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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫?!

𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 - 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 ‘𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶’ 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.

[𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙭 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

“Don’t you dare make a single sound.” Severus hisses while he has you pushed up against a shelf of books.

He wraps a hand around your throat to keep you pinned and lets the other stray downwards until it reaches the end of your skirt. You squirm as his hand trails over your thighs, leaving behind a bed of goosebumps.

“S-Severus.” You said his name like a prayer and you sounded heavenly, but it was too loud for his taste.

His hand is quick and sharp when he pulls it back, only to harshly slap it against your panty-covered pussy, “I said be quiet.” He demands again as you whimper.

You bite down on your bottom lip as his palm and fingers rub slowly over your covered clit, but it doesn’t stop you from squirming further, making him tighten his grasp around your neck.

“Don’t piss me off more than your brother already has. I have no problem using you to get Potter off my back.”

You weren’t sure what hurt more, his grudge against you because of who you’re related to, or the fact that he really was only using you to get back at your brother; but then his finger grazes over your clit in a certain way and you forget everything he said.

The hurt that crosses your face didn’t go unnoticed by the slytherin, but he pushes aside the guilt by inserting his hand into your panties. You gasp as his fingers touch your bare cunt, reaching towards your wet opening to gather your slick up to your clit.

“P-please I-”

You don’t know what you're pleading for, but you stop when suddenly he pulls his hand away and your body is being turned around to face the book shelf. A hand swats you your covered bottom, but he ignores your cry and instead lifts your skirt to drag both of his hands over your panty-clad rear.

“You just can’t listen, can you? I guess it runs in the family.”

He pulls your panties down to your ankles and you writhe from the cold air rushing against your slicked pussy, but you freeze when Severus drops to his knees. His hands knead your ass cheeks before he pulls them apart to inspect both of your openings. Your cute little butthole puckers from the sudden intrusion of privacy and your gaping hole, leaking of your sweet juices, pulses wildly; begging to be tasted. To be filled.

He can barely stop himself before he buries his face between your thighs. You sob as his cunning tongue prods your puckered opening first. He spreads your cheeks as far apart as he can to give his tongue more room to explore, allowing the tip to swirl around your rim. He moans gratefully as your tightest hole slowly opens up for him to ravish, but he pulls away. You needed time and to be better prepared to take his cock in your ass; time wasn’t something neither of you had right now.

“Gonna fuck this hole the next time I get my hands you.” He murmurs, but you hear him clearly and his words make you wiggle your bum in anticipation.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You like the thought of me fucking your cute ass? Who would have thought the youngest Potter was such a whore?”

Your only reply is another whimper, but he doesn't need to hear your words, your reactions are more than enough to understand. Your hands grip the shelf tightly, trying to steady your shaking body, but it’s useless when you feel his tongue digging into your other hole.

“S-sev!”

Thankfully he’s too busy to notice or care for your little nickname slip-up and groans when he fully enters his tongue inside your opening, finally able to taste you like he’s wanted to since the first time he had inappropriate thoughts about you. Your sweetness and bitterness blended so well together, making him gather as much as he could on his taste buds, but as much as he wanted to taste you more forever; he knew your clit was begging for attention.

He pulls your body further away from the shelf, only to bend you over completely, spreading your legs further apart. You have no time to react before his lips suck in your nub with so much force that it makes you jump, causing the shelf to shake.

“Holy sh-”

You’re cut off when he releases your clit and begins dragging his tongue across it, switching from pattern to pattern. It was embarrassing how close you were already, but the pressure building up in your lower tummy was too good to forget. Reaching behind you, you grab a hand full of his hair and hold him right where you want him.

“Severus, I’m cumming!” You whisper as quietly as you can, but it’s no use.

You’re cumming hard and holding in any noises is impossible.

You hold him closer and tighter, practically grinding his face into your pussy, drowning him in your essence. He doesn’t seem to mind though, for he only grabs your hips and pulls you closer to his mouth until you're fully spent. After you’ve heaved one final breath, he places a single kiss to your clit before standing up. He rises you up from bending over, only to shove you face-first into the shelf again.

“I think you're ready for my cock. Don’t you agree?”

You nod your head violently, making him chuckle.

“Good girl.”

He reaches down to undo his pants and pull out his cock; and before you can say or do anything, he’s inside of you and thrusting. He wraps his arms around you, undoing some of the buttons of your shirt to shove your bra down. His hands squeeze and twist your nipples while he hides his face in your neck.

