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What Kind of Tragedy Are You? self-inflicted
you were given the choice to live , a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it . not intentionally , oh no, you didnât know it was a grave you were digging . but with every turn , you were twisting the knife deeper . every decision doomed you more . had it been anyone else , they would have made it . but you ?? you are so perfectly you , there was no escaping it . the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.
tagged by : @mischiefmodig (tyty!!)
#⊠{ hc. }#⊠{ ooc. }#ok but this is actually exactly how i write rhea/seiros... she has suffered many external tragedies...#but she choses to position herself in a continuous cycle of tragedy simply for her own convictions to stand in for sothis#her faith literally digs her into a place where... she's failed to really live for years and years for sothis to make it all worth it#to make all the time and life she's sacrified woth it and she'll be truly relieved of the duty she's given HERSELF#rhea did this all to herself#it appeared as salvation and hope but it really was a grave#she lost so many people along her way and made so many poor decisions out of conviction that sothis would return and save them all#she will even deny her own happiness in pursuit of a greater ... theoretical one#and it all is set in motion... with seiros. seiros is the beginning of a path towards the archbishop we have in game.#im!!! ok ok im loving this
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I would like to add something to the previous ask: in all non cf routes one of billyâs primary motivators is finding rhea and bringing her back home safely. They also get knocked out because they tried to help her during the monastery siege. I quite like them outside of their self insert aspect and i agree that barring it, their relationship with rhea is a highlight as they obviously care a great deal for each other, s support or not.
Yep!
Which is why Billy fails at a self-insert - even when their character was nuked to make Tru Piss feasible - because Billy likes that place with weirdos that is supposed to be a school, where people ask them if they're alright, take time to talk to them and where they aren't sitting in silence, eating on their own while people mumble about they don't seem to be human, call them by a nickname they don't like and where they're not even sure they are appreciated by Jerry.
Despite the 526 red herrings about "Rhea Sus" and the general "Church BaD" - both to make Tru Piss an option and to justify taking Rhea out of the picture so they player's self-insert can become the most powerful and important person on the continent without any equals/rivals (especially in SS) - Billy likes to hang out with Rhea. And I find it hilarious that Billy doesn't listen to Jerry - who warns them to be distant with Rhea - and A supports her during the pre TS, being the only unit who can be A supported during the Pre TS!
Billy wants to get to know their lizard fam - and spend time with their newfound fam made by all those randoms in the monastery!
And in games where Tru Piss doesn't exist and there's no need to uwu... yeah, Billy can freely spend time with her, mention how they'd like to have the rest of the family join them for the next summer banner, etc etc.
#anon#replies#Billy stuff#they also saw Rhea going all Gandalf to save everyone's asses#and since Billy isn't a dastard they don't want her to sacrifice herself for everyone's sake#they know Rhea's not going to be tickled for 5 years#we're talking about the people who killed Jerry and now they target and capture Rhea#poor Billy they must think the Empire has something against their fam lol#but of course we have the uwu 'i don't want to kill her uwu'#ffs Leonie is angrier about Jerry than Billy who was sad killed a clown and called it a day#there's no anger nor 'why jerry had to die why did you do this' no nothing#just ' i don't wanna kill supreme leader uwu' and 'must we kill her uwu'#but when rhea asks if she's wrong to be happy to have survived they have no words just like when she wonders if the war started bcs of her#hopefully FEH dgaf about Supreme Leader since her own units can sell themselves#without needing to bring down anyone else#unlike the Fodlan games
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A summary of my tav/durges
Rhea: Druid hippie, certified monster fucker (tav)
Sylonna: Cannibal with conflicted morals, trying to appease/please everyone because they crave love and attention. (Resist!durge)
(Current evil!durge) Drako: Murderous puppy. (He was supposed to be the super evil one. This mofo surprised me by acting smarter about his propensity to want to murder everyone.)
#bg3#the rgove raid in act was drakos big coming out party as a fucking evil being#he's been keeping it secret and even successfully got rid of poor alfiras body#does not help that he was gugu gaga over minthy#love at first sight#syl is such a weirdo and went thru quite the journey trying to gain herself back#and rhea she well had quite the wild ride#two of her sexy encoubter were dubious in nature#one more so than the other#and out of all my characters she is the one that came out of the whole experience traumatized#she did not want to kill the goblins#she woshed the emperor trusted her and has mixed feelings about their night together#harleep left rheir mark on her and all for the sake of the mission#the whole iron throne mission and being unable to get everyone out#accidentally yeeting a gnome#allowing orpheus to sacrifice himself because she was unwilling to do so or let anyone in her team do it after all the bs they went thru#shes angry at emp for abandoning them a d changing side because the fucker refused to trust her
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â Like real people do â
Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader
summary: The reader is Aemondâs new bride, a match fixed some time before Viserysâs death. Daemonâs daughter through Lady Royce navigates through a difficult now into a new chapter of being married to the one eyed prince, council and war.
warnings: daemon being an awful dad, Lukeâs death, attachment issues, angst, slow burn, arranged marriage
word count: 5.1k
Part 1. Part 2
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Worlds changed, dragons spew fire, flowers burnt and flowers bloomed, children born and doomed. Y/n, Daemon Targerynâs first born through Lady Rhea Royce. A child he had despised ever since her birth, just an extension for his hatred towards Lady Royce in the first place. He could never stand her, having been forced to his duties he hated her even more. He was never around for the aftermath of anything, the rogue prince who knew no bounds. The child wasnât even half a year old when he mercilessly put an end to Lady Royce. The âaccidentâ left the child at the kindness of pitiful wet nurses and the castle staff.
King Viserys however couldnât stand such tragedy over and over, he generally refrained from interfering his brotherâs life. He did regret his decision of marrying daemon to someone against his will but he could not have anticipated such a harsh counter reaction via Daemon. Especially after the babe, Viserys thought the child could perhaps soften the coldness of their relations but it only got worse. The king wished to seek some atonement at least for the sake of the child. Y/n, the princess, away at the grasslands of Runestone. He arranged for her to live at the red keep, a motherless child with an absent father would do better within her present family. The Kingâs children through alicent were mere babies themselves. The maids, the kind Queen herself, would do well to look after the infant. After all the red keep was her house just as much as it was Daemonâs despite his grievance towards it. Her dragon too was well looked after through the keeps instead of Runestone staff. Her dragon was just a hatchling as y/n too was a baby herself.
Alicent, younger at the time. The keepâs staff, mastered in squalling babies and fussy infants. Y/n wasnât a bother at all. Not that she were to remember but Queen alicent was kinder to her than the fates had been, she nursed her like one of her own. Such fondness and softness towards daughters, it was nice enough. At least for a while. Y/n was six by the time daemon had come for Rhaenyraâs wedding, then off with Laena. No familiarity between the six year old y/n and her father. Too young to understand her family setting and Daemon still rancour.
Daemon had two daughters with the driftmark princess, viserys deemed him capable enough to raise y/n then. He decided to send little y/n back to her father, viserys wanted his brother to accept his daughter. Alicent had a smaller voice at that time yet she tried to reason with her husband to let y/n be at the keep. Daemon had to accept his brotherâs whim anyways so he did. Viserys was as relieved as Alicent was anxious that y/n was in Pentos. King made the decision in good faith, if only he put a bit more distrust in daemon than he did trust. Daemon was still the same, y/n, still a child and he did nothing to make her feel included or at home. She learnt to keep to herself how she had seen Haelena do. Still quite young to comprehend where all such distaste came from, all these different people, different land. She longed to call a place home, her memories of the red keep, Alicent, the others it kept fading because she was but a baby back then. Her father wouldnât teach y/n how to ride on dragon back how he did with her half sisters. But y/n had taught it to herself. Watching she learnt, she didnât have to be told explicitly what to do. She fell a lot, on her face and back but she learnt anyways.
As years passed nothing changed between y/n and her father, her half sisters were company enough time to time but she was always in their orbit and not as close. All until Driftmark, they lost lady Laena. Y/n was in her early teens and she tried to be there for Baela and Rhaena. She stood by their side through their motherâs funeral. She understood the gravity of such tragedy, she lived with that grief all her life for her mother who was a stranger she never even met. But she mourned her longer than sheâd known her.
Reunited with Alicent, gaining a distasteful look from Daemon. âYouâve grown so muchâ Alicent remarked as she pulled the girl into her embrace. Both of them looked so much different from when they last met each other. The girl had distant memory of the queen but her warmth was nicer than she had known anyone elseâs. Despite the occasion alicent was brought some peace of mind seeing Y/n, she didnât look her best but at least not the worst. She didnât have to ask y/n to know if Daemon spoke to her, if she felt at home. She reintroduced y/n to her children, some of them y/n didnât even remember through faces if not for name.
âShe was such a small babe.â Helaena commented as she greeted the young girl. It had been years since Helaena had seen her. Aegon and Aemond just stood with disinterest, Aemond trying to mask it otherwise regardless.
After the tragedy that was which followed Laenaâs death upon the nightfall of her funeral. Aemondâs eye was taken and it was a rather gruesome unfolding. A night which left a permanent distance between families. A mark which shaped Aemond for years to come.
As the years followed, dragonstone proved to be just as dreary and awfully lonely for y/n. None of her half siblings were her own or ever treated her as such, unsolicited kindness was all she would get here and there and she had accepted surviving it. Thinking of lives far away, a place where life would begin. But it was perhaps never. As King Viserysâs health worsened the queen and hand took matters into their own hands bit by bit.
The queen, declared that it is but the kingâs wish for Aemond to be married with y/n, Daemonâs firstborn. Viserys was asked about it, surely, his decision was firm and wearily elated about the marriage so what does it matter who pitched the thought as long as the king agreed. Aemond was agitated. He did not want it, at all. For the ever present and abiding Aemond he had a rift with the thought of marriage to y/n. But he kept his shortcomings to himself.
Even more so mortified was y/n, she didnât remember how exactly was her childhood at the red keep but she did recall that ever since driftmark, that family would surely not have a soft heart for her. âFather please donât-please donât make me do thisâ she pleaded Daemon.
âIt is the King, my brotherâs wish.â Daemon said in a disregard of her wish, surprisingly he was fine with his brotherâs second hand wish too. Daemon was aware that the Hightower queen and Otto is who pulled all the strings and his brother was a bed ridden king but this was a decision in his favour as long as he could be rid of y/n.
âYou cannot marry me off like this!â She exclaimed, for someone who rarely expressed thoughts to daemon. Something she learnt in all those years with being met with cold shoulder all of life, she had to fight for her life as of now. âNot to Aemond, please father please, I do not know any of them-â
âYou do. You have spent most of your childhood at the hip of that Hightower queen you will be just fine.â Daemon scoffed with a bit of condescension in his voice. Indifference as he referred to Alicent.
âI do not remember themâ y/n tried to reason, any wet nurse could show sympathy to a high born motherless child she did not account to be in a marriage with that sympathy at this stage in her life. âThey are complete strangers, father, please I will stay wherever you ask please donât marry me off!â
âYou are of age, y/n. This is a fitting decision for you!â He exclaimed with growing irritation at this conversation, daemon never paid mind to her moreover chose not to and hence he had expected her to show nothing but compliance.
âFor me or for you?â She asked with a bitter huff looking away from her father already losing hope in this conversation, she couldnât stomach this decision without letting him know her repulsion of it. âYou are so eager to wash your hands off of me as if I have ever wronged you, all my life, Iâve never asked for anything-â
âHavenât you?!â Daemon said loudly, his rage visible in his tone âThe fact that you exist is asking too much of me as it is. You are an awful reminder and a mistake. I have been subjected to duty and honour and it is only fair if you are too. It is your duty, if not to me then to the King.â With that the door was slammed as the rogue prince walked out, an ironic vision of her life.
A bitter goodbye and an uncertain life with little to no hope y/n was set for the red keep, glancing back at dragonstone for one last time. She didnât know if she held any homely softness for that place in her heart but she presumed the life which awaited her would be more dreary than the stone.
The wedding was an intimate affair, a small ceremony but still a lot of strangers y/n had never seen. Daemon refrained from attending but it was no surprise. She was met with warmth and affection from her mother in law and her family but not her husband to be, they were all a strange set of people down here in the south from the maids to the king himself who didnât even sit on the throne yet made decisions.
Even the most beautiful flowers would wither away at the heavy heart of the new bride of new title, the princess. She couldnât stand her person she was becoming or moreover the mere idea of what she had to be. Aemond wouldnât even share the same bad as her, almost every night for the first week. Heâd rather sleep on the sofa or some nights heâd just never return from wherever he wandered off to.
Barely getting the grasp of it, small domestic solaces just everytime she was with Halena and her mother in law, tending to her niece and nephew. The only time she felt less alone but she was familiar with the loneliness, that wasnât the problem. It was the nerve wrecking confusion and uncertainty that followed after, eating her alive every night that she would lay. Within strangers now, she felt a stranger to herself too.
Days passed, circumstances arose: the king fell. Aegon was declared the king, a restless unease of an upcoming war. The handâs very first decision was passing daemonâs seat on the council to y/n. âWhat?â She asked wide eyed as the hand and queen pitched it to her. âWhy, me? Iâm not even that learnedâŠâ she trailed off.
âYou spend most of your time in the library, you happen to have a knack for reading. Iâm assuming you can write too?â Otto questioned, if more number of people on the council were his own to mould and speak for the rule would be so much easier.
âYes but just letters and scrolls..â she trailed off with a sigh, it was rather strange they would approach her for something as important as the council in the first place.
âWe need sharp mind of a soft heart on the council.â Alicent said as she caressed her daughter in lawâs cheek, with a smile to put some confidence in her. Despite her fatherâs motives of having y/n on the council, Alicent believed y/n would prove to be rather fruitful and genuine.
âIt is also your birthright, through your fatherâs seat on King Viserysâs council. It is only right if you were to be a part of it.â Otto added in an encouraging manner. The pieces were being set already, as the blacks were processing their own steps.
They had Aemond set to go meet lord Dorros the very next morrow, with a bribe of the crownâs coin and loyalty. The forces set, Aegonâs coronation done. Just one last afternoon council left. Aegon, riding the high of his coronation wasnât present in this one.
Everyone took their respective seats, it was an eventful morningâs slow afternoon. The coronation was as eventful as it was unpleasant with the beast beneath the boards. Sending out scrolls to other lords, the council discussed it. Y/n didnât say anything, just listening. Writing out the needed scrolls, Alicent quietly remarked her beautiful hand at the words.
The door slammed open as Aemond entered, he was enraged at his wifeâs seat on the council. âAemond.â Alicent said as the room stiffened.
âWhat is this?â He asked with as his brows furrowed, he felt very wronged and partially frustrated that his lady wife had a seat on the council above him.
âItâs a meeting.â Otto declared as he looked back from the board back to Aemond, âNot yet done, what is your business here?â
âWhat is she doing here?â Aemond inquired as he leant over a chair, more belonging in this room than anyone else. Especially his wife, he thought to himself the other members with an awkward look on their face.
âShe has a seat extended on the kingâs council after her own father, daemon.â Otto filled him in on the subject, visibly disinterested.
âDaemonâs claim on the council died with my fatherâs death. She holds no such extension.â Aemond reasoned calmly, very much opposed to the irritation rising inside him.
âIâm still a hand to the king arenât I? Your mother is on the council. Lord Tyland-â Otto replied back but was interrupted by Aemond midway before he made his point.
âNone of them sworn against Aegon. Daemon has called for the pretender hence his seat on this council holds no significance.â Aemond scoffed looking down at his wife who sat, scrolls lay in front of her and a pen in her hand. She felt overwhelmed with such necessary distaste, the hand to the king and queen mother herself asked her to join the council yet Aemond had an issue. Itâs not as if she were to act against the interest of the crown or make big decisions to begin with.
âShe is the princess. Your lawfully wedded wife, in the eyes of the gods and all the members of this very council and more. Despite Daemonâs treachery and your incoherent jealousy she belongs here.â Otto said breaking Aemondâs mouth, he knew which nerve to exactly hit. Saying Aemond was jealous, of his lady wifeâs seat in front of everyone. It was enough to send him seething back and he was right. With a huff as he stared down at y/n, he turned to his heel at left.
Everyone had their accustomed part with a potential war brewing. Aemond had to leave to meet lord borros next morning. Y/n assumed he would be calculating and supposedly busy with his task at hand yet he found time to cause a scene at the council. Y/n knew that nobody on the council saw her as a threat because they all knew of daemonâs indifference for her. The black sheep. In truth she didnât owe her father any loyalty either so their calculations were correct, her husband however.
She planned to avoid him regardless, spending the rest of the day with the twins, Helaena talking her ear off about her fixated spider and y/n loved that too. Jaehaera was playing with y/nâs hair, adding her toys into it making improper braids. Jahaerys running in circles and hoarding his toys in y/nâs lap as she enjoyed a conversation with their mother.
Alicent walked in, for a moment just taking in the domesticity of the scene. The serenity, the girls laughing. It was rather rare before y/n to see Helaena at peace like this. She entered with a soft knock greeting everyone and she took a seat next to y/n, âChildren you must retire your auntie now, itâs rather late!â
âItâs alright mother, itâs not that late.â protested, Haelena she enjoyed y/nâs company as much as the whining children, Jaehaera caged y/n in her tiny arms from her back to not let her go. However through alicentâs hesitant eyes y/n realised she must have some sort of business to discuss.
âForgive me my loves I am growing a bit tiredâŠbut Iâm not going anywhere Iâd be back soon enough!â She said with a sigh as she kissed the twins goodbye, both of them a bit protestant but let her go eventually. âGood evening, Helaena.â She smiled and bid her goodbye as well and exited with her mother in law.
After they were out in the hallway, secluded of other ears Alicent proceeded âAre you alright?â
âYes, your graceâ y/n replied with a non hesitant nod, in an instant with a smile confused why would that question come up.
âMother.â She corrected her stopping on her way to turn to face her.
â-Mother.â Y/n said with a soft smile rephrasing her title.
âAfterâŠtodayâs council. You have been avoiding Aemond?â She asked searching for y/nâs dreary eyes.
âNo-that is not the caseâ y/n shook her head trying to formulate a better answer given she hadnât asked that question to herself. Because in a sense she was avoiding Aemond. âIââ she breathed âI am rather anxious.â
âOf what? Does he speak to you in an ill manner? Do you wish for me to talk to him?â Alicent inquired concerned for her hesitation of Aemondâs lashing out or whatever it was she was trying to avoid.
âNo-no itâs not thatâŠI just feel guilty. He wants an authority, his opinion to be heard at council level and I get that place before him, weâre not at the best terms to begin with and now he must be cross with meâ Y/n explained her worry with a sigh.
âAnd? It is your right, y/n.â Alicent said as she took her hand into hers in an affirming way, âyou must never feel guilty for claims that are solely yours.â She explained, âas of Aemond, he can be difficult sometimes, but I assure you he isnât malevolent. He loves you.â
The Queen motherâs assurance felt it came from a place of gentle constitution and the motherly naĂŻvetĂ© of overlooking some things but y/n was more than aware that Aemond did anything but love her. She was familiar with lack of warmth, affection, just so far from it she could almost find strange ways to dwell in it. It was an emotion she knew for so long, from her fatherâs house to her husbandâs, bricks of her old life and no love.
But she did not tell alicent of her wearies, after all she did not worry about it she was at terms with it. But she was worried meeting Aemond, as of now, she walked the hallway to their shared bedchamber with heavy breaths. Aemond was looking out the giant window, he had a journey to make the next morning to the baratheons yet he wasnât resting or preparing. Much to y/nâs demise she hoped heâd be off somewhere else. She closed the door behind her as she entered, Aemond never talked to her generally. She never spoke unless spoken to but today silence weighed heavy between the two of them.
âThe meeting ran late did it?â Aemond asked without looking back at her, he could tell from the soft stride who entered their chambers.
âNo, I was with HelaenaâŠâ She trailed off growing strangely anxious because she felt answerable to him. As if it would compensate him and that was her burden to bear. âThe meeting was rather trivialâ
âWas it now?â He scoffed in a bigger way and turned to face her, âYou must have provided the trivial meeting with your other worldly wit and understanding of warfare.â
âAemondâ she said taking in a sharp breath, meaning to tread carefully âI know you are upset. Believe me I did not know beforehand of the planning nor was it offered to me, the hand-queen mother they deemed it as my duty and right and I did not have other choice otherwise I wouldâve asked youâŠâ
âAsked me what?â Aemond interrogated crossing his arms as he leant against the stone pillar, her feigning nonchalance and false sympathy irritated him to no end.
âTo take my placeâ she answered. She meant it in a genuine sense because she did not hold the same passion or want for a seat on the Kingâs council the way Aemond did. It was far from her. âIâd rather you take my place, I have no wish for authority on the council. I could ask the hand to-â
âYou truly are the imbecile I presumed you to be.â He said assertively as he stiffened, his shoulders tight. âAre you that naive? Do you think I would need your help to put myself on the council? Yours?â He said as he huffed, berating her was his intention. Y/n remained silent, unmoving in her place no matter however she tried and help him or soften the rift in their marriage he was always imbecile from it. In the meantime he walked a bit closer to her, towering over her given his taller stature he leant forward by a bit to make himself appear intimidating.
âMy apologies then.â She muttered lowering her gaze from his because she felt rather scrutinised by him as if she was at fault for something, as if she had wronged him. âExcuse meâ she said before he could reply and attempted to retreat away to the adjoint bathroom. Wait out him falling asleep or leaving. The newlywed with their peculiar marriage of indifference.
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Aemomdâs return from his errand with the Baratheon lord contained of a difficult detour nobody had anticipated. Rather difficult, to navigate such a blow through warfare. The council, y/n merely heard and spoke four sentences on an average, was shocked. No idea of action status not war treading. Circumstance heavy on everyone. Shame and disregard.
Sitting by the burning lamp, late evening, the scrolls and letters were to be written with such urgency after what happened with lucerys y/n had to take it to her own desk. Too busy with the works she barely processed the loss yet, she did not know Lucerys as a brother but an acquaintance who was rather kind to her all those years.
She barely looked up when the door opened, only when Aemond drew closer. Rather too close to her desk, he leant on the table where she was writing. Close to where she was sitting he breathed heavily. Putting the pen down and the scroll aside y/n looked up at him. âWhat did the king say?â
âThe king?â Aemond repeated with a small laugh, he was still getting used to the new titles but referring those even behind closed doors was somewhat strange. âAegon, he is not the most serious about it. Collateral damage he said.â Aemond repeated the words, he was never fond of the bastard himself but he never planned to take such drastic step. âGrand sire had a lot to say and mother, she is disappointed. Perhaps everyone is disappointed?â He asked emphasising âeveryoneâ referring to her. He did not know of his lady wifeâs connection with the Strong boy but his own mother had a dislike for him and yet she was disappointed.
âI donât know warfare as good as the lot of you, butâ she nodded to his previous implication of being disappointed in a way, such loss must be difficult to stomach for those really close. âIt is a lotâŠâ
âDo you grieve him?â Aemond asked, his tone non threatening nor interrogative, subtly calm.
Pausing y/n thought about it for a moment, she was quick to side with the handâs cold and calculative decisions as her mother in law suggested writing Rhaenyra letters instead, y/n herself weighed heavy on practicality as if grief was non existent. In a way it was. âI donât knowâ she said puzzled âWe were never close but he was kind to me, not all of them and not everytime but whenever he could beâŠâ she trailed off. âHe was easily anxious about a lot of things, scared.â Last time she had seen him it was the dinner for King Viserys upon the discussion to heir of driftmark. The scene that followed that dinner was distant in y/nâs mind until now. The same inferior fright was in Lukeâs eyes that day.
Aemond did not say anything, her words made him feel guilty even more so but he would never display to anyone. He fought for his life debating to the council, to grandsire that it was an accident however not enough for him to take accountability of it as if he had done something wrong. He knew he had, but he did not show it. He could not. It did not come from a place of sympathy nor altruistic intentions but an ambush of unsolicited guilt. âIs it true?â She asked him.
âWhat is?â He replied as her voice pulled him out of his thought and his gaze met hers, she still sat on the desk the soft orange hue of the lantern on her face.
âYou hold no regret?â She asked him referring to the conversation he had with the council when he was confronted about what happened. He did not owe his truthfulness to anyone, especially not the council.
The heavy silence between the two of them told her more than his words could, her eyes softened as he pondered his unsaid exoneration. Nobody would believe him but she might just, âI did not mean for that to happen, nor did I plan it.â
There was a crack in his demeanour, very different from how he presented himself back in front of everyone else about the the whole ordeal. Accountability seeping in and he should know, âActing bigger than the situation wonât provide you with the atonement you are looking for.â She told him, forgetting herself when he asked for her advice and she assumed in such delicate state of mind he would rather lash out than listen but he did not. He was present, here to listen. To her? So far he had made it so very clear that he held no regard for her whatsoever.
âI am not looking for atonement.â He said more to himself than to her in a gentle tone and a hint of lostness in his expression. He longed for something, some consolation of some kind but he did not know exactly what and he felt restless with heavy emotions.
âYou are.â She answered for the question he did not ask out loud, however the epiphany of it was not lost on him as he looked at her like an open wound. He did not protest her because she was right, she held the answers to herself. She could think for him despite of what he did and it unsettled him in some way because he had never felt such softness of anyone else. To know that he had done something he would have to seek atonement for andâŠhold regard for him still?
âDo you see me differently then?â He asked, small fright creeping him on the inside if she affirmed his answer.
âNoâ she replied without hesitation nor enthusiasm, she did see him less ruthless and uncaring than she had previously known him to be but she did not tell him that in this state of mind of his. However the heavy silence and the remorseful tension was too much to bear. She stood up from her chair seemingly to leave and attend some other task, just then realising he stood rather close. Before she could attempt to move away he stopped her. Holding her by her wrist he pulled her close but he was already close enough, the distance shortening this small for the first time since their wedding.
âDo you truly, not see differently?â He asked again with searching eyes. He couldnât do with her short no however affirming as it was it wasnât absorbing. It did not feed to his shame and guilt.
Y/n did not know how to soothe his wearies, she never thought her perception would matter to him at all. The walls within their marriage came crumbling down as he held her wrist it seemed, she wasnât going away yet he kept a hold of her. To ground himself more than her. After staring into his eye for what seemed like an eternity she simply pulled him into her embrace, in a tight embrace. Her arms holding his broad stature the best they could, raising on her toes to bring him as close as she could.
Aemond was stunned to say, for a moment. He could not fathom she would want to tread so gently with him after what he had done he did not expect such, such softness. As he enlaced his arms around her waist, hugging her back as he raised her closer to him. His person. He had never felt such warmth and love of hands that would show soft affection even after knowing his ugly work, he was met with her comfort when he deserved retribution. It nestled his spirit in a serene place, he worried the place would vanish if he let go off her so he didnât. He kept holding her close to him, closer of it was possible as he buried his face by the crook of her neck.
After a while she pulled away but not entirely, resting her temple against his. His soft breath on her as she sighed closing her eyes. He followed to, until he met her gaze again. His impulse wanted to touch her face to make sure she was real, that this moment was. So he did. Fixing the loose strand of her hair behind her ear he cupped her face. She did not move away, heart racing in such gentle exchange between the two of them. It was a first and he did not want her to extend her boundaries for his sake but he could not stop himself, he brushed his lips against her.
Indulging in a passionate kiss, holding her face in his hands as if she was made of porcelain. It was the first time somebody had held y/n with such fragility. Such affection was very foreign to her all her life, even the kiss on their wedding day felt forced and ceremonial. But this felt real, it was. She kissed him back and held him close, standing in the light of a desk lantern, the moonlight seeping in and lovers who might just be alright.
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Aemond Targaryen - The Forgotten Princess
Summary -Â Abandoned and exploited by those who promised her safety, she finds herself thrust into a brothel where her lineage becomes a lucrative spectacle. The prince offers her a way out but his intentions blur the lines between salvation and manipulation.
Pairing -Â Aemond Targaryen x Targ/Royce reader
Warnings -Â Strong language
Word count - 2212
Masterlist for Aemond âą House of the Dragon General Masterlist
It was certainly true that wealthy men would pay handsomely for the chance to fuck a woman with silver hair.
I was discovered on the streets at a young age. Although I knew my parentage, it did me no good.Â
Petyr, the brothel owner who found me, took me in under false pretences. His deceitful smile and hollow promises of a safe haven were all part of his scheme.
From the moment he took me in, he was playing the long game, waiting for me to grow into a young woman ripe for exploitation.
The decision to put me to work was sparked by one of the brothel's regular patrons who casually remarked, "pay double the coin to fuck the silver-haired one."
"She ain't for sale... yet," Petyr grunted, his slender fingers methodically counting the coins from the patron's pouch.Â
I swept the floor in the background, my eyes glued to the wooden boards as I tried to drown out the sounds around me.
The brothel reeked of stale oils and despair. Dim lanterns flickered, casting long, ominous shadows on the worn wooden floors. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desperation, making it hard to breathe.Â
Through a cracked window, I could see the faint glow of the city lights, a cruel reminder of the world just beyond my reach.
"Who's bastard is she?" the man asked, his curiosity piqued.
"The rogue prince and his first lady wife, Rhea Royce," Petyr answered, his eyes flickering towards me.
"That makes her legitimate. Ain't he kill her, though?" the man pressed further.
"Exactly. That's why his firstborn daughter works as a maid in a brothel instead of living as a coddled princess," Petyr retorted, tossing the man his change with a cynical smirk.
"Put her on show and she'll double your coin in no time," the man suggested, sweeping his remaining coins into his hands before exiting the brothel.
Petyr's fingers drummed on the large wooden chest in front of him, his mind racing with schemes to benefit from me.
"Fuck it, she's old enough," he muttered to himself before striding briskly towards me.
"Oy, Silver, with me," Petyr ordered, cocking his head to the side. I stopped sweeping, hesitantly following him through the brothel towards the dreaded room I had always prayed to avoid.
"Put this on and go outside," he commanded, throwing a skimpy dress at me.
"What?" My voice cracked, eyes meeting his cold gaze. "You said I wouldn't have to," I protested, my hands trembling as the fabric slipped through my fingers.
"Times change. You're gonna go out there and earn me some good coin, understand?" His tone left no room for argument.
"Please," I whispered, looking up at him, but his expression remained unyielding.
"Go on out, princess. Don't blame me, blame your father who abandoned you," he sneered, running a hand through my silver hair.
"Don't you wish your mommy was alive now?" he taunted as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. "Hurry, before I drag you out myself," he threatened, walking out of the room.
I stood there, clutching the dress, the weight of my fate pressing down on me.Â
With a deep breath, I resigned myself to the inevitable, knowing that any resistance would only bring more suffering. The world outside that door awaited, a world that had no mercy for a girl like me.
Stepping back onto the main floor, I tried to make myself as small as possible, my hands wrapping around myself in a futile attempt to preserve what little dignity I had left.
"Gods, this was the best decision I've ever made," Petyr said, approaching me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Only been a couple of minutes, and Prince Aemond himself has requested you."Â
He roughly pulled my arms to my sides, exposing me fully to the room.
"Do exactly what he says and do not protest," he warned, grabbing my arm and forcing me to look up at him by clutching my face.Â
"For fuck's sake, stop crying. No one wants to see that," he continued, harshly wiping my tears away as I squinted against his rough touch.
He shoved me towards the curtain-covered room, the one reserved for the wealthiest and most merciless guests.
"Oh, my darling," Sylvi said, pushing through the curtain.Â
She gently grasped my face in her hands, a contrast to Petyr's roughness. She had always been kind to me, almost like a mother, but even she knew my fate was inevitable.
"I don't want to," I whispered, my voice trembling. Her eyes softened as she pulled me into a quick embrace.
"I know, sweet girl," she said, pulling away. "He isn't the worst of them," she added, glancing towards the figure behind the curtain.Â
"It is uncommon for him to request someone, though. Perhaps he will be... tolerable," she whispered, trying to offer some semblance of comfort.
Taking a deep breath, I watched her finally leave, ushering me through the thin curtain.
There he sat, seemingly uninterested until I entered. My breath hitched in my throat as his gaze fell upon me, studying me intently.
"I have not seen you before," he remarked, leaning back as I stood frozen in the corner.
"It is my first day," I choked out, readjusting my dress nervously.
"It is uncommon to see someone like you working in these particular streets," he said, his stare lingering on my silver hair.
I remained silent, unsure of what to say, my eyes fixed on the floor.
"What of your parentage?" he asked.Â
My eyes flickered up to meet his, hesitation and fear warring within me. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it again, unsure of how to answer. His lips curled into a knowing grin.
"Do not fret, I already know," he said, piecing it together. "Perhaps the fact that my uncle remains in Dragonstone with his third wife explains why you are left alone here," he mused, his mind working through the implications.
I stood there, silent and trembling, as he continued to study me, the weight of my situation pressing down on me like a crushing burden.
"A forgotten princess cast aside and hidden away in a brothel. How poetic," he mused, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Despite my whole body protesting, a lone tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. He stopped speaking, his expression shifting to one of confusion.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. In his mind, he thought I had chosen this life, that I was here of my own volition.
"I don't want to be here. I don't want to do this. This is not what he promised. He swore I would never be touched if I went with him," I rushed out desperately, my voice trembling with fear and frustration.Â
"He swore that I would be offered a quiet life," I continued, my words tumbling out in a frantic plea for understanding.
As the tears continued to roll down my cheeks, the strain on my face laid bare the turmoil within me. My raw vulnerability seemed to agitate him. His initial curiosity shifted into something more complex, a mix of frustration and protectiveness.
The reason he had requested me was clear and simple in his mind, I was the most breathtaking person he had ever seen, an image of beauty and trepidation combined.Â
My regal demeanour, even in such dire circumstances, made him wonder if the gods were toying with his emotions.
A feeling of protectiveness overcame him, a disparity to the initial detachment. He stood up abruptly, the sudden movement making me step back involuntarily, trying to decipher his intentions.
