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The Number One Exercise for Relieving Work-Related Stress (Click to Find Out!)

Fandom: The Hobbit/The Silmarillion

Relationship: Maglor/Thranduil

Summary: Maglor, who earned her place in Mirkwood serving in defense of the realm, has a plan for alleviating the queen's stress, and naturally it involves a great many jewels.

Length: 5.6k

AN: Fill for this kink meme prompt for the Noldor and their jewelry kink. See AO3 or SWG for a bonus poem.

AO3 | Pillowfort | SWG

Maglor tilted her head to the left until the earring nearly lay flat against the side of her neck in the mirror. Then, she tilted her head to the right. Too much? She took the polished wood and rat-bone earrings out, then decided that was not enough, and put them back in. She scrutinized the kohl she had put around her eyes. She squinted at the necklaces layered onto her bare bosom. She felt her foot growing numb under her naked ass.

She pawed through Thranduil’s earrings again, and examined the ones she had already laid out on the vanity as possibilities, humming a little aria to herself. She could only wear so many of them (despite her earlier impulse to call in a jeweler to add a few more piercings to her ears). It was imperative to find the most comely combination possible. Moreover, while Thranduil’s taste was equally in accessories of wood, bone, amber, and other softer materials, Maglor’s preference was for metal and jewels, so it was these she sought above all else in Thranduil’s collection. (However, there was something to be said for bedecking herself specifically in Wood-elf fashion.)

Thranduil had been engaged in negotiations with Dale for the last three weeks. They would come to an agreement, of course, the queen had told her languidly over an evening glass of wine, but the Men were impatient, which made Thranduil annoyed, and so she would let the process drag on by Elvish time. The Men were chewing their fingernails through to be done with what was meant to be a very routine trade treaty renewal and would therefore be willing to make the few concessions Thranduil sought.

But work was work, and with negotiations expected to wrap up shortly—that day, even!—Maglor thought it was past time she alleviated some of Thranduil’s weariness.

When at last she was satisfied with the shape and size and colors and number of adornments she wore, she reached for the jar of blush-pink paste and borrowed a bit to smear on each of her delicate brown cheeks. Then, on further consideration, rubbed a bit onto each nipple as well, pleased with the extra-rosy look it gave them. She sat back on the bench and observed her image in the mirror.

Her hair, which had regained its old glossy sheen in the centuries since she had first arrived in Mirkwood and began a proper diet again, she had woven into a careful updo on the back of her head. It was the custom of the Wood-elves to wear their hair down frequently, which meant that baring the back of the neck could be as risqué for them as a low neckline or tight trousers. For Maglor, who would have sooner perished than leave the house in Tirion with her hair down (at least, not without some effort at artful dishevelment) it was still at times surprising to see the queen greet guests without a single lock pinned up.

Nevertheless, Maglor had adapted quickly, and was keen to take advantage of customs that might hold Thranduil’s attention. However, it was equally important she wore it in a way that Thranduil could quickly and easily take it down. Therefore, Maglor had spent forty minutes twisting it up into something that could be let down with just one movement to remove the lethal hairpin holding everything in place. All the advantage of baring her neck, still with the promise of having her hair pulled.

She pressed her breasts together and let them fall back into place. She mimicked pulling at the necklaces around her throat. She felt a toasty glow in her chest at the feeling of Thranduil’s jewels against the heat of her body. She tilted her head at a coquettish angle and batted her eyelashes at her reflection, and then she heard the front door.

Morgoth’s fires! She had taken too long! Now she had no time to plan how to stretch herself out on the bed in the most appealing way, but there was no time to lament that. Stumbling off the bench, she flung herself at the bed, which was done too aggressively and threw her into the decorative pillows, where she flailed around for a moment trying to catch her bearings.

“…Maglor?”

Namo, why! Maglor righted herself on the broad bed and looked up, slightly frazzled (she could feel her hair still in place, thank Ilúvatar), to see her lover in the doorway.

Thranduil was dressed for receiving foreign dignitaries, which meant she was, naturally, resplendent. A crown woven of the forest’s offerings circled her golden head, and the jewels Maglor hadn’t been able to pilfer shone at her ears and her throat and her long-fingered hands, and her robes were a luscious green that seemed almost to shift in shade when she moved. Thranduil tended to a leaner figure than Maglor, slim in the chest, broad in the shoulder, with eyes so green it seemed a part of the forest had crawled into her and become a part thereof. Maglor blushed just to see her, and to know this woman wanted her at any time.

“Hello,” she said a little breathlessly.

“Are you well?” Thranduil asked pointedly, raising an eyebrow as Maglor slid into a more flirtatious pose, stretching herself out on the covers, displaying the evidence of her theft.

“How fare the negotiations?” Maglor asked, ignoring the question and propping her head up with one hand to flutter her dark lashes at Thranduil. She shifted her thighs, pleased to see Thranduil’s eyes flick to the nest of wiry black hair between her legs.

“Well enough,” Thranduil answered, giving Maglor a look as if she suspected her of shenanigans (a suspicion WHOLLY unjustified in Maglor’s view). The queen reached up and removed her crown, and while Maglor regretted Thranduil’s weariness, there was still something stirred in her heart (and lower, too) at the sight of Thranduil’s regal exhaustion. How endlessly she works for the kingdom, Maglor sighed dreamily. “We have come to agreement; the morrow will be some last entertainment for our guests, and then they will be gone, I believe. Seldom are Men content to be at rest.” She set the crown down on her vanity.

“I am glad to hear it,” Maglor said, swinging her legs off the bed when Thranduil did not immediately come to her. “You have been tireless at the task; you have long earned rest.”

“I shan’t refuse it,” Thranduil sighed, and Maglor came nearer and insinuated herself up against Thranduil’s chest, when the queen was not taking enough of a suggestion.

“Let me help,” she simpered, and while the similarity of their height (and Thranduil was tall among the Sindar!) made it hard to bat her eyes up at Thranduil, she made the effort anyway. “Permit me to alleviate your stress.”

“I am tired, Maglor,” said Thranduil gently, placing her hands on Maglor’s shoulders.

“This I know,” said Maglor. “Therefore allow me! You need do nothing at all; I shall care for you.” She pressed her nakedness against Thranduil, curling her hands on Thranduil’s chest, tilting her chin up. “Allow me to take such weights from your mind, my love,” she breathed, breathing in the smell of rain and damp moss that hung around the Elvenqueen.

Thranduil’s hand went automatically to Maglor’s waist, and Maglor then surged up and pressed her mouth to Thranduil’s, and the queen did not draw away, but allowed Maglor to coax her into the kiss, until Maglor felt she tingled with warmth from head to toe.

“Are those my earrings?” Thranduil asked when they separated, and Maglor almost melted to the floor in frustration. Certainly, Sindar did not place quite the same cultural importance on jewelry that the Noldor did, but honestly!

“Indeed,” she said, her voice unsteady only briefly as she quickly switched tracks from utter despair. “Indeed I have many things of yours, my lady.” She took Thranduil’s hands and slid one of the rings from Thranduil’s hand onto her own, smiling, then touched Thranduil’s hands to the earrings she wore. “These.” She pressed Thranduil’s hands to the necklaces at her chest. “These.” Lower, she cupped Thranduil’s hands around her bare breasts and smiled. “These.” She traced Thranduil’s fingers down to the parsley bed below her bellybutton and the corners of her mouth turned up more sharply. “This.”

Thranduil had that slow, thoughtful look on her face that thrilled Maglor to think she was winning.

“Let me give what aid I may,” she wheedled, stretching her arms around Thranduil’s neck, leaning the weight of her body against Thranduil. “This I can do for you,” she murmured against Thranduil’s ear. “If this lovesick fool is good for little else, she may do this at the least.”

The tip of Thranduil’s ear was flushed and Maglor cheered silently. This was often the only signal that she had flustered or aroused her love.

“Very well,” Thranduil said, as if she were giving in to doing Maglor a favor. “On the bed.” She pointed, and Maglor danced away from her on light feet to fall onto the bed in a tumble of jewels, watching with shining eyes as Thranduil shrugged out of her heavier outer robe, leaving her in the closely-fit inner tunic which cinched so fetchingly against her waist and that first curve of her hips. Heat bubbled in Maglor’s gut and her chest and she sighed with pleasure supreme as Thranduil began to weave her hair back into a simple three-strand braid. She had grown accustomed to this habit of Thranduil’s and was delighted to envision Thranduil preparing to go to work on her.

“Is such theft a courtship ritual among the Noldor?” Thranduil drawled as she toed her shoes off and then approached the bed.

“No,” Maglor said, shivering, feeling the sharp beat of her heart. “Yet it may…it may gain the attention of one desired. Lovers may share many things, may they not?” Maglor had certainly delighted Noldorin lovers past by bedecking herself in their jewels and presenting herself for a good fucking.

Thranduil might disagree, but Maglor would forever maintain that her new ruby earrings from Erebor had been what led to the consummation of long-simmering interest between herself and the queen.

Thranduil shed most of her own jewelry before approaching the bed, and Maglor promptly raised herself up on her knees to capture another kiss from Thranduil when she came within reach. It was several long moments of this before Thranduil could push Maglor down on the mattress and disengage her mouth.

“Allegedly this is for my benefit,” said Thranduil, “yet it seems you who feels neglected.” Maglor made a little moue unbecoming of a former general.

“Never did I use the word neglected,” she objected.

“Yet you cry neglect should I leave the room for five minutes or more.”

“I do not!” Maglor lied emphatically.

“You might have chosen a partner with a less bothersome career,” said Thranduil

“No,” Maglor said, her face softening. “No, I could not have.”

Thranduil silenced any further romanticizing on Maglor’s part with another kiss, and this time Maglor made no disguise of arching up against her, winding her arms around Thranduil’s neck to pull her down flush against Maglor’s bare body. Thranduil was poised with one foot still on the floor when Maglor pressed her hands greedily against the queen’s breasts through her tunic and stole yet another kiss from her.

“Was it long you waited for me here?” Thranduil murmured, lowering her mouth to Maglor’s throat; Maglor’s head fell back in prompt and wanton abandon.

“Terribly long,” Maglor lied breathily, combing her hands through Thranduil’s loose, pale gold hair, warmth spreading throughout her body at Thranduil’s touch. “An eternity.”

“An eternity, hm?” Thranduil moved further down still, lapped at one of Maglor’s nipples, and then made a repulsed noise and drew back. “Did you put something on your skin?” she asked, and Maglor’s cheeks flushed.

“Ah, well…only a little. Harmless, really. I sought an effect of color...”

Thranduil gave her a look clearly torn between being exasperated and deeply entertained, and at last she shook her head. Then she licked her thumb good and moist and wiped the blush away from Maglor’s nipples.

“Another way I know to achieve that effect,” she murmured, and Maglor yelped and sighed, aching wonderfully as Thranduil nibbled at her breasts.

“Ah…as always I…ohh…I defer to the wisdom of my…” Maglor’s hand fisted in Thranduil’s hair and she gave up speaking for the time being.

Thranduil drew back and thrust her fingers into Maglor’s face.

“Open,” she said, using her queen’s command voice that turned Maglor’s insides to liquid. Maglor’s lips parted and she eagerly took Thranduil’s fingers into her mouth, sucking the fervor, and delighted to see the tips of her lover’s ears glow at her shameless enthusiasm. “Come here.” Eventually she managed to free her fingers from Maglor’s greedy tongue and moved back off the bed, beckoning Maglor to the edge, where she sat and spread her legs without hesitation, desirous that Thranduil should see how wet and ready she was for her.

Thranduil traced her fingertips lightly down Maglor’s thighs, and Maglor twitched her head to make her earrings rattle.

“Have I pleased my lady?” she could not help but ask. “With this sight?” She fingered the necklaces at her breast.

