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My new OC 👩🏼❤️💋👩🏾
And love interest for Sol 🤩
Meet Astrid! She's my new OC, and she's 22. 175cm, she's definitely got a presence. She's a shieldmaiden from way up north in a place called Dragonheim.
She doesn't do magic like spells or anything. (In Dragonheim, only dragon riders have magic). Instead, she uses her own mana to make her body and shield super strong and tough in a fight. It's a fighting style she's perfected over a long time.
Astrid is really confident and has this flirty, mischievous side that just shows in her bright green eyes. You know, she's had a few fun relationships with other girls before, but that's a whole different story.
Her real story begins when she met Sol. They started out as battlefield friends, and Astrid was there for Sol when her heart was broken, after Sol walked innon Charlotte and Yami.. Their friendship got real, and it turns out Astrid was falling for her the whole time. The big moment was when Astrid took literally a bullet for Sol—after that, they become officially a thing.
After the battle, Astrid isn't going back home. She's staying in Clover with Sol to build a new life and a super healthy relationship.
Why is it whenever I do a full colored drawing of this man I come out EXHAUSTED XD. This took 4 hours split over 2 and a half days. Inspired by an outfit I found on @karlithemuse black bulls pinterest board.
Someone fucking kill this man, he made me do perspective, this is the most elaborate drawing I've done in a while.
@karlithemuse leopold u go (GET IT BC HERE YOU GO (IT DOESNT EVEN WORK))
Missing you, Julius
To much love will kill you
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The fire had long gone out, and the cold inside the stone room was not just in the air — it was in her bones. In her blood. Ginvera sat hunched on the edge of the bed she never chose, wrapped in the cloak that still smelled faintly of dragon leather and smoke. Her hands trembled in her lap, raw from wringing. Her knuckles white. Her cheeks wet.
She didn’t know when the crying had started, but it hadn’t stopped in hours.
A year.
It’d been a full year since she left Clover behind. Since she’d walked away from magic, from the man she loved, from the dreams she'd once dared to whisper into Julius’s shoulder at midnight.
And for what?
A crown she never was supposed to be hers. A kingdom that looked at her funny when she passed. A husband who stared at her like she were a breeding mare, not a woman.
“I'm just the pieces of the woman I used to be...”
She whispered it aloud, voice hoarse. Her own reflection in the mirror across the room looked like a ghost. Hollow cheeks. Dull hair. Eyes rimmed red.
Where had she gone?
She’d once been bold. A dragon rider. A scholar. A princess who laughed with love. Now?
Now she was a prisoner in silks.
And worse still — a mother with no child.
Her daughter Nyxara lived in the pit with the elders. The king’s orders. “She needs to be raised alone,” he’d said. “Away from me.” Ginvera hadn’t even held her in four days. Hadn’t kissed her soft little cheek or heard her new sounds or rocked her through a storm.
She had a daughter… and no power to mother her.
“Too many bitter tears are rainin’ down on me...”
She curled in on herself, drawing her knees up as her body shook. The room was quiet, save for the muffled sob that escaped her throat and the rain that tapped against the frost-lined window.
Her husband, king Alaric had come to her chamber again last night. His voice like cold steel, his touch worse.
“The pain will make ye crazy… you're the victim of yer crime...”
He wanted an heir. A real one. A king’s son. He’d made that clear months ago. He didn’t care that she wasn’t ready. Didn’t care that her heart had never belonged to him — only her body. And only because he forced it.
She gagged, the memory of his breath on her skin rising in her throat like bile.
No one had ever told her this would be what becoming queen meant.
“I feel like no one ever told the truth to me / About growing up and what a struggle it would be…”
She’d been raised on tapestries and lullabies. On lessons of poise and politics. They’d taught her to stand straight and smile, to speak softly and obey. But no one had ever taught her how to survive this.
Not the loneliness. Not the loss.
Not the war inside her — between mother, queen, and the young woman who still cried out for the man who’d once held her in golden twilight and whispered he’d wait for her.
“I'm far away from home / And I’ve been facing this alone for much too long…”
She clutched at the small silver chain under her dress. The one thing she’d kept from Clover. Julius’s charm. It wasn’t magic, but it might as well have been. Just touching it made her breath hitch.
“Gods, I miss ye,” she whispered, voice cracking, broken. “I should’ve never left. I should’ve stayed in yer arms, no matter what they said.”
But the words were hollow now.
She was trapped here.
“Torn between the love and the love you leave behind…”
She loved her daughter — gods, she loved her — but she hated this life. Hated what it made of her. A queen in chains. A mother with empty arms. A woman starving for love that no longer touched her.
And still, every night, she stared at the door and waited.
Waited for Julius. For some impossible rescue. For a dream to bleed into reality.
“Too much love will kill ye / If ye can’t make up yer mind…”
“I can’t choose,” she wept, clutching the charm to her chest, rocking slowly. “I can’t, Julius. She’s our baby. But you—” Her voice caught. “You were the best part of me.”
“How would it be if you were standin’ in my shoes? / Can’t ye see it’s impossible to choose?”
The rain beat harder now, drumming like war drums against the glass.
