peak episode. aegon and aemond sibling rivalry confrontation? ulf being indecisive? aemond calling alys his betrothed? rhaenyra further deluding herself? daemon realizing "huh maybe this war shit isnt so good"? alys talking about her son? mysaria being sent away? hugh at the sight of his wife? addam and alyn as 2 sides of the same coin both vying for honor? ormund dying? gwayne calling daeron his boy? gwayne searching for daeron in the rubble? tessarion? helaenas suicide? alicent and the butterflies? i cant fucking do this
Contains: Angst, smut, p in v, teasing, biting and feeding, getting caught, jealousy, vampires (you should know this by now).
Chapter 3: Jealousy
It felt like the air had shifted in the palace since that night. Y/N had never stood up to Caius like that before, and he had never melted so easily to someone standing their ground against him. He typically would have just killed them and thought nothing of it and moved on with his life.
But he couldn’t do that, not to her.
He loved her, though he didn’t quite know it. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still jealous when Aro would look at her and touch her.
No.
The longer Y/N and Caius saw each other, the more jealous he got. The more he wanted to prove himself to her. The more possessive he grew.
It was a quiet twilight evening. It was cold in the castle, Y/N stood at the door taking a letter into the men, as she normally did.
“A letter, from the Denali,” she said, handing the letter on a silver platter to the leader.
She got an idea as she did this, she wanted to make Caius jealous. When Aro stood from his high throne that sat in the center of the 3, he approached her with a smile on his face.
“Thank you dear,” he said taking the letter, and putting a hand to her cheek, like he always did. This always made Caius’s face wrinkle in pure disgusting jealousy, making his stomach turn from being so impossibly nauseous from his touch on what was his.
Caius got jealous like a lion when a competing predator stole his prey, and was just as prideful.
“Of course Aro, anything for my noble leader,” she smiled smugly, bowing to him.
Caius couldn’t believe his ears. The tightness in his stomach strengthened so intensely he thought he’d vomit. Aro took her hand gently with his ice cold palms and pressed a kiss against her ringed knuckles.
“You can leave us now,” Caius bellowed from his throne, a tight, disgusted glare.
“If you keep scowling like that your face will get stuck brother,” Aro teased, though Caius didn’t laugh. He never did.
“If you keep talking to her like that I’ll rip your head from that pretty jaw of yours,” he thought to himself, overcome with lustful envy.
“Thank you Y/N,” he said again, not with much gratitude. She smiled at the way she was able to stir him up. She knew he’d seriously get her back.
“Are you alright brother?” Marcus asked, the life completely gone from his eyes.
“I’m fine,” he scoffed, adjusting himself in an angry fashion.
“Is there something going on between you and Y/N we’re all oblivious to?” Aro said, jokingly not knowing that was the true meaning.
“Shut your mouth before you get yourself hurt now brother, I wouldn’t want something bad to happen to you,” Caius asserted, standing up from his high chair and walked to the halls where Y/N was after Volturi duty was finished for the night.
“What the fuck are you playing at?” He growled, pushing her against the stone walls.
She gasped at his aggression, but it made her feel incredibly horny how possessive he was. Heat piled in her stomach and she was already clenching around nothing.
“Do you think this is some game I’m playing with you? What could he possibly have that I don’t?” Caius was overcome with envy he was practically fuming as red as his eyes.
“Caius… you’re bright red,” she teased. That granted her a hand to the throat, cutting off her breathing for a moment.
“Tell me, what does he have that I don’t? Tell me right fucking now!” He hissed, fury taking over.
“Do you just go around fucking with all of us? Is that it you little slut?” All he could think was disgusting, awful, burning jealously.
But in a way it almost turned him on the way she was so unbothered by him. Others would’ve folded and broken down right there.
Begging for forgiveness. Not Y/N. This is exactly what she wanted. And she remained silent just to drive him insane.
“I think you deserve to be punished,” he whined, breathing quickly on her face, their body’s impossibly close.
“Yes, I’ve been so bad Caius, please,” she played along. His jealously turned into thrill.
“Come with me,” he coaxed, taking her hand, guiding her to the throne room.
“What… why here?” She asked.
“I want to prove to you that you are mine. Prove to him,” he began.
“Prove that he is weak and nothing compared to me,” he continued, placing kisses on her neck.
“Do you need blood darling?” She moaned.
“How pretty of you to ask, but no. Not yet my little fruit bat, not yet,” he whispered, pushing her back against the center chair. Aro’s chair.
“Caius you wouldn’t,” she gasped, the cold wood hitting her bare skin that snuck out of her dress.
“Oh but I would,” he purred, getting on his knees and kissing her bare legs.
“Caius… no… we shouldn’t,” she’d whine.
“Shhhh, quiet,” he commanded, sucking on her thighs, hiking her dress up as he kissed closer.
“The whole palace is going to hear you,” he panted.
“Screaming. Screaming my name. Begging to let you cum. Like the whore you are,” he said between kisses and hot breaths. He kissed his way under her skirt, nipping at her clothed folds.
“I need your pretty little cunt on my tongue,” he said, his lips trembling with indescribable need at her feet.
“It’s yours,” she whispered, putting a heel to his chin, tilting it up with a flick of her ankle.
“Show Aro who I belong to,” she smirked, driving his libido. He growled, undressing her with insane speed, ripping her panties off with his sharp teeth.
He started with a soft suck of her clit, his scarlet eyes pouting at her as she looked down at him. She moaned softly, sucking on her lip. It felt so wrong yet so right all at once. His teeth took small nibbles on her clit in between long hard licks.
“Fuck,” she shivered, legs wrapping around him. The wood throne creaked lightly with the grinding of her hips against his face.
“My, my you’re so needy doll face,” he teased, tracing her folds with his long tongue. Her moans grew louder, turning more into whines. He had only just begun, he was no where done playing with her and she was already falling apart completely.
"Caius I’m so fucking close please,” she begged through choked gasps. That only made him stop, leaving her breathless.
“Not yet my love,” he smiled, kissing her legs, right next to where she needed him.
“Please, please I need you so bad” she begged.
“Okay, okay,” he giggled, putting his tongue deep inside where she needed, making her shiver.
He tongue fucked her with unwavering precision. The pleasure filled ran through her whole body, making her shiver and her stomach coil. Her fingers tangled in his soft hair, her legs closing on his head and heeled feet pressing against his shoulders.
“What’s my name baby? Let me hear you say it,” he practically begged, still tongue deep inside her. She moaned loudly,
Caius,” she whined.
“Louder,” he commanded.
“Caius,” she moaned slightly louder.
“Come on now I know you can do better than that. Let everyone hear Y/N,” he commanded again, sucking at her even harder, licking tight circles with his tongue. Giving her a small bite that made her whole body quiver.
“Caius!” She screamed, an echo falling on the palace when she did. Aro’s highly trained ears could hear her scream that time, causing intense confusion and fear.
“Do you hear that?” He asked Marcus who was sat next to him, practically on another planet mentally.
“What?” He asked, voice tired and uninterested.
“Nevermind, I’ll go look myself,” Aro replied in an irritated fashion. Felt like he did everything himself anymore. He trudged his way to the throne room where the large doors were shut tight. In the room Caius hadn’t let up.
Y/N’s stomach twisted and turned on the brink of orgasm, still wailing and screaming his voice in short breaths.
His face buried deep in between her legs.
Aro hesitated, for a moment before opening the door, his red eyes shooting open at the sight of Caius and Y/N completely entranced with each other.
Caius’s face deeply buried in her cunt, devouring her and she looked completely infatuated. In his designated chair all the while. She could barely see Aro through her eyes that were overcome with tears making her vision hazy.
Caius’s lips folded in a smile, pulling away from her for a minute. He stood up and turned to face his brother.
He smiled with smug delight, his chin and lips glistening as he ran his tongue across his top lip.
“Brother do you mind? We’re busy,” his smirk only getting tighter.
“I can see that,” Aro scoffed, matching Caius’s typical disgusted expression.
“Oh come on my friend we’re only having a bit of fun,” he pouted, wiping his middle finger across his wet chin and sucking it dry. Aro smacked his lips in disgust.
“Caius I don’t care what you do around here; I don’t care if you have a little pet,” he started.
“But not in here,” he glared at her, still in his chair, breathless and sprawled out.
“I apologize, please forgive me,” Caius continued in a fake pout, biting back a smile.
“Don’t… just get out of here for your… personal time,” he gagged, glaring at her for a moment. She giggled. She’d never seen Aro so incredibly serious.
“Come on now baby doll, we’ve disturbed the master,” Caius called to her.
“Okay,” she whined, fake disappointed. The two love birds exited the throne room, gigging all the while. Aro just stood there, in a state of confusion, disgust, and disbelief.
“Caius! I thought you didn’t want anyone to know!” She accused when they were finally in a more secluded part of the palace by the stairs.