Tilting your head, he’s lavishing your skin with wet kisses and nips.

“Merlin, look at you.” He rants, “Taking my cock so well. I wonder what Potter would think? His own little sister getting fucked where everyone can see.” He grunts when your cunt squeezes his shaft, “But you like it, don’t you? You like me fucking you right here, where anyone could catch us?”

You start muttering incoherent sentences and it riles him up even more. His thrusts speed up and can feel the burning sensation in your lower belly again. You clench around him tightly, making him growl.

“So fucking good, you feel so fucking good!” He blubbers as he feels his own pleasure coming to the edge.

You weep as he hits so deep inside of you, making your brain go foggy. It’s coming, you can feel it and you hope he does too, because before you can warn him, you're cumming around him. Your spasms spur on his own release and he over-fills you with his seed, making some of it slip out and run down your thighs. You both try to catch your breaths, but Severus can’t stop himself from holding you closer.

As you continuously wail for him during the after-shocks, he whispers sweetly in your ears.

“You did so well, love. Such a good girl for me.”

His endearments make you keen until a few voices gasp. You and Severus quickly turn your heads to the sources of the sounds. Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach while Severus smirks and holds you tightly.

There stands your brother and his friends, all frozen and wide eyed at the sight in front of them. You pull your shirt around your chest, but the rest of your body stays still.

“Can’t you see we’re busy Potter?” Severus spits out, but he’s too amused to be angry.

James only looks at you in shock before uttering your name.

“Y-Yn. But- You-” He stutters.

You sadly look back at Severus, expecting to see him looking at Potter in victory, but he’s not. He’s looking at you, with the most sincere smile, like you're something he’s wanted all his life (which is true).

Butterflies flutter around in your stomach and you’re too happy to care about what your brother thinks as you stare at the young man you've liked since you first saw him.

James would get over it.

Eventually.

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Loving you is a losing game

Marc Spector x fem! reader (Steven and Jake are mentioned briefly)

Summary: Marc meeting you was one of the best things to have happen to him. However, the demons of his past make him feel otherwise. You help him see that the love you share is one that should be fought for.

A/N: This is what I thought while listening to the song Arcade by Duncan Laurence. Of course with a happier twist.

A/N 2: Purely for entertainment purposes, so please don’t come after me. As I said, I'm still getting used to writing pieces like this.

Marc Spector’s life has never been easy. From the trauma of his young brother’s death to everything he’s during his time as Khonshu’s avatar, he’s felt like a ticking time bomb. Though he’s tried to use his time as Moon Knight to right his wrongs, it never feels like it’s enough.

When he meets you, he begins to see that there is more to life than vengeance. Marc begins to let himself enjoy your presence when he and you hit it off at the gym.

You weren’t a gym rat by any means but you had started a membership in the hopes of getting in shape and learning self-defense by using their punching bag. Seeing you hit the bag by yourself catches his attention and he begins to give you some pointers on how to improve your stance. Over time, this leads to you becoming sparring partners and eventually exchanging phone numbers. Although,this leads to you all regularly hanging out outside your sparring hours.

The day he asked you out was a shock for him because not only did he actually let himself be brave enough to ask the question but you eagerly accepted his invitation. It’s even more surprising to find out that one date led to another. Then another until you both have officially unofficially started dating.

Despite everything going well, he knew that there were things he needed to tell you. About his DID. His past. Being the avatar to an Egyptian deity in exchange to right the wrongs from his ugly past.

This then leads him to begin feeling self conscious about himself. His inner dialogue begins to consist of questions such as: What if he didn’t deserve this chance at happiness? What if she thinks I’m crazy or thinks I’m making this up?

Marc then begins to hear his mother’s voice. Telling him that he is unworthy of receiving love and will only continue to destroy all the lives that he surrounds himself with. Steven and Jake try to snap him out of this but Marc is paralyzed. At this moment, Marc only thinks one thing.

“I have to break up with her before I hurt her”, Marc thought.

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“Marc, this isn’t funny. Stop joking, you say.

“I’m not joking. I think we should break up,” said Marc.

“But why, Marc? Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course, you didn’t. You’ve been the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“Then why are you doing this?” You take your hand in his, looking at him sadly. “Please, tell me why you’re acting as if I’m a disease.”

