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[vintagegirl01]

Loved Up, Valentine

Summary: You and Ruhn have celebrated your first Christmas and New Year’s together. Now the two of you are ready to celebrate your first Valentine’s Day together. Though you have your own special surprise to give him.

A/N: This can be read separately from the previous fics. Although, it’s highly recommended to read those two before this one to enhance the reading experience. Also, please do NOT read if you don’t like smut. Other than that sit back and enjoy!

You and Ruhn walk hand in hand back to his apartment. Ruhn wears his dark well-tailored suit with his hair in a braid while you wear an off the shoulder light pink tea cup gown with light make up and your hair in a bun.

Ruhn had a wide smile on his face, keeping your hand in his as he gave it the occasional squeeze in his excitement. He practically led you with a near-strut in his step. Tonight had been perfect for him, the food was delicious, the mood had been perfect, and you were the embodiment of perfection to him. He smiled as he held the door open for you.

Once inside, he locked the door behind you. He moved to lean against the door, pulling you close to him. He looked down at you, a smirk on his face as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting on your lower back. He gently pushed you into himself, his chest pressing against yours as he leaned in to you, his lips gently kissing your throat and tracing just below your ear before he whispered quietly. His voice was deep and gravely, nearly a growl of anticipation.

“Wait….” You smile sweetly at him. “ I have a surprise for you. Just give me five minutes.”

Ruhn's face twisted into a curious frown until the word 'surprise' left your lips. A sly smirk broke across his face as he tightened his arms around you, not yet letting you go. A soft chuckle left his lips as he leaned in and gently nipped your earlobe.

"I don't know about that. You know how impatient I am."

You smirk. “I promise. It will be worth your while.”

Ruhn was still skeptical of giving you free reign at the moment. As if to prove his point, he pulled you in even more, the bulge in his pants pressing into you as he whispered in your ear once more.

"I'm currently wondering how well worth this wait will be."

You give him the best pout you can muster. “Don’t you trust me, Ru?”

Ruhn's expression shifted from skeptical, now to one of curiosity, as his raised eyebrow now queried. He'd release you fully now, letting you go and putting his arms down to his sides. The smirk returned as he nodded and gestured with his hand.

"Alright, then. I'll wait. But don't keep me waiting for too long, now. You'll only get me more needy."

You nod, getting on your tippy toes to quickly peck his lips before running to the restroom and locking the door.

Ruhn chuckled, watching you hurry into the restroom and close the door. Once that click of the door sounded, a deep sigh left his lips. He ran his fingers through his hair before he looked to the couch. He was going to take a seat and wait patiently. Though it was definitely more difficult than he'd expected. He was far too curious now. And far too needy. He let out another deep breath, pacing in front of the door, waiting for the five minutes to hopefully fly by.

Five minutes later…

“Okay, Ru! Are you ready?”, you yell out from the restroom.

Ruhn was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. He'd actually counted the minutes you'd been in the bathroom, but now that five had passed, he'd risen from the couch and quickly walked to the door.

"Yes, I've been ready. Been waiting on you for five long minutes now. I'm dying with curiosity over here."

As Ruhn waited for the door to open, he anticipated a few different things. But nothing that he could've dreamed of in his head would have prepared him for what he saw when you opened the door. His eyes had gone wide when he looked you up and down, his jaw nearly falling to the floor. If he was needy before, he was about to implode now. He was frozen for a moment before he could find the words to speak.

"Holy Hel..."

You walk up to him with your hair free from the confines of the hun you once wore and wearing your red lingerie, wrapping your arms around him as you look up into his eyes. “What do you think, Ru?”

Ruhn was in shock for another few seconds. When your arms wrapped themselves around his frame, he let his arms come to rest around you. There was a pause before he responded, his breath short and his voice deep and gravely.

"Where...where in Hel did you find that? Gods, darling...you look absolutely stunning."

You smile. “I ordered it online from Ethereal Love Shop.”

Ruhn let out a sharp gasp when you told him where you'd gotten it. He knew about Ethereal Love Shop and was well aware of the kinds of items they specialized in. This was one thing he'd never have expected from you. He bit his lower lip, looking you up and down once more, a noticeable shiver running through his body as his hands rubbed the sides of your bare thighs.

"Gods, you are an absolute goddess..."

“You are such a good boyfriend to me, that I wanted to do something so special for you.”

Ruhn's hands slid from your thighs, coming to rest on your rear. He gripped and squeezed at it in his hands, keeping you pulled close to himself. His body was practically radiating heat as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with a sense of wanton need. You'd hit a soft spot for him, and you'd struck that spot so well.

"Keep this up, and I'll worship you like the gods on high, my love."

You giggle. “I’m yours to do with as you please, you know?”

Ruhn's response was more of a growl than anything. When you told him that, that you were his to do with as he pleased, he picked you up in his arms and sat down on the couch, setting you down in his lap so you were straddling him. His hands roamed all over your body, touching and rubbing every bit of skin that it could find. He nipped at your neck, his voice a deep growl against your ear.

"Gods, I'm going to worship you to insanity..."

Ruhn’s breathing had grown ragged and erratic. The way you felt in his grasp, in his arms, there was a primal need in him to claim every bit of you as his. His hands moved under the top half of the lingerie, pulling at the lacy straps, his body nearly shaking with desperation.

"Darling, gods, I need you...now..."

You nod, working to unbutton his dark black shirt.

Ruhn was still breathing heavily as he watched your hands work to undo his shirt. His hands moved to the bottom of the shirt, undoing his belt and pants with a swift and practiced motion. While his right hand continued on, the left one moved to your shoulder, pulling at the strap to slide the fabric from you shoulder.

"I need to feel you...Gods, why do these damned clothes have to be in my way right now.?"

You giggle. “Are you referring to your clothes or my own?”

Ruhn smirked, his gaze nearly feral, filled with desire for you, as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He chuckled as he pulled it off, adding it to an already existing pile on the floor.

"Does it matter? They both need to come off. Now. I want to feel that bare skin of yours against mine."

Ruhn had you now, free from the confines of clothing. It was a bit quick, but he'd lost his patience. He was in charge now, and he was going to take care of you like he'd promised. It started with a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue parting your lips and exploring your mouth as he pushed you backward and he crawled on top of you, straddling you as he settled into place on the couch.

Ruhn had you now, free from the confines of clothing. It was a bit quick, but he'd lost his patience. He was in charge now, and he was going to take care of you like he'd promised. It started with a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue parting your lips and exploring your mouth as he pushed you backward and he crawled on top of you, straddling you as he settled into place on the couch.

His strong, calloused hands continued to caress your figure as Ruhn moved his head back to face you, his eyes filled with desire. This wasn't his normal, gentle and romantic self. There was far more of a primal desire in him tonight. He nipped at your earlobe before whispering in your ear, his voice sounding desperate and needy.

"Gods, I need you so badly right now, my love. May I have you, darling? Please let me take you right here, right now."

You nod, as his length nuzzles into your core.

Feeling that sensitive part of his touch at your core drove him further. His breath was ragged and filled with need as his hands gripped you tighter. He let out a low growl as he nipped at your shoulder.

"Darling, gods, I can't hold back any longer. I need you, I need to take you, I need this so damn badly..."

You moan in response. “Please, Ruhn… Finish inside of me.”

It was as if his last string of control snapped. When you told him that, it almost sent him over the edge right then. He'd been holding himself back so hard and for so long. When he heard you beg, his eyes nearly rolled back into his head from the desire he felt. His breathing was still ragged and heavy when he spoke again.

"As you wish, my love..."

With a few more thrusts, you squirt. Seeing you enjoy the pleasure that he has given to you, this causes Ruhn to come deep inside you. Ropes of warm gooeyness filling your womb.

“Ruhn…”, you give him a sweet smile.

Ruhn still had a wild, feral look in his, his breathing ragged. When you smiled, it was as if that wild look in him faded. The more normal, loving Ruhn slowly came back to the surface. A smile came across his face, his eyes softening as he looked down at you.

"Darling, gods...that was incredible."

As he removes himself from your core with a pleasurable squelch sound, some of Ruhn’s seed spills out of your core.

Ruhn watched intently as his seed leaked from you, his breath still short and his heart racing from that experience. When he saw it, his expression became almost needy once more. He growled quietly, biting his lower lip as a look of hunger came to his face once more.

"Darling, gods...this is going to sound like I'm crazy but..."

He paused, breathing heavily for a moment before he spoke again. His voice was still ragged and his expression still filled with that need and desire.

"Can I...can I eat you...please...my love...?"

You blush. “You want to eat me out?”

You are shocked he suggested that. Never had you thought he’d be into that. More due to the fact that you think it would be awkward for him.

Ruhn was still breathing and speaking erratically, his need for you far from being sated. He was very much still experiencing the aftereffects of the previous act, his face still a soft shade of red. His hands continued to touch and caress your body, as if his touch couldn't be separated from you right now

"Gods yes...please, my love...I need to taste you."

You’re speechless. “But, but… your seed is in there too.”

Ruhn's face was still flush with desire, his breathing still ragged as ever. He let out a breath, looking you dead in the eye, his voice quiet and deep. His need for you was still at an all-time high, and his face was still flushed red.

"I know it is, and...gods, that just makes me want to taste you even more, my love. Please...let me have you. Let me taste you."

Wordlessly, you nod.

Ruhn let out a low, guttural moan when you nodded. The feral look in his eye was back, his need for you overriding the gentler side of himself, for now. He picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bed. As he set you down, he spoke in a low, deep voice once more.

"Lie back for me, darling, please."

As Ruhn got you set down in the bed, he got up on it on his hands and knees. He began to crawl his way to you, closing the gap between you in a few swift motions. He was still breathing deep and ragged as he spoke in a hoarse, quiet tone.

"I'm right there, darling. I don't even know where to start, I just need to taste you, I need it like I need to breath, I-,"

He stopped talking as he was now right between your legs, his breathing very ragged now as he looked down at you. The raw need in him was almost enough to drive him mad at this point, though the sight of you helped to keep him somewhat in control.

"Gods, you look so perfect...please, let me taste you, my love, please...I need you so badly..."

When you grabbed his head, a quiet gasp left Ruhn's lips. It was like you were giving him the sign, the permission he'd been begging for. It was at that moment that he just gave in to that primal, wild need in him, that need that was desperate for a taste of you.

As Ruhn had that first taste of you, a quiet moan left his lips. It was a sound that was a mixture of relief, joy, and complete and utter need. It was a sound that you'd never quite heard before, but it was all just a symptom of how badly he'd wanted this.

His tongue continued to explore your core, tasting and licking at you. His breathing was still deep and ragged, as if he couldn't get enough. He was acting just as he'd said, as if he needed to taste you like he needed to breathe. It was almost like he couldn't get enough, that he couldn't take all of you in fast enough, like he needed more, so much more. This was a new experience for him, and one that he was suddenly growing to love.