“I was sick of letting this jealously pile in me, he needed to know, he needed to be put in his place,” he smiled, kissing over her bare body. She hated how she loved every part of this side of him.
How he was so dangerously, disgustingly, irrevocably jealous of everyone who dared to look at her or touch her.
“Caius, are you alright?” She asked, a small emptiness now showing in his eyes.
“Yes, I’m fine,” he looked at her almost in a question like attitude. She took his jaw in her hands, the same way she always did that made him melt into her.
She locked her lips onto his, tracing his jaw with her finger.
“I think you left your shredded panties on his chair,” he whispered, letting out a soft chuckle with his forehead pressed against hers.
“Stop I did not!” She whispered, taken aback.
“You definitely did,” he teased back.
“Shit,” she winced, overwhelmed with embarrassment.
“I’ll get them don’t worry, love,” he reassured, placing a kiss on her forehead.
“I still haven’t cum yet, Cai,” she whispered.
“No?” He asked, pouting mocking her intense need.
“Well that just won’t do, now will it my dear?” She shook her head to his reply. She still dripped with need, dying for him to be inside of her.
“I want you, in all the places he’d hate for us to be,” he growled.
“In his personal chambers, on these stairs, fuck I want you in his chair again,” his breath quickened at even just the thought of it. “
You’re so bad Cai,” she whimpered, adjusting her neck for him again.
“Hmm, no,” he said at the sight of her neck.
“I think I’ll take from somewhere else…” he sighed.
“Where do I want to taste you… so many possibilities,” he pondered, running his fingers down her body. He studied every part, analyzing what would taste the sweetest. He kissed her collarbones, chest, tits stomach, waist, stopping at her thigh.
“Hmmm,” he thrummed. “Your precious thighs are so plump and gorgeous my love,” he said, running his cold hands along them, making her shiver.
“Fuck you make me so insanely hungry everytime I watch you walk, no wonder why when these are always in my face. I love when you wear pretty little tights for me, or Lacey socks that come up to the center of these. God knows how badly I want to taste them,” he groaned, unable to steady his voice.
He ran his icy tongue along the inside of her leg before sinking his teeth into it, sucking and drinking like he was dying of thirst. She whined, he took much more than he normally did. His hunger pulsed through him.
The blood was just as sweet as he imagined, if not more. He could hardly remove his fangs with how divine she tasted. When he pulled away a stream of blood dripped down his chin that he licked off with his long, skilled tongue.
The taste, the feel, the placement, all of it made him rock solid. She took his lips back into a tight kiss, he melted into it as she slowly undressed him. He pushed her gently against the stairs, the cold marble hitting her back making her gasp against his lips.
“You know Aro is gonna kill us if he catches us again right?” She whispered panting on his face.
“Then I suppose we’ll have to keep it quiet, do you think you could try that for me?” he proposed.
“And if he does catch us, then so be it my little dove.” His lips kissed down her body, stopping at her lips. He entered her with his lips pressed against hers to mask the sounds that would inevitably flutter from their throats. She gripped at the edge of the stair, his thrusts pushing her against them leaving light bruises.
“Mmmm, you feel so divine,” he whispered, kissing her neck.
“Caius,” she whined quietly. He angled his hips in a way to hit exactly where she needed, causing her to moan loudly.
“Shhh, quiet… I wouldn’t want to have to stop gorgeous,” he teased, kissing her lips again to silence her. Her nails dug into his boney back. It took everything in her to not make a big deal of it all, but God how good he felt. He quickened his thrusts, soft grunts filled his mouth.
“I- I’m gonna.. fuck,” she moaned, trying to keep her composure as best as she could. Her body shook as she came on him, high pitched moans trilling from the depths of her.
“That’s it, move your hips like that just a little longer for me,” he groaned. With a few hard thrusts he joined her with blonde hair sticking to his sweaty face. His stomach and chest heaved as a smirk formed on his face.
“I love you Y/N,” he panted. Her eyes lit up at his words.
“You… love me?” She said, her mouth gaping open. “I thought I was nothing to you,” she teased, mocking his previous words.
“I can’t keep kidding myself. I’m so deeply… dangerously in love with you,” he smiled, pecking a kiss on her cheek.
“I am sorry for ever pushing you away,” he apologized. She couldn’t believe her ears.
“Well.. in that case, can I ask you something?” She asked, gathering herself up through getting herself dressed and assisting him.
“Hmm?” He hummed.
“Can we… maybe…” she started. “Do something together?” She asked.
“Like what my love?” He cooed, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“Something romantic I don’t know,” she said, twiddling her fingers shyly.
“Romantic hm? I’ll figure something out,” he smiled.
“What have you done with my favorite little asshole,” she teased, not used to this sweet side of him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He scoffed. “It’s your own fault, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be this big softy,” he joked.
“Okay softy is a strong word, but you’ve definitely come around,” they both giggled.
“Goodnight Caius.” She placed a kiss on his cheek before she got up and went to clean up and get ready for bed.
“Goodnight Y/N, my little dove,” he smiled, placing a kiss on her hand before she left. He eventually got up and went to go to his room.
“Caius, there you are,” Aro bellowed from across the hall.
“Aro,” he said, eyebrows falling back into their squeezed form.
“I need to speak with you about your… relationship with.. the girl,” he stuttered like he was trying to keep himself from gagging.
“Aro, it doesn’t concern you,” Caius hissed, lips already quivering with hot anger.
“I understand that but what I witnessed earlier… it cannot happen again,” he said, still fighting the urge to throw up just at the thought of it all.
“I understand brother, I apologize,” Caius apologized with barely any actually sincerity.
“Thank you, leave me now.” That was all he needed to hear to leave. As much as it burned Cai on the inside to want to say something smart or rude to Aro, he knew it was no use.
He knew now that Y/N belonged to Caius, and he wasn’t about to let that fall through now.
“Romantic?” He thought to himself. “What could I do romantic with her?” He pondered.
He wanted it to be something special, something even more intimate than just sex.
He thought long and hard about it, knowing it had to be special...
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HI EVERYONEEE!! Sorry this chapter is so insanely late, I've just been busy finishing school for the year and I've had a spell of writers block going on but here is chapter 3!!! I hope you all love it thank you so much for your support always! :p <3
POV: You’re just one of the lowly letters girls for the high class Volturi, a secret coven of High Ranking vampires. Aro, the leader, joined by his brothers: Marcus and Caius. As a crush broods in you for the blonde, they begin to notice, unbeknownst to you through their gifts. When Caius reciprocates your infatuation it feels incredibly euphoric, but forbidden…
‼️ SMUT‼️
Contains: Angst, smut, p in v, teasing, biting and feeding, vampires (duh).
Chapter 1: The First Bite
Cold rain spat on the Volturi castle on a dark chilly night. The whole palace smelt of wet stone and expensive marble. Y/N walked the halls, studied the place all the while, as she did sometimes when there was nothing else to do.
She worked as a letter girl for the Volturi, one of the few humans allowed in their coven of Vampires.
Aro, the leader, was always kind to her. Thanking her when she’d walk in with information, a touch of the cheek and the occasional fingering of the hair.
Marcus smiled at her, Marcus hardly ever smiled. She always wondered why. And she wondered even harder why he smiled at her more than anyone else, and why he always looked at her, then to Caius, then back to her. It was like he was sending a message, one she didn’t understand.
But Caius, he was always cold. His lips always in a tight scowl that you could feel piercing in your bones. Red eyes staring into you with pure hatred for all. Nose scrunched so tight it wrinkled to his eyebrows.
As terrifying as he was, there was something so charmingly handsome about him.
The way his shoulder length strawberry blonde hair was always shining and framing his face in the most perfect of ways. Y/N was always having to bite her lip to mask the redness that flushed on her cheeks. He smelt like expensive musky cologne and his hair had a soft scent of roses despite his dark, evil like exterior.
Sometimes when she was alone, unbeknownst to their high capacity hearing she’d think of him at night. Think about how he’d feel inside of her. She had only heard of stories of vampires in bed, not knowing the feeling first hand. Though she wondered often.
He always had such an extraordinary aura about him that she wanted to understand better. She wanted to know what was beyond that cold death stare he prided himself so highly with.
As she was thinking about him as she trotted down the halls, there he suddenly appeared. “You’re out late,” he scowled, holding his hand and pressing his knee against the stone wall, holding Y/N in place. She gasped at the sight of him. It was rather late, not to a vampire, but for a human it was incredibly late.
“I.. I was just,” she stuttered on her words, barely able to gather them by the way his ruby red eyes pierced through her like a spear. “Hmmm,” he purred, taking in her scent like a hungry wolf to an innocent dear. And that’s what she was to him in this moment. She was his prey.
“I see the way you look at me, Y/N,” he began, accent laced with mischief. She breathed in hard as her eyes widened from embarrassment, but also from being turned on that he noticed the little things.
“You think you’re so quiet and innocent, but my ears hear everything,” he growled, running his fingers against her mouth.