“Imthedisease.” He says as if he’s trying to rip off a bandage.

“What, baby?”

“I said, I'm the disease. I seep into innocent lives and destroy them.” He looks at you tearfully.

“Marc, that’s silly. What are you talking about?”

Marc then begins to explain everything. From the death of his younger brother to the lives he took during his time as a mercenary. He also makes sure to mention that he is the vigilante, Moon Knight, and has two other individuals living within his head. He concludes all of this by saying, “Loving me is a losing game.”

Once he’s done explaining all of this, Marc is waiting to see your reaction to all this. Will you call him crazy? Run away from him? Scream?

Instead, you take his hands in your own.

“Loving you isn’t a losing game, Marc,” you tell him. I love you and long as we have each other, we can face whatever life throws at us.”

At this, Marc pulls you into a big hug. He lets himself break down because he knows that you’re here to stay and love him. For his strengths and weaknesses, through good and bad times. He knows you will be there for him.

As you two are still embracing, he starts to believe that he is worth loving after all.

Inner Healing

Marc Spector x fem! reader (Steven and Jake are mentioned briefly)

Summary: In the heat of a moment, Marc raises his voice at you. This leads you to get hurt but not for the reason that Marc is thinking.

Warning(s): angst that ends in fluff/comfort.

Marc had a stressful day. Between arguments with Khonshu and the back and forth conversations of his two headmates, he feels as if he’s barely hanging on by a thread.

Currently, the two of you are having dinner together. You’re telling him a story about something that happened to you at work during a zoom meeting. Although, you start to take note of Marc’s zoned out expression on his face. Something that happens when he has a lot on his mind.

Taking this into account, you decide to bring up your concerns to him.

“Marc, are you okay? You haven’t been talking much tonight.”

He nods.

“Are you sure?” You try reassuring him, taking his hand in yours. “I'm here for you, you know?

Your voice starts to get lost with the other voices in his head. Though he’s trying to hold it together, he can no longer keep it in.

“I said I’m fine!!! Now stop nagging and leave me alone!!!”

As soon as he sees that shocked look on your face, regret is instantaneous. As he is about to open his mouth to try to apologize, your reaction is what catches him off guard.

Rather than yell back at him, you nod and take you hand away from his own. “Okay.”

The rest of dinner is eaten in silence as he sees you keep your focus on your plate rather than look him in the eyes.

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As Marc lays in bed, he begins to wonder about the events that happened tonight.

Why did I have to yell at her? She was only trying to help and I made her feel terrible.

“That's what I’m wondering”, responds Steven.

Jake murmurs “Tu es un idiota” as well as a few other phrases that Marc cannot fully understand but gets the gist of what is being emphasized. That he was a jerk to the woman who loves him so much, despite his faults.

As Steven and Jake go on with their reprimanding, Marc is trying to figure out what the next step is. Though he knows he needs to apologize, he isn’t sure how to when the woman he loves won’t even acknowledge him.

Just then, Marc sees you walk into your shared bedroom. Though he’s initially happy to see you, he is shocked to see you grab a pillow and blanket and decides to break the silence between you.

“What are you doing”?

“I’m getting ready for bed.” You say without looking at him.

“Away from me?”

“I figured…after what happened tonight, you want space.”

“Babe, please…”

“It’s fine, you don’t need to explain. I’m sorry…”

“I’m the one that should be apologizing. I yelled at you when you were only trying to help.”

“But you wouldn’t have yelled if you weren’t upset with me.”

“Babe, where is this coming from?”

Though you are reluctant, you decide to bring up your thoughts.

“Growing up, my dad used to yell when he got angry. Sometimes even yelling at me for no reason. Though his feelings were never truly directed at me, I couldn’t help but feel that I had something to do with it. Therefore, I figured that if you yelled at me, it must mean I made you…”

Despite being unable to finish, Marc brought you in for a hug. He now understands. You were upset because you thought you were the cause for his anger. But that could be further from the truth.

It was actually you that made him happy. Something that, since Randall's death, he had not felt. He felt whole again because of you.

Yes, despite how absurd it was for him to say it, you were able to give the impression that the man with DID wasn't broken. For they all loved you back just as much as you loved them all. So that he knows how much you mean to him, even if he has to spend the rest of the night cuddling with you and whispering sweet nothings, he will. Because it is what he intends to do for the remainder of your lives together, as well as tonight.