She stood suddenly, stumbling toward the window, pressing her forehead against it. Far beyond the mist and snow, dragons soared — wild and free. Her daughter, their dautjer hidden among them.
And Ginvera? She was just a shadow in a tower.
“Yes, too much love will kill ye… in the end…”
Sway with me
Fuegoleon, just 20 years young and just became vice-captain.
A noble’s masquerade, late evening. At the very edge of the ballroom, where the shadows gather and the firelight fades.
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Fuegoleon was starting to hate these parties.
The heat of the candles. The clinking of glasses. The gold-draped everything. It all smelled like perfume and politics—like too many people saying too many things that meant nothing at all. He stayed where he always did—back near the windows, arms folded, half in shadow. Watching. That was his place. That was who he was.
Twenty now, vice-captain under his uncle. He was supposed to have a grip on things, right? His magic, his voice, his judgment. Control was second nature.
But not with her.
Never with her.
He didn’t see her right away. He felt her first.
A warmth that didn’t belong to the chandelier flames. A shift in the air—like the hush before a storm. He straightened slightly without realizing it, the muscle in his jaw tightening out of instinct.
And then there she was, Esmeralda.
She slipped through the crowd without apology. The nobles barely noticed her, too busy pretending they mattered. But Fuegoleon noticed everything. Always had.
She wore green again—of course she did. Layers of flowing fabric, patterned with bronze and deep blue, wrapped at the waist in a thick braided cord. A look that wasn't polished but purposeful. Nomadic. Wild. Her bare shoulders caught the candlelight, and the fine gold bangles at her wrists jingled with each step like a quiet warning. Her long dark hair was half-pinned, half-falling down her back in loose waves, one little braid tucked behind her ear with a small sun charm tied to it.
She hadn’t come to dance.
She hadn’t come to be seen.
She came to work.
He watched her from the dark. The way she brushed her fingers along the sleeves of a nobleman’s coat as she passed. The way her smile curled, sweet and dangerous, as she whispered something into the ear of a woman in pearls. She moved like she owned the floor, like the music answered to her.
He counted it. One, two… three pockets. She was already holding at least two coin purses, maybe more.
Gods, she was still a con artist. She’d promised she was done. No—he’d asked her to stop. She never promised him.
He didn’t step forward. Not yet. Just watched as she turned, mid-laugh, and saw him.
Her smile changed the second their eyes met.
It softened. Shifted. Became something quieter. Something meant just for him.
She made her way over without rush, her skirts brushing the marble floor, her every movement a low hum of music and mischief.
“Vice-Captain,” she said when she reached him, her voice low and playful. “Still pretending you don’t want to be seen with me?”
“I’m not pretending,” he said.
She grinned, looking over his shoulder at the dancing nobles. “Well, I missed you anyway.”
He gave her a look. “What did you take?”
“I just give advice.” She leaned against the tall window beside him, her shoulder barely touching his. “The kind people pay for when they want to hear something pretty about themselves.”
“And how many ‘pretty things’ did you say tonight?”
She tilted her head. “Enough to earn a dinner. Maybe even dessert.”
He looked at her. Really looked at her. She getting more and more mature. More refined, maybe. But still her—still clever, still untamed, still all fire underneath.
“Esmeralda,” he said, quieter now, in a lower voice. “You can’t keep doing this.”
She shrugged, pulling at one of the bangles on her wrist. “It’s what I know.”
“You’re more than that.”
She looked at him then, something sharp behind her smile. “You’re the only one who ever says that.”
They stood there for a moment. Close. Not speaking.
The music shifted—something slower, deeper. A rhythm built from the soft knock of marimbas and the stretch of long violin notes.
She turned to face him.
“Dance with me.”
“No.”
“Just sway,” she said. “One song.”
“Esmeralda…”
“You’re twenty now,” she said, teasing. “A full-grown man. I think you can handle standing close to me for a minute.”
He hesitated.
Then she took his hand.
Not forcefully. Not even fully. Just her fingers brushing over his, like a question. He didn’t pull away.
She stepped closer, guiding his palm to her waist. Her other hand found his shoulder. Her body moved with the music—slow, fluid. It wasn’t a dance. It wasn’t choreographed. She was just… swaying. And somehow, he was, too.
“You always go tense first,” she murmured, resting her head just near his shoulder. “But then you move with me. Like it’s natural.”
“It’s not.”
“It is.”
He wanted to tell her to stop. That it wasn’t right. That people were watching.
But they weren’t.
They were in the corner, wrapped in shadow and soft light. And it felt too easy to forget the world.
She leaned back just enough to meet his eyes. Her face was so close. Her lips barely parted.
“I can hear the violins,” she whispered, smiling, “long before it begins…”
He held still, breathing shallowly. She smelled like warmth and something herbal—sweet with a bite underneath. Her mouth was centimeters from his. millimeters.
“I won’t kiss you,” he said, low, gruff.
“I know.”
She didn’t move.
Neither did he.
Her voice dropped, softer. “But you want to.”
He said nothing. That was enough.
The music slowed. Her sway softened. She exhaled—one breath, warm across his collarbone.