“I hear my name on these pretty lips when you think no one can hear you play with yourself.” She took her eyes to the floor in complete embarrassment. That wasn’t something he was meant to hear.
“You think you can get away with that?” He growled again, pushing himself further against her.
“Answer me Y/N,” he chastised.
“No,” she whimpered.
“Tell me,” he began, whispering. “How bad do you need me to fuck you? Huh? Tell me right now,” he whispered, breathing down her neck, pressing his thigh between her legs.
“So.. bad, Caius,” she stuttered again. He choked out a small grunt and a stifled laugh. He was so cold and serious, but he couldn’t lie, she made his skin boil, but in a good way.
He didn’t like the way some of the other men in the palace looked at her. The way they eyed her legs, her hair, the way her tight dresses hugged her figure. He wanted her for his eyes only.
“This neck, it looks so delicious,” he whined, leaving small kisses on it and nipping at it with his round, almost crooked front teeth.
“If you want me I’m going to need your blood,” he told her with fire in his eyes, begging for the sweet blood she held beneath her warm skin. He could practically smell it and hear it pumping through her veins as her pulse quickened.
“Just a little bit, I’ll be gentle,” he reassured with calm strokes against her neck with his knuckles. She turned her head to give him better access to her neck for him to feast. He chuckled,
“Needy little thing you are,” he groaned, taking a deep breath before sinking his long, sharp fangs into her neck. She whimpered softly and winced at the pain, but it was oddly erotic how he took it so gently. He drank until he felt satisfied. He licked at the two holes he made to amend the wound.
“Good girl,” he smiled, licking his lips and wiping his hand against them. “Now,” he said, pressing himself even closer to where she felt his erection on her leg, her blood doing its intended purpose. A gasped moan slipped from her lips.
“Is this what you wanted?” He whispered into her ear, slowly pulling her thigh up to wrap around his waist. She was already panting and they hadn’t made any friction.
“Answer me now,” he growled, nails scrapping into her thighs.
“Yes!” She gasped.
“Good,” he smiled, all smug and satisfied. She couldn’t help but grind herself against his growing bulge, causing a choked gasp to escape from his stomach.
“God you’re so pathetic,” he groaned in that old accent of his. The friction felt so relieving despite it being through clothed skin.
She whimpered lightly, and he couldn’t deny it felt nice to him too. He held his stomach taut and sucked his cheeks in deep, biting down on them to keep himself from making any noise.
“Shhh, not here little bat,” he giggled, pulling his leg down. Her chest already heaving, lip pouting from being denied. He knelt down and swooped her up into his arms, carrying her to his chambers.
He threw her down on the bed, the only time it was ever used.
“What do I do with you?” he pondered, circling the bed as he slowly removed his coat, making the pulse in her crotch grow ever harder.
“Ah I know,” he smiled, coldly and with strong lust behind his red eyes. “Undress,” he growled.
She hesitated, but complied. Seeing him demanding turned her on so strongly. She slid her dress down to where she was left in just her underwear, socks and high heels that hugged her feet.
“All of that,” he said, tugging at her bra with his teeth. “But these,” he purred, running his finger down her high Lacey socks and heels.
She slid her underwear down and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, throwing them to the other side of the room.
“Good,” he smiled. “Now… touch yourself,” he whispered.
“What..” she gasped. “You heard me,” he growled, more demanding than ever.
She was already soaked as she slid her fingers on her clit, letting out small whines as she did. He watched intently. His eyes were practically glued to her fingers as she slid them inside herself. His adams apple bobbing as he swallowed hard and panted.
“Come on, let me hear how good that feels,” Caius chastised, climbing on the bed to get a better view between her spread legs. She moaned pathetically, curling her fingers harder.
“Caius,” she moaned, the way he heard when she thought no one could’ve. He could feel himself grow even harder through his pants as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off.
“Come on pretty girl, let me watch you cum,” he said with his lips on her lush legs that quivered at her every stroke and his every word. He could see the way she clenched around herself, he could feel how close she was getting.
Yet he didn’t care, he grabbed her wrist and halted her progress.
“That’s enough now,” he demanded.
She whined, “But I didn’t finish.”
“Shhh, all in good time my love,” he assured, taking her hand away from her unsatisfied cunt.
She whined all pathetically, unhappy with his teasings. He picked her up again, setting her down on his vanity, pressing her against his mirror.
It put her at the perfect height for his tall lanky self. He grabbed her wrists and looked at her with his eyes that dipped to his belt. She complied, undoing his belt and sliding his zipper down.
He pulled his pants down tossing them away, letting his dick finally breathe in the cool air. It was better than she imagined.
She figured a man with his cocky ego would have something pitiful despite the crush she had on him. But he lived up to her potential.
He placed a finger on her chin,
“Look at me while I fuck you, or I’ll stop, understood?” He demanded, eyes glowing sapphire red with desire and hunger.
She nodded compliantly. He smiled as he pressed himself against her and entered her with a loud guttural grunt and a whine that slipped from her lips.
He rocked his hips gently to start, but he dug deep.
“Eyes on me gorgeous,” he taunted.
Her heeled feet wrapped around his bucking waist as she moaned, eyes focusing closely on his eyes causing him to grow in speed. He bit down hard on his lips to mask his pleasure though it resulted in small whimpers in his throat.
“Fuck,” she gasped, her head falling slightly backwards against the fogged mirror. He halted his pace entirely, not leaving room to slow, grabbing her throat.
“Do I need to remind you again?”
He threatened, “Eyes. On. Me.”
She whimpered, nodding her head again. He started rocking again, faster and deeper this time. The vanity wood shook, the mirror fogged, and she grew sweatier. His nails dug deep into her pretty lacy socks, ripping them and leaving them tattered.
“I’ll buy you new ones love,” he panted through gritted teeth and loud exasperated groans.
“Fuck you feel so good, God help me,” he moaned, taken over by her perfect tightness.
His sensitive ears heard the sounds of shoes hitting the marble floor in the hallway. He smiled, covered her mouth, and pushed his hips even harder into her.
“Are you gonna slip up? Are you gonna let them hear?” He teased, watching her eyes tear up and small whimpers dropping between his fingers.
“Keep those eyes open for me baby,” he whispered, quickening his speed in a way that made her melt into him, making it impossible not to make noise.
He heard the foot steps trail off and removed his hand from her mouth, letting her screams escape her throat.
“Oh my love I know, I know it feels so good,” he bantered, holding a tight grip on Y/N’s neck. His rhythmical grunts grew louder as he edged closer.
“Cum for me, let me feel you wet around my cock come on,” he whined, completely gone.
She rocked her hips harder against him, tangling her fingers in his strawberry hair as they shared hot breathed kisses.
Though he could hardly keep his mouth on hers with the sounds that fell from him and the delectable pleasure he felt deep in his bones.
His mouth gaped open as his Adam’s apple bounced with groans. She clenched around him as she quickly came over him making his last thrusts slick and wet.
With a final hard thrust he was spent, wetness gushing from him. His head fell onto her shoulder, completely breathless and whiny. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, fingers playing with his soft hair gently.
“Hey,” she started, still catching her breath. He hummed softly.
“Look at me,” she demanded, the same way he did. He raised his head to look at her. When he did, she scooted herself further to the edge of the vanity, gaining herself leverage to slowly push against his hips.
He gasped a hard breath, his jaw dropping again in a full groan. The sensitivity in him was unbearable but fuck how it felt good.
His skin felt like it was being electrocuted with sex pulsing through his wet pale skin.
“Oh my fuck…” he gasped,
“Love, oh my God,” he could hardly breathe.
It felt just as sensitive for her as it did for him, but it felt so good to watch him fall apart for her after watching him act so tough and cold.
“I.. I can’t stand stop,” he begged, knees buckling beneath him.
He pulled out of her quickly before she slid off the vanity and sunk herself back on him on the bed with her legs wrapping around his waist. She bounced and rolled her hips on him, making him whimper like such a weak little thing.
“Oh, look who’s all pathetic now,” she chastised back at him now, still breathless against him.
He couldn’t even talk back as much as he wanted to say something cocky, but he was so overstimulated with sensation he couldn’t conduct a sound besides whines and moans that were so uncontrollable he couldn’t even keep his mouth shut.
His red eyes watered as she rolled her hips in an erratic rhythm making the wet sounds so obscene.
“Fuck I’m gonna… oh Y/N fuck,” he groaned rhythmically, twitching inside of her, another orgasm building in his belly he couldn’t possibly hold back no matter how hard he bit down on his lip or constricted his stomach.
His moans fluttered loudly as he came once more inside of her. She held herself up against him for a beat and then dropped against his chest as he fell back against the mattress.
Her sweat dripped from his bare chest and soaked his once kept hair.
“Fuck,” he gasped.
He had never felt this way before, he had never let someone see him like that. He was the type to be in control, and he liked it that way.