Enough

Hunt Athalar x female reader.

Summary: You and Hunt have been dating for a while now. Despite how much you have grown to love him, you refrain from saying anything in fear that he is still in love with Shahar. You realize that this is far from the truth.

A/N: This is a bit of an alternative universe with the reader in Bryce’s place (love Bryce though, so please no attacking me 😂). There’s references to parts of the first and second book. Haven’t read the third book, so please no spoilers. Other than that, hope anyone reading this enjoys it.

“She’s nothing like Shahar.”

Before you could hear more, you quickly walk away from where Hunt stands before he can see you and walk out of the 33rd Legion.

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Hunt told you about Shahar.

About how much he loved her. How her death impacted him so much that he hadn’t had a serious relationship in centuries.

Though you were happy that he had trusted you enough to share that with you, you couldn’t help but feel as if you’d never compare to her for she was everything that you weren’t. Strong, brave, beautiful. But more importantly, an angel just like him.

You and Hunt met when he was assigned to guard you after some powerful individuals were out to get you in the hopes of using your power to gain information as you were a dream walker. A rare gift in Lunathion. Yet, it somehow existed in your family line. On your mother’s side to be exact. The last known person exemplifying this ability was your grandmother.

Despite Hunt being a bit standoffish initially, you both eventually grew close to one another as he was staying in your apartment until the bad guys were caught. Anyone with eyes could see the connection between the two of you as you did things together that couples would do. From going eating takeout together to a watching movies together.

However, things changed between the two of you when he came back to your house all beaten and bruised after a night of being sent on a mission to take care of some people. After helping him get cleaned up, you brought him to your room and cuddled. This eventually resulted in him falling asleep in your lap as you raked your fingers through his dark shoulder length hair.

It was at that moment you saw a tormented male trying to survive the horrors of his past. From that day on, you two became a couple. Though, it had to stay low profile until the baddies were caught. Once they were, you and Hunt continued to living together.

You had truly believed that everything between the two of you was going well until you heard that sentence.

You had know idea what hurt more, hearing those words come from Hunt’s mouth or the fact that he was telling his friends and colleagues this.

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After dinner, you and Hunt are sitting on the living room couch, watching a movie together. The space between you two is evident.

Since Hunt got home from work, the interactions you’ve had with him brief. Though you try to ignore the words you heard earlier that day, they find way into your mind again.

She’s nothing like Shahar.

You must have been silent for a while because Hunt had turned off the tv and turned, looking straight at you.

“Babe… what’s wrong? You’ve only spoken a few words since I have come home and you’re not cuddling me like usual. Also, we didn’t have lunch together like we usually do every Friday. Is something wrong?”

Instantly, you shake your head.

“Come on (y/n), I know that isn’t true. Please, whatever it is, tell me and we can fix it together.”

Together?

You’d almost fall for his sweet words if you hadn’t heard what he said to Isaiah and Naomi earlier.

“I had gone to your work today to have lunch together when I heard what you said to Isaiah and Naomi.”

The angel’s smile is there only for a few seconds longer as if realizing what you were referring to.

“Baby…what you thought you heard this afternoon, isn’t what you think it is.” He stops to take a breath before continuing. “When you heard me saying that you are nothing like Shahar, I meant it.”

You wince before looking down to hide your tears.

“You are better than Shahar.” The angel pauses before continuing. “Looking back on the time I had with Shahar, I thought I loved her when in actually it was infatuation. From the time you and I have had together, I realized that the the moments I shared with her were ploys for her to gain my affection so that I can play a part in her rebellion all those years ago. Everyone in 33rd can see that.”

Hunt can tell you still look gets onto his knees and hugs you, holding onto your waist.

“I love you so much and I don’t want to taint you. You are literally the epitome of light and goodness while I’m darkness and corruption”, the angel in front of you says tearfully.

You are shocked by those words. He said those three little words that held such impact.

It doesn’t take long for you to take the angel’s chin into your left hand, looking into his dark, tear stained eyes. A contrast from his usual brooding stare.

“The man I love is more than that. An evil man wouldn’t feel guilt or remorse for what he has done. You do. You wipe his tears with your thumbs, kissing where the tear stains for. “Also, you were in a position where you had no choice”, your mind thinking back to the late Sandriel and Micah.