Then she stepped back. One centimeter. Two. Gone.
“See?” she said lightly. “Just one minute. No damage done.”
She turned to go, pausing to glance back over her shoulder. “You burn too hot to admit it, Fue. But you always sway for me.”
And then she vanished, melting into the gold and music like smoke.
Fuegoleon stood there, still swaying, barely.
It would be more than ten years before he kissed her. But already, she had him. And she knew it.
"Let Me Have the Pieces"
When a first kiss brings nothing but heartbreak. She was never ment to stay in Clover. But Julius rather had his heart broken, then never have kissed her.
Julius stepped into the library without a sound. The door clicked shut behind him, the echo swallowed by the stillness of the room. He paused, just for a second, letting the scent wash over him—old paper, melted wax, and something softer underneath. Something floral. Something that always made him think of her.
His body hurt. His shoulders, his legs, his hands—all sore from the mission, from the fighting. But he didn’t really feel any of it anymore. Not when he saw her.
She was tucked into the window seat, knees drawn up beneath her, completely lost in the book resting in her lap. The light of the setting sun hit her hair just right, turning those soft coral strands into gold-tipped silk. She hadn’t noticed him yet. Her lips moved slightly as she read, like she was silently mouthing the words. He should’ve turned away. Should’ve left before she saw him. This wasn’t supposed to happen—not like this, not now, not ever.
But he stayed.
Something about her always made him forget the rules they made. Maybe it was the quiet weight she carried, like the world had rested on her shoulders for so long she’d forgotten what it was like to be free. Or maybe it was just her—entirely herself even in silence, pulling him in without even trying.
She looked up.
Their eyes met, and the moment shifted.
She didn’t smile. Not right away. Instead, she closed her book slowly, carefully, as though even that small act deserved reverence. Then she stood.
“Julius,” she said, breath catching on his name. She crossed the room with quiet urgency. “Sweet saints, what happened to ye? Where’ve ye gone this time?”
Before he could answer, she wrapped her arms around him. He didn’t think. He just leaned in, folding into her warmth like it was the only real thing left in the world. He pressed his face into her shoulder and inhaled, letting the scent of her ground him.
“I’m here,” he murmured.
She leaned back just enough to see him, her fingers gripping his cloak. “Your hands,” she whispered, tracing a cut along his knuckles.“Ye’re bleedin’… again. Ye looked me in the eye and promised.”
“I didn’t promise,” he said, managing a tired smile. “You told me I had to be.”
Her lips twitched, but the worry didn’t leave her eyes.“And yet again, ye went all in—just like ye always do.”
“I had to.”
“Ye always have to, don’t ye?” Her voice broke, and she looked away, trying to swallow the frustration rising in her chest. “Do ye even think, for a second, what it’d do to me if ye never came back?”
He reached up and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, careful and slow. “I think about you,” he said quietly. “All the time.”
She stilled.
The words settled between them, soft and heavy.
“I’m tired,” he said, “of pretending there’s nothing between us. Because there is..”
She stared at him like she was trying to read the truth on his face. Whatever she found, it stopped her breath.
“Ye know full well, if ye kiss me…” she said, barely more than a whisper, “Everything. Changes. Ye know.”
He nodded. “I do.”
She looked away, blinking fast. “I’m not meant to belong here. Not in this place. Not in this life. I never had the sort of choice others get handed.”
“Then don’t stay,” he said, voice steadier now. “Just don’t go. Not yet. Please”
Silence stretched again. This one is softer. Sadder.
“This won’t end well for ye, ye’ll see.”she said, hands sliding up to his shoulders. “There’ll come a day when it’s plain to ye.”
“Maybe,” he murmured, leaning in until their foreheads touched. “But not today.”
And then something broke, he could not hold back anymore. His hand resting on her cheek. His thumb brushing her soft skin. Slowly without control, he was pulled to her. And he kissed her.
There was nothing rushed about it—just the kind of kiss that speaks when everything else falls short. She let out a soft sound against his lips, something between a sigh and a sob, and melted into him. Her fingers found the back of his neck, the edge of his cloak, clinging to whatever she could.
The kiss deepened—not hurried, but full of everything they hadn’t said. Grief. Hope. Longing. Fear.
Somehow they moved—he didn’t know who shifted first—but then her back was against the wall and he was holding onto her like she might disappear if he didn’t.
When they finally broke apart, she stayed close, lips brushing his, her breath unsteady.
“This won’t end well, I’m tellin’ ye.” she said. “I’ll be the one to break your heart, I’m afeared of that.”
He looked at her, really looked—at the fierce, proud girl who tried so hard to stay unshaken and untouchable. Her mist grey eyes, so soft.
“Then let me have the pieces,” he said.
She blinked, caught off guard. Her expression cracked just a little—enough for him to see what was beneath it. She touched his face, her thumb brushing gently along his cheek.
“Ye’re a bloody fool.” she whispered.
He smiled, soft and tired. “Only when it comes to you.”
And for now, that was enough.