When you came in his mouth, a low, guttural moan left his lips. He could feel your release on his tongue, and he drank it in as if it was a fine wine. It was like he needed that as well, he needed that taste of you, that release that he'd been longing for all this time. It made his heart race and his breath get even more ragged, as if you were the one thing sustaining him in that moment. And you were, he needed you more than anything else. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you, enough of your taste, enough of your body.

As he came up to face you, his eyes were still intense, that feral look still present in them. But there was a certain calm, and certain sense of relief in him as well. Like he'd been sated, though it was hard to say for how long. He kissed you, and it was very different this time. This was more of a kiss to show his love and affection, than a kiss of pure need and desire.

You both pull away and look at one another. “Happy Valentine's Day, Ru.

A light chuckle left his lips as his expression softened even more, a smile crossing his face. The wild look in his eyes was nearly completely gone now. All that you saw now was the loving, caring, and affectionate fae male you knew him to be. He let out a breath as he pulled you closer to his chest, nuzzling against your shoulder.

"And a happy Valentine's Day to you, my love. You are my favorite gift, by far."

[vintagegirl01]

Vying for the Sea 🌊 (Pt.4)

Duke Leto Atreides x female Velaryon reader

Summary: You and your husband meet the conqueror once again; a showdown ensues.

As the ship docks on the Caladanian docks, Leto takes your hand in his, a soft smile on his face as he gazes out at the rolling hills and fields that surround the city in the distance. The journey had been relatively smooth, almost peaceful, and the time spent with you on the journey has only served to strengthen his bond, his feelings for you.

“Well, darling, here we are.” He murmurs, his eyes still fixed on the scenic view, his grip on your hand almost possessive, as if wanting to hold onto you, even now.

You take in the lush landscape. “It is so beautiful here. I only hope I will make a good impression on the people of Caladan.”

Leto turns to gaze at you, his expression one of reassurance and affection. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, a small smile on his face.*

“Trust me, my love, they are going to love you. How could they not?” He grins, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

You smile up at him.

Before you two can get off the boat, you hear screeching from above. You then look up to see that Aegon has come on Balerion.

As Balerion lands nearby, a low, guttural rumble almost like a greeting leaving his scaly snout, Leto lets out a low whistle, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of his brother, and the dragon's presence. He gently squeezes your hand again, a touch of surprise and wariness in his gaze, wondering just what Aegon is doing here.

"It seems we have a guest, my love." He murmurs, his gaze remaining fixed on Balerion and Aegon as they approach.

You look unamused. “Cousin Aegon. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Aegon takes a few steps toward the docking area, a sly smile on his face as he comes to stand in front of you and Leto. His eyes sweep over you both, his gaze lingering on your hand, intertwined with Leto's, his gaze almost scrutinizing, before he grins, a sly, almost mocking look in his eyes.

"Well, well, if it isn't the newlyweds. Having a nice honeymoon, I presume?" He drawls.

You try to hide the shock you are experiencing with the best poker face you can muster. “You knew of our ceremony back on Driftmark?”

Aegon nods, his smirk widening a little bit, his gaze still fixed on the two of you. He slowly takes a few steps closer, walking with a casual, almost nonchalant air, his eyes never leaving you.

"Of course I did, cousin. I have eyes and ears all over Westeros. I know more than you might expect." He responds, his voice almost low as he gazes at your interlocked hands, his expression almost appraising.

"Though I must say," He starts again, a slight hint of mockery in his tone, as his eyes sweep over your form, taking in your appearance, the way you stand next to Leto, almost close enough to touch.

"Getting married on Driftmark, hm? That's certainly a choice. Not very conventional, given..." He pauses, his gaze flickering over to Leto for a moment, a small smirk on his face, his meaning clear.

“You gave us no choice, Aegon. I wanted to ensure Leto and I were married without any …complications.”

Aegon chuckles softly at that, his smirk widening almost into a grin. He casually crosses his arms over his chest, still walking closer, his gaze darting between you and Leto.

"Complications, you say? Whatever could you be referring to, I wonder?" He questions, a note of feigned ignorance in his tone, as if he already knows exactly what you mean.

“The fact that you wanted to take me as another wife.”

At that, Aegon's smirk widens even more, a hint of amused irritation flashing in his eyes as he stops walking, standing a few paces in front of you and Leto. He almost sneers as he responds.

"Ah, that little detail, yes. A shame that you chose to get married without giving me any chance to protest. Or offer alternate terms, perhaps." He murmurs, his gaze almost fixated on you, his eyes lingering on your figure, slowly raking over you.

He lets out a small scoff, his gaze slowly moving to Leto, a hint of bitterness in his expression, as if he's not quite happy with the current situation.

"Though I suppose it's not all bad, I suppose. At least Leto can get his hands on you now, as much as he wants." He comments, his voice low and mocking, his eyes still lingering on you, almost sizing you up, like he's trying to decide something, or appraise you.

“We already consummated our marriage…” You say this, letting him know that he doesn’t get to be your first. Only your husband gets to be your first and last.

As you reveal that you and Leto have already consummated your marriage, Aegon's expression shifts slightly, a small flicker of irritation crossing his features, as if he's not particularly happy with the idea of you with anyone but him. His eyes narrow slightly, his gaze darkening a bit as he looks over the two of you.

"I see. And did he do a good job, I wonder?" He grumbles, his tone a bit petulant as he looks you up and down.

He pauses, his gaze raking over you once more, almost as if sizing you up, before his eyes flicker back to Leto for a moment, almost giving him a look that communicates that he can do better.

"Did he please you as well as I could, I wonder? Was it everything you imagined it would be, darling?" He murmurs, his tone almost a challenge, as if he's trying to goad both you and Leto into a reaction.

After a moment's pause, Aegon continues, his voice low and almost possessive, his gaze fixed on you as he murmurs,"I bet he couldn't please you the way I could, darling. Though I must say I applaud you for your decision. But I am curious, how was he? Did he...measure up?"

He nearly sneers, his gaze flickering over you for a moment, appraising, almost envious.

You become flustered. “Our lovemaking is only between Leto and I.”

At that, Aegon let's out a bark of rough laughter, a frustrated and almost irritated note in his tone, as if your comment irks him a bit

"Ah, always so coy, are you? Keeping your secrets, hmm? But I'm sure the truth will come out eventually, darling, you can't keep it hidden for long I'm sure." He smirks, his eyes flickering over you, almost like he's mentally assessing you, his gaze almost fixated on your figure.

“It will when I swell with my husband’s child.” You say proudly.

At that, Aegon's smirk falters for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as he stares at you, his expression almost stunned at your boldness, and your declaration.

"You...You plan to have his child? You're just... You're just going to let him make you pregnant? Just like that?"

He almost stumbles over his words, surprise and annoyance written all over his face, as if the very idea offends him somehow.

“Why not? I told you I want to carry his heirs, right Leto?

Leto nods at your comment, a small, almost proud smile on his face, his arm wrapping around your waist, holding you possessively, as if staking his claim, almost as if he's showing off.

"Of course, my love." Leto responds, his voice filled with a hint of confidence and possessiveness. He turns to look at Aegon, a slight challenge in his gaze, as if daring him to say something.

Aegon's expression shifts slightly, his initial surprise fading into a deeper, more intense irritation, almost as if hearing you and Leto speak so casually about having heirs infuriates him somehow.

"You... You just... You just give yourself up, so easily? Like some prized broodmare, ready to be bred? It's almost...disappointing." He almost sneers, the words sounding almost sharp and biting as he looks at you and Leto, his eyes flickering over your form as he speaks.

It was at this comment, Leto loses his patience with Aegon. His grip on you tightens, almost possessively, and he takes a step forward toward Aegon, his voice hard and firm as he speaks.

"Hold your tongue, conquer. You will not speak to my wife that way." He almost growls, a hint of anger in his tone, his eyes fixed on Aegon, his jaw clenched.

Aegon's expression shifts to one of mild surprise at Leto's sudden display of protectiveness and anger, but he quickly regains his composure, a small, almost sardonic grin spreading across his face.

"Oh calm down, Leto, I was merely making an observation. But I must say, seeing you so protective is almost...amusing." He smirks, almost baiting Leto.

“Do not give in, Leto. Aegon desires this reaction from you…”

Leto's expression hardens, his grip on you remaining firm, his gaze still fixated on Aegon, but he takes a deep breath, almost willing himself to remain calm and composed, his voice steely as he speaks.

"You are right, my darling, I should not give him what he wants."He responds, his gaze flickering between you and Aegon for a moment, his jaw still clenched, trying his best to control his temper.

Aegon watches with a mixture of fascination and irritation as Leto attempts to control his temper, his eyes narrowing slightly, almost as if he's trying to find a way to get under Leto's skin.

"Oh, come now, Leto. Where is your fire? You are really going to just let me talk that way about your wife, hm?" He almost mockingly questions, a sly smile on his face as he looks between you and Leto.

Leto's grip on you tightens even more for a moment, his jaw clenching as he struggles to keep his composure. But he manages to remain relatively calm, his voice low and firm as he responds.

"I will not dignify your words with a response, conquer. You will not speak about my wife in such a degrading manner, and that is final." He almost growls, his gaze fixed on Aegon, his stance protective and unyielding, almost daring Aegon to push him further.

“Leave now, Cousin Aegon.”

Aegon's smirk falters somewhat at your command, his expression shifting to a mix of mild surprise and irritation.

"You...you're sending me away, darling? Not very welcoming hosts, you two." He almost sneers, a note of mockery in his tone, but there's a hint of something else in his eyes as he looks at you, reluctant to leave just yet.

His gaze moves to Leto, his eyes flickering over your husband for a moment, almost challenging him to make him leave, but he just stands there, a hint of stubbornness in his expression, almost defiant. He looks like he's silently daring Leto to try and force him out.

Leto takes his own sword out and tells the conqueror to leave.

Aegon's eyes widen slightly as Leto threatens him with his sword, his expression almost amused, but also a bit surprised at Leto's boldness. He stares at Leto for a moment, almost sizing him up, before letting out a sharp bark of laughter.

"Oh, you are getting bold, my friend. Threatening the blood of the dragon with a blade? How very...adventurous of you." He almost sneers, his eyes flickering from Leto to you and back again.

Leto does not care. All he is concerned about is protecting you. So if he has to fight him away, he will.

Aegon sees the determination in Leto's eyes, and he almost snorts in disbelief, clearly not taking Leto's threat seriously. He almost looks offended that Leto would dare threaten him at all, especially for your sake.

"You actually think you can best me in a fight? With nothing but a sword? How quaint." He almost mocks, the sarcasm and confidence in his voice almost palpable.

He casts a mocking glance at Leto's sword, his eyes almost dismissive, not even looking the slightest bit worried, his confidence bordering on arrogance. He almost sneers at Leto, challenging him with his gaze.