You then get to your knees to be leveled with Hunt, letting your fingers travel through his dark hair as a way to ground him. Though not as long as it used to be, you can’t help touching the remainder of his dark tresses.

Hunt then lets his hands gently touch your cheeks for a few seconds before bringing your face near to his own.

“I’m so lucky to have you as my love and mate.”

“Mate?” you look at him shockingly.

Realizing what he said, Hunt tries to explain.

“Yes, mate. I understand if it’s too soon for you to say but I want you to know that you are my mate… When I’m around you, I feel this need to protect you as well as want to be a better male.”

You smile at him. “I feel it too. Though, I was afraid to say something in fear that it wasn’t reciprocated.”

The two of you then lean into share a passionate kiss, whispering your love and commitment to one another for all eternity.

Witches Brew

Hunt Athalar x female witch reader

Summary: Hunt has been at wits end trying to get Shahar to notice him. When his efforts don’t work, he seeks out a witch in hopes of finding a way to win her over. Never did he think that you would be the key to what he was missing in life.

A/N: This story is based off the lyrics from Witches Brew by David Casper. Always looked forward to hearing this song during and at the end of Halloweentown. Hope I did the song justice with this fic.

Hunt crept out of bed. For he had a goal in mind.

To win over the love of his life, Shahar.

Since joining her ranks, he’s been trying anything and everything he could think off to try getting to talk to her outside of the battlefield. Though, she pays little attention to him unless she needs something from him.

Therefore, he decided to seek the help of a witch to help him.

So here he was in the dark waiting for the witch. Hunt could only hope that she would take what he had in exchange for some help.

As his mind delves more into thought, Hunt feels a presence behind him. He turns around and looks down to see a figure in a cloak of black.

Though the sight beneath the cloak caught his breath. For it revealed a face that made a chill run down Hunt’s spine

Your beauty hypnotized him. Though, what stood out about you the most, was the gentle smile you wore. Not one that he often associated with powerful witches.

You then smile and take his hand, leading him into your lair.

The lair was not what he expected. Instead of it being creepy, it has more cozy vibes that gave off warmth. The warmth that was within you he assumed.

You then walk up to the cauldron and begins stirring up in the concoction.

You then look up at Hunt and says these words.

“All I need is eye of newt, wing of bat, a long black whisker from a big black cat, spider legs and wolf hound fur, poison ivy and a hemlock root.”

Hunt looks at the beautiful witch surprised. “Really? For a love potion?”

You shake your head at him. “I’m kidding. I’m not giving you a love spell. Though, here is some tea. ”

Hunt looks at you in confusion before taking the cup of tea. “Why? I’m willing to pay you whatever you charge.”

He takes a sip of the tea and is amazed by the taste. It was mint tea with a hint of sugar and lemon.

You smile at him. “I only wanna help you, dear. You want somebody and you wish she wanted you. Though this way isn’t the way. Love potions are temporary. They dont inflict real feelings like everyone believes.”

The male frowns. Seeing him this way makes you sad. Therefore, you get an idea.

“I've got the perfect cure. Just take my advice and she’ll fall in love with you for sure.”

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For the next few weeks, you and Hunt spend time together as you help him work on his romance skills to charm and win Shahar.

Within that time, you and Hunt have gotten to know each other to the point that you two have developed a close bond. In fact, you started to feel yourself falling for him.

Though, you refuse to say anything as he has feelings for another. Plus, you don’t want the relationship you have with him to become awkward. So you keep these feelings to yourself. Besides, you’re happy just being his friend and are willing to help him achieve happiness in anyway possible.

Even if that happiness doesn’t include you.

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Hunt is waiting for her in the park, a few minutes after dark.

He’s hoping that she got his message.

It isn’t before long until his thoughts are answered as he sees you smile and wave at him before walking up to him.

“Hunt, how did your meet up with Shahar go?”

Hunt smiles at you. “I didn’t meet with her.”

You smile instantly turns into a frown. “Hunt, I’m so sorry. I…”

The tall, gray winged angel puts a finger to your lips. “You are what I have I been missing, (y/n).”He then moves a piece of hair behind your ear. “Here I was pining for a woman that didn’t care for me when the woman of my dreams was in front of me all along.”

The two of you closed their eyes and shared the first of many kisses that you’d both share with each other.

HALLOWEENTOWN

Marc Spector x female reader

A/N: As I mentioned in the previous story I posted, I love the Halloweentown Series. Therefore, I wanted to implement it with a moon knight story the way I did with Crescent City’s Hunt Athalar.