✨ When the Sea Burned, the Sky Answered! - Chapter 1: Whispers of the Tide ✨
Julius once gave his heart to a young woman from the North. Their love was doomed from the start, torn apart by fate and a dragon took her away from his arms. But as the Clover Kingdom faces an unprecedented threat as creatures rising from the sea—her memory comes back. And all the old pain.
Kahono arrives battered and bloodied at the Black Bulls hideout, bringing grave news: the Sea Goddess is gone, and a terrifying army of monsters from the depths is coming toward the land. The kingdom’s fate hangs in the balance. And everybody must fight
Nozel and Vanessa, captured and imprisoned on a strange ship, face their own battle. Nozel wakes in a cage, his body weak, and Vanessa, the BlackBulls Wino lies beside him, vulnerable and unconscious. Despite their differences, Nozel’s protective instincts surge. They must escape. They must survive.
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❤️🔥 Fuegoleon x Esmeralda ❤️🔥
Fuegoleon closed the door to his office with a soft click, relishing the brief moment of solitude after the long, grueling Captains’ meeting. His head was full of strategies, reports, and the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on his shoulders. He moved toward his desk, already thinking about the pile of documents that awaited his attention. But as soon as he stepped into the room, he sensed her presence before he even saw her.
There, perched on the edge of his desk, sat Esmeralda, a vision of temptation draped in her flowing, colorful skirts that clung to her curves in all the right places. Her long, thick black hair tumbled over her shoulders like a dark river, and her skin, deep and rich like warm honey, glowed in the dim light of the fire flickering behind him. Her legs, long and impossibly slender, were crossed casually, swaying slightly as she hummed to herself.
Fuegoleon’s breath caught for a moment, his eyes narrowing with a mix of frustration and desire. She was trouble—trouble he couldn’t seem to resist, no matter how much he tried.
"Esmeralda," he said, the name slipping from his lips like a warning, though they both knew it lacked conviction.
Her emerald eyes sparkled as she turned her gaze to him, her lips curling into a slow, mischievous smile. "Hello Sweetie," she greeted, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I thought you’d never get here. All that boring captain talk—it's no wonder you're always so tense."
She stood slowly, her movements deliberate and graceful, like a cat stalking its prey. Her gaze roamed over him, unapologetically lingering on his chest, his shoulders, the stern line of his jaw. She was taking him in, and she didn’t care that he noticed. He could feel the heat radiating off her, that familiar fire she always sparked in him just by being near.
"I have work to do," he muttered, though even he knew the words were futile. He could already feel the tension melting, the strict discipline he usually carried with him crumbling in her presence.
Esmeralda’s lips parted in a playful laugh as she stepped closer, her hips swaying with each step. "Oh, Fuegoleon, always so serious," she teased, her voice dripping with sweet mockery. "Is that what you tell yourself? That work is more important than... this?" She stopped just centimeters away from him, her slender fingers reaching up to lightly trace the edge of his collar, her touch feather-light but enough to send a shiver down his spine.
"I’m not here to interfere with your duties," she continued, her fingers dancing down his chest, slow and deliberate. "But I couldn’t help thinking..." Her voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper now. "Maybe you need a little... distraction."
Her fingertips skimmed across the hard planes of his chest, igniting a heat beneath his skin that had nothing to do with his fire magic. Fuegoleon's muscles tensed beneath her touch, his resolve weakening by the second.
"Esmeralda," he began, his voice rough, but she silenced him with a look—a look filled with teasing, with promise, with desire. Her lips curved into a wicked smile.
"You’re so tense, Fuegoleon," she murmured, tilting her head to the side as if assessing him. "I think you’ve been working far too hard. Don’t you think you deserve a break?"
She pressed her body against his, her warmth seeping into him, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. Fuegoleon gritted his teeth, trying to maintain control, but Esmeralda’s hands were already moving, her palms flat against his chest now, fingers splayed as she traced the muscles beneath his uniform.
"Or maybe," she purred, her breath hot against his ear, "you’d rather I keep going?"
He swallowed hard, the fire inside him building, and it wasn’t just from her touch. The air between them crackled with tension. He knew he should stop her, that he needed to focus. But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to.
"Esmeralda..." His voice was softer now, rougher, betraying the desire that pulsed through him.
She smiled again, that sly, knowing smile, as if she could sense the battle raging inside him—and knew she had already won. She leaned in, her lips grazing the side of his neck, the contact so light it was almost torturous.
"See?" she whispered against his skin. "You don’t need to work. You need me."
Fuegoleon’s hands, which had been clenched at his sides in an attempt to hold on to the last vestiges of control, shot out and grasped her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her body melted into his, fitting perfectly, as though she were made to be in his arms.
"I need to work," he rasped, but his words were lost as Esmeralda tilted her head back and looked up at him through her dark lashes, her lips parted, her breathing quickened. She reached up, her fingers brushing through his hair, her touch gentle but firm.
"You need me more," she whispered, her voice sultry and low.
That was it. The last thread of his resolve snapped. Fuegoleon captured her mouth with his, his kiss hard and demanding, pouring every bit of pent-up frustration and desire into it. Esmeralda responded in the same hunger, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pressed herself against him, her kiss wild and untamed.