Control was all he had of himself, but when someone took it anger boiled inside of him. The urge to kill, to take back power.
But when Y/N took it, it felt like he never wanted to be in control again. He could’ve taken control, he was much taller than her, and far stronger than any mortal human being, but he chose to let her take over.
He’d soon regret that.
He ran loving circles on her wet back, kissing her temples gently.
“Did you enjoy that my little love bat?” He asked in a gentle voice she hadn’t heard from him.
“Mhm,” she hummed softly, hardly able to say anything else. Suddenly he realized he had let someone see his vulnerability and he hated that.
“Get up,” he commanded, sternly. “
What?” She sighed, hearing the coldness in his voice again.
“I said get up, grab your things and leave me,” he fired, pushing her off of him.
“Caius.. are you alright?” She asked, confusion sprawled across her face.
“I’m fine, just leave,” he hissed, the old red eyed, puffy lipped scowl on his face again. She was confused, hurt, but she knew what it was like to live up to a constant expectation and image.
She knew it was hard for him to live the way he did, under such watchful eyes from the others and the great expectations of being one of the highest leaders of his species.
The most cruel of them all.
She dressed herself quickly, trying to make herself presentable. She walked to the door but before she could open it he spoke.
“If you tell anyone about this or anyone finds out, I’ll fucking kill you, do you understand that?” He growled with a chilling glare.
“Yes sir,” she stuttered again. He began to walk towards her, cupping her ass in his palm and whispering from behind,
“Don’t think that doesn’t mean that if I catch you walking around in those sexy little heels and socks again I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
The mixed reactions confused her but it also gave her a glint of hope that this wouldn’t be this last time.
He placed a loving kiss on her neck and took one final squeeze of her ass as she opened the door and left.
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CURRENTLY EIGHT PART SERIES. (And more to come… good lord…)
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“pretty girl- did you really think you’d get away with that?”
Demetri had her pinned against the wall with his hand around her throat- fingers squeezing the warm skin with ease as he forced her to look into his eyes, the once beautiful shade of red had become sullen and burgundy.
his fingers gave another squeeze as he awaited an answer but she couldn’t form one, only looking at him with big eyes as she clamped her thighs together as the familiar warmth of arousal crept between her legs.
“use your words, little one”
his voice was like silk as he whispered into her ear as he brought his face closer to hers, pressing his nose into her temple as he breathed in her scent deeply: lavender and vanilla.
Demetri almost forgot why he was furious with his mate as he breathed her in, she smelt heavenly and he knew she tasted of heaven too.
“i’m sorry” she whispered with big eyes, cloudy with lust and excitement as she chewed on her bottom lip, desperately trying to buck her hips into his, grinding down onto his thigh that was placed inbetween her dripping core.
he only stared down at her with a smirk and lewd look in his eyes.
it wasn’t her intention to make him jealous or angry with her in the slightest, she had laughed at something one of the lower guards had said, it was unintentionally funny and she couldn’t stop the melodic giggle that escaped her mouth and unfortunately for her, her mate didn’t take too kindly to her having any sort of interaction with someone beneath his stature, let alone another man.
“la mia bellissima ragazza” he whispered in her ear, the sweet sound of his voice sent shockwaves straight to her pulsing core, the wetness between her legs seeped further down flesh of her thighs.
the sweet girl called out her lovers name, batting her disney eyes as his name fell loosely out of her mouth and within seconds, her mates eyes softened as he stared down at her lovingly.
Demetri’s eyes gazed over her human features, the hand that was once around her throat had begun to caress her rosy cheeks, stroking his thumb sweetly over the soft skin of her face as she stared at him with those beautiful doe eyes he adored.
he traced the pad of his finger alongside the grin she wore as she peppered a kiss on the tip of finger before letting her tongue run over it, almost as if she was testing the waters. he didn’t want to play games but he couldn’t deny the giddy feeling that bubbled within him as he watched his beloved and her filthy fascination with his hands.
Demetri gave his mate a knowing look, his eyes glaring down at her with such awe and lust as he watched her elope his finger, the warmth of her tongue coaxing around his cold skin, it was enough for him to let out a little moan.
“such a naughty girl” he said to her as he removed his finger from her mouth with a pop, she was quick to swallow her whine as he took a step back from her, drinking in her disheveled appearance. he hadn’t even touched her and she was a trembling mess.
“please” the sweet girl pleaded as she reached for her immortal, tugging at the front of his open shirt in desperation.
Demetri looked at her with hungry eyes and laughed at her, taking another step back.
the further he drew himself from her, the more he could see her quivering figure, he hadn’t even touched her and she was falling apart and he loved to see it. “please” she repeated, clenching her thighs together in want.
“beg” was all Demetri said.
Demetri smiled cruelly at her as he held out his hand for her to grab, which she did, he ran his thumb over her supple flesh as he pulled her towards the bed, shoving her down gently so her face was buried in the silk sheets.
she looked up at him once again, her eyes wide and teary as she begged him to have his way with her. she spoke honeyed words, telling him how she wouldn’t look in the direction of another man again and he knew she wouldn’t but he couldn’t let the fun be over with this quickly.
Demetri looked at his lover in awe, his eyes filled with admiration as he reached down to grab onto her, his hands caressing at her skin gently, rubbing the curves of her waist as he dipped his face low enough to capture her lips in a kiss.
“need you- so bad” she whimpered against his mouth, trying her best to turn her neck into him.
Demetri let out a low growl at the taste of her lips. he would never get enough of her taste, she was like a forbidden fruit, the sweetest in the garden.
her tongue danced with his, the lewd sound of them kissing echoed around their chambers, along with her soft moans and whimpers as he pulled away from her so she could catch her breath. she was human after all.
Demetri wasted no time in having his face between her thighs, lapping at her sweetness, throwing head back in ecstasy as her lover drank up her slick. his arms wrapped around the back of her thighs, nails digging slightly into her pale skin as she arched her body into his touch.
his lover cried out in pure bliss as her orgasm neared, clenching her hole around Demetri’s fingers as they teased at her tightness.
“that’s it my love, let go” Demetri whispered against her pussy, watching in adoration as she let herself become undone from his touch.
Demetri moaned at her taste, quick to swallow every drop of her essence as it began to drip from her, she quivered under his touch, legs shaking as she tried to grasp her breath from the insatiable pleasure she had just encountered.
he pressed a chaste kiss to her inner thigh, and then her hip, kissing all way up to her body until he got to her face. she let out a giggle as she wrapped her hands around her mates head, tugging at the ends of his hair gently.
“you aren’t done are you?” she teased him, letting her lips drag across his throat, nipping slightly at his stone skin.
“only just getting started” he growled as he pulled her in for a harsh kiss, his eyes completely black as he looked down at her.
it didn’t take her long to beg again, wanting to feel him inside of her, filling her up, over and over until she passed out from exhaustion.
Demetri let out a deep chuckle, laughing at his needy girl as she tugged the shirt of his body with shaky hands, he was quick to stop her, bringing her fingers to his mouth as he kissed the tips of them sweetly.
“patience principessa. we’ve got eternity”
and that you did. it wasn’t going to be long before you became like him, he wanted to cherish moments like this whilst you were still human.
the distant memory of why he was angry at her was forgotten as he revelled in the beauty of his sweet girl.
When Marcus was a human, he definitely had cute little reading glasses that sat on the tip of his nose.
Thank you.
(And before any of yall fuckers (<-lovingly) try to hit me with, "Oh, but Marcus was turned when he was around 19/20/blahblahblah..." - 1) Young people are far-sighted too and 2) I'm prepared to die on this hill😤)
Imagine his glasses getting all foggy as you make out, obscuring the lovestruck and dazed look in his eyes. You're blurry even with his specs on because he's so into you he just can't focus.
Imagine when he looks down at you and they slip a little, loose from years of usage, and they way he would gracefully slide them back up the bridge of his nose. The cocky fucker knows what he does to you too, and so he's be wearing a, poorly concealed, cocky grin.
Imagine just how hot he looks in his reading glasses, hair tussled and messy as he concentrates on the writing in the book. Dept fingers slowly stroking over the hard leather cover.
Imagine how after a long day, he'd take them off with a sigh and fold them neatly. The way he's be exhausted and just want you in his arms with his face as close to yours as possible. No barriers allowed, he just wants to cuddle.
Imagine the intense eye contact through the lenses when you're on your knees, the intense feeling of superiority it somehow gives him and how much of a fucking turn on that is.
cocky nerdy glasses-wearing Marcus is my favourite flavour or Marcus
Burnt to the Core ♨ Chapter 4 | reader(f) x Firelord Zuko
synopsis: you are firelord zuko's direct attendant. zuko has long reformed the fire nation after ozai's takedown and zuko's assuming of power. but now you had a challenge of your own: your feelings for the firelord. what was just a simple crush turned out to be more trouble than you would have imagined. but it may have been worth it.
word count: 4442
warnings: no spoilers of the movie (besides using this gif here + how gaang now looks as adults). this is mature (MDNI + trigger warning), as a lot of violence/sexual topics will be brought up.
authors note: yall i lowkey cooked here im ngllllll oouu sh. anyways, please enjoy and ill see u in chapter 5 <3 oh also, future chapters may take more time. work calls, but do not worry, i will not abandon this story
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There was something interesting in seeing Lord Zuko like this.