"Are you telling me that you were brought here against your will?" he asked, his voice now edged with cold fury.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I was promised safety, not this. He lied to me."
He took a deep breath, his demeanour darkening as he processed my words. The softening in his gaze was replaced by a cold, steely resolve.Â
"Please, my prince," I whispered, my voice pleading. "Get me out of here. I will go far away."
Aemond's eyes darkened, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "But it amuses me to see Daemon Targaryen's daughter working as a brothel whore," he said, his words dripping with malice.
My heart sank, and my mind raced, thinking he was as cruel as Petyr. I could hardly breathe, my hope slipping away but then, something in his gaze shifted, a flicker of conflict.Â
His smirk faltered, and he looked away as if struggling with his own emotions.
Aemond's mind raced. He had sought me out for revenge, to toy with Daemon's bloodline, but now, as he looked at me, trembling and vulnerable, something shifted within him. His resolve wavered, torn between the cruelty that had driven him here and a burgeoning sense of protectiveness.
"You truly wish to leave?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the cold facade cracking ever so slightly.
"Yes," I said, desperation lacing my words. "I never wanted this life. Please, just let me go."
For a moment, he was silent, his eyes locked onto mine. I saw the struggle within him, the pull between his desire for wicked satisfaction and a burgeoning sense of clemency.Â
Finally, he exhaled heavily, the rigidity in his posture easing.
"Very well," he said, his voice now softer, though still imbued with an air of command.
"You come with me," he continued, his tone firm but not unkind. My face fell as I absorbed his words. "To the keep," he added, clarifying.
I hesitated, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. "I do not think that wise, my prince," I said, my voice trembling slightly as uncertainty clouded my judgment.
Aemond's gaze hardened once more, a steely resolve underlying his words. "You come with me, or you stay here surrounded by men who would leap at the chance to bed a Targaryen princess."
His words struck a nerve, and I couldn't hide my distress. "You do not want me, you want the chance to spite your uncle, my father," I said, my voice laced with fear.
Aemond's lips curled into a wry smile as he stepped closer, his presence imposing. He trailed a finger down my cheek, his touch both unsettling and oddly intimate.Â
"You, my darling, have no idea what I want," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of something inscrutable.
The warmth of his touch contrasted sharply with the coldness of his earlier demeanour, and I found myself momentarily disarmed. His smile, though enigmatic, was not devoid of genuine emotion.Â
There was a flicker of something, perhaps concern or even affection beneath his icy exterior.
His voice dropped to a softer, more contemplative tone. "What I want is more complicated than mere revenge. It involves a sense of justice, and... perhaps something more personal."
He studied me with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the facade I had been maintaining. "But if you refuse my offer, you condemn yourself to a fate far worse than anything I could impose. You will remain here, at the mercy of those who see you as nothing more than a prize to be won."
I swallowed hard, grappling with the implications of his words. His offer was a double-edged sword, an escape from immediate danger but also a step into a world I was not sure I was ready to face.
Finally, I nodded, my resolve solidifying in the face of his undeniable determination. "I will come with you," I said, my voice steadying as I accepted the offer that both terrified and relieved me.
Aemond's expression softened slightly, though his demeanour remained commanding. "Good. Then let us leave this place. We have much to discuss."
As he turned to lead me out, I hesitated, my mind racing with unspoken fears. The weight of the decision I had made began to settle heavily on my shoulders.Â
"What will you do with me?" I asked the question clawing at my insides and pushing its way to the forefront of my mind, despite the dread of the potential answers.
Aemond glanced back at me, a cold, calculating gleam in his eye. "Nothing you will not ask for," he replied simply.
His words, intended to reassure, did little to calm my nerves. His tone carried an undercurrent that seemed almost challenging, as though he was daring me to confront him, to question the true nature of his intentions.Â
The statement implied a complex power dynamic, suggesting that while he would not force me into anything, the boundaries of what I might ask or desire were far from clear.Â
"You speak in riddles," I said, trying to mask my unease. "What exactly do you mean by that?"
Aemond smiled one that spoke of a deeper understanding, and perhaps, a touch of arrogance. "It means that while I will not impose myself upon you, you will find it difficult to remain distant. There is a fascinating pull between us, one that neither of us can easily ignore."
His words were both a promise and a challenge, hinting at a future where the lines of power and desire would be blurred.Â
He was making it clear that while he would not force me into anything, the dynamic between us would be complex, and I would be hard-pressed to stay unaffected by his presence.
I couldn't tell if I was stepping out of one nightmare and into another.Â
A/n -Â Darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream x
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Champions Rules
R. Ripley x fem!reader
cw: smut, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, clit play, oral (r receiving), fingering, degradation + praise, domme!rhea, mami/mommy kink, mentions of alcohol
lowercase intended / not proofread, iâm a little rusty bare with me
she did it.
i mean, you knew she would but that didnât make you any less proud. you smiled as you stared at the screen in front of you, as rhea held her title high up in the air on the biggest stage of them all.
this was a huge night for her. she opened up night one of wrestlmania with one of the best, she had her favorite band sing her out, and she won.
the look of pure happiness on her face was enough to tear up, especially when you saw her start to herself before she covered it up. you were so proud of her, she worked so hard to get here. she fucking deserved this.
she eventually made her way backstage, and when she did you ran to her, jumping in her arms and planting kisses all over her face. rheaâs arms wrapped around you with a smile as she spun you around.
âyou did it!â you squealed excitedly, smiling down at the australian.
âdid you doubt me?â she joked. not funny. ânever in a million years.â you grinned as you placed a soft kiss on her lips. âiâm so proud of you.â you whispered against her lips before pulling away.
rheaâs eyes beamed at you as she gave you a grateful smile, giving you one more kiss before putting you down.
the rest of the night was crazy. damian had the great idea of going to the nearest club for a celebration. now, you were about 3 drinks deep as you dragged your unwilling girlfriend to the dance floor. rhea had only had one, but it was strong.
âyou know i donât dance, y/n.â she slurred slightly. you gave her a small pout, and she rolled her eyes before her hands found your hips, swaying to the beat with you. you grinned, wrapping your arms over her shoulders as you got on your tiptoes to kiss her. rhea kissed back, squeezing your hips in her hands.
she danced with you for a few minutes, but when you turned to grind your ass against her front she quickly turned you around.
âi want you.â she whispered. ânot.â kiss. âhere.â kiss. you replied, kissing her between each word. rheaâs hands squeezed again as her head ducked into the crook of your neck.
âiâll take you wherever i please, and you know it.â she husked by your ear, her voice deep and her accent thick. you whined softly, tugging gently at her hair. âcanât wait to do whatever i want with you, pretty girl. my big night, you know? champions rules.â her words shot a wave a heat to your core. âtake me home, rhe.â you whispered before placing a kiss to her cheek.
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âgod, youâre so fucking beautiful.â rheaâs breath was hot against your ear as she had you pressed against the door of your hotel. âyou are.â was all you could reply, her teeth gently biting down on the skin of your neck. âyeah? you think so?â she teased as her knee spread your thighs, pushing your dress up over your hips.
âi bet if i stuck my hand inside of these cute little panties youâre wearing right now,â she snapped the band of the purple lacy material you wore just for her. âiâd find you soaked, wouldnât i?â rhea smirked as your cheeks grew pink. âhuh? answer me, baby.â
rheaâs left hand gripped your chin, making you look up at her. it was enough of a distraction for you to not notice where her right hand was heading.
âye- fuck!â you cried out as rheaâs finger pressed harshly against your throbbing clit. âsorry, what were you saying?â she teased once more.
âyou can be a real bitch sometimes.â you got out between choked moans. âoh? yeah?â rheaâs tone was mocking as she pressed harder. âyou wanna say that again, slut?â rhea growled, pinching your clit between her fingers. âfuck! i-iâm sorry, mommy.â you whimpered, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through your body.
âawh, poor baby. youâre sorry?â she cooed, using her free hand to pet your hair. you looked up at her with hooded, teary eyes. âmy pretty girl.â she smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth softly before slipping two of her fingers inside of you.
âalways so tight for me.â rhea groaned, using her thumb to play with your clit while her fingers pumped into you slowly. your cunt fluttered against her fingers when she added more pressure to your bud, and she giggled softly as she noticed. âyeah? you like that?â she asked, doing it again.
you could only nod quickly against the door as you felt your orgasm approaching. âiâm close, mommy.â you breathe out, hands gripping at her wrist. rhea doesnât say anything, she just smirks and leans in, places a rough kiss to your lips.
she moaned into your mouth when you tightened around her, pulling her deeper into your dripping cunt. âcome on baby, you can do it.â she whispered softly as she peppered kisses over your face. âbe a good girl and cum on mommyâs fingers.â
that did it. within seconds after her request your mouth fell open with a cry of her name, and your thighs squeezing around her hand. rhea talked you through it, and once you calmed down she pulled her fingers out of you. you whined softly at the emptiness, but almost immediately you were cut off by a gasp as rhea brought her fingers into her mouth to taste you.
âi want the real thing now.â she said, and before you could even comprehend her words she picked you up and walked you to the bed. she gently placed you down, stripping your dress off of you. rheaâs breath caught in her throat as she saw the matching bra she had on, but what caught her eye was the silver âRâ in the middle. you smiled sweetly at her. âlike it?â you asked hopefully.
âi love it, baby. my letter looks good on you.â she smirked before leaning to hover over you. âbut i think youâd look better with it off.â she husked before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, impressively with one hand. the moment the material was away, rheaâs lips were wrapped around your nipple.
âshit, rhe.â you sighed, tossing your head back. she hummed against you, switching to show the other one some love before slipping between your thighs. you were dripping at this point.
âall for me.â rhea moaned lowly as she licked through you. your back arched and your hips bucked against her with a cry. rheaâs arms held your hips down as she sucked your sensitive clit into her mouth. you could barely hold the noises you were making, even with a hand slapped over your mouth. you could never last long with her like this, especially if sheâs already made you cum before.
âmommy!â you whimpered as your hands tugged at her hair, pulling her closer. rhea moaned against you once more as the soft pain shot down her spine from her head. her tongue piercing rubbed against you in all the right ways, and within seconds she had you shaking. âiâm gonna cum, mami.â you got out the best you could between choked moans.
all she did was nod, and it was clear she wasnât pulling away until she was finished. it was only a couple minutes until your back arched off of the bed once more and you spilled into her mouth. rheaâs licks slowed down as she took her time to clean you up, not wasting anything.
âcould be here all day, you know?â rhea said as she kissed your thigh. your head felt fuzzy and the only things leaving your mouth were quiet whines. âalready, baby? iâm not even getting started.â rhea playfully teased as she sat up, gently running her finger through your slit once more. she rubbed slow, soft circles as she waited for you to say something.
âiâm okay, mami. mâjust sensitive.â you mumbled, squirming as she sped up a little.
âwell thatâs good, just you wait, sweetheart. mami wants you to wear her title while she fucks you.â she smirked before getting off the bed and walking over to her bag.
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a princeâs desire
so sorry if this sucks lol I just got really high and wrote this in like 2 hours lolol
pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x fem!pregnant!reader x daemon targaryen
description: after being reunited with her lover, rhaenyra takes her back to dragonstone to join her family and requests that daemon take her as a second wife. now, over a year after the wedding, rhaenyra wants nothing more than to see her wife pregnant, and daemon is more than happy to oblige.
warnings: SMUT, pregnancy, reader gets pretty depressed while she's preggo, mentions of masturbation, angst, slight canon divergence, alcohol consumption, mentions of (consensual) adultery turned polyamory, mentions of death (adult and children :((( ), polygamy, swearing, all other canon warnings (incest (i try my hardest to not lay this one on thick bc ew), violence, sexism, etc)
words: 5K
date posted: 27/03/24
previous installments: a princess's order a lady's demand
After his third marriage, Daemon Targaryen had absolutely no intentions of taking another wife. His history with married life had not necessarily been a good one; Rhea Royce had been nothing but a royal pain in his ass; Heâd been happy with Laena, though her life came to an end far too soon; He did love Rhaenyra, though ambition and pride often came between them. Mistresses, sureâDaemon was a rather insatiable man, and Rhaenyra had been almost consistently pregnant during their early years of marriage, but heâd never even once considered that he might have to stand through yet another wedding ceremony, especially one that had been arranged and encouraged by his still living wife and future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.Â
He hadnât been at all surprised when Rhaenyra confessed to him that she had once loved her childhood friend, nor that she did not think that she would ever truly be able to move past the conflict between them or love another quite the same. Of course, she loved Daemon, and even Laenor and Harwin to some degree, but none would ever stand up to her very first love that sheâd allowed to slip through her fingers like running water. He was equally unsurprised to find that sheâd not returned to their rooms on their first night back in Kingâs Landing, nor that she would return in the early hours of the morning with a familiar glow that heâd only seen on her after their own late night activities, especially since heâd caught wind earlier in the evening that Lady Y/n Y/l/n had returned to the capitol a widow.
There were things that he had expected from this relationship; The two would fuck, of course, to make up for lost time, they would spend the majority of their days strolling through the gardens as they had done when they were girls, and Y/n would perhaps even return to Dragonstone with them as her mistress. Daemon could not exactly blame his wife for her affections, Lady Y/n was undeniably beautiful, and he would certainly take her to bed if he were ever given the chance. She could remarry, of course, she was still young and sheâd already proven herself to be fertile, even if the children had not survived infancy. Any man would be a fool to turn her away, which is exactly why Daemon found himself standing before her on the black-sand shores of Dragonstone, a chalice between them and blood dripping from either of their lips. Rhaenyra had watched on with glee, rushing forward the moment that the ceremony had been complete to engulf her new wife in a tight embrace, sealing their own union with a firm kiss.Â
Daemon had not been included in the wedding night activities, though he had been invited to watch, which he did so from the balcony of their chambers in order to give them their own space. Rhaenyraâs body had been glowing in the candle light, curves and smooth, milky skin on display for him and their new wife to admire as they both had time and time again in the past. Daemon could not tear his gaze away from their new wifeâs figure, no matter how hard he tried. He blamed it on the novelty of having a new wife, especially one that he was not even able to touch on their wedding night, and he might have reacted the same way if he were to see any woman naked for the first time. He stroked himself on the balcony, low grunts leaving his lips as her moans reached his ears, eyes tracing over her breasts, the pudge of her stomach, the curve of her spine, andâoh⊠he wasnât sure heâd ever seen a womanâs core glisten like that before, nor had he ever heard such a prominent squelch as the Targaryen princess dipped her fingers inside. Heâd always known she was a beautiful lady, but now, oh now he was able to understand to some degree why Rhaenyra was so strongly under her spell.Â
Just over a year had passed, and Daemon had still yet to enjoy his newest wife to the extent that he would have liked. He did enjoy getting to know her personally, finding her much more amusing than he had expected, and they often found themselves sitting together in the evenings while Rhaenyra was busy with her royal duties. They had kissed each other on several occasions, and she had once allowed him to kneel beneath her skirts one evening after a tad too much wine, but nothing further had developed in their physical relationship.Â
She had fit into their family easier than any of them could have expected. She was good with the children, taking them all under her wing as if they were her own, though her relationship with both Rhaenyra and Daemons older children was a bit strained in the beginning. Children were a bit of a sore topic for her; She rarely spoke of her own late children, but both Daemon and Rhaenyra could easily tell how broken she was over their deaths. She and Rhaenyra had bonded even more after Rhaenyra had lost her own daughter in labour, all three parties agreeing that Rhaenyra would not have any more children.Â
That did not change the fact that both Daemon and Rhaenyra could tell that Y/n longed to be a mother once more. She honoured her own boys on their name days, and on the anniversaries of their deaths, but none of Rhaenyraâs children saw her as a mother, nor did she expect them to. They both noticed the way she had this longing stare in her eyes each time that one of the younger children called for their mother, or as Jacaerys and Lucerys slowly grew into young men, as her own children would not be much younger than they are now had they survived their sickness. It was just after the one year anniversary of Daemon and Y/nâs wedding that Rhaenyra proposed to him that they offer Y/n the chance to have another child, as many as she was willing to carry, but of course it would ultimately be her decision; Neither of them were very fussed either way, they both already had a small militia of children of their own, but they would be happy to welcome more into the world, especially if it meant that she would be tied to the Targaryen bloodline through more than marriage.Â
They waited a while longer to bring this to her, but Rhaenyra had been subtly encouraging her to spend more time with Daemon, and even suggested that they might begin sharing a bed with one another from time to time, whether it be on their own or with Rhaenyra present. She assured her that he was in fact attracted to her, pointing out how she is the one that he stares so longingly at when he watches them together. It was not that Y/n had been opposed to this, she was equally as attracted to Daemon as he was to her, but she had not been with a man since her late husband, and she had not expected to ever take another man to bed again now that she and Rhaenyra were officially together.Â
The conversation was finally brought to her a month after she and Daemon spent their first night together. They had been intimate, but she had still not allowed him to be inside of her, instead opting to pleasure him with her mouth, hands, and breasts. Rhaenyra whispered in her ear during supper one evening, suggesting that they invite their husband to join them that night, which she excitedly agreed to, completely unaware of what sort of proposition they would offer her, and she was especially surprised at how quickly she consented to their idea.
Rhaenyra had knelt behind her that night, both straddling their husbandâs hips as the blonde gripped her wifeâs waist to aid her movements, guiding her with every bounce of her long cock and whispering praises into her ear between kisses on her neck. Daemon had been uncharacteristically happy to sit back against the headboard and watch as his wives moved in unison over him, grunting as the tight squeeze of her velvet walls around him. He could hardly pull himself away from her lips, eagerly swallowing every one of her sweet moans as he emptied himself inside of her, sighing as she slumped back against Rhaenyra as she reached her own peak.
They had continued this for months until the maester finally confirmed that Y/n was with child, her skin glowing in delight at the thought of having a child to raise with her husband and wife. By the fifth month of her pregnancy, her stomach had swelled enough to show through her heavy gowns, and her hormones had taken full effect of her everyday life.Â
If it werenât bad enough that she was constantly fatigued, or that her feet and back ached, or that her breasts were swollen and tender to the mere brush of her gown against her sensitive nipples, she had also grown to be absolutely insatiable. She found that her thighs were constantly slick with her arousal, and that she was able to bring herself to orgasm in the simplest ways, even by just sitting on certain pieces of furniture. Daemon and Rhaenyra could no longer enjoy bedding her on the same night quite as regularly as before, all because of how regularly she was mewling for them; Daemon had even jokingly suggested that they encourage her maids to pleasure her throughout the day so that they could keep up with her, only to be met with Rhaenyraâs palm slamming into the back of his head. It even came to the point where Rhaenyra felt the need to consult the maester about how regularly all three of them were being intimate together, who advised that, as her pregnancy developed, physical intimacy may result in causing her pain.
Instead, Rhaenyra encouraged her to participate in some âself-careâ routines, as she had called them, telling her that pregnancy could cause her to think poorly of herself in many ways, so she thought it best that she take long, hot baths under the candlelight, drink honeyed wine and have her maids soak her in scented oils before taking the initiative to pleasure herself as much as she desired. Daemon had not been so keen on this idea, considering that he was constantly finding her with her hands between her thighs and not allowing him to cut in until she had finished, meaning that she was incredibly sensitive and could not take quite as much as she used to be able to before she began this routine. Even Rhaenyra was beginning to regret it, easily noticing the way that her maids now stared at her longingly, likely having seen and heard her in the throes of self-pleasure more times than they had with her husband and wife involved.Â
When Rhaenyra brought up her annoyances with Daemon, he had been quick to point fingers, claiming that it was entirely her fault that Y/n had not been seeking them out as much. They both came to the conclusion that they needed to get her out of this habit as quickly as she had gotten into it.Â
âMy love,â Rhaenyra smiled sweetly as she entered her chambers, finding her settled in the bathtub with rose petals floating in the water around her. The water rippled around her rounded belly and breasts as they poked out into the warm air. Rhaenyra thought that she had never looked so beautiful in her life, with the exception of their wedding day. âHow do you feel? The maester told me you had a bout of sickness after supper.â
The woman opened her eyes, smiling sleepily at her wife as she knelt at her side, one hand dipping in to feel the temperature of the water, ââM fine, Nyra. I do not think that mutton agrees with our babe.â
The Targaryen woman laughed, âIâm sorry, my love, I know how you enjoy mutton so. I will instruct the cooks to avoid it until the babe arrives then.â
âItâs alright,â Y/n stroked a hand over her belly, âI would give anything to keep her happy.â
âHer?â Rhaenyra asked, settling her hand on the bump as well, âYou expect a girl?â
âI do,â Y/n beamed, âI will be happy either way, but I have a feeling. I know how you long for a daughter, as well.â
Rhaenyra flushed, âYou are too kind to me my love. I will be happy with our child regardless of gender, so long as they are a part of the one I love the most.â
Y/n giggled, âDo not let our husband hear you speaking like that.â
âHe knows his place,â Rhaenyra chuckled, fingers wandering up to brush against the tender flesh of her breast, smirking to herself at the moan that fell from her wifeâs lips at the smallest touch.
Rhaenyra turned her head, finding her maids looking bashful in the corner of the room. They had been witness to Y/nâs pleasure before, but never at the hand of one of her spouses.Â
âOut,â She commanded, âI will finish my wifeâs bath on my own.â
They all hesitated for a moment before nodding, curtsying to both women before rushing out.Â
âNyra,â Y/n scolded, âI was about to begin my âself-careâ.â
âI can care for you, my heart.â The silver-haired woman cooed as she lowered her hand below the surface of the water, taking little care for the sleeve of her gown as her fingertips found the slick button between her thighs.
âIt was your idea, Rhaenyra.â Her voice sounded firmer than before, and her once sleepy eyes had grown hard and accusing.Â
âA stupid one, I must admit,â She sighed, rubbing small circles into her clit, âI miss how insatiable you once were, how you begged for me to touch you, how you begged for our husbandâs cock.â
A flash of sadness appeared on her face as sprung to her waterline, âYou were tired of me, you do not want me.â
Rhaenyra stopped her movements, âWhat?âÂ
A soft sob left her lips, âYou asked me to take care of myself. I thought it might have been because you and Daemon were busy, but then I came to your rooms one night andââ
She didnât need to finish for Rhaenyra to understand. She and Daemon had found it difficult to keep up with their wifeâs libido, but once she had begun taking care of herself, they still had their own desires and spent many nights together. Rhaenyra felt stupid for not seeing how this would feel to their wife, let alone now that her emotions were heightened. She had not considered herself unattractive until Rhaenyra asked if she mentioned that self pleasure was beneficial for helping her bodily insecurities, only to find that she and Daemon were continuing to fuck without her on the regular.Â
Y/n pushed her hand away, sitting up and pulling her knees as close to her chest as her stomach would allow, âLeave me.â
âMy loveââ
âPlease,â Her voice cracked, âSend my handmaidens in, I want to go to bed.â
âY/n, please let meââ
âGo!â She shrieked, tears now falling down her cheeks readily as she pushed herself out of the water abruptly, âGet out!âÂ
The door burst open, her handmaidens appearing in the room with worried expressions at the sound of their ladyâs screaming. They rushed forward, helping her step out of the tub and wrapping her in her favourite silk robe.Â
Rhaenyra watched as she stumbled away, ignoring the water dripping from her as she crawled onto the bed, the most heart-wrenching sobs leaving her lips. The Crown Princess did not want to leave, longing to go after her and make her understand, but the guilt that began to force itself up her throat was too much to bear. Without another word, she pushed through the doorway and into the corridor, rushing to find Daemon.Â
Y/n did not leave her chambers for three days. She had breakfast, tea, and dinner in her rooms with no company except for her handmaidens. She refused to allow Rhaenyra or Daemon in to see her any time that they had come to visit, even when they each tried to assert their rank over her handmaidens. She was now almost seven months into her pregnancy, and she was continuously wondering to herself how she had let herself be talked into another child. She wept day and night, countless apologies leaving her lips to her late children, begging for their forgiveness and cursing Rhaenyra and Daemon for bringing her walls down so much that she had allowed herself to be in the position to potentially lose yet another child.Â
On the fourth day, Rhaenrya had decided that enough was enough, and used the secret passageway into her wifeâs room. When she found her, she felt her heart clench in her throat, finding her still in nothing but the silk robe that sheâd left her in four days earlier, curled in a ball on her favourite sofa and staring blankly out the window. How had she allowed herself to hurt the one person she loved above all else again after vowing to protect her heart with her entire being?Â
âMy love,â Rhaenyra called out, closing the hidden door behind her. She frowned when she was met with complete silence, âMy love, can you hear me?â
âWhat is it, Your Grace?âÂ
Rhaenyra cringed, having only heard Y/n speak to her so formally when she was truly angry with her. âThe maester told me you have not slept or eaten in two days. It is not good for the child.â
Y/n scoffed, âThe babe.â
âIt is not good for you, either, my love.âÂ
Rhaenyra knelt in front of her, hands cupping her cheeks and grimacing at how cold she felt. Rhaenyra had gone to Daemon that night, her pale cheeks flushed red and wet from her tears as she paced for hours, wondering how they would be able to make things right with herâhow had she let this happen? How could she make her feel unloved by the two people who loved her more than anything?
âPlease look at me,â She whispered, head ducking to meet her hollow gaze. âIâm not sure how I can make you feel how deeply angry I am with myself. I am so, so sorry, my love.â
Y/n sniffled, but did not respond.
âMay I explain myself?â Rhaenyra waited for her weak nod before she continued, âI did not mean to make you feel unwanted, by any means. You are sweet, and good, and beautiful, and I could never imagine a world where I would not want you. Daemon and Iâwe cannot excuse ourselves, but we can explain. We were concerned for you, for how often we were bedding you. The maester told us that we could hurt you, which is why I suggested what I did. I did not mean to imply that we did not want you. In fact, we wanted you so deeply that we turned to each other for the first time in so long because we thought you were more comfortable with taking care of yourself.â
Y/n shook her head, âI only did it because thatâs what I thought you wanted.â
âI could never not want you, my beautiful wife.â Rhaenyra pressed a kiss to her clammy cheek.
âI must admit,â Y/n laughed bitterly, âI began to believe after some time that I had become a concubine for you both.â
âI do not think it is custom to love oneâs concubine, my sweet.â Rhaenyra chuckled, then turned sombre when she took note of her expression, âMy love, else bothers you?â
âI do not want to have another child,â Y/n whispered, âI feel almost as if I am betraying my boys. I will love this child with all of my heart, and nothing makes me more happy than to be tied to you both through blood, but I will not have another.â
Rhaenyra sighed, âI am sorry if you have felt pressured by us.â
âI havenât,â She shook her head, âBut I have done some thinking over the past two days. I have been happy here, and I do want this child, but Iâm not sure that I can handle another. This child is a sibling, but to have two, it feels like I am replacing them, and to me they are completely irreplaceable.â
Rhaenyra kissed her head, âYou will not have to. I will speak to Daemon, and the maester. We will make sure that this is your last pregnancy.â
âYou donât think that Daemon will be upset with me? He wonât want any more children?â
âIf he is, then perhaps we would need to rethink how many people we want in this marriage, donât you think?â
This made Y/n giggle, and it was like music to Rhaenyraâs ears. She finally leaned into her, wrapping her arms around Rhaenyraâs middle and nuzzling into her neck. Rhaenyra gladly held her, running her fingers through her hair affectionately as she began to notice her breathing grow heavier.
âYou must be tired, my sweet,â Rhaenyra turned her head to look at her, âWhy donât you have a bath while I go find you some supper, then you can rest.â
âWill you stay with me while I sleep?â She murmured.
Rhaenyra kissed her lips softly, âOf course I will.â
When Y/n woke up, Rhaenyra was still at her side, her long fingers stroking Y/nâs swollen belly over her thin nightgown.Â
âGood morning, my love,â She greeted with a small smile.Â
âEvening, you mean,â Y/n had not even noticed that Daemon had occupied the space behind her in the bed until he spoke up, his own hand reaching around to lay on top of Rhaenyraâs on her belly.Â
Y/n leaned back into him, sighing at the warmth being emitted from his firm chest, âHow long was I sleeping?â
âAlmost a day,â He kissed her temple to soothe her as she cried out in surprise, âBut you needed it.â
âItâs true,â Rhaenyra affirmed, âYou were awake for two days straight. Iâll call your ladies, you must be starving.â
âI am,â Y/n trailed a finger up her arm, âBut not for food.â
Rhaenyra shook her head as Daemon chuckled at their wife, âMy love, you are very weak right nowââ
âNeither of you have touched me in almost two months,â She whined, âPlease.â
The two Targaryens shared a glance over her shoulder, Daemon shrugging in response to Rhaenyraâs concerned look.
âAlright,â She finally conceded, âBut you must lie there, let us take care of you.â
The woman eagerly nodded, excited whimpers falling from her lips from the slightest drag of Daemonâs lips against her jugular, his fingers pulling the strap of her nightgown down over her shoulder to expose one of her tender breasts. Rhaenyra was quick to pull her into a kiss, tongue forcing itself past her wifeâs lips and swallowing every sound she made, her nimble fingers twisting her perky nipple gently.Â
Everything moved in a blur for Y/n over the next few moments, somehow finding herself now on her back, knees bent as her nightgown was rucked up to settle over her swollen belly, Rhaenyra wasting little time in dragging her tongue torturously through her folds, which had already been dripping with her sweet nectar from the moment that she had woken up. Her cheeks felt warm, embarrassed at how sensitive and wet sheâd been before either of them even touched her and at how quickly she was able to feel herself at her peak.Â
At her side, Daemon was needy for her attention. He tucked two fingers under her chin, quickly turning her head to capture her lips in a warm and messy kiss. Her own eager fingers quickly found the laces of his breeches, tugging at them until they were just loose enough to slide her hand inside and take hold of his rapidly hardening member, their sighs of pleasure being lost in one anotherâs mouths as she slowly pumped him until he was completely hard, whining in protest as he pushed her touch away.Â
âPatience, sweet one,â He tsked at her, instead turning his attention to suckling at her breasts, tugging her other strap down to release both of her heaving tits to his mercy.Â
The wave crashed over her before she could comprehend it, eyes rolling back as neither of them made any move to slow or stop their ministrations as they each licked and sucked at her most sensitive parts until she was trembling with aftershocks.Â
âDo you think she is ready for me?â Daemon peered down at Rhaenyra, who had continued to lick at her clit softly.
She grinned up at him, âMore than sheâs ever been.â
He chuckled, reaching his hand down to feel her wetness for himself with a wicked glint in his eyes, âPerhaps we should deprive our needy little wife more often if it means she will always be this responsive.â
Rhaenyra frowned, âYou are bold to assume that either of us will be able to resist for so long ever again, husband. Iâm certain that I canât.â
âPerhaps I merely need to be reminded, I may not have my wits about me.â
Within seconds, his clothes had been completely removed and was was dragging her by the ankles until her bum was hanging off the edge of the mattress and he was pressed tightly between her legs. Meanwhile, Rhaenyra had helped her slide her shift off over her head, leaving her completely bare to her husband and wife.
Her back arched off of the bed as Daemon notched the head of his member against her entrance, easily slipping inside with a drawn out moan, eyes closed as he relished in the feeling of her silky walls throbbing around him.Â
âSee how he desires you?â Rhaenyra whispered to her, âYou make him weak, he belongs to you. We belong to you.â
She nodded, watching in awe as Rhaenyraâs slender neck was engulfed by their husbandâs fingers, his meaty fist forcing her to meet his hard kiss as his spare hand slid beneath Y/nâs hip and flipped her onto her side, barely missing a beat as he threw her top leg over his shoulder and sped up his thrusts.Â
Rhaenyra grinned into the kiss, reaching up to slide her middle and index fingers into her wifeâs mouth, slowly thrusting them in and out until they were dripping with her saliva. Carefully, she moved them down and began circling them around her untouched hole, feeling the snug ring of muscles tighten and release under her touch. The sloppy juices of her release had dripped down and provided an extra lubricant as one of her long fingers dipped inside, stilling for a few moments to allow her to adjust to the intrusion before she pressed the second in as well. Her movements were slow, not wanting to force the tightness of her ass and further than she already was, especially with the force of Daemonâs thrusts into sweet cunt.Â
Mere moments passed before her second release began bursting out of her core and splashing against Daemonâs stomach, the warmth of her juices bringing him to his own climax. She allowed him to keep forcing himself into her abused hole before she was pressing her foot flat into his shoulder to push him away.Â
âLook at her,â Rhaenyra murmured to him, smirking down at her wifeâs trembling body, âLook at how needy she is for us. We belong to her, but she is ours alone.â
Daemons slowly allowed his cock to slide out of her, falling down to poke at her asshole as Rhaenyra pulled her fingers out. The future queen slid from the mattress, disappearing out of Y/nâs sight as Daemon huddled overtop of her, pressing warm kisses across her neck and chest. He pulled back as Rhaenyra reappeared next to her, wiping her hands clean with a wet cloth before she made quick work of wiping the pregnant womanâs sensitive cunt clean as Daemon readjusted his breeches as she moved across the room to sit by the burning fireplace.Â
Rhaenyra helped her wife move back up to lay against her pillows, tucking her in beneath the soft sheets. She crawled in next to her, pressing her lips to her forehead and chuckling when Rhaenyra felt her tugging at her skirts.
âI am alright, my heart,â She pushed her hands away, âYou should rest. We will call for your supper.â
Y/n nodded, a touch disappointed that she hadnât been able to taste her wifeâs delicious cunt, but her sadness faded as she felt her eyes fluttering shut, lulling her into a deep sleep as she huddled closer to Rhaenyraâs chest.
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Now, You're Mine
Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader
WARNING: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Possessive!Rhea, Breeding Kink, Hickeys (R Receiving), Choking (R Receiving), Cum-Filled Strap On (R Receiving), Bulge Kink, Mommy Kink
PREFACE: Rhea and Reader were hooking up on and off, but Rhea wanted her all to herself
A/N: Rhea's P.O.V. in Bold and Colored!