“Always the sight of you pleases me,” Thranduil murmured, as often too sincere for Maglor’s flirtatious banter. “Let me return the favor.”

“Oh, but you mustn’t think me not just as pleased with the sight of you.” Maglor completed this sentence only with great determination and several octaves higher than it had begun as Thranduil’s fingers brushed through the coarse black hair below her bellybutton and began to tease at the glistening seam of her lips. “You need not even speak and already I—ah. Already I am—at your whim—” Maglor’s determination to keep talking decreased by order of magnitude as Thranduil’s fingers pressed deeper into her, until those same digits slicked with Maglor’s own saliva breached her entrance and Maglor fell back onto the mattress, jewels singing, legs miles apart, breasts quivering with her gasping breaths.

“Since you have gone through such remarkable effort,” Thranduil was saying then, fingers working with agonizing slowness in and out of Maglor’s cunt, stroking her most obligingly, “I feel I should do the same. What say you? Would you prefer a toy?”

Maglor’s garbled moan could not have been less coherent. Thranduil had a habit of turning her silver-tongued Noldo into a probable victim of head trauma. Maglor adored it.

“As you…as you prefer, of course,” she got out at last, squirming on the bed, canting her hips up towards Thranduil’s hand. What she wanted more than anything was to have more, and she did not at all care for the notion of Thranduil leaving her even for a moment.

“Then a toy it shall be,” said Thranduil, and Maglor could wail at the sudden emptiness and the absence of Thranduil’s reaching fingers. “Go and fetch it.”

Maglor sat up, dizzy, and thought perhaps she ought to have spent fewer of the last couple decades coaxing Thranduil to be rougher and harsher with her. Thranduil’s objections were two-fold, being for one that she was not naturally inclined to harshness. Sternness perhaps (and how Maglor had thought of that with a hand pressed between her own legs for centuries!), but not mean, and particularly in intimacy inclined to gentleness and generosity.

The other prong of her resistance was, alas, Maglor’s own doing. Maglor’s psyche had been, to speak obliquely, delicate when first she arrived in Mirkwood just before the turn of the Second Age’s second millennium. She had tried most ardently to convince Thranduil that a bit of roughness in bed would help more than harm, but the many occasions on which she had wept at Thranduil’s simplest touch did not much convince the queen of the therapeutic value of calling her a slut. Still, Maglor was nothing if not determined to get what she wanted.

Now, though, as she was forced, wet and throbbing, to climb off the bed and go dig up one of Thranduil’s phalluses, she considered that she had empowered this woman far too much.

“The harness as well,” Thranduil directed.

“As you wish.” Anything to get Thranduil’s hands back on her!

She returned to Thranduil as quick as she could with both items, but rather than hand them over, leaned in for a kiss.

“Distracted?” Thranduil murmured against Maglor’s lips.

“You are still dressed,” Maglor lamented, one of few things for which she would put off her own satisfaction. “Allow me to assist.” She cast the toy and harness aside on the bed and reached for Thranduil’s tunic clasps. The corners of the queen’s mouth twitched in near a smile and she allowed Maglor to take her time running her hands up and down Thranduil’s lapels before she began to undo the clasps one at a time. Patience was not often something Maglor had in abundance, but let it not be said she could not enjoy the unwrapping of her lover!

When Maglor cast aside Thranduil’s shift, dropping it into the pile of her other things which they had made nearby, she gestured as if gazing upon a masterpiece for the first time.

“Your beauty only grows manifold with each time I see you!” she cried, and kissed Thranduil’s breast. Once more her arms went about Thranduil’s neck and she buried her face into the crook of Thranduil’s neck, kissing and sucking at the warm skin. Here, wordlessly, she took one of Thranduil’s broad hands and set it against the back of her head; this signal the queen understood. She tugged at the pin in Maglor’s hair and set those coal black waves tumbling down over Maglor’s shoulders. Thranduil’s hands carded through her hair and Maglor made wordless noises of pleasure, laving her tongue against Thranduil’s collarbone.

With some aid, she wrapped her well-muscled legs around Thranduil’s hips until she was clinging to her like a starfish, wet against Thranduil’s bared stomach, with Thranduil’s hands hooked underneath her. Maglor nuzzled against Thranduil’s neck, into the soft fall of her hair, breathing in the smell of her.

“If too long I think on this,” she murmured, “still it seems a dream to me, for such happiness cannot be the due of Kanafinwë Makalaurë.” Her grip on Thranduil tightened, though not for fear of falling. One of Thranduil’s hands moved up to her back, stroking soothingly down her spine.

“’tis all real, this I promise,” Thranduil assured her quietly. “Let me show you.” She managed to untangle Maglor from her, and then tossed her onto the bed as if she were an unruly child.

“Such displays of affection!” Maglor cried in faux outrage from where she’d sunk into the mattress. “My reward for declarations of love and loyalty!” She let her voice quaver melodramatically as if on the verge of tears.

“If such things stir you not, you must be already in the waking world,” Thranduil pointed out and Maglor could see the glint of amusement in her eyes.

“How I should have listened to the tales of the cruelty of the terrible Elvenqueen!” Maglor wailed.

“Tsk. Does my jabbering jay wish for her pleasure or not? If so, she would do best hand over the object of it.” Maglor slid the toy into the harness and rose once more from the bed to help Thranduil step into it. The queen was more than capable of doing it herself, and Maglor often liked to watch, but she took pleasure too in the intimacy of installing the device which was to take her apart, nestling it with great care against the moss bed of Thranduil’s sex.

When it was settled, Maglor gave the toy a few teasing strokes with her hand before returning unbidden to the bed. She settled back against the pillows and spread her legs in welcome, adjusting her necklaces and earrings to make sure they were all pleasingly arranged.

“How do you think it suits me, your jewelry?” Since Thranduil had not taken enough notice of this, Maglor was forced to use more direct and less coy means. It was not ideal, but she was still convinced she could bring Thranduil around to the notion of wearing another’s jewels as a form of intimacy. “I chose very carefully,” she added, dragging a thumb over her lower lip.

“My vanity appears thoroughly ravished,” Thranduil agreed, glancing back at it, drawing a pout from Maglor at even this brief lapse in her direct attention.

“How she comments more readily on the furniture than on myself, when I have put such effort into appearing fair and comely for her!” Maglor cried. A smile quirked the corner of Thranduil’s mouth as she turned, sobering slightly, back to Maglor.

“When one feels a thing but lightly, is it not easier of which to speak?” she said.

“So I hear from others,” Maglor admitted. She herself had never been one to shy from sharing her feelings; indeed, as a youth, she had languished in them. How many tragedies and troubles had she dreamed up for herself in Tirion so that she could sit on some high window sill above the yellowing trees and write lengthy and florid laments about her woes? But now…

Now Maglor spent those fall mornings laying on a cushion on the balcony with Thranduil, listening to her remark on the color of the leaves, and holding a cup of tea to her chest, and she thought there was no higher expenditure of time on Arda. What worth was there in fantastical tragedies when Maglor cupped such joy in her hands?

“Yet it is your thoughts I crave above all others,” Maglor said.

“As ever, I have not your gift for words of praise,” said Thranduil, coming nearer, kneeling on the bed and moving towards Maglor. “Yet I believe the fashion of this kingdom looks well on you, and to my eye there is no fairer Elf in all the realm.” This was patently biased, as Maglor was far from the fairest of Mirkwood—nay, she had been not even the fairest of her family—but she was quite content for Thranduil to be so biased.

Thranduil’s fingers swept up Maglor’s thighs and she lowered her head to kiss against the plump flesh. In Mirkwood, Maglor was fitter and more well-fed than she had been since she commanded the troops of the Gap, and had been training regularly for war. Something skeletal and wasted she had been when she arrived, but she had filled out to full health since then, and Thranduil seemed to take particular pleasure in Maglor’s strong, firm thighs. Often Maglor left the royal apartment with the evidence of Thranduil’s appreciation bruising the soft inner skin.

“Then I wonder that you have not glanced upon a mirror, my love!” Maglor smiled as she spoke, for it buoyed something in her chest she had long believed sunken and drowned to banter words so playfully with another, particularly with this other.

“And what game of yours, to beg sweet words off me and then refuse them?” Thranduil asked, giving Maglor’s thigh a pinch and making her gasp.

“Sweet words I said, not untruths,” Maglor teased.

“I give you my truths; if you recognize them not, I believe this to be no fault of mine.”

Maglor wanted to have a snappy reply to this as well, but as happened so often with her anymore—how her youthful self would have wailed and torn her hair and covered her eyes to see it!—she was simply overwhelmed at the notion of being loved and desired, and so she kissed Thranduil instead, drawing her near until the queen’s breasts brushed against her own.

“Tell me not that my little minstrel is out of words?” Thranduil never missed an opportunity to tease Maglor for such responses, but it thrilled her to hear, and such terms as ‘my little minstrel’ were equally a delight, more so because Maglor could imagine some trace of possessiveness behind it, even if Thranduil appeared to be the least possessive person Maglor had ever encountered (at times, to her frustration!)

“Out of words, Maglor? Never!” boasted she. “Very fine ones I have, ones just for you. Lean closer, and I shall whisper them to you.” Thranduil obeyed, and Maglor smoothed the hair away from Thranduil’s ear and drew in her breath and put her mouth just beside it to whisper: “I want your cock.”

Thranduil snorted and dropped her head at once before raising her face to look at Maglor, her lips pressed thin in amusement. She traced her fingers over the necklaces laying askew across Maglor’s breast, lingering, Maglor thought, with some appreciation.

“Far be it from my place to deny such eloquence,” she replied dryly, and Maglor gave an anticipatory wriggle on the bed. Thranduil took a moment to thumb at Maglor’s clit until she was mewling before using her fingers to part Maglor’s lips and ease in the tip of the toy.

Learning one another had been, thus far, an experience for the pair, neither of whom believed they would ever have a lover again. Thranduil was centuries into grieving her lost wife—who had sired their only daughter, Legolas—when first Maglor had arrived, and Maglor, for obvious reasons, simply assumed no one would ever wish to touch her or look on her with love or desire again. While the sheer headiness of her early encounters with Thranduil were not something she would ever trade, there was, she found, a domestic kind of bliss in having settled into something more regular, more comfortable, and less likely to leave her bawling at a simple touch or an innocuous compliment. It helped that she’d had centuries of serving Thranduil as one of her subjects and gaining, if Maglor could venture to say, some measure of her respect before either of them had even hinted at breaching a romance.

It was, therefore, Maglor’s utmost pleasure to be taken into Thranduil’s arms and thoroughly loved (though truthfully, with how she had worked herself up and Thranduil’s fingers earlier, she did not last terribly long). The toy stretched her beautifully (though not as much as some of the others she might have chosen) and the strain of it thrilled her with a liquid heat that bubbled up in her gut and flowed outward. Maglor, ever a connoisseur of sound, focused to shivering delight on the wet sound of Thranduil’s toy thrusting in and out of her; the shifting of the bed beneath them; the rattle of her many jewels; and her own needy grunting and moaning as she rolled her hips up, trying to drive the toy deeper.

When her climax burst and spread in tingling waves throughout her, Maglor groaned on the tail end of one last Oh, Thranduil, I’m so close! Thranduil did not remove the toy until Maglor stilled entirely, which she must have learned Maglor preferred—indeed, Maglor often pleaded to be fucked through her orgasm, relishing the sense of overstimulation.

“Does your mind rest easier now?” Thranduil asked, drawing back.

“Your mind…” Maglor said incoherently, making an equally senseless gesture with one hand above her head.

“Mhm.” Thranduil slid off the bed and busied herself shimmying out of the harness. Pushing through her post-coital fog, Maglor lunged upright, Thranduil’s jewels jangling, and scrambled to the edge of the bed to throw her arms around Thranduil’s waist and pull the queen back against her.