The heat between them surged, like flames licking at dry wood, spreading rapidly until it consumed them both. Fuegoleon’s hands moved up her back, his touch firm, desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She moaned softly against his lips, her body arching into his, her fingers digging into his skin as she pulled him closer, as if she could merge them into one.
He lifted her onto the desk, knocking papers and ink bottles to the floor in his haste, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything but the feel of her, the taste of her, the fire that blazed between them, hotter than anything he had ever known.
Esmeralda’s hands roamed over him, tugging at his shirt, her touch urgent, her body trembling with need. Fuegoleon growled low in his throat, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, tasting the warmth of her skin, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his touch.
Their breaths were ragged, their movements desperate, as if time had stopped and nothing else existed but the two of them, wrapped in each other’s heat, in each other’s desire.
Esmeralda’s nails grazed his skin, sending electric shivers through Fuegoleon’s body, her touch teasing, demanding. She arched beneath him, her breath coming in sharp, soft gasps, her emerald eyes dark with lust. He felt her fingers grip the fabric of his shirt, tugging it loose from his shoulders with a force that told him she was done with the teasing. The heat between them had reached a boiling point, and there was no going back.
Fuegoleon’s breath hitched as she leaned forward, her lips brushing the edge of his jaw, trailing down his neck, soft and hot, each kiss sending more fire pulsing through his veins. She was driving him mad—her scent, her touch, the way her body pressed against his with an urgency that matched his own.
"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her words laced with need. "I want you, Fuegoleon."
Her words were his undoing. Any lingering thought of control, of duty, vanished. His hands moved over her, his grip firm yet reverent, as if touching something he could never truly have. His fingers traced the line of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric. The cloth slid from her shoulder as if it, too, had been waiting for this moment to give way.
He kissed her again, fiercely, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both an apology and a promise. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands tugging impatiently at his clothes, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer.
Fuegoleon lifted her off the desk with ease, turning and pinning her against the wall. His hands slid up her thighs, the feel of her bare skin making him ache with desire. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, matching the erratic rhythm of his own, their bodies moving together as if they had done this a thousand times before. He couldn't get enough of her.
Esmeralda's head tilted back, her breath catching as Fuegoleon’s lips trailed down her neck, his kisses hot and searing. "You drive me mad," he murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse with want. He didn’t even know if he was speaking to her or himself.
She laughed, breathless, as her fingers tangled in his fiery red hair, pulling him closer. "Good," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "Now show me just how mad."
Fuegoleon growled low in his throat, his grip on her tightening as the tension between them reached a fever pitch. He couldn’t hold back anymore. The hunger, the need, was too much. His body was aflame, every millimeter of him alive with desire, with the heat that only she could stir in him. She was both his salvation and his torment.
Her dress slipped further down, pooling at her waist, exposing her skin to his touch. Fuegoleon’s breath came in ragged gasps as his hands roamed over her, feeling every curve, every place of her as if committing her to memory. Esmeralda gasped, her body arching against his touch, her hands gripping him tighter.
Their lips met again, fiercer this time, more desperate. Fuegoleon’s heart pounded as he lifted her higher, pressing her back into the wall. The tension between them snapped as they gave in completely, their bodies moving together in a frantic, heated rhythm.
The fire that blazed between them was consuming, overwhelming, like an inferno that neither of them could escape—or wanted to. Fuegoleon’s world narrowed to the feel of her, the sound of her voice, the taste of her skin. Esmeralda’s breath hitched as he moved against her, her nails digging into his shoulders, a soft moan escaping her lips as they lost themselves in each other.
For that moment, there was nothing else—no kingdom, no duty, no responsibilities. Just the heat, the fire, the two of them, wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in a passion that refused to be tamed.
When they finally slowed, their breathing heavy and ragged, Esmeralda’s head rested against his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. Fuegoleon’s hand slid gently up her back, his touch softer now, more tender, though the fire still smoldered beneath the surface.
She tilted her head up, her emerald eyes glowing with satisfaction, a smirk playing at her lips. "You never could resist me," she teased, her voice low and teasing.
Fuegoleon chuckled, his forehead resting against hers as he caught his breath. "You make it impossible," he admitted, his voice still rough from their passion.
Esmeralda smiled, a slow, satisfied smile as she nestled against him. "Good," she whispered, her fingers brushing lightly over his chest. "Because I’m not done with you yet."
Fuegoleon’s pulse quickened at her words, and he felt the heat begin to rise between them once more. He knew she was serious, and that the fire that burned between them was far from being extinguished. He pressed his lips to hers again, feeling her body respond instantly, reigniting the flames of desire that never truly went out.
For now, duty could wait.
Office surprise
❤️🔥 Fuegoleon x Esmeralda ❤️🔥
Fuegoleon closed the door to his office with a soft click, relishing the brief moment of solitude after the long, grueling Captains’ meeting. His head was full of strategies, reports, and the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on his shoulders. He moved toward his desk, already thinking about the pile of documents that awaited his attention. But as soon as he stepped into the room, he sensed her presence before he even saw her.
