By the time MC reclaim their throne how would the ROs react if they found the looking perplexed at their throne and if they ask them what wrong MC tell them that their something missing in throne and ask the ROs to sit on to it so they could get a better picture and when they do MC immediately sat on their lap and tells them that their the missing piece 
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Mari
Their hands fall down to grip your hips the second you sit upon their lap, pulling you close until you’re flattened against them chest to chest.
Their breath tickles your skin as they kiss up the column of your throat, enjoying the way your breath hitches.
“I always fancied getting myself a throne,” They practically purr, “I suppose being yours works just as well.”
Your hips buck as their hand moves lower, their mouth is on yours, and then you’re lost. Their tongue has always been tricky, and now it is more so than ever.
“Mari…” You whimper, “Mari-!”
“Say my name again. Scream it.” The whisper, greedy and consuming as they pull back to look at you, “Go on, I want to hear your song, little lark.”
Eli
They raise an eyebrow, eyes dark, “Is that grand door over there locked?”
“No,” Your voice is breathy as they lean forward and pull you closer, trailing a finger along your jaw.
“Good.” They say simply, a hand gripping your hair just enough to string and pulling your head back.
Eli has always been good at putting on the perfect, noble facade for those looking in. You know better, as their hands trail up and down your sides and their teeth leave marks that you’re sure will bruise.
“Eli, please.” You groan, pressing your forehead against the sweat slick skin on their shoulder.
“Come on now, sweetling.” They tease gently with a smile, “We have all night. What a way to anoint your throne, hm?”
Finn
Their cheeks flush with dark color, barely noticeable against the dark of their skin. Eyes flutter open and closed with their nerves, their gaze meeting yours with hesitance.
“I shouldn’t be-“ They begin, but you quiet them with a kiss.
“You should be wherever I want you.” You correct, “And right now, I want you here.”
The swallow hard, breathing fast and heavy as if they’d sprinted the length of the castle.
“Now, where do you want me?” You tilt your head slightly.
Their eyes darken at the question, hands grabbing at your waist as you scoot closer. They meet you halfway with a kiss, far more burning and all consuming than an outsider might expect of Finn.
You’re no outsider. You know better. You knew better when you saw them with their father’s blood slicking their hands.
Jay
Their smile is dark and full of promises as you plant yourself on their lap. Their hand brushes your cheek gently and you chase the touch, leaning forward until your faces are only inches apart.
“What do you want?” They ask coyly, eyes half lidded as if they see right through you.
“Touch me.” You say, “Touch me-“
“Beg.” Their voice is that same quiet tone, alluring and scorching, “Make it pretty, love.”
“Please,” You give in, their scarred fingers dancing across your skin, “Please.”
The words fall from you like a mantra, and you can tell they’re pleased from the glint in their eyes.
These are hands that have killed, hands that have done worse. Yet the only thing they destroy now is your sanity as they move past clothing and edge you closer and closer to a different kind of death.
Niy
“Don’t you paint a pretty picture?” They ask, a smile curling their lips as their hands slide under your shirt and rub circles along the top of your hip.
You wiggle under the touch, mouth dry as they lean closer and closer. Your noses nearly brush, their hair falling in their eyes as their eyes take you in like a miracle to behold.
You reach a hand up gently, brushing the hair behind their ear, and their expression fractures at the gentle touch. Their hands are on your face, pulling you in fiercely and claiming your lips like their own.
“Oh, my peerless joy.” They pull back with a sigh only to rest their forehead against your own, “See what you do to me?”
Their breathing is labored, the warmth washing over you as you squirm in their hold. Their hand once more dips beneath your clothing, only this time their destination is lower than your hip.
Adri
“Mm, not the typical use of the throne.” A smile lingers on their lips as their eyes slowly drag up and down your form, “But one I could quickly become fond of.”
“Getting ideas for your own?” You ask as they grab you by the hips and drag you closer in a smooth movement.
They lean back, apparently enjoying the view, freckled skin blushed and warm, “That I am, dearest. Tell me, would you want me on your lap? Or perhaps brought to heel at your feet?”
Their hands grip your thighs as you groan at the image, a curious smile curling their lips. Their grips tightens as they crush you in a kiss, and you think fleetingly that you might combust.
“That’s it,” They encourage as you gasp, rocking closer as their hand climbs up your thigh, “Look at you, dearest, doing such a good job. Falling apart, aren’t you? The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
They have you in their grip, in more ways than one currently, and you have little desire to escape.
Kai
Dark eyes gaze up you as you drop onto their lap, their hands finding your hips in a practiced motion. They liked to grip you there, you knew.
“So this is how it is?” They question, face soft with desire, “Dear heart, you need only ask.”
“Then this is me asking.” You say simply.
“For what?” Their voice dips lower, lips brushing your jaw, “Be specific. Tell me you want me to take you apart, right here and now, on your own throne.”
“Take me apart,” You gasp, “Wreck me.”
“Gladly.”
It’s all you get before they reel you in and their lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, their touch roaming and caressing.