Flashback in Italics!
Texts in Bold and Colored!
Some surprise appearances by other WWE Stars!
THIS HAD ME GRIPPING THE SHEETS FOR REAL
Kinda toxic, but eh
RHEA'S P.O.V.
She was all I've ever wanted. From how beautiful she was, to her kind-hearted nature and quick wits, she was nothing short of perfection. I remember the day we met vividly.
I had just gotten done with my match and was grabbing a bite to eat with my friends.
"I'll take-"
"The chicken tenders", I say in unison with Fin and Priest.
The three of us laugh, as Dom shook his head.
"Typical", Priest mocked,
"Hey, I know what I like, alright?", Dom argued.
Snapping the menu closed and handing it back to the waiter.
"I'll be back", I say,
Dismissing myself and heading to the bathroom, but as I did, somebody walks out.
Time came to a sudden halt, as I took in just how beautiful she was. It was as if everyone else disappeared and we were the only people there.
She gives me a shy smile, before walking past me and heading back to her table. My eyes never leaving her, as she took her seat.
YOUR P.O.V.
I immediately walk back to my friends, trying hard to hide my flushed cheeks.
"You good?", Nikki questioned,
"Yeah", I hesitantly answered,
As my gaze fell upon her once more. I couldn't help it, even if I tried. Besides how breathtaking she was, there was just something about her that intrigued me. Maybe it was the jet black hair or the tattoos that masked her hands, either way, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
"What's got you all shy?", Brie questioned,
Taking me out of my head.
"What?"
She turns to try and see what I was looking at and immediately caught on.
"Oh, she's so your type"
"Dear God, please shut up", I pleaded,
"Who?"
It was now Naomi's turn to look and she also began teasing me.
"Oooh", she taunted,
Nudging me.
"Guys, come on. Let's not embarrass her", Nat ceased.
During the time of my friends poking fun at me, she looks over and sends another smile my way. If my heart wasn't racing out of my chest already, it surely was now.
Once we were done with our food and paid the bill, her table was also finishing up their dinner.
"Now's your chance, don't be shy", Nikki egged on,
"Nikki!", I warned in a whisper,
"Oh come on, what's the worst that can happen?"
"Um, she could hear me?"
"You're really gonna let her go?", she emphasized,
Pointing, when I smack her hand away.
"Keep your hand down!"
"Sorry", she whispered,
"I think you should go for it", Nat chimed in,
"Oh, not you too"
"(Y/N), you've got nothing to lose. She says no and then what?"
"And then I die of embarrassment"
Causing her eyes to roll.
"Look, nothing's gonna happen, if I don't talk to her"
"Exactly. Nothing's gonna happen if you don't talk to her, which I personally think is worse", she retorted.
I take a deep breath, slouching back against the booth chair, when I notice her table begin to gather their things.
"It's now or never, champ", Brie added on.
Was I terrified? Absolutely...but after battling with the anxious chill in the pit of my stomach, I ultimately got up and carefully made my way towards her.
Every step feeling like boulders strung at my feet.
Once I was less than a foot away, I clear my throat in an attempt to catch her attention. She turns around and somehow, she was even more breathtaking up close.
Her eyes reflecting baby blue skies in them, as her lips curled up into a grin.
"Hi", I greeted,
"Hello", she smiles down at me,
"I hope I'm not being too forward, but, I think you're...really beautiful", I struggled,
I knew my face had turned a bright red by the way she eyes my cheeks.
"Do you, now?", she challenged,
"Yeah", I chuckled nervously,
"Well", she began,
Taking my hand inro hers.
"I said the same thing to my mates earlier. You're quite the sight"
My heart was on the verge of giving out.
"What are you doing after this?"
"Um", I say,
Glancing back at my friends, who immediately turned away.
"It seems we have an audience"
"Don't mind them, they're just nosy", I reassured,
Making her laugh to herself.
"I'm not doing anything"
"Perfect", she said,
Gently leading me outside.
We head back to the hotel she was staying at and after letting my friends know where we went, she started up a movie for us.
Let's just say the movie had simply become background noise.
Since then, we'd been hooking up on and off, but in all honesty, I wanted more. Don't get me wrong, what we had was beyond my wildest imaginations, but I often caught myself daydreaming about being more than just 'friends'.
It didn't help, the fact that she fueled these delusions. Intentionally or not.
In those moments, post-sex, there would be a glimmer of softness that made me melt from the inside out. A contrasting difference from how she would usually treat me in bed.
Little gestures she'd do, like playing with my hair till I fell asleep or tracing mindless shapes onto my back. It all just added to the already burdensome weight in my chest.
The longer this went on, the harder it became to keep my feelings at bay. The harder it got to avoid the questions that plagued my mind.
Would she want that too? What if she didn't? Would she get upset and cut me off entirely? I could have all the time in the world and none of it would be enough to find a single answer.
I was planning to just keep my mouth shut and take this secret to my grave...until I heard about Liv. She was Rhea's tag team partner and at first, I didn't think anything of it, till I saw their backstage interview, where she kissed Rhea's cheek.
Alarms immediately went off in my head.
I knew she'd been sleeping up with other people, but to actually see her flirt with someone else was the wakeup call I needed.
I decided to keep my distance for a while and eventually, she caught on. For the last few weeks, I'd been responding less to her texts and have ignored her late night calls all together.
As much as I hated to admit it, I missed her, but I knew I had to hold my ground.
(SUNDAY)
Rhea: Hey
Seen at 5:06 pm
Rhea: I haven't seen you in a while, how's things been?
Seen at 5:25 pm
(MONDAY)
Me: Good, you?
Seen at 9:03 pm
Rhea: Pretty busy lately, aren't you?
Seen at 10:00 pm
But what I think finally made things click for Rhea was when I run into her at Dom's birthday party.
As it was being thrown at her house, I knew to come prepared, so I put on the dress I knew she liked and paired it with the perfect heels. Between my hair, makeup and outfit, I was undoubtedly sure to make some heads turn.
Not even a minute goes by, before Rhea spots me and makes a beeline toward where I stood.
"Ladies", she greets,
As they all nod, before heading inside. She eyes me up and down, before taking a few steps closer.
"(Y/N)", she grins.
I cross my arms over my chest, avoiding her daunting stare.
"Beautiful, as always"
"Thanks"
She goes in for a hug, when I simply brush past her, leaving Rhea undoubtedly confused. For the rest of the night, I stood by, watching my friends get wasted and have the time of their lives.
I, however, was too distracted by Rhea watching me from across the room. The slicked-back hair, the leather top that perfectly showcased her strong arms. I was intoxicated solely by staring at her.
Somewhere in the night, my friends had completely disappeared and I was left on the couch alone.
That was until Sonya took the vacant spot next to me.
"I don't like parties either", she spoke,
Finally ripping my gaze away from Rhea.
"Hey, Sonya"
"You know my name?", her eyebrows meet,
"Yeah, I saw your match with Nikki and John. They invited me to watch"
"Oh, cool, your Nikki's friend. I'm assuming you came with her and Brie?"
"Yup, but...", I say,
Quickly scanning the room.
"I have no idea where they went"
"Well, Brie's probably throwing up the drinks she chugged and Nikki's probably hooking up with Cena upstairs"
"Probably", I chuckled,
Sipping my cocktail.
"But, hey, at least you got me", she joked,
Playfully nudging me.
"At least", I agreed.
"I hope this isn't me coming on too strong, but would you like to dance?"
"Um..."
I go to look back at Rhea and it was almost as if she was trying to communicate with her eyes.
It was now my turn to have fun.
"I'd love to", I turn back to Sonya,
Grabbing her hand and leading her to the dancefloor.
RHEA'S P.O.V.
What the hell was Deville up to and why was (Y/N) reciprocating it? I knew she'd gone almost radio silent lately, but I didn't think it was this serious.
My blood boiled at the sight of Sonya twirling her around, as her eyes raked up and down (Y/N)'s body. Shamelessly staring at what was mine. I knew I had only myself to blame, but I couldn't help but seethe with anger. It should be me grabbing her hips that way. It should be me making her laugh like that.
Had I messed up by not owning up to how I really felt? Yes, but I wasn't going to lose her over that. She was everything I could ever want and I'd be a fool to just let her go.
Having had enough, I shove my drink into Priest's chest and made my way over to them.
"(Y/N). Deville", I address,
Interrupting their laughter.
"Hey, Ripley", Sonya replied,
As I respond with a sarcastic grin.
"I need to talk to you", I address (Y/N),
"I'm kind of in the middle of something-"
"(Y/N)", I cut off,
Causing her to be taken aback.
YOUR P.O.V.
I couldn't lie, the stern tone in her voice made my core ache and my knees go weak. I had no choice but to comply.
I follow her through the crowd and up the stairs, till we reach her bedroom at the end of the hall.
As we step inside, she closes the door behind her and leans against it.
"What do you want?", I questioned,
"Don't play dumb with me"
"I'm not", I egged on.
She scoffs, leaning off the door and taking a step towards me.
"Are we really going to do this?"
"I don't know...are we?"
I knew me challenging her was a risk, but it was one I was willing to take. I needed to know once and for all if this was something worth fighting for.
With a mischievous grin, she leans down to whisper in my ear.
"Do you really think Sonya, of all people, can treat you better than I can? Hm? Make you feel as good as I do?"
Her hands creep up to the small of my waist and pulled me in closer. I could feel my knees threatening to give out and was fighting so hard to stop it.
"Or was this all just to get my attention?"
She kisses up my neck and chewed on the lobe of my ear.
"You want me? You've got me"
Like I'd weighed nothing, she picks me up by thighs, causing a surprised gasp to escape me.
"All you had to do was say so"
She then carries me to bed and crawled atop me, kissing and licking up my legs.
"This dress. Fuck", she murmured against my thighs,
Before spreading them apart to discover my glistening core.
"I've barely started and you're already making a mess", she teased,
"Rhea", I whined,
"Yes, darling?"
"Please"
"Please what? You know I like to hear you say it"
I take in a deep breath, before finally locking eyes with her.
"Fuck me"
She smirks once more, before pulling away and walking over to her closet. I carefully observe her every move and once she was done digging through her clothes, she turns around, causing my stomach drops.
She's used straps on me before, but this one was...different.
"I've been saving this for something special, but of course you had to be a brat tonight", she says,
Stopping right before the bed.
"Take my clothes off", she ordered.
I crawl over to her, helping her out of her blazer, before unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her pants down.
Unbeknownst to me, she was already completely naked beneath her clothes. The sight of her exquisite body never failing to drive me crazy.
"My turn"
She pulls my dress off over my head, leaving me in just my stockings.
"No underwear? God, you are a slut"
And without wasting another breath, she pulls me in by my waist, whilst wrapping her lips around my hardened buds.
Desperate moans and whines escaping me as she did so.
"You're so much nicer when Mami's got a hold of you, hm?"
She then pushes me onto my back, before spreading my legs and ripping my fishnets down the middle. She must've sensed my concern, by the way her eyes flickered up to me.
"I'll get you new ones", she reassured,
Before pulling back and securing the toy around her hips.
I was practically drooling from how good she looked. From her inked hand rubbing up and down the dildo, to her insatiable eyes eating me alive, I could've cum right then and there.
"I need you, Mami, please", I pleaded,
Tugging her lips up into a smirk.
"I know you do. Why else would you try so hard to get my attention?", she teased,
Licking the shell of my ear and sending a chill up my spine.
In a flash, she throws my legs around her waist, dragging me in closer, whilst rubbing the tip of the strap against my entrance.
"Let's see if you can keep up"
She thrusts into me in one swift motion, filling me up to the brim and causing a cry to escape past my lips.
Her pace was immediate and rough, like the hand she snaked up my body, before settling around my throat. It felt like I was being split apart in the best way possible. The mixture of the pleasure and pain already causing tears to blur my vision.
"You're fucking mine", she grunted against my shoulder,
"Yes, Mami!", I cried out,
Grabbing her wrist.
With each merciless thrust, my orgasm was nearing faster and faster and I knew it was only a matter of time, till I came undone in her grasp.
"Fuck!", I whined under my moans,
"You're doing so good for me", she licked up my throat,
Reaching down to rub vigorous circles on my clit and yanking a final scream out of me.
"Do it. Cum for Mami", she demanded.
The stars in my eyes were all I saw, before being pushed over the edge.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I feel her hand pull back to squeeze the base of the toy, causing it to spurt out ropes of warm sticky liquid all over my clenching walls.
I let out a surprised gasp, as Rhea chuckled against my neck. She looks back up and smashed her now-smudged lips against my own.
"Now, everyone here knows who you belong to", she teased.
My stomach dropped at the realization.
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The Price of Pride (5/?)
[ canon âą Aemond x Royce âą female ]
[ warnings: the angst, sexual tension, targcest stuff, imprisonment, abuse of power, manipulation, mention of murder ]
[ description: Prince Aemond finds a solution to the disproportion in the number of dragons between Dragonstone and King's Landing: he decides to find dragon blood and, like his half-sister, train dragon riders. He takes as his target the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce, whom he abducts and imprisons in the Red Keep. Slow burn, darkish, insolent, arrogant Aemond. I have combined several requests here: (dragon blood female & prisoner female). ]
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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I will treat you like my little sister.
He had no idea what had crossed his mind to say something so pathetic and absurd â he thought at that moment that he had to find a way to make her choose him, not Daemon, at the time of the trial.
Since her father had abandoned her, he would let her stay by his side, since her father had denied her her inheritance, he would let her be part of it, since her father did not want her to be part of his family, he would let her become it in his eyes.
Until they win the war.
He didn't know what he would do with her afterwards, once they had defeated his sister â she might begin to demand more, putting pressure on him, threatening that she had a dragon she could always take away from them.
He thought, trying to quell the inner feeling of guilt, that he might have to kill her.
Now, however, she had to love what he could give her.
What he could be for her.
He was sure that he had her in his grasp, that she craved him both spiritually and physically, that she would become a docile shadow of herself just to satisfy him.
She, however, once again acted as if nothing had happened.
Neither the way he had shamelessly touched her nor what he had said to her allowed the wall she had built between herself and him to collapse â worse, he had the feeling that for some reason she had closed herself in even deeper.
Walking with him through the valleys, she remained silent, not even bestowing a single glance on him, thoughtful and focused on her task.
She walked a few steps behind him â she did not seek his proximity, she did not try to start a conversation, she did not do what the ladies of the court did, hoping to fall to the fate of the prince's wife.
This made him feel uneasy and uncomfortable â he had the feeling that he had made a fool of himself and she had seen through his plan.
He wondered if this was all a good idea, or if maybe he should pull out his dagger and just kill her, instead finding someone else in her place, someone who would be easier to manipulate.
And then they heard it.
A screech in the skies.
They both fell to the ground as a large, dark dragon flew over their heads, landing in a valley not far away, burning several sheep beforehand that had tried to flee from it in terror.
They started to run in that direction, clambering down the stones, stopping only when the dragon's head turned towards them, concerned.
He looked at her and swallowed hard, watching with some kind of admiration as she moved towards the creature, several times her own size, without any hesitation.
A male dragon the size of Meleys, he thought with satisfaction.
He could fight and make a difference, protecting him and Vhagar.
The dragon roared squeakily, opening his maw, tense, ready to breathe fire, her hand extended forward.
"Daor!" She called out.
The dragon hesitated, the red flame in his maw extinguished, but he continued to hiss, shifting on his paws closer and closer to her, as if considering whether to devour her.
"Lykirī!" She said and, to his surprise, crouched down on the ground, still keeping her hand stretched forward.
The dragon stopped in his half-step, as bewildered as he was.
What the fuck was she doing?
She was supposed to get on its back, not sit down.
However, the dragon seemed intrigued. He closed his maw and leaned forward as if to sniff her â she sat with her legs crossed, placing her hands on her thighs, simply looking at him.
"Lykirī." She repeated, and the dragon croaked, however in a different way than before. He walked sideways around her and circled her figure, making a strange high-pitched sounds, and she watched him the whole time, a wide smile on her lips.
"What are you doing?" He asked loudly, feeling his heart pounding like mad in his chest.
He hadn't burned her yet.
A good sign.
"He can't feel I'm a threat to him. When I sit I'm smaller and I don't move. He needs to get to know me." She said lightly, extending her hand towards the dragon as if she was just trying to tame the dog â the dragon extended its muzzle towards her slightly, but did not touch her, instead gushing warm steam from his nostrils at her.
She laughed.
Gods, they didn't have time for this.
"Try to mount him." He commanded, seeing with excitement that this beautiful beast with spikes on its back seemed to accept her.
He will return to King's Landing with two dragons.
He will win this fucking war.
His cousin gave him a stern look from above her furrowed brows and shook her head as if she thought he was a fool.
"That's what gets people like you killed. Lack of patience." She said with an anger from which he felt himself boil inside. He moved at her suddenly, furious, making the dragon step back and hiss, and she rose from her place.
"â FUCKING MOUNT HIM, I SAID â" He shouted and froze as the dragon's maw aimed at him opened, the pillar of fire in his throat testifying to what he wanted to do.
"â DAOR â DAOR, SHEEPSTEALER â" She called out desperately, standing between them, extending her hand in front of her. "â RÈłbas! â"
The dragon stepped back at once and squealed, howling like a child being rebuked by its mother, writhing from side to side with its eyes fixed on him.
"â YOU SCARED HIM! â"
"â he is a dragon â how the fuck could I scare him? â" He asked in a voice trembling with rage thinking that she was talking some sort of tendentious feminine nonsense.
"â he was trying to protect me â he senses your lies, your hypocrisy â he knows you are deceiving me, he knows what you want â what you will do with me when it's all over â" She exclaimed to him with tears in her eyes.
He didn't know why he had lost his voice completely, looking at her with big eyes, feeling that he was quivering all over, his throat and guts clenched as if she had punched him in the stomach with her fist.
She sat down again and he stepped back, doing the same, simply watching as the dragon lay down opposite her and crawled closer, without touching her nonetheless.
For a few hours, he watched with a blank stare as she lay next to this dark beast with her arm outstretched, while the dragon rolled around her and squawked like it was a puppy.
He was trying to protect me.
He knows you are deceiving me.
What you will do with me when it's all over.
He swallowed hard, looking away.
He was doing all of this for his family.
He didn't want to kill her â he only feared she would become a threat.
A problem.
And with those, he didn't know what to do.
The easiest way was for them to just disappear.
He shuddered when he heard her footsteps, the dragon behind her squealed, but stayed where he was.
"What are you doing?" He asked, rising with her, escorting her away with his eye as she walked past him without a word.
"That's enough for today." She said, and he felt his jaw clench in rage and regret.
Now she was going to give him orders?
"You are to mount him."
"I will." She threw over her shoulder.
He clenched his eyes, shaking his head and cursed under his breath, following her to Vhagar's lair.
They didn't have time for this.
He watched with indifferent eyes as she, a woman, did what had been a man's task and vocation for centuries â with a sharply pointed stick she threw into the water she hunted for fish while he ate what he took with him.
When she returned, welted and pink with exertion, he watched as, with the knife he had used to cut bread, she cut off the heads of the fish and began to scrape the scales from them.
She rubbed some herbs into them that she had probably found along the way, and then impaled each one on a stick, which she rested on top of two others over the hearth so as not to burn them.
Curls of her dark hair that were not braided clung to her sweaty red cheeks, her lashes even longer in the flames of the fire, her irises infinitely black but not empty, filled with something he did not understand.
They were silent â all around them only the sizzle each time she added wood to the hearth and turned the stick of fish to roast them properly on all sides.
When she thought they were ready, she took out two wooden bowls and slid them into it.
He swallowed hard as she handed him one of them without a word, herself placing the other between her crossed legs, tearing pieces of meat from the bones with her fingers.
"I didn't poison them." She said softly, putting the bite into her mouth, swallowing it at last without even giving him a single glance.
As much as he wanted to think of it that way, her attitude wasn't aggressive or defiant â on the contrary, he had the feeling that something inside her had faded.
He lowered his gaze, shamefully grabbing a piece of fish and, like her, tore off a piece of meat, putting it in his mouth. It was tasty; the herbs she had rubbed into it added a pleasant, salty flavour, the meat was crispy and melted in his mouth.
For some reason he felt tears under his eyelids.
He was furious with himself for being so pathetic.
Even though he knew she was freezing, she lay alone on the other side, covering herself with one of the blankets as soon as she finished her meal.
Some part of himself kept telling him that he had a right to do this, that he had a right to think of her this way, to use her as his brother-king had used him.
However, another whispered that he was disgusting, that if his mother knew what he planned to do she would look at him with disappointment and pain from which his heart would break.
He couldn't be both the caring, sensitive son and the cold, shrewd prince who would protect them from falling.
Like his mother, brother and sister, he simply wanted to live and hold in his hands what was rightfully his.
He looked at her, her figure curled up from the cold, her small hands clenched into fists, and felt ashamed.
I will treat you like my little sister.
I will care for you, and your place will always be by my side.
He felt embarrassment because some part of him wanted this.
To have his little sister, a copy of his mother, who at the same time would not be his mother, but someone only his, his destiny, his relief, his solace, warm, gentle hands, soft, plump breasts between which he could cuddle his face and hide if only for a moment, the scent and warmth he so longed for but could never ask for.
Not out loud.
His body lay down behind her on its own, embraced her on its own, hugging her to his chest, wrapping the second blanket around them, his fingers tightening on their own around her shoulders, his face sinking on its own into the crook of her fragrant neck.
He closed his eyes and felt her gasp as his manhood pulsed hard, pushing against her buttocks, his hands ran over her wrist up to her fingers, entwining them together.
He felt a squeeze in his throat, felt painful tears under his eyelids, felt his eyebrows arch in the pathetic despair that was his realisation that he was alone because he had so decided, over and over again humiliating himself by chasing a simple tender embrace.
He heard her draw in a loud breath as his erection swelled all over, pulsing and twitching even harder, her fingers tightening on his as if she was afraid of what he wanted to do.
"Sleep." He whispered in a trembling voice, feeling a single tear run down the side of his face to the ground, his thumb stroking the soft skin of her hand.
I'm sorry, he thought, but no words left his throat.
I'm sorry, but I can't do it any other way.
The next day they waited by one of the herds, watching the shepherds and their flock from above, hoping, surely to their despair, that Sheepstealer would arrive, encouraged by the vision of a feast.
"DRAGON!!!!!" Shouted one of them, pointing a finger upwards â they both looked to the side and saw a shadow pass over them like an arrow â the men managed to dodge to the side and run away, however, several sheep were burned on the spot.
They both ran downhill, but this time he let her go ahead, surprisingly sure of what she wanted to do.
He decided, albeit reluctantly, that he would try to be patient and give her another day.
To his surprise, the dragon seemed overjoyed by her presence â he cackled high and swished his tail, then moved the carcass of one of the sheep towards her with his head, apparently wanting to share his meal with her.
She laughed, shaking her head, sitting down on the ground again.
"Daor. Daor." She said, but Sheepstealer didn't seem to understand what she meant after all, as he threw the leftover burnt bones and meat into her lap, looking at her expectantly.
She swallowed hard, tore a piece of meat off the bone and put it in her mouth, looking straight into the beast's eyes.
The dragon, as soon as she did so, fell to the ground and stared at her as if it was observing something beautiful. When she reached out her hand to him he put his muzzle out and let her touch him.
He closed his eyes and sighed, feeling relieved.
Feeling pride.
His cousin shifted to the dragon on her knees, and he watched with interest as she came to his side, placing her hand on his back â he felt his heart beat quickly when the dragon made no movement, the sound it made from its throat gentle, as if encouraging her to do it.
As soon as she had managed to get on his back, Sheepstealer rose, spread his wings and soared into the sky.
He gasped in disbelief, hearing her squeal and laugh, seeing her circling around them, wondering if she would burn him now for everything he had done to her.
She could have done that.
He was defenceless.
But after a short ride she commanded him to land in the same place, and as soon as she slid to the ground she fell to her knees.
She was panting heavily, staring at the clouds as if she was thanking the gods in her mind that she had survived this.
"I did it." She said, picking herself up from the ground and walked towards him, her face flooded with tears of happiness and disbelief. "Gods, I did it."
She stood in front of him, looking at him with her big doe eyes, for some reason looking more beautiful than ever, all welted and glistening with sweat, her lips swollen with emotion, her dark lashes with tear drops shining like stars.
"Take me home." She breathed out, and he felt a squeeze in his heart at her words, a pain, as if she had stuck a needle in his chest.
Take me home.
She didn't move away when he approached her, when his hand sank into her soft hair at the back of her head, when his forehead pressed against hers, his gaze fixed on her dark eyes.
She stroked his wrist and closed her eyelids as if she wanted to remember this moment â he did the same, concentrating on her scent, the pleasant cool breeze on his heated cheeks, the closeness that wasn't stolen or taken by force.
He stepped back and nodded, her hand stroking his arm as his thumb ran over the line of her jaw.
His little sister.
Only what he'd experienced when he'd tamed Vhagar could compare to the feeling of pride that filled his chest when he'd returned to King's Landing with not one dragon, but two.
He knew that the sight of them, together, gliding through the skies had spread throughout the keep even before they reached it on horseback from Vhagar's lair.
As soon as they crossed the fortress walls, one of the guards announced to him that the King had called a meeting of the Small Council, at which he and their cousin were to appear to report on how their mission had performed.
He stepped into the chamber confidently, upright, with his chin held high, feeling the weight of what he had done, what he had achieved on his shoulders, knowing that he had perhaps determined the fate of the war while his brother sat idly in the Red Keep.
He sat down in his chair and stretched comfortably in his seat, placing one of his hands on the table top, looking the King straight in the eye.
Aegon smiled and nodded.
"I have heard of your success, brother. Bravo. Our cousin has returned victoriously on the back of a dragon." He said, and he smirked, feeling satisfaction rather than blood flow through his veins.
"Indeed. Sheepstealer is the size of Meleys. He's still untamed and unfamiliar with warfare, but it's a matter of practice." He replied calmly, glancing at his mother out of the corner of his eye, hoping to see pride and warmth in her gaze, just what he needed.
She, however, looked at him with fear, her lips slightly parted, her eyebrows arched in worry.
He felt a tightening in his throat, his hand clenched into a fist.
Why?
Why didn't he deserve at least one gentle look from her?
"We will hold a feast in your honour, brother. And, of course, our courage-filled cousin." The King said, and he pressed his lips together, thinking that his brother was a complete imbecile.
"You will organise a feast when our subjects are starving?" He hissed with anger and frustration, not understanding how he could come up with such ideas and spout them with such ease, without thinking, without analysing the situation, whether it was appropriate.
Aegon grunted loudly, clearly displeased with his harsh response.
"It will be a small feast. You will have another reason to celebrate. Your betrothed, Lady Floris Baratheon, concerned that her beloved prince has set out on a solitary expedition with an unmarried woman has written a letter to our mother demanding an explanation. I thought it best if you, in your own person, explained your reasons to her. She is heading for King's Landing."
He stared at him dully feeling that he had suddenly gone deaf, his heart in his throat.
She is heading for King's Landing.
"NO, VHAGAR! NO!" he heard himself shout, the figure of his nephew and his dragon disappearing into Vhagar's maw with Luke's loud, childish cry.
He could only watch as the remains of their bodies fell from the sky.
"Fear not, brother." His brother continued, snapping him out of his reverie. "You have done your part â now the Crown will take care of our cousin and her dragon, and you will devote yourself to softening the heart of your beloved."
What?
"She's not ready yet." He muttered, feeling his heart begin to pound like mad in his chest.
He wanted to take her away from him.
"Did you fuck her?"
He froze, as did the rest of those present at the table, their mother shaking her head, horrified and heartbroken.
"Aegon."
"They spent three nights alone in the cold. I need to know if anything happened to my cousin during that time that she might be afraid to speak of of her own accord. We all know what my brother is capable of when he acts in a rage." He said lightly, throwing him a bored, cold look that made him feel like vomiting.
"I didn't touch her." He hissed, leaning over the table.
"There are rumours among Lord Lannister's servants that contradict your words." He said in a raised voice, making his eye open wide in horror.
"What rumours?" He scoffed through clenched teeth.
Fucking fool.
I'll personally cut out his tongue, he thought.
"I will not quote them out of respect for my cousin and you, my brother." He said, and he burst into a low, cold laugh, feeling his whole body quiver.
"So they are mere slanders. Gossip. You judge me by your measure." He hummed in a voice drenched with sweet poison, grinning broadly.
"The Maester can see who is right. Does he not, cousin?" Aegon asked her, and he glanced over his shoulder, seeing her eyes open wide in horror, her hands clasped in front of her, her shoulders raised slightly in a defensive posture.
Gods, what if she had lied to him?
If she was not a maiden?
"No, Aegon. I do not permit you or anyone in this room to humiliate her in such a manner." Queen Alicent protested.
"No." She spoke up suddenly, and all those gathered looked at her. "I have nothing to hide. The Maester can examine me."
He circled the chamber in fury, angry and bitter, glancing again and again towards the bed with the curtains covering each side, feeling both anger and remorse that she had to go through this.
It was her fault.
They were humiliating her because of him.
She had wanted it herself, fucking whore.
He himself had let her understand that he wanted to watch.
He wanted to watch, hoping it would end very differently.
That he would be the one to do this to her.
His brother, his mother and his lords were all looking at him, as if they had already prejudged the fact that he was guilty, that he had done this, that he was even worse than everyone had predicted.
He felt like crouching down, hiding his face in his hands and bursting out crying, mumbling that he hadn't done it.
He wanted to, but he didn't.
He shuddered as the Maester stepped out from behind the curtains, her sad, red face flashing before him for a moment, her gaze lowered in regret.
"She is a maiden, My King. I have no doubt." He said, and he swallowed hard and closed his eyes, feeling a wonderful relief full of satisfaction.
Praise be to the gods.
He left, not looking at the bewildered faces of his mother and brother, not wanting to hear their explanations or apologies, the false words that it meant nothing.
Only when the door of his quarters closed behind him, when he sat down alone in his chair did he lean forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hide his face in his hands and burst into tears.
His brother pretending to greet him like a hero, pretending to appreciate what he had done at the same time humiliated him, taking away his credit, his pride and her.
His little sister.
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Her Pretty Lords: Sanhwajoong x Fem!Reader
Pairing: incubi!demonline x fem!reader
Genre: smut, angst, fluff
Word Count: 18k
Summary: A summons from a princess has the demons of Black Keep shaking in their boots. A person from the past comes back into YN's life, and she wonders if she'd truly lived in the living world.