There, perched on the edge of his desk, sat Esmeralda, a vision of temptation draped in her flowing, colorful skirts that clung to her curves in all the right places. Her long, thick black hair tumbled over her shoulders like a dark river, and her skin, deep and rich like warm honey, glowed in the dim light of the fire flickering behind him. Her legs, long and impossibly slender, were crossed casually, swaying slightly as she hummed to herself.
Fuegoleon’s breath caught for a moment, his eyes narrowing with a mix of frustration and desire. She was trouble—trouble he couldn’t seem to resist, no matter how much he tried.
"Esmeralda," he said, the name slipping from his lips like a warning, though they both knew it lacked conviction.
Her emerald eyes sparkled as she turned her gaze to him, her lips curling into a slow, mischievous smile. "Hello Sweetie," she greeted, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I thought you’d never get here. All that boring captain talk—it's no wonder you're always so tense."
She stood slowly, her movements deliberate and graceful, like a cat stalking its prey. Her gaze roamed over him, unapologetically lingering on his chest, his shoulders, the stern line of his jaw. She was taking him in, and she didn’t care that he noticed. He could feel the heat radiating off her, that familiar fire she always sparked in him just by being near.
"I have work to do," he muttered, though even he knew the words were futile. He could already feel the tension melting, the strict discipline he usually carried with him crumbling in her presence.
Esmeralda’s lips parted in a playful laugh as she stepped closer, her hips swaying with each step. "Oh, Fuegoleon, always so serious," she teased, her voice dripping with sweet mockery. "Is that what you tell yourself? That work is more important than... this?" She stopped just centimeters away from him, her slender fingers reaching up to lightly trace the edge of his collar, her touch feather-light but enough to send a shiver down his spine.
"I’m not here to interfere with your duties," she continued, her fingers dancing down his chest, slow and deliberate. "But I couldn’t help thinking..." Her voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper now. "Maybe you need a little... distraction."
Her fingertips skimmed across the hard planes of his chest, igniting a heat beneath his skin that had nothing to do with his fire magic. Fuegoleon's muscles tensed beneath her touch, his resolve weakening by the second.
"Esmeralda," he began, his voice rough, but she silenced him with a look—a look filled with teasing, with promise, with desire. Her lips curved into a wicked smile.
"You’re so tense, Fuegoleon," she murmured, tilting her head to the side as if assessing him. "I think you’ve been working far too hard. Don’t you think you deserve a break?"
She pressed her body against his, her warmth seeping into him, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. Fuegoleon gritted his teeth, trying to maintain control, but Esmeralda’s hands were already moving, her palms flat against his chest now, fingers splayed as she traced the muscles beneath his uniform.
"Or maybe," she purred, her breath hot against his ear, "you’d rather I keep going?"
He swallowed hard, the fire inside him building, and it wasn’t just from her touch. The air between them crackled with tension. He knew he should stop her, that he needed to focus. But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to.
"Esmeralda..." His voice was softer now, rougher, betraying the desire that pulsed through him.
She smiled again, that sly, knowing smile, as if she could sense the battle raging inside him—and knew she had already won. She leaned in, her lips grazing the side of his neck, the contact so light it was almost torturous.
"See?" she whispered against his skin. "You don’t need to work. You need me."
Fuegoleon’s hands, which had been clenched at his sides in an attempt to hold on to the last vestiges of control, shot out and grasped her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her body melted into his, fitting perfectly, as though she were made to be in his arms.
"I need to work," he rasped, but his words were lost as Esmeralda tilted her head back and looked up at him through her dark lashes, her lips parted, her breathing quickened. She reached up, her fingers brushing through his hair, her touch gentle but firm.
"You need me more," she whispered, her voice sultry and low.
That was it. The last thread of his resolve snapped. Fuegoleon captured her mouth with his, his kiss hard and demanding, pouring every bit of pent-up frustration and desire into it. Esmeralda responded in the same hunger, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pressed herself against him, her kiss wild and untamed.
The heat between them surged, like flames licking at dry wood, spreading rapidly until it consumed them both. Fuegoleon’s hands moved up her back, his touch firm, desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She moaned softly against his lips, her body arching into his, her fingers digging into his skin as she pulled him closer, as if she could merge them into one.
He lifted her onto the desk, knocking papers and ink bottles to the floor in his haste, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything but the feel of her, the taste of her, the fire that blazed between them, hotter than anything he had ever known.
Esmeralda’s hands roamed over him, tugging at his shirt, her touch urgent, her body trembling with need. Fuegoleon growled low in his throat, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, tasting the warmth of her skin, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his touch.
Their breaths were ragged, their movements desperate, as if time had stopped and nothing else existed but the two of them, wrapped in each other’s heat, in each other’s desire.
Esmeralda’s nails grazed his skin, sending electric shivers through Fuegoleon’s body, her touch teasing, demanding. She arched beneath him, her breath coming in sharp, soft gasps, her emerald eyes dark with lust. He felt her fingers grip the fabric of his shirt, tugging it loose from his shoulders with a force that told him she was done with the teasing. The heat between them had reached a boiling point, and there was no going back.