It was like seeing an entirely different person. His hair that poured straight down and sat wherever it could was now illuminated by his bashful flame, dancing away by its updraft. His jaw was tightened– as if disgust tainted his tastebuds and he was forced to deal with the taste. You watched his chest heave in such a quickened pace, you’d think he’d be a few breaths from a panic attack.
But, he was calm. At least, so it seemed.
And Lord Indra was still not convinced. But, his body did indicate some veil of worry, his body wary of itself. He’s daring, but still cautious, aware of the sudden change in the air. “Firelord Zuko, I can assure you that Master Iroh has exaggerated the situation at hand. Ask the girl yourself!” He puts the spotlight on you.
And it was a power move indeed, because you stood there, feeble and ungrounded. He knew that you would freeze, lacking the confidence to supplement Master Iroh’s observations. You were the victim, and somehow Lord Indra made you feel like the problem. You eye him distastefully, seeing the very villain unfold before you.
And not a damn word left your lips, because at that very moment, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. All air escaped you, and what was left was a defenseless body. Your hands clench onto the skirt of your dress, bundling its fabric in your hand as if it will take you away from this place, from this moment. As if you could just disappear.
“Go on, girl,” Lord Indra's words made you feel like a mutt. A toothy smirk mocked you. He eyes your legs, smirking at how withdrawn you’ve become. “Tell the Firelord that nothing has happened. Or…” his eyes look you up and down, “feel free to prove otherwise.”
You never truly understood the meaning of being between a rock and a hard place. Your parents used to say it many times, but you figured it was some sort of lingo, or saying originating from the Earth Kingdom. Your parents were not well versed with the world, so you just figured this was just mimicking sayings passed along through rumor mills and the likes.
And Master Iroh could not do a thing to assist. For you to prove it would mean for you to strip yourself. You had already felt exposed enough, but before the Firelord was a different feeling of vulnerability. Your mind spiraled as you clutched your garments a little harder. But, you gave it just a bit more thought.
You were already here, in a situation you can no longer avoid.
“Please forgive me, Firelord Zuko,” you mutter quietly, your hands latching onto the ties that held your robe. It wasn’t like you were completely nude underneath. White undergarments and a corset resided around your body. But, even so, they define your body just enough to make you feel as if you were exposed should you ever be reduced to this.
But then, Lord Zuko put his free hand up to you, halting your actions.
“I did not ask for her to prove anything to me,” Lord Zuko firmly states, his fire still emitting its wisps of flame and strings of lightning. “I asked for an Agni Kai, so please feel free to prepare yourself.”
Lord Indra finally felt the nerves, unable to quite deflect Lord Zuko’s change in behavior. It was his insistence, and the way his eyes were no longer welcoming, but rather cold and attached to a sort of anger he could not understand. But, he continues to traverse into foreign territory, scratching at the surface of something he shouldn’t have.
“For a measly peasant girl,” Lord Indra takes a stab at you, humoring himself in the process, “c’mon now, Firelord Zuko; you have to get a grip. The Firelord should never waste his time on a woman so beneath us.”
Lord Zuko is still for just a moment, until he stands from his throne. He slowly descends the stairs, his steps just barely making a sound as they gently pit pat the solid ground. Fire still in hand, it struggles to keep itself reserved. Small embers pop! from it, almost as if even the fire could not tolerate its own power. He stands just inches before Lord Indra, who begins to crack just a bit when he takes a step back himself.
He doesn’t allow him to take any more steps. Within a second, Lord Zuko has his fire orbiting around Lord Indra’s neck, being precise and not allowing any flame to touch his skin. Though, it is ultimately up to Lord Indra to keep still, or else. “You’re very brave to speak to me the way you have,” Lord Zuko states simply, “considering who you are speaking to.”
“Firelord Zuko,” Lord Indra somewhat pleads in his voice. But Lord Zuko does not give him the chance.
“You have chosen to come to my palace, assault my attendant, disrespect my uncle, and now, you deny me Agni Kai?” There’s grit in his voice, his hands forming the action of choking, despite the fire already holding Lord Indra hostage. “Where is your honor?”
The fire begins to close in around Lord Indra’s neck, the heat just centimeters from burning his flesh directly. It was already searing, and you could smell his agony from here. “F-Firelord Zuko– you can’t!” Lord Indra exclaims, his hands gripping at his own garments. “You outlawed Agni Kai yourself!”
Then, it happened: Lord Zuko smiled.
But the smile was not of joy, or any sort of content for that matter. There was a sinister satisfaction in his smile, drawn by Lord Indra’s hail mary. “So you remember that I am the Firelord,” he hums lowly, that toothy grin as snarky and nervewrecking as his initial change. “Just this one time, just for you, I will lift the ban.”
There it finally was. Lord Indra cowers at his words, his hands shooting up in the air in resignation. Was it the fire that was only moments from clearing his neck? Or maybe the static sound of lightning that would zap his body to bits? Or maybe it was Firelord Zuko’s sudden change– a cold so brisk that even the Fire Nation itself would not be able to keep warm. But, Lord Indra still hadn’t said a thing.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy,” Lord Zuko’s words slip off his tongue, as if this was something he was known for. “Unlike Lady Sai, you are not so fire resistant.” Lord Indra remained still, dribbles of sweat rolling down his temples. He embodied fear while still refusing to yield. It was as if he doubted Lord Zuko’s aggressiveness, as if he was bluffing.
Then, you saw the fire get closer, and begin to burn Lord Indra’s beard, and the tips of his hair. Any more of this, and he’d be bald first before his physical body got burnt. And, you weren’t sure why you did it, but your legs moved before your brain thought. You quickly rush to Lord Zuko’s side, bowing so low that you were sure your head would touch the floor.
“Please don’t do this, Firelord Zuko,” you begged quietly, your eyes closed as if the treatment would be given to you instead. You could feel yourself wanting to cry, assuming all blame for Lord Zuko’s sudden brazen nature. “Please, leave him be.”
Something clicked in Lord Zuko’s mind. Your act pulled him out of the relaxed chaos in his mind. Seeing your kindness out on display, for the coward he was holding hostage, brought him back to reality. Back to the person he worked so hard to become. But, he was not quite finished with Lord Indra.
“She is here, asking for mercy for you,” Lord Zuko points out, shaming him further. He was full of disgust from Lord Indra and his audacity. But, at the same time, it bothered him to know that, within his palace, within his reach, he could not protect you from what was forced on you. “And you stand here, without an apology or a pinch of remorse for your actions.”
Lord Indra felt reduced to atoms, like he was nothing before the very Firelord that could maim him. Or, if he were so brutal, kill him. “Pl-please, Firelord Zuko,” Lord Indra forces out, a painful growl following his words. The flames were already leaving light burns around his neck due to the intensity of the heat. “L-let me go, and I will get on my knees before her.”
Lord Zuko rolls his eyes, baffled at how long it took to break him. He looks over at you, with his hand waving underneath your face. “Please rise,” he coos, his voice much more soft than it was a moment ago. “Are you still willing to accept an apology from Lord Indra?”
Standing up straight, Lord Zuko saw your personal expression of disgust towards the man. He could tell immediately that you could not care less for whatever half-assed apology he was offering. He was more concerned for his own neck (literally) than contrition over what he did to you. But, nevertheless, you wanted this to be done and over with. You simply nod.
“You are luckier than I thought,” Lord Zuko scoffs, his eyes narrowing down at the defeated man before him. He lets his fire instill a bit more fear, a bit more hurt, before putting it out completely.
Lord Indra meets the ground immediately, holding his chest desperately for air, and relishing in his momentary freedom. His situation, however, was long from over. While he gasped desperately, Lord Zuko had already been plotting.
“Hey,” Lord Zuko snaps, gesturing to you right after. His raven locks were down once again, complimenting the stern aura that Lord Zuko has maintained since the start of the confrontation. “Best take your opportunity while I’m feeling lenient.”
He quickly crawled over to you, still struggling to supply his lungs with air. His hands are flat on the cold ground, his knees digging into it as well from the weight of his own stress. His face meets the floor as well, and he begins to stammer, “I apologize greatly, My Lady, f-for disrespecting you during your work.”
You were somewhat amused, despite your own stress over this matter. You had never had anyone, let alone a nobleman, apologize to you. It reminds you that ranking and class do not have a correlation. “Thank you for your apology,” you say briefly, “but, I do not accept it.”
