they deserve so much!” Orion argues.

“Shush, Oliver we’re talking.” Razzamoth snarls. 

“It’s Orion.” Orion sternly said.

“I don’t see why you think these “sinners” are capable of change when all they do is sin or commit great evil. Various of the people you’re trying to redeem actively are just beings that don’t have a heart. That won’t have a heart and that you’re praying they would learn. They won’t. Never will.” Razzamoth snickers. 

“Now, what would it be?” Azzy asked. 

“...No!” Orion shouts. 

“Hm, very well then.” Razzamoth drops his spear and loads his Ki Blast but before he could even think of killing Orion, a ki blast knocks the blast out and Razzamoth is confused.

“Who the fuck was that?” Razzamoth growled. 

“Me, leave the Saiyan alone.”

“Cell!? Oh what are you doing here? You came to save your girlfriend~” Razzamoth snickers. Cell shook his head.

“No, I came here to HELP her, now fuck off.” Cell snaps, Orion just passed out, and Cell hauls her over his shoulder and heads inside the mansion reboarding it up. He placed Orion on the couch. 

Hours passed, and Orion regained consciousness and found herself hooked up to various machines. Fu seemed to be humming while two ogres stood by. “Where am I?” Orion asked.

“Ah, you’re in the lab, you got really hurt.” Fu said.

“Yeah, no thanks to your stupid games.” Cell snarks, lifting himself from the wall, and walking over to Orion’s bedside, he towered over her, his arms crossed as he looked down at her.

“Did… Did they… Do redemption?” Orion murmurs. 

“Redemption?” One of the ogres asks. 

“Ah Mez, Goz. She thinks she can redeem sinners. Surprised you weren’t there to witness her pathetic pleading!” Cell laughed and shook his head. 

“...” Orion's face burned with embarrassment. 

“Hm, redemption seems new. No one has ever thought of it before.” Mez mused, which caused Cell to stop laughing.

“What?” Cell asked.

“Yeah, and I think these Demon’s need a test dummy for them to see that Redemption is all that’s cracked up! I think… Cell, you’re the one that I would like to redeem!” Orion said.

“Say what now?”

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Captive Heart (Chapter 1) | Charlie Puth

A/n: I had a fun, horny idea, this is a dark fic so proceed with caution

You were dressed in the same garb as the other serving girls, a thin white tunic that clung to your breasts and thighs, no undergarments, of course.

"You!" King Charles pointed a long finger at you. He snapped his fingers and you scrambled forward.

"Disrobe."

You swiftly obeyed, knowing the rumors of the king's cruelty when he was angered. In this kingdom, the king was treated like a god.

The throne room was cold and your bare nipples hardened. You hung your head, ashamed at your nudity. But humiliation was better than being thrown in the dungeon.

Your king rose and towered over you. He circled around your naked body, observing it from all angles.

"Your body pleases me," he said.

"Bath her and bring her to my chambers," he ordered his other attendants.

"Yes, my king," they murmured in unison.

As they led you away you wondered what would be expected of you in the king's private rooms.

You were washed and dressed in an array of thin silks that did little to cover your body, but rather acted as a colorful film over your skin, like looking through stained glass.

The king's rooms were gaudy, but you were too scared to appreciate the finery.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asked.

"No, your majesty."

"I never deny my eyes beauty to feast upon. What is your name."

"My given name is y/n, if it pleases your majesty, but you may call me anything you like," you answered.

""Y/n" will be fine." He stuck a hand underneath the silks between your legs and ran his finger through your folds. You held your breath and your tongue until he was satisfied.

He held up one glistening digit. "Why are you wet, y/n?" he questioned.

"You are handsome, my king."

"Have you ever been with a male?" You knew he was asking if you had been deflowered.

"No, sire. I have not."

He cupped your face. "Kiss me," he commanded.

Your virgin lips were clumsy on his, but he did not guide you through the kiss. For his own amusement, the king allowed you to stumble on your own through the embrace.

Your king smelled of cinnamon and apples and his lips did feel pleasant. He pulled back from the kiss to assess you.

"I won't take you until you beg me to. But I am confident you will beg."

You didn't know what to say.

"Have you ever touched yourself, y/n?"

You shook your head.

"Good. I would like to fully own your pleasure. You are never to touch yourself without my permission. Understood?"

"Yes, your majesty."

Charles strode over to a divan. "I'll be frank. I seek a queen." He reclined leisurely and waited for your reaction.

You smiled uneasily, unsure if he was joking.

"Sire," you hesitated, "why have you summoned me here?"

"I just told you. I need a wife. You are lovely."

You furrowed your brow. "But, your majesty, you are important and I am a nobody."

Charles stared at you. "I decide who is important in my kingdom."

You struggled to wrap your mind around what he was implying.

Charles wasn't put off by your silence. "I have to attend a meeting with my council. You are free to explore these rooms, but don't stray too far," he instructed you.

He left you and you wandered into an adjacent room, filled with intricate paintings. The gallery was stunning and you followed it leisurely to where it ended at a balcony.

You'd never known freedom. You thought about that as you looked out at the kingdom. Having no one in the world to love you, should have made your life unbearable. But seeing freedom so close like this made it easier. Even if you were free, there was no one out there for you.

A servant you didn't recognize appeared by your side. She'd padded down the hall silently in the way all slave girls were trained.

"The king asked me to find you. He has a gift for you." She handed you a silver box.

You opened it. The inside was lined with pink satin. In the center was a gaudy crown with jewels of every color.

"His majesty the king asks you to consider his proposal," the servant said.

"You mean I have a choice?"

"If you decline, you will only go back to your old life. You will no longer have the king's favor. But yes. You will have a choice."