Fuegoleon’s breath hitched as she leaned forward, her lips brushing the edge of his jaw, trailing down his neck, soft and hot, each kiss sending more fire pulsing through his veins. She was driving him mad—her scent, her touch, the way her body pressed against his with an urgency that matched his own.
"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her words laced with need. "I want you, Fuegoleon."
Her words were his undoing. Any lingering thought of control, of duty, vanished. His hands moved over her, his grip firm yet reverent, as if touching something he could never truly have. His fingers traced the line of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric. The cloth slid from her shoulder as if it, too, had been waiting for this moment to give way.
He kissed her again, fiercely, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both an apology and a promise. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands tugging impatiently at his clothes, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer.
Fuegoleon lifted her off the desk with ease, turning and pinning her against the wall. His hands slid up her thighs, the feel of her bare skin making him ache with desire. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, matching the erratic rhythm of his own, their bodies moving together as if they had done this a thousand times before. He couldn't get enough of her.
Esmeralda's head tilted back, her breath catching as Fuegoleon’s lips trailed down her neck, his kisses hot and searing. "You drive me mad," he murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse with want. He didn’t even know if he was speaking to her or himself.
She laughed, breathless, as her fingers tangled in his fiery red hair, pulling him closer. "Good," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "Now show me just how mad."
Fuegoleon growled low in his throat, his grip on her tightening as the tension between them reached a fever pitch. He couldn’t hold back anymore. The hunger, the need, was too much. His body was aflame, every millimeter of him alive with desire, with the heat that only she could stir in him. She was both his salvation and his torment.
Her dress slipped further down, pooling at her waist, exposing her skin to his touch. Fuegoleon’s breath came in ragged gasps as his hands roamed over her, feeling every curve, every place of her as if committing her to memory. Esmeralda gasped, her body arching against his touch, her hands gripping him tighter.
Their lips met again, fiercer this time, more desperate. Fuegoleon’s heart pounded as he lifted her higher, pressing her back into the wall. The tension between them snapped as they gave in completely, their bodies moving together in a frantic, heated rhythm.
The fire that blazed between them was consuming, overwhelming, like an inferno that neither of them could escape—or wanted to. Fuegoleon’s world narrowed to the feel of her, the sound of her voice, the taste of her skin. Esmeralda’s breath hitched as he moved against her, her nails digging into his shoulders, a soft moan escaping her lips as they lost themselves in each other.
For that moment, there was nothing else—no kingdom, no duty, no responsibilities. Just the heat, the fire, the two of them, wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in a passion that refused to be tamed.
When they finally slowed, their breathing heavy and ragged, Esmeralda’s head rested against his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. Fuegoleon’s hand slid gently up her back, his touch softer now, more tender, though the fire still smoldered beneath the surface.
She tilted her head up, her emerald eyes glowing with satisfaction, a smirk playing at her lips. "You never could resist me," she teased, her voice low and teasing.
Fuegoleon chuckled, his forehead resting against hers as he caught his breath. "You make it impossible," he admitted, his voice still rough from their passion.
Esmeralda smiled, a slow, satisfied smile as she nestled against him. "Good," she whispered, her fingers brushing lightly over his chest. "Because I’m not done with you yet."
Fuegoleon’s pulse quickened at her words, and he felt the heat begin to rise between them once more. He knew she was serious, and that the fire that burned between them was far from being extinguished. He pressed his lips to hers again, feeling her body respond instantly, reigniting the flames of desire that never truly went out.
For now, duty could wait.
the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating
@hybridanafrost "So I thought about" "What if" "Imagine this"
Are you talking about my love language? 😂
@faewraithsworld @kotos-lotos @chaptersonetoinfinity @vilandel @purpled-royalty @artistic-endchamber @sketchist-art @mamavino and more have bore witness to it.
(done with this picrew... hope I did it good)
I was a bit in a romantic fluff Fuegoleon phase today and did some picrew about my Fuegoleon OC ships and the other ones I know here 💘💘💘 (if there are some more Fuegoleon OC ships, I would be happy to know them as well)
The gorgeous blonde is Solara Equinox and belongs to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare The sensual black-haired is Esmeralda and belongs to @mamavino The pretty purple-haired is Lital Lys and is my OC
Thank you so much for making this @vilandel ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
(done with this picrew)
"Come on, honey. It's your day off, you don't need to work or to even worry about anything."
Not only was Vanessa not wrong, but even so, it was already difficult to protest when she was nuzzling his cheek and undone his braid already.
Not so long ago, Nozel would have fought the urge of this cosy happiness and go to work still, despite his day off. He would have let his guilt tell him that he didn't deserve such bliss and let his arrogance deny it with such a cold that it would've hurt the people he loved and add more to his guilt.
But today...
"What about the children?"
One of the rare reasons today that could push him out of this cosiness and rest. The twins he got with Vanessa.
Having Nymphea and Valentina put him into such a joy he didn't know he was still able to feel. But like so often, Vanessa proved him wrong and had smiled at him when she presented their newborn twins on the last Valentine's Day.
"The girls are still sleeping and since I fed them well yesterday, I think we have still two or three hours alone together."