Tags: dominate/submissive themes, polyamorous relationship, mentions of abuse/rape/domestic violence/illness, talks about misogyny and misandry, lost families, carriage sex, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, nipple play, breast play, foursome (m/m/m/f), oral sex, rough oral sex, vaginal fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, pet names (bitch, slut, whore, kitten, darling, pet), light degradation, fingers in mouth, light spanking, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, some squirting, facials, cumming in mouth, choking, biting,
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âItâs a beautiful day here in His Majestyâs city. This is your host, Beezee, bringing you the greatest hits this morning! Totally wicked news just came into the Hot Spot, and it is piping hot! A few little Imps have been talking and they say a new cambion has entered our massive royal family! We here at The Hot Spot want to personally welcome lovely Lady YN, Marchioness of the Trees and a Lady of Eden! Princess Lilith must be thrilled to hav-â
âWHAT?!â
It was not her motherâs voice that stunned Andromeda into silence. It was the name. Your name. The vision of a little girl with dirt on her hands and under her fingernails came to mind. Her heart tore itself to pieces at the memories: baking cupcakes after school, snuggling on the couch during prime-time television, singing in the garden and dancing in the living room. Her pride. Her joy. The sole reason sheâd stayed in the living world made her way to the burning city of Inferno. Andromeda did not know whether to be weeping from joy or sorrow. She knew this day mightâve come, but not like this.Â
âAndromeda!âÂ
Her motherâs shrill cry cut through the garden walls. Long gone were the days she feared Lilithâs wrath. Andromeda, in her dress of pale pink muslin, left her garden patch for the pebbled paths of Lilithâs Garden. She passed several of her âsistersâ, who gave her cautious glances before turning away. Andromeda knew better than to keep a child secret from her mother. She knew no matter what transpired between them, her mother would welcome any child of hers with open arms. But, she did not want this life for you. She wanted you to be free and untethered from traditions or expectations. Even when you severed yourself from her, she let you live as you wanted. It broke her heart, but at least you were free.Â
Andromeda appeared in the archway to her motherâs private garden. In an enclosed circular space, her mother sat playing cards with her sisters, Gaia and Rhea. All three women wore the flowing gowns and floral headpieces typical of Ladies of Eden, but Lilith stood out. Long black hair tumbling down her back, her curved horns reached far behind her and her piercing crimson eyes set her apart from the glowing beauties sheâd birthed. Daughters of Lilith did not resemble the common demons in the city and circles: a warm glow radiated around them, bringing life rather than death, and were the finest creatures in existence. Andromeda knew youâd be as beautiful as her when she had you, and sheâd been right.Â
âYes, Mother?â Andromeda said, standing there looking strong and firm.Â
âDo you care to explain this?âÂ
In her hand, Andromeda saw an official paper. Her stomach flopped over and over seeing it. She moved forward and read it herself, her suspicions proven true. Yes, you had come to Inferno. Yes, someone did discover who and what you were. Hot tears stuck in her lashes as she reread your name. Her special girl. Her honey cake.Â
âAndromeda, explain yourself, now.âÂ
âWhat is there to explain, Mother?â she asked, reading your death date. âI had a child and didnât tell you.â
She remembered that day with a heavy heart. Sheâd gotten the call from a nurse in the hospital, telling her you'd been admitted. Being your mother, she rushed right there with hopes of saving you, but she came too late. Never did the world feel so cold or be so dark as it did then. With her precious girl gone, Andromeda saw no reason to remain in the living world. She came back home where she made amends with her family. She hoped you never came to Inferno. She hoped you managed to turn your life around, become a good person, and be accepted into Paradise. Big dreams, she knew, but she dreamed them.Â
âTell me why,â her mother demanded coldly. âWhy would you keep such a thing from your family? From me? I thought we had moved past childish secrets.â
âI kept her a secret for the same reason I left to begin with.â
Lilith scoffed, âI learned my lesson with you, Andromeda. I would have let your little cambion roam free beyond Eden. I wouldn't want to lose another daughter.âÂ
Her sisters told her about their motherâs anguish. They told her Her Highness cried for months after she left. Lilith received very few things when Inferno was first founded. She was Luciferâs only true-born daughter; a sister to The Seven Princes. Her future lay in marrying one of them and producing children for the circles. But, when she took over Eden, slaying Adam and corrupting Eve, she made her own path. Lucifer let her keep her garden, where she grew her daughters from the flowers around her. Andromeda, she knew, came from a peony. Gaia, the eldest from gentle primroses, and Rhea from beautiful hydrangeas. Lilith birthed all her children through the flowers; they followed suit to have their own daughters. She liked to think of you in a bed of freesias, a flower symbolizing freedom.Â
âSister,â Gaia spoke softly. Her hair in soft yellow curls, her solemn brown eyes looked at her with concern, âYou know you could have told us.â
âIf you had told us, the poor child wouldn't have suffered in the circles,â said Rhea sternly, square-jawed and dark-haired. âI canât imagine the pain sheâs endured since her death. The circles are so unkind and horrific. Why would you rather she go undiscovered and suffer than be acknowledged and accepted?â
âI didnât want this for her,â she said, still reading the letter. âI wanted her to forge her own path as our mother did once. Being a Lady of Eden, she would have been stuck here forever. She wouldnât have space to grow or explore herself. I didnât want her to feel as trapped as I once did.âÂ
âI have changed since then, Andromeda,â her mother said, standing from her seat. âI thought I wouldâve proven that to you by now.â
âYou have, Mother,â Andromeda saw her sad eyes and went to her. âI know you made many changes on my behalf. I know they were hard for you,â she continued, holding her motherâs hands gently. âI am forever grateful for them. The precautions I made with YN were long before our reconciliation. Iâm sorry,â she said with all the honesty behind it, âIâm sorry I kept this from you; that I kept her from all of you. But, I was only doing what I believed was right at the time.â
âEnduring pain at the hands of a man-thing just to keep your daughter from demons?â her mother said sadly. âAndromeda, you might be a free spirit, but you are also a blind spirit. Your hesitancy and pride caused your only child to be thrusted into a world of pain and loneliness. I spoke with Wooyoung today-â
â-Ugh, not Wooyoung-â
â-And he told me that YN is living with Asmodeusâs heir, Seonghwa.â
Andromeda vaguely remembered her cousin. Handsome, brooding, and bookish, her mother liked to call him âThe Brainâ. Hongjoong was âThe Beautyâ and San was âThe Brawnâ. She wondered how you ended up there. A shot of fear struck her.Â
âShe was their pleasure slave, wasn't she?â
Lilith paused, but eventually blurted out, âYes.âÂ
No. This was all her fault. Her stubbornness led to your enslavement. The thought of her daughter in rags, chained and abused night and day made her collapse into a seat. What had those man-things done to you? A slew of lewd, obscene images crossed her mind. Hongjoongâs insatiable, broad appetite became common knowledge amongst the elite. Stories of Seonghwaâs cruelty made the strongest of demons shudder. San might be the sweetheart, but he could be deadly when crossed. More tears rushed down her cheeks thinking about it. She knew with a single retort or disobedience, those men would crush you. Andromeda could not let it go on any longer. She needed to save you. She needed to bring you home.
âI must go to her,â Andromeda said shakily, putting the letter on the table. âI must go to their keep and get my daughter. Mother, I promise I will present her to you soon, but I need to get her before they do-â
â-That will not be necessary, my sweet peony.â Her mother embraced her warmly, putting Andromedaâs head on her shoulder as she sobbed. She felt a hand soothingly rubbing her back, a gentle hum playing in her ear. âI already sent word to The Black Keep. She will be brought here this afternoon.â
âMother, I must see her,â Andromeda emphasized through thick tears. âI have to talk to her. I have to tell her Iâm sorry for all of it; I need to make this right.â
She knew you resented her. It did not take a genius to see what you thought of her, but she never stopped trying. Despite being an adult already, she could not help worrying for you. A demon mightâve found you and dragged you to your grandmother. Theyâd clamp their invisible chains, and youâd never be free. It appeared the inevitable finally happened, and in the worst way.Â
âYou will see her,â her mother assured her. âOur YN will come home. I promise.â
Regardless of who their father is, Asmodeusâs boys could not ignore a Princessâs summons.Â
****
âJust focus. Keep your eyes on your target and focus.â
Seonghwa stood by the work table in Octaviusâs lair, watching you from afar. On the table, heâd placed a flower pot. After filling it with soil and fertilizer, he wanted to experiment with your abilities. He deduced you could manipulate, grow and speak to plants, but he sensed you could do more. Seeing whether you could create plants from nothing was the first test. Firmly standing at the table, you pressed your hands to the ceramic pot and closed your eyes.Â
âEnvision the type of flower you want, and see if it comes up,â he directed. His eyes remained trained on you, and you could feel them studying you.Â
A sunflower. You hadnât seen sunflowers in ages. Picturing their pointed petals, a vivid yellow surrounding a fuzzy center, you imagined it sprouting from deep in the soil. Itâd break through the dark dirt, absorbing the nutrients needed to accelerate its growth. You saw it unfurling from the thin roots extending to plant itself in the very center. A distinct tingling started in your shoulders before vibrating down your arms to your fingertips. You shuddered from the tickling shivers up your spine. You kept yourself focused on your goal. You had been at this for an hour, and you hadnât grown anything. Maybe growth isnât in your skill set; you might only be able to rejuvenate plants, not grow them from nothingness. Once you felt the weakness starting to come over you, you stopped.
Opening your eyes, you saw an empty pot.
âI suck at this,â you complained, kicking the wooden table leg. âWhatâs the point in a plant ability if I canât grow them? I was able to do it the day I met Octavius. Why canât I do it now?â
âPerhaps because the plants you controlled flourished in the ground,â he suggested, arms crossed. âWhereas this soil isnât being touched by you,â you heard the realization come to him as he stared at the rich dirt.
You did it before he asked. Sliding your cold fingertips into the soft earth, you reimagined your sunflower. You kept yourself focused on the image in your head, and you gasped once something smooth touched your fingers. What felt like thin strings extended into the pot, bringing on a twinge of excitement. The feeling passed by, you opened your eyes and expected a flourishing sunflower. Instead, you stared at the bare soil again. You squeezed your eyes closed, pushing your head forehead to try capturing that feeling again. This produced nothing again. You continued this with no success. Youâd done it before. Why could you not do it again?
âDamnit,â you hissed, removing your hands from the pot. âWhy isnât it working?â
âIt might be too advanced for you,â Seonghwa guessed out loud. âWe shouldâve started with something simpler?â He searched the work table, pushing aside tools and papers before finding a seed packet. âSimple basil seeds,â he said, sprinkling some in the small pot. âLetâs see what you can do with these.â
âItâs not going to work,â you frowned.
âYes, it will. If you can heal them, you can grow them. Go ahead and see.â
âCanât we take a break? Go do something fun?â
âThis is fun.â
âNo, itâs frustrating.â
âScience isnât always going to be a fun time-â
â-Science is dumb, and so are these experiments,â you lashed out. One of Octaviusâs offspring hissed at Seonghwa, and you saw him regard the reaction.
âYouâre only saying that because itâs not going your way,â he pointed out. âJust do it one more time,â he moved behind you, long arms wrapping around your waist, âThen we can do something else.â
âPromise?â
âI promise,â he said, kissing beneath your ear. âWe can do whatever you want,â he said, putting stress on âwhateverâ which made you grin.
âWe can always test other abilities too,â you suggested as he guided your hands back into the pot. âIâd love to see the side effects of my kisses.â
âAn interesting suggestion, Kitten,â he said. âCome on, let's do this one more time.â
Planting your feet firmly on the ground, you sink the seeds into the pot. Their smooth shells pressed against your fingertips, and you imagined them cracking open to reveal their roots. Soon, the thin veins traced over and around your fingers. You opened your eyes to see sprouts gradually lift from the bottom to the surface. The pointed leaves with their soft ridges sprung from thin stems. Blooming a bright green, they grew until they reached over the edges of the pot. You beamed, a giggle coming through as you removed your hands from the dirt. Gently touching their leaves, Seonghwa placed his hand over yours. His touch felt so different from San or Hongjoong. They worked with their hands. Seonghwa worked with his mind, leaving his hands smooth and soft. He put his other arm over yours to hold you close.
âItâs beautiful,â he said softly.
âThanks,â you replied.
âYouâve done great work here,â he said, âOverall, I mean. Everything in here looks so healthy and lively again. I donât think Iâve seen cognizant ones like this in a long time.â
âBecause you created them, then left them to rot when they no longer served a purpose or amused you.â
âI know,â he brought your other hand to your chest, holding you tightly, âIâll admit Iâm guilty of neglect. Dennisâs-â
â-Octaviusâs-â
â-Octaviusâs appetite became too much for any normal demon to handle alone. I thought the slaves or the servants who came in here might satisfy them, but I was wrong. But, theyâre lucky they have you now,â he kissed the curve of your neck, âTo care for them. Most of the demons here wouldâve passed out after being with Octavius so long, but not you. You kept going.â
âIt felt good,â you said, eyeing the herb leaves. âThe best sex I ever had in my life.â
âOh really?â
âReally.â
âWhat about with me?â he said, pouting comically. âYou cum so much with me, Kitten. I go for as long as you want,â he kissed the spot again before kissing further up. âIâll prove it to you right now, if you want. We havenât done it in a while.â
âA while? We had sex a few days ago when you came back home.â
âThatâs too long for us,â he slid his hands from you to trail up your stomach. âKiss me,â he whispered in your ear, âI want to know what you did to Mingi that made him fuck your cunt without permission. Sweet Jongho pumped out nothing by the time your toxins wore off. I won't even tell you what I heard from Yunho. Your kisses sound deliciously toxic.â
âYou want to experience it yourself, Master Seonghwa?â you turned around to face him, hands wandering up his chest. âIs that it?â
âYes,â he whispered, drawing closer to your lips. âI want to be consumed by you too.â
âThen come closer.â
Right before your lips could touch, an offspring hissed. You turned your head to see Yunho coming through the lairâs entryway. Any heat in your cheeks cooled down at the sight of the house manager. He stood by the arch, a silver tray with an envelope on it in his hands.
âMaster, Mistress,â he inclined his head to each of you, âA letter has arrived for you, Master Seonghwa.â
âJust put it over there, Yunho,â he nodded to the other end of the long worktable. He turned his attention back to you, eyes filling with lust again, âIâll get to it later.â
âForgive me, sir,â Yunho intervened, âBut I highly suggest you read this now.â
âIâm busy, Yunho,â he said, nuzzling your nose before pecking your lips, âLater.â
âItâs from Eden, sir.â
The both of you froze. A week has passed since your official identification card arrived in the mail, making you a real citizen of Inferno. Since they said visiting Eden is voluntary, youâd decided to put it off as long as possible. The mere possibility of seeing your mother in the flesh scared you. Late at night, whether alone or in somebodyâs arms, you pictured various scenarios. In some, she wept and embraced you. In others, she smacked and insulted you. Those hurt the most because you deserved that.
Yunho brought the letter over to Seonghwa, who took it. Breaking a green wax seal, he left you by the table. He moved about the room as his brain worked the words, comprehending and considering them before speaking or taking action. The prolonged silence twisted your anxious insides. You exchanged a glance with Yunho, who appeared as concerned as you.
âWell?â you finally said. âWhat does it say?â
ââDear Lord Seonghwa,â he read out loud, venom in his voice, âIt has come to my attention that one of my granddaughters is living in your house. As she is a Lady of Eden and no longer a plaything, you will present her to me as is customary for new cambions. If you do not comply, I will have no choice but to take this to your father, Prince Asmodeus-Oh give me a fucking break!â
Seonghwa balled up the letter and tossed it away. You saw him fix his waistband as he paced back and forth. âShe talks about it as if we knew the whole time!â he snapped, eyes concentrated on the ground. âShe acts like we kidnapped you! We didnât know until a month ago! That bitchâŠâ
âSeonghwa,â you walked over to him, intent on soothing him, but he raised a hand to stop you.
âItâs not as if we have you tied up in here,â he continued his tirade. âWeâve treated you well, right? Weâve fed you, clothed you, pampered and cared for you. You could ask for anything, and weâd give it to you. All you have to do is bat those pretty lashes and I crumble like a damn cracker!â He ran his hands through his hair, âDoesnât she know the effect you have on me? Doesnât she know that I, Park Seonghwa, a Duke of Lust, has been weakened by the most beautiful cambion to ever walk into Inferno? In all of Hell, as a matter of fact?â
âI guess not.â His words touched a sweet spot inside you. âHave I really done that?â
âYes, obviously! If I didnât want you, YN, I wouldâve tossed you in here and forgotten you existed,â he said, stopping only to speak before ranting further. âI would have taken you to her if you'd wanted me to. I would have no objections to you seeing your family. You simply never asked, and I wasn't going to pressu-â
â-Seonghwa?â you carefully walked over to him, sliding your arms around him from the side. Instantly, he wrapped one around your waist and took the other hand. âIâm sorry.â
âFor what?â
âPutting it off,â you said. âI know I should have gone to her sooner, but I kept procrastinating because, wellâŠâ you hated saying it out loud. If any time was good for a mind drill, it was then. âIâm scared sheâs there.â
âYour mother?â
âYes.â He turned in your arms and you rested your head on his chest. Seonghwa smelled like roses. A lovely bed of fresh roses clung to his body, not just his clothes. You buried your nose in him, wanting to get lost in his scent. ïżœïżœïżœIt might sound stupid to you,â you finally said, âBut IâŠIâm scared to see her.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I was awful to her. I said terrible things, and pushed her away from me when she needed me.â Your throat dried up at the words. âShe kept coming back to me, and I kept moving further. What if she hates me?â
âI doubt that,â he said. âIf she kept trying to contact you even when you pulled away, then I donât think sheâd hate you.âÂ
âIâd hate me.â
âYouâre you, so yes, you would.â
You smacked his arm as he laughed. âI mean it,â you said, burying your face in his shoulder, âI canât go there.â
âThat letter says you have to.â
âCanât we pretend we never got it?â
âNo,â he scoffed. âDonât think too much about it right now. We have important things to go over.â
âLike what?â
âWhat youâre going to wear, for one thing. Your outfits are cute and casual, which is fine any other time, but not for this.â He sighed, hands on your biceps, âThereâs not enough time for Wooyoung to make anything new, so weâll have to find something in the closet. You need to look like a proper lady.â
âI can be a lady.â
âIâm not denying you canât be,â he said, âBut if you want to continue living here, we need to convince Lilith that youâre not being forced to stay here.â He paused, âYou do know that, right?â
âI do,â you said, hugging him again. âI like it here actually. The foodâs great, the greenhouse is lovely, the staff is more than helpful and youâŠâ you smiled up as you pulled him to you by his shirt collar, âHave been so good to me.â
Seonghwaâs hands ended up on your hips, âI wouldnât be anything else. Even with your freedom, youâre still my special Kitten. All I want to do is take care of you.â He played with the end of your hair, focused on the way it felt between his fingers, âI knew you were special when we met-â
â-Spare me the âI-knew-you-were-specialâ pitch,â you said, giving a disarming smile, âJongho and Yunho already used it.â
âUgh,â he grunted, âThat was going to be my line.â The two of you chuckled softly, then he said, âBut they're right. I couldnât place my finger on it at the time, but the first whiff of your scent threw me off. Not because you were a human dressed as succubus, but because humans typically didnât have specific scents. The brothel girls often smell like a mix of every demon theyâve been humped by; they smell like flesh and blood. You didnât. You smelled-â
â-Like honey?â you guessed, remembering what heâd told you.Â
âYes,â he admitted. âIt was electrifying. I never experienced anything like that before you. It didnât feel like a normal fuck for me. It felt intimate. It felt real. Every time feels like the first time with you. Rolling around in the sheets with you and my brothers,â he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, âIs encapsulating. For those few moments-â
â-Itâs like nobody exists but us?â you interrupted, taking his hands in yours.Â
âExactly. I get so wrapped up in you, in them, that I donât notice anything around me. I only think and care about you, Kitten,â he pecked your lips softly, âAnd how my butterflies dusted off their wings when we first kissed. They haven't flown in centuries.â
âLetâs get them some exercise then,â you grinned, arms sliding around his neck.Â
Seonghwaâs arms went around you: one hand slid up your back to your neck while the other went the opposite direction. Your fingers tangled in the ends of his black hair, feeling the silky curls on your fingertips up to the roots in his scalp. For that brief moment, Seonghwa drowned every sense. He became another world to get lost inside of. Neither of you noticed loyal servant, Yunho, standing nearby still until he coughed for attention.Â
âSorry, sir,â he said, nodding curtly, âBut the messenger is outside waiting for a response.â
âTell them sheâll be there soon,â he replied, only focusing on you. âRight now, sheâs mine. All mine.âÂ
âAs you wish, sir.âÂ
Yunho walked away, and Seonghwa took you over to the work table again. This time, neither of you concerned yourself with the plant and instead worked on removing each otherâs clothes.Â
All other worries went out the window right then.Â
****
âCurtsy like Yunho showed you. Only speak when spoken to. Donât make direct eye contact with her unless told to do so. Give the brothers glowing reviews on their treatment of you. Donât mention anything that can possibly cast a negative light on your situation. Lie, if you must. Downplay the sex. Tell her it doesnât happen as often, and that youâre mainly their female companion, nothing more.â
They gave you so much to remember you thought your head might pop. The ruffled ends of your dress rubbed between your nervous fingers. Off your shoulders, the pale pink chiffon dress came with embroidered pink freesias and leaves. Seonghwa thought covering you in florals might endear your grandmother to you more. You hoped that itâd work because otherwise youâd be at a disadvantage. In a white and gold carriage, the four of you sat together against the comfortable seats as it went through town.Â
âDo you remember what we told you to say?â Seonghwa asked.Â
The brothers wore fine tailored suits for the occasion. Seonghwa wore a black and white suit, sleek with clean silhouettes; Hongjoong added a bit more color with the crimson serpent and rose pattern shimmering faintly on the jacket. San kept himself modest and simple with a 3-buttoned blue suit, which you couldnât get enough of. You rarely saw the three of them wearing similar outfits before. Apparently, meeting royalty canceled out personal tastes. You noticed right away your pink dress would make you stand out amongst them even more.Â
âYes,â you nodded. The serpent-rose brooch on his breast gleamed in the sunlight, and you realized San and Hongjoong wore a similar one but in gold. Sons of Asmodeus making themselves known in Eden. Â
âDonât be nervous.â San sat beside you, his fingers sliding between yours to give a comforting squeeze. âLilith will love you. Firstly, youâre her granddaughter and also youâre a woman, so youâre immediately in her good books.â
âYeah, itâs us sheâs going to bear her fangs at,â said Hongjoong, slumped in his seat and gazing out the window. âShe hates men.â
âWhy?â
âShe likes to say itâs because she believes the female spirit should be celebrated and how womanhood is under constant threat of the patriarchy,â he said in a bored tone, âBut everyone knows itâs because of Adam.â
âAdam? Like, âAdam and Eveâ? That Adam?â
âYup. Word was that they were madly in love, but when she disobeyed God, God created Eve to replace her,â he said. âAnd Adam then fell in love with Eve. I donât remember the full story, but apparently Lilith managed to corrupt Eve, kill Adam and then claimed Eden as her own. She brought it down here, and started planting her Garden of Daughters.â
âGarden of Daughters?â
âShe created her children from plants,â explained San, âSo then she could control the sex of the babies. She only wanted girls.â
âEden is a paradise,â Hongjoong smirked to himself. âThe most beautiful women in all of Hell live there. God, I wouldâve given anything to have my pick of them once.â
âWhat changed your mind?â
âYou,â he smiled over at you, giving a subtle wink that warmed your cheeks. âHere, let me fix this.â
He reached over to straighten the pink diamonds hanging from your neck. He did nothing to hide his leering. His eyes stayed directly on your bosom, gently brushing it. When he settled it properly, he traced the back of his finger down to the tiny bit of cleavage. You already saw all the dirty thoughts running through his mind, creating a sly smirk.Â
âYou look beautiful like this,â he pondered, finger tracing over the tops of your breasts. His light touch spread warmth that had nothing to do with the sun. âI personally prefer you naked, but this is a good substitute.âÂ
âSeonghwa told me walking around Eden fully nude isnât âacceptable behaviorâ.â
âAh, what does he know? He always pisses on everyoneâs parade-â
â-You two do know Iâm right here?-â
â-Come here,â Hongjoong beckoned you closer, âGive me a kiss.â
âNo kisses,â Seonghwa pulled him back into his seat. âWe donât have any cold serum on us, and if she walked up to Lilith stinking of your cum, it might deflect from the picture weâre trying to paint.âÂ
âA little one wonât hurt,â he insisted, puckering his lips at you, but you shook your head and laughed.Â
âSeonghwaâs right,â you said. âThereâs plenty of time for kisses later.âÂ
âPromise?â he pouted like a kid being refused candy.Â
âI promise.âÂ
âWhat about me?â Sanâs hand smoothed over your lap to grab your inner thigh, âDo I get kisses later too?â
âAs many as you like,â you told him, âAnd maybe some special ones too?âÂ
âMy favorite,â he smiled, leaning close but forcing himself away in a deep breath. âGosh, I wish I wasnât so damn weak.â
âMe too,â Seonghwa agreed.Â
Your devilish giggle amused the men. Demons didnât differ from humans at all. A little glimpse of your chest or whispered promise of a âspecial kissâ turned them into melted popsicles. Pride fluttered whenever you left one of them wanting more, knowing that even if they'd owned you, you held the power. Your grandmother might see this at work and decide not to hate you.Â
âWhat do you plan to do?â Hongjoongâs question cuts across your thoughts.
âAbout what?â
âYour mom. She's likely there. What are you going to do if you see her?â
âI don't know,â you said, playing with the ribbon bracelet on your wrist. âI haven't seen her in such a long time.â
You really wouldn't know until you saw her yourself. You pictured the last time youâd seen your mother. Itâd been after graduation when you told her youâd be moving in with your friend, Kelly. She begged you to stay; she said sheâd leave your father, and youâd move in together. You didnât believe her. Maybe if youâd agreed to that, you wouldnât have died in a club bathroom, alone and stinking of booze and sweat. Youâre awful. Youâre cruel. You deserved to be in Hell, not her.
âI don't think she'd turn you away,â Seonghwa repeated his words from the greenhouse. âShe loved you, and likely still does.â
âIf she did, she would have known I was here.â It occurred to you that your death preceded hers. She might know you came to Inferno, and doesn't want to see you. You'd understand that, if it were true. âI wouldn't blame her if she didn't.â
âWe'll be right next to you the whole time,â San assured you. âIf she doesn't want you around, then you know you have us.â
The words comforted you regardless of how small. You wondered what Demon Andi looked like. She must be an imposing figure, since she is Lilithâs daughter. You wouldn't care. Seeing her would be enough.Â
The Gardens of Eden laid on the far outskirts of Hell. You knew it when you spotted thirty-foot tall hedges encompassing the land. Women in gold breastplate armor and leather walked along the battlements of the gates, keeping eye for visitors. Mingi, the driver for today, pulled up right to the iron gates where two more female guards stood. You only heard bits and pieces of Mingiâs conversation with the guard. The nerves swirling your guts made it difficult to care. You knew nothing about Lilith. She might be a horrid mistress of darkness whoâd punish you for what youâd done. She might be so offended sheâd strip you of everything. You saw yourself not putting up a fight this time.
Mingi drove through Eden, and you saw the quaint shops and houses lining the stone streets. Everything had some kind of vegetation growing around or on it. From bus benches to official looking buildings, Eden truly looked like Heaven in Hell. The air did not feel so hot, and the sun shined even with thin clouds covering the sky. It was when you arrived at the main âpalaceâ that you paid real attention. Reaching up into the sky, the palace sat on a high hill with three walls descending in size circling the place. Flowers you'd never seen before you poked out of the cracks and overran the gates. It looked magnificent. It reminded you of fairytale castles in picture books. Beautiful. Ethereal.Â
âMingi! Dude, whatâs up?â a female guard beamed brightly at him as he pulled up. âWhat brings you to this side of Inferno?â
âI have a new Sister,â he answered, nodding to the carriage. âSheâs come to see her grandmother.â
The guard brightened at this and peeked into the carriage. Your eyes met hers, and she smiled. âHoly shit,â she laughed, pleased to see you, âWell met, Sister. Weâve been expecting you. Drive on through, Mingi".â
âThanks, Diana.â
Mingi drove into the palace entrance and parked near a horse stable. More people wearing white and gold went to and fro, focused on their daily tasks than the new âSisterâ coming into town. Anxiety doubled when Mingi opened your door. You froze in place, body getting covered in a cold-sweat. You can't do this. You shouldn't do this.Â
âDon't be scared,â San said, offering you his hand to help you out. âI'm right here.â
But, youâd passed the point of no return. Youâd decided youâd go through with this, and you would, no matter what happened. Stepping down from the carriage, you walked with them towards the stone steps leading into the castle.
âRelax,â San said, reassuringly. âLilith is wonderful really. She might have a bad rep, but sheâs very fond of women. She wonât hurt you.â
âSheâs a demon princess who feels sheâs been lied to,â you noted. âShe has every reason to turn me into a frog or a flower or whatever.â
âNot with me around,â he said, kissing your hand. âAs long as Iâm alive, youâre safe, Darling.â
A bundle of peonies on a wall followed you with their âheadsâ. Mama. She loved them.Â
Reaching the tall open doors, more guards stood beside security sensors. Instructed to remove any jewelry or metal items, you did it without thinking. All the castle windows had no glass. Only more plant life. You could feel them feeding off the sun and carbon dioxide in the air, returning it with their own oxygen. Tiny bumblebees floated around flowers on the wall, and butterflies flew near the ceiling. You tried finding comfort in the environment, but it only reminded you of her again. You wished sheâd leave you alone, but also remain in your spirit at the same time. She might not even be here. You might be freaking out for nothing. Passing through security, Mingiâs weapons and a blade San kept hidden were turned into an armory window.
âMy lords!â a female voice chimed.Â
You looked up to see a young woman coming down the steps. In a gown of white muslin, she bowed and greeted the four of you. She wore a tiara of daisies atop her dark hair, and painted the same ones around her thin eyes. Unlike succubi, this woman glowed faintly. Something about her radiated warmth and gentleness. You weren't sure how, but a connection happened between you. This intensified when she locked eyes with you and smiled brightly. You felt as if you knew her, though youâd never met.
âWelcome Sister YN,â she said. âHer Highness has been eagerly waiting for you. We are so glad you've arrived at last. I'm Artemis, Daughter to Lady Rhea. Weâre cousins!â she nearly leapt as she hugged you tightly, giggling with delight.
âA cousin?â you never thought about your extended family. Your mother never mentioned them. She always steered away from the conversation whenever youâd asked. âUm, wow. Nice to meet you.â
âWhere is Her Highness?â Seonghwa asked, searching for her in the large hall.Â
âIn the citrus groves,â Artemis answered, her eyes surveying him. âShe is taking tea there right now. She wishes to see you and your brothers as well.â
âLead on, then.â
Artemis linked her arm with yours to guide you ahead of the men. âI can't believe she invited them here,â she huffed irritably. âMen in Eden. Itâs not right.â
âMen donât live here?â
âNo,â she shook her head. âBefore your mother left us, we werenât allowed to leave Eden. Grandmother said that our walls and gardens are meant to protect us from those who would hurt us.âÂ
âTheyâre not like that,â you told her, recalling how the masters treated you before you gained freedom. âThey might not be Prince Charming, but theyâre good ones.âÂ
âPsh, thereâs no such thing. Youâll see that with time, Sister.â
âMaybe thatâs why theyâre so worried about meeting her,â you said.Â
âThey should be,â she replied. âPrincess Lilith is the Guardian of Eden, the Queen of Flowers, and Mother of Womankind. She protects all women, and celebrates their femininity. Were it not for her, many of us would be pleasure slaves in the slums or working in the circles.â
You tried hiding your face, shame coming over you. You'd made that choice: escaping one evil to end up in another. For a brief moment, you imagined a life where you knew the truth. But, this thought was interrupted by music. Â
A tranquil melody came from somewhere nearby. In a courtyard of flowers, you saw three women sitting on stone benches. They all wore long thin dresses they kept belted at their waists. Hair falling down their backs, they mightâve been mistaken for angels if it werenât for the curled horns and tails poking through their gowns. One woman sat playing a lyre lightly, while the other two harmonized in song. You recognized the language as Latin, or at least you thought so. The women mustâve felt your stare since they gazed up as you walked by. They smiled and waved, and you did the same. Comforting. This castle felt comforting and safe.Â
âGood morrow, Sister,â one passing woman said to you and Artemis.Â
âUm, morning?â
âMorning Sister Calypso.â
âIs everyone here related?â you asked Artemis.Â
âSister is the general term,â she explained. âLadies of Eden see all women as sisters and Princess Lilith is our mother. She birthed most of us in her gardens, while some are granddaughters of different generations.â
âThey mentioned I'm a first-generation granddaughter?â
âYou're one of the first granddaughters.â
âThere are others?â
âOh yes. Princess Lilith had twelve daughters. For instance, Iâm a first generation too because my mother, Rhea, is Lilithâs third daughter.â Artemis then looked at you curiously, âDid you not know that?â
You had twelve aunts? Twelve? âNo. My mother never mentioned them to me.â
âThen this will truly be a grand homecoming!â she beamed, unbothered by your ignorance. âEveryoneâs here! Everyone! Oh, I just know the other girls will be excited to meet you. Youâre all theyâve talked about since this morning. I know Iâve been elated. Itâs always wonderful when a new Sister comes to Eden.âÂ
Artemis then led you into a citrus grove. The fragrant smell of oranges, peaches, lemons, grapefruits and other citrus fruits wafted between the trees. You imagined they stayed ripe and growing regardless of season. Mama had a mango tree once, and sheâd let you pick them when they became ripe. Sheâd love it here, you knew that much.Â
The sound of laughter carried through the trees from up ahead. Your feet turned cold and numb in your sandals, and your sweaty hands skidded on the smooth fabric. The row of trees ended in an archway leading into a small enclosure of more flowers and fruits. At a stone table, three women sat chattering over a game of cards. Two of them wore the white flowing garb of Ladies, while a third wore a peach colored one. She had a golden circlet in her black hair, several purple orchids molded into the band. Her otherworldly appearance intimidated and fascinated you. Her long horns stretched behind her, and she'd put gold bands around her short tail. This was Lilith, your grandmother.Â
âGrandmother,â Artemis brought you through the archway, âOur new Sister has arrived.â
All three women turned when you approached. Lilith gazed upon you, studying from afar. For a moment, you worried sheâd transform you into a plant or bug to stomp on you, but no. Instead, the Queen of Flowers smiled fondly. All three women stood up from the table, and she walked over to you. Crimson eyes scanned over your face many times, as if examining a beautiful painting.