Both Master Iroh and Lord Zuko were stunted at your words. For Master Iroh, he knew you had some spunk in you; he just did not predict it to be seen in such a serious situation. As for Lord Zuko, his heart has skipped a beat or two, and his mind felt more at ease.
Lord Indra felt like vanishing right then and there. He was already embarrassed enough, having been caught by Master Iroh for being perverse and demented. But now the Firelord chewed him out, and you were the final obstacle, setting him ablaze completely. All the ingredients together to create a humiliating meal.
Lord Zuko was quick to get rid of him, but not without additional consequences. You listened intently to the list, with Master Iroh sitting there, pride engulfing him. Here was Lord Zuko’s demands:
He is to leave Capital City before morning. Should he and his men still be here, imprisonment will follow. A temporary ban of Capital City will also be enacted.
A new representative of the Takeda Clan must be appointed prior to the next meeting. This is nonnegotiable.
For the future, any abuse or disrespect of staff will receive a more serious punishment, regardless of who you are.
As a few guards escorted Lord Indra out, Lord Zuko also fetched a few guards for you. “Escort her to her quarters safely. And you must stand sentinel outside her door until she starts her work tomorrow, understood?”
You quickly wave your hand as the two guards follow their given instructions. They stood behind you while you tried to reason with Lord Zuko, “My Strongest Firelord, this is unnecessary, truly!” You pull your sleeves up, and pat your body, “no real harm came my way, and the person who committed the act is no longer in the palace.”
He looks at you, those amber eyes authoritative, yet somber. They were apologetic, like a truant puppy. Like he was the one who caused the trouble. “Have a wonderful night, Sai. Guards, if you will.”
And just like that, you were dismissed. You glanced back a few times as you were being escorted out, but Lord Zuko had turned to Master Iroh, exchanging words with voices you were too far to hear. But, considering Master Iroh’s woeful smile, you could tell that this situation was not easy for anyone involved.
After washing up and changing into your fresh night attire, you take a seat at your vanity, staring at yourself blankly in the massive mirror in front of you. You felt guilty as you stared at your reflection, seeing the weak girl before you. Had you just been more firm and insistent, perhaps Master Iroh would have shoved this under the rug, and it could have been long forgotten.
But, at the same time, Lord Zuko’s face reminded you of his goal to better the Fire Nation, in his eyes and in the eyes of the other nations. And, to do that, repairs must start from within. Even you understand that having individuals like Lord Indra is very damaging to the Fire Nations reputation, considering his brute nature derives from the previous leadership.
You reminded yourself. You get back on your feet, lifting your nightgown slowly. Angling yourself to see your rear in the mirror, you scan our body for any trace of the assault. You knew you’d see nothing, as there was no mark or burn to speak of, but the proof resided in your robes.
The attire from the inside had burns, and smelled of burning clothing. The beautifully sewn garment was now tainted by the memory and physical damage of a man with no respect, no class, no honor. The robes were now scarred, threads loose, stitches undone. You were not emotionally attached to the robes by any means, but you felt hurt for the hands who made such a lovely piece of clothing.
You go towards the robes, which you left sprawled on the ground in the bathroom. Taking it in your hands and bunching it up in your arms, you head to the door to dispose of it. But, your timing was miraculous, and in sync with another as you opened the door and met with the tall entity that was Lord Zuko. His fist was in the air, inches from the doorway.
He was in his own night attire, seemingly after a bath. His hair was wet once again, and done up in one solid bun, with all his hair bunched in it. With his hair out of the way, you could clearly see how sharp of a man he was. Perfect jaw, defined nose, and lips that you’d never expect could let out such aggressive and foul words. His amber eyes narrowed down at you once he put his hand down.
“y/n,” Lord Zuko speaks first, his voice so soft that you yourself might slip away. “A-are you going somewhere?”
You were suddenly shy, and didn’t even have the space to bow, given his proximity. It wasn’t like you had never assisted him in the night, both in night attire. But, after today, you were a bit embarrassed to face him. You were too ashamed to meet anyone really, knowing this will travel in the rumor mill of the palace. “I, um… my robes, I was going to discard them.”
Lord Zuko looks down at them, trying to see where the damage was done. But upon realizing he couldn’t locate it, he looks down with a sad smile, “is it okay that I come in? I’d like to discuss with you the matter today.”
Is that necessary? You thought to yourself. He handled it, and handled it as a leader. But, nonetheless, who were you to deny the Firelord entry to your quarters? Especially when he asked so sweetly.
A silence sat between you both as you watched Lord Zuko sit at your vanity, your damaged robes now in his care. You were sitting on your bed (upon Lord Zuko’s request that you be as comfortable as possible in your own space), knees pressed against your chest. A blanket shielded your legs as you stared at the way he felt your linens.
It made your cheeks a bit hot. The way his fingers delicately brushed along the ever changing textures in the fabrics. He was practically petting it like a cat on his lap. But, you could tell there was nothing gentle about it. He was clearly upset, taking the hardship of slacking as a leader a little too seriously.
“I was too nice,” Lord Zuko hums, reviewing his ‘shortcomings.’ He lifts several layers of the differing fabrics, seeing the blackened breaks and burnt rips. “I should've burnt all his hair off.”
You giggle at his frustrated face, “please, there was no need to go that far. You’ve scared him enough, Lord Zuko. I do not think he will ever do it again, to anyone else.” You try to crack your most earnest smile, hoping the remnants of pain don’t slip through the cracks of your mask.
“The last thing I want, or need for that matter, is for you to be unsafe,” Lord Zuko hums, his eyes still glued to your damaged garments. “My purpose is to safeguard the Fire Nation, and more directly, this palace.”
“This is something unprecedented, and out of anyone's control,” you say simply, hoping to make him feel a little better. You give him a warm smile, “you really spooked him, so I’m quite satisfied with how you handled it, Lord Zuko.”
“Yeah?” He says through a chuckle, his face finally lighting up a bit. He looks over at you, mischievous in those amber eyes, “I thought I didn't scare him enough.”
“If you kept that up, I’m pretty confident he would have defecated himself,” you say quietly, trying to contain a snicker.
Lord Zuko shudders at your words, “Spirits, not in my throne room. I’d have to stop working there for a while.” His eyes once again fall, and you see him put his hand through the burnt hole that was now forever marked on the clothing. “...are you sure you didn’t get hurt?”
You nod, offering your pinky to him, “swears.” He reaches over to you, clasping your pinky with his own. His skin was warm, rough, with a callous or two residing in the inside part of his finger. Subconsciously, he pulled his seat with his legs, moving closer so he was no longer reaching out to you. With the motion, more of his fingers began to touch your own, gently clawing to hook your free fingers with his own. You giggle, receiving a reciprocal chuckle from the Firelord.
“‘m glad,” he murmurs, enthralled in you and this moment you both shared. “I’d hate for you to have a scar like mine. You don’t deserve it.”
“Th-thank you,” you barely whisper, your eyes focused on the way his hand melds with yours. “But your scar is not ugly by any means, so please don’t think that…”
This contact suddenly became intense. Lord Zuko began forcing his fingers between the spaces of your fingers, his tips gliding past the web spaces. You find yourself reaching to touch his thumb with your own, flicking at it from time to time until he realizes. He brings down his thumb, pressing it firmly against your own. You both were in a world far away from the palace, and the people of the Fire Nation.
Eventually, your fingers found themselves interweaving between his own. He seemed just as in tune, his eyes focused on the way your soft digits comforted his own rough, neglected ones. “Your hands… they’re so hard,” you say quietly, immediately getting embarrassed by your own wording.
He lets you off, chuckling, “as you know, I’m not the best at taking care of myself.” He lets you go, hovering his hand before you with his palm facing upward. You take your index finger and run circles around the many calluses ornate on his hand. “Fire bending doesn’t help either.”
“I can only imagine,” you hum, somewhat appreciating the callosity. It was a testament to all of the suffering he went through in order to become the Firelord. “As you can feel, I am nowhere near a refined fire bender.”
“But you can bend fire, which is a good start,” Lord Zuko compliments. He then stops you from your touch and lays your hand flat. You watch him curiously as he brings two fingers to your palm, and gives it a gentle pat. Immediately, a small ember bursts from your hand. You were astonished to say the least. “Cool trick, huh?”
“Crazy that you can just do that, Lord Zuko,” you say wistfully, holding onto the ember you both created.
Your eyes had him voluntarily enter your prison. He couldn’t help but adore the way you stared at the small flame, your eyes coated in so much affection and admiration. It felt, for a moment, that he was not a Firelord. He was just a boy, spending time with the most amazing girl. And if he could, he’d freeze time and live in this exact scene, with you, forever.
And, at the same time, it frightened him. In the years since he assumed power, the most he had in terms of a romantic relation was with Mai. Lovely, but melancholic Mai. But, the two were in constant clashes, with her orbiting his world. It wasn’t that he did not want to consider her world; his simply came first. To lead a nation, to restore the damage done by the previous Firelord, and maintain world peace was not a simple matter. Mai’s life was important too, and he could not continue forcing her when simply put, she shouldn’t be.