“Say not it is time for your departure,” she pleaded. “I have not yet done as I said, I have given you no pleasure yet.”

“How can that be?” Thranduil said, twisting in her arms. “When you have just sung so prettily for me?”

Maglor flushed, pleased, and stroked Thranduil’s pale belly.

“Yet I would give you more,” she insisted. Thranduil touched Maglor’s cheek gently and then leaned in to kiss her.

“I am tired, and tonight I would demand too great an effort for too little a reward,” she said. “I am content with your pleasure.” She detached herself from Maglor to toss the used toy into the laundry pile to be washed later, but to Maglor’s relief returned not to work, but to the bed.

“Are you sure?” Maglor fretted, scooting back to make room for Thranduil.

“Will you not remove some of that silly costume?” Thranduil asked instead, gesturing at the chest worth of jewels Maglor wore.

“Silly!” Maglor cried. “’tis a display most sensuous by my reckoning!”

“You may not lay against me in so many jewels; neither have I a wish to caress a porcupine.”

“My efforts are wholly unappreciated!” Maglor removed herself from the bed and as quickly as she might removed all but one of the necklaces—a solid, simple ruby in silver which rested quite fetchingly against her chest, just above the space between her breasts and complemented the tone of her skin quite well—and all of the earrings but a pair of golden cuffs. Then she returned and snuggled into Thranduil’s waiting arms, something deep in her chest letting out a relieved sigh to be clasped so near and so lovingly. Still it seemed to her a thing new and wonderous, relative to the interminable stretch of numbing isolation and deprivation which had characterized her life after the end of the First Age.

She pressed kisses to Thranduil’s shoulder and collar and then propped herself up to look down into those mossy green eyes. So long a study had she made of Thranduil’s eyes in the years of her time in Mirkwood that she felt confident it was not her imagination that she could see just a slight difference between Thranduil’s natural eye and the blind one she covered with a glamor spell (Elvish healing both natural and assisted might erase scars of most sources, but dragon fire was beyond even their ken).

“Your thoughts seem very loud,” said Thranduil after some moments of silence, reaching up to brush her fingers over Maglor’s cheek.

“Still I wonder that such bounty is mine,” Maglor confessed, tracing a finger over the elegant curve of Thranduil’s lower lip. “To live so long in yearning and disbelief…makes a dream of a reality so long desired.” She lowered her head and pressed a tender kiss to Thranduil’s lips.

“Should you require more proof, there is the bath there,” Thranduil offered, and Maglor huffed. Would she ever forgive Thranduil for the instance of throwing Maglor, naked and helpless, into the icy water of Thranduil’s spring-water bath for a laugh? Perhaps eventually. Perhaps when Galadriel admitted to a mistake.

But then Maglor’s face sobered.

“I am speaking truly, though,” she said. She stroked the familiar, beloved lines of Thranduil’s face. “You saved me,” she said softly. “’tis a debt I shall never repay.”

“I—”

“You did,” Maglor insisted. And Maglor would never be convinced otherwise. When first she had wandered inland, seeking she did not know what, she had not meant to step into the realm of a former Doriathrim. Of course Thranduil had captured her eventually; Maglor knew nothing of the forest, not this one nor any other, and the light in her eyes gave her away for what she was, even if she had sought to disguise it. It mattered little to her—by then she had glimpsed at a distance the queen abroad in the woods and her heart was set on her, or so it seemed to Maglor. It was after Thranduil showed her mercy, in the form of a probationary period rather than an immediate kiss from Thranduil’s blade, that Maglor knew she was in love.

“When one has seen oneself a given way for so long, it becomes immutable, or so it seems,” Maglor went on. “You cannot know what a gift it is for another to suggest you might be otherwise.” Thranduil did not object this time, and Maglor drew her thumb gently along Thranduil’s cheekbone, over the soft skin under her eye. “That person I was before, I would not be her again, not if it were a choice betwixt her and death. But ‘twas you that showed me she was not all that was left to me.”

Initially, Thranduil’s long silences had troubled Maglor, often making her fear the queen was displeased. Now, and at this moment in particular, she appreciated that Thranduil was giving her words the consideration it seemed they were due.

At length she said: “Then I am glad.” Her fingers lingered on Maglor’s face, and after a pause, she added: “I know this path has not always been smooth. Yet you have persisted. It is…reassuring, perhaps, to know that such change is possible, and there are those willing to make the effort.”

“And I shall keep trying,” Maglor declared, feeling that rush of determined protectiveness which had become the way she characterized her duty to Thranduil, a feeling like nothing she had experienced since she had last been entrusted with something, with the defense of the Gap. In the long centuries since then, she had come to believe she simply was not capable of being trusted with keeping anything safe, but she had now new things to guard: Thranduil, and Thranduil’s home, and Thranduil’s happiness, and it seemed to her there was no nobler cause to which to dedicate what remained of her life in Middle-earth.

Thranduil said nothing more on it, but leaned up and kissed her, and Maglor sank back down into her arms, and felt again that at last—at long, long last after endless wanderings abroad, alone, wind-burned and sunbaked and hoary with regret, Maglor had come to a place she believed she would never reach again: home.

#the silmarillion #the hobbit #maglor #thranduil #maglor x thranduil #tolkien tag #fanfiction #tolkien fanfiction #rocky writes #sapphictolkien

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capitalisticveins · 1 year

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D.A.M.N Crew Headcanons Part 3 (Ft. Kody, Xavier, and Avior)

Not as many Kody and Xavier headcanons as I wish there would be, but they’re still there. Enjoy!

- Caelum had his front tooth kicked out by one of his older brothers on accident.

- Freelancer will never let anyone else crack the eggs if they’re baking something. It always has to be them, not even Caelum can do it if they’re around.

- Damien has busted his ass while skating once and never touched a skateboard again.

- Lasko can use a hoverboard but lives every second in anxiety and fear when the low battery sound plays.

- Huxley’s instagram is just full of pictures of his moms and rocks with googly eyes.

- Lasko and Huxley say “Golly” unironically.

- Caelum enjoys chocolate ice cream.

- Freelancer prefers French Vanilla.

- Xavier has sung “Nations of the World” from the Animaniacs perfectly after only watching it once.

- Gavin can do the “disappearing thumb” trick.

- He’s done it in front of Caelum but Caelum started to cry after he saw it.

- Damien can write and speak in cursive.

- Damien can understand Russian script.

- Huxley has always wanted to give Damien a piggyback ride, and only got to do it after they got together. It was the best thing ever. For Huxley, anyway.

- Lasko likes to watch Ni-Hao Kai Lan.

- Whenever someone tells Freelancer to pose, they always do a peace sign.

- Gavin bullies people on Discord.

- When Freelancer and Gavin first met, Freelancer genuinely didn’t know he was getting sucked off until he mentioned it.

- Caelum likes growing his hair out, so whenever Delphinus says it’s time to cut it, he flies to the highest altitude he can muster and just…stays there…until Delphinus gives up. He’s done this for a year and a half now.

- Kody’s eyes are usually glossy, like he’s about to cry. It’s ironic because he hasn’t cried since the 5th grade.

- Huxley has cut his hair into bangs before, never again.

- When Lasko sneezes, it evolves into a series of annoying tiny sneezes that leaves his nose red.

- Damien would rather die than use Airpods.

- Xavier has always wanted a BIG dog, but never got the chance to get one.

- Caelum has his own section in Freelancer’s dorm where he can play and sleep.

- Gavin heard what happened to Avior when he tried to rift back to Aria and said “And people ask me why I don’t rift back home anymore”.

- Gavin has called Avior a “dickrider” before.

- Freelancer is FASCINATED by Vampires.

- Lasko owns a robe that reaches past his feet.

- Huxley belly flops onto pools for fun.

- Damien hates tanning.

- When Caelum heard about the Nintendo EShop shutting down, he begged and cried for Freelancer to hack his 3DS since Gavin and Delphinus had no idea how to. Freelancer had to look up how to do it, and spent the night doing it, but it was easier than they thought.

- Kody randomly walks around his house in jeans and flip flops while being shirtless.

- Gavin believed in the “Talking Angela is stalking you” theory.

- Lasko refuses to download Twitter.

- Freelancer developed their powers in the 6th grade when someone was picking on them, and hid them from their family for 4 years in fear of what they could do with them. Their parent(s) found out after they froze their room while having a breakdown via stress.

- Huxley played spin the bottle at a party with his friends a few years ago, and when the bottle landed on Xavier, they immediately began kissing with no question, hesitation, or awkwardness.

- Caelum hates Baby Shark.

- Lasko has a sleep mask, a bed that regulates temperature, 7 pillows, and a surround sound system that plays rain sounds at night.

- When Damien first came into his room, he was appalled at how comfortable it looked.

- Caelum makes hot cocoa and then puts it in the fridge to cool down.

- Huxley’s moms owns 3 cats. One rarely moves, and the other two are menaces.

Taglist: @morgansplace

#I feel like im not doing enough for Damien #Redacted Audio #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Gavin #Redacted Caelum #Redacted Lasko #Redacted Huxley #Redacted Damien #Redacted Kody #Redacted Xavier #Redactedverse #redacted audios #Redacted Headcanons #Redacted Freelancer #Redacted Delphinus

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beevean · 4 months

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Want a really unpopular opinion?

Circle of the Moon is grossly overrated, it feels extremely amateurish in terms of design and the fact that many consider it the perfect blend of the series' classic and SOTN styles confuses me more than most things in life

I once saw someone say that the game's penchant for grinding shouldn't be criticized because Aria of Sorrow also has it, forgetting that Aria is easy enough that you can absolutely get by without souls anyway, since they're more like a cool extra to spice up combat encounters and help a bit against the occasional tricky boss, unlike Circle where you pretty much need Cards and good combinations of them so you have little choice but to spend a truck load of time grinding just to have a decent time in this hard as fuck game that doesn't even have a shop for healing items thus forcing you to grind for those as well :).

Agreed.

Most of the time, when people love a game I don't, I can at the very least understand what they like about it. I don't care about Sonic Adventure 2, but that doesn't mean it's a bad game: it simply does things, like streamlining the level design, changing the gameplay style in the middle of a story instead of having six storylines, incentivizing replay value through the ranking system, that appeal to others but not to me. It's fine.

But I genuinely can't understand the appeal of CoTM. Nothing it does seems to me remotely likeable.

Yes, it's hard, for the joy of Classic fans. But why is it hard? Because it cheats.

The movement is ass. You either walk at the speed of snail or you double tap to run. This was annoying in Richter Mode in SoTN, but even more so when it's the default state of the game. Guys, it's one thing to move slowly in a Classic game, because all you have to do is to follow a set path and dodge the obstacles, but in a Metroidvania, where you need to backtrack, I'd like more agility. What literally is the point of giving you the run powerup in the fourth room of the game? Why can't I start with it?

There is no shop, forcing you to grind for something as basic as healing potions, necessary for this kind of genre. This is mean.

There is no healing orb at the end of a boss, literally the only game in the whole series that does this, which forces you to run to the nearest save room to heal - fine most of the time, but after the grueling fight against Hugh, you need to dodge the strong and aggressive Dark Armors before you can get to safety. Oh, you died and have to fight that bastard again? Oh no, sorry, guess you can just go fuck yourself :) this is even meaner.

The castle is not well designed, aside from the excessive platforming. The rooms are copypasted without any significant landmark, and there are too many obstacles of the same kind, meaning that once you get a new powerup, you're going to fumble for a while before you stop finding Heart Max Ups and actually find your way through. Say what you want about HoD, but the sections are so visually distinct that you are going to at the very least orient yourself better.