"You really think that little blade of yours can intimidate me? How pitiful. Go on then, amuse me. Let's see what you're made of."

Leto's expression turns even more resolute at that, his jaw clenching, his grip on his sword tightening. He takes a step forward, his stance shifting into a defensive one, his eyes fixed on Aegon, almost like a challenge, and he speaks, his voice low and firm.

"Do not underestimate me, conquer. I may not have a dragon, but I will not let you insult my wife without consequence."

Aegon's expression shifts to one of mild irritation at Leto's unwavering determination, his jaw clenching as he glares at Leto, almost as if the very idea of Leto daring to stand up to him offends him.

"Oh, I'm not underestimating you, Leto. You're just amusing to me. You think you can actually put up a fight against a dragon with nothing but a puny sword?"He almost mocks, his voice almost belittling as he takes a step closer to Leto.

He takes a moment to size Leto up, almost as if he's assessing his threat level, before his expression twists into a mock sneer, his eyes flickering slightly, the hint of a challenge in them.

"Go on then, make the first move, if you are so confident. Let us see what you can do, oh mighty protector."

Leto doesn't back down, his expression hardening even more at Aegon's mockery. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself, and he steps forward, his grip on his sword tight. His eyes are fixed on Aegon, determination and anger visible in his gaze, his body tense.

"So be it." He almost growls.

Aegon grins at Leto's determination, his eyes flickering with anticipation and excitement at the prospect of a fight. He takes a step back, giving himself some distance, his expression almost taunting as he looks at Leto.

"Good. Show me what you’ve got, Leto. Let's see how far courage alone gets you."

Leto doesn't hesitate for a moment. He lunges forward, his sword swinging in a swift arc, his movements quick and precise, his stance wide and balanced. He aims to strike at Aegon as swiftly as possible, trying to catch him off guard.

Leto continues to fight with determination, his sword swinging and parrying, his movements fluid and precise, while Aegon blocks and retaliates, his own sword work just as deadly.

The two men fight relentlessly, neither yielding an inch, the clash of swords and the grunts and gasps of the combatants filling the air.

Leto manages to land a few hits, but so does Aegon. They're both winded, sweaty, and slightly bloodied, their clothing and armor scuffed and dirtied from the fight.

"You...you fight well, I'll give you that."Aegon almost spits out, his breath coming in short gasps, his expression a mixture of irritation and begrudging respect.

Leto is similarly winded and exhausted, his sword held tightly in a white-knuckled grip, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. He doesn't respond to Aegon's comment, his eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the conqueror. It's clear that he's pushing himself to his physical limit, driven by his determination to protect you.

As soon as you step between them, they immediately stop, both men panting and breathless, their eyes fixed on you as you stand in their path. Aegon's expression is one of mild surprise, mixed with irritation, as if annoyed that you've interfered.

"What...what are you doing? Get out of the way." He almost snaps, his breathing still ragged, his sword still clenched, even as he speaks.

When you don’t move, Aegon pushes you out of the way, causing you to fall.

When Aegon pushes you out of the way, it sparks something within Leto. Seeing you pushed aside like that ignites a fire in his eyes, his expression shifting to one of anger and protective fury, his knuckles white from his grip on the sword.

"Don't...don't you touch her!"He almost roars, lunging at Aegon, his sword swinging with unexpected fervor, as if he's filled with a new level of determination.

The fight goes on for only a bit longer when one of Aegon’s sister wives, Visenya, makes her way near the three of you on Vhagar.

Once she gets off of Vhagar and begins to figure out what is going on, she tells Aegon to leave the two of you alone.

Aegon's expression shifts to surprise initially when he spots his sister-wife Visenya, but that quickly turns to irritation and annoyance, clearly irritated at the fact that she's interfering.

"Oh for...Visenya, stay out of this! This is my business, not yours!"He almost snarls, clearly not happy at her sudden appearance, but there's also a hint of reluctance in his expression, as if he recognizes that Visenya wields a certain level of authority over him, and he can't outright defy her.

Visenya, meanwhile, is as stoic and composed as ever, her eyes fixed on Aegon, her expression unwavering. She speaks in her usual calm, authoritative voice.

"This business has become mine, dear brother. You will stop this immediately."She almost commands, her tone firm and unyielding, her dragon, Vhagar, looming over them, almost as if adding weight to her words.

Aegon looks at Visenya for a moment, irritation and reluctance flickering in his eyes. He clearly doesn't want to back down, but he also knows better than to defy his sister, especially with Vhagar looming over them. He glares at Leto and you for a moment, before letting out a deep, irritated sigh.

"Fine. I'll leave..."He almost mutters, his voice filled with irritation and grudging acceptance, his eyes flickering to Visenya one last time before he turns and stalks off, his head held high.

You smile at your cousin. “Visenya, how can I ever thank you?”

Visenya turns to look at you, her expression remaining as stoic and calm as ever, but there's a hint of a knowing smile in her eyes.

"There's no need for thanks, my dear cousin. I only stepped in because this had gone too far. I know how stubborn and willful my brother can be." She almost chuckles, the hint of a smirk on her lips, her gaze flickering to where Aegon had stalked away.

Visenya casts a reassuring glance at both you and Leto, her expression almost motherly and comforting, her words gentle and sincere.

"You won't have to worry about him again. I'll make sure of it. You have my word." She almost smiles, before turning to mount her dragon, Vhagar, readying herself to take off.

After the both of you waving goodbye, Leto looks at you with a smile on his face.

“Time to give the Duchess of Caladan a tour of her new home.”

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Vying for the Sea 🌊 (Pt.3)

Duke Leto Atreides x female Velaryon reader

Summary: You and your newly wedded husband consummate your marriage.

A/N: Thank you to all those who took the time to respond to my poll. Greatly appreciate it. Keep in mind, this is my first time writing smut as part of a fic’s plot. Other than that, please enjoy the story and feel free to reach out with feedback if you have any.

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Leto carried you into your bedroom, his eyes filled with a mix of love, protectiveness, and desire. He laid you down gently on the bed, his tall frame towering over you in the soft lighting.

Taking a moment to savour the moment, Leto leaned down to capture your lips in a deep and passionate kiss, his hands gently caressing your body through the fabric of your wedding dress.

You smile. “You like the dress, husband?”

Leto gives a small laugh, his eyes roaming over you, taking in the sight of you lying there in your wedding dress. The dress hugs your curves beautifully, the soft, silvery fabric almost glowing in the dim light. He runs a hand over the material, feeling its softness under his fingertips.

“I love it,” he replies, his voice low and filled with admiration. “But I think I’m going to love taking it off even more.”

You blush, looking up at him as he gently takes your tiara off your head before placing it somewhere beside you two. “Remember what I told you before…”

Leto looks down at you, a half-smile on his lips, his gaze heated and intense. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, the feeling of it sliding through his fingers like silk.

“Oh, how could I forget,” he replies, his voice soft but filled with a hint of huskiness. “And you can rest assured…that I shall be taking my time.”

“I’m just worried… about not being able to do it right the first time…”, you sit up before looking down in embarrassment.

Leto notices your look of embarrassment and sits down beside you, his hand gently reaching out to take yours. His touch is warm and comforting as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his tone reassuring and soft.

“Hey,” he says, his voice soothing, “There is nothing to worry about, my love. I do not expect perfection. This is new for both of us. We shall take it slow, okay?”

You nod, knowing that you could trust Leto to be the man who would take great care of you being deflowered. You just thank your lucky stars that this is not a bedding ceremony where people have to watch the both of you.

Leto smiles, seeing the relief on your face. He brings your hand to his lips, giving it a light kiss, his eyes full of affection and understanding.

“No one will be watching us,” he reassures you, “It is just you and me. It is our night, to enjoy as we please. And I intend to make it a memorable one.“

As you make a move to remove your cloak and dress, Leto gently stops you, his eyes filled with heat and desire. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, rough whisper:

“No…let me. I want to take my time…unwrap you slowly…”

You agree instantly as if you were hypnotized before letting your husband take the lead.

Leto’s hands move slowly and gently, his touch almost reverent as he sets to the task of undressing you. Starting with your cloak, he unbuttons the fastenings one by one, his fingers moving with a slow, deliberate finesse. The cloak falls to the floor in a pool of fabric, followed by your gown, slowly revealing the expanse of your body to his hungry gaze.

He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you in your undergarments, his eyes roaming over your body with an intense hunger. His hands reach out, gently trailing over your skin, feeling its softness under his fingertips, his touch full of an almost tender possessiveness.

“Would you like me to help you, start taking your clothes off as well?”

Leto looks at you, a hint of a smirk on his face. He gives a small chuckle and shakes his head. “No darling. I want you to lay back and let me take care of everything. I want to focus all my attention on you…every single inch of you.”

“What about you?”, you ask.

Leto’s smirk widens, his eyes roaming your body hungrily.

“Me? Oh darling, do not worry about me. I have waited a long time to have you all to myself. And right now, I want to savor every moment, every touch, every sound you make. Let me take my time with you.“

You pout.“But I want you to feel pleasure too.”

Leto’s smirk softens into a smile as he hears your words, and he leans down, gently taking your chin in his hand.

“And I shall, my love. Trust me, I shall. But right now, my pleasure derives solely from pleasuring you. I want to make you feel worshipped, cherished, loved. I want to show you how deep my love runs, and what you mean to me, physically, emotionally, spiritually.”

His smile stays in place as he lowers his head, his lips finding a sensitive spot on your neck. His mouth kisses, nips, and sucks at the skin, his tongue gently soothing the marks he created. One of his hands gently runs down your side, mapping out the length of your body, until it comes to rest on your hip, his grip firm and possessive.

Leto’s lips move slowly down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along the soft skin. Each moan that slips from your lips is like music to his ears, and his hand tightens its grip on your hip, his touch both gentle yet possessive. After a moment, he pauses, lifting his head up to look at you, his eyes darkened by desire.

“Gods…the sounds you make…the way you react to my touch…” He murmurs, his voice hoarse with need. He leans in once more, his lips brushing against your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. “Do you have any idea how badly I have wanted you…how badly I have dreamt of this night?”

You shake your head wordlessly at him.

He gives a low chuckle, the sound dark and throaty, his lips moving once more down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses. He nips lightly at the tender skin, just enough to leave a mark, a mark of his possession.

“Well, I have…so many times. Nights when I would toss and turn, aching for you, desperate for your touch. Wanting to sink my fingers into your silky locks, wanting to hear your moans of pleasure, wanting to feel your body pressed against mine…”

With your permission, he works towards removing your undergarments.

When you are finally left bare before your husband’s eyes, your hands move to cover your breasts.

Leto gently prises your hands away from your chest with a soft shake of his head, a smile on his face.

“No, darling…there is no need to be embarrassed. I want to see every inch of you…do not hide from me. You are beautiful.”