Kai always touches you like that, like a disciple who’s worshiping. You melt under the attention as they bring you undone before piecing you back together with devoted hands.
Mica
The hammering of their pulse is all too obvious as you roam a hand over their chest. They catch it before it can go too far, turning it in their grasp and pressing a kiss to your wrist.
Their mouth trails up your arm before they abandon the endeavor and pull you in to seize your lips.
They tangle their fingers in your hair, longing for more. They plead without having to say a word, their motions telling the story of their hunger. You give in, scooting closer as your lips part and allow them entrance.
One of their hands trail down behind you to press against the small of your back.
Your hips buck, seeking friction, and they surrender whole heartedly to your need. They lean further back, allowing you better access as you climb further atop them.
“Please, love.” They plead, breathless, speech slurred under the pleasure.
“Whatever you want,” You say in return, watching their face twitch in hopeless desperation.
“You,” They breath out, “All of you, always.”
So you give yourself to them. Like always.
Laurie
Xe’s grin is as filthy as you’ve come to expect whenever xe can xir hands on you. Xe leans back, amber eyes trailing across your exposed skin.
“So needy, dear crown. Tell me, has your head become too heavy already?” Xe’s hands gently stroke your cheek before reaching up and tugging you gently closer, “I imagine the old thing is quite uncomfortable.”
“Laurie,” You groan, “Please-“
“Greedy today,” Xe hums, “Lucky I take no issue with it. What do you want?”
“Just you,” You plead, “I want you, please, Laurie.”
Laurie freezes for a moment as if facing down the barrel of a gun. With just a few words, all of the posturing and confidence is gone.
You reach forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of xir mouth.
“Just you,” You whisper again.
“You make things so difficult,” Xe says, achingly tender despite xir words.
“Because I love you?” You grin, enjoying the way xe flusters.
“Because you love me.” Xe echoes, “No one has done it quite so well before, if at all.”
Tavi
“Never imagined myself on a throne, I have to say.” Their smile widens, “Also never imagined being used as one.”
“First time for everything, hm?” You raise an eyebrow, planting your hands on their thighs as you lean forward.
“First of many,” They agree, pulling you into a slow and consuming kiss.
They’ve accepted affection with ready hands and hungry eyes since the first time you touched them. It’s as if a fire had been lit all that time ago and was never put out; now it burned for you, craved your attention.
They’re practically laying across the throne as shirts are discarded and skin is laid bare. The dark expanse of their chest is revealed to you, scars adorning them like stars do the night sky.
You must admit, this is far preferable to any other way of sitting the throne. Certainly more pleasurable, you think as hips grind together and mouths meet in a familiar dance.
Leonie
She must see the want in your eyes because she beckons you closer, pulling you in as you sit upon her lap.
The soft silk of her night shift rubs against your arms as you grasp for her. Her hands are firmly gripping your hips as she enters your space, her lips only a breath away from yours.
When the two of you had began this foray into a relationship, she’d been hesitant. Her affection was hard won, as she’d never had anyone to give it to before and saw no reason to start now.
You showed her you could make things good, though. She showed you the exact same in return.
“My love, you’re always so eager.” She smiles, “You would take whatever I deign to give you, hm? You’d do so happily and then ask for more.”
You suck in a breath as her nails scratch gently at your skin, wriggling in her lap as her other hand grips your thigh.
She moves with a deceptively sweet smile, her fingers grasping and circling. She catches each sound you make with her own mouth, all consuming as she takes you to that edge over and over.
Striker
His eyes are blown wide the moment you sit yourself on his lap. He swallows, breath rough as he steadies you by the hips while you wiggle closer.
“Hinting at something, sunshine?” He asks, his gaze more than enough to light a fire in the pit of your stomach.
You answer him with a kiss, and he wraps his arms around you to pull you further into him. He kisses like a drowning man seeking air, like a dying man chasing life.
“How easy,” He breaths out as you part, “You are to need. To want.”
“And you to love.” You counter, watching his soften impossibly as he thumbs at the him of your shirt.
“And you to love,” He repeats the words like a promise, like an oath.
His hands, so deadly and steady, are only used now to tear you asunder. They hold you, scarred and gentle, as you shake apart atop him. His lips find yours again and again as he joins you in tumbling over the edge, the sight ever a beautiful one to witness.
???
Their hand brushes their hair back, eyes half lidded as they watch you sit yourself upon them.
“You make a fool of the sun,” They say softly, eyes gentle as they watch you get comfortable.
“Silver tongued as ever.” You say in response, back arching as they grip you at the waist and pull you closer.
“I might have said things that people loathed hearing, but I’ve never once lied.” They brush their thumb across your lips, “Silver tongued I may be, but I speak only the truth.”
You cannot respond as they claim your mouth like so many times before. They’re wanting and hungry and desperate as if you’ll disappear the moment they let you go.
Your hands grip their shoulders and their own roam over your body like something to be rediscovered each time they get the chance.
Blood has stained you both, yet you know only peace in their grasp. Destruction is in their nature yet you do not fear it. After all, they tore the world apart for you once and would happily do so again.
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