âWell, look at you,â she finally said, lifting your chin to turn your face side to side. âOh,â she sighed, âSuch a gorgeous flower. You really do look like Andromeda. If youâd come to me from the beginning, you wouldâve flourished so well here.â
âThank you, Your Highness?â
She laughed, a chime in the wind, âCall me âGrandmotherâ, darling. Every Sister here does.âÂ
Her warmth turned icy as she gazed upon Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and San behind you. âMy lords,â she said coldly, hands clasped in front of her, âWelcome to Eden.â
âThank you for inviting us, Your Highness,â Seonghwa said with a curt bow. âIt's a pleasure to see you again, Auntie.â
âIt'd be a merrier occasion if it weren't marred by current events. Tell me,â she stepped forward, âWhen did you plan on informing me of my granddaughter?âÂ
âAs soon as her paperwork went through,â Seonghwa answered. âI swear, Your Highness, we didn't know she was a cambion. We were equally surprised when her powers began flourishing. I suspect being in a demonic environment triggered her dormant abilities. We, of course, would have told you once we had confirmation of who and what she was. YN wanted to visit right away, but we told her we should wait. This delay wasnât her fault at all.â
âAnd how long had she been your pleasure slave?â This question stunned the men, so she continued, âDemons such as yourselves would not take up a beauty like YN because she's a good servant. I am more than aware of a man's appetites and inability for self-control. How long?â
âThree months or so,â he answered honestly.Â
Her disapproval came out in a soft grunt.Â
âWe never did anything Lady YN didn't already want,â he continued. âWe would never do anything to hurt YN.â
âAs far as you know, boy,â she said spitefully. âYN?â her tone suddenly turned soft again as she turned to you. âIs this true?â
âYes,â you admitted, looking into her eyes. âYou might look down on that-I don't know- but I have enjoyed living with them. They treat me well there, and even more so now that I'm no longer a slave.â
She considered this. Like with Seonghwa, you felt her surveying you. âIs that so?â you saw a teasing smirk cross face, âYou're a true Lady of Eden then. I only ask because men can be aggressive when they want something a woman won't give them,â she told you gently. âYou were a slave for so long. Imagining what men put you through sickens me. If I knew about you earlier, you'd be living here where you're safe.âÂ
âShe's perfectly safe with us, Auntie,â San said. âI'd never let anyone or anything harm YN. She has become very special to all of us.â
âShe also has a bodyguard who watches over her day and night,â Seonghwa added.Â
âWith those plants of hers, she's not exactly a helpless kitten anymore,â Hongjoong said. âHer blood is poisonous and her pets are very protective of her.â
âPets?â
âThe plants in my greenhouse,â you told her. âSeonghwa's experiments. They went a long time without being taken care of, so I have been watching over them. Theyâre pretty attached to me, I think.â
âHow intriguing,â she said, as if the plants weren't Seonghwaâs idea. She wrapped her arm around yours, âI will take YN from here. You three can wait in the parlor. I think youâll find it satisfactory.â
âThank you, Your Highness.âÂ
Seonghwa lightly kissed your cheek, âSee you soon, love.â
âDonât do anything I wouldnât,â teased Hongjoong before he kissed you, âOr anything that I would.â
âIâll be counting the minutes until I see you again, Darling,â San said in his crooning tone that made you laugh. You laughed in his gentle kiss, shaking your head.Â
âUgh, just go,â you said, pushing gently. You watched them leave, putting them to memory before turning to your grandmother. Her confused expression worried you. âSorry,â you said quickly, âItâs how we, uh, you know, say goodbye.âÂ
She nodded, wrapped her arm around yours and started walking. âHow long have you been in Inferno, sweetling?â she asked, not going to touch the romantic display of affection.Â
âAbout eight or nine years now,â you admitted, wondering if you should have kissed them in front of her.Â
âWhere did you end up when you arrived?â
âCircle of Lust.â
âAs expected,â she snorted, leading you out of the enclosure and through the grove. âA woman as beautiful as you no doubt had plenty of lovers in her lifetime.â
âI might have had a few.â
âHow did you pass?â
Shame suddenly came over you. You felt cold as you said, âI overdosed in a bathroom.â
Lilith remained silent a minute, mulling over the information. âHow tragic,â she finally said, âThat mustâve been terrible for you.â
âI guess. I donât remember much of it, to be honest. I remember getting super dizzy, and throwing up in the toilet. There was this terrible pain in my chest, so I was breathing hard and choking on the vomit. I sort of, I guess, knew I was dying? I started panicking which made everything worse. When I got here, I was in this big forest for a super long time. I didnât even know what I was looking for to be honest.â
âNobody does. That is the purpose of the forest, but you found it eventually. Oh,â she frowned, âI canât imagine how terrified youâd been. The circles are not gentle places. I understand why you might have chosen to be a pleasure slave.â
âI wanted to escape the circle, and that was the only way.â
Her face soured at that. No doubt hearing about her granddaughter working in a brothel upset her deeply. âHow disgusting,â she said, âThose pigs in the slums peddling my daughters and granddaughters to the highest bidders. Iâve seen the conditions those women live in, and itâs despicable. Iâd burn the whole damn brothel district to the ground if I could. But, as thatâs Asmodeusâs territory, I have no authority there.â
âBut, I bet any man who lingers around here ends up in worse shape than if heâd stayed away?â
She smirked, âItâs happened quite a lot. Those demons in the city like sneaking in here to try getting at my girls. The last time one of them did that, I had the scum broken on the wheel. Nobody touches my girls. Nobody.â You heard the bite in her voice as she brought you out of the citrus groves and through a garden path. âEvery woman ever born is a giver of life. We take care of the home and hearth; we endure and persevere against the men who do us harm; we fight and stand up for ourselves and our sisters. Our plants,â she stopped by a flower wall, âOur special Eden are our children and our protectors.â She cradled one blossom in her hand, brushing the supple petals with her thumb. âNature is strong. Iâve seen tornadoes level out entire towns in a single night. I have witnessed the oceans rise and drown thousands of people. I wanted all my daughters to be nature personified, strong and resilient against the odds.â
âThatâs admirable,â you stood beside her, taking in the floral wall. âI donât know if your ideals got through to all your daughters.â
She paused, sadness in her eyes, âAndromeda.â
âAndromeda. She let my father abuse her for years. She took every hit and insult instead of fighting back. If she was a demon, why did she let that happen?â
âNot all strength is physical,â she explained. âIt takes lots of endurance and courage to remain in a relationship like that one. I imagine she put up with it for you.â
âFor me?â
âIf your father hadnât beat your mother, he certainly wouldâve turned on you. Andromeda would take a hundred punches for you. I know sheâd jump in front of a knife or a bullet for you.âÂ
Deep down, you knew she spoke the truth. You couldnât count the amount of times your mother got between you and your father. Sheâd find a way to redirect his anger to her, so his fists landed on her face instead of yours.Â
And you abandoned her.Â
âIs she here?â
âShe is. Where did you think I was taking you?â
You left the flowers behind and she brought you into another part of the massive castle gardens.
ââŠHeâs got something that I canât resist, but he doesnât even know that I-I-I exist.â
You heard her before you saw her. Her soft voice moved through towards you like a lighthouse in a bay. Lilith let you go ahead of her while she hung back by the entrance. Surrounded by all varieties of flora, you gulped down the ball in your throat. In a thin dress of pale blue, Lady Andromeda looked different from Andi YLN. Cream-colored horns stuck upwards in waves, with a short matching tail. She wore a headscarf to keep her hair out of her face like at home. Tears burned your eyes looking at her. Every terrible thing you ever said filled your ears and made the feeling worse.
âOther fellas, call me up for a date, but I just sit and wait. Iâd rather concentrate on Johnny AngelâŠ"â
Her voice sounded exactly the same. It washed over you like a cool breeze on a hot day. With her hair held back, you saw her profile. The shape of her nose matched yours, but her jawline came out sharper. Soft lips curled into a smile as she tended to the garden bed. You recognized tomato plants by the ripe fruits hanging off the vines. Sheâd wept when you walked out of the house, duffle bag over your shoulder and anger in your chest. She begged you to come back. She pleaded for you to stay with her; she said youâd be safer with her. You never wondered what she meant by that. You watched her withered hands work the soil gently, pulling weeds from the bottom. Her singing brought the old favorite back to you, and it came out as easily as breathing.
âAnd pray that someday heâll love me, and together we will see how lovely heaven will beâŠâ
The lyrics stamped into your memory flowed out shakily. They came through your thick tears, which flowed freely down your cheeks to your jaw. She stopped singing right away. Her hands stayed in the dirt, staring at the plants. Slowly, your mother turned her head to look at you. Regret brought forth more tears as you stepped into the sunshine. Her eyes, a similar shade to yours, stared at you in shock and disbelief.
âYN?â she whispered your name, hands curling into her dress. âIs thatâŠâ
âHi Mama.â
Andromeda carefully stood up and faced you. She nervously walked towards you, drinking in the vision of you. You looked over her face again, remembering every smile. Any moment, you expected claws to sink into your shoulders to drag you from her. Theyâll pierce your skin, whispering the hurtful things you said and claimed. You werenât worthy of this reunion. You should never have dared show your face to her. The closer she came, the more tears she shed. She hates you.
âLittle AndiâŠâ she said, âMy honey cakeâŠLook at you,â she exhaled through her chest, âYouâre so beautiful; so much more than I ever imagined.â
âIâm sorry, Mama.â
You sobbed, and there she came. She wrapped her arms around you, the scent of peonies in her skin and hair. Each sob wracked through your body, uncontrollable in every breath. The trembling went from shoulders to hands; you thought you might get weak knees from it. Every argument. Every disparaging remark. Every time you ever told yourself you hated her rushed back. She'd done so much for you, and you'd kicked her to the curb.Â
âI left you alone,â you cried. âI left you alone. Iâm sorry, Mama. Iâm so sorry.â
âHush now, sweet baby,â she cooed, stroking your hair and pecking your temple. âI expected it to happen, if Iâm honest. Daughters of Lilith are hard to keep locked up forever.â She finally lifted your head from her shoulder and cupped your head in her hands. âThe only one I couldnât forgive was myself.â
âFor what?â you asked through your tears.
âFor not telling you things in the first place,â she said. âI should have. Maybe if I'd been honest, things may have turned out differently. Look,â she released you, though still holding your hands, âLetâs have some tea and we can talk about whatever you want.â
You nodded, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand before she withdrew her handkerchief.
She wiped your cheeks for you, studying your face again. âI bet you were a maneater up there,â she smirked knowingly. âI used to laugh at any boy who ended up infatuated with you. They had no idea who they were getting into.â
âI know. I remember.â
âLucas,â she called out into the air, âLucas!â
âYour Highness?â a young boy materialized from the thick hedges, dressed in an outfit made of leaves like Peter Pan. Only difference was his scarlet eyes and the tiny horns sticking out of his head. An Imp.Â
âWeâll take afternoon tea in the west gazebo today.â
âRight away, my lady.â
She guided you out of her plot and towards the western side of the garden. âWhat have you learned about yourself so far?â she asked on the way there.
âThat I can regrow plants and talk to them,â you said.
âThatâs all? Hm, weâll have to fix that.â
You couldnât take your eyes off her. You worried if you did, sheâd disappear.Â
âMama,â you said, âWhat happened after I left?â
âNot now, YN.â
âDid he get better? Worse?â
âYN.â
âI want to know, Mama,â you told her. âI left you behind. I want to know what ended up happening. He couldnât have been happy about it.â
She sighed, âHe wasn't. He saw it as another servant walking out on him. He didn't even change after I gave him pestilence.â
âPestilence?â
âSickness curse. It can take any form of illness, and your father's turned into cirrhosis of the liver,â she said. âThe doctors told us it was too advanced and irreversible. They could've done a transplant, but heâd be on a waiting list for a while. He ended up dying before then.â You caught a shadow of a smile on her face, âHe was told to stop drinking, and you knew your dad. He always did whatever he wanted; he never listened to anyone, no matter how good the advice. I woke up one day and found him throwing up everywhere. He died at the hospital.â
âYou called me,â you said guiltily, âAnd I ignored your call.â
âI know.â
âI shouldnât have. I should have gone home for the funeral at least.â
âI wouldnât have wanted you to.â
She brought you to a wooden gazebo in the middle of a circular garden. Two small children had set up a spread for tea time. At least, they looked like children. You learned a long time ago demon imps often resembled children. The sole difference between an Imp and demon offspring were the eyes: Imps had dark glowing eyes, while demon children only had crimson rings. She brought you over to the table, where theyâd set up an afternoon tea setting with tea, finger sandwiches, scones and small tartlets and cakes. You had no appetite. The sadness sitting inside you took up too much space.Â
âWhy would you not want me to come home?â you asked her, watching her prepare a cup of tea. You almost did not want to know the answer, but asked.Â
âThey would have found you.â
You paused, not noticing the Imp placing a finger sandwich on your plate. âWho?â
âDemons.â She paused for a moment, eating her sandwich then said, âI didnât want you to end up here, YN. Itâs why I did not register you. Itâs why I tolerated and endured your father. His wickedness kept away any demons who mightâve tried sneaking into our home. If they discovered you, they wouldâve taken you away from me. IâŠâ she let a small dandelion wrap around her finger, watching it coil like a snake until it sprouted past her fingertip, âI told myself when I left home that Iâd follow my own path. I told myself that just because I was a demon did not mean I must live like them. I knew if I had any children, my mother would send demons to bring them here. I didnât want that. I wanted you to grow up away from this, but it seems it found you anyways.â
âI donât know, Ma,â you said, âThis place is pretty awesome. Where Iâm living right now is pretty bitchinâ too.â
She snorted, âWhy am I not surprised? My mother will never admit that Asmodeusâs boys always come out so handsome. I just hope they didn't force themselves upon you.â
âNot at all. I like them.â
âOnly like?â
âI haven't lived with them very long,â you said.Â
You took her in as she ate and drank tea. She couldn't be there. This wasn't real. Any second this dream would turn dark and bleak, with its claws forcing you away again. Ever since you arrived at the Black Keep, Mama came to you more and more. You found yourself thinking of sunny days and fresh lemonade. The sight of her sitting so near felt unreal to you; another daydream brought to life to torment you.Â
âWhy did you leave here in the first place?â you asked her. âSeonghwa mentioned something about not being able to leave here?â
âHe's right,â she nodded. âBefore my return, Ladies of Eden were forbidden to leave the city. My mother claimed it was to keep us safe, but that never sat right with me. I shared the same sentiments as you: I wanted to break free. Eden might be heaven in hell, but it felt so suffocating. Instead of cherishing my darling plants, I felt restrained by their vines. There was a whole world beyond this garden city waiting to be explored. So, one night, when everyone slept, I dug a tunnel and escaped,â she shrugged. âI went to the living world and decided to make a new life there.â
âDidn't you miss it here?â
âI did. I thought about going back several times,â she admitted, eating a finger sandwich. âBut then I met your father and things changed.â
âThey did?âÂ
âYes,â she nodded. âHe wasn't the way you remember him.â She smiled softly, âHe was charismatic and charming. He liked flowers, poetry and music. We used to go to dances and dance the night away, drinking and kissing. I never felt that way for anyone before. I'd never fallen for a man. I'd been taught they were violent, evil beings, but your father didn't seem that way.â
âThen he became a drunken asshole.â
âYour father went through a lot during the war, honey,â she said. âA lot of men did back then. I tried getting through to him, but nothing I said worked. Your fatherâŠ.A part of him died on the battlefield, I think.â
âIs heâŠâ you felt afraid to ask, âIs he here? In Hell?â
âNo,â she shook her head, âHe went to Purgatory when he died.â
âReally?â
âHe hadn't sinned enough to end up here but wasn't good enough for Paradise,â she said. âIn Purgatory, he can repent and earn his way there. Kind of like how people here can fight in the arena to win their ticket to Purgatory.â
âHave you seen him?â
âNo.â
âWould you ever want to?â
She hesitated, sipping from her tea cup. âYes.â
âReally? Why?â
âI don't know. To slap him? To kiss him? To tell him that I hated him, loved him, missed him, wanted him dead, wanted him alive? I don't know, darling.â You watched her grow a daffodil from out of her palm. She looked at it with forlorn eyes, âWe had our first kiss in this meadow outside of town. He blew on a daffodil, and when I asked him what he wished for, he said he wished for me to kiss him.â She laughed softly, âI loved him so much back then. I thought he was the love of my life.â
âYou thought?â
âYes, until I met someone else.â She looked over at you, tears in her eyes and daffodils spiraling around her fingers. âYou were the most precious being I'd ever seen. I realized I hadn't known true love until you came. I held you in my arms that night in complete disbelief. I couldn't believe a creature like me created something so pure and innocent. I never loved anything as wonderful as-YN?â
And you hated her. You, her true love, hated and ignored her. She loved you beyond all reason, never giving up on you once, and there you'd been: in your designer outfits scowling as you held the phone to your ear. You couldn't imagine the heartache you'd caused. Tears stung around your sinuses, and you sniffled them away until they poured back out. Your head fell into your hands, body shaking in each hard sob. The day you died must have been the worst day of her entire life. When her gentle hands touched your arm, you knew she'd comfort you like she always did.Â
âCome here,â she said, gradually pulling you to face her. With your body turned to her, your mother tenderly removed your hands from your face.Â
âWhy don't you hate me?â you asked her thickly.Â
âI'm incapable of hating you,â she answered, tears starting to form in her eyes. âEven when you walked out of my life, I loved you. You might understand that some day, but I couldn't hate you ever.â She wiped your tears with her handkerchief again, âI do wish you'd stayed with me, but I knew you had to go. I knew you had to spread your wings and fly away from home, even if that leaving me-â
â-I was so mean to you,â you rasped. âI never called or wrote to you. I told people I either didn't have a mom or that we don't talk anymore. Mama,â you took both her hands, âI used to like telling myself I lived with no regrets. But, I've realized that isn't true. I regret cheating people out of their money. I regret getting high in the bathroom. I regret being cruel to you, Mama,â you said in a breath. âI regret drifting away and never looking back. Maybe if I had-â
â-Let's not live with âMaybeâ,â she interrupted. âShe's a bitch and says mean things.â She tucked hair from your face and said, âI donât hold it against you, love. It mustâve seemed that way to you because you didnât know the truth. I should have told you. Thereâd been so many times where I considered it, but by the time I decided, youâd already gone. The past is the past, sweetheart. The best thing the two of us can do is move forward from it.â She kissed your cheek, and you basked in the comfort of her kiss. âEat something. You must be so hungry.â
The two of you sat there for what felt like hours. You learned everything about her then: her birth, her escape, and her life in the living world until she met your father and had you. You told her about your flashy, living fast life before your death. Lovers, enemies and friends all sprung back to you as you talked. You wondered, as you told her a story about a night at a club, if you lived a fulfilling life. It sounded so shallow out loud. You never made lasting connections, never settled down or stopped to relax. Everything was money, sex and power. Nothing meaningful remained to you.Â
âThink of it like this,â she said when you told her this, âYou're getting a second chance.â
âA second chance?â
âYou're not a prisoner here anymore,â she said. âYou're getting a second life down here; you can make those connections and have that meaningful feeling, whatever they might be.â She hesitated before saying, âYou can start with those handsome men who adore you already.â
âThey just like screwing me,â you scoffed.Â
âIt doesnât seem that way to me.â
âYouâve only seen me with them for a few minutes, and we werenât really talking to one another.â
She laughed at your words. âI donât need to see it to feel it. I saw the four of you together, and I immediately sensed their protectiveness over you. How Seonghwa was quick to tell your grandmother that none of it was your fault; San holding your hand so comfortingly, telling you it would be okay-â
â-How?âÂ
âThe flowers, Darling,â she said, the daffodil sprouted brand new as her words. âSons of Lust do not attach to partners very easily. Most of them never marry or take up personal slaves. Yet, here are three of them being more than fond of a single person.â She let the flower swirl around her hand, âWhen you can see through your flowers, youâll be able to watch them as much as they watch over you.âÂ
âMy flowersâŠWhen can I learn how to do that?â
âWith time and practice.â She then said, âI can teach you. If anyone should be showing you how to hone your talents, it should be another botanical sorceress, not a bunch of horny incubi.âÂ
âYouâd do that?â
âOf course I would,â she smiled. âWhy would I not? I wouldâve been your teacher if youâd known sooner. You could also learn from your aunts, your cousins, your nieces-â
â-I have nieces?!-â
â-And your grandmother, of course, will insist on teaching you. Theyâre all masters in various aspects of our kind, so you wouldnât be missing out on anything.â
âWeâd love to teach you!â
You and your mother turned to see two women standing a few feet away. The blond wore a soft yellow gown while the brunette wore a lavender dress with floral borders. When they smiled at you, a special kind of warmth surged in your chest. You had never seen these women in your life, yet you felt as if you knew them. The same feeling you had with Artemis.
âYN,â your mother stood up and you copied her, âThese are two of your aunts: Gaia,â the blond curtsied, âAnd Rhea.â
âHello,â you smiled at them.Â
âYou really do look like Andromeda,â Rhea said in a low voice, marveling over you as they approached. âI always wondered what natural born daughters might look like. My own girls hardly look anything like me.â
âNeither do mine.â
âYour daughters? You mean, my cousins, right?â
âYes,â Gaia giggled. âIf a certain someone,â she shot a look to your mother, âHad told us about you in the beginning, you wouldâve known all of us. Oh,â she hugged you tightly, which made you laugh, âHow weâre so glad youâre here! Weâre always happy to welcome a new daughter!â
âYou had your turn, Sister,â Rhea told your mother, âWeâre taking her to the rose gardens now.â
âNo, Sisters, I think thatâs too soon.â
âToo soon for a girl to meet the rest of her family?â she questioned, already taking your hand in hers. âMother insists on it.âÂ
âMy girls are going to love you!â Gaia beamed.Â
*****
The rose gardens must've been an Eden daughter hangout. Several poofs, pillows and blankets scattered around like picnic spots with a pavilion in the center. Underneath it sat a group of girls in the flowing dressdz and floral crowns of Eden Ladies. They appeared to be chatting together with a spread of food and drinks in front of them. All of them looked like the epitome of beauty. You understood what Hongjoong meant by wishing he could stay. You would too, if you were him.Â
âLadies!â Gaia clapped her hands for attention, âLadies!â
The girls all turned to look at her. âYour cousin is here,â Rhea said with a smile. âLady YN, Marchioness of the Trees and a Lady of Eden. Sheâs your Aunt Andromedaâs daughter, so she's your first gen-â
â-Cousin!â The group cried in unison, rushing down the steps to you.Â
You didn't have a moment to breathe before they were on you. Kisses, tight hugs and excited squeals surrounded you. Somehow, the group guided you over to the pillows and blankets in the pavilion without you realizing. You finally got a look at all four of them: you recognized Artemis, but you didn't know the other three. They all wore different flowers in their hair, likely signifying something about them.Â
âUm, uh, hi?â you began with uncertainty.Â
âYN,â Artemis began, âAllow me to introduce our first cousins: This is Kali, Aunt Rhea's daughter,â the brunette with the button nose and square jaw waved, âThis is Hera, Aunt Aurora's daughter,â the freckled red haired girl smiled, âAurora's your mother's sister; you haven't met her yet.â
âOkay, cool.â
âAnd I'm Hestia!â the youngest of them chimed in. She had lilies weaved into her long, coarse braid, and large almond eyes. âSister Freyaâs my mother. You haven't met her either but she's going to be thrilled when you do. We heard about you this morning, and we've gotten a bunch of stuff ready for you.â
âLike what?â
âYour garden patch for one,â said Hera. âWe put all the tools you might need, if you're the kind to tend the plants by hand. I personally prefer using magic, but everyone's different.â
âThere's also your room,â Kali said. âGrandmother said you can sleep in the room next to Andromedaâs, so you guys are together.â
âHow was your talk with her?â asked Artemis curiously. âMy mother said she'd kept you a big secret from us. You guys must have had fun catching up.â
âIt wasâŠspecial, for sure. I never thought I'd see her again,â you said. âI didn't know I was part demon until Seonghwa and his brothers bought me. Well,â you thought for a moment, âThey technically stole me since San killed my previous owner-â
â-You were a slave?â asked Hestia, her eyes wide. âHow terrible!â
âYeah, for a while. But, it's how I found out who and what I am.â
âWait, you mentioned Seonghwa,â said Kali. âAsmodeusâs son?â
âYeah.â You saw their unsettled glances, âWhy? What's wrong with that?â
âIt's not that it'sâŠâ she exchanged a glance with Hera, who hid a giggle behind her hand. She then blurted out, âOh my god, what are they like?!â
âHuh?â
âAre they romantic? Passionate?â
âWhat stuff do they like?!â
âTheyâre so dreamy,â Hestia swooned. âSeonghwaâs eyes are like deep pools I could stare in forever. Heâs so sophisticated and smart.âÂ
âHongjoongâs such a rebel,â said Hera, the tips of her ears turning pink. âHe never does anything people tell him; he doesnât act like the other men that come here. Theyâre all so boring.â
âAnd heâs so exciting!â beamed Kali. âI heard he used to go to the brothels in the city and buy the whole house for himself. One girl said he could go for hours.âÂ
âUgh, gross,â said Aretmis with her arms crossed. âI can't believe you three. Daughters of Lilith fawning over useless man-things. It's shameful.â
âIt's okay to look, Sister,â Hera reasoned. âWe like men but we don't like them,â she explained to you. âThey like seeing us women as playthings, so why shouldn't we see them the same way?âÂ
âI get that,â you nodded. âI used to be the same way. Men liked to use me, so I used them back. It definitely got me farther than it did for them.â
âOoh, tell us more!â
You spent some time telling the girls about your experiences with men. From high school athletes to hot shot business guys, every man youâd slept with gained you something in return. Whether it be popularity, a higher status or money, you never hooked up with someone unless it benefitted you. The meaningful relationships you could have built really turned into stepping stones to something better. Once a guy began boring you or lost his purpose in your life, you found another. The men in clubs or bars were the morsels you devoured in between. Some treated you well, others not so much. By the time you entered enslavement, youâd learned how men think and act.
âThey donât act any differently down here,â you shrugged, picking at a grape from the spread. âIt was rough at first, but once I figured out my place in the world, I adapted to it.â
âThat must have been difficult still,â Artemis frowned. âHaving men abuse you night after night, being demeaned and having your dignity stripped off you little by littleâŠIâm surprised youâre not sick or pregnant from being in those places.â
âI guess I was lucky,â you shrugged.Â
âThen you were bought by our uncles,â said Kali.Â
âIn a way. Theyâre saints compared to the way some men before have treated me.â
âWhat I can't get over is how you disrespected so many of your fellow women,â Artemis said. âWomen are blood through our feminine spirit. You went around sleeping with other womensâ husbands and boyfriends to satisfy and secure your own needs. You speak about ruining people's relationships as if it doesn't matter to you. Didn't that bother you?â
âIt does now, I suppose. I never thought of it like that. Breaking people up wasn't my intention.â
âOnly an unexpected result,â she drawled.Â
âBut, they weren't the only casualties in your search for power and money,â Hera noted, sipping from a wine cup. âYou were hurt as well. You might have not known it at the time, but those fleeting relationships left you empty inside. I know they must have. None of your lovers stayed, did they? They always picked their wives or girlfriends over you, didn't they?â
âFunny you mentioned that,â you said, finding the irony humorous. âI told my mother the same thing. I spent so much of my life floating around that I didn't make anything lasting. The friendships I had were shallow and self-serving. The romantic relationships I built could be torn down in minutes. I thought I was living at the time, and in a way I did, but was I really?âÂ
You heard the hedge nearby shift slightly, and every nerve in you stiffened. As the girls discussed their opinions on men, you took a whiff of the downwind scent. Cinnamon. Candy. Roses. Your boyfriends clearly hadn't gone to the men's quarters as directed.Â
âGetting married and having children isnât a marker of having lived well,â said Hestia. âThatâs what my mother says. It can be for some people, but not everyone.â
âBeing charitable, loving with your heart and building a home and community of people you care about,â said Artemis. âScheming, cheating, lying, and ruining others' lives in pursuit of your own desires doesnât sound meaningful to me. It sounds exhausting. It sounds lonely and sad at the end. Burning so many bridges leads to loneliness. Iâm not saying you need to be best friends with everyone, but having people who love you isnât bad.â
âMy mother loved me,â you said out loud, though you hadnât thought about it. âShe loved me regardless of what I did or said. IâŠâ you stopped eating the grapes. That sinking guilt weighed down your stomach, âI never met anyone who loved me so unconditionally.â
âAs it should be.â
Their scent came to you once more. You turned your head to the bushes and called out.Â
âI know you guys are there!â
âHuh?â Artemis looked in their direction, âWho's here?â
âSeonghwa, Hongjoong and San.â
âWhere?â asked Hestia hopefully.Â
âBehind the bushes,â you nodded toward the tall hedges lining the garden. âWe know youâre there!â
âThey're not allowed here,â the eldest said, crossing her arms. She stood up as she said, âCome out of the bushes, you! My grandmother is going to be livid when she finds out you're not in the men's area.â
âWe come in peace, oh Divine One,â Hongjoong broke through the hedge first, hands up in surrender. âWe wanted to make sure our beloved wasn't upset. She was nervous about coming, and we got worried.â
âAs you can see, she's fine,â she replied. âYou can leave.â
âLast time I checked,â Seonghwa and San appeared next, âYou were a rank below us, so you can't tell us what to do, Marchioness.â
Artemis scowled, unable to refute this. âLet them stay, Cousin,â Kali said. âThey obviously aren't here to hurt any of us.â
âHm, yes,â she said spitefully, âTheyâre here to collect their plaything. YNâS a free woman now, and she doesn't need your permission or supervision to be here. So, go.â
âHow was your visit, Darling?â San asked, ignoring her as he approached you. âI hope it didn't go too badly.â
ââDarlingâ?â Artemis scoffed. âYou even call her by demeaning nicknames?â
âIt's not demeaning,â you told her. âI let them call me by their little pet names. It's cute,â you grinned back at San. âIt went better than I thought. We sat and talked over tea for a while. I didn't realize exactly how much I missed her until then.â
âGrandmother will be furious if she finds out you're here.â
âBut you ladies are so much more fun than that boring room,â said Seonghwa sitting between you and Hestia. âThere isn't anything for me to do in there,â he told her, letting the suggestion linger to make the young woman giggle and blush. âWhat's your name, beautiful one?â
âHestia,â she said shyly.Â
âThat's a beautiful name. You're one of Aurora's daughters, right?â
âNo, Freyaâs,â she shook her head.Â
âAh, yes, of course,â he said in fake realization. âYou know, she's my favorite cousin.â
âReally?â
âYes, and you're just as lovely as her.â.Â
âHi Hongjoong,â Hera said timidly, playing with her hair as he sat with her and Kali.
âHello Hera,â he replied kindly. âHello Kali.â
âYou remember us?â Hera asked with a sweet smile.Â
âHow could I forget you two? The dance you both did at the Hallowâs Eve festival wasâŠinspiring,â he smirked at their bashful faces.Â
You couldn't help the stab of jealousy seeing the flirtation. San caught onto this right away, âIt gets us to stay here,â he explained. âWe wanted to see you. It really is boring in the menâs quarters. It's literally just a room with a table and a chair.â
âI still don't like it.â
âFlirting doesn't mean they love you less, Darling,â he said, brushing hair from your shoulder. âIt's a bit of fun, that's all. You can have fun with us too,â he pecked your lips, âLots of it.â
You chuckled softly, âIs this all I do for you? Turn you on?â
âYou actually make me incredibly soft,â he admitted. âI used to think I had no weaknesses; I thought I was unstoppable, invincible. But then one night this human slave dressed as a succubus came into my life, looked at me with innocent eyes and became my everything. I only think of you. No matter where I am or what I'm doing, you're in the back of my mind. I know they feel the same way,â he nodded over to his brothers. âIt's just in us to do this. We thought flirting with some of them might get us a ticket out of that stupid room. And, I don't know about you, it seems like it's working.â
âThey need to go,â Artemis said once more.
âArtemis, they're not hurting anyone,â Kali said, smiling at Hongjoong. He relished in the attention from the two women, whispering to Hera who giggled. âThat men's room really gets boring, and there's no food there.â
âYou must be hungry, my lord,â said Hera.Â
âFamished,â Hongjoong replied. They both chuckled when she fed him s strawberry.
âMe too,â said Seonghwa. âBut, I think a kiss might stave off my hunger. Don't you think so, Hestia?â
âA kiss? Oh myâŠâ she said, tucking hair behind her ear. âMy grandmother would be upset if she heard I'd kissed you.â
âWhich is why no kissing is happening,â snapped Artemis. âCan't you see what they're doing? You girls should be ashamed of giving into their charms so easily. Ladies of Eden don't conduct themselves like pleasure slaves. Grandmother will be furious when she finds out.â
âI can kiss more than one of you,â said Hongjoong, turning to her. âI've heard your kisses are quite sweet, Lady Artemis.â
âSo did I,â Seonghwa grinned. âKissing doesn't hurt. We can show you, if you'd like.â
âNo, because I'm not that kind of woman,â she said crossly. âI'm getting Diana.â
âCome on, Artemis,â you spoke up. âThey're only talking. Okay, flirting too,â you said distastefully, âBut it's not like they're trying to hurt them.â
âYou don't understand, YN. Men aren't allowed in Eden in the first place. Their intentions are never good, ever.â
âHello, Lady Artemis.â Mingiâs deep voice came from behind her. Your bodyguard stood at the top step, hands in his pockets and a soft smile on his face. âIt's nice to see you again.â
âHello, Mingi,â she faced him, irritated by the menâs sudden appearance. âI was just telling your masters that they can't be here and neither can you.â
âI'm only a servant. I have no power over my masters, as you well know.â He took a step to her, âI thought we could go to your archery range? I saw you had a new bow and quiver, and I wondered if I could try it out.â
âReally?â she said, unconvinced. âSo your masters can defile my sisters?â
âDefile is a harsh word. My masters never take a woman against her wishes, and you have my word on that.â
You saw him go closer to her, and by his soft eyes and smile, he worked his own incubus magic on her. San turned your head to him, and he kissed the corner of your mouth. His fingers trailed from the nape of your neck to your collarbone. You shuddered when he reached the neckline of your dress.Â
âCan I see them?â he asked, kissing your neck. âI haven't seen them in so long. I need to touch them or I'll go insane.â
âHere? In the place you're not supposed to be that hates men who objectify women?â you laughed, amused by his eagerness.