"And if I say yes he will wed me?"

"Not right away," the servant said. "He will breed you to ensure your fertility. If you please him in this way, then he will wed you."

And if not, I'll be a used whore, you thought.

There was no punishment for declining his royal highness' offer. But a life as a queen would be far better than life as a slave. And there were worse fates than being married to a handsome king.

You had much to think on.

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WORK WIFE

[Edward Nashton x Male Reader]

Chapter 4- Switch Out Some Parts and Become Like the Norm

Words: 2269

Warnings: None

Edward didn’t sleep last night. He is by no means unfamiliar with all-nighters, but this one was different. Normally he would be working and look up to see the sun shining through the windows, but last night even his work couldn’t distract him. You were often on his mind, but this was the first time just the thought of you kept Edward up.

After Edward dropped you off, he had spent all of yesterday worrying. About his interactions with you, wondering if he made you uncomfortable, having you in his space. Most of all, he worried about what you might have seen. After bringing you into his apartment and washing your clothes, he quickly put away everything he had been working on. The newspapers, the journals, the pictures, anything that someone seeing would sabotage his progress. He forgot one newspaper, but it seems you only saw the crossword. Edward’s love of puzzles wasn’t secret, but he’d rather have you see a crossword than his current unfinished mystery.

Pulling himself off the couch and turning off the TV that had been droning on in the background, Edward walks to his coffeemaker. His overthinking continues as he fills his mug and catches a glimpse of his reflection in the coffee.

Pathetic.

The comments in his mind had persisted all night, so at this point he is too tired to let it affect him. He grabs a protein bar before sitting down at the counter and pulling out a sudoku book. Though he prefers online puzzles, the internet went out a month ago and he could barely calm his mind without a distraction so he bought the book in case anything like that happened again. Something about finishing puzzles makes him feel… capable. Like he might be more than his mind says he is.

While flipping through the pages, he hears something hit the ground. Reaching down to pick it up, he realizes it is his key. Well, your key. It’s a sad replica, made quickly out of an old credit card.

Was it wrong to make a copy of your key? Edward had been battling the thought Friday night. While he sat in his room keeping an eye on you, he felt the copy key burning in his pocket as he tried to ignore it by engrossing himself with puzzles. It eventually reached the point that he couldn’t handle the imaginary heat and tucked the key in the sudoku book, heading to the couch to try and sleep.

Now Edward is staring at the key, fighting the same mental war as the other night. Deciding that he'd deal with it later, he puts it back into the book and focuses on eating.

Despite the anxiety induced nausea, Edward manages to force down the protein bar and finishes his coffee, standing up to fill his cup again. He tops off his mug and walks back to the couch, plugging in his headphones and turning on his usual affirmations. He finally manages to calm his mind a bit and closes his eyes when he immediately gets pulled back out of it by his phone vibrating. 

Edward frustratedly opens his eyes and turns on his phone to see a message from you. He’s not used to getting messages anyway but one from you surprises him even more. He’s scared to click on it, afraid you’re going to berate him or say that you don't ever want to see him again. Edward dwells on the thought for a minute but is brought back to reality by another message.

Y/N: Good morning Edward :)

Y/N: I just wanted to ask if you’d like to get lunch today. I feel like I should repay you for your kindness in some way.

Edward stares in shock at the messages. Not only are you being kind, but you’re asking to see him again. He’s frozen, trying his hardest to imagine what you could gain from this. If you might tempt him into saying things he never meant to share then turn his own words against him. If you could take advantage of his vulnerability and laugh at you with coworkers.

Why would someone like him even think of interacting with you?

He’s above you, everything you will never be.

You. Are. Nothing.

Despite every bone in his body telling him not to, Edward responds.

Edward: I’d love to.

He tosses his phone next to him on the couch, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to remember how to breathe. Nobody has shown him the kindness you have. Nobody tries, nobody has bothered to figure him out. You unknowingly reach every corner of his mind, making him feel a million feelings he’s not able to put words to.

Edward’s phone buzzes and his hands start shaking as he reaches over to read your message.

Y/N: Awesome! How about The Dining Place? I can pick you up at 12.

Edward blinks in disbelief at the message. He tries to regain his composure and manages to type out a “sounds good” and send his address.

After managing to calm his racing heart, Edward realizes that it’s already 11:30. He quickly runs to his room, digging through his closet to find something to wear. Besides work, Edward doesn’t go out much. With other people, at least. Remembering your comment about green looking nice on him, he finds a jacket shoved in the back of his closet along with the mask he recently bought from a surplus store.

Edward stares at the mask for a minute, wondering when he would have the chance to wear it. He bought it early on in his research, feeling pulled to it. Maybe soon.

Walking to the dresser, Edward pulls out the least wrinkled white t-shirt he can find and a pair of black jeans. Stripping out of yesterday’s clothes, he replaces them with his new outfit and heads to the bathroom.

He only manages to brush his teeth before you text that you’re almost there. Edward stares at his reflection, trying to fix his hair as much as possible. He tries to shower regularly during the week, but during the weekend he gets lazy. Luckily because he showered Friday night, his hair isn’t slicked down with grease but is instead a bit messy and fluffy.

While trying to style his hair, his phone lights up showing a new text from you saying that you’re outside. Edward glances in the mirror again, giving up on his hair and deciding he looks semi-decent. He grabs his wallet and quickly puts on a pair of shoes, trying to calm his breathing as he walks out.

Edward’s heart is pounding as he makes his way to where your car is idling. You look up from your phone as he approaches and you smile. He forces himself to smile, wondering if it was convincing enough while he steps inside.