It was for the best, despite how it felt. Zuko’s world became dull, monotone and lifeless. His closest friends too had obligations in their appropriate nations, and could only visit so much before having to rush back. No one talks about the gray area of obligations, which is the intense stripping of privacy and liberation as someone who is representing and carving the way for such freedoms.
Zuko knew that, for his people to be happy, he must sacrifice. For his uncle, who only has but so many years left, he must learn all he can from him. For his mother, who met with fate too early for him to bloom. For his sister, albeit her insanity, who he could not save from the clutches of his fathers demonic desires to rule the world.
Being the Firelord somehow took away his flame. He became hollow, a shell of a man, focusing on his people and finding solace in that reason for becoming so desolate. He spoke sternly, smiled at nobody, and did right by his uncle and his people at the cost of his own sanity. Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat.
And then, you come in.
A humble worker, a young woman whose hands were always carrying a kettle. A woman who easily swayed his uncle with ‘hot leaf juice,’ which happened to have swayed him, too. An attendant who listens when he wants to be listened to, who does what she is told happily, not forcibly. If he were down, you were always ready to pull him back up, however it must happen.
It was how quickly you became close that truly scared him. It was one thing to be overly pleased with your work ethic. It was another to think about you when eating your favorite food. It was difficult not to imagine your reaction when he spots an uncommon flower in the palace. Your dazzling eyes were forever branded in his mind, whenever you were so happy or excited that they spoke first before a word came from your lips.
And now here you were, letting him indulge in you, in the small gray area that he could not understand. He knows well he could not proceed in any sort of relationship with you past this. This extremely friendly attendant and lord relationship. It was then that he caught himself, and quickly moved away from you.
His quick detachment made you lose focus, and you watched the amber dissolve in thin air, only living a string of smoke in memory. “O-oh, um–”
“I shall leave you so you can rest,” he says sharply, forcing his eyes from you. He did not want to see your reaction to his sudden change. “Again, my apologies for today. And I will go ahead and discard this for you,” he says, gesturing to the burnt garments in his arm.
You were met by his back, and this overwhelming feeling of woe hit you. Nothing happened, so… why? “Y-yes, of course…! Thank you very much, Lord Zuko,” you spew out quickly, sheepishly bowing from your bed with no eyes to notice. “Have a wonderful night, and a long rest.”
He says not another word before exiting your quarters.
When he closes the door behind him, he notices a third guard across the corridor, seemingly waiting for him. Lord Zuko checks on the guards by your door before starting his stride over to the anxious guard in the distance. He already had enough on his plate, and with the emotions turmoil in his mind, he didn’t think he could take anything else.
“What is it?” Lord Zuko starts. The guard, as expected, bows before conjuring a scroll from behind him.
“My Firelord, a scroll has just some in urgently for you,” the guard informs him, anxiety splattered in each word. “It is a letter from the Avatar. He and your other Dignitaries are on their way over to Capital City.”
Summary: one of the greatest perks of having Felix as a mate is being able to steal his clothes at any given time. Another perk is being able to cling to hun when things are feeling a bit hot
God it was scorching this summer. You felt like you could literally melt if you stepped outside. Of all the updates these stupid vampires made they couldn’t have figured out A/C? You couldn’t wait for your mate to be off guard duty. The days seemed to drag with him gone for so long.
You decided to strip down into necessities. You found Felixs tshirt that on you fit almost like a dress. It just covered your underwear and you knew Felix would freak out if anyone decided to pay a surprise visit. Oh well, it was too hot to really care. Honestly it might be kind of funny.
You decided to sit on the floor and pull out an old coloring book to relax. You turned on some music to get distract yourself. It seemed to work because you didn’t hear the door open. But you definitely heard it slam.
“Jesus Fe! You want to not give me a heart attack next time??” You jumped up
“Y/n do you want to give me a heads up so I don’t my show mate all indecent.”
“Hey, first of all it’s hot for a human. Second, it’s your shirt and I like that it smells like you. And three, I think you like it when I’m dressed like this.” You smiled at him.
He was in front of you in an instant. “I never said I didn’t like it, little one. There are certain things I like to keep for my eyes only.” He whispered in your ear
You laughed, “well then I guess it is a perk. How was your day?”
“It was fine, amore.” He paused to look at you again, “I don’t suppose I could convince to just wear my shirt correct.”
“I don’t know them I’d be really indecent. What if Demetri comes in here? Then again that could be more fun.” You teased him
He immediately picked you up and growled in your ear, “don’t get any ideas, little one. You’re mine.”
“Of course I am. Why don’t you get comfy, you could put in the joggers that go with this shirt. We could match.”
Felix paled at the idea, “you don’t want that little one, too many scars.”
Your heart dropped you forgot how insecure Felix still was about those. He thought it made him look like a monster. “I don’t want you to be uncomfy Fe. If it helps, I still think your scars are beautiful.”
Felix hated compliments, well he loved them but he was so unfamiliar with them he always got really awkward.
“Also if it convinced you, I’m dying of this heat so it would really help me out.”
He chuckled, “alright little one, let me change.”
“Yesss.” You whispered, Felix laughed at you’re response
The light began making Felix glow. You couldn’t stop staring. He really was gorgeous.
“What are you staring at little one?”
“You. You look like an angel.” You ran up and wrapped your arms around his waist. He leaned down to kiss you.
“That’s a new one,” he laughed, “but let’s be honest that’s all you.”
“Felix, just let me be in awe of you for like one second.”
“Mmm no.” He picked you up and carried you to bed. The two of you laid there. You relaxed on his cool skin and traced your finger up and down his arm.
“They really don’t bother you.”
“No. It bothers me that you think something like this would bother me.” You teased him.
“What would I do without you?”
“You’d be fine and happy, I hope.”
“No. I mean I’d be doing the same stupid and boring things. Except they would feel more stupid and more boring. More mundane. I’d be getting done with guard duty or missions and coming back to a much darker and colder, and definitely quieter place.” He pulled you closer to him, “it wouldn’t feel quite like home.”
“Well then it’s a good thing that you’re going to be stuck with me a long time.”
A/N: I hope everyone is having a great day! Trying my best to get more things out 🤍
Summary: Felix recounts meeting y/n and teaches her how to use old weapons he had once used as a gladiator
Felix entered his room to find his mate entranced by his some of his old weapons. Her fingers gingerly grazing over a sword. It wasn’t the first time he’d caught her looking over them, she would usually try and pretend she hadn’t been. When he had first met y/n she had asked all about his life both past and present. Felix smiled at the thought of their encounter.
Aro had found y/n by accident. Someone on trial had seen a gifted human. It was similar to how they had found the twins. Aro and Caius went to investigate along with the guard. Demetri found y/n rather easily. Aro had a clue to what she did but no one was prepared for what she showed them. No one had seen a gift like hers, the ability to make your worst fear come to life.
On top of that she had already had an inkling of what the volturi was. She showed no fear. The second she had seen the group of dark cloaks she had immediately asked what and who exactly they were. The twins stepped forward at the audacity of the human. Before Felix could say anything the twins began screaming and looking for eachother, both blinded by whatever y/n showed them.
Felix was frozen in place. Not because of he had seen but because he hadn’t expected to find his mate in this lifetime. He had never felt a pull like that before. As far as he was concerned his mate had long been dead, they were never to meet. And for awhile he told himself that it was for the best, who would want to be with someone like him? A killer, a murderer, he was known to be the executioner. He had told himself it was better his mate would never end up with someone as terrifying as him. It was strange at that moment he felt like running. A fear growing in him that he desperately tried to ignore. What if she didn’t want him?
Aro had managed to get her to release the twins, both actually stepping behind him in fear. No one had seen them like that. Not since they had been turned. Aro tried to explain their reason for visiting, but it wasn’t until she actually saw Felix come over and grab aros hand that she calmed down. Aro cursed himself for not bringing Marcus, it might have avoided the misunderstanding.
The next few days had been spent arranging her arrival at the castle and teaching her about their history. While he was hesitant, he felt it was only fair to tell her about the bond they could have. Felix had spent those days insisting she didn’t have to accept the mate bond. Y/n had just smiled and asked if he had wanted to hang out with her. It took everything to not tell her how desperately he did. When the two had finally been able to talk y/n was determined to know everything. So all of Felixs past came up, from his job to his past life being a gladiator.
While Felix had thought she would be scared or turned off by his life, y/n just felt sad. She could see how despite his life with the volturi Felix was lonely. Not letting, no not allowing anyone to see anything past the facade he had so carefully put up. Felix had been shocked by how accepting y/n had been, he had leaned in to kiss her almost automatically, like he had no control over his actions. When y/n didn’t back away Felix finally allowed himself to believe she would really choose to be with him.