âI'll risk it.â
âShe broke a man on the wheel. I donât know what that means, but it sounds awful.â
âAgain,â he kissed your neckline, âI'll risk it. Besides, look at them.â
You turned to see Seonghwa giving flustered Hestia gentle kisses that slowly grew deeper. Hera and Kali took turns kissing Hongjoong, who rested against a pillar as both women felt up his chest. Mingi managed to lure Artemis away from the pavilion, leaving all of you alone. You thought your cousins might eventually snap out of it, and slap your boyfriends. However, things only became more heated, especially when Kali slipped her gown off her shoulders to show Hongjoong her breasts. He sighed when Hera did the same, groping one from each of them.Â
âWould you like me to touch you?â you heard Seonghwa whisper to Hestia, âOr do you want to keep kissing a bit more?â
âCan we kiss a bit more?â
âOf course. Whatever you want to do, my lady.âÂ
He laid her down against the pillows, resting at her side as he continued kissing her. Sanâs lips distracted you once again, and you looked at him. âI suppose you can have a little peek,â you said, pushing down the top half of your dress and showing him the matching pink bra.Â
You put his hands on them, inhaling when he squeezed them softly. San rested you on the cushions behind you as he started kissing down to your cleavage. He lifted your dress over your thighs, settling between them and tugging your bra under your tits. San let out a soft moan once he revealed them, then bent to kiss each of them. Your hands slid from the back of his neck into his hair, gripping the short strands to guide him over them. You could hear distant muffled moaning and soft kisses from nearby, but you became too entranced by Sanâs mouth on your nipples. Your brain connected each spark of pleasure to the spots his tongue hit, whimpering when he rapidly flicked one of them. A part of you knew how bad this might look. You knew you should stop, go home, and continue there. But, Sanâs cock brushed your naked core, and you slowly floated off.Â
âYouâre not wearing panties,â he whispered, kissing your lips softly.Â
âThey show through the dress layers,â you said. âMight be why everyone around here wears them. I think I might adopt the style.â
âJust to torture me, right?â he said, cupping your tits to suck your hard nipples.Â
âNo,â you shook your head, âTo tease you all so much you bend me over the nearest surface and pound my pussy hard and fast.â
âYou wouldnât need to with those lips.âÂ
âItâs not as fun if Iâm only kissing you to get dick,â you replied. You reached down to his groin where you felt his bulge. âI like getting it the old fashioned way.â
âThen Iâll give it to you the old fashioned way.âÂ
Heâd started unbuckling his pants when a pale pink blur brushed near you. âWhat the hell is going on here?â
Your mother stood in the middle of the pavilion, hands on hips and outrage on her face. Her âscary momâ face. Even years later in Hell, that face still struck fear in you. Quickly, you and your cousins covered yourselves up, while the men appeared annoyed at the sight of her.Â
âWeâre only having a bit of fun, Andromeda,â said Seonghwa, not moving from his spot with Hestia. You noticed her out of breath with swollen lips, with her hand on top of his where her breasts were. âNo harm being done here.â
âDo you three have a death wish?â she hissed. âIf anyone else finds you like this, theyâll have you strung up by your balls for sure.â
âNobody would have if you hadnât shown up,â Hongjoong said, clearly irritated at being interrupted.Â
âShut it, boy,â your mother spat. âGirls, I am very surprised and ashamed of you. If your grandmother heard about this, sheâd have a fit. You know how she feels about you coupling with man-things, so imagine how sheâd feel if she found out you were doing it in her gardens.â
âWeâre sorry, Auntie,â said Hera, pushing hair from her face.Â
âYes, very,â added Kali.Â
âGet yourselves together and go to your rooms,â she nodded towards the palace. âYouâre lucky Iâm not telling your mothers about this. I donât care if you do it, just donât do it here, got it?â
âYes, Aunt Andromeda,â the three said together before getting up together.Â
She then turned her attention to you, âYN, really? Is this the impression you want to give?â
âIt sort of happened,â you said sheepishly.Â
âWhich is exactly what you said whenever I found your hand down a boysâ pants,â she spat. âBaby, if you didnât want to live in the Black Keep anymore, you could say so. You donât have to get your boyfriends tortured and killed to do it.â
âI would prefer to stay in tact, thanks,â said Seonghwa, standing up. âWe only did it so we could see YN,â he told your mother.Â
âOh, please. You three just didnât want to be stuck in the menâs quarters all day,â she accused them.
âThatâs just an added bonus.âÂ
âDo you blame us though?â asked Hongjoong. âThe menâs quarters are more like a prison cell than an actual room. Besides, we werenât hurting anyone. We only intended to have a bit of consensual fun, thatâs all.â
âYou know how Lilith feels about men being in her garden and touching the ladies,â she scoffed. âYou are fools for escaping. What if the guard went by and noticed youâre not there? Youâd be hunted down just for that.â She took a deep breath, âYou boys take YN home before the guards find you here.â She ran a hand through her hair, âI swear, you threeâŠThereâs certainly no dispute over whose children you are, thatâs for sure. Only Asmodeusâs children would risk their necks for some tail.â She shook her head and took your hands, âCome here tomorrow and we can start your training. Thereâs so much you need to catch up on.â
âHold on,â Seonghwa said, âYNâs being trained by myself and her head of house.â
âNot anymore,â she replied coolly. âIf anyone should be teaching her, it is those who know her talents best. Besides, it gets you three out of her hair for a few hours.â
âItâs not like I do anything at home anyways,â you told him. âItâd be good for me to get out of the house and do something productive with my time. My closet is only so big.â You hugged your mother again, holding onto the memory of her a moment before letting go. âI'mâŠ.MamaâŠ.â you couldn't find the right parting words.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow,â she repeated warmly, kissing your cheek. âGet sleep,â she peeked a glance at the men behind you, âOr as much as you can with them around.â
You laughed together before embracing again. Your inner child didnât want to let her go. She wanted to hold onto her forever, clinging to the person sheâd once loved the most. Your mother sensed this and hugged you tighter, her hand stroking your hair. When you forced yourself to release her, she kissed your cheek again. That surreal dread of a dream came back when you looked in her eyes. Apart from the scarlet ring around her irises, they matched yours. Except, yours always carried a look of disdain, while hers showed nothing but love. How could you do that to her?Â
âBye, honey cake,â she whispered, pecking your other cheek before stepping away. âGo, before Diana shows up.â
âYeah, letâs get going,â agreed Hongjoong.Â
âGo back the way you came, Iâll keep the guards away.âÂ
You hugged her one more time, letting her scent cleave to your nose, then left the garden. In the semi-darkness, the four of you snuck through the garden hedges and walls before coming upon a plain dirt path. In the distance, you heard people shouting to one another as they searched the grounds. You knew youâd need to be quick. Nerves began shooting up your body in each step, and the adrenaline started running down to your feet. You didnât want to think what might happen if someone discovered you before you reached the castle again. Your first time in Eden and youâd broken a rule already. A warm hand stretched for yours, and you recognized Sanâs touch right away. He moved ahead of you, walking behind Seonghwa while Hongjoong remained at the rear.Â
âThere it is,â Seonghwa whispered when you all reached the staircase leading back up into the castle.Â
âYou!â a guard dressed in gold and white marched over to him, âMen are not allowed in Eden at dusk. What is your business here?â
âTheyâre with me,â you said before Seonghwa could speak. âI went to get them from the menâs room-place-thing and we got lost in the garden. Itâs my first time here, so I donât really know my way around yet.âÂ
The woman stared you up and down suspiciously. You thought sheâd catch the lie, but instead she said, âIâll escort you out, my lady. The gates close in a few minutes.â
âYes, please. Lead the way.â
You followed the guard out to the front entrance where youâd met Artemis that afternoon. The women posted there bowed as you passed. It made you feel important for a second as you reached the carriage nearby. Mingi sat in the driverâs perch, his blond hair slightly tousled and lips a warm pink. Heâd clearly found a way to distract Artemis. You all climbed into the carriage quickly, and Mingi cracked the reins.Â
âIâm glad we made it out,â Hongjoong said, turning to peek into the window, âWith our bones still in the right places.â
âPsh, youâre telling meâŠâ
âSpeaking of the right places,â San whispered, turning your head by the chin, âWhere were we?â
A small chuckle came from your throat as your mouths came together in light kisses. Turning in your seat to face him, San immediately grabbed your breasts and his lips fell down your neck. The familiar hardness in your clit returned at the sudden stimulation. Fingers brushing over your nipples stirred the pot even more, his mouth reaching the neckline of your dress. You let your hands go through his dark hair to keep him close, occasionally feeling down the back of his neck and into his jacket before coming back up.
âPull the top down,â Seonghwa ordered from nearby, and you turned to see him focusing on you and San. Hongjoong sat beside him, watching as intently. âWe want to see them too.â
You lifted your back from the cushions to let San unclip the top part of your dress, then pull the zipper. Your arousal rose when he finally pulled the top half of your dress just beneath your breasts. They all moaned at the sight of your pink satin bra; their jaws dropped when San put them underneath to expose your breasts entirely. The brushing breeze from outside came in through the open windows, going over your nipples and making them cold. San remedied this with his hands and mouth: he scooped them in his palms and tenderly sucked one of them. He shifted around so your legs went over his lap, and immediately started caressing your thighs and legs. Fully on your back, you laid there enjoying his tender touches. Every brush against your skin sparked goosebumps up and down your arms; your soft whimpers became the only sound in the carriage. San eventually lifted up your dress, showing his brothers your bare sex. The three of them groaned. Seonghwa and Hongjoong rubbed their crotches while San squeezed your inner thighs.
âSannieâŠâ you whined, his thumb dangerously close to your pussy now.
âGive me a hand and touch yourself for me, hm?â he asked, licking your nipple in circles. âOpen your legs a bit and let them see you get wet. You know how much we like that.â
They liked it a lot. Moving around until you sat on Sanâs lap, your back pressed to his chest, you let your legs fall on either side of his open knees. Your sex throbbed at the hands groping your chest, and the lips kissing up your neck and shoulder. You pointedly sucked and wet your fingers, keeping your eyes on the two men in front of you. Your middle and ring finger dragged down your tongue as a real cock might, and then went back up to the last knuckle. The outlines of their dicks started pressing into the pants as they watched your fuck your own mouth. They followed your fingers then down to your damp sex, mouths falling open when you lightly slid them up and down your opening. You went with the natural motions: stroking yourself as you sunk into your pussy little by little. Once past the outer folds, you circled your hard clit on top. Small shocks of pleasure came each time you ran over the center, pushing underneath and back to the hood. In the dimness of the carriage, both of them could see your pussy growing wetter. San tweaking your nipples at the same time added more coal to the fire. As much as you wanted to, you didnât speed up. You kept the same gradual pace, even spreading your pussy open for them to see your hardening clitoris and empty hole.
âLet me have a little lick,â Hongjoong said, his high voice strangely low as he leaned forward. You trembled at the few swats of his tongue, keeping it open with both hands for him. âFuck, you taste so good,â he groaned, idly moving the tip of his tongue over your clit. âI can eat this forever.â
âMove over,â scolded Seonghwa, pulling Hongjoong away. âI want a taste too.â
Using the flat of his tongue, Seonghwa shook his head to brush over your clit. Then, he took it in his mouth to suck the juices leaking from you. You whined when he withdrew, but Sanâs fingers fixed that soon enough. He took your clit between index and ring finger and stroked it. You grinded into his hand when you felt his middle finger dip towards your entrance each time, wanting to be filled with it. Your hands gripped the ends of his jacket behind you, trying to keep still as he rubbed your pussy side to side in light, rapid brushes. When he pulled away, his brothers each took a turn doing the same. The brief pauses in between kept you dangling on the edge. You yelped when Hongjoong started tapping and slapping your aching pussy, occasionally shoving fingers inside before pulling them out to smack it again. The twinges of pain only aroused you further. San and Seonghwa followed suit, also smacking and partially fingering you. When both Seonghwa and Hongjoong pushed a finger inside, San continued spanking your pussy.
âItâs been a while since weâve fucked her together,â said Hongjoong, watching your reactions to his fingers curling alongside his brotherâs. âThatâs why sheâs not wearing panties.â He pushed right to that squishy, soft spot that drove you wild, âYou wanted to fuck us in that garden, didnât you? You were hoping weâd all take a turn in your slutty cunt?â
âYes,â you whimpered. âI love it when you all fuck me at the same time. It feels so good. I love getting treated like your fuck toy.â
âThen thatâs what our little lady will get,â Seonghwa smirked, pushing his fingers faster. âGood thing I told Mingi to take the long way home.â
San rested you on the seat again, lifting one leg over his shoulder to keep you displayed for the others. Anticipation bubbled in your stomach, lowering the further you saw San move. Holding onto the end, San slowly slid the tip up and down the slit to only bring on more torture for you. Nails embedding themselves into the smooth fabric, you grinded to it in hopes of getting him inside you.Â
âYou're so needy,â he growled, smirking down at you before finally pushing the tip. âMy pretty Darling always gets so wet,â he withdrew just to rub until a slick sound came out, âYou hear that?â he asked, tapping your clit, âThat's how wet you are. I love getting you like this,â he breathed finally putting the head inside again, âI love seeing my girl desperately wriggling around to get my dick.âÂ
âShe's so cute when she does it,â said Hongjoong. âIt's even cuter when she's tied up with no way to get what she wants.â
âI like it when she pretends she's a virgin,â Seonghwa said in a raspy voice. âWhen she gets on her back,â he started stroking faster, âAnd tells me she's never done it. It's so cute.â
âCorruption kink to the max,â Hongjokng chuckled.Â
âDo you like it when we do this?â San asked you, languidly rocking his hips to yours. âDo you like us treating you like a little cock sleeve?â
âYes,â you gasped, holding onto his shoulders. The slight stretch made you see stars. âYes, I do. Just like when we did it the first time,â you said, head sinking to the pillow behind you as he rolled his rips. âWhen you all fucked me as long as you wantedâŠâ
âYou want us to do that again, Kitten?â asked Seonghwa.Â
âPleaseâŠâ A whimper came through when San shoved himself particularly deep, holding onto his forearm as he did it.Â
âHow's her hole today?â asked Hongjoong, eyes heavy with lust and arousal.Â
âTight,â San said, starting to go faster, âAnd warm. I could fuck this forever.â
âLook how easy she takes it,â Seonghwa moaned. âEven after all this time, her holes are perfect.â
âYou mean âour holesâ,â Hongjoong said. âBecause this,â he knelt beside you, still stroking with one hand while shoving fingers into your mouth, âAnd that belongs to us. I don't care if you don't wear a collar anymore. We still own your slutty holes,â he groaned when you sucked his fingers, letting him push them further.Â
âThat's right,â Seonghwa said, reaching over to your swollen clit. âThis pussy is ours. We get to fuck it whenever we want.â
âNot like she says no,â San said, grunting as he kept his strokes hard and deep. âShe loves dick too much to not pass it up. Look at her right now,â he made a few quick pumps to hear you moan around Hongjoongâs fingers. âShe pratically begged me to fuck her.â
âBecause she's a whore,â said Seonghwa. He gave your clit a few sharp smacks before rubbing it again, âYou can take the whore out of the brothel, but you can't take the brothel out of the whore. Isn't that right, Kitten? Are you a filthy whore?â
âMmhmph,â you nodded.Â
They all laughed, jeering at your answer. When your moans grew louder, they taunted you further. The moment you clenched around San, he moved faster straight into the knot driving you wild.Â
âOh, she's gonna cum,â he announced, âI can feel that hole getting tighter.â
âIs that true, slut?â Hongjoong asked you, removing his fingers to slather around your lips. âAre you going to cum?â
âYes! Yes, oh my god, yes!âÂ
âThen go ahead,â he said.
âGo on,â gibed Seonghwa, spitting on your sex, âCum.â
They continued goding you until you finally came. Hard hitting, all the muscles in your body stiffened. San came right after, pumping into you wildly as his orgasm took over. The feeling of his squirting inside prolonged your climax. The hands and cock keeping you going played with the sensitivity causing you to move away.Â
âNo, no, no,â said Seonghwa, âYou're gonna take that no matter how sensitive it gets.âÂ
âThatâs right,â said San, teasing you with his wet tip, âYou stay there.â
âRock, paper, scissors for next turn?â Hongjoong suggested to Seonghwa once San finished.Â
âSure. Best two out of three.â
You watched through heavy eyes as they played the game. San, meanwhile, continued pushing his cum back into you. You could do this forever in this carriage.Â
âYes!â Hongjoong cheered when he won the third round. âTurn her around. I'm going to fuck her like the bitch she is, he said, fixing his pants at his thighs as San and him switched positions. Seonghwa and San flipped you over, giving the eldest a space in front of you.Â
âWhores always like having more than one cock at a time,â he said, forcing your head into his lap. His length went all the way to the back of your throat, and you swore you might come again even sooner. âDonât you dare stop sucking,â he warned, slapping your ass harshly. âDon't miss a fucking beat. I want that mouth on me the entire time. You got that, bitch?â
You nodded, and your obedience amused them. He held onto your hair while Hongjoong shoved himself inside. All the pent up arousal from earlier unleashed itself in his hips. Hands grabbing your ass, Hongjoong did not take the gradual pace like San. You felt every push from entry to end just like Seonghwa did. The feeling of them both abusing you had you shaking in their grasp. No matter how much saliva and precum leaked from your mouth, you did not withdraw. Even when Hongjoong started hitting a different angle, making you shudder and moan around him, you didn't stop. Your pussy tightened when Seonghwa held your head against his groin for several seconds, laughing at your choking, before lifting you to the head where you drew a few breaths.Â
âYou fucking love that,â Seonghwa groaned, pushing you back down. âI'm glad because I like shoving my dick down pretty throats like yours.â
âAnd I love fucking their pussies right after,â Hongjoong breathed, a whimper coming right after. âOh fuck, I'm going to fucking cum. Stay right there.â
You came right as he withdrew, bursting with nothing inside you to coat. Hot streams fell onto your lower back and ass cheeks, leaking down between them where Hongjoong rolled it again. Neither brother gave you time to breathe as Seonghwa pulled you onto his lap.
âFuck me,â he ordered, smacking your ass, âI'm not pushing into you. You're doing the work, not me.â
You held onto the back of the seat, pulling at the decorative drapes, as you started bouncing on him. âDon't stop,â he said, watching you ride him, âIf you stop, I swearâŠâ
Even with the burning sensation in your thighs, causing you to shake and tremble, you didn't stop. Whenever he sensed you slowing down, he'd slap your ass to keep you going. But, the strain began weighing you down. You tried pushing yourself by your legs instead, though this position made that hard to do. Eventually, you made the mistake of stopping to catch your breath and ease your aching thighs.Â
âDid I say you could stop?â asked Seonghwa harshly. âHuh?â a light tap to your face excites you, âWhy did you stop?â
âItâŠ.It hurts.â
âDo I look like I care?â he grunted, smacking your ass even harder, sending more pleasure through your body. âDo I?â
âNo, sir,â you whimpered.Â
âI have to do everything around here,â he lifted you up to put you on your back again. âWhat's the point in a whore if she doesn't fuck the way I like?â
Raising your legs over your head, Seonghwa dove right back into you. He wasn't the gentle dominant partner you were used to. Something primal came over him as he pounded you into the seat. It delighted and aroused you.Â
âMaster,â you said, surprised by his roughness, âYou're being so rough with me.â
âYou're a whore,â he gritted, âWhy should I care about being gentle?â Yet, for the briefest moment he stopped, âAm I going too hard? I'm not hurting you too much?â
âI love it,â you assured him, pushing hair from his face, âSo much.â
âOf course, you do.â
He kept the same speed until he had you squirting around him. Seeing the squirt come out of you caused Seonghwaâs own orgasm. He withdrew the second he reached the edge, and began jerking himself over you. He pinched your nose to force your mouth open, and made you take the cum shooting from his tip. His load splattered your chin and mouth, droplets falling on your outstretched tongue until he finished completely.Â
âHow was that?â he asked, fingers pushing hair away from your face.
âSo good,â you smiled, cleaning the dick with your tongue. âI can't get enough.â
âYou can have more when we get home, baby,â Hongjoong insisted, wiping cum from your chin to slide into your mouth. âAs much as you want.â
âReally?â
âOf course,â he said, kissing you softly. âWe'll even do it in my room so we can play with all your favorite toys too.â
âI personally love watching you cum all over toys,â said San. âThat way you're already nice and wet when I fuck you.â
âI just like watching you cry when I overstimulate you,â shrugged Hongjoong.Â
You all laughed right as the carriage stopped right in front of the house. You knew you wouldn't be sleeping tonight and you didn't mind at all.Â
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A/N: awww see? everything worked out in the end. I'm not sure when I'll be posting another one of these, but I will be posting for this one still lol Thanks so much for reading, and please don't forget to reblog and like <3
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Can I request a Damian Priest x reader fic?, reader thinks Damian is cheating on her with Kayden so she distances herself from him and tries to avoid him. She's been hurt in the past (By ex partner) hence her accusations.
damian priest x reader
likes, comments and reblogs are more than welcomed!
âŒïžangst, mention of cheating, feels, ex partners mentioned
odyssey of love
damian loved you. you had no doubt on that. he loved you more than anything, you were his partner, his ride or die, his best friend, his lover. there was no reason for you to doubt of his love for you. and yet, you couldnât get past that feeling of damian and kayden being constantly together.
theyâve been friends for many years, he knew her before he got to meet you so you werenât surprised there was a special bond between the two of them.
but having her around all the time was getting tiring. when you were at damianâs place, she was there. you didnât mind filming their tiktoks, but you minded having her all the time when it was supposed be just you and your boyfriend.
you barely had free time together anymore.
car rides? she took your spot and now you felt like they were dating and you were the friend.
movie nights? she was always there, stealing your spot on the couch, getting more and more comfortable next to damian.
gym? he started training more with her than you, leaving you alone or with rhea sometimes.
your heart didnât want to think that damian was capable of cheating on you with her, but your mind was playing tricks with you and at this point you were sure he liked her more than you.
rhea noticed how you distanced yourself when you were all out together. at dinner you always took spots near damian but now you didnât even care, all you wanted to do was disappear.
you thought that after your past relationship, you finally had found peace with damian. he promised you that he would never hurt you, that he would never lie to you. he promised and you believed him. still healing from what your ex boyfriend left you with. trust issues, insecurities and a lot of traumas.
but damian was different, or so you thought.
you knew you had to confront him somehow. you deserved to know if he was cheating on you. you needed to know before you became paranoid. and when he texted you that he would come over at your place with food and drinks, you knew it was now or never.
damian knew that something was wrong the moment you didnât greet him at the gym two weeks ago. he found it weird, maybe too weird. being used to your bubbly personality, he thought that something was wrong the exact moment you avoided him and kept training with rhea. he tried to have conversations with you for the past days but you always dodged him off.
he was tired of it. he needed to know what was going on. he needed to know if your feelings for him changed. so when he offered to have a take out night at your place, he hoped for you to say yes. and when you agreed, he was more than happy to see his girl.
you were lost in your thoughts that you didnât even hear damian opening your front door with the spare keys you gave him once your relationship got serious.
sitting on the couch, you pretended to be lost in whatever show the tv was playing, waiting for damian to make his appearance into your living room.
âhey beautifulâ he whispered, not wanting to disturb you as he thought you were interested in the show.
âoh, hey damianâŠâ you made him sit next to you on the couch, helping you set the little table in front of you with all the foods he brought âdid you leave any food for other people or did you take it all?â you joked seeing the amount of food he got.
he laughed, missing your sarcastic jokes âi didâŠi tried to contained myself but i trained all day with kayden and now iâm starvingâŠâ he joked, not noticing how your body tensed up at the mention of the young woman.
âwe should eat before it gets coldâŠâ you tried to avoid any weird feelings and instead focused on the food since you didnât have lunch.
âuh uhâŠi want a hug firstâŠand a kiss from you amorâ he smirked. how could you say no? you were down bad for him and that hurt more.
you laughed, accepting him with open arms. you felt his head laying over your shoulder and his lips softly kissing your neck âi missed you so much babyâŠâ he murmured softly, leaving more kisses upon your skin until he reached your face.
for a moment you forgot everything that has been happening and melted when his lips gently touched yours. his hands moved to your hips, as he sat down and took your place on the couch, he led you over his lap. your hands moved behind his neck, bringing him closer to your face âhow i missed you babyâŠâ he softly moaned.
you knew you had to stop before that led to something more. he was there for a reason and you wouldnât have slept peacefully if you didnât have your answers âbabyâŠwe should really eat, iâm starvingâ you whispered against his lips, making him smile into the kiss.
âfineâŠbut later that night, iâm eating something elseâ he winked as he let your hips go so you could sit on the couch next to him.
your face blushing. he knew the power he had on you.
as you both ate, he asked you about your day and your week since he didnât see you much. youâve explained him what you were up to and when you asked him about his week, the answer he gave you made you sick.
why was kayden everywhere?
ââŠoh and she made me film probably ten tiktoks just yesterdayâ he laughed but got serious when he turned to look at you and saw your teary eyes âbaby? are you okay?â he got worried.
âdamian are you cheating?â you asked. no coming back now.
he was taken aback by your question. he wasnât cheating so he didnât know why did you get that idea âmi amorâŠwhat?â he turned off the tv so there was nothing distracting you from the conversation you were going to have âpor favor, mirameâŠwhy would you think that?â
you couldnât help but let those tears fall âitâs justâŠyouâre always with herâŠâ
âwith who amor?â
âwith her, kaydenâŠand i feel like iâm not enough for you anymoreâŠâ you didnât mean to sound so weak but even the thought of damian cheating on you was killing you.
ây/n, babyâŠno, why would you think that?â his voice softened as he helped you sitting between his legs ânothingâs going on between me and her, i promise youâŠâ
âsheâs everywhere damianâŠshe took my spot in your car, she took my spot on the couch next to you, she took my spot at dinnerâŠsheâs always there to film tiktoks and then making excuses to stay moreâŠshe started training with you so i had to train alone everytime rhea wasnât availableâŠi just need to know if you donât want me anymore damianâŠâ your voice broken with sobs as more tears fell down âpleaseâŠi deserve to knowâŠi donât wanna go through this all over again, not with youâŠâ you broke down crying even more.
damianâs heart broke. he couldnât believe he was the reason you were crying in his arms. he knew about your ex relationship and he promised you to protect you, to be there for you âhey hermosaâŠshhâŠdonât cry baby, itâs okayâŠâ he whispered trying to calm you down. your head was laying on his shoulder while your tears flew into his t-shirt.
he kept whispering soft words to help you calm down and when your breath slowed again, he gently lifted your head up so he could take a good look at you. his hands went to wipe away all the tears that kept falling and he saw it in your eyes that somehow he broke your trust.
âeveryone think youâre datingâŠi see the comments, i see people saying that you broke up with me and theyâre happy about itâ you spoke up âand if you are dating i need to know, pleaseâŠdonât go behind my back like this, i canât handle it againâŠâ damian never heard you sounding so broken and he hated himself for letting this happen.
âlisten to me amorâŠthereâs nothing, absolutely nothing between me and kaydenâŠwe are just friends and thatâs it, i promise youâ he sounded so serious and you tried your hardest to believe him but due to all your trust issues, you didnât know if what he was saying was true or not âi know youâre hurt right nowâŠi understand and and im so fucking sorryâŠno te imaginas cuanto lo sientoâ he was trying to gain your trust back but he knew it was hard and he had to work for it âi never meant to make you feel like that, i wished i realised it sooner, i wouldnât have let this happen, i promise youâŠâ
a tear fell from his eye. he couldnât stand the idea of losing you. you were everything for him. his first real love, his best friend, his partner in crime. you were his missing piece and he loved you too much to let you go.
âi believe you damianâŠâ you sobbed a little, still trying to slow down your tears âitâs just, i felt so fucking jealous and paranoid this past week. you were constantly with her and everytime i tried to get to you, i felt like i was oversteppingâŠâ
he closed his eyes to stop more tears from falling. he was hating himself for all the pain he caused you âi donât think iâll ever stop apologising for the pain i caused youâŠbut you have every right to know that thereâs nothing between me and herâŠi donât wanna lose you, you mean too much for me.â
you saw how vulnerable he was. you saw how he was trying his best not to break down in front of you âyouâre not gonna lose me damianâŠi love you so muchâŠi should have talked with you about this instead of attacking you of cheating, iâm sorryâŠâ you realised that maybe overreacted but now you relieved.
âitâs okayâŠi should have noticed it sooner, i never meant to ignore you and i promise it will never happen again, te lo juroâ he smiled softly and you nodded, letting your head fall on his shoulder as his hands moved gently on your back, trying to release all the pent up stress you had.
you stayed there for a few minutes before you both continued to eat. you spent the night cuddling on your couch and damian stayed true to his promise as he made love to you all night long, showing you that you were the one he wanted.
not her, you.
âââââââââââ
por favor mirame = please look at me
no te imaginas cuanto lo siento = you canât imagine how sorry i am
te lo juro = i promise you
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Threefold cord (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)
Summary: Daemonâs wife is presumed dead. But is she?
A/N: Blue beard, to finish my Halloween celebration because I cannot write on schedule. Also @just-some-random-blogger look! The fic I told you about.
Warnings: Hightower!reader x Daemon. Smut. Alicent, Gwayne and reader as siblings. Death of Rhea Royce. Happy ending!
âARE YOU TRULY about to wed him?â You set your teacup down on its saucer. When your father had summoned you to the capital, you had known it was important news. But Alicent becoming a Queen? It surpassed everything you had imagined.
Your father wanted to make sure you were there to witness her triumph. Alicent lacked allies in court, beyond the Princess. And that relationship would sour as soon as the other girl heard just who her father was to wed.
Alicent was too naive to see it. Or purposefully blind. She claimed to not know what she had been doing when visiting the King, too. You guessed the thought made it easier to bear for her.
You didnât blame her. King Viserys was old and beginning to show signs of being sickly. The thought of offering yourself to such a man, twice your age, on your fatherâs orders, wasnât pleasant. You would rather pretend you were just being kind.
âIt is for the best. Father says that heâŠâ Alicent begins justifying her actions, and you tune out. You know it will just be a repetition of your fatherâs lectures. Duty. Bearing children. Women knowing their place.
You pitied her, for believing in his bullshit. It wasnât as if either of you could escape your fate, but you at least tried not to lower yourself into thinking you were a lesser, gentler being, made to be bred. Instead, you enjoyed thinking you were a person. Just as human as any man, just as smart, just as strong. Only one trapped by your status as a noblewoman.
You sip at your tea. You are cautious not to make a sound when doing so, and not take too big of a sip. Anyone who gazes at your courtly smile and comely manners would not guess your innermost thoughts.
Alicent continues her tirade, describing animatedly how much she wants to do her duty and birth children. How she knows her body will not fail her as it did for the late Queen. She has an unfortunate thirst for proving herself, your eldest sister.
âAnd King Viserys asked me about you, the other day. He would like for you to marry Prince DaemonâŠâ
The tea you are drinking goes down the wrong way. You start coughing, and have to hurriedly set down your teacup as to not burn yourself.
âExcuse me?â You say, once the coughing fit subsides a bit, and you are able to wipe your mouth with a napkin. âI will⊠What? Does father know of this?â
She looks at you, concerned, but says nothing about it. She pours herself another cup of tea.
âPrince Daemonâs wife has been missing for a while. They think she might haveâŠâ Alicent leans in, voice lowering. You are in the Tower of the Hand, surrounded by men loyal to your father, and yet she feels she cannot say it freely. You wonder what has Lady Royce done to scandalize her such. âRan away. With a lover.â
âYou prude!â You laugh. You had thought it much worse. âShe wouldnât be the first woman to do so, donât be naiâŠâ
âA female one.â Alicent interrupts, setting down her own teacup. The movement is a bit harsh, making the porcelain screech.
You open and close your mouth. You had not known that was even a possibility.
âHow does one..?â
âBe as it mayâŠâ She raises a hand, halting you. âFather says you shall marry him, if he finds you agreeable.â
There was not much you knew about politics, but you were pretty sure the Prince despised your father and your house by extension. You doubted he would find you agreeable. Your father would doubt it too, but he was too blinded by the hope of getting Runestone.
Lady Royce had no heir. Her castle had gone to Daemon, the King needing little convincing to award it to his beloved brother. Imagining all that bronze in your hands, in House Hightowerâs hands, would have him salivating. At getting his enemy away from court? That was only an unexpected bonus. If the man liked you and decided he wanted to play Come-into-my-castle with you, you were sure your father would dance a gig.
You wouldnât. If it did happen⊠You shuddered, thinking of the man with the lecherous grin, always whoring. Twice your age, and crass as they came. The only times you had crossed paths, he had been busy ogling Alicent or his niece.
âI am not marrying him.â
Alicent frowns at you. Her eyes turn sad. When she gets contradicted, she looks much like a kicked puppy.
âI have never met him.â You explain, feeling guilty over upsetting her. She is just so much like your father, sometimes. It angers you, even when you know it is not her fault. She doesnât have the same anger in her veins as you do. All she ever wanted was to please your father.
âHe is looking for a wife, and King Viserys thinks it would be marvelous if you married him. I have told him all about you.â Alicent sounds excited about the whole thing, and just⊠No. You do not want to marry a man twice your age. Gross. Her tone turns softer. âI think it would be nice. To belong to the same House even after marriage. To be never parted from my sister.â
The want in her expression makes you soften. It is not often that Alicent admits to desiring anything, and you do not wish to discourage her.
âIâll meet him.â You decide. âJust that.â
âOh, how wonderful!â
And the Seven bless her, she actually seems delighted to hear it.
THE WEDDING IS awfully dull. The Septon drones on and on about the Mother and the Father, and the duties of marriage. Alicent looks stunning in her silk gown, beautiful but modest. It is no use. People already speak of what she has done to trap the King into marriage.
Princess Rhaenyra keeps sending her glares during the feast. Sometimes in anger, sometimes in hurt. She is not quite sure what to feel. You can tell from the way she pauses when looking at Alicent. You pity her too.
Losing a mother is a terrible thing. You can only imagine how much it hurts to see her replaced by a girl your own age.
The Princess is a woman who has everything and yet, it's still a woman. No power to stop her father from bedding her best friend, no power to change anything at all. The realization of her powerlessness is clear in her features.
In contrast, you doubt you have ever seen your father this happy. Ever. He is alight with pride. As if throwing his daughter to an old man is some great accomplishment. He has spared no expense on this wedding, the ceremony and feast lavish in a way that feels almost tasteless.
The pomp and luxuries have you feeling morose. You sip at your hippocras, tucked into a corner of the high table, and try to pretend you are invisible. Gwayne has left you far too soon, off to dance with some ladies.
He has always been the courteous sort, just like you. You enjoy watching him charm the ladies, and enjoy more the fact that he hasnât tried to drag you to the dance floor.
For that, you are grateful. Some ladies are lively and dance as if gliding through water. You do not. Dancing had not been on the list of abilities you had acquired during your etiquette lessons.
It had always felt like peacocking to you. Showing yourself to others, showing how pretty you smiled, how graceful you were. The attention it brought made you uncomfortable. You much preferred blending in.
âStrange choice of drink you have there.â Prince Daemon says, sitting across from you. âEven stranger that you are still sitting at your sister's wedding.â
âI could say the same.â You reply, colder than you planned to. The hippocras is hitting you already, making your temper shorter. You have little interest in Daemon Targaryen.
There is a secret plan in your head. When you reach thirty, you will claim a sudden awakening of Faith and retire to the comforts of life as a Septa. You have done enough charity to know that Septas donât do as much as they like people to think. The only thing you will miss will be the alcohol.