“Hey! I’m glad you wanted to get lunch.” You say as you pull out of his parking lot.

“Of course.” Edward says softly.

The rest of the drive is quiet, with you humming along to the music you’re playing. Edward tries to make his stomach stop churning and hands stop shaking the whole ride to the restaurant. Eventually you reach your destination and make your way in.

Edward fiddles with his hands as the hostess leads you to a table. He slides into the booth and smiles at the host while she sets down the menus and you give her a quiet “thank you”. You smile at Edward as the hostess walks away and Edward feels like he might explode. From what, he really doesn’t know. Nervousness, adoration, infatuation, and anxiety are just a few.

“Did you do anything fun after you dropped me off? I mean nothing can top spending a morning with me, but you know.” You smirk. Normally Edward can naturally respond to you unlike coaching himself during other conversations, but yesterday’s events have made him especially nervous. 

“I mean, if you call doing puzzles fun, sure.” Edward says, letting his brain speak for him. “That and jer-” 

Edward manages to stop before saying the worst thing he could say to you. While it was true, he did jerk off, he doesn’t need you to know, especially when he did it to the thought of you. He forces himself to find something else to say, deciding not to speak unfiltered again. Edward tries to pass off his abrupt stop as a coughing fit, too afraid to see what emotion you might be showing.

“Sorry, jigsaw puzzles. Still a type of puzzle but not my normal.” Edward says, finally gaining the courage to look at you. You’re covering the bottom half of your face with your hand but he can see the smile in your eyes. He can feel the blood rushing to his face as he realizes that you know what he was going to say. You clear your throat and shake your head a little.

“Ah, I love jigsaw puzzles. I did one last night, too.” You bite down on your bottom lip in an attempt to hide laughter. Luckily the blood that rushed into Edward’s cheeks was leaving but unluckily it was heading in another direction. The thought of you pleasing yourself sparked many images in Edward’s mind that he wanted gone at this moment.

“Uh…so what are you thinking of getting?” He abruptly changes subjects and you move on as well, eventually ordering and having a casual conversation.

When Edward is with you, the nagging voice in his head falls to the background. The comments, the reminders that he will never be good enough, the taunts, all of it hides when you’re talking to him. Maybe that’s why he’s enamored with you in a way he had never been with anyone else before. Although he is terrified to get his hopes up and wonders if you feel even a fraction of the same way towards him, you are one of the only things keeping him going right now.

You make him okay. You make his brain quiet. You make him feel like he’s not the person other people see. 

You make him feel like he’s enough.

The rest of lunch goes along well, with you and Edward just enjoying being in each other’s company. You insist on paying for the bill, reminding him that you wanted to repay him for his kindness Friday night. The conversation continues as you walk out of the restaurant. You’re so engrossed in the story you’re telling that you don’t see a car approaching but Edward grabs your wrist and pulls you back in time. You turn around, looking confused until Edward points at the car that had just passed. While you’re still trying to process what happened, Edward takes advantage of the moment and he slips his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. You don’t react, either not noticing or not caring.  

“Oh my god, thank you. I could have died right there.” You say, wide-eyed.

“More like sent to the hospital. Then you’d wish you had died.” Edward says, still holding onto your hand. Finally he feels you react to his touch, tightening your grip a little. Neither of you say anything else and you pull Edward forward, making sure to check both ways before crossing. 

You drop his hand when you reach the car, getting in and pulling out of the parking lot. Edward stares out the front window, trying to think of something to say when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head and sees you holding your hand towards him. He hesitates but gently slides his fingers into yours, watching your face to see any change. All he sees is are the corners of your mouth raise a bit, but no more than that. 

Edward is terrified. He had managed to calm himself down during the lunch but his fear came rushing back when you held your hand out to him. 

You don’t deserve him.

For once, Edward fights back.

Maybe I do.

Move on while you can.

Why? Maybe it will be different this time.

He’s going to leave. You’ll get attached and he’s going to see you like the loser you are.

That comment hits a bit hard and Edward gives up on arguing his own mind. He sits in silence while he gets bombarded with degrading comments. He feels anger rise in his throat but it dissipates when he hears your voice, not quite able to make out the words that you’re saying.

“Hmm?” Edward turns toward you. You glance over at him and smile.

“I said your hands are soft.” Edward’s stomach flips at that comment, not sure what to say.

“Oh…thanks. Yours are too.” Edward manages to choke out, and you smile. Edward wants to talk more but isn’t sure what to say, so he stays quiet. Eventually you reach his apartment, pulling in and parking at the entrance. 

“Hey, thanks again for coming with me. I had a good time.” You smile at him and let go of his hand, reaching to unlock the door.

“Of course. I had a good time too.” Edward smiles back, opening the door and stepping out.

“I’ll see you at work.” You say and Edward nods, closing the door. He hears you drive away as he walks up to the building, making his way to his apartment.

He walks inside and plops down on the couch, feeling like he just woke up from a dream.

Failure.

Maybe not.

Unwanted.

Perhaps not anymore.

Alone.

 Not today.

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⌗ 𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝘿𝘼𝙔 | p.sh

PAIRING: park sunghoon x fem!reader SYNOPSIS: for both of them, it was a merely a necessity until time made them realise that the agreement was fated and that the acting was bound to turn into reality. WARNINGS: emotional rollercoaster, cursing, some angst maybe? WORD COUNT: 1.8K words A/N: first time writing a one shot ! hoping y'all like it :D

"Here's the final payment." Jay handed you the check, the scene which you had been dreading of since the last one month coming to reality right in front of you. But unlike what you had thought, Sunghoon had made his best friend to go give you the money whilst he made some silly excuse to avoid it himself.