As you said, the main gimmick of the game, the DSS cards, have an abysmal drop rate, meaning that you pretty much have to glitch in order to use the spells. I was very lucky during my playthrough that the first Ice Armor dropped the card necessary to become immune to ice: without it, the Underground Waterway would have been an awful experience. (with it, it was only extremely annoying due to the constant 5-second stop every time you hit a switch)

and that is not even mentioning the problem most gba games had, especially the earliest ones: screen crunch.

tl;dr: order of ecclesia is not my kind of game either, but i recognize that it's fairly hard, at least.

#castlevania #circle of the moon #sorry for the salt #i did not have fun with this game at all #i don't want to touch it again

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shallowseeker · 1 year

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Pre-13x06 Tombstone moments were among Jack's best

Jack’s Heaven was the car ride to Dodge City

(Image from Naomi Aria)

Some fun observations about the scene:

They stopped for food at an adorable dog-theme diner called "Skipper's Beach Cafe"

Which....BEACH. The ghost of happiness -> toes-in-the-sand beach!

Anyway, it's adorable that they're lost, but it's also a little sad that the very act of getting lost is what led them...to the symbolic beach.

But wait! On the other hand, the specter of this beach COULD BE a false beach promise, symbolizing that whole "checking out and running away" temptation

When viewed as such, it makes SAM's proximity to Skipper's Beach Diner / Miracle / False Salvation a little disturbing, especially when viewed with the 15x20 finale in mind; it could be a figment

It could be read either way, that SAM's the only one who finds salvation by becoming lost and not adhering to a plan; OR (since Sam's app sucks) it's a danger sign, that Sam's off-road "checking out" is being led to a false dream. Apps tend to give instructions and steps, but maps must be interpreted in a spatial context

This would imply that Dean/Cas + Jack are actually the ones finding their footing here (at this moment in time in the story, anyways)

But back to cute things: Sam's phone app sucks ass & he's not happy about it

Sam is even whining about it, which makes me think that his whining in 12x12 Stuck in the Middle (With You) is totally a legit thing that Sam does often, because Jack has no reason to exaggerate here (God bless my annoying, tall man-child)

In this memory, Cas gets associated with maps, as he pulls an old-school map from the glove compartment and hands it over to Dean

(Cas is often associated to maps; he is the navigator-commander to Dean's captain-of-the-course to Sam's field marshal)

Cas is that holy North Star, the symbolic "North is up"

He's the thing that the boys put their faith in; a family protector; "angelic defender"; the thing that grounds Dean in particular

We see this dynamic again later, in 13x21 Beat the Devil. That is, Dean & Cas, as a UNIT, get the bearings for the group:

DEAN (snapping into business mode): Yeah. Thought we’d get spit out in the same spot, but this isn’t it. All right, well Charlie -- the other Charlie -- said that Mary and Jack have an outpost in Dayton. SAM: Okay. Let’s get our bearings and head that way. Cas, where are we? CAS (closing his eyes and concentrating): Uh, Kentucky. Northeast Kentucky. Or what used to be Kentucky. DEAN (looking at the sky then pointing): Which means that’s north. Okay, so Dayton’s that way. Roughly. Two days by foot but...that way. SAM: All right. [The group begins to move towards where Dean pointed.]

In AU earth, in later episodes, Cas even draws a map for them to reference as they go; Cas is keeping them grounded

Overall, Cas helps Dean get his bearings, and together, they help the group get their bearings (especially when Sam's way isn't working--in 13x06’s case, the app).

So, in 13x06, after Cas hands Dean the map, Dean is calm, maybe even grounded for the first time since Cas died.

Immediately, Dean begins teaching Jack to "read a map," perhaps taking on the role as PARENT TO JACK for the very first time (Jack and Dean have known each other ~20-25 days at this point). Dean is passing down the legacy of wayfinding.

Side note: Jack is shown gobbling down a burger, the thing that CAS loves in 5x14 My Bloody Valentine, and the thing that Dean makes, even as late as 15x14 Last Holiday (specifically with the goal of getting Jack out of his room):

SAM: What’s with the apron? DEAN: Burgers! But the pilot light keeps going out. It’s like the third time this week. Between that and the hot water, I thought this place was supposed to be state-of-the-art. SAM: It was, in the 50’s. DEAN: Hhm. Ah, Jack come out of his room yet?

Here in the 13x06 scene, when Jack crams the burger in, Dean nags him.

It's a contrasting callback to their first real "meeting" in 13x02 ("You can slow down, you know. That stuff’s not gonna disappear.")

The warning against eating too much, too fast, is a nod to parental nagging, sure, and that's cute.

But it's also tacitly associating Jack to overconsumption, which a key motif to both his Nephil-status and status as a rival, Usurper-God (not to mention, his zombie obsession):

[in Jack’s Heaven, working the case from 13x06 Tombstone, Jack gobbles a burger while the rest of TFW stand by Baby researching their route to Dodge City with their food laid out on the car’s hood. Sam is in the background on his phone] DEAN: Jack, take it easy. You don't have to cram it all in at once, right? SAM: Still no signal. DEAN: Yeah, 'cause I told you, that app blows. CAS [emerging from the car with a map]: I found this in the glove compartment. DEAN: Ah! Old school! A real map. Let's find our way to Dodge City. C'mere, Jack. I'm gonna teach you how to read a map. So, rule number one-- rule number one-- rule number one-- JACK: Dean? DEAN: North is usually up. [the sun appears to flicker on and off, and Jack looks up at the sky] JACK: Something's wrong. [Jack leaves his personal heaven and wanders out into the stark white hallway of Heaven, where the lights are also flickering. A tidal wave of black goo fills the hallway and chases after him as he runs away.]

He's recalling Dean specifically here, in order to get his bearings. He's using the wayfinding skills symbolically gifted to him by Dean & Cas.

It gives more weight to Dean & Cas in the prior scene, because this skill allows Jack to see the truth (about Heaven, about The Empty).

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orchid3a · 2 years

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Aria sweetie, can you try with 70 + 76 & takeomi because I need it everyone need to read it!! 😫

ask game!!

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - A. TAKEOMI

✦ pairing ↷ Bonten!Akashi Takeomi x f!reader

✦ tws ↷ NSFW, pwp (the plot is thin as a line), mean dom!takeomi, bratty!reader, rough sex, slut-shaming, mention of exhibitionism and dry humping, mention of cheating, implied punishment, mention of sharing yn with someone else, implied possessiveness (?), no beta-reading

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✦ note ↷ here to spread mean dom!takeomi agenda, he is so perfect i swear!!!!!

You were in deep trouble, and this time no puppy eyes will be useful against Takeomi's anger. You didn't have to push his limits that far, but as always, you are a fucking brat who is too spoiled and too self-centered to understand a "no".

"Takeomi, this isn't a big deal! No one was hurt and everyone will forget about it. You're being too dramatic."

"You were showing off, in front of my colleagues, and even fucking dared to hump against my thigh like a dog in heat. And worse, in front of my boss."

You roll your eyes at his words, not understanding at all how Takeomi could be possibly annoyed by your little stunt.

"Omi, it isn't a big deal, you are acting like it is the fucking world's end. Maybe I should have fucked your colleagues, they wouldn't be so scared to fuck me.”

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth in front of me, you little brat. Daddy’s not playing with you today after the stunt you just pulled.”

His icy tone and glare, make you shiver in pleasure, and you couldn’t wait to see what he will do.

And that’s how you found yourself with your face pressed down on the mattress, ass up and Takeomi rutting harshly into your abused hole. His grip onto your ass hurt, you are sure tomorrow you will find some bruises, but now this is the last of your concerns.

Always treated as a princess and spoiled like a brat, you didn’t even imagine that even he can be harsh or mean, you always pushed up his buttons but never once he exploded, he was always calm and aloof. Guess, it was always a facade and under that calm and aloof mask, there is a beast.

He chuckles as he continues to plow inside you, your bratty and spoiled self is nowhere to seen, substitute by your whining and pleadings.

Takeomi has now full control over you, like he always had, he only made you think you were the one who was in power.

“You take it like a whore, is that how you’d like me to treat you? I could call up a few people who’ve got money. How about it, baby, wanna see how much you’re worth?”

You just moan in response, you were joking before, no one can ever be like him, but it seems this time he will not be merciful.

“Tonight, you will learn real discipline, princess”

✦ tagging ↷@haitaniapologist @momoewn @rnht @qiqi-tutu @giyuu23 @nalyana @savagemickey03

#✒️ - aria writes #🎀- vitium #tokrev smut #tr smut #tokyo rev smut #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tw.slutshaming #tw.exhibitionism

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jaylaxies · 2 years

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and great,, hoon has his dick out and everything

i can hold it for you, sir 🧎🏻

#aria's annoying ass #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #sunghoon smut

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kianaflame23 · 1 year

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A Special Night ☆ Final Fantasy XVI Clive Rosfield x f!reader n*sw

Hi, my friends and mutuals! Today is Valentine's Day and I don't celebrate it but I decided to write this fanfic! Hope everyone enjoy reading it! <333

Summary: You were getting concerned as you just told Clive a silly joke. Suddenly, he can't stop himself from touching you...

NO MINORS!! ONLY 🔞!! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO!

Tagging: @theempressofdarkmagic @aria-lesage @virtuousluna @momowasdreaming @tea-r-re-z @seiyaido @blueflame97 @horrorlove14 @helianyx @tharmr-barnabas @revoirestbelle

"Clive! Can I ask you a question?", you spoked to him. Clive smiled and nodded, curious to know your question. You grinned as you began to talk.

"Would you rather eat a baby goat or a matter baby?"

Clive looks confused, not understanding what you are saying to him.

"....What is the matter, baby?"

You smirks and places your hands on your hips, leaning down a bit as you did a cute pose at Clive.

"Nothing, honey~", you finished your lines as you wink at Clive and use your hands. Pulling him closer to your face. Of couse, Clive is taller than you so you pulled his black hair gently. A soft kiss on his lips as you leaned away from Clive, grinning even more as you sees Clive's shocked expression. Feeling his cheeks burn from embarrassment, covering his face with one of his hand. Shaking his head as he chuckled.

"Your humor astonished me every time, my love."

"I'm guessing you like my joke!"

"Yes. Let me tell you mine, (Y/N)", Clive smiles to you, trying to control his excitement as your (e/c) widened in confusion.

"Oh? Please tell me, Clivey~"

Clive smirks as he leaned down to your ear, you felt his hot breath as you gasps.

"I'm going to "destroy" you, my lovely wife. You'll be "screaming" my name all day until you can only think of me.", Clive kisses softly in your sensitive neck as he pulled you closer to him. Feeling your chest as he gropped your ass, you stuttered your words to Clive.

"C-clive! You need to control yourself! Our friends are literally there..."

*Oh, I forgot to mentioned that you and the group are staying over in a small village, staying there for one or two days until continuing with the journey. Enjoy your time at the bar. Everyone drinking their alcohol as they talked loudly. You didn't felt like drinking as you laughed at your friends. Not expecting Cidolfus to be dancing so silly and Jill tries her best to stop him from hurting himself*

You were so shocked that no one paying attention to both you and Clive. You guessed that it is normal for people to be like that there.....You refuses to have rough yet lovemaking with Clive right now. Especially when everyone and Sandalphon are there.....You don't want to make a scene there....

"So? I want to taste your sweet nec--"

"CLIVE?! STOP! DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF? WHY ARE YOU SO HORNY NO--"

This is Sandalphon! He's from Granblue Fantasy!

Sandalphon woke up from his slumber from the table, most likely in a drunked state. Looking very annoyed as he looked towards you and Clive.

"MY GOD, CAN YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?!"

Sandalphon spoked to them, not caring if anyone is hearing his loud voice. Shocking you and unamused Clive with his outburst, you feels your face burning more because of your voice and wants to leave from the bar....

"I'm sorry, Sandy! Please forgive us! We are about to leave and get some sleep now!"