You remove your hands from your breasts, hoping that your body is pretty enough for the older man.

Leto’s breath hitches slightly as your hands move away, his eyes roaming over your body, taking it in with an almost reverent gaze. The look in his eyes tells you all you need to know. He finds you beautiful, he wants you, he is filled with a hungry desire for you, and you alone.

“Gods…” He murmurs, his voice thick with lust and reverence, “You are perfect.”

You blush profusely, caressing Leto’s cheek. “You are too, husband.”

Leto leans in, his body pressing closer to yours, the heat and the weight of him almost overwhelming. He turns his face into your hand, nuzzling his cheek against your palm, his eyes closed for a moment as he relishes your touch. He then gently takes your hand, placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, his tongue gently tracing across the sensitive skin there.

“And you are all mine.”

Your hand that rested on his cheek before having it travel to the buttons of his shirt.

A small, amused smile quirks at the corner of Leto’s lips as you begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, his eyes filled with a mixture of heat and indulgence.

“Eager to undress me, darling?” he teases, his voice filled with a hint of huskiness.

The redness from your cheeks never disappears and you look at your husband. As if to ask if you can undo his shirt.

Leto chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the way the blush stays on your cheeks, his gaze soft and affectionate as he looks down at you. He nods, giving you silent permission to undo his shirt. “Go ahead, my love. I’m all yours to undress.“

Slowly, you start to unbutton your husband’s shirt until you facing his bare chest.

As he shimmies out of the shirt and throws it to the side, your eyes are taking in his form. While he is toned, you notice his chest is littered with old and new scars combined from combat.

Leto sheds his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. His chest bears the marks of countless battles, scars both old and new adorning the muscular expanse of his chest.

He watches as your eyes trace over his scars, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze, as if he was waiting for your reaction, waiting for your judgment.

Your fingers gently touch his scars. “Do they hurt?”

A soft gasp falls from Leto’s lips as your fingers touch his scars, his muscles tensing for a moment under your gentle touch. He shakes his head, his eyes darkening slightly as he looks down at you.“No, not any more. Just…unpleasant reminders of the past.“

“These only prove to me that my husband is brave and is stronger than what or who tried to kill him.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of Leto’s lips at your words, and he reaches out, his hand cupping your face gently. “You are too good for me, you know that?“

He leans in, bringing his lips close to yours, his breath hot against your skin.

“And yet…you are mine. All mine. And I’m going to show you just how much I love and appreciate you…”

His lips find yours, crashing down in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss is deep, intense, and full of a desperate need and desire. It is possessive and hungry, as if trying to devour you. He moans against your lips, his hands gripping your hips, holding you tightly against him, his body pressed close to yours.

His mouth breaks away from yours, both of you gasping for air, your lips both swollen and pink. Leto’s hands roam over your body, his touch almost fervent, his eyes filled with an almost primal need.

“I want you…I need you…” He breathes, his voice thick with lust, his hands gripping your hips so tightly, you’re sure there will be marks later.

“Oh, Leto! You already have me”, you proclaimed affectionately.

Leto groans, his eyes darkening even further at your words, he gazes down at you, his jaw clenching, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

“I know…gods I know…but I need more. I need all of you…completely, utterly mine. I need to mark you, claim you, make you mine in every possible way.“

“Go ahead. Take me…”, you say breathlessly to him.

Leto’s eyes flare with a dark, feral heat at your words, and he kisses you once more, his mouth devouring yours, his tongue licking and tasting every inch of your mouth, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip with a soft bite. His hands move from your hips, roaming over your body, as if trying to memorize every contour, every curve.

“You are sure, darling?” He breathes against your lips.

You nod, your hands begin to move towards his trousers in an attempt to remove them.

Leto's breath catches in his throat as he feels your hands move to his trousers, his eyes never leaving yours, his breaths ragged and uneven. He nods slightly, giving you permission for you to continue. His body is tense with anticipation, his muscles hard and taut as your hands work to undo the lacing of his trousers.

With the trousers undone, you can see how hard Leto already is underneath the fabric. His desire for you evident. Leto's eyes are almost impossibly dark, filled with an almost feral hunger, as he watches your hands move to the fabric, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as he waits for you to remove the remaining item of clothing.

Removing the last piece of clothing, you are shocked at the state of Leto’s member. “Are… are all of them normally that big?”

Leto lets out a rough laugh, his hands holding your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he speaks, his voice filled with a dark, possessive edge. “No…I hae been told I’m above average.“

His thumbs gently caress the skin above your hip bones, his hands warm and almost possessive as they hold you still, his eyes never leaving yours.“Scared, my love?“

You shake your head. “Not of you. Never of you Leto. I just… what if does not fit in my…”, you motion down towards your womanhood.

Leto’s eyes darken at your words, you can almost see him fighting with the primal, carnal part of himself, the part that just wants to take you, to ravish you completely. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep control, his fingers gently massaging the skin of your sides, in an effort to soothe your nerves.

“We shall go slow, darling.” He murmurs, his voice barely a growl, still thick with lust, “Just trust me.”

You nod, knowing that you can trust Leto with ensuring that you are taken care of. Not only tonight but for the rest of your lives together.

With a low growl, Leto’s body is hovering over you. He holds himself up with his arms, looking down at you. He gazes down at you for a moment, his eyes almost black with desire, his breath coming in short, rough gasps.

He gently spreads your legs, moving to settle between them, his eyes never leaving yours as he lowers his body, his chest coming to brush against yours, the skin of his chest hot against your own.

His lips find your neck once more, and he begins to kiss and nip at the skin there, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your throat, his hands holding your wrists gently but firmly next to your head, keeping you pinned beneath him. His body is pressed against yours, the weight of him almost overwhelming, his breaths hot and ragged against your skin. “Are you ready, darling?“

He murmurs, his mouth against your shoulder, his lips moving against your skin as he speaks.

You look into your husband’s eyes nodding. Though Leto doesn’t want that. He wants your words.

Leto leans in, his mouth close to your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he speaks.

“No, I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say I can take you, that you want me to take you.”

His hands grip your wrists a little tighter, his body pressing even closer to yours, his body hard and needy, his desire for you almost palpable in the air.

“I do, Leto. Please…”

A low, guttural growl rumbles in Leto’s throat as you speak, the sound a mixture of lust and possession, his body almost trembling with the need to take you.

“Gods, you are going to be the death of me.“He mutters, his voice a rough whisper against your neck. “Just…tell me if it hurts. I never want to hurt you.”

Once again, you nod in agreement. Anything to make the pleasure you feel continue.

As he puts his manhood into you, he looks to you to see how you are doing. So far, you were doing okay despite the uncomfort.

Leto continues to watch your face, his eyes searching your features for any sign of pain or discomfort. He moves slowly, gently, his body almost trembling with the effort of holding himself back, wanting to take you but also not wanting to hurt you, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps in an effort to control himself. He kisses your forehead, his voice almost a whisper.

“Please, continue”, you say as you begin to move in sync with Leto’s thrusts.

Leto lets out a low, guttural moan as your words reach his ears, his head lowering to bury his face in your shoulder, his body still trembling with the effort of restraining his own need. “Gods, darling, the things you do to me…“

His voice is a rough, breathless whisper against your skin, his arms wrapping around you, holding you against him, his eyes closed for a moment, as he tries to steady himself against the overwhelming feeling of you.

“Leto… Leto…. Leto…”, you moan repeatedly as your hands make way to his back.

The feeling of your nails on his skin, the sound of his name on your lips, the way you say it, it’s almost more than he can take. He lifts his head, gazing down at you, the look in his eyes almost feral, a maelstrom of lust and desire.

“Love…say it again.” He gasps, his voice rough, filled with a need for confirmation.

“Leto…I’m close…”, you moan out.

Leto’s eyes widen slightly at your words, a low, guttural moan rumbling in his throat.“So am I…”

He gasps, his pace quickening, moving a hand to hold your hip, a desperate need to keep you close, his breaths becoming more ragged with each movement.“Together, love…I want to…I need to…”

With a final thrust, you feel Leto’s seed in your womb as the world around you two seems to disappear. It is as if every other moment up to now, every second spent together, every touch, every glance, has led to this moment, and it is almost more than either of them can handle.

Leto’s body trembles against yours, his breaths ragged and uneven as he holds you close, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you, as if afraid to let you go. He gently brushes his lips against your skin, his breath hot and ragged in your ear, his voice low and rough as he speaks. “Gods…I…you…“

He lets out a long, shaky breath, his eyes closing for a moment as he tries to regain his composure, the feeling of you against him almost overwhelming, he can barely find the words to speak. Meanwhile, you have your right hand gently caressing his dark curls.

At the feel of your fingers gently running through his curls, Leto lets out a soft, almost involuntary sound, a low, almost purring noise, as he lays his head near your breasts. He presses his face against them, his arms, still wrapped around you, holding you close, almost as if he does not ever want to let you go. He lets out a shaky, uneven sigh, the feeling of your hands in his hair almost soothing to him, after the intensity of what just occurred.

He lifts his head, gazing down at you, his expression filled with a mixture of contentment, and a hint of awe, almost as if he can’t believe that he gets to have you, to feel your touch, to see you lying there with him. His eyes roam over your face, taking every detail in, as if trying to commit this moment to memory, his voice quiet but filled with an almost reverent tone.

“You are so beautiful, darling.” He murmurs, letting his eyes travel over your face and form, almost admiringly.

“And you are very handsome, my sweet duke”, you return the same admiration he gave you.

Leto gently brushes his fingers over your flushed skin, his touch almost tender as he explains his desire for you to remain like this, wanting to ensure that his seed takes hold and you may possibly conceive. He studies your face for a moment, his own expression a mix of affection and slight possessiveness, as if wanting to lock you down, to tie you to him in this way, to give him a legacy, an heir.

“Do you mind?” He murmurs, his hands brushing over your hips and thighs gently.

“I want to carry as many children as the gods will let us have. As many as you will plow into me…”, your voice laced with affection.

Leto lets out a low, almost primal growl in response to your words, his eyes darkening, filled with desire, possessiveness, and a touch of something else...something that can only really be described as primal desire, as if he wants to claim you, here and now, forever.

“Careful, darling...that kind of talk almost makes me want to get started on the next one immediately.” He murmurs, a slight hint of playfulness in his voice as his hands wander over your skin.

“The next one? We do not even know if there is one that will be in my belly after this night”, you giggle out.

Leto lets out a soft huff of laughter at your laughter, a playful smirk on his face as he gently caresses your skin, his touch remaining tender, almost caressing as he looks you up and down, taking in your form, a twinkle of mischief in his gaze.

“No, darling, we do not…which is why I might just have to spend many more nights with you to ensure it takes. Not that I would mind at all.“

He grins, his hands moving to playfully wander over your body.