As much as you were disappointed about not seeing him instead, you would be called a liar if you didn't admit that after seeing Jay enter the café you had breathed out a huge sigh of relief, the feeling of doom impending washing down off you when you realised you wouldn't have to say the final goodbye.

The money you had made was enough for you to move out of city and start a new life after the past six tormenting months, out of which the last two were good enough to make you change your mind but the feelings that ran through you at the thought of crossing paths with the rich boy again was enough to make you stay determined.

"Thank you, Jay. I appreciate it." You told the male as he handed the expensive piece of paper to you. Giving a small smile, he stood up from his chair and put his hand forward which you readily accepted, shaking it.

"Do stay in touch." He said and left, knowing if he stayed any further he would start saying things his friend would not like you to hear— how desperate he was in order for Jay to go instead because he couldn't face you. As much as it hurt you to take all things professionally, it hurt Sunghoon even further since he felt he had used you but as you had agreed earlier being as desperate as him, it was his job to finish it.

Finish what he had begun. Finish the contract of you being his pretend wife so that he would not have to agree to his dad of marrying someone who would benefit the company.

And end the surge of emotions he had started to feel in the last two weeks.

After emptying out your cup of coffee you opened the envelope Jay had given you, finding a small paper inside.

"Thanks for agreeing in the beginning. All the best for future."

"So much so you could just say that?" You muttered to yourself, letting out a breathy chuckle as you shoved it into your pocket, carefully putting back the envelope in your purse. Exiting the café, you quickly took a bus to your apartment since you had a lot left to pack before the next day's flight.

Sunghoon knew you were leaving since you had always told him out of spite that you would be one of the happiest person on earth when you'd start a new life afresh away from him, whenever he annoyed you for fun and tried to get on your nerves. He wondered, actually, whether you were now happy— the thought that you had finally got what you had wanted helping him put a smile on his face.

Which was to get away from your past, and him.

A small voice within him constantly screamed in agony, though he was not in any physical pain. It was his heart that was hurting, triggering memories of those moments which him and you shared; the scenes where the acting had turned real.

Getting away from his strict father's decision had pushed him into doing this in the first place. He can now easily say that you both went through a secret divorce if asked, but why did it feel like it was happening now, in reality? All those dialogues, the frequent promises that a couple would make in love came to him automatically but this time, he'd say the exact statements again genuinely, unlike before.

All he wanted that day was someone foolish enough to do the job for him and he precisely got what he wanted— just that he was the fool out of you both, falling for you when he wasn't supposed to.

You were packing your suitcase the next day quietly, songs playing in the background in order to distract you from feeling overwhelmed. It was only a few hours before you boarded your flight and now you possibly couldn't let your feelings go astray and stop you from the thing you were looking forward to all this time.

The song switched and suddenly you sat there frozen on your knees, the familiar soft music playing in the room. You could feel his touch on your arm, remembering the scene wherein both of you unwillingly danced together to this song that one night after Sunghoon's mother had suggested it would be sweet if the young couple had participated in the dance at the fair.

It was the same night when the sparks were finally ignited at your side, slowly catching feelings for the same man who was buying your time for his own use.

Tears sliding down your cheek, you paused the song and hastily finished packing your suitcase, knowing it would be better if you reach the airport otherwise your stupid heart would keep finding ways to go back to him.

Sunghoon realised he had to do something fast after figuring out what he ought to do to make it right. He had messed up first but now, it was his chance for redemption.

You could feel a tingling sensation on the back of your neck as you stood in line at the gate to get into the airport, looking around to see if anyone was watching you to make you feel such. Just as you were about to show your ticket to get past the security, you heard an eerily familiar voice call out your name— the voice which you once didn't like but now had grown fond of so much.

The same person who had accidently confessed that he liked you a week and half back while being too sleepy to be in his senses, you saying the same thing in return but then, you definitely did not know that he'd catch it, even though he was barely awake.

A hand wrapped around your wrist and a sudden force pulled you out of line to a nearby corner, only to come face to face with Sunghoon, beads of sweat stuck to his forehead giving away that he probably rushed all the way to here so that he could stop you before it was too late.

"Don't leave me. Please." He muttered, taking your hand to his chest and placing it there. "I know it was all acting but it's real for me now. And I feel it's for you too."

"I'm sorry Sunghoon, I can't do it." You whispered, your lips trembling at you were about to cry from the sheer pain of heartbreak. "I need to leave, at least for our sake." Pushing him away with slight force, you turned around to head back to the line, not bothered by the few pairs of eyes that were on you both.

"I'll come with you, then. If you want to leave so bad, I'll join you."

His statement replaced the sorrow inside you to a mysterious kind of anger— a blend of all the emotions you had bottled in all this while. You walked towards him and much to your own surprise slapped him in front of everyone, making him shamefully hang his head down and cover the area which was hit by his hand. Your hands trembled as you balled your fists, tears spilling down your eyes while staring at him.

"After all this drama you have to nerve to tell me you are going to leave everything behind and come with me?!" You yelled, your voice shaking due to the nasty blend of anger and heartbreak, making it impossible for you to even think straight— the entire scene in front of you being a blurry mess. "I knew it was supposed to be fake but I fell in love with you and now that I am readily breaking my heart for our own good, you come here and give me this bullshit?"

Seeing him say nothing just fueled your anger even more, your emotions overwhelming as you pushed him away further, sobs escaping your mouth.