"No, my wif--"

"Clive! We need to sleep!", you covers his mouth, preventing Clive to embarrassing you even more. You smiles weakly to you apologizes to Sandalphon. Sandy sighs and began to talk.

"(Y/N), captain, it's fine. I'm sorry for my vulgar tone. Just "do" it where I can't see you two."

"It's fine! I will make sure that Clive isn't going t--", you didn't finished your sentence as you saw Sandalphon uses his colorful feathers and immediately knew what he is going to do.

"I'll use my powers so we can't see nor hear anything from you. Enjoy yourselves, lovebirds.", Sandalphon threw her feathers at you and Clive, somehow sending you two in a private room. You didn't say anything to Clive as Clive turns towards you.

"We can start with our lov--", you glared at Clive, as if you wants to beat him up. Immediately stopping himself from saying anything else. Knowing that Clive shouldn't anger you....you sigh and pouted, holding your loverboy's hand gently as you pulled the blankets away from the mattress. Getting comfortable as your back were on the bed with Clive

"Let's sleep, my darling~"

"Yes, (Y/N)..."

You turned your back as the blanket were covering both you and Clive. Waiting for Clive to sleep and smiling softly to yourself. Not realizing your mistake as Clive pulled you closer to his chest, your back on him. Feeling his hand caressing your ass, you mewled in pleasure but immediately covers your mouth. Continuing to caresses your ass before Clive slapping it, you felt your ass jiggled lightly. Blushing even more as you turn over to face Clive. Unfortunately for you, you were met his chest and looked up at him. Clive smirks as you pouted cutely at him, telling him to keep his hands to himself. Ignoring your words as Clive decides to pulled your whole body on top of him. You were about to say something until.....

"My wife, do you know what today is?", you looked confused, which Clive chuckled as he caresses your cheek with such care and love. Making you almost forget on what he was doing to you earlier.

"No....I don't..."

(Y/N). Today is Valentine's day", Clive smiles gently at you, your eyes widened as you realized your silly mistake. You sighed as you shaked your head in disappointment. Feeling bad for not knowing about that special day....

"You're right! I'm so--", Clive didn’t allow you to speak any more as he kissed you passionately, swallowing your soft moans as his tongue roams all over yours. Rubbing your back before squeezing your ass once again. Tapping his shoulder as you want to take some air, Clive continues to kiss you before pulling away from you. Small drops of drool falls down from your lips as you look away. Thinking to yourself that you want to....dominate him....before he can devour you to ecstasy....

You began to strip off your clothes as Clive watches in delight, enjoying your naked body in front of him. Worshipping you as his only goddess and no one else. He can't help himself as his hands goes to your hips and waits patiently, behaving like a golden retriever.

'Huh...Clive is acting cutely like that...reminds me of Torgal....', you smiled as you shaked your head in disapproval.

"Hey, I don't want to be the only one without clothes here. C'mon, my sexy, charming knight~", you grinned as you giggled, seeing your Clive nodding rapidly as he pushed you down to the bed softly. As if you were made of glass and doesn't want to hurt. Feeling lucky to have him as your only husband. All of his clothes were taken off, exposing his well- toned chest as your cheeks burn from looking at him and his abs. Gulping as you felt yourself getting more turn on and covering your mouth again. It is rare to see his genuine smile as he always has a stoic yet serious face. You still love him though and you absolutely love how he'll listen to you.

Clive pulls your hand away from your mouth, kissing your fingers for a few seconds before leaving one last kiss on your ring. Feeling your eyes tear a bit from his sweet affection and smiles.

"Allow me to ravish you, my lovely (Y/N). I want to suck and taste your sweet cum.", he huskily said to you, feeling yourself getting wet as Clive spread your legs open for him. Going down on you and kissing your thighs, moaning softly as you closed your eyes in pleasure.

"C-clive! I w-want to....go hard on your....face....please..."

"Do it, my wife. I don't mind. Don't hold back!"

Clive didn’t need to tell you twice as you grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy. Loud moans coming out from your small mouth as you thrust in more on Clive. His blue eyes rolled back a bit as you felt a vibrate in you, meaning that he's moaning as he continues to taste your sweet nectar.

"So good~ my Clive! Oh! Make me cum, please~", your eyes is still closed as your eyebrows furrowed in ecstacy, not wanting Clive to stop sucking and licking your pussy. Your thighs squeeze his head as his hands hold them tightly before deciding to use his hand. His fingers thrusting in your gummy walls while licking all around there. Clive felt his now, fully erect cock twitching as he wants to be in you....wanting to feel something as he lets go of your thigh. Stroking his cock as he continues to pleasure you more.

"My handsome husband! I'm gonna cum soon!", you whimpered as you felt your climax getting closer and closer. You let go of his hair as you pulled the covers of the bed, trying to hold something before releasing all of your juice on Clive. He stopped tasting your pussy and you were able to complain until he said this words to you....

"Come to me, (Y/N)!", he yelled as your (e/c) widened in astonished. You really those three words so hot, to the point of you rolling your eyes in pleasure, using your legs to bring him closer to your sweet sex. Releasing your climax on Clive, your tongue sticking out and him tasting your cum on his mouth. Feeling his beard as it tickles you but you didn't mind it. You witnessed true ecstacy on Clive's expression as his blue eyes is no longer opened. Closing them as his cute eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, wanting to taste more of your cum before you shakily moved your legs away from him. Letting him breathe as you barely noticed that Clive is still stroking his shaft, wanting to release his cum on your chest. Sucking him dry sound great for you....

"I'm so close, my beautiful wife...I'm sorry for not cu--", you instantly licked your lips seductively before kissing the tip of his cock. Clive moans as he tries to say something but words can't be heard as you continued making kissing noises to his cock before placing your mouth on him. Feeling so much pleasure as Clive cursed to himself, grabbing your hair as he allowed you to suck more deeper.

"S-shit! Fuck! You're doing so well, my love!"

You can taste his pre-cum on your tongue, you could only handle half of his shaft and use your hands to stroke the rest of it.

'So big....yet so good~"

You want to touch yourself so badly as you suck on him. You weren't sure if he can read your mind, however, he knew what you want and groaned as he leaned down on you. Gropping your ass before inserting his fingers in you, making you moan loudly on his cock. Thrusting in and out of your small mouth, apologizing as Clive give more pleasure to you.

"Hang in there, my wife. Your throat feels so good!", you allowed him to go rough on your throat, knowing that your second climax is approaching again. You didn't want this moment to end, enjoying his soft yet loud moans coming out from his mouth. You love Clive so much so you didn't mind him using your mouth. After all, he did allow you to use him as you climax on his sexy face.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum, (Y/N)!", he screamed as he came on you. Tasting his cum on your mouth, gagging a bit as you tried to swallow all of his cum. Some of them were dripping down to your breasts, Clive finally opens his blue eyes and looked down on you, panting heavily as he widened his eyes.

"Are you okay, my sweet (Y/N)?!", Clive asked you, his forefinger places on your chin, checking to see if he went too far. However, Clive immediately knew what you are going to do, feeling his cock twitch as he watches you. You stick out both your mouth and tongue, showing him that you swallow his cum. You looked so seductive and adorable to Clive...

"Look, Clivey~ I did it! Well, kinda...but it was so good ♡!", you spoked sheepish as you looked at him. Of course, you didn't realize what you just did to poor Clive. You're driving him mad but in a good way as he wants to....well....start a family with you...

Clive collapsed next to you, forcing you to be on top of him again and turning you over as you faces away from him.

'What is he doing....? Wait...Is he being serious?!', you thought to yourself as you felt his cock between your pussy and thighs, blushing more as you tried to calm down.

"Clive! I think we should sto--

You weren't able to say any more as you head a soft whimper from Clive. You turn your head quickly to him as your eyes widened as you saw how submissive he looks....your head is spinning as you start panting heavily in excitement.

"Please... FUCK ME, MY LOVE! I need you! My cock craves you and only you!", he whimpered even more as he tries to thrust in you...you stroked his cock for a bit as you keep hearing his cute moans before inserting his cock in you. Both you and Clive moaned in sync, finally becoming as one as you began to bounce on him.

"You feel so good, Clive! I need your cock to go more deeper!", you moaned as you continued riding him. Falling gently to his chest as your head turned at Clive, demanding him to go hard on you and want kisses from him too.

"Kiss me, my darling knight! Please!", you moan softly to Clive, tilting your chin towards him as his lips crashed yours. His hands were on your thighs now, thrusting in and out roughly on your pussy. Swallowing your loud moans as well as his, Clive's cock going more deeper and deeper. Then, he removed his hands from your thighs as they are on your stomach now. Still thrusting more deeper than before as your eyes rolled back in ecstacy. You pulled away from Clive a bit as you start talking to him.

"Yes! Like that, my sexy husband! I want you to fill me up!", you mewled as you felt your last climax getting closer and closer. Wanting him fill your womb with his cum, liking the idea of having kids with your only knight. You know Clive will be a great father and always cherish them as well as you. You're his wonderful, beautiful and attractive wife. Not only that, you can also protect yourself if he is not with you. Clive still wants to protect you from danger though.

"Want me to fill your tight pussy up with my cum? You might get pregnant, my love.", Clive grinned as he sees your lewd face, loving it as he looks at your smile twitching in ecstacy.

"OH, EIKONS! YES! I NEED YOUR CUM IN ME SO BADLY! LET'S START OUR OWN FAMILY, MY CLIVEY~ ♡", you moaned and panted as Clive likes your answer. Grunting as he starts sucking your neck, leaving you some hickies and chuckled. Watching you lose yourself in such great pleasure and happy to know that HE is only one who can make you cum on him. Making cute noises and just being with him forever.

"Then, prepare yourself! I'm cumming, my beautiful wife!", Clive yelled out to you, commanding you to cum on him. Luckily for Clive, he felt your gummy walls squeezing him tightly as both you and Clive climax together. His cum filling you up nicely as you have a goofy smile plastered on your face, satisfied that you were able to do get what you want. Hoping that Clive doesn't mind you asking this simple question. You and Clive calmed down from that amazing rough yet lovemaking, turning your head as you talked to him.

"Clive?"

"Yes, my wife?"

"Do you think...I will be a good mother...?", you bited your lips and wait for Clive's answer, feeling tears on your eyes. Clive kisses softly to both of your cheeks, then your forehead and your eyes. Making sure you're okay and finally, kissing your lips passionately as you respond back. Pulling away from you before one last kiss, telling you that you will be a great mother. Looking forward to start a family with you, you smiled happily as you hugged him tight even though it was very odd position. Clive chuckled as he gently removed you being on top of me. His cock is no longer in you as Clive complimented you over and over. Blushing a bit and smiled to them.

"Thank you, Clive. I am confident that I wouldn't be alone anymore. I have you and our future family my handsome, daring, charming, knight~", you spoked softly, feeling your eyes closed as you snuggled with Clive. Finally sleeping with him as he sees your peaceful face and caresses your cheek.

"No, I should be the one thanking you, (Y/N). I love you so much, my wife.", Clive smiles before he starts to slumber as well. Already have a perfect date for you and him. Hoping you'll be ready for the date and perhaps another round after the date. For now, you and Clive sleeps peacefully together. You should take your friend, Sandalphon, for teleporting you here when you see him later.

Sandalphon woke up from his slumber, questioning himself if he is hearing stuff....

The end ☆

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ashiemochi · 1 year

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anubussy - x

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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Moving through the building reminded her of her family’s facility when she had first arrived – lost and confused. Back then, she’d make turns and depend on suicide notes to tell her where to go.

This building didn’t have a map layout or anyone who wrote a note before passing – So Ah was just following her captain and shooting any of Arias’ minions along the way. She resisted the need to pick her phone up and call Leon. As far as the situation goes, he might be too busy fighting for his life to answer her.