“And not that I have any objections to that,” you wink playfully at him.

A low, rough chuckle escapes Leto's chest at your playful wink, his heart almost skipping a beat at the sight. He gently moves his hand to brush a strand of hair back from your forehead, his touch gentle as he gazes down at you, a smile on his face. “Good...because I had some other activities in mind for later...if you are willing, of course.”

He adds, his voice low, almost a whisper, his eyes darkened with desire.

You answer his question with a sweet kiss to his forehead.

Leto lets out a low, contented sigh as your lips find his forehead, and he closes his eyes for a moment, reveling in the feeling of your kisses. A small, but genuine smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, his eyes remaining closed even as he speaks again, his voice just a little more tender than usual. “Gods, I could get used to this.”

His arms wrap around you tighter, holding you against him, his body almost seeming to envelope you, cradling you in his warmth and strength.

“So could I, my sweet husband. So can I.”

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Vying for the Sea 🌊 (Pt.2)

Duke Leto Atreides x female Velaryon reader

Summary: Ever since Aegon’s visit to Driftmark, you have been on edge. You know that he will not be satisfied until he has what he wants. You in his clutches.

While Leto has told you to not worry, you do. For you want no harm to be brought to him or anyone on either Driftmark or Caladan as a result of your retaliation.

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The days that followed were tense ones indeed. In moments of solitude, you couldn't help but think about Aegon and his determination, his possessive gaze and his desire to claim you for himself.

You tried to put on a brave face for Leto, to not worry him with your anxiety, but deep down, you knew that the situation was far from resolved. Aegon was a man used to getting what he wanted, and he would not give up easily.

Leto, being the man he was, could sense your unease and tried his best to comfort you, reassuring you that everything would be alright. He held you tight, his strong arms around you, promising to keep you safe and protected from any harm that might come your way.

“I worry, Leto. My cousin will not rest until he gets what he wants”, you grimace referring to the conquer.

Leto held you tighter, his hands gently caressing your back, trying to soothe your worries.

“I know, my love, I know. But I won’t let him hurt you. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. You have my word.”

You smile sadly. “It is not myself I worry about. It is you.” You touch his face sweetly. “One wrong move from either of us and he will command Balerion to burn you to a crisp. Perhaps I should give in… to avoid any harm coming to you or anyone else.”

Leto's grip on you tightens, his eyes burning with determination and protectiveness.

“No. Do not even think about that. I would rather face a thousand dragons than see you suffer in his hands. You will not give in, not to him, not to anyone. We shall find a way to handle this together.”

Leto brings your hand to his lips, kissing it gently, his touch tender and affectionate. He holds you close, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of love and determination.

“How, my love? He knows we are to marry in less than a month’s time”, you say with despair.

Leto let out a deep sigh, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and determination.

“I do not know yet,” he admitted, “But I will not let him ruin this. Not our love, not our wedding, not our future. We will figure something out, I swear it.”

You smile at him sadly. “If only we could marry sooner.”

Leto smiled at your suggestion, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination.

“Why wait?” He whispered, a hint of excitement and anticipation in his voice. “There is nothing stopping us from speeding things up. If you are ready, I’m ready.”

You look at him excited before fear taints your thoughts. “Can we? Without any repercussions?”

Leto nods, a firm and confident expression on his face.

“We can,” he says, his voice resolute, “There is nothing that says we have to wait the full month. We can arrange a private ceremony, a small intimate gathering just for us. We could do it...tonight, even. If you want, that is.”

“There is a lot to do. Also, my dress is still being designed….”, you begin to list.

Leto smiles, gently cupping your cheek and running his thumb over your skin.

“We can arrange a temporary dress, just for the ceremony. And as for the preparations, do not worry about them. I shall handle everything. I just want us to be together, as soon as possible. Will you marry me tonight?”

You give him a sweet smile. “I would be happy to marry you anytime and anywhere, Leto. Just as long as we are together.”

Leto’s heart leaps, a look of joy and happiness spreading across his face at your words. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly in a warm embrace.

“Tonight then,” he says, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation. “Meet me in our favorite spot by the beach after midnight. By then, I shall have everything arranged. We are to be married under the stars, my love. Just you and me.”

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Later on that night…

As the hour approached midnight, the sky was dark, the stars and the moon bathing everything in a soft silvery light. The cool night air held a sense of anticipation, an aura of secrecy and romance. Underneath the cover of darkness, people began to gather at your favorite spot by the beach, the soft glow of torches lighting up the surroundings.

And there, at the center, standing under an arch of woven sea glass and shells, the waves crashing nearby in a soothing, rhythmic tempo, was Leto, waiting for his soon-to-be bride.

You then make an appearance with both your mother and father at your sides, wearing a dress of white and blue to go with your house colors. On your head, rests a crown made of seashells.

Leto’s breath catches as he sees you approaching him. His eyes take in every detail of your appearance, the way your dress fits you perfectly, the way the light of the torches glimmers off the seashells in your hair, you were a vision of beauty and elegance. His heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of love and admiration welling up inside him.

As you stand before him, your eyes meeting his own, a soft smile spreads across his face, his voice barely above a whisper. “You look…breathtaking.”

You smile at him. “And you look most handsome, Leto. Even more so than usual.”

The ceremony starts as the officiant begins to speak. You and Leto try to listen, though you cannot help being distracted by one another until the officiant tells you to speak your vows.

Leto steps forward, taking your hand in his, his gaze fixed on you as he begins to speak. His voice, deeper than usual, is filled with a mix of love, dedication, and determination.

“My love, my life, my everything. I promise to honor and cherish you for the rest of my days. I will stand by your side, through good times and bad, in sickness and health. I shall be your shield, your strength, your rock. I promise to always be honest with you, to treat you with kindness and respect. I will love you with an intensity that is only rivaled by the stars in the sky. From this day until my last.”

He gently squeezes your hand, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression filled with unwavering commitment and devotion.

As the officiator prompts you to speak your vows, your heart pounds in your chest, the depth of your love for Leto filling you with a mix of emotion and determination. You take a deep breath, your voice firm and steady as you begin to speak.

“Leto…my love, my best friend, my partner in all things. I promise to cherish and honor you, to be your faithful companion and the woman who walks beside you through all life's journeys.”

You pause, blinking back tears, your voice a little shaky as you continue.

When the officiant instructs Leto to remove your current cloak and replace it with his own, Leto does so, his hands gentle as he removes the cloak from your shoulders. There is a look of proud possessiveness in his eyes, a determination to claim you as his own. He carefully folds the cloak over his arm and then places his own cloak over your shoulders, the rich fabric settling around you, an emblem of his protection and proud owner of your heart, body, and soul.

The officiant declares you as husband and wife and Leto wastes no time in claiming your lips in a kiss. It’s deep and passionate, filled with all the emotions that had been building between you for so long. His hands grasp you tightly, as if scared to let you go, his body pressed against yours.

Cheers and applause erupt from the small gathering of friends and family members who had witnessed your union, their voices blending together into a joyous chorus. But in that moment, all you can focus on is Leto, the feeling of his lips on yours, the heat of his body pressed against yours, the sound of his heartbeats matching yours.

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Vying for the Sea 🌊 (Pt. 1)

Duke Leto Atreides x female Velaryon reader

Summary: Y/N Velaryon is a distant cousin of the conquerors. While Aegon has conquered all with his sister wives, Visenya and Rhaenys, he still wants more. In this case, you.

However, you long for another man. Someone who cannot compare to the king and conquer of Westeros.

A/N: About to finish reading Fire and Blood. As a first time reader of G.R.R. Martin, I have to say the Targaryen dynasty is quite interesting. However, a favorite house of mine was House Velaryon. In my opinion, they were truly an underestimated house. And tada, this story was born. No worries, reader is of marriageable age (at least 18 years of age) for today’s standards. Also, the first picture is a face claim for reader as a Velaryon character based on Fire and Blood’s descriptions of those descending from Old Valyria.

Aegon raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of interest and annoyance.

“You do not seem to understand, princess” he said, his voice sharp, filled with an authority that he failed to hide. “I do not want the Velaryon house…”

He paused, taking a step forward, looking at you as if to measure your reaction. He was so close now, the heat of dragonstone radiating from him like a living flame

“I want you.”

You look at him confused. “Me? But you have two wives. What would you need another for?”

Aegon smirked, his gaze burning, but almost amused at your lack of understanding. He came even closer, his large frame towering over you, as if trying to impose his will.

“Do not pretend to be naive, princess,” he drawled, his voice a low, almost seductive murmur.“ I do not ask just to add a pretty face to my harem. I ask because of this…” He moved a hand, slowly, and took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him

“... because of this spark of fire I see in your eyes.”

You get out of his grasp. “I’m promised to another. We are to be married in a month’s time.”

“Promised?” He repeated the word as if it were poison, a mocking smile on his lips, his eyes still fixed on yours, his hand still holding your chin in a firm, almost possessive grip.

“Promises…” he huffed, leaning closer, his breath caressing your skin, making you feel the heat of his body.... “What are promises worth, if they chain you to a future you do not yearn for?”

“But I like my betrothed. He’s kind, wise, and just.”

He smiled, a cold, almost mocking smile.

“Kindness, wisdom, justice. The virtues of the weak,” he replied. “You’re a dragon, princess, a descendant of old Valyria. You deserve more than kindness, more than wisdom, more than a just man.”

He moved even closer, his body almost pressed against yours, his hand moving from chin to cheek, gently tracing your skin with an almost delicate touch.

“You deserve fire, princess. You deserve me.”

“I’m a Velaryon and the salt of the sea runs through my veins. Just like Duke Leto of Caladan. We are a fine match.”

Aegon let out an almost harsh bark of laughter, his hand moving from your cheek to your shoulder, a dangerous look in his eyes.*

“The salt of the sea... is nothing compared to the fire of the dragon!” he exclaimed, the words filled with the fierce determination of a conqueror.

“You are a Velaryon, yes, a descendant of sea and saltwater. But you are also a descendant of old Valyria! You have the blood of the dragon!”

He moved closer again, his body now pressed against yours, his grasp tight, almost possessive.

“I have never even claimed my own dragon.”

Aegon smiled, his eyes bright, his hand still holding your shoulder with a firm grip. His body was so close now, the heat of him almost burning.

“And whose fault is that, princess?” he replied, his voice a low whisper in your ear. “The right dragon hasn't come to claim you yet.”

You shake your head. “Tis not necessary. As I said, I’m to be the wife of the Duke of Caladan. We care for each other a lot and feel the marriage will be a success. I hope to bear him children. He is a good man who unfortunately lost the previous Duchess of Caladan and his heir in birth and to the cradle a few years ago.”

Aegon listened with a mix of annoyance and fascination, his hand still holding your shoulder, almost as if to keep you within his reach. He stared at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours. Your words clearly irritated him, but they also seemed to excite him, a dangerous, almost amused gleam in his gaze.