"How dare you even say that knowing how much all this hurts for me?" The words merely came out in a soft tone right before you covered your face and cried uncontrollably, bending down to face the floor as you wished the people around you disappeared, especially him. He was silently crying too, witnessing the rare scene of you crying in front of him since all this time, he had simply known you as a girl who hid her feelings from the world really well. Knowing that the situation must be hitting very hard, it pained him so much that he took a step forward and engulfed you in a hug, his hand rubbing your back in comfort.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. It's my fault." He mumbled while resting his cheek on top of your head, trying to calm you down. "I realised I have begun to love you, [name]. That's why I'm here, trying to get another chance to " He added, making you look up at him in surprise, the heartfelt genuine in his words suddenly being too sweet to cry any further.

"What?" You asked, taken back at the sudden confession. Last time he had just said that he liked you with no such emotion, but hearing that he now actually loved you along with the heartfelt tone made you feel something— like a small ray of light in a dark cave, giving a way to escape.

"I love you. I actually do." He repeated for you, a small warm smile adorning his lips. "Please don't leave me." He simply begged, his tear-stained face inches apart.

You looked back at the line and then at him, realising that now after knowing how much he actually loved you and how he was now looking ever-so-fondly at you, there was no way you could live even a life after leaving him behind.

Sunghoon's eyes widened in shock at you crumpled the tickets in your hands, throwing them on the ground. Just as you were going to look up to see his face, he placed his hand on your jaw and pulled it into a kiss, taking you by surprise.

Unlike the couple times before, you could feel his love in this one, making you reciprocate the same back. After breaking apart, both of out let out a small chuckle, your hand reaching out to touch the cheek where you had slapped him.

"I'm so sorry I hit you." You apologised sincerely, feeling bad for your actions. He simply shook his head, shrugging his shoulders.

"After all that times I annoyed you in the last three months, I kind of deserved it."

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Secret Club : Part 2

(ft Whis&Vegeta&Piccolo)

Special guest : Vados

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Welcome to the club

Where we like our tea a bit salty...if you know what I'm sayin'

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"What the fxck is she doing here!!",Vegeta shouted as he pointed at the angel sitting at the antique table, holding a cup of tea with a smirk on her face.

"Can't a lady just come over to enjoy some tea?"

Vegeta turned to Piccolo angrily.

"I blame you for this Namek!"

Piccolo's eyes widened. "What for?!"

"It was your idea to move this outside. Now look, Champa's servant found us. I wonder who else is coming!"

Vados sighed. "Relax Saiyan. I was merely invited by my dear brother. No reason to yell at the Namek for suggesting to have some fresh air. You clearly could use it."

Piccolo smirked. "She's only been here a few minutes and is already better company than you, Vegeta."

Vegeta crossed his arms and scoffed.

"Ah, gentlemen. I see you've noticed we have a guest."

All eyes were on the male angel as he descended from the sky.

"And don't worry, Vegeta. We're in a secluded area. No one will know you like to drink tea and gossip with us every month."

Piccolo stepped in before Vegeta could say anything else. "So why is she here?"

"Isn't it obvious? To vent and eat free food just like you gentlemen do. I mean who can resist Earth food."

"Didn't Beerus wish you guys a planet with the super Dragonballs?",Vegeta questioned.

"Well, their food isn't as good and besides I missed my little brother.",she said with a pout.

"Great, now it's like we're on a female talk show.", Vegeta sighed as he sat down, still not happy with Vados joining them.

Whis huffed. "There's literally three men and one woman, Vegeta. Calm down."

Vegeta gave a harsh chuckle. "No, there's one gay, one woman, one green freak of nature and a powerful prince.",he said earning annoyed glares from everyone else.

"And I thought Champa was an annoying, delusional egotist.",Vados muttered.

"Nope. That goes to Vegeta.",Piccolo said before taking a bite of a muffin.

"Hey! I'm the prince of saiyans. I've killed so many of my enemies that it should be written in the history books!

Piccolo chuckled. "Yeah, it'd be called Psycho Prince, destroyer of lives. Still never managed to kill Goku."

"Come to think of it. Wasn't Piccolo the only person that could kill Goku?",Whis wondered.

Vegeta scoffed. "Pssh, that's not a big accomplishment."

"Seemed really important to you not so long ago.",Piccolo said.

Vegeta slammed the table angrily, surprising everyone that it didn't break.

"Oh shut up, Namek. Acting like you're all that. Like you didn't go fuck Kakarot's wife after you killed him!"

That caused everyone to almost choke on what they were eating or drinking. Whis holding in the tea he was about to spit out.

"NOW HOLD ON A DAMN MINUTE!! I NEVER DID ANY OF THAT!" Piccolo stood up, looming over Vegeta in a intimidating manner. Vegeta just standing up as well, though unable to match to Piccolo's height. "And how would you know?! You weren't even there!"

Vados couldn't help but laugh at the scene. "I thought you all came together to talk shit about everyone else, not to kill each other."

Whis gave his sister a smirk. "We have fun."

Soon after, Vegeta and Piccolo sat back down, acting as if they weren't about to kill each other not so long ago.

Vados returned the smirk. "Well, I'm going to like this club."

Feel free to let me know if there's anything else you'd like them to fight...I mean talk about. Also if I should add other special guests

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1959 Lipton tea bags arrive in Australia.

Although tea bags were invented in the 1920s, they made few inroads into tea drinking in Australia for the next 50 years. There is one mention in 1926 when the Geelong Advertiser reported that, instead of the old type of strainers, an ever-increasing number of women were using a muslin tea bag inside the teapot. However, unlike the tea bag we know today, this was likely unbranded and possibly even a homemade affair.

The tea bag is said to have been invented by an American tea merchant Thomas Sullivan who, in 1908, sent out samples of his product in small silk bags. Several of the recipients simply dunked the bags in hot water rather than emptying out the samples and hence the tea bag was born. However, a Time article points to an earlier patent by Roberta C. Lawson and Mary Molaren of Milwaukee, although whether they ever produced the bags commercially is not stated.