“Why doesn’t this place have any map lying around?” She muttered under her breath, annoyed at the sense of being lost.

“Why don’t we ask Arias when we bring his ass down?” Chris muttered back, almost sharply at the hatred he had towards him.

So Ah looked at him from the corner of her eyes, “Think he’d tell us?”

Chris huffed lightly, his hawk eyes scanning the long corridors. These villains seriously needed to add more life to their hideouts or underground facilities. They all looked the goddamn same.

A voice came over the PA, “Nice to see you again, Mr Redfield – and I see you brought a guest with you.”

So Ah blinked at this, hiding next to Chris behind the wall who whispered to her confused self, “Arias.”

“Thanks to Professor Chambers, we made the virus much stronger.” Arias continued, “If you could stick around for, oh, another twenty minutes, you’ll see how strong.”

Chris shared a look of shock with her, realizing what Arias had done to his friend, and he knelt down to set the timer on his watch. While he was doing that, So Ah kept her eyes out in case any enemy pops out from around the corner.

“I can’t wait for you to meet the new and improved Rebecca. The question is…” Arias seemed pleased with himself before his voice dropped an octave, “Do you have it in you to kill her?”

So Ah picked up on Chris’ nod and went after him down the corridor, panting faintly as she stayed caught up with his quick and long strides.

“My army of the dead will change the world for the better. It will correct the imbalance caused by recent wars.” His voice echoed all over the building, making the soldier and the agent grow more and more on edge, “Maybe if you can stay alive long enough, you can watch me as my B.O.Ws bring down the most powerful nations… One by one.”

Chris growled under his breath, “You belong in a nuthouse, asshole.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not crazy.” Arias assured, something heavy in his tone, “I want revenge. I’m sure you understand that, Miss Han So Ah.”

So Ah slowed down at that, eyes widening as she breathed heavily, and looked up at the security camera. How could he have known – wait, the H-Virus. Chris stopped in the distance, looking over at her with furrowed brows.

“I must say, it’s an honour to have a member of the Hans here, it really is a pleasure.” Arias mused, a slight smirk on his lips, “I apologise for the mess. I wish we could've met in a different circumstance – maybe if you get out of here alive, I’d be happy to give you a tour.”

Every single scream and shout of pain echoed in her head, reminding her of all the people she had taken. Their lives hung on her shoulders, looming over her like a long shadow. She didn’t want to relate to a psycho like Glenn Arias.

She refused to.

Chris gave her a knowing look, silently telling her not to listen to him. She shook her head, shutting her eyes for a moment to ignore the buzzing of the chip and she joined up with Chris.

“It’d be a grand tour just looking for you.” She mumbled.

Rounding the corner, they skidded to a stop at the horde of zombies rushing and stumbling towards them.

In an instant, Chris started shooting them and So Ah did as such, aiming at the furthest ones with precision. Sure, the Matilda could only do so much, but she was landing headshots perfectly. Sometimes she’d aim for the legs to drop them down.

Adrenaline filled her veins as Chris bee-lined through the corridor, following him as he went. By the end of the hallway, it was split in two with the walking dead on both sides.

So Ah hitched her yelp, dodging a swiping hand before shooting the zombie. There were more than she could count but she stayed close to Chris. If push comes to shove, she’d yank the incendiary grenade from her belt – that she definitely did not steal from the Osprey and just borrowed it – to set shit on fire.

She heard a clatter of an empty magazine behind her, catching her attention. She was extremely surprised to see Chris casually suplex a zombie and her eyes located his rifle in one of the infecteds’ hands.

Hastily, So Ah holstered her gun and then yanked the weapon out of its hands and the sharp blade at the end glinted under the pale lights. Oh, she should’ve gotten one of these instead.

She sliced the zombie’s neck, making it stumble back just as Chris stood up. He gave her a grateful nod, taking it back to reload it and shoot the last few ones.

So Ah returned to her gun to help him clear them out, unaware of the ones closing in from behind. A waft of hot breath brushed the top of her head, sending unwanted shivers down her spine and she nearly got a whiplash turning around.

She stumbled back with a gasp, “Shit!”

A sound of a motorbike entering the hallway was the last thing she’d expect in his situation – but it was also the one she needed the most. It meant one thing, and one thing only.

The last two zombies dropped to the ground, bullet wounds on the back of their heads, and the bike halted to a stop next to the wall.

So Ah visibly lit up at the sight of Leon showing up unscathed and she ran up to him with relief in her big eyes.

“Leon, you’re okay.” She voiced her happiness.

Leon exhaled roughly as he got off the motorcycle, feeling the care oozing from her as he gave her a light-hearted judgemental look, “Missed me already?”

Her cheeks turned red at this and he looked over at Chris, walking up to him, “Sorry I’m late. Had to take the stairs.”

A giant question mark appeared on top of her head.

How in the hell did he use the stairs with that giant ass bike?

The elevator dinged at the end of the corridor and a horde of zombies stumbled out.

Another giant question mark appeared.

How in the hell did they use the elevator?

Leon glanced down at her standing next to him, seeing her eyeing the infected. She looked up at him, nodding as she tightened her grip on her gun. Leon returned the nod, unbeknownst to her, feeling nostalgic fighting by her side.

He ticked his head to the charged zombies as if going ‘after you’ to Chris.

God, was this day ever going to end?

The zombies snarled as they charged at the trio. One zipped in between Chris and the couple, separating them. Chris was forced to be in the opposite corridor, leaving them in the other.

As Leon was taking care of the one in front of him, gunshots were heard behind him. Each bullet he shot was to the head or the neck, and by throwing his eyes over his shoulder for a moment, he could see his wife was mimicking him.

It felt strangely good having her around again; it gave him a reason to push through this mission.

A hand gripped his ankle and Leon twisted it around, going on a deep kneel and shooting the zombie in the head. The muzzle of his Sentinel Nine was tinted red at every shot he took, he was never so focused before.

Meanwhile on the other end, So Ah had her hands full. These zombies; they reminded her of the ones she had seen at the H-Outbreak but the ones they were dealing with were more animalistic. They were attempting to grab her and sometimes they’d latch their gross hands around her ankle which she’d shoot and back away to place some space between her and them.

Subconsciously, Leon and So Ah stuck to each other, helping the other kill the horde. At some point, Leon went flat to the ground as she shot the one behind him and he did the same to her; from between her legs.

Was it silly? Probably – but whatever to stay alive.

An inevitable click came from the Matilda, urging her to reload it. As Leon kept the creatures at bay, So Ah hurriedly took out her last magazine to slam it into the gun but a zombie gripped her wrist, emitting a hitched gasp as she was yanked.

Leon’s ears instantly perked up to her, eyes snapping to the girl – he fully assumed that rotten teeth would’ve sunk into her flesh by now, but she was still fighting. Her lips formed a snarl, releasing her gun to let it clatter to the ground only to reach underneath her jacket.

Then his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the handcrafted dagger he had gifted her years ago.

So Ah pressed her arm against the zombie’s neck, not allowing him to bite into her other arm. From behind, she kicked back the walking dead, putting her whole strength and focus on their knee. A loud audible crack emitted from the one at the front, making him fall with a groan and the others nearby stumbled and toppled over.

She switched her attention back to the first one, having had enough of his snarling; he was also the last one in her part of the corridor. Gunshots from Leon’s side and guttural groans from hers, she was vaguely aware he had killed the ones on the ground.

The dagger glinted for a second before she sunk it down into the zombie’s head, deeply. The blood splattered onto her cheek when she yanked it out, letting him drop to the floor.

Her chest heaved at the adrenaline, unaware of how tight she was holding the magazine in the other. Her quick eyes searched for her gun through the basically a rug of deaddead bodies.

Chris’ rifle slid to her side and he picked it up, standing with the other two. He had blood drops all over his attire, similar to Leon and So Ah. Her once soft-coloured knitted jacket looked like it needed a twenty-four-hour wash to get rid of the grime.

“Rebecca’s running out of time!” Chris shouted, panting heavily.

Leon threw him a quick glance from the side, “Then let’s split up!”

“You go!” So Ah urged Chris, gripping the handle of her dagger tightly, “We got it here!”

Chris gave them a curt nod and went off, shooting the zombies out of the way. So Ah huffed under her breath, finding her gun next to a zombie on the ground. It was growling and waving its arms around from under the heavy bodies on top of it.

She twirled the knife to a correct grip and she brought it down, flinching to herself at the burning sensation at the back of her neck.

That was when Leon caught a glimpse of something shining on her finger; the ring. It sent an electric shock to his own, setting his veins on fire at the feeling. It threw him back to their wedding and that angelic appearance she had when they were exchanging rings.

When their highly respected friend said; “You may kiss the bride”, So Ah practically bounced in giddy, kissing Leon with her hands cradling his cheeks. He couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling her close by the waist.

That day was one of the many memorable events and possibly, one of the few happy memorable events. Every night for over two-hundred-and-thirteen days, the memory repeated around his head like a carousel.

It was unfair.

It was so goddamn unfair.

Growling in audible frustration at the whole situation, Leon took down the rest of the zombies from his side. When the last body dropped, So Ah stood up, taking her dagger out and looking over at Leon. The silence was so loud it was deafening.

His back was facing hers, his chest visibly heaving and his hands were clenching by his side – of course, his finger was off the trigger. He wouldn’t look at her when she slowly made her way towards him, worried he might’ve gotten hurt or even worse, bitten.

“Leon?” She asked gently, almost nervously.

His sharpsharp ices were glaring harshly at the ground. She still wore her ring. She never took it off. How could she?

After all she had done, she still cherishes something so broken?

So neglected?

How dare she make him think that the chemistry was still alive and more than ever between them?

More growls emitted at the end of the hallway, finding yet another horde sauntering from the stairs. Her hand hovered over his arm, stepping back with a dreadful feeling crawling up her back.

“Le–”

“Go find Chris,” Leon ordered lowly, reloading his gun and turning partially to look over at the zombies, “I’ll finish up around here.”

“What – no–” Her eyes widened, shaking her head, “I can help.”

“Now’s not the time for you to be stubborn, So Ah.” Leon snapped, staring at her darkly, “Go. Now.”

So Ah went quiet under his eyes. The conflict was more than evident along with something else she couldn’t put her finger on. Hesitantly, she looked over her shoulder at the zombies.

Instead of listening to him just yet, she hurriedly grabbed his hand to set her dagger on his open palm. Leon blinked at her action, brows forming a deep crease in the centre.

“What–”

“Just so you’d have a reason to come back,” So Ah said, pushing his fingers to curl around the handle, “To return it to me.”

His hand twitched under her touch and she held his hand for a moment.

“Be safe.”

It was evident she didn’t want to go and leave him to deal with those feral creatures alone. With this line of work, death was looming from every corner, forcing you to treat every day like it might be the last.

So Ah stood on her tiptoes, planting a faint peck on his cheek, her cinnamons softsoft and utterly worried as she whispered, “Please.”

Leon watched her step away from him before jogging past him, picking up her gun from the ground as she turned the corner. Her footsteps gradually grew distant. The sound of the snarls took his attention away from the heat rushing up the sides of his neck and to his ears at the lingering kiss on his cheek.

Leon holstered her knife into his belt with a faint scoff – a chuckle. Ticking his head to the side at the charging zombies, he held his gun, aiming it at them. A newfound determination and hope within him.

“Better make this quick.” Leon quipped wittily, “I got something to return.”

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pastel-omegas-blog · 1 year

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Chapter three. Chapter five

CHAPTER FOUR

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness.

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‡ One month earlier ‡

The first week after M/N had ' miraculously ' recovered he had to deal with his cousin stuck by his side constantly.

If he wanted to open the windows? " No. Your still to weak to be getting up. I'll do it "

Wanted to read a book ?