âAh, but I am just sitting now.â He idly reaches for the carafe of hippocras you are monopolizing, and serves himself a goblet. âIs this any good?â
âAt least itâs not dornish swill.â Dornish wine has to be the worst thing you have ever tasted, not even fit for pigs. Bitter and watery, the mere thought annoys you.
Prince Daemon barks out a laughter.
âGood Gods, where was Otto hiding you?â
âProbably in the same place as your decency.â
âThread carefully.â Daemonâs expression turns far colder. His hand tightens around the stem of his goblet. âI might like your cheek, but I am still a prince of the realm.â
âOne soon to be displaced.â You toast. A bit of hippocras spills from your goblet. You are far too drunk to care about his thoughts. âBe it by my nephews or your niece.â
His face reddens.
âBitch.â He spits the word from clenched teeth. You laugh loudly.
âKnave.â
âYou are an insolent little thing, arenât you?â Daemon snarls, leaning over the table as if to throttle you. Drunk as you are, you donât feel any fear. You have just enough rational thoughts left to believe you will be alright, since even the darkened corner you have chosen to sit in is too public for him to murder you without repercussions.
âI am small but fierce.â
âI can see that. Do all Hightower cunts have teeth?â
You smile at him, lazy and warm from the drinks you have had.
âI donât know, care to find out?â
And Daemon laughs. He asks you to dance instead. As he twirls you and dips you, you come to find he is not bad company after all. And if you laugh a tad more than necessary, and accept his offer to walk the gardens the next afternoon, no one can blame you.
âIT IS BUT a couple of days.â Daemon says to you, softly. You lay on your stomach, head propped up on your arms. You twist your head just so to force him to see your sad little pout.
His hand comes to rub at your shoulders, as if you were a spooked horse he is trying to soothe. His touch is warm and calming against your bare skin.
âIâll be back before you know it.â
He has soothed you into complacency, this husband of yours. He allows you to indulge in fine wines, and be as frivolous as you wish. The only thing he asks of you is that you are warm and willing when he is. It is no chore.
Long gone is your rage. Now, you exist in a perfect bubble, where no one constricts your freedom. There is no screeching father to tell you that you are a disaster, nor is there a horrified Alicent. Instead, Daemon encourages all your eccentricities, and teaches you some new ones.
âWill you?â You roll on your side, stretching. You have done nothing today, not even dress. Daemon and you have spent the whole morning tangled in each other, warm and naked.
He smiles. That same grin that had once seemed so lecherous to you, now looks inviting.
You bite your lower lip, already anticipating what is to come.
âMinx.â Daemon laughs, before leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder. The contact of his lips against your skin makes you shiver, a delicate sigh leaving you. âYou wonât even notice I am gone.â
âOf course I will.â You whine, as he kisses a path down your spine. âWho will bring me such pleasure?â
A sudden, sharp pain on your arse makes you yelp and sit up. Daemon smirks, and feigns taking another bite out of you.
âYou are so spoiled.â He laughs. âCannot take even a little pain. Iâll leave you some coin, and you can invite your sister to keep you company. How does it sound?â
âThink the King can spare his Queen?â You have not seen your sister since your wedding. The ravens fly fast enough that you know the news already, but you doubt King Viserys will allow her to be out of his sight for long. Not when pregnant.
Daemon nips at your thigh. You jerk, but he coaxes you back into laying on your stomach.
âBefore she gets too round to travel, yes. In a few moons, it will have to be us making the trip.â
âGods, I hate babes.â
âSo do I.â He rubs at your inner thigh, slowly prying your legs open. âSo? Is my spoiled wife happy?â
âVery.â You rub your face in the pillow, all kittenish. You like being called his. âDo I get the keys of the castle, too?â
Daemon kisses the place where your thigh meets your arse. You can feel his smile against your skin, promising sin.
âOf course. Just donât go into the room with the red door, alright? I forbid it.â
âYou do?â You challenge, thinking it part of the game. So far, you have yet to explore all of Runestone, always too entertained by him to do so. There are a few rooms he is cagey about, but you have always blamed it on Daemon being very private and needing his space. He has never allowed you into his personal library, either. Says you would ruin the books.
You have never minded it. You understand your place here, the dumb young wife. Men never like thinking the woman they are with can be more interesting than them. To think you can also have an interest in books, apart from being frivolous, would be too much for him to handle.
The warning about the red door only registers to you as part of the games you usually play in the bedroom. Something he can punish you about later on, something that might excuse a round of rough lovemaking.
But his expression turns into a frightening mask of utter rage. He pinches you in the thigh, and this time, it really hurts.
âFuck!â You cry out, fighting his hold. His grip has turned from the sweetest chains into unforgiving iron around your hips. You cannot move. Not even as he slaps your thigh, hard enough to make your eyes water. âDaemon, what the..?â
âI mean it.â He is cruel about it, slapping again the stinging flesh. âI do not want you in there. If you disobey, Iâll know.â
You stare at him, open-mouthed, You cannot comprehend how fast he has flipped, from kind lover to whatever this is. The rogue Prince is mercurial, you think, echoing the letter your father had once written complaining about him, his moods dangerous.
âFine!â You cry out, desperate to evict this creature that has taken sudden hold of your husbandâs body. âFine! No opening the red door.â
Daemon softens then. His shoulders slump, and his face goes back into a mask of devotion.
âI just donât want anything to happen to you.â He presses a kiss to your thigh, to the place he slapped. You tense. âIt is dangerous for you. Like the Moondoor in The Eyrie.â
Yet, as his touch turns back into loving, you do not forget. There is something about what lies beyond that red door that turns him into a monster. A creature capable of hurting even you.
You intend to find out what it is.
THE FORTNIGHT SPENT with Alicent is by far, the best of your life. Runestone is grand, with intricate tapestries and artwork decorating the walls. Your sister has always loved art, and the time spent surrounded by beautiful things seems to rejuvenate her.
Her pregnancy appears to be easy and without fuzz. There is no nausea preventing her from having as many lemon cakes as you two wish, or from exploring the Valeâs markets, trying on dresses and tasting expensive food.
The money Daemon has left you is enough to fund your shopping sprees. You have so much fun, running in the halls and trying on dresses, it feels as if you are little girls again. The only thing missing from your childhood is Gwayne.
So you send for him.
Despite how much joy your time spent with your sister brings you, you cannot shake the thought about the red door.
It is situated in one of the towers, near the place where Daemon keeps his books. You pass by it daily, for Alicentâs rooms have been placed in the same tower. Housing a Queen is no easy task, much less when she carries the heir to the Iron Throne inside her. She had come with servants and guards, who had to be housed too. There was no space but that tower.
That tower. Each time you pass it, you have to clench your fists hard to stop yourself from reaching towards it. Every time you open a door, your hands linger on the only key you will never use.
What lies behind the red door? What can possibly upset your husband such and change him from a careless hedonist into a violent man?
When no one is near, you kneel by the door and try to look through the keyhole. The lock on the door is old and smells faintly of iron. The only thing you can see looking through the keyhole is rust.
Trying to look under the door gives you the same results. Rust and iron, and a nagging curiosity that will not leave you alone.
You try to forget about it. You owe obedience to your husband, and you remember all too well the tale of the woman who owned a jar that should never be opened. It had been a favorite of your father during your youth.
A wife must never pry. For she might find something she doesnât like.
Yet, when you think of Daemon grabbing you hard enough to bruise, you realize you already have found something you do not like. It is that thought what helps you make up your mind. One afternoon, when Alicent claims to be too tired to keep you company, you decide to open the door.
Your hands are slick with sweat, and shaking so much it takes you two tries to fit the key into the keyhole. Your heart feels like it will leap out of your chest. Suddenly, you are paralyzed.
You cannot turn the key. Your hands have gone rigid. Your fear overwhelms you. What could possibly be in here, if not a terrible secret?
You turn it. The lock clicks, and the door gives with an ominous creak. You step inside, as careful as you can. The floor is slick and sticky. When you look down, your shoes and the hem of your gown are tinted red.
You scream. You turn towards the walls, only to find more blood. Bloodied rags, stains, a bloodied dagger. You begin to feel lightheaded. When you stumble towards a corner, you see her.
A corpse of a woman, hugging her knees to her chest. Her body is rotting, half of her face gone, but enough of it remaining so you can see that it has frozen in an expression of utter horror, much like your own. She wears a rune covered armor, and has several cuts all over.
This time, you fall down. The keys slip from your grip, and you scream so loud, you are sure you wake the whole castle.
The missing Rhea Royce.
âGood gods!â Alicent cries out, behind you. You stumble to your feet, terrified. She cannot see it. Daemon⊠Daemon was going to kill you both. âWhat is this? By the Seven, is that..?â
âHe is going to kill me.â You say, wiping the blood clinging to your hands on your dress. You try to clean the keys as well, but the stain wonât come out. No matter how hard you try. âHeâll know.â
âHe is not going to, we can go to the King, and I am sure there isâŠâ Alicent sounds horrified. She lingers on the doorstep, already on her nightshirt. Her belly is barely beginning to show.
âAlicent!â You say, sharply. âHeâll know. You have to run, Alicent. He will kill us both.â
âAnd leave you to die?â Your sister sounds indignant. âI cannot. You cannotâŠâ
You cannot run, you wish to say. You cannot because if you do, Daemon will know even quicker, and chase you both. If you stay, maybe you can fool him. Or at least, give your sister a fighting chance.
âPlease!â You cry. âDo it for the babe.â
Alicentâs lips turn white from the force she uses to keep them closed. She looks into your eyes, and hesitates. You fear she might not go through it.
âGo!â You cry, slipping on all the blood.
And Alicent, big brown eyes wide, hikes up her skirts and runs.
DAEMON NOTICES AS soon as he asks for the keys. You have never been a good liar, and the blood still stains them. When handing them over, you shake.
His smile drops. He no longer is the happy husband, but the creature that had frightened you the other night. The creature that had killed Rhea Royce, and took her lands.
âYou couldnât leave it alone, could you?â He grabs you by the neck, snarling.âI told you to leave it alone.â
Your pulse begins to race. You cannot speak, and you can only take shallow breaths. Your panic must show on your face because Daemon smiles at you, coldly. He squeezes a tad harder, enough to cut off your breath.
You gasp. It comes out more like a choked hiccup.
âLook at what you are making me do.â When you are starting to feel lightheaded, breath coming out in desperate wheezes, Daemon gives you a shove. âI never wanted to do this. This is all your fault.â
âYou donât have to kill me.â You plead, voice shaking. âIâll keep your secret.â
Daemon looks at you, and laughs.
âI assure you, I have not gotten away with it this long because I believe every pretty thing telling me they will keep their mouths shut.â
Your eyes widen. The phrasing is strange. Every pretty thingâŠ
âThere had been others?â Daemon scoffs at your question, but doesnât answer. You look into his eyes, and try pleading once more. At this point, tears are streaming down your cheeks. You are sure you make a very pathetic sight. âJust⊠Donât kill me.â
âGood Gods. Are all Hightowers this dumb or is it you and Aliwhore?â Daemon grasps your face, roughly. You cannot believe your ears. Where is all this hatred coming from? It seems like the man you loved, the one that had courted you for endless summer days, is gone. All that is left is his profound hatred for you and your family. Had he only pretended not to hate you, and was showing his true colors now? âAt least die with some dignity, you pathetic cunt.â
Dignity. Dignity could buy you time. You need it, to think of a way to survive.
âAllow me to pray, then. To make my peace with my death.â
Prayer wasnât your strong forte. But you guessed you could possibly buy an hour with it. You had never been as devout as your siblings, but you could pretend well enough to fill the time as you tried to make your own miracle happen.
Daemon studies your expression closely. He tilts your head up and down, and then gives you a patronizing little pat on the cheek.
âFine.â He spits out. âPray. Only a few minutes, not a second more.â
You walk past him, intent on going back to the tower where a statue of the Mother stands. You watch his face carefully when you pass by him, worried he is only toying with you and has no true intention of allowing you to pray in solitude. But he doesnât stop you.
You make your way to the highest tower, kneel by the feet of the statue and weep. Your weakness only lasts you a moment because when you lift your gaze, you catch sight of a green standard approaching the gates.
Could that be..?
âAre you done?â Daemon asks, from behind the closed door. You can hear the drag of steel against steel, and picture him in your mindâs eye. Taking Dark Sister out of her sheath, face full of bloodlust.
âJust a minute more.â You beg, watching the rider stop at the gates and being allowed in by the guards. âDonât kill me, please! Not yet!â You cry out, as loud as you can, hoping your voice carries.
Daemon bursts in, Dark Sister held by his side. His smile is cold, his face the image of calm. One would never guess he is about to kill someone by watching his expression. You notice the dagger he carries at his hip, but do not dare to try to take it. Not when Dark Sisterâs reach is much longer.
âOh, spare me the hysterics. More prayer will not spare you.â He lunges at you, and you evade him, but there are only so many places one can run to in a small room. Daemon catches you by wrapping your braid in his hand, giving you a harsh tug that makes you tumble down. You scream.
âShut up. Seven Hells, quiet.â Daemon places the sword at your throat. âYou willâŠâ
The door is thrown open by a kick, the loud bang startling him and making his grip falter.
âShe will do nothing.â Gwayne says, firmly. You can see Alicent standing behind him, wrenching her hands together. You have never been more grateful to see them. âOr Iâll gut you like a fish.â
âOh?â Daemon shoves you. You do not fight his push, laying limply on the floor. He turns towards Gwayne, sword no longer focused on you. âYou think you can beat me, boy?â
Gwayne cannot. He had lost to him in a tourney not even six months before. You do not hesitate. You grab the dagger at Daemonâs hip and stab him in the stomach, hard. And you do it again, and again, until your hands and face are covered in blood, and Daemon does no longer move.
You look up at your siblings, then. Alicentâs face is horrified, but when she senses your eyes on her, she smooths down her expression. Gwayne watches with vague interest. At some point, he seems to have taken Dark Sister from Daemonâs hand because he now holds it.
The three of you stare at each other. The blood on your hands is rapidly cooling and turning sticky. You wipe your hands on your dress.
You had thought you would feel something if you killed another person. Instead, you only feel numb. Empty. Daemon is gone, and so are his things. His kisses, his threats, the monster that lurked beneath.
Itâs Alcent who first speaks, face pale. âThe red room. We need to get to work.â
By the end of it, it is as if he never came home at all. The three of you hug, on the brink of tears. Another string tied you now, beyond the sibling bond. The man you had murdered, and the duty to forget him.
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Thinking about it, like, genuinely, I think characterising Rhea as someone who hates humanity because of her reaction to Edelgard in the Holy Tomb... misses the fact that, for me, she can only react that strongly to what she sees as betrayal because she cares about humans as a whole. That's why it sends her into a spiral. That's why it hurts her to the point of anger : because it stabs her with pinpoint accuracy into the still bleeding parts of her, the part of her that is the only survivor of Zanado. The part of her that was beaten bloody open and to a pulp by humans who were greedy for power and didn't care who they killed in the process.
It feels to me like this is exactly why she gets so deeply affected by this - because she did put a lot of her chips on the bet that humans are better than Nemesis and the Agarthans. To the point of sparing the children of her enemies, their families, their clans. To the point of repeatedly opening her home for them.
That's... not the behaviour of someone who despises humanity
Is she letting herself be close to people ? No. But does that mean she doesn't care for them ? No, not at all. She is just. Closed off. That's not the same as not caring.
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The New Doctor
Rhea Ripley x Reader
Warnings: Jealousy, Smut
Request: Basically the idea in my head is the reader being like the "first aid" person, just to sanitize the small cuts and wounds, and checking that everything ok, dominik being flirty and rhea getting jealousđ smut+fluff?
A/N: Thank you for the request. This gave me Mignon vibes. Hope you enjoy it!Â
After all those years spent in med school, you definitely didn't expect to end up here.
Working for the WWE, taking care of injured fighters, but you weren't complaining.Â
You loved working with people and these people were so kind to you.
Most of the time they came in due to small injuries, cuts or small bruises.
They knew how to take care of themselves.Â
Most of the time.
But when they didn't, it was you who had to patch them up.Â
When you first met Rhea, the circumstances weren't the best. You only got to work when someone rushed over to you asking for help with Rhea.
Her shoulder got hurt during work out.
"What happened?" you asked her but her assistant began to answer. So, you gave him a look and said. "I believe she is a big girl and can answer for herself. Wait outside please." He left, leaving you and a very amused Rhea in the room. "So, what happened?" you asked her and she pulled her hand away from her left shoulder.Â
"As I tried to hit, it was like my shoulder was stuck and when I punched it just... popped? But then I moved back so I don't think it dislocated."Â
"Let me see." you stood up, leaving her sitting as you grabbed her elbow and shoulder.Â
After feeling around you couldn't feel a dislocation. Then, you began to slowly move her arm but immediately stopped when she groaned.Â
"I think you pulled the muscle. I didn't feel a dislocation so that's good. It will be sensitive for a couple of days, if it doesn't get better please visit a hospital."
"Thank you."
"If you want, I can check it for you tomorrow again. Feel free to come in." She smiled at you before leaving.
Leaving her perfume behind along with the way her skin felt along your fingers.
After that day, she made sure to come by your office every day.
Sometimes she would just sit there and watch you work but other times, she would talk to you.
You loved her accent and the way she talked.
So, you didn't mind her company while you worked.
You began to like her on a deeper level, more than a coworker.Â
But you tried to stay professional. No matter how she made you laugh or blush.
"Ah, Dominik, come in." you waved, calling him in from the door way.Â
You were with Rhea in your office when Dominik came in with a pained look. "What happened?"
"I fell and I heard my wrist... make a noise."
"Oh, how did you fell?" you asked as you washed your hand while he sat down on the examining table.Â
Dominik explained how he fell while you examined his wrist and hand.
"You look beautiful today. But again, you always do, Doctor."
"Seems like you pulled your muscle here." you tried to ignore his words.
"I wouldn't mind pulling a different kind of muscle with you." you froze for a moment, your mind needed time to process what he just said.
Then your thumb pressed along his wrist and he cried out in pain.
"Keep on dreaming. Put ointment on it and it will be good in a couple of days." You handed him a bottle of the ointment before he nodded and with an acknowledgement of defeat, left your office.Â
You let out a long sigh as you looked at the table in front of you, you almost forgot about Rhea.
Almost.
But soon, you felt her come up behind you as she trapped you in between her and the table.Â
With your back to her, you felt your heart hammer in your chest.Â
"Why is he talking to you like that?" she said.Â
"I'm not interested in him. Or anyone else." you said while she moved her nose into your neck, you felt her breath on your skin.
"You are mine." she said and you were about to reply when her hand reached in between your legs. "Say it."
"I'm yours." you said without any hesitation as her hand reached into your pants and found your clit where she began her assault.Â
Her lips worked on your neck and shoulder while her fingers worked their magic on your most sensitive part. You weren't sure how you are standing.
Your legs were shaking at every word she said.
"Good girl." "Are you close?" Will you come for me?"
She kept praising you.
You were so close.
"Say it again and I will let you come."Â
"I'm yours." you said with a whine and she didn't lie.Â
Your enitre body was shaking as you came undone. She pulled her fingers out of your pants and turned you around to face her.
She liked her fingers with a wicked smile.
"Never forget who made you cum like that." she said and simply walked out.
Leaving you a mess.Â
You looked at the door Rhea just walked out of.Â
"What the fuck just happened?" you asked no one in particular.
But you had a feeling deep down. A feeling that let you know this was only the beginning.
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đ Pairing: Jey Uso x f!Reader x Rhea Ripley đ Summary: Jey and his girlfriend get the surprise of their lives when Rhea decides to join them. đ Warnings: NSFW. Threesome (m/f/, f/f, m/f/f), oral m and f receiving, thigh-riding, sex, cum, dirty talk, marijuana, alcohol 18+ đ Notes: Since there are two women involved, itâs difficult to leave the Reader nameless, so Iâm just gonna call her Baby. đ Taglist: @mselenalovebug. If you'd like to be added, please click here! đ Requested By: @tori143da. Hope you enjoy!
The drinks were flowing, a few joints were passed around, and the party was in full swing to celebrate Jeyâs championship win. His girlfriend, Baby, of course, was on his lap, arm around his shoulders, favorite drink in hand, pink Yeet sunglasses shielding her bleary eyes, taking the scene in around her. Rhea was on the other side of Jey, just over the fence of buzzed, giggling at something Damian, who was sitting on the floor beside her, spliff in hand, said. Various superstars were sprinkled throughout the moderately sized hotel room, making the space seem that much smaller, the air that much thicker, and the tension that much more palpable. She knew she and Jey would fuck before the night was over, and sheâd bet her lunch money that heâd want to wear the title while they did it, which was perfectly fine with her, considering how incredibly fine her boyfriend looked wearing that belt. Especially with the new blue embellishments.Â
But as often as she was checking out Jey, her eyes couldnât help but drift to Rhea. The raven-haired beauty was often a topic of conversation between the couple, and just as often, an aphrodisiac of sorts, since seeing her in painted-on leggings or barely-there ring gear sent the coupleâs libido into overdrive. They talked about her while they fuckedâJey fucking his girlfriend while Rhea rode her face was a popular fantasy, and a close second was having the women make out around Jeyâs cock. But really, anything involving Rhea Ripley was enough to make them both cum all over each other.
Baby took a moment to appreciate the beautiful fantasy that was lying between Rheaâs brawny thighs and licking her into oblivion, and when she came back to herself and the hotel room and Jeyâs lap, she realized that not only had she been staring at Rhea, but Rhea had noticed, and was staring right back. She licked those thick, perfect lips that sheâd recently cleared of all makeup, and winked. She winked, and Baby nearly fell to the floor. Rhea nodded, and it was like she was a tractor beam, drawing the other woman to her like a magnet as she slid off Jeyâs lap and onto Rheaâs. Her boyfriendâs hands held tight to her waist until he figured out exactly where she was going, and then he relinquished his grip. The people who noticed whooped and hollered, but the women paid them no mind. Rhea wrapped an arm around Babyâs waist, cradling the smaller womanâs face, long nails tickling her cheek. Baby delicately pressed their lips together, testing the waters, and Rhea responded with vigor, deepening the kiss, hand slipping from Babyâs cheek to the back of her head, grip tightening on her hip.
âDamn, girl,â Jey growled into her ear, and she moaned into Rheaâs mouth. âWant me to kick âem out?â
She and Rhea opened their eyes at the same time, pausing their kiss to grin at each other, and they nodded in unison. Jey was up immediately, herding their guests to the door, letting them know they didnât have to go back to their rooms, but they had to get the hell out of this one. Damian took a moment to have a private conversation with Jey, and Baby could only guess he was asking to stay and watch. She couldnât blame himâheâd watched she and Jey fuck before while he jerked off in the chair across the room. But Jey turned him down without discussing it with either woman, and the smiles and relaxation that swept over them told him heâd made the right decision.
He returned to his original seat after removing his shirt and grabbing the Intercontinental title from the bed so he could then strap it around his waist. âWhy donât yâall come over here?â he asked. âI promise yâall keep kissinâ.â
The women snickered, kissing just a moment longer before turning to Jey. They crawled over to him, each straddling a thigh, and Jeyâs widened eyes were almost comical. Rhea and Baby seemed to be feeding off one another already as they leaned forward to kiss his cheek, down his jaw and to his neck where their kisses and licks were more out of sync and therefore more stimulating. Jey thrust his hips at the air as he turned his head to kiss his girlfriend, their tongues doing most of the work, and her own hips started to grind on his meaty thigh. Rhea moaned at the display, sucking on Jeyâs neck, and everybody felt when her hips gyrated.
âCome here, come here,â Jey mumbled, clutching the womenâs chins gently as he directed all three of their tongues to meet in the middle. Baby whined, Rhea purred, and Jey chuckled. âFuck yeah,â he said, gently separating them and urging them to continue kissing. âNow ride these thighs.â
The womenâs tongues collided before their lips, and as the kiss intensified, their hips naturally, and slowly at first, rocked back and forth. Jeyâs hands were all over both of them, ultimately fondling their breasts where he discovered both of Rheaâs nipples were pierced. âOh, my God,â Jey gushed, âtouch âem, Baby. Knew they was pierced.â
Rhea and Baby giggled.
âYou didnât think they were?â Rhea asked her.
âHonestly, if I sat down and started thinking about what you have pierced and where, I would never get back up again,â Baby said, blushing. Rhea smiled, taking Babyâs hands in hers so she could situate them on her breasts, pressing the palms of her hands against the bars piercing her nipples. âFuck,â Baby whispered, squeezing, groping, circling a fingertip around a permanently hard nipple. âYou have no idea how long Iâveââ She glanced at Jey, and he removed the Yeet sunglasses from her face to place them on his own, pushing them up his nose with his index finger, oozing sexual prowess by doing the simplestâsometimes nerdiestâthings. ââweâve,â she corrected, âbeen waiting so fucking long for this. For you.â She leaned forward, peppering kisses all along Rheaâs jawline, carefully tugging on her nipples, smirking at the moan escaping Rheaâs perfect mouth.
âHow long?â Rhea quietly asked.
âA long time,â Baby replied. âThe night you won the title ⊠the party after Priest won his ⊠Jey and I been trying to land you for a while.â
âAww, youâve been pining after me,â Rhea teased, winking at Jey.
âWe didnât wanna put no pressure on you,â Jey said. âShe tried to seduce you,â he pointed at Baby, âI tried to seduce you,â he gestured to himself. âBut you just wasnât havinâ it.â
âWell, Iâm here now,â Rhea uttered.
âThatâs right,â Jey said proudly, a hand on each of their hips. âBut what I really wanna know is ⊠why yâall stop ridinâ my thighs, huh?â
The women shared a uniformly diabolical grin, and they positioned their hands on his chest, Jeyâs girlfriend clutching the title at his waist, and they resumed rocking and rolling their hips on his muscular thighs. The champion encouraged them, telling them how sexy they looked, suggesting they kiss, and ultimately he brought each of them to him for a sweeping smooch.
âYou know where else I want these tongues?â he whispered to one and then looked at the other.
The women glanced at each other. âHe is the champion,â Rhea said, eyes sliding back to Jey. âThe champion should always get everything he wants.â
Baby breathed a laugh as she nuzzled Rheaâs cheek. âThe champion should be worshiped,â she breathed, sucking Rheaâs earlobe into her hot mouth.
âAbsolutely,â the Aussie agreed, and Baby applied gentle pressure to the back of her neck, mere encouragement, and Rhea went the rest of the way to meet Jeyâs lips once more. His girlfriend gasped, having imagined this scene plenty of times, but sheâd never anticipated it being so fucking hot. She could see their tongues slithering together and she felt a gush between her legs, and she didnât want to be the first one to cum. She slid down Jeyâs leg until her knees met the carpet, her jaw not too far behind as she now had a front row seat to Rheaâs flawless ass, the toned muscles bouncing with each flex. As this was Jeyâs night, she chose to let him direct, and what he wanted was their tongues.
Baby unleashed Jeyâs still-hardening cock, mouth instantly filling with saliva like Yogi Bear sniffing out a picnic basket. As Jey and Rhea continued kissing and Rhea continued riding his thigh, Baby engulfed Jeyâs cock in her searing mouth without warning. He thrust intuitively, gagging her, and she snickered at his neediness, the laugh dying in her throat when she saw that Jey had lifted Rheaâs shirt, her pierced tits on display for the first time. His fingers were swiping back and forth across the bars, Rheaâs hips picking up speed, and Baby knew what was about to happen before Jey didâhe lunged at her breast, sucking the jewelry into his mouth, and Rhea threw her head back, crying out. Snaking a hand inside her leggings and panties, Babyâs fingers delved within her aching folds, moaning around Jeyâs dick as she applied gentle pressure to the little nub.
Rhea made her way down Jeyâs body, both women squeezing between his legs, and this was the moment he chose to remove the sunglasses. Baby showed Rhea the position Jey usually liked her in when she was sucking him offâon her hands and knees, back arched, no hands, only mouth. Rhea recreated everything, down to the enchanted grin on her plump lips, and Jey scrubbed his hands over his face, shaking his head. The women waited for him to peek through his fingers before they attacked his rigid, weeping cock with lips and tongues, nibbles and sucks, and the noises Jey was making Baby had never heard before.
âGoddamn,â he groaned, hands on the back of their heads, and he held their mouths in place, watching with bared teeth and a gleaming grill as their lips smacked around the head of his dick. âAlright, give me them hands,â he growled, âgotta give this title some love. Keep suckinâ, though. Donât ever stop suckinâ.â
Rhea and Baby laughed, each lifting a hand to clutch the gold and blue belt, their mouths continuing to work him over. Rhea took his dick in her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, and Baby lowered her body so she could suck and lick at the underside of his cock. She lifted his balls from his pants, slurping each of them, flicking her tongue along the soft skin. Her eyes rose after several minutes of adoration, pleading silently to Jey as she cast her eyes at Rhea. He caressed her cheek, his cock all but resting on her face as Rhea never stopped sucking above her, just as heâd ordered.
âYou want that pussy, donât you?â Jey growled.
âSo fucking bad,â Baby whimpered, desperately licking every inch of his cock her tongue could reach.
Jey granted her request, allowing them to remove their mouths from his dick, but they had to crawl across the floor to get to the bed. Baby in leggings, and Rhea in spandex shorts, Jey groaned and hollered watching them obey him, and he remained on the couch as Baby helped Rhea onto her back on the mattress, head on the pillows. It was finally her turn to pull a pierced nipple into her mouth, she and Rhea combining to make noises that would rival any pornographic film. Baby made her way down Rheaâs sculpted, tattooed body, struggling a bit to get her shorts over her ass as she pulled them down and off. No panties, and Baby thought she died for a moment.Â
âGod, youâre perfect,â Baby extolled, hands gliding up Rheaâs smooth legs, her inner thighs, applying gentle pressure, allowing the former world champion to spread her legs on her own.
Rhea giggled, her own hand slipping down her body, middle finger dipping into her soaking pussy. Her bright eyes were mere slits as she watched Baby watch her touch herself for a long moment before reaching out to Baby with her drenched fingers. Baby sucked them into her mouth, licking every bit of Rheaâs juices, at the same time wiggling her own digits inside Rheaâs pussy.
âFuck,â Rhea cried out, eyes closing, back bowing. Her fingers fell from Babyâs mouth so she could massage her breasts, pulling at the bars through her nipples.
Baby glanced over her shoulder at Jey. Dick in hand, he was jerking furiously, and she couldnât believe heâd held back this long without joining them. She winked at him, he blew her a kiss, and the moment she returned her attention to the beautiful woman with her legs spread, delicious, wet pussy on display, she covered Rheaâs entire cunt with her mouth and sucked. Rhea groaned, Babyâs tongue writing her name in her pussy, and she had to grip her thighs to keep them separated, lest she be choked to death.
Babyâs brows rose and her eyes lifted when she felt a new weight on the mattress. Jey was crawling across the bed on his knees, still clutching his stiff cock, and he placed his other hand on Rheaâs head. Her eyes opened, instantly zeroing in on his erection, and her jaw dropped, accepting him into her mouth again. Baby stared as Jey pumped in and out of Rheaâs mouth, slurping her slick at the same time, and she reached between her legs once again to provide herself some relief. She was more of a giver, but sometimesâlike when Rhea Ripley and Jey Uso were in her bed at the same timeâshe needed a little attention too.
âDonât you worry that beautiful brain,â Jey said to her. âSoon as you make this girl cum, Iâmâa fuck that pussy.â He looked down at Rhea. Her cheeks were pink and collapsed as her mouth created a vacuum around his dick, eyes closed, and she was tugging at her nipples. When she heard him speak, those sparkling eyes unlocked and she smiled, mouth still full. âAnd then she gonna make you cum again,â he promised.
It wasnât much longer before Rhea was writhing, virtually sobbing, and flooding Babyâs mouth with her succulent juices. Jey pulled his cock from Rheaâs mouth and changed everyoneâs position. Baby removed her clothes and lay on her back, legs open. Rhea guided Jeyâs cock inside her dripping pussy. There were three of them, but as soon as her boyfriend was fucking her, Baby had to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pressing her lips to his. They both loved to fuck other people, but they loved to fuck each other more.Â
âI can taste her fuckinâ cum in your mouth,â he growled, shoving his tongue back for more tastes.
âFuck me, Daddy,â she mumbled against his lips.
Baby laid back on the bed, breasts bouncing with each thrust from Jey, and Rhea struggled for a moment to catch one in her mouth. The girls giggled, sharing a few kisses, and they heard Jey inhale deeply through his nostrils. They both looked at him, their smiles fading as his muscles flexed, as the gold and blue on the title still around his waist reflected the light around them. His hands were at the backs of Babyâs knees, holding her legs open as he fucked her, and Rhea started to move. She straddled Babyâs face, leisurely lowering her pussy onto her mouth, and took hold of her legs from Jey.Â
âNow fuck her,â Rhea purred, âso I can watch.â
Baby groaned, gorging on Rheaâs pretty pussy, hips rolling with Jeyâs rhythm to get his cock deeper inside her. Despite the slurping sounds she was making, she was able to hear the smacking from Rhea and Jeyâs lips. His pounding sped up, the bed now rocking against the wall, and Rhea began to grind on Babyâs face.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum again,â Rhea moaned. Baby clutched her hips and her mouth kicked into overdrive.
âFuck yeah,â Jey breathed. âCum all over my girl face. She love that shit.â Baby whined, body squirming, her own orgasm culminating deep within her. She could swear he was in her stomach, drawing a moan from her each time he hammered into her.
âBaby, shit,â Rhea howled, and the woman under her was gifted another stream of her cum, just as tasty, even not more so, as the first time.
Rhea quivering above her, coating the bottom half of her face with her essence, combined with Jeyâs now inconsistent pummeling, Baby clenched around Jeyâs pulsating cock and came. Her screams were muffled by Rheaâs pussy as she couldnât help but continue to eat as she rode out her orgasm, and her boyfriendâs thrusts began to stutter moments before he pulled out.