Despite Marc not being big on Halloween, you begged him to have a Halloween movie marathon with him in honor of the American holiday aimed at scaring people as well as having them buy big bags of candy. With reluctance, he agrees. As he hopes that watching a few scary movies will cause you to want to get scared and cuddle with him since you hate scary movies.

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Boy was he wrong.

“Come on, Marc”, you say pleadingly. “You said you’d have a movie marathon with me.”

Marc grumbles. “That was before I knew we’d be watching kiddy movies.”

You pout. “Hey. The Halloweentown series is not kiddy.”

Marc chuckles at your pout. Not laughing at you but more giggling at you attempting to look serious, yet failing miserably at it. “Is too.”

Seeing that he’s still not convinced, you decide to come in with your greatest weapon. Your puppy eyes. You don’t use this often but when you do, Marc cannot resist you.

You give him puppy eyes. “Please, Marc? I promise, only one Halloweentown movie and you won’t have to watching anymore after that.”

It doesn’t take Marc long to eventually agree to your Halloweentown movie marathon.

Though it may not be scary movies that result in you getting scared and cuddling him, Marc knows that he will still be having a great time with you. As anytime with you is time well spent in his book.

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“What? Kalabar had a son? I didn’t see that coming”, Marc exclaims flabbergasted as he munches on popcorn.

You nod, smiling at the fact that Marc had gotten invested in this series. In fact, when you tried telling him that you could change the movie to a horror movie of his choosing, he declined saying that you might as well start the second movie.

By the end of the finishing the fourth movie in the series, you and Marc are cuddling and eating candy with each other as you talk about how the first and second Halloweentown movies don’t compare to the third or fourth ones.

Perhaps the thing you loved most about this was that for tonight, Marc enjoyed himself with things that some might consider childish. For it has been so long since he was one.

Sleepless Nights

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem! reader

Summary: As you and Leto are about to engage in a romantic moment together, you both are interrupted by a little lady that has you both wrapped around her finger. Your own daughter.

A/N: This takes place a few years following the events from Lizards and Pumpkins. Although, this can be read as a stand alone story. Hope you all enjoy.

You and Leto were in the middle of a heated kissing session.

The two of you have been busy with various responsibilities as duke and duchess on top of being parents that there has been little time for you to be intimate with each other. Also, it doesn’t help the matter that you are pregnant. Therefore, more horny than usual.

When he is about to untie the front laces of your nightgown, you both hear a light knock on the door.

Leto pulls away from you grunting. “Let’s pretend we are sleeping.”

You giggle. “What if it’s important? Come on we’ll just have to wait until another time.” You peck his lips one more time to convince him.

Knowing that your word is final, Leto takes his hands off of you and begins to button up his own shirt to look presentable for whomever was interrupting them.

“Yes?”, Leto replied.

The door opens though you see no one until the both of you look down to see Aurora, yours and Leto’s three year old daughter in her green footie pajamas and stuffed bunny in her grasp as she climbs her way onto their bed.

Once Aurora finally gets onto the bed, she makes way to sit between the two of you.

Leto looks at the little girl. “What’s wrong, Aurora? Did you have a nightmare?”

The little girl nods before nuzzling into your pregnant belly. Just like her father, Aurora likes to touch your belly as if to comfort the baby that is within you. Both father and daughter have said that they think this little one inside of her will be a another little girl.

You remember the first time you found out you were expecting. Though Leto had told you that he’d be happy with whatever gender the baby turned out to be, just as long as they were happy and healthy, a part of you still thought that he’d secretly want to have a son.

However, the moment you saw the way he looked at your daughter as the medics handed her to him told you everything he told you was true. And since then, it’s been wonderful to see him interact with your daughter. Your husband was simply meant to be a father to daughters.

You wrap an arm around your little girl. “Perhaps she can sleep with us tonight, my love.”

Leto agrees instantly and pulls the sheets over the three of them. Noticing that Aurora has yet to speak about the nightmare she had, Leto decides to tell his daughter a story to help ease her mind and get her to sleep. The story of how you two fell in met and fell in love.

In no time, the little girl is asleep with her bunny tight in her grasp. You and Leto are left to bask in each other’s love as neither can believe that they have had these last few years of love and happiness together. Hoping that there will be more to come as your family continues to grow.