" No. You need to be resting, not filling your head with more load. The gods this child. "

Wanted to pour himself a cup of tea?

" Are you crazy?!! What if your hand goes limp and you pour hot leaf water on yourself! "

If he wanted to use the bathroom.

" I'm coming with you. Now don't give me that your embarrassed crap. I washed your ass before and ain't nothing changed. "

When he opened his eyes from a small nap?

There she was sleeping by his side, her hands clasped desperately around his bony fingers.

Any normal person would have found it mildly annoying and would have blown up by now, but the omegan male didn't.

Because everytime Aria scolded him he would catch a glimpse of relief and fear in her golden hues. Relief that he had managed to overcome the death that countless doctors had told her would eventually happen. A death that almost everyone seemed to be praying for. A death that would shatter her completely. He had woken up by some miracle and was recovering rapidly In just the few days he had been awake. The thought made her heart overflow with joy, but then a fear came to her mind.

What if it was all just a hoax ?

Like in the chatters she heard from other noble ladies or the stories she had read in her medical journals.

On the brink of death the victim would suddenly bounce back to full health, as if nothing was ever wrong to begin with. They would go back to their normal activities with a smile and for a moment it would be ike they had miraculously made a full recovery, that luck was on their side. They would be able to happily live their lives to the absolute fullest. Be able to spend time and create happy memories with their family and loved ones.

Only to wind up dead.

Simply gone like they had never stood up from their death beds. The healthy glow they had to them would disappear without a trace as their corpse laid there cold and pale.

And the time of recovery to when death came for it's bounty varied. From a few hours, to days, weeks, or even a month.

Aria felt the joy go cold like a steel blade as it sunk itself into her heart.

What if her baby cousin was a case like that? A spontaneous miracle that would turn to a mournful loss.

The thought scared her so much that she couldn't bring herself to leave the s/c man's side, what if she came back and all she found was his lifeless corpse?

It wasn't until the second weak and with presistent coaxing from the younger that she finally calmed down a bit. She wasn't as glued to his side, but any grunt of discomfort had her fussing over him all over again.

M/N had to stand his ground after that. Not that he hated the constant attention he was getting. No in fact it was the complete opposite. He absolutely loved being cuddled by the older omega. Whether it was because he had always adored Aria or he was completely touched starved he couldn't exactly tell, but he had to put an end to it.

All of her constant attention was paying off on him. He could walk on his own now with out much support, his flesh didn't look as if it was painted to his skeleton anymore as she had been stuffing him with food and his phermones were staring to perk up again, the grimy smell of sweat and boiled herbs leaving as his sweet scent of honey and peaches started to come back slowly. He was making a speedy recovery under her care. But her attention had been focused only on the h/c male as she had been neglecting herself.

Her expression had certainly brightened up since he woke up, but that was it. The bags under her eyes had grown darker, her usually rich chocolate colour looked like it was fading, her cheekbones were showing more and her scent was becoming weaker.

It brought an argument between the two of them. Aria screaming at him that she needed to take care of him and M/N refusing because she wouldn't take care of herself. Their back and forth banter was exhausting and at one point had led into both omegas baring their fangs at each other.

The petite male's actually growling at her shocked Aria more than she thought it would.

The M/N she knew was always docile. Never spoke up against other people's decision and always went along with what people chose for him. He never challenged anyone on a matter even if he had the power to do so as the son of a duke and as the then emperor. It was why he never changed his style of those ridiculous clothes he had been made to wear. It was the decision of the late Emperor and her baby cousin despite knowing what it would do to his social life if he wore them agreed. And he was the only one who had to bare all the harsh words and shame that came along with it. She had tried to pressure him to stand up for himself, because his dick of a husband was clearly not going to and he would always nod his head that he would. The man never did.

Yet here he was. His eyes narrowed , his normally soft e/c hues darkened with an anger that she had never seen before, his lips pulled back to reveal a snarl as he bared his small fangs at her,a growl rumbling deep in his chest as he stared the raven haired women down.

The silence between the two of them was deafening as neither wanted to back down, but unexpectedly Aria laughed.

It started as a soft giggle, then a chuckle before erupting into a full blown laughter catching the s/c male off guard. The tense atmosphere died down as the dark haired woman moved forward to place a hand on his head ruffling his soft locks and gaining a whine from him.

" This is what I was saying. Stand up for yourself from now on okay? You shouldn't be backing down to anyone " she said those words with a proud smile on her face and the other couldn't help but laugh as well, nodding in understatement.

Just like that Aria's mind became at rest. There was still the fear hidden deep within her, rearing it's ugly head every once in a while, but she always managed to force it back down. She wouldn't let it win.

M/N wouldn't say he enjoyed his new found alone time. He missed being cuddled and having his every need been taken care of, but Aria had finally started taking proper care of herself and he loved watching the sparkle and fierceness come back to her gold hues, her hair becoming silky than it had ever been, her beautiful chocolate coloured skin glowing in richness. Her body getting curvy in all the right places as she filled in nicely, her clothes becoming to snug to on her and showing off her new voluptuous from. Her change in appearance could even be considered drastic, just like he's sudden change. They both looked like completely different people. Like Aria had put it.

They had finally blossomed.

If it had been before, when the h/c male had looked at the world differently, he would have praised the god for finally answering his prayers. For giving him a desirable body so he would be able to win Marrav over ( completely disregarding the fact that he might have inherited it from his mother) he would have probably made a donation to the temple to show his faith and greatfulness and being merciful to him and his mother figure. But as he held a beautifully decorated glowing red ruby like in his hands he knew otherwise.

The gem was oval like in shape and it was the size of his palm. It was surrounded by big milky white pearls and two gold chip like pieces at the pointed ends. Whenever he looked inside he could see soft colours of blue, lavender, green, orange, silver, white and gold swirling around, but the thing that stood out amongst all this was the golden cross embedded in the middle. Other than it was a pretty design the symbol reminded him of the crazed deity that had given him comfort in that dark endless abyss. In fact if he turned it sideways, it reminded him of the creature's eye staring right at him, how the gem shone in the sunlight creeping through his open curtains reminded him of the sadistic gleam in their eyes, it didn't help that at times the cross itself seemed to glow and move ever so slightly away from the center, further solidifying his theory.

Apart from how pretty it looked. It was powerful.

It took about half an hour of staring at the thing for him to figure out the colours floating inside the gem's core were månå streams.

RAW PURE MÅNÅ STREAMS!

They were all just swimming around in it, holding different månå affinities, both normal earthly månå and spiritual

Blue - Water.

Orange - Fire.

Green - Earth.

Silver - Wind.

Lavender - Healing.

Gold - Holy light.

White - The ability to merge other månå elements together.

A rare månå affinity that was said to only be a rumour. An ability so strong that the mere name of it caused seasoned warriors and magicians from all races to shiver in fear.

He had it.

He noticed bits of black floating around as well, but he decided to ignore that.

M/N didn't even know what to do with it at first. All this power was literally in the palm of his hand.

He could literally decided to over throw the Emperor and take the kingdom for himself and nobody would be able to stop him.

But he couldn't.

Because he didn't know how to use the damn thing!

There weren't any ancient inscriptions on it like with all those long forgotten swords from the ancient Empire. The books he had Aria get for him that held knowledge of månå stone and gems also proved to be useless, nothing in them even mentioning about that a gem that had different types of månå elements flowing through it, they usually focused on only one particular element.

Nothing like the monstrosity he held in his hands. So he was back to square zero literally have no leads on what to do.

It vexed.

Without knowing how to use it the gem was nothing more than useless shiny rock. He had to drop it inside his drawer to look away from it, because he feared the anger boiling on him would make him throw the gem at the wall of his room and shatter it. He reluctantly brought it back out to stare at it.

Longingly eyes watching, staring into it's surface and it felt as if the cross was staring stare into his soul. The soft glow of it felt like it was mocking him.

After that it was hard not to feel helpless for a few minutes. How could he not?

Apart from the infinite possibilities it held the omega had been happy for a small moment. Happy that he would finally be able to use månå for the first time since his was closed off when he was only a pup.

He bit his bottom lip softly as an attempt to stop the tears brimming at the corner of his eyes.

He could remember being chained in the center of a magic circle, high council members of the Temple surrounding him as they shouted out chants. He could still remember the burning pain in his veins as they forcibly drained every bit of his månå reserve. Only leaving just a small amount. Enough for him to survive, but he would never be able to draw out månå again, never be able to use magic. They had taken that away from him, taken his chance of ever having a promising future, simply because they were afraid of what he could become.

They were scared of something that could possibly threaten their high positions in power, so they stole the future of a young child and condemned him to a life of suffering and rejection.

He didn't notice when the soft nibble on his bottom lip turned to a harsh bite , his fangs digging into the soft skin and drawing blood. He only noticed when the gem began to rattle softly in his grip, shining a soft bright red color, the cross now gone from it's original position instead ' looking ' straight at him- No. Not at him. It was focused on the blood that had started dripping down his chin. The emotion that seemed to be swirling in it caught the s/c omega's attention. He knew it to well after all.

It was desperation.

It made a haughty smirk appear on his blood stained lips, the helpless look from before gone as if it was never there. Looks like he finally got a response.

He brought the jewel closer to his lips watching how the cross began to shake feverishly it's shine getting brighter as it neared the h/c male's wounded lips, only for the omega to pull away. An amused look showing in his e/c hues as the jewel seemed to glare at him.

" Awww don't glare at me like that. You seemed to be enjoying yourself when you watching me look all pitiful, so it's only fair I have some fun too~ " the man said coyly a laugh escaping his lips as the jewel seemed to growl in protest. The pleased look on his face quickly vanished and an unreadable expression took place as he brought the object to his face turning it sideways to stare right into the huge ' eye '.

" I know who you are, so I don't need to prod you for that. Why you followed me here I don't know nor do I care. I just want you to lend me your power ". A serious expression took place on the s/c man's face as he stared at the object waiting to see it's reaction. What he got was the jewel glowing a dark red almost blinding him and he had to shut his eyes close to keep his vision intact, when the glow calmed down the h/c man opened his eyes a frown tugging on his blood stained lips. " I'll take that as a 'No ' " he mumbled bringing his free hand to rub his temples, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips, in response to his comment the cross shoke around.

Waving his free hand in surrender M/N spoke up again.

" Fine, fine. I guess a came on a little too cocky on that demand " the omega started softly ignoring the look the 'eye ' threw at him. " So what about this? We make a deal. Help each other with our goals.... " The petite male started only continuing when the object was staring directly at him.

" Let's be honest if you were to appear to anyone else you would either be purge as a demonic entity because of the dark månå flowing off you, or you would be found by a greedy noble who would never give you what you want. That's why you came to me isn't it ? " M/N took it's silence as a yes .

" I can help you with want you, but it will be for a price of course. You already know what I want. So what is your desire? I will do what I can in my power to make sure you attain it as long as I will be rewarded. " The omega stated firmly waiting for the gem to respond in anyway it could.

As long as he would be able to get his revenge it didn't matter what it would take. He would do it.

" I WaNT tO Be A gOd AGAIN "

The sudden voice spooked the petite male and he almost dropped the jewel in shock. His heart beating rapidly in his chest, his eyes widening as he recognized it.

It was the same one from the void

As his heart calmed down, it took a few second for his mind to process the words before they finally sunk in.

A god? Really? He hadn't been expecting to hear that.

" I kNEw iT wOUld Be A feAt TO IMPossIbLE- "

The voices started again only to be cut off by a soft giggle coming from the h/c man, then a chuckle, before it became a full on crazed laughter from the human.

" A god?! Hah! Never would I have expected to hear that " M/N managed to force out between laughs as he wiped a stray tear that had rolled down his cheeks.