âCome here,â he panted, âbring your pretty faces down here.â
The women maneuvered their bodies into positionâlying on their backs next to each other, heads nearly hanging off the bedâas Jey jerked his drenched dick. He stepped forward, and Babyâs tongue snaked out of her mouth to lick at his balls. Rhea followed, and Jey roared before dropping string after string of cum onto each womanâs face. Before he was even finished unloading, Rhea and Baby were lapping his cum off each otherâs cheeks and lips and noses and foreheads.
âHoly fuck,â Jey rasped, falling back onto the couch. âYâall bout to give me a damn heart attack.â
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Joining the Biz.
When the hotels are all booked up, your cousin asks if a few friends can crash at your place. You accept, not knowing you'll be meeting some people who will become lifelong friends and get a shot at doing what you once loved. [Part Two of Three]
Words: 7.4K Author's Note: There's only a very brief Jey/Reader interaction in this. Oops. Just trying to set up Reader for part three, but at least there's some fluff that will make you smile. Hopefully..?
Over the next few days, your house becomes hang-out central. You even meet Liv, Finn, JD, and Carlito, but you don't click with them as you did the others.
It becomes obvious right away to everyone visiting your home that there's a connection between you and Jey, though the two of you dance around it. When he's not training at the arena or at the gym, he's snuggling you on the couch in the living room or just affectionately teasing you. Damian had volunteered to swap rooms with him, but you assured Damian that nothing overly intimate would be happening with Jey and explain your reasoning to him like you had explained to Jey's family. He understood and then dropped it, but you occasionally caught him smiling in sympathy at you when he saw you tucked into Jey's side.
Friday morning, your main three houseguests find you printing out a large picture of Roman. When asked why, you explained how Solo wanted you to crack Roman's serious facade, so you were going to sit ringside holding up a sign for him. And when they saw what you had written, they laughed, and Rhea took it upon herself to add red hearts around Roman's picture.
You drove to the arena early, flashing your backstage pass to be let in right away rather than wait in line. You had found your seat, which just so happened to be near the steel stairs leading up to the ring and took a moment to snap a few pics of the filling arena and post them. After posting them, you then had to clear out your friend requests yet again because the fans were interested in seeing who the woman that Jey, Roman, Jimmy, Dominik, Damian, and Rhea were posting about. Jey had posted about your workouts together, plus a few pics of your ass in your gear, but Dominik, Jimmy, and Rhea had posted your drunken dancing and Rhea's entrance stomp. Roman and Damian, however, posted group photos of all of you together or candids taken around your home and thanked you for opening up your home to their craziness.
And that, apparently, got their fans hella interested in you.
When the show starts, you keep your sign down by your feet until the perfect moment. Instead, you sit there cheering and booing as wrestlers come and go, snapping pics and video here and there. And when it's time for The Bloodline to come out, you boo Solo along with everyone else. However, when Solo notices you are booing him, his eyes squint as if he's trying to keep his mean mug in place and you're quick to form a heart with your hands and blow him a kiss. His lips purse as if to fight back a smile and you mentally cheer.
As The Bloodline talks, you grip your sign with one hand and prepare your phone with the other to take video. You boo as they talk and then scream when Roman's entrance song starts to play. Immediately you start to record on your phone.
Roman walks down the ramp, looking pissed off and intimidating as hell. You scream along with the fans, holding your sign out in front of you. As Roman nears, you cheer even louder and manage to garner his attention. He notices you first, keeping his expression neutral, but when his gaze darts to your sign and then back to your face, the wiggle of your eyebrows is his downfall. He barks out a laugh, realizes his mistake, and mouths I hate you while stomping up the steps. Half of your sign is a shirtless picture of him, but the other half reads Daddy's Home along with all the hearts Rhea had added.
As you watch The Bloodline and Roman argue back and forth, your phone vibrates with a text message.
From JeyBae:Â DID YOU JUST CRACK ROMAN ON LIVE TV?! To JeyBae:Â Yes. Yes, I did. Tell your baby brother I expect all my WWE shirts within the month. He'll know what I'm talking about.
Jey sends back laughing emojis and you send him the video of Roman when he reads your sign and cracks.
And when you get home later that night, you have a text from Roman promising to get you back for that.
You don't believe Roman until that same weekend, everyone's winding down at your house again after hours of shooting promos and having their pictures taken to refresh the web page. This time the guys are cooking, so you're free to lounge around and sunbathe with Rhea off to the side. However, just as you get comfortable, Solo and Roman take it upon themselves to grab you by the wrists and ankles. You scream as you hang between them, eyeing the pool with trepidation. Both men are laughing, bringing up how you made them crack on live tv, and no matter how much you say that it was all Solo's idea, the two Samoans swing you and then launch you into the pool.
Monday night has you attending Raw, ringside yet again, this time reppin' Jey with a Yeet sign and wearing his merch. You cheer and boo along with the crowd, surprising those around you when Dominik and Rey both break character when they spot you at different times. Dominik fist bumps you as he passes by, but your tio Rey takes a moment to pause and hug you before getting back into character. A few people around you ask why the Mysterio's are friendly with you, so you throw them a bone and admit that Rey's your uncle and Dominik your cousin. After that, they decide to leave you alone when they realize you're invested in the story telling going on in front of you.
When you get home, you're in high spirits. But then you realize that when Damian, Jey, and Rhea get back to your place, they'll have to pack and get some sleep before they have to wake up at four in the morning so you can drive them to the airport, and your mood plummets. And since you had eaten after leaving the arena, and the others had eaten at the arena, you decide to take a shower and crawl into bed.
Close to midnight, you feel yourself being moved and your eyes flutter open. You're curled on your side, and you see Damian and Rhea crawling into bed in front of you.
Rhea smiles, voice quiet. "One last sleepover."
A hand slides over your stomach, and you slide your own hand over it, sliding your fingers between Jey's. He's held you like this a few times, but you never touched his hand. Tonight, however, you'll allow yourself this moment. "I'm gonna really miss you guys."
"We're gonna miss you too," Damian says.
"Get some sleep, baby girl." A kiss is pressed to the back of your shoulder. "We still have a few hours before we gotta be on the road."
Though you're sad, you still manage to fall asleep while being cuddled by Jey.
Later, when their alarms go off, everyone's dragging their feet downstairs. You take the Range Rover, letting Damian drive. Rhea sits up front with him, and you sit in the back with Jey who refuses to let you sit far from him.
Damian parks at the airport so you can get off with them, and you help Rhea carry her bags inside.
When everyone gets to the point where you'll have to stay behind, they each take a moment to thank you.
Rhea goes first, dropping her bags and pulling you into a hug. "Thank you for this week. I didn't expect to find another family member when Dom suggested we stay at your house."
"You will always be welcomed here. Always." As you pull out of the hug, you wrinkle your nose when you feel your eyes stinging with tears already. Rhea laughs, her own eyes glassy as she steps back.
Damian steps up next, and you wetly laugh when your head barely meets the middle of his chest. "See you around, hermana."
"Don't be a stranger, Priest. You guys all have my number. Use it."
"I will." He squeezes you one last time before stepping back, he and Rhea starting to walk off. "We'll give you guys a moment."
As you turn, you're immediately engulfed by Jey. This hug is different than every one he's bestowed upon you since meeting you and you can't help but melt into him.
As your arms wrap tightly around his waist, you hide your face against the side of his neck and the two of you just stay there like that, not speaking. Then after a moment passes, you say, "This isn't fair."
"Right guy, wrong time, right?"
You huff a laugh. "Your brothers and cousin gossip too much."
"Nah. They just want to see us happy. You make me happy."
His words make your heart ache and your throat swell with emotion. "You make me happy too, but-"
"I know, baby girl. I know. It's like you said, this isn't fair." When you and Jey finally pull free from the hug, you can't meet his gaze. Not until he gently cups your face and makes you look up, pressing his forehead against yours. "We'll figure it out, yeah? It's only been a week, but already I know that whatever this is, it's different."
You sigh. "I can't do long distance."
"You will." Jey presses a kiss to your forehead and then steps back, smirking. "I'm not letting you go, baby. We're gonna text and Facetime so much that you're gonna be sick of me."
"You're ridiculous."
"And you're mine. Remember that."
You gulp, his possessive words stirring something within you, but you manage to squash it less he notices. Jey continues to walk backwards with his bag, smirking, and then turns to head to his gate.
As you walk out of the airport, you're filled with sadness and loneliness, but also hope for the future.
You've never had an issue sleeping alone, in fact you preferred it, but you have trouble getting used to an empty bed this time around. You manage to cope though, especially when your new friends keep their promise to check in with you every other day. And not to mention that you get to see their alter egos appear on Monday Night Raw and Friday Night Smackdown which gives you a reason to text them, making fun of their storylines.
In between of keeping in touch with Jey, you manage to focus on yourself and grow your business of IT work, having enough resources to hire a few individuals and purchase a few work vehicles so no one had to drive their personal vehicles to any locations. And though you hadn't realized it at the time, spreading out the work actually lifted the weight that had been on your shoulders.
On Raw, you can say your favorite storylines are the Terror Twins beating the shit out of Judgement Day any chance they get, and Jey stepping up to protect Damian and Rhea when they need it. You don't really have a favorite storyline on Smackdown, but you do watch for Roman and Solo, and their ongoing battle for Tribal Chief. You get annoyed with the Bloodline when they accept Nia Jax into their ranks, making their faction even stronger. And then during one brutal beatdown on Roman, Jimmy finally makes his grand return to the ring. Roman and Jimmy aren't enough to take on the Bloodline, so Jey surprises everyone by rushing to their rescue. It's a mini reunion of the old Bloodline, and the new Bloodline seems to think twice about attacking them before retreating.
It's when you're Facetiming with Jey, teasing him about when the Creative team is finally going to give every fan what they want- his date with Rhea to Waffle House- that you get a call from your Tio Rey. You make up an excuse to hang up with Jey, not wanting to clue him in about Rey randomly calling you, and then call your Tio back.
"Hey, Tio," you greet when Rey picks up. "What's going on?"
"Mija, how are you?"
"I'm good. Work is keeping me busy."
"That's good, that's good." Rey falls quiet for a moment before saying, "Listen, I know I spoke about you possibly joining the business, but I need to know how serious you are about it."
"I mean, I wouldn't mind," you say. "I miss it. Miss the training and everything, but let's be serious for a second, Tio. I'm in no shape to suddenly get into a ring."
"You're in great shape, mija. It wouldn't take much to get you fit for the ring."
You chuckle. "If only, huh." Rey says nothing. "Tio?"
"What if I told you I got you a zoom meeting with Paul? Would you listen to what he has to say?"
"Shit. Are you serious?" Your heart starts to beat double.
"Yes." He chuckles. "I remember how much you loved wrestling and since you've made so many new friends within the businessâŠ"
"I'll do it." The words are out before you can second guess yourself. "But I have conditions of my own, Tio. The storyline has to be pretty decent if I'm to agree."
"I'd expect nothing less. I'll text you the details."
"Alright, Tio. Thank you. I love you."
"Love you too, mija. I hope your meeting goes well."
You're a ball of nerves and anxiety when Rey texts you the information about your video call meeting with Paul "Triple H" Levesque, the meeting only being in a few days.
You keep the meeting a secret from your friends and tell your Tio not to tell Dominik because your cousin wouldn't be able to keep it from Rhea. And to distract yourself, you keep busy with work.
The video call with Paul comes and goes, and you end the call feeling like you're on cloud nine. The storyline they're looking to drop a newcomer into is that of a female presence alongside Roman Reigns, of all people. They want someone who can be serious, but also a little goofy since they're looking to tone down Roman's alter ego since he's become very likable once again.
You had explained to Paul that you would love to work with Roman as a female ready to kick any other female's ass who dares to lay a hand on him, but you're not looking for a romantic storyline. Against your better judgment, you admit to having a very personal relationship with Jey Uso, and you rather not make things weird by your alter ego getting it on with Roman's alter ego. Paul chuckled away your worry, especially when you went on to playfully ask when Jey and Rhea were going to get that Waffle House date because you were waiting for it just like every other fan.
Paul talks a bit more about how Roman will be treating this newcomer like a little sister and be protective of her as she will be of him, and you're liking the idea more and more. And when he sees your very obvious interest in wanting to be that person, he slyly admits that Raw and Smackdown wrestlers will be making appearances on each other's shows, so it'll be likely that you see Jey Uso more frequently.
When you finally admit you're seriously interested, Paul tells you that there will be more phone calls and a meeting in person to be had in the near future. Since this isn't the normal way to bring in a new wrestler, the higher ups will want to see you in action.
"Noted, sir. If I'm to wrestle in person so you can see my skills, there's only one female I want to go against, but she needs to swear to secrecy about not letting it slip that it's me she's meeting with."
"Who do you got in mind, kid?" He had asked.
"Ripley," you mused. "Her technique is right up my alley. Plus, she's a friend."
"Jesus. Don't tell me I'm gonna have two brutal forces on my hand."
You smirked at him through the camera. "Can you imagine a team-up with us? We'd tear your female roster up."
Paul had chuckled. "How are your mic skills?"
You shrugged. "Not sure, but I don't have stage fright. I'm good at talking shit, but I will have to remember to censor myself. I have a potty mouth when I'm pissed off."
"That's what the production team is for. They'll bleep if necessary."
"That's going to be a lot of bleeping."
"I'm sure it can be handled." There was a moment of silence as Paul looked at something off screen. "Well, so far I like what I see. You seem like you have a good head on your shoulders," he'd admitted. "Why don't we exchange numbers, so we don't have to go through the hassle of emailing. Then when I get everything set up for our face to face, we'll fly you out so we can see you in action."
"Yes, sir. Thank you so much for this opportunity."
And after a quick exchange of numbers, the video call was ended, and you texted your Tio the good news.
Over the next few weeks, you change up your routine to make more time to work out and even change your eating habits. You even call a mandatory meeting with your employees, telling them that you're taking on a second job that's unrelated to what you're currently doing. If they wish to walk away, they're more than welcome to do it with no bad blood between you, but if they wish to stick around then they'll be getting a pay raise since they'll also be taking on a fair bit more of the work. Your new hires have no problem with a pay raise and decide to stick around, learning their new schedule for when you'll be out of town.
When you finally fly out to meet with Paul, your Tio Rey, Rhea, and the higher ups, you're driven to a random gym to keep your presence a secret. You walk in with the hood of your hoodie pulled up and you watch Rhea warm up in the ring. For a moment you just watch her and then you head in.
As you approach the ring, Rhea takes notice of you. Smirking, you pull down your hood and her eyes widen in delight.
"Shut the fuck up!" She practically yells in elation. "You?! You're the new blood?"
Laughing, you hop onto the side of the ring and step through the ropes. "Hopefully."
Rhea embraces you with more laughter, squeezing you tight.
"Good. You've met already," Paul suddenly says. Stepping up to the side of the ring and looking up at the two of you. "So, here's how this is going to go.."
As Paul tells you what he and the other higher ups expect to see, you strip out of your hoodie and toss it aside. You pull your shirt off, leaving you in a sports bra and your leggings that are more than acceptable to fight in. You take the time to stretch, asking questions here and there to make sure you're on the same page of what they want to see. And when you begin, you and Rhea take the time to warm-up by running back and forth across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and dropping to the mat so the other could hop over whoever was down on the mat at the time.
Then when Paul tells you to fight, to feed off one another's energy and read each other's body language, you and Rhea lock in the middle. Each of you takes hits and kicks from the other, acting as if it were a real match and you were seriously injuring one another. You take turns climbing onto the ropes, but never properly get a moonsault in. You surprise everyone when you 6-1-9 Rhea, but Rhea ends your little session when she gives you the Riptide and pins you with her provocative pin.
Panting and heaving, you lay there on the mat as Rhea falls onto her own back, catching her breath as well.
There's a silence that follows before several rounds of applause break out.
"Atta girl, mija!" Rey cheers.
"That.. was impressive work for being rusty," Paul says. "How do you feel?"
"Honest answer?" You ask, breathing heavily.
"Yes."
"Rhea's pin kinda turned me on a little bit." Rhea and Paul bark out a laugh, and your Tio shakes his head in amusement at you. "But in all seriousness, I feel great. I haven't done that since I was a teenager and it.. it felt like coming home."
"I'm glad to hear that," Paul says. "We're all impressed, especially since you kept up with Rhea so well. You weren't joking that your technique was right up alley. I think with a few months of training, you'll be good enough to be introduced."
"Really?" You slowly smile, eyes turning misty.
"Yes. In the meantime, you need to make your presence known on social media. You have the option of keeping your private life private while making a new profile that's just for your public life as a wrestler, or you can start integrating your wrestling life into the profiles you currently have."
"Uh, I think I'll make some new profiles. I'll post some private life moments for the fans so they can get a peek behind the curtain in my life, but nothing too personal that they can track down where I live."
Paul nods, knocking his knuckles onto the mat. "Sounds good. And good work in the ring. I'm glad your uncle just wasn't all talk."
You grin. "Thank you for taking a chance on me, sir."
"Thank you for being an asskicker. Now, I'll be in contact. I'll get you a contract soon and we'll talk some more."
"Yes, sir. Thank you again."
Paul and the others take their leave, leaving Rey and Rhea with you. As they disappear, you can't help but burst into tears. Rhea laughs, rolling over on top of you and straddling your hips as she grabs your wrists and squeals. Rey joins the two of you in the ring, and you end up laughing as Rhea can't stop cursing and just being excited about you possibly working with her.
"So, what's this about a faction I've been hearing about? Do you already know where you're going?"
As you wipe away your tears, you sniffle. "Yeah. There's a storyline that requires a female companion and Tio Rey told them I could possibly be a good fit."
"And I was right. You were magnificent, mija."
"But it's all still a secret, so Rhea, you can't say anything!"
"Got it, got it. My lips are sealed." She crawls off of you and you sit up, laughing at her smile. "This is awesome. I hope you come to Raw. You can be our tiny terror triplet."
You huff a laugh, shoulder checking her. "I thought Uso was the triplet?" She snorts. "Seriously, I'm banking on you and Jey finally getting to go to a Waffle House, only for Damian to obliviously be third wheeling. You should become a throuple. I'd ship it if no one else does."
Rhea laughs. "Shut up. Don't give them any ideas."
Rey finally helps you to your feet, making sure you're alright and that there are no injuries that need to be looked over. You want to spend more time with Rhea, but she's got to get back to the arena before anyone becomes suspicious. But before she leaves, she tells you to keep her in the loop about what you can and when you'll possibly be making your debut. You assure her you will and to keep a lookout for your new public social pages where you'll start off as inconspicuous as you can by posting about how you want to get back into shape and what not.
When it's just you and your Tio Rey left, you hang out in the ring to listen to all the pointers he has to offer. He works with you for a couple of hours before he buys you dinner and sends you back to your hotel.
For your contract signing, your Tio Rey sits in on the meeting with you to explain a few things here and there. You're aware that your public socials will mostly need to be posts as if your alter ego was posting or anything related to fan interactions/charities/upcoming shows, but that you can also have personal pics/videos so long as you explain you're posting as your real self and not your wrestling self. However, since your impending appearance on the show is being kept on the down low, you're only to post work out videos or get ready with me videos and show no inkling of you getting into the business.
The topic of body art comes up because when you're under contract, any tattoos need to be approved beforehand. You assure Paul that there's not really anything you plan to get at the moment and understand you need to run any future ideas by the higher ups.
When Paul and some of the Creative team spitball ideas about how to start showing your face associated with the business, you have an idea. They hear you out, and though the dynamic between Dom and Rey is overused, you ask them to bring it up again. You can start flying out to shows to watch your family do work, but then get upset one night when Judgement Day starts beating down on Rey. It'll give you the opportunity to jump the barricade and shield your Tio, only to get into an argument with Dominik in the ring, tearing down those he now calls his family. You suggest Liv and JD attacking you, and Finn and Carlito attacking Rey while Dom stands back, unsure of what to do.
As you were talking, you hadn't seen the team taking notes. Only when Paul chuckled and joked that you should take up a part time job as a writer, did you finally sign the contract. Rey was ecstatic and Paul welcomed you aboard, telling you to go home and continue doing what you were doing. They'd bring you in soon.
. . . .
When you get back home, you don't change anything in your routine. The only thing that changes is that you start posting videos on your breaks, videos that Rhea immediately starts following and hyping you up for.
It takes a few days, but eventually you notice an uptick of followers from those you made friends with within the WWE community. Your comment section is full of encouragement and playful flirtation, but it isn't long until the trolls find your page. Some shower you with compliments because of your affiliation with certain wrestlers while others troll you. But since you're under contract, you can't lash out at their pathetic criticism less you want to be reprimanded by the higher ups at WWE.
One day, you're really feeling yourself and decide to do a pole workout. You wear a pair of cheeky workout shorts and a very pretty workout bralette, and get to work. There are no provocative dance moves, instead you decide to show off the strength of your arms and legs by climbing, twirling, and going upside down on the pole. You even show off your flexibility, and when it's all over you post the video with the song Play Hard by David Guetta, Ne-Yo and Akon. Immediately, the likes and comments roll in. And ten minutes later, Jey has you on Facetime.
"Yessss," you drawl as you answer the video call with a grin.
"You really gonna do me like that, baby?" As you stare at Jey, you see he's in a locker room, towel draped over his shoulder. You chuckle at his pout. "I know you danced in the past, but I didn't know you were still able to do all that."
"Of course I can still do it. Pole dancing is quite the workout. And it's fun when the person you want to see sees it." You wink and Jey squints his eyes at you.
"You still in them little ass shorts?"
"What is it with you and my ass?" You laugh, heading towards the body length mirror you have in the hallway of your home. Standing in front of the mirror, you angle your body so your ass can be seen as you twist, aiming the camera over your shoulder. When you see the screen white out for a second, you freeze. "Did you- did you just take a screenshot?"
Jey smirks. "Yes, and? I miss my girl. I need this."
You blush, heading shaking in amusement before heading to your living room and falling onto your couch to relax. "You're ridiculous."
"You know it! But as much as I've missed seeing your face and booty, there's actually a reason I called. Big Uce needs a favor."
You roll your eyes. "How many times have I told you and everyone else that my house is your house? If someone needs a place to crash, my house is open."
"See! Told you, man. You could have just showed up and she'd let you right in." Jey is talking to someone off camera and then he's scooting over, making room for another person. Roman enters half the screen. "Hey YN, how are you?"
"I'm good, Rome," you say. "How are things with you?"
He shrugs. "Could be better. My shoulder's been acting up, so the boss wants me to take a month off to heal and prepare myself for some storyline they wanna start me in."
"And you wanna spend that month here?"
You chuckle as Roman turns sheepish. "If you don't mind? It's just at your place, I know I won't be bothered if I go for a swim or soak in the hot tub."
"Come on down, Rome. It'll be nice to have some noise back in this house."
"Thank you. Do you think you can pick me up from the airport or should I get a rental?"
"Send me the details of when you'll be landing, and I'll be there."
"Alright. I'll go book the flight right now and text you right after." Jey takes over the call once more, grinning.
"What's got you cheesin'?"
"You. It makes me happy to see you treat my family like your family."
"Yeah, well they make it easy."
Jey continues to smile before it turns rather wistful. "The next time I ain't booked for anythin', I'm coming down. We have a lot of time to make up for."
"I'll probably see you before you see me," you muse. At his arched eyebrow, you say, "Dom and Tio Rey want me to start coming to shows. I'll probably wait until Roman leaves so I don't leave him alone here, but I should be coming to a Raw show at least once a month from now on."
"When you do, don't book a hotel room. You can bunk with me."
"Sure thing, Uso. Now get back to work. I wanna see you yeet that lame ass Judgement Day soon."
He laughs. "Your cuz is in that lame ass Judgement Day."
"I said what I said."
He shakes his head in amusement. "I'll see what I can do. Talk to you later, baby girl."
"Bye, Jey."
When Roman gets to your house, you help him get situated in the room that he'll be taking over for the month. You hand him the keys to your Range Rover to use while he stays and tell him you have a friend that works at the local gym who can get him some private hours should he want it. He agrees to the private hours so long as you join him which ends up being the perfect excuse to work out alongside Roman and post those pictures and videos. After all, you'll be part of his faction when you start at WWE, so it'll be nice to have those pictures on standby after your affiliation is known.
You and Roman post serious pics of working out side by side, encouraging one another. Some videos are silly, though, especially the one Roman posts where he mentions that having a workout partner is actually fun. But when he pans to you, you're laid out on the floor, panting for breath, and giving him a shaky thumbs up that he laughs at. While you had a decent routine, Roman's was intense, and you cursed him the entire time he pushed you to your limit.
Monday and Friday nights are reserved for watching wrestling on your flatscreen, and Roman can't help but tease you when you get into it, especially where it concerns his cousins.
"When are you going to make it official?" Roman asks as he watches you watch Jey's match on screen.
"When I can travel along with you guys for a couple months at a time," you answer without missing a beat.
"What about your job?"
You wince as Jey is tossed from the top rope. "I can work from the road," you admit. "I have employees now that can do the house calls and I'll be available Monday through Friday, nine to five over the phone. The only thing keeping me from flying out is that I've yet to find a trustworthy house sitter for when I'm away."
The only sound that can be heard is the commentators announcing Jey's win before, "You really love him, don't you?"
You freeze and turn towards Roman. "Love is a.. strong word."
He rolls his eyes. "If you didn't love him, you wouldn't be finding a way to travel on the road with us. It's okay to have strong feelings for him. You can't help who you love, when or how it happens."
You turn sheepish, not wanting to talk about it anymore with Jey's cousin. Your feelings for Jey were strong and they had caught you off guard. You figured they'd diminish when he left, but you only missed him more, and those feelings grew every time you spoke on the phone. It also didn't help that all your mutual friends were rooting for the two of you to work things out.
Roman lets the conversation drop and the two of you continue cohabitating like normal, treating one another like the world's most annoying brother/sister.
When it's time for Roman to get back to work, you fly out with him to attend a showing of Smackdown. You wear his merch, even carrying a sign that proclaims Roman as THE tribal chief. Unknowingly, Solo and Nia add beef to your future interactions with them when Nia rips the sign from your hands and tears it in half. You merely smirk at her, however, earning a nod of approval from Roman and a few secret texts from Paul who's giddy that his wrestlers are unknowingly setting themselves up for your explosive introduction.
But before you can get to your introduction on Smackdown, you need to make appearances on Raw as the distraught family member who's tired of your Tio and cousin beating each other down.
. . . .
Paul gives you a total of three appearances on Raw, sitting ringside and shouting at your cousin when he takes things too far with his dad. Some fans start to suspect that you might join WWE, however briefly, since WWE usually pulls in a non-wrestling family members every now and then to spice things up. Unfortunately for those who don't know, you're very much into wrestling and know how to hold your own.
On the night of your so-called debut, you're sitting ringside yet again.
(Live on Raw)
Rey Mysterio walks out to an amped up crowd and when he spots you, he takes a moment to hug you and greet you with a kiss to your temple. As he slides into the ring to start warming up, the Judgement Day theme goes off. Dominik swaggers out with Liv hanging off his arm and your nose wrinkles as Liv openly laughs at you, mockingly wiggling her fingers in a wave when you try calling out to Dominik to stop this feud already.
He doesn't, and father and son go toe to toe.
Rey and Dominik trade blows back and forth, and even with the help of Liv⊠Dominik still loses the match. This enrages Judgement Day, and it isn't long until Finn, JD, and Carlito are running down the ramp to beat up on Rey.
From your side of the barrier, you're screaming at Dom to stop it. You ignore the camera crew when they film your reaction and when you see Finn pull out a chair to wrap around Rey's neck, you hop the barrier. The crowd cheers as you slide into the ring like it's something you've done all your life and you cover Rey's body, holding your arms out as you stare up at your cousin who's standing on the top rope, ready to jump on the chair around his dad's neck.
A microphone is slid to you, and you pick it up, pleading with Dom as you stand up. "Stop! Stop it, Dom. That's enough." Your voice cracks and you sniffle. "It's enough."
As Dom stares at you in shock, he slowly climbs down the rope and requests a mic as you remove the chair from Rey's neck and slide it behind you, glaring at Judgement Day surrounding you. "Prima, what the hell are you doin' in here?"
"What am I doing? What are you doing?" You ask in return. "This is your dad, Dom. Your blood! Cut the crap already and come home."
He's stunned silent before huffs, a cruel smile taking over. "Home? What home? And blood doesn't define family, cuz. You should know that. When was the last time you spoke to your old man, huh?"
Oof. Low blow, but part of the script. Paul did tell you to ad-lib the fight to get under each other's skin. Slowly, you stand, turning around in a circle and putting your back to the ropes rather than having someone stand behind you.
"Of course, I know blood doesn't define family, pendejo. But I seriously hope you don't mean to call this rag-tag team of cowards your family." The crowd laughs as those of the Judgement Day take offense to that. "You really think Judgement Day 2.0 cares about you?" You huff out a laugh. "You're delusional. The only one who cared about you in their own weird way was Rhea. She brought you in. She gave you a family. She kept you safe," you seethe at him as the crowd agrees with you. "Believe it or not, Rhea and Damian were the only loyal ones of Judgement Day, and you ruined a good thing when you betrayed them all for a Harley Quinn reject that has eyes for Finn when you're not paying attention."
The crowd ooh's.
"No! No that's not true," Liv screams when she rips the mic from Dom, shouldering her women's title as if it proves that she's the best. "I love my daddy Dom and he loves me. Rhea was toxic!"
"Toxic or not, she's clearly the better choice." The crowd cheers as you look Liv up and down, disgust evident in your features. "Have fun with Rhea's sloppy seconds."
You drop the mic, turning to help Rey up. However, Liv's scream of rage makes you pause, and you feel the weight of her championship belt connect with the back of your head. You fall forward and the crowd goes into an uproar. When kicks start connecting with your back, you curl up on your side and curl your arms around your head.
Liv gets in a few kicks before you take charge. Between one kick and the next, you roll onto your back and sweep Liv's legs out from beneath her. When she falls, you scramble onto your hands and knees and straddle the women's champion before grasping her hair in one hand and delivering blow after blow with the other.
The arena fills with screams and cheers, and then you're dragged off of Liv. As your arms are held behind you by JD, Finn and Carlito help Liv up. She attacks you with hits and kicks while Dominik watches from the corner, hands in his hair as he's torn between stopping the attack or not.
THIS IS MY BRUTALITY!
Rhea's theme song goes off, purple lights flashing, and the crowd is deafening as Rhea and Damian rush the ring. Judgement Day quickly abandons ship, and the Terror Twins stalk the ring back and forth, pointing and threatening the cowards as they run away.
You stand back, glancing warily between the Terror Twins and your Tio who's still laid out on the mat.
When they turn towards you, Rhea and Damian watch you with unsurety in their gazes. You're holding onto your stomach where Liv landed kick after kick, and when your Tio groans, you rush to help him to his feet. Damian beats you to it, however, and offers Rey a hand up much to the crowd's surprise.
There's another stare off before you say, "Thank you."
Damian's expression is kept neutral, but Rhea slowly smirks, licking her bottom lip in a rather seductive manner. You can feel your cheeks heating against your will, and she laughs before her and Damian are rolling out of the ring with a mock salute towards you and Rey.
After a moment, Rey heads for the stairs and you follow after him, the two of you leaning on one another as you make your way backstage.
(End of broadcast segment.)
The moment you make it behind the curtains and filming is cut, you're engulfed in a hug by Dominik.
"Prima, that was so good!"
Liv walks up beside you, squealing. "That was awesome. I hope I didn't hurt you. I felt a few of those kicks connect."
"Nah, girl, you're good." As you pull out of the hug with Dominik, you high five the blonde. "The more believable it is, the more people will wanna watch you."
She laughs, calls you crazy, and then steps aside. The rest of Judgement Day congratulate you on a great intro, and then Rhea and Damian are there putting you in the middle of their group hug.
"Mate, that was awesome. I'm so glad I don't have to keep this secret anymore!"
"What? You knew?!" Damian demands. Both you and Rhea laugh.
"Where do you think I was sneaking off to?" Rhea muses. "Paul wanted to see what YN was capable of, so I was her opponent for the trial matches. Needless to say, everyone was impressed."
"Damn. I wish I could have been there," he says.
"And ruin the surprise? Never."
After your friends release you, your Tio hugs you. "I'm proud of you, mija. You were meant for this life and I'm glad to be a part of it."
Rey's words make you a little emotional and you have to laugh less you start ugly crying. "Thank you, Tio. I'm looking forward to what's to come."
As soon as your Tio releases you, you're spun around and yanked into yet another hug. "Damn, baby girl. No head's up?" You laugh as you hug Jey, this hug being long overdue. "Does this mean you're going to be on Raw?"
You shrug as you step back, but Jey keeps you close by tucking you under his arm. "A contract is still in the works," you say, reluctantly lying to your friends. Your contract was already locked in, but they didn't know that. "At first I didn't want to fight, I just wanted to be what essentially is a hype man on the sidelines, but Paul thinks I'm destined for more. I was scared to step on the toes of the females still waiting to be called up to the main roster, but Paul says he saw something in me worth taking the risk."
"Damn right he did," Jey says. "You're ballsy."
You smile up at him, letting him press a kiss to your forehead. "But anyway, for now I'll be stuck in the middle of my cousin and Tio, playing the distraught family member. They wanna gauge everyone's reaction to me and if I'm liked enough, they'll plant me into a storyline either on Raw or Smackdown."
"Yeet," Jey says, clearly excited. "Everything's coming together, baby. Now let's go check that phone of yours. I'm sure Jimmy and Roman are blowing it up as we speak."
Author's Note:Â Reader is a little ass kicker. This is very self-indulgent, so don't just me haha. Let me have this.
Spanish translations: Hermana - Sister. Mija - Darling (term of endearment family mostly uses for younger girl). Prima/Primo - Cousin. Pendenja/Pendejo - Stupid girl/stupid boy.
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