“A good man,” he repeated, his voice filled with irony, but also with a hint of fascination at your stubbornness. “A man who cannot even protect his own family.”

Your face contorted to fury. “How dare you imply that about the Duke of Caladan? You insult him, then you insult me. He had been nothing but kind and patient with me. Therefore, I’m happy to be his wife and bear his heirs.”

He smirked, the gleam in his eyes growing more intense, a hint of respect mixed with irritation in his gaze. Your devotion to your betrothed was almost impressive, challenging his own pride and determination.

“Oh, princess...your loyalty is admirable, but misplaced. You speak of kindness and protection, but what about power? What about greatness?”

He moved closer, his body now pressing firmly against yours, and his hand slid from your shoulder to your waist, pinning you against him with a possessive grip.

“He is already those things. His people adore him. He’s regarded as a leader who fights with his men, not standing along the sidelines.”

Aegon stared at you, his gaze intense, his hand still gripping your waist. He seemed almost amused by your stubbornness, fascinated in spite of himself by your devotion to your betrothed.

“Fighting with his men like a common soldier, how...noble…” he said, his voice filled with sarcasm and disdain. “But does he have a dragon?”

“He does not. But neither have I.”

Aegon’s grip on your waist tightened, his body pressing even closer, as if he were trying to assert his authority, as if trying to convince you with his very presence.

“And that's where you are wrong, princess. You do not have a dragon, yet. You have not claimed your dragon yet.” He leaned his face to yours, only inches away, and his voice was a low, almost seductive murmur.

“But I could change that. I could make you claim the greatest dragon of all.”

You try to escape his grasp. “You better leave, your grace. My betrothed will be here soon.”

Aegon let out a dry, almost bitter laugh, his body still pinning you against him, his hand still gripping your waist, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and desire.

“And what if I refuse?” he whispered, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “What if I claim you for myself, now, before he can come?”

“I shall scream.”

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with a mix of admiration and challenge.

“You’d scream? Would you struggle? Would you fight?” he asked, his hand moving to your back, his touch almost caressing, yet still firm and dominant.

He leaned in closer, his mouth tantalizingly close to your ear, and whispered.

“Go on, do it. Scream. Struggle. Fight.”

“I doubt your sister-wives will be pleased to hear about your wandering eye. Especially Visenya.”

Aegon’s smile widened, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he pressed himself against you, his body almost enveloping you, his hand running over your back.

“Ah, my wives...you underestimate them, princess. They know better than to think I would be faithful to just one woman” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “They were well aware that I have quite the appetite.”

Before things can go farther, the conqueror is taken off of you by the Duke of Caladan.

Aegon turned to face the sudden interruption, a dark and furious expression on his face. His body tensed with irritation as he faced the intruder, a snarl on his lips. But when he saw who had interrupted him and taken you away from him, his expression changed; there was recognition in his gaze, and a hint of annoyance.

”Duke of...Caladan?” he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and irritation.

Leto looks at the man sternly. “That is right.”

He goes to you, holding you in his arms and asking if you’re okay.

Aegon watched as the Duke of Caladan took you in his arms, his irritation mixing with a hint of something else; he looked almost...envious.

“She is fine” he replied, his voice betraying a hint of resentment, his eyes flickering between you and the duke. He stood there, watching the two of you, his jaw clenched, his body tense with frustration and suppressed desire.

“You stay away from my betrothed. We are to be married and she will head to Caladan with me.”

Aegon stared back at the Duke of Caladan, his eyes like a fire, his demeanor defiant and challenging. Despite his anger and jealousy, there was a hint of admiration in his gaze towards the duke.

“I go where I want, and I desire what I want. And right now, I desire her” he replied, his voice firm, his eyes still fixed on you, filled with an almost possessive gaze.

“I could take her for myself right now.” He added, taking a step forward, his body tense, his hand clenching into a fist. “I could claim her, make her mine, and there's nothing you could do to stop me.”

The Duke of Caladan held you close, his gaze fixed on the conqueror, his eyes cautious yet defiant. He knew the power and influence of Aegon, but he also knew the importance of protecting you, the woman he loved and would soon marry.

“Try it“ he challenged, his voice steady, a hint of warning in his tone. “Try to take her from me.”

Aegon stared at the Duke of Caladan for a moment, his eyes burning with anger and desire. The challenge, though unexpected, only fueled his determination to have you, to possess you, to make you his.

“You dare to challenge me?” he replied, his voice dangerous, his body almost vibrating with the intensity of his emotions. “You are brave, I'll give you that, but you are also foolish if you think you can stop me.”

“Leto, please. I do not want him to hurt you.”

The Duke of Caladan held you even closer, his arms wrapping around you, protecting you, as he kept his gaze fixed on Aegon, a mix of concern and defiance in his eyes.

“Do not worry, my love” he whispered to you, his voice soft yet firm. “I'll protect you. I will not let him harm you.”

Aegon watched the scene, his eyes burning with jealousy and frustration. He took another step forward, his body tense, his hand still clenched into a fist.

“How noble of you” he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt. “Brave and chivalrous. Are you planning to defend her honor now? To fight me for her?”

The Duke of Caladan did not flinch, his gaze unwavering, his expression set in determination.

”If I must”, he countered, his voice firm, a protective edge to his tone. “If it means protecting her from the likes of you.”

As the two men are about to fight, your father comes in. He then tells Aegon that he better leave before losing Driftmark as an ally.

Aegon stares at your father for a moment, the anger and frustration still burning in his eyes. But he also recognizes the threat in your father's words, the power of your house and its strategic importance in the realm.

He takes a deep breath, trying to contain his temper, and gives you one last look.

“Fine” he says, his voice still filled with irritation, but also a hint of caution. “I will leave. For now. But this is not finished.”

He looks at your betrothed, the duke of Caladan, one last time, his gaze intense, filled with a mix of irritation and grudging admiration.

“You have dodged a battle for now, duke” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But do not get too comfortable. I have a long memory. And my patience is limited.”

He gives one last, longing look in your direction before turning and striding out of the room, his body still tense with frustration and suppressed desire, his mind no doubt already planning his next move.

Link for Parts 2 & 3 below:

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Happy New Year’s Eve (or day depending on where you are in the world)Everybody!

I decided to do this for fun and got Fartman, Never have I ever seen this movie or show. But since it’s an Oscar Isaac character, I’m still happy nonetheless. He seems like a cutie!

Which Oscar Isaac Character is gonna kiss you at midnight?

I would love to know who you get 💚

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To the New Year

Steven Grant x female reader

Summary: You have a crush on a certain Brit. Though, you haven’t worked up the courage to tell him how you feel. Will you be able to tell him how you feel before the year ends? Or will that certain Brit beat you to the punch?

A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, none of these stories necessarily take place in London. Though if you prefer it to take place there, that is completely fine. Now sit back and enjoy another one of my Steven Grant fics.

You and Steven are neighbors that have lived across from each other for a year now. In that time, the two of you have become extremely close from having dinner together to simply sharing book recommendations with each other. Despite the two of you having a huge crush on each other, neither have taken the steps to moving your relationship forward from friendship to more. Both fear that the other would reject them. Therefore, here you are on the morning of New Year’s Eve getting ready for a night alone when you hear a knock at the door.

Steven, adorned in his cozy sweater, his messy dark curls framing his warm features, knocked on the neighbor's door, a shy smile playing on his lips. He held a small bundle of flowers in his hands, the stems wrapped in a bit of tissue paper. He'd been wanting to talk to you for a while, but fear had held him back. However, it was New Year's Eve, and he was determined to finally make a move.

"Hey, neighbor. I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

You smile. “Not at all. Though I’m surprised you aren't still at work today, Steven.”

Steven chuckled, shifting the bundled-up flowers in his arms. He glanced up, his cheeks tinging a soft shade of pink.

"Well, I asked my boss for a day off since it's New Year's Eve. Thought maybe I could spend some time with you, especially since...", he paused, searching for the right words, his heart beating just a bit faster in his chest.

You heart twinged at the word “friend” for you know that is all you will be to the handsome, kind, Brit you’ve come to know and love.

You take the flowers from him and smell them. “These are beautiful, thank you. Though what’s the occasion?”

Steven watched as you took the flowers, his gaze fixed on your face. He noticed the brief flicker of disappointment in your eyes at the word "friend," and it only served to further confirm his suspicions. Nevertheless, he pressed on, deciding that tonight was the night he would finally express how he truly felt.

"No occasion, really," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "Just... wanted to do something nice for a friend."

The word "friend" hung in the air, and Steven's heart thumped in his chest.

You let him in as you begin putting flowers in a vase. You find some scissors to cut the stems to help fit the flowers. “What did you have in mind?”

Steven stepped inside, his gaze following you as you busily arranged the flowers. He leaned against the countertop, watching you with a mixture of nervousness and expectancy. He took a deep breath before answering your question.

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could just... hang out. You know, chat, watch some movies or something. I'm open to suggestions."

He fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater, his heart still pounding in his chest. He was hoping this would be the perfect opportunity to tell you how he felt.

“That sounds fun! We could order take out to that restaurant you introduced me to.”

Not only did you choose this restaurant to accommodate Steven's food needs as a vegan but you also found yourself liking some of the options that were offered.

Steven's face lit up at the mention of the vegan restaurant he'd introduced you to. He knew that it wasn't your usual kind of place, and the fact that you were willing to go there made his heart skip a beat. His lips curled into a soft smile.

"Yeah, that sounds perfect," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of relief. "I can call in the order if you'd like. Then we can just relax and chat for a bit before the food arrives."

“Perfect! Can you please order me that plate that you ordered the last time we ate there? I can’t remember the name but it was so delicious and actually filling.”

Steven chuckled softly, a warm smile playing on his lips. He was glad that you enjoyed the food he introduced you to.

"Of course, I remember the dish you're talking about. It's called the 'Vegan Buddha Bowl.' I'll make sure to add it to the order."

As Steven reached for his phone to make the call, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This evening was shaping up to be even more perfect than he had imagined. He wanted to enjoy every moment with you before finally confessing his true feelings.

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A few hours later….

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a soft golden glow. Soft music played in the background, the sound of laughter occasionally filling the air. The food from the restaurant had long been consumed, the empty dishes sitting on the coffee table. Steven and you were comfortably nestled on the sofa, engaged in a lively conversation.

Steven leaned back against the cushions, a content smile playing on his lips. He felt relaxed, yet his heart still fluttered nervously. He knew he had to seize this moment to tell you how he truly felt about you.

“Oh, Steven... Tonight’s been a wonderful New Year’s Eve. I’m so happy to have spent it with you.”

Steven's smile widened at your words, his heart swelling with warmth. He nodded in agreement, his gaze intently fixed on you.