By the late 1920s, Lipton was marketing tea bags in the United States. To people in other tea-drinking nations, including the United Kingdom and Australia, this remained for decades a subject of scorn. In 1949, the Kalgoorlie Miner called the tea bag “an oddment peculiar to America”. In The Age in 1950, the columnist Davina wrote:

I wonder how many Australians know what a “tea-bag” is. It is a device used by Americans (who are coffee-lovers) for making tea. They drop a little muslin bag of tea leaves in a pot of hot (not necessarily boiling) water or perhaps into the teacup itself. They later remove the bag – whether to keep it for another day I’m not sure.

In 1954, “Rosemary” wrote in the Narrogin W.A. Reliance Weekly:

I have heard it said that in America they “dunk” a tea-bag in a cup of hot water, call the resulting watery brew “tea” then decide that they prefer coffee after all.

Then, in 1958, we hear that the tea-bag is coming to Australia, as Dorothy Drain mentions in The Australian Women’s Weekly:

Tea-bags, long used on the other side of the Pacific, are being launched on the Australian market. I am not proposing to enter the lists for or against tea-bag tea, but I notice that the sellers make the point that they’re tidy and convenient.

The following year, Lipton was advertising its tea bags in Australia as the foolproof way for a husband to make an early morning cup of tea for his wife. According to the advertisement, this angelic husband (Mr B McLeod of Boronia) wrote a glowing testimonial saying “My wife thinks I’m Christmas since your handy little tea bags came along. She really appreciates a cup of tea in bed and it’s easy to be an “angel” when you can make tea this quick, clean way.” The advertisement implied that fussing with teapots needed housewifely skills, while even an unskilled male could manage a tea bag.

Despite this, it took some time before Aussies were prepared to abandon the teapot in favour of tea bags. Then, in 1968, Lipton introduced its first “jigglers” television commercial. According to Peter D. Griggs, in his book Tea in Australia: A History 1788-2000, the first 60-second commercial in the series showed people in many situations jiggling their tea bag in a cup, to the tune of “Jiggle in the morning, Jiggle in the evening, “Jiggle at suppertime”. In 1971, a follow-up commercial with a new jingle, “Everybody’s jiggling”, was produced by the noted Australian film director, Fred Schepisi. It won a silver at the Australian Film Institute and Australian Academy of Cinema and Television Arts awards.

Soon other tea brands. including Australia’s own Robur, were introducing their own products. Others decided that the way to go was instant tea, tackling the growing popularity of instant coffee head-on. Bushell’s was among the major brands to launch an instant variety, spruiking it as “The dawn of a new era in tea-making”. Other instant brands on the market included Nestle’s Nestea, Cuppa and Ceytea. None succeeded, and Bushells, formerly the market leader, saw its share of the market shrink as Australia embraced the tea bag.

Liptons was acquired by Unilever in 1971 and, as a result, by 1990 Unilever had become the world’s largest tea company. In Australia, Lipton has dominated the tea market in recent times. However, in November 2021 Unilever agreed to sell its global tea business to an investment group known as CVC Capital Partners.

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Twin flames || Daemon Targaryen x Reader

A/N: Hello loves! I hope you are doing well today! I really hope you like this one as much as I did I had a lot of fun writing this. Feel free to share your thoughts of this one, all is welcome! Comment if you want to be on my taglist <3

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"I am once again offering you to join me today, my love." You said while your maids helped you put on your dress for the day. It was a gift from Daemon for your wedding anniversary, a beautiful black gown with streaks of red embroidered inside the black fabric, a row of blood rubies laid across the neckline of it, making it even more magnificent.

Daemon laid on the bed, the sheets covering his still naked body while he watches you get ready. Your husband was a man with no shame, there were moments when you disliked this about him, but it was a trait of his that you could only accept and grow to love.

"I will accept your offer if you agree to accompany me to the Dragonpit for a brief visit. Caraxes has been giving the dragonkeepers a hard time,I must take care of it myself." Daemon said. With a brief gesture of his hand the maids were dismissed, leaving the room. He stood up from the bed,the sheets uncovering his toned body as he walked your way to the mirror.

His form stood behind you as his hands fell on your waist, pressing you to his back. You could feel him get hard through the fabrics of your gown,but right now there was no time for such things.

You chuckled before speaking once again. "As much I love this, I have duties today. We must leave soon, I promised to visit one of the orphanages in Flea Bottom, I don't want to be the cause for the kids sorrow." You said as your hands pulled his away from you, turning around to look at his beautiful violet eyes.

"You are such a wonderful woman." Daemon replied before laying a soft kiss on your lips. "The way you are with these kids every time you go on a visit,they love you. All I could think about while I watch you around them is our own children one day. You will be an amazing mother to them." He added while cupping your face in his hands.

A sad smile nestled on your face. Children were a sore topic for you, five years had passed since you wedded your husband and you were yet to bless him with a child. The Old King's days were coming to an end,and his male heirs were pushed every day to father children so that when the time comes it is easier to make a choice who would inherit the Iron Throne. Daemon's brother and his wife Aemma were already expecting their first babe after being married for only two years. The sight of pregnant Aemma every day made your heart skip a beat every time. You could only pray and hope to be gifted with a child one day.

"But let's not talk of this now, wait for me to get dressed,after breakfast we will head out for our day. How does that sound?" Daemon asked, kissing your forehead sending a sense of comfort through your being.

"It sounds wonderful." You whispered, sending a smile his way.

The heavy smell of the Dragonpit reached your nose while still halfway through your journey there. You admired every dragon there,but nothing could beat the awful smell that was in the air.