"That doesn't sound bad."
"In your language, honey, this means that it's a wonderful idea."
She knew him so well...
Nozel sighed, relaxing completely and embracing this blissful happiness. He wasn't that cold, arrogant, guilt-guided asshole from a few years anymore. Today, he was happy.
A feeling that got confirmed when Vanessa put her lips on his.
Fuegoleon & Esmeralda flashback
The grand halls of the nobleman’s mansion were eerily quiet as Fuegoleon Vermillion, 18 years old and already rising in rank, strode confidently through them. His purple eyes were sharp, and his every step echoed with authority. He had been sent to this noble’s estate with one purpose: to bring him to justice for exploiting the village’s people through outrageous taxes. The townspeople were suffering, and Fuegoleon would see to it that justice was served.
The noble, Lord Galfrey, had a notorious reputation. A man of great wealth, but that let gluttony and greed rule his life. He was heavyset, with a bulbous belly that strained his fine silk robes, and his face was flushed from years of indulgence. His jowls quivered as he spoke, always sneering down at those he considered beneath him.
Fuegoleon approached the large oak doors of the noble’s office. He steeled himself for the confrontation, but as he opened the door, the sight that greeted him froze him in place.
Lord Galfrey had a woman pinned against the wall. She struggled beneath his weight, her face twisted in fear. The moment her eyes met Fuegoleon’s, they widened in recognition, and he felt a jolt of surprise.
Esmeralda.
She was a con artist, notorious in her own right, someone who always seemed to slip away at the last moment. She had crossed Fuegoleon’s path more than once, always with a sly smile and flirtatious charm. Her honey-dark skin glistened with sweat under the dim light of the office, her black hair falling messily around her shoulders, and her emerald green eyes were filled with terror — an expression he had never seen from her before.
For a brief moment, their shared history flashed in his mind, but Fuegoleon remained composed. He couldn’t acknowledge her now, not with Lord Galfrey watching.
“A young Vermillion,” Lord Galfrey sneered, his voice dripping with false authority. “I’m glad you’re here. I demand that you arrest this woman. She’s a thief, a con artist, and has been trying to swindle me out of my wealth.”
Fuegoleon’s eyes flickered between the noble and Esmeralda. She trembled under Galfrey’s grasp, a look of desperation in her eyes that silently pleaded for help. Fuegoleon's jaw clenched, but he kept his tone steady.
“I am here to arrest you, Lord Galfrey,” Fuegoleon said, his voice low and authoritative. “For extorting the people of the village. Step away from her.”
Lord Galfrey’s sneer deepened. “You think you can come into my home and dictate what happens here? This wench is nothing but a criminal, and you’re wasting your time with these peasants' complaints.”
Fuegoleon’s blood boiled, but he held firm. “Release her, or I’ll make you.”
Galfrey laughed, his fat hand still pressing Esmeralda to the wall. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Fuegoleon didn’t wait. In one swift motion, his hand ignited with flames, and he sent a searing blast towards the noble’s arm, forcing him to release Esmeralda with a pained yell. She stumbled, catching her breath, her eyes never leaving Fuegoleon as she backed away from the wall.
Fuegoleon stepped forward, his fiery aura intensifying. “You’re under arrest, Lord Galfrey,” he said coldly, his patience wearing thin.
Just then, his teammates burst into the room, having heard the commotion. They quickly arrested the noble, who cursed and struggled as they bound him with magic restraints. Fuegoleon watched silently as Lord Galfrey was dragged out of the room, his cries fading down the hallway.
Once the doors closed and the mansion was silent again, Fuegoleon turned to Esmeralda. She leaned against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, her fear slowly giving way to that familiar playful glint in her emerald eyes.
“You saved me,” she said softly, her voice lilting. “I didn't think you cared.” She took a step closer, her hand brushing lightly against Fuegoleon’s chest. “Thank you, sweetie ”
He stiffened, trying to maintain his composure. “I only did what was right,” he said, his voice stern, though he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as her fingers traced small circles on his chest.
Esmeralda smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You know, you’re always so serious. Maybe you should loosen up a bit.” She stepped even closer, her hand sliding up to his shoulder, and before he could react, she was pressing against him, her lips close to his ear. “You can pretend you don’t know me, but we both know you don’t feel that cold.”
Fuegoleon swallowed hard, trying to fight the warmth spreading through him, but it was impossible to ignore the way her touch sent a spark through his skin. He grabbed her wrist gently, pulling her hand away from his chest, but the gesture was softer than he intended.
“You should leave,” he said quietly, his voice betraying the tension he was trying to suppress.
Esmeralda grinned, leaning back but not breaking eye contact. “I’ll leave... but I’ll be seeing you again, handsome lion. You can count on that.” With a wink, she turned and disappeared through the side door, her footsteps light and confident.
Fuegoleon stood there, his heart pounding, the heat from the brief encounter lingering long after she was gone. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push the thoughts of Esmeralda aside.
But he knew, deep down, she’d always find a way to get under his skin.
doodles again
war is over, but you and i aren’t.
A short Fragil/Zora oneshot
On AO3 <3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62053198