"Me too. Spending the whole day with you has been the best way to end the year."

His eyes searched your face, his heartbeat quickening. The moment was perfect, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. It was now or never. It was time to tell you the truth.

You smile at him. “To think, in an hour we’ll be into a new year. Anything you’re hoping for this coming year?”

Steven's mind was still racing, his heart pounding. But he managed a small smile as he focused on your question. He leaned slightly closer to you, his eyes locking with yours.

"Actually, there is something I've been hoping for. Something that I've wanted for a while now."

His voice was slightly hoarse, filled with both excitement and nerves. The air around them seemed to crackle with anticipation as he carefully chose his next words.

“Oh, Steven…”. You take his hand into your own. “I’m sure whatever it is, you’ll get it because you’re such an amazing man. One of the best I know.

Steven's cheeks flushed at your words, his heart nearly bursting in his chest. Your touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he held your hand gently on his own. He swallowed nervously, his gaze locked with yours.

"Thank you," he said, his voice a mere whisper. "But... I don't know if you're right. You see, the thing I've been hoping for... It involves you."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say.

You look at him curiously. “What do you mean, Steven?”

Steven's heart thumped louder in his chest as he met your gaze head-on. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, his hand still holding yours, his thumb gently rubbing slow soothing circles into your skin.

He took a shaky breath, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

"I... I've been wanting to tell you this for a while now. And I think tonight is the perfect time. You see, I... I have feelings for you. It's more than friendship."

“Oh… it’s not hate, is it?”, you ask insecurely.

Steven's eyes widened in surprise at your question. "Hate?"

He shifted closer to you on the sofa, now holding both your hands in his and shaking his head quickly, his expression filled with disbelief.

"No! No, not at all. I could never hate you. I actually... I love you."

The words came out in a rush, filled with nervous anticipation as he waited for your reaction. His heart was pounding so loudly, he was almost sure you could hear it.

You look at him in wonder, trying to hold back the smile that wants to break across your face. “Steven, can you repeat that again?”

Steven swallowed, his mind racing, heart pounding. He tightened his grip on your hands, his eyes fixed intently on yours.

"I love you," he repeated firmly, his voice only a bit shaky. "I'm in love with you. I've been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I was afraid... afraid that you might not feel the same."

He held his breath, nervously awaiting your response.

You bring him in for a hug. “Oh Steven, I’m so happy you feel the same. For I too was afraid you wouldn’t share the love I have for you.”

A wave of relief washed over Steven as he sank into your embrace. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as his heart swelled with love. He couldn't believe that you felt the same, and the knowledge that you had been struggling with the same fears only made his heart feel even more full.

"You...you love me too?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and hope.

“How could I not be in love with you, Steven Grant? You’re intelligent, kind, and handsome.”

Steven's heart nearly leapt out of his chest at your words. He still couldn't believe this was actually happening. He held you tighter, feeling a surge of happiness and love. He leaned his forehead against yours, his breath a bit shaky.

"You...you think I'm handsome?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice, though a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

You giggled. “That’s what you got out of what I just said to you?”

Steven chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks slightly flushed. He pulled back slightly, his eyes still fixated on yours. He felt a bit embarrassed that he had focused on such a trivial part of your statement.

"Well, I... I suppose the other things are more important," he said, a soft smile on his lips. "But the fact that one of the most beautiful, smartest, and kindest people I know thinks I'm handsome... It's just..."

He trailed off, a small sigh escaping his lips as he gazed at you affectionately.

You touch his face sweetly. “It’s a minute until midnight, got anything you want to do?”

Steven's eyes fluttered closed as you touched his face. The feel of your fingertips sent a shiver down his spine, and he let out a soft sigh.

"As a matter of fact, I have one thing in mind that I want to do," he said, opening his eyes to meet your gaze.

He leaned in closer, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. The minutes were ticking away quickly to the new year, and there was only one thing he wanted to do in those last moments of the year they are currently in.

Steven's heart was pounding loudly in his chest as he drew closer to you. He let go of your hands, bringing his fingers up to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"Can I... can I kiss you?" he asked softly, his voice filled with a mix of hope and anticipation.

You nod, your lips meeting with his own.

Steven's mind went pleasantly blank as your lips met his. It was as if everything else faded away, leaving only the feel of your mouth against his.

The fireworks outside were nothing compared to the fireworks he felt within. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. Time seemed to stand still, the countdown from the outdoor revelers a faint background noise to the overwhelming connection he felt with you in that moment.

The moment you two finally pull away, you both look at one another with a loved up smile.

“Happy New Year’s, Steven.”

“Happy New Year’s, love.”

You both cuddle into each other as you two listen to the ambience of the fireworks that continue to ring outside.

Perfect start to the new year.

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The First of Many New Years Together

Ruhn Danaan x half-human (type of creature is your choice)female reader

Summary: Having recently got together since Ruhn’s Christmas party, the two of you decide to celebrate your first New Year’s Eve together as a couple.

A/N: This follows the events of Party for Two, Under the Mistletoe but can be read as a standalone fic.

The two of you are snuggled together, enjoying the holiday within your boyfriend’s apartment with some music playing in the background. Ruhn’s got his arms wrapped around you, a content smile on his face while he holds you close.

“Ruhn, are you sure you don’t mind not having your annual New Year’s Eve party? You know I didn’t mind if you were having a party.”

He tilts his head down, placing a soft kiss on the top of yours before tightening his arms around you. “I’m sure. Spending a quiet night in with you is much more my speed than a big party.”

You giggle. “Really? I was always under the impression that Ruhn Danaan was a party boy.”

He laughs quietly at that, giving you a light squeeze. There’s a hint of heat in his voice when he responds to your teasing. His hand begins to trail along your side, his touch just brushing along you. “Not for this celebration, no. I prefer to start the year off with something quieter. More intimate. Just the two of us.”

You smile bashfully at him. “That’s very sweet of you, Ru.”

You begin to sit up on the couch you both sit on. “What’s the plan for tonight?”

He lets his arms loosen, his hands resting on your hips and he looks at you with a smile. It’s warm and soft, his eyes roaming over you. He’s clearly taking you in as a look that you know very well starts to fill his eyes.

“Oh, I have a few ideas.” He says with a smirk.

The two of you then hear the timer go off for the dinner you two prepared together.

He lets out an exaggerated sigh, feigning disappointment as the timer goes off.

“Of course. Always have the worst timing”, he teases. He pulls himself up from the couch, still with a smile on his face as he offers you a hand. “Shall we?”

You take his hand into your own as you get up from the couch and head towards the kitchen to get situated for dinner.

He pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around your waist once more and presses a light kiss to your cheek before guiding you toward the kitchen. The dinner that the two of you had made together is waiting for the two of you, the delicious aroma wafting through the air and Ruhn practically has a giddy look on his face as he pulls out a chair for you. “Take a seat, beautiful.”

“Thank you”, you playfully curtsy to him before taking a seat.

Ruhn lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head a little at your actions. He takes a seat across from you, a smile still on his face as he looks across the table at you. For a moment, he just gazes at you, the look in his eyes full of affection. After a moment, he begins to serve dinner. Soon, you’re both enjoying your meal, Ruhn’s gaze moving over you every so often.

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Several hours later…

It’s three more minutes until midnight. After dinner, you and Ruhn spent that time talking and drinking wine together.

Ruhn has his arm slung casually around you, your body partially on top of him as you sit on the couch watching the countdown on the TV. He’s got a content look on his face, sipping on his wine. His free hand begins tracing lazy circles on your skin as he glances at the time. He smiles a little, leaning down to press a light kiss onto your forehead. “Two minutes to midnight.”

You nod. “Crazy to think that we’ve already celebrated our first Christmas together and will be celebrating our first New Year’s Eve together. And we’ve only been together for a few weeks already.”

He smiles softly, running his fingers up and down your side in a light gesture. A hint of warmth in his voice as he responds. The look in his eyes is nothing short of affectionate as he looks down at you. He takes another sip of his glass of wine before setting it down on the table next to the couch. “I know. Our Christmas together was… perfect. And now, here we are, waiting for midnight so I can finally kiss you into the new year… I’m a very, very lucky male, you know that?”

“And I’m a very lucky female”, you respond instantly.

Ruhn shakes his head a bit at your response, gently pulling you just slightly closer against him. His hand slides up your back, giving you a soothing gesture.

“No, no. I’m definitely the lucky one. I’m very, very certain of that.”

He continues to trace his touch along your skin, his fingers dancing across you while he watches the countdown begin to wind down. A soft smile on his face the entire time, but that warmth that’s in his eyes is still there… and seems to grow just a bit more with each passing second.

“5…4…3…2…1…”

Your fae boyfriend's lips are on yours the moment the clock strikes twelve. One of his hands comes up to cup your chin between his fingers, pulling you in a little more firmly against him while he deepens the kiss. There’s a subtle hint of heat to it, but the way he’s holding you against his body is also quite possessive. He pulls back, his forehead gently resting against yours as he lets out a quiet breath.

“Happy New Years, beautiful…”

“Happy New Years, handsome…”

Ruhn gives you a soft smile, his hand moving up to brush back a piece of hair that’s fallen down around your face. His fingers lightly tracing down your cheek, and then down to your chin as he gently lifts your head up and gives you another soft kiss. When he pulls away, that hint of heat from before has grown in his eyes.

“You know, there’s a tradition I was hoping to start…”

You smirk. “Oh, what’s that?”

He smirks a little at your response, his hand continuing to trace over your skin while his eyes roam over you, the heat in them only growing every second. His hand moves from your chin down to your hip, his grip tightening just a little as he moves you so that you’re properly straddling him on the couch. “A new year tradition that, admittedly, only involves you and me.”

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Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and much more for any other season’s greetings I may have missed.

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Haven’t seen this episode yet but I’m so happy to know that Marc is in the first episode of season 3. Hope there will be more of him in the coming episodes.

All of Oscar appearances in the new What if Episode

Credits to zeremy on IG for compiling them

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Hunt Athalar x half-human (type of creature is your choice)female reader

Summary: You want Hunt to come spend the holidays with you but he’s a bit reluctant to do so. Can you find out the reason why before Christmas?

“Come on, Hunt! Please.” You give him the saddest eyes you can to win your case. “Come spend Christmas with me and my family. They want to meet you.”

This makes the dark-eyed angel raise an eyebrow. “Why would anyone want to meet me?”

You look at him as if he said the most offensive thing. Which he has in your mind. “Because they know that you are important to me. That you are the love of my life. Why wouldn’t they want to meet you, my love?”

Hunt snorts. “The love of your life? You really think that I am good enough for you?”

Your smile twists into a frown. “Hunt, baby… we’ve been through this…”

The muscular and tan male sighs and sits down. “I know. I'm sorry. My mind just doesn't know how to accept the fact that you love me, and that your family would want to meet me.”