Daemon's hands were around your sides as he held the reigns of his horse. Here and there he would whisper something in your ears only to hear your sweet laughter,followed by a few kisses along your neck. The people of King's Landing were surprised to see their"cruel prince" show such amount of affection towards his wife.

The gates of the building were finally in front of your eyes as they opened to welcome the Prince and his Lady wife.

"My Prince, Lady Y/N, thank Gods you are here!" One of the men who waited for your arrival at the gates said while walking towards Caraxes' lair. "For the past week or so he's been impossible to get close to. We lost two men while feeding him. His rider is our only hope left to calm him down. There is no reason for him to be as he is."

"You stay here,my love. I don't want you to get hurt." Daemon said as he saw you follow behind him. His words only made you scoff.

"I have the right to go in there as much as you do, Daemon. I want to be there, he knows my presence." You said, taking one of his hands in yours. "Nothing would happen to me, my love." You whispered,your free hand going to his face while your husband closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. His other hand fell on yours that was on his face, pulling it lower to his mouth to place a kiss on it before giving in.

"You will be the death of me,woman." He said making you smile.

The two of you then made your way towards the dragon's lair. Caraxes stood on guard,ready to attack everyone who dares step any closer than he allowed. The moment he sensed another presence in the air be sneered loudly.

"Easy boy." Daemon said as he took his steps slowly. With one hand he pulled you to stand behind him,in case something happens.

Caraxes looked at him for a moment before smoke started coming out of his nostrils. Not even Daemon could make him stop acting the way he did. He stood in front of one of the many corners of the space,as if guarding a treasure. A slight glint in the darkness caught your eye. The blood wyrm was, indeed, guarding something..

"Daemon." You whispered, pulling the back of his shirt to make him stand still. "He's protecting something. Look there." You said close to his ear. Slowly you pointed with a finger at the direction where you had caught something with your eye. Your husband's eyes slowly followed before he saw it too.

Caraxes followed the movements of your heads ,his sight falling on his so called treause he guarded with his body.

"What do you have there,big boy?" You asked as you stepped in front of Daemon,one of his hands held your ready to pull you away if the dragon reacted somehow. "Let go." You whisper-yelled, tugging your hand away from his. A quiet groan was heard from Daemon as you stepped away from him.

"I can't protect you if something happens,Y/N." He said.

"Just trust me." You answered without turning to look at him while you stepped carefully towards Caraxes.

The blood wyrm watched you get close to him with an outstretched hand, wanting to caress his scales. Surprisingly, he complied, lowering his head to the level of your hand, letting it touch his hot armor. Your husband stood at a distance, watching the interaction.

"What in the world.." Daemon whispered under his nose. Not even he knew what was happening.

What happened next surprised you even more. Caraxes' nose nuzzled against your body as he sniffed around you. His eyes lingered on you for a second longer before the huge create stepped away from the place he had stood at for the last week, devouring everyone who got close.

A gasp escaped from your mouth as you saw what he was protecting. Leaning against one another were two dragon eggs. They still had gooey substance over them from when they were laid. One of the eggs had a golden shell,that was what glistened in the distance,while the other egg was milky white with red vein-like streaks covering its shell.

You kneeled in front of the two eggs, placing your hand on them,they were warm.

"Daemon..." You called out for your husband." It's eggs he has been protecting." You said. "Two beautiful recently laid dragon eggs." You added,your voice laced with love.

"Whose eggs are those,my boy? Certainly not yours." You said, talking as if to a small child. Caraxes only tilting his head to the side before nudging his nose against you once again. The gesture made you lose your balance and fall on your backside. The dragon's head found its way over your body, like a pillow ,as he also laid down his huge body. His nose slowly started sniffing once again,this time over your stomach. Daemon watched whoemhis body filled with fear and confusion. Meanwhile a crowd had fathered in front of Caraxes' lair,all the dragonkeepers present watched a rare sight in front of them. One of the many men dared to step forward and address his Prince.

"Prince Daemon, is there...is there a possibility for your wife to be with child?" He asked.

His words reached your ears, making you freeze beneath the Red scaled creature, Daemon stiffened at the question, slowly turning around to look at the dragonkeeper.

"What are you implying,boy?" He asked with gritted teeth.

"There is this...there is this chapter in one of the many books we read through our apprenticeship, it states that a dragon may sense a shift in their rider's or their partner's body. It has only happened once, however,my Prince. The dragon Balerion was able to sense the Conqueror's firstborn child,my Prince." The man said, he then looked at his supervisor, asking for confirmation as the older man nodded in agreement.

Daemon once again turned around,his eyes falling on you as you now stood up on your feet with a teary expression. Your hands slowly moved to your stomach in a protective manner.

"Is this why you kept those eggs?" You paid no attention to your husband, your eyes once again on the dragon in front of you. Caraxes seemed way calmer now, allowing Daemon to come by your side, pulling you in his arms. You sobbed in his embrace as your hands moved to grip his leathers.

"I love you so much." You were crying with voice by now,tears falling down your face.

"My beautiful wife." Daemon whispered in your hair. His head moved to look at you better,a smile evident on his face. "I love you so much more."

You laughed through your tears at his words. Your husband's hands fell to yours that once again laid on your stomach that was yet to swell with your children.

"There are two eggs, Daemon." You were still sobbing. "Two babes."

"I know, my love, I know. However,we still need to take you to the Maester so that he could confirm this. I don't want you to suffer if it is not true." Daemon said, making you look him in the eyes. You only nodded in response but deep down you knew there was something,it just waited for the right moment to come to make an appearance.