After that the two were inseparable. If Felix wasn’t on guard duty or on a mission he was with y/n. If the two were with the rest of the guard she was on his lap. Y/n spent her days asking about everything she could, he noticed her interest in the gladiator aspect of his life. Her curiosity about the weapons worrying him because as long as she was human he had no interest in allowing her anywhere near those things, what if she got hurt? Felix didn’t relax about her safety until she was turned and even then she always preoccupied his thoughts.
“Planning on using those anytime soon little one?”
Her new reflexes as a vampire came in handy lately, seeing as she could have possibly broken the sword she dropped,
“Jesus Fe.”
“Don’t be mad,” Felix held his hands up “aren’t you supposed to have better hearing now?”
“Ha, funny.” She said rolling her eyes, “I can’t help it, these are just so beautiful. I kinda wish I knew how to use one.”
“I could always teach you, you know that?”
“Since when do you trust me with weapons?”
“Since I no longer have to worry about weapons possibly hurting you.”
“Hm, fair point.” She smiled at Felix and he came next to her so he could give her a kiss.
“We do seriously have tons of old things I used to have experience with if you want to have some fun, little one.”
“Won’t we break them?”
“Maybe,” Felix shrugged, “they’re just collecting dust at this point anyways.”
Y/n couldn’t get up quick enough she grabbed Felix and asked him to lead the way. He held her hand as they headed towards a storage room, it would be their first stop before heading to the training room.
“So Fe, you want to tell me why you were creeping on me up there?”
“I resent that. As I said your senses should be heightened to the point no one should be able to sneak up on you.”
Y/n playfully smacked his arm, “come on, tell me.”
Felix hesitated, it was a simple answer yet there was something nagging at him, “I was just thinking back to the first time we had met.”
“Oh, definitely not my best moment.” Y/ns smiled faded as she saw the look of concern on his face, “you never want to talk about that day, you know?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Yeah, I mean even the twins and I have talked about it… but everytime it comes up you seem to want to change the subject. Was I that…. I don’t know, scary?”
“Ironically you are the farthest thing from scary, which is why everyone underestimated you.” Felix nudged her, they’d arrived at the archives
“I can be scary!” Y/n huffed and crossed her arms
“My darling, you’re proving my point.”
“Don’t think I don’t see you avoiding my question.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Felix smiled, he grabbed two swords and the two snuck off into the training room.
Felix begins a deeper lesson on how to use the gladius. Y/n is only half paying attention. Too focused on Felixs guiding her arm when he’s showing the best way to move with it.
“How do we even decide who wins? It’s not like we can actually hurt eachother?”
“It doesn’t have to be a contest y/n.”
“Of course it does.” Felix couldn’t help but laugh at his mates competitive side, y/n wasn’t letting up, “want to make a bet?”
“A bet?”
“Yes Felix. It will make it more fun.” Her smirk immediately made Felix wary of what she was planning. She was going to cheat and they both knew it, he just wasn’t sure how.
“I’m listening…”
“If I win, you have to tell me why you don’t want to talk about that day, and if you win I’ll never bring it up again.”
Felix cursed himself for not being able to say no to her. Then he cursed himself again because he knew he never back down from a challenge especially when y/n requested it. The faced each other both grinning,
Y/n slightly tilted her head to the side, “Ready?”
“You have no idea little one. Try not to break anything, yes?”
“Says the strongest member in the volturi.” She nodded and Felix moved first.
Felix’s eyes changed once the two of them began. If y/n wasnt so determined to get some answers out of Felix she would have lost. She couldn’t help it, something about the seriousness in his eyes always made her a bit weak.
The sounds of metal clashing got the attention of the twins and Demetri.
“Felix keep going that fast you’re going to break those things.” Demetri said
The two paused for a second, but Jane stepped in, “oh come on, don’t stop now. It was just getting interesting.”
Felix was about to argue with Jane when Y/n swept his feet out from under him and pointed the sword to down at his face,
“I win.” Felix smirked before kicking the sword out of your hand and then positioning himself around behind you with the sword around your neck
“Sorry little one, I don’t lose.”
Y/n pushed his arms off, and faced him “No fair.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy this.”
“Can’t say I didn’t I guess.” Y/n pushed him again
Demetri groaned, “ugh compose yourself Felix. Come on, you two. Let’s get out of here before we see something we don’t want to.”
The twins followed, still blissfully oblivious, “what would we see?”
Demetri glared back at the couple, “You two owe me.”
Felix and y/n burst out laughing.
“Well I guess you win. Lips are sealed.” Y/n said as she flitted to his side to kiss his cheek.
Felix hesitated. He didn’t even know why he was so hesitant about that day. “Would you like to go out to the gardens for a bit?”
“Sure it’s nice out today and I personally love seeing you all sparkly.”
“Why are you like this, little one?”
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this.” She stuck her tongue out at the echo of her mates words. Felix rolled his eyes and offered his arm out.
They walked in a comfortable silence until they reached the garden. The two sat down on one of the stone benches surrounding the area around the fountain. Y/n turned to face the sun, Felix was completely entranced by the way her skin shone. Before her he would have never even given it a second thought, what used to be an annoyance had become one of his favorite aspects of their kind.
Felix cleared his throat, “so about that day…”
“The deal was I don’t bring it up, so if you have anything you want to talk about I’m all ears.” She leaned into him
“Fine. you can owe me another way.”
“Hmm, so what’s bothering you about it?”
“Why did you only use your gift on the twins?”
“I hated doing that but to be fair, they look like they stepped out of a horror movie, I was scared and they were coming towards me.”
“Fair. They still scare me.”
She chuckled, “please, they’re all bark no bite.”
“Maybe to you.”
“Yeah well I hope they understand why I did it. I still feel awful about it.”
“I’m sure they do, otherwise they wouldn’t want to always steal you away from me.”
“It’s cute when you’re jealous you know that?” She smiled as she looked up at him
Felix scoffed again, “you’re the only one who calls me cute. Let’s not be too loud about it.” After y/n laughed he continued, “why didn’t you use your gift on anyone else?”
“It wouldn’t have really helped me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean Demetris fear isn’t something that would have stopped him from coming towards me. Neither was Aros.”
This was what made Felix uneasy and y/n could tell, “And Caius?”
“I don’t think I got a clear view of him. He definitely wouldn’t have liked if I showed him his fear. Probably would have made Aro get rid of me?”
“So when did you see his fear then?”
“On the plane ride over, I was wondering if anyones fear might make you guys fight eachother so I could get away.”
Felix paused for a while, “did—did you see mine?”
It was y/ns turn to hesitate, “My gift, if that’s what you wanna call it, it doesn’t work like that. Or it didn’t back then.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I used to get freaked out I would just automatically see what everyone else freaked out over. I couldn’t control not like I can now.”
Felix couldn’t avoid it any longer, “so when you saw me?”
A smile grew on y/ns face, “you really want to know?”
“Not sure if I’m being honest, it’s why I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Wow big scary Felix worried about what about little old me saw? I thought I was cute at best?”
“I thought you said I wasn’t scary.”
“You’re not. That’s just what you want people to think, and it works for the most part.” Felix just stared at her until she continued, “I didn’t see anything with you Fe.”
“I’m sorry… what?”
“Not at first anyway, when you all found me I looked at every one of you. Besides Caius that I couldn’t see well, I couldn’t figure you out. And it kept changing.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Oh it isn’t, I thought it wasn’t working. But you really weren’t afraid of anything, not dying, definitely not fighting.”
“So how did you know?”
“When I focus I can dig more the more intricate fears but I don’t usually have to do that, I’m not Aro. I can’t read anyones minds. Alec and Jane always worry about eachother and Demetri, well Demetris fear seems to be really present on missions. You? Couldn’t get anything, when that happened it was like doing an internet search for something that you vaguely know but not really.”
“You lost me little one…”
Another chuckle, “I mean think of things people are afraid usually of, spiders, rain, the dark? Sometimes it’s like I can draw it out but with you, nothing. So I dug, but it confused me.”
“You’re not making sense…”
“I know, I’m babbling, sorry. But it really was like you weren’t afraid of anything and then out of nowhere, it was like you were terrified of what you were or, are. The things you had done, I’m assuming. Then…the twins stepped forward, and I just directed my power on them.”
“And after?”
“I didn’t try after that. Why do you think it was so hard for me to look at you for awhile?”
Felix had forgotten about that, funny enough if she had been trying he knew exactly what she would have seen. Herself, dying hurting herself. Rejecting him.
“So you have no idea what I’m afraid of?”
“I have an idea, I’m sure it’s around the lines of what I’m afraid of.”
“You’ve really never checked?”
“I didn’t have to. You treated me like I was made of glass. You still try to most days. You should see me when I don’t get to go on missions with you.” She finally got back up and offered her hand, “So? Since I broke the deal, I’m supposed to make it up another way. So what can I do for you Felix?”