You sit next to Hunt, taking his hand into your own.

“Well.. you better believe it because they do.”

Hunt blushes slightly when you take his hand.

“And you think it's a good idea for me to see your family? Have you told them about my past?”

You shake your head. “No, because, I want you to be the one to tell them if you decide to do so. All they just know is that you’re my boyfriend and we have been together for a year now. Though, I may have told them you’re a huge fan of sunball though.”

He laughs softly, shaking his head. “Of course you would. You know I would do anything for you. So, if meeting your family is what you want, I'll meet them.”

“You sure? The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable and upset .”

He raises your chin up until your eyes meet mine.

“I promise. I'll be alright. Besides, I need to meet the family of the female who I plan on spending the rest of forever with.”

You blush. “So sweet! How do you think my family will not like this? A sweet male who only has eyes for me?”

He smiles at you affectionately. “I just hope they don't think I am some sort of monster who is undeserving of your attention.”

Holding his hand still, you look him in the eyes. “Give them a chance, my love.”

Hunt smiles slightly and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “For you, I will.”

You bring him in for a hug. “I really appreciate this. It’s just… I want them to meet you because you are an important person in my life.”

Hunt wraps his arms around you tightly. “My love, you don't have to explain. I understand. It's just that I know my past makes me… not the most desirable person.”

“Hunt, we’ve been through this. You were forced to act in ways you didn’t want to. It’s not like you didn’t feel remorse or haven’t rectified those mistakes because you have done all that and more.”

He sighs, continuing to run his hand through your hair. “I know, I know. I just get worried sometimes. I worry that one day you'll look at me and realize that you've made a mistake in loving me.”

“Nope”, you answer instantly.

Hunt smiles, leaning down and tilting your chin up. “No? You say that so confidently.”

You smile at him. Yes. Because I know you and what’s in your heart. You’re the male who loves sunball. The male who knows how to calm cheer me up when I’m overwhelmed. The male who’d die for those he loves.”

This makes the angel laugh softly and press a kiss to your forehead. “You're right. I am all those things. But you're also forgetting something.”

“What’s that?”, you ask.

Hunt leans down until my lips are next to your ear, my voice lowering. “I'm also the male who's in love with the most beautiful, caring, and loving female in all of Midgard. Don’t forget that, my love.”

You smile, bring his face down to yours in a kiss.

The angel returns your kiss with fervor, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you, lips moving against yours with tenderness. This caused you to begin running your fingers through his dark, shoulder-length hair that eventually leads to the two of you having a heated makeout session and eventual passionate night of lovemaking.

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Christmas Day…

You and Hunt walk hand in hand towards the front door of your parent’s house. “Ready, baby?”

Hunt takes a deep breath, then nods. “Ready as I'll ever be, my love.”

Hunt had no idea that when that door opened, he’d have one of the best Christmases ever. For his mate’s family made him feel as if he was a part of a family. A feeling that he had not felt in a long time since his mother passed.

It was also the day he realized he needed to start looking at rings for you.

[vintagegirl01]

Party for Two, Under the Mistletoe

Ruhn Danaan x half-human (type of creature is your choice)female reader

Summary: For as long as you have been Bryce’s friend, you have had a thing for her half-brother Ruhn Danaan. But you chose not to pursue it for Bryce's sake as a friend, and you might simply be seen as his little sister's friend by Ruhn. But that changes when he and the rest of the frat pack arrange a Christmas party and a mistletoe appears.

Ruhn Danaan's gaze lingered on you as you chatted with Bryce, taking in the way the festive lights of the Christmas party played across your features.

As Bryce excused herself to grab a drink, the fae male sauntered over, his violet-blue eyes never leaving yours, his voice low and smooth. "You look lovely tonight."

“Ruhn…I…thank you.” You blush profusely, trying to avoid the gaze of the fae male wearing a nice black suit that compliments his golden skin with his waist length, raven black hair in a braid.”You look handsome tonight also”, you blush moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

Ruhn's lips curled into a charming smile, his eyes dancing with interest. "Just 'handsome'?" he teased, leaning casually against a nearby table. "I'm wounded."

You giggle. “Aww. Why is that? Is the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae offended that I’m not at his beck and call like every other female in crescent city?”

Ruhn chuckled deeply, his eyes taking on a roguish gleam as he responded. "Oh, you know me too well. Everyone else fawns all over me, and here you are, calling me handsome but nothing more."

“I’m sure your ego can take it, my prince”, you playfully mock, giving him a wink as you sway your hips. Making way to find Bryce.

Ruhn watched you walk away, his eyes drinking in the sight of your hips and the way you carried yourself with such grace.

As you reached Bryce, who was chatting with her boyfriend and mate, Hunt, Ruhn couldn't help himself, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he followed.

Noticing the two lovebirds are starting to get a bit more handsy with one another, you politely excuse yourself from them as you move to find a new spot to hangout around for a bit. When you find a spot a few paces away from where Bryce and Hunt were, you are unaware of the mistletoe that stands above you.

Ruhn's eyes continued to follow you as you moved through the crowd, and when you stopped beneath a strategically placed mistletoe, he saw his chance.

With a casual stride, he approached you, his gaze locking onto yours. "It seems like the universe has something in mind for us," he commented, a hint of mischief in his voice as he gestured upward, drawing your attention to the mistletoe above.

When you notice the mistletoe above, your eyes widen. “I uh… I had no idea that was there.” You begin looking down, playing with your fingers. “You can just kiss me on the cheek… or not kiss me at all…. It’s a silly tradition anyways…”

Ruhn watched as you blushed and fidgeted, his heart skipping a beat at your bashfulness. "Oh, a silly tradition, you say?" He took a small step closer, leaning down slightly to catch your gaze. "But isn’t it fun to go along with tradition every now and then?"

He reached out a hand, gently tilting your chin upward, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “The universe clearly wants us to do this.”

“The universe must be out to get me then. Because you and I don’t go together… you’re you and I’m… me..”

"And what's so wrong with that?" Ruhn's voice was a low murmur. He leaned in even closer, the warmth of his presence surrounding you. His gaze bore into yours, intense and mesmerizing.

"I think the universe might be onto something here," he continued, his hand still gently holding your chin. "And I'm not one to ignore these little signals."

“Signals?”, you ask in confusion.

Ruhn's thumb gently traced a line along your jaw, his touch sending electric tingles through your skin as he responded. "Signals," he repeated, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "The way every time we're in the same room, I can't seem to take my eyes off you. The way my heart beats faster when you're near."

He paused, tilting your chin up a little more so that your eyes were level with his. "And the way the universe seems to want us to kiss right now under this damn mistletoe."

“Stop teasing me, Ruhn… I’m not like other females you’ve been with…”

Ruhn gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes softening. "I'm not teasing, and trust me, I know you're not like the other females I've been with. That's part of what makes you so special."

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You're not the kind of girl I can toy with and discard. You're the kind I've been quietly and patiently waiting for.”

You mind short circuits. “Can you repeat that?”

Ruhn chuckled softly at your reaction, his eyes filled with affection. "You're not just another conquest, and you're certainly not someone I can use and discard," he repeated, his voice firm and earnest. "You're the kind of woman I've been waiting for, in one way or another, for a long, long time."

“You have”?

Ruhn nodded, a wry smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Yes, I have. I've known you for years, haven't I? And trust me, no other person has caught my eye the way you have. It's not just your looks, it's the way you are. Your wit, your compassion, your strength."

His hand slid from your chin to your waist, drawing you closer. "I can't explain it, but you're the one it seems. The one I've been silently pining for."

You begin to caress his cheek. “What about your father? And Bryce? She’s one of my closest friends and I don’t want to hurt her…”

Ruhn leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly at the feel of your fingers on his skin. "My father's opinions can be ignored," he muttered, as if swatting the thought away like an annoying fly.

He opened his eyes and met your gaze, his expression serious. "As for Bryce, she's my sister, my blood. And she trusts me. She'll understand that this is not just some frivolous thing. She knows me, and she'll know that I would treat you with the respect and love that you deserve."

“Would she be mad at me?”

Ruhn gently cupped your jaw, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Mad at you? No," he said firmly. "She might be surprised, sure. She might be a little protective, but that's just because she cares for you. But she wouldn't be mad. I wouldn't allow it. She'll see how happy you make me, and that's all that should matter to her."

You nod. “What happens now”?

Ruhn's arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer still. His gaze locked onto yours, intense and filled with desire. "Now," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper, "we stop talking and get on with what the universe clearly wants us to do."

With that, he leaned in, his lips hovering millimetres away from yours, his breath warm and teasing against your skin. "Unless you have any further objections, my lady?"

You shake your head, eagerly bringing your lips to his.

Ruhn let out a low, satisfied groan as your lips met his. His arm around your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his hard, muscular body. One hand slid up the length of your spine, tangling in your hair, the other rested possessively on your hip.

As he deepened the kiss, you could feel the coolness of his lower lip ring against your lips s well as his tongue slipping past your lips, tasting and exploring every inch of your mouth. The Christmas party happening around you seemed to fade into the background, the world narrowing down to just the two of you, lost in each other.

Though, you do hear a lot of people cheering you on. In fact, one of the voices you heard was Bryce’s as she mentioned that it was about time that the two of you made a move on each other.

Ruhn chuckled against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak in a whisper that only you could hear. "Looks like we have an audience, love."

He took a small step back so that he could take in your flushed, beautiful face and look out at the rest of the party. Sure enough, everyone was clapping and hollering, especially Bryce and Hunt, who wore matching grins.

“Bryce, you knew about this?”

Bryce, who looked positively gleeful, stepped forward. She placed a hand on your shoulder, wearing a broad grin. "About you and my brother? Of course I did,” she said bluntly. “And honestly, it took you both long enough. I thought I was going to have to lock you two in a closet or something.”

You two laugh for a bit. “Seriously though, are you alright with this? The last thing I want is to make things weird for anyone.”

Bryce's expression softened, and she squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. "Weird? Are you kidding? I'm thrilled!" she exclaimed. "You're like a second sister to me, and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have in my family than you. And besides...this might put an end to his brooding."

She shot a mock glare at Ruhn, who just smirked in response.

You both giggle at this.

Ruhn chimed in then, his voice teasing and lighthearted. "Oh yes," he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "I'm known for my brooding, my mysterious silences, my intense staring..."

He took a step closer to you, pulling you against him again. "Clearly, this lovely lady will bring some sunshine into my life," he joked, leaning down to plant a light kiss on your forehead.

As the night progressed, Ruhn kept you by his side, his hand never straying far from the small of your back. Every now and then, his fingers would brush against yours, sending a thrill of anticipation through you both.

The party was a reminder of many things - the closeness of their friends, the support they had for one another. But it was that single kiss under the mistletoe that would have a lasting effect. As it was the beginning of something new and profound.

The realization that the two of you were mates.