"We'll go,today, after our visit to the orphanage." You said. "I don't want to let the children down. I promised I would visit."

"Your wish is my command,my dear wife." Daemon said before turning his head towards the dragonkeepers. "Make a fire and when it burns out lay the eggs over the embers,they need fire and warmth."

The second his words were said the men went away to prepare everything.

After the waterfall of emotion that overtook you both in the Dragonpit,you and your husband made your way to the largest orphanage in Flea Bottom. The kids there needed as much help as possible with everything you could think of. Your participation in activities like this to help the ones in need made people believe there was still hope for the future of the crown. That there was someone willing to take after their people. You grew up watching as kids your agree died of different deceases and couldn't help them. That changed after you married Daemon, one of the first things you did with your newly acquired title was to start sending any type of help towards different places where children and older people in need lived. People started to spread the word of their new princess and her big heart, coming up with the name The Mother of the Nation. King Jaehaerys was content seeing the approval from the people.

After your pregnancy was confirmed, Daemon felt even more obligated to keep you safe and your future children safe. He even started joining you more and more often to your weekly trips to the city. People spoke of the addition by the young Princess' side. Your husband was known to be a ruthless and cruel man,only knowing how to wield his sword and ride Craraxes,but deep down Daemon was a human being just as everybody else. He had feelings he only showed to his closest ones. The way he Express his emotions was different from what others would do. As time passed the people of King's Landing started looking more positively at their Prince. The children you visited loved him,they were absolutely captivated by him and his stories of his adventures and battles, sometimes they were more delighted to see him than you. It made your heart melt seeing Daemon with children, the image of him with your own that were to come appearing in your mind. As your belly grew other questions arose as well. Like the one who was going to inherit the throne after the Old King dies. Was it going to be his older brother Viserys with his babe daughter or the younger Prince whose children were yet to be born.

The eggs Caraxes protected so heavily now resided in your chambers so that when the moment comes they would be ready. Everyone was aware by now of you carrying twins. Your stomach was twice the size of Aemma's when she was pregnant with your niece- Rhaenyra. The only thing left was for them to be born.

The night two new lifes were brought to the world was also the night before another life ended. Your labors started on a cold,stormy night and continued for hours before the cries of your first child echoed around the rooms and hallways of the Red Keep. A beautiful boy wailed in his father's arms while his mother brought his sibling to the world, another silver haired beauty. The two babes cried as they were cleaned up while their parents exchanged kisses and a few tears from the thought of their new family.

Daemon was tearing up like never before while you brushed tears away from yours and his cheeks. It was hours later when Daemon's grandfather himself came to see his youngest grandson who were still nameless. Jaehaerys never thought he would see his most troublesome grandson to marry,let alone have children of his own. A few hours after his visit,the news of the King's death were announced. Before his death, the Old King left a letter containing his last words for his family. In this letter of his, Jaehaerys also named the man who was to success him. The name of Daemon Targaryen was written with letters bigger than the rest, the King's personal wax seal confirmed the authenticity of letter.

Meanwhile,you and your husband still had no idea of what was happening outside the doors of your chambers, the only thing you knew was that at this moment the throne had no King.

"Look at him, he's already so strong, gripping my finger like a wild animal." Daemon admired the strength of his younger boy while he held them in his arms. "Your name should suit your strength, my son." He added before he kissed the soft skin of his forehead.

"What about Aurion?" You asked. Daemon raised his brows at the name of the emperor of Old Valyria. "Or is it too much?" You added.

"I think it's perfect." Your husband answered,his sight now moving to the oldest of his sons who laid in your arms. "And what about his older brother?" He asked.

"I think Aegon,second of his name, suits him perfectly. Two strong boys Ned after two noble men ." You stated. Daemon cod only agree as he admired his wonderful wife and their two children.

A knock sounded from the other side of the room.

"Come in." Daemon said. The doors of your chambers opened revealing one of the members of the Small Council. Grand Maester Benifer,the one who helped bring your sons to the world just a few hours ago,stood at the entrance of your chambers.

"Grand Maester?" Daemon asked, rising from his seat next to you on the bed.

"I am carrying important news..." The old man started. "If I am allowed to speak."

"Of course,speak whatever it is." Your husband said, sending a nod in his direction.

"Mere moment before his death...the late king named his heir, in the letter he las left us it is written the name of Daemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone." Maester Benifer said as he bowed to his new king.

Daemon stood near the bed you shared, his son sleeping in his arms. The news struck him like a lightning, making him sit down in need of a moment for the words to sink in. He was named King. The babe who slept in his wife's arms was another future king,and so was the one in his.

"My love." Your voice snapped him out of his speechless state. "Are you well?"

He only nodded before he stood up once again, heading towards the two cradles placed in one of the corners of your chambers. Daemon laid his son down, pressing a soft kiss to one of his soft cheeks before making his way towards the stand where the two eggs resided for the past few months. The golden one he picked in his hands and placed in Aurion's cradle. Your older son soon followed his younger brother, laying in his crib with a dragon egg by his side.

"For you,my sons, the future of the realm." Daemon said, hovering above their cribs.

You had made your way out of bed and now stood by your husband's side. Shouts from the outside could be heard in the early hours of the day. The people of King's Landing were already aware of their new King and were now gathering outside the palace to chant his name in his honor.

"I am here for you, every second of the day and night, I love you." You said, kissing his cheek softly.

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"You have given me two strong and healthy sons, you have been by my side when no one else was,not even my brother. I will make you the happiest woman in all of Westeros, my Queen." Daemon said as his hands cupped your face, followed by a passionate kiss that could speak a thousand words. That day the reign of Daemon, the first of his name, began, follow by heirs for many years forward.

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