Amused e/c eyes stared straight into the ' eye ' the smirk returning to his bloody lips. " If a god is what you want to become then so shall it be. You only need over a hundred loyal followers to be recognized as one. If you lend me your power I can make it happen, so won't you trust me and make a contract ? "

The being inside the gem couldn't help but have second thoughts as it stared at the man, but seeing the crazed and determined look behind his e/c eyes it couldn't help but smirk.

" FinE~ It's A DEaL . A bIT OF BlOoD WILL BInD uS ToGeTHeR As ONE~ "

The voice cooed out and M/N's smirk grew bigger. Bringing the jewel to his lips he placed a soft kiss on it smearing the blood on his lips on it.

At first nothing happened, then his body was enveloped in a red light and it felt lighting was passing through his veins. As quick as it started it ended. The gem in his hand glowed for a brief moment before it went dim, shakily the petite male managed to untangle himself from his sheets, his feet hitting the cold floor as he made his way to the full length body mirror at the farthest corner of his room.

The first thing he noticed about his appearance were his now orange coloured cat like eyes, the next was the wound on his lips was completely healed , then the next were the golden lines running through his body. From his face to his arms , chest, stomach, legs , they were everywhere glowing slightly everyone once in a while.

" Remember what you promised me. "

The voice ringing in his head snapped him out of his thoughts. " If you fail to keep to your promise I'll take your measly soul for compensation " it warned ,but the omega simply brushed it off. " Oh don't worry I won't " his voice had a sickly sweet ring to it as he still stared at his strange new appearance, snapping his fingers as a test and he watched his appearance fade back to his original look.

" In fact. I have the perfect candidate to be your first follower " the h/c male hummed out in a sing song tone as he made his way back to the bed, not wanting Aria to find him out of bed lest he received another scolding. " I just need to break his moral first and that's where I need your power " his words caught the beings attention. " You already want to start using månå in this weak state of yours ? " It asked bewilderment laced in it's voice making the h/c man scowl. " I know I'm weak, no need to rub it in " he muttered ignoring the laughter coming from the being " And he's not worthy to waste any power on. I just want to you to spread a rumour. Can you do that ? ". It was the voice turn to scoff. " Of course I can. What do you take me for. But why a baseless rumor ? " It asked curious to the the petite male's plan.

" Because people love to talk that's why "

he replied, gazing out the window with a soft smile on his plump lips. " Don't you know? Even the smallest rumor can be the down fall of a mighty empire. Rumors are a poison, whether there true or not is none of peoples concern. They just want to be able to mock others so they can feel better about themselves."

The h/c man explained his smile almost looking sinister.

" Especially if they think that someone is better than them. "

#omegaverse #mc #nobility #omega male reader #dearly detested #leon #x omega male reader #aria #x male reader

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haitaniapologist · 2 years

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ONLY LOVE CAN HURT LIKE THIS.

pairings — king! shiba taiju x lady madarame! reader.

genre — angst, a bit of fluff, smut, enemies to lovers ish.

warnings — an unhealthy obsession with using dashes instead of commas, sentences with strange structures and grammatical errors because english isn’t my first language, yearning, mentions of domestic violence, death of a minor character, misogyny (not from taiju), shion is a pain in the ass, oral (m->f), a bit of breeding & size k*nk, a pregnancy. if i forgot anything let me know.

word counting — 14k

tagging — @tooweirdforyou @1900-aria @etheralyonn @lonnie19 @sincerelyraylene @chronic-claire-universe @sanzu-s @aqualesha @winterv-black @nanamis-wifey-reye @softbajis @crown5

notes — sobbing. the hold this man has on me, i swear. but!! this is the last part of the first batch of the royal aus, focusing on a knight and two kings. next one will probably start in late june, with izana, ran and baji! hoping you guys will enjoy <3

likes, comments, reblogs, asks, everything is appreacited !!! NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“shion, for god’s sake, if you don’t stop shaking your leg, i will murder you.”

the carriage wasn’t small, far from it, but your husband was too huge for it — and, it seemed, he was the only one comfortable inside it. you were crumpled at his side, and you were almost puking by the close proximity. shion and hajime were sitting in front of you, poor koko having to deal with the king’s long and strong legs, and you were facing your brother — who, for a reason you didn’t understand, was nervous and bouncing his leg just to prolong your suffering.

shion averted his eyes to his king, an annoyed frown on his scarred lips. “will you let your wife speak like that to your most trusted counselor?”

taiju chuckled, and you wanted nothing more than to just strangle him. “y/n is your queen, she can speak as freely as she wants.” you hated how your name left his lips, but you looked smugly at your brother. “and your sister, too.” you didn’t fail to notice how gloom your husband seemed saying that — but it was his fault for losing his siblings.

“half sister.”

you couldn’t pretend you weren’t hurt by shion’s words. your emotions weren't in the best conditions since you and your husband attended king takeomi’s marriage. it seemed like destiny was rubbing with salt a wound in your skin, looking at the happy looking couple — you were happy for them, because they married for love, and you wished you could’ve had the same destiny. you were supposed to, at least. and shion had always been unnecessarily mean to you since your childhood, but you never cared. but you envied the queen of brahman, and you noticed how her life was what you’ve always dreamed about: a loving marriage and a good relationship with your brother.

you felt a warm hand on your face, and a thumb wiping some tears you didn’t know you were crying. “apologize, shion.” your husband’s deep voice resounded inside the carriage, and you unravelled yourself from his touch, heart racing.

you failed to notice the hurt on his face, but that was what he deserved, taiju supposed.

you were looking at the view outside the window, feeling shion’s feet nudge yours. “i am sorry, daisy.” you cringed at the sound of your childhood nickname — earned after you fell on a flowerbed of daisies trying to steal some jelly tarts when you were four. but before you could say anything, taiju spoke up again.

“daisy?” he asked with curiosity lacing his voice, and your eyes widened. you started to shake your head to shion, but the smile on his lips told you nothing would change his mind. even kokonoi seemed curious to know — he knew about your nickname, growing up alongside you and your cousins, but he never heard the story behind it.

“you see, my king.” smugness was lacing your brother’s voice, and you already felt the heat on your cheeks. “your wife fell in a flowerbed of daisies, after trying to steal fresh jelly tarts from the kitchen.” if you could, you would become one with the carriage cushion, your eyes throwing daggers at shion. how could he? he knew how much you hated taiju and how you didn’t want him to know anything about you.

you didn’t know who you hated more.

taiju’s soft laugh made your blood boil, and his hand on your thigh was like a burning ember on your skin. “daisy, huh?”

“do not ever call me that.” he only smirked at you, and before you could try to start an argument with him, kokonoi spoke up.

“since the four of us are in the same place without being at each other’s throats, why do not we discuss how our kingdom can take advantage of the war situation?”

“go on, kokonoi.” your husband commanded, the hand on your thigh squeezing your flesh. you tried to ignore the feelings rising up to your chest — you’ve hated him for the past six months since you, begrudgingly, said yes to being his wife, why now would it be different? taiju hadn't changed anything since the black dragon caravan arrived to takeomi’s wedding. he was the same rude, violent and ruthless man from before.

the same man who killed your mother even though he was betrothed to you since you were born.

—

being queen was easier than you expected.

after returning home from the trip to brahman, you had a few things to do. mainly regarding the charity places you supported through the country, or organizing the victory ball. your husband insisted black dragon had one, to show the people how well the country was with his rule. and you needed to admit — you never saw black dragon faring so well.

your uncle wasn't a good king, always drinking and playing cards to even care what was happening in his home, leaving the kingdom to be ruled by your late cousin, princess akane. she was good and kind, in contrast with her father, but she couldn't do much before he died. but both of them perished together in a fire in the summer palace of the royal family, on the same day your mother died, and your cousin seishu fled the kingdom before he could take the throne. and in a beautifully thought-out coup of etat, taiju was crowned king.

you sighed.

you didn't like to think about that day, two years ago. your whole world was shattered at your feet, and to see your mother's lifeless body resting in her bed after taiju, who was your betrothed at the time, delivered her — face and hands tainted with her blood — was like your worst nightmare coming true.

the gardener cleared his throat, and you blinked your eyes. oh — you were supposed to be making the decisions of the ball’s decoration. would it be a cruel joke if you chose daisies for the flowers decorating the ballroom? they were your favorite flowers, and used to be your mother's too. you shrugged at the garden, a thinking expression on your face. “daisies would be lovely. what about some water lilies, too? maybe the blue ones?” you suggested, the blue color representing the shiba dynasty.

you wondered when taiju's patience would break, and he would impregnate you.

it would be soon, you thought. he was getting more touchy day by day, and sometimes you woke up with him having an arm around your waist. maybe he was trying to get you comfortable with his touch, but his skin on yours always felt like a million needles were penetrating your skin at the same time. maybe if you didn’t see him carrying your mother’s lifeless body and with more blood on his clothes and skin than he was supposed to be for someone who just found her in the road, you would already be carrying his heir.

you sighed, dismissing the gardener. you didn't have anything else to do, now. the decorations of the ballroom was the last thing you needed to decide on, and now the preparations could fully start. you didn't have any meetings to attend to, and you knew your husband was only doing paperwork now. you pondered who you should pester — kokonoi or shion. you were still pissed with your brother from how he treated you and for revealing an embarrassing story of yours, so koko would it be.

he was in his office, of course. as the minister of the finances, he had a lot of work to do, but you were childhood friends — one year younger than him and seishu, you grew up as their honorary younger sister. it was simple times, and you missed them. now, you were married to the murderer of your mother, and hajime was still looking for your cousin.

his office was almost like your second home, and koko never cared about having your company. you would always help him in some matters he was struggling with, and you always made sure he took breaks from time to time. he never expected, however, that your husband would appear in his office exactly when you two were chatting excitedly about a new market trade koko managed to strike with toman.

“i hope i am not interrupting anything.” hajime knew what your husband was implying, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at your expression. when would you leave your state of denial, and finally accept that you loved taiju?

you always did, after all.

—

“mama.” you whispered, a hand holding tightly your mother's skirt. her kind blue eyes looked down at you while she examined the work the maids did on your big brother. shion hated to dress up to meet new people, and today the shibas were going to visit the madarames.

“yes, my daisy?” she whispered back, a warm hand cupping your cheek. you were already eight, and it seemed like it was yesterday when you were nothing but a baby that needed her for everything.

you felt your cheeks heat up, remembering shion's words. “brother said lord taiju won't like me.” it would be the first time you would be meeting your betrothed. he was two years younger than shion, and they seemed to be good friends — and your brother said he didn't like fierce girls like you, making you worried. lord taiju was supposed to be your knight in shining armor, but what if he didn't like you?

“nonsense, y/n.” your mother lightly scolded you, her eyes returning to shion's figure for a second. “you are beautiful, kind, and fun to be around. why would not he likes you?” she asked, wondering what her stepson told you.

“brother said he doesn't like fierce girls like me.” you admitted.

“well, then it will be his loss, alright?” you nodded, and she caressed your cheek. shion got ready as soon as the maids finished prepping him up, and you gripped your mother's hand, following her and your older brother to the meeting room, where your family would wait for the shibas to arrive.

when the guards announced the family, you hid behind your mother's legs — hearing the chuckles of her and your father. you could only see the legs and feet of the shibas, and you smiled, seeing a dress. maybe you could make a new friend. “i am sorry about my daughter. she is quite shy when meeting new people, and she is even more nervous now to meet her future husband.” your father explained and you heard shion’s sneer, and you huffed.

your mother turned in your direction, a smile adorning her lips. “go on, my daisy.” she encouraged you, and even shion was giving you something you thought to be a smile after your father scolded him.

as soon as you were out from your hiding spot, a bouquet of lilies was shoved in your face.

“taiju!” a feminine voice scolded him while you took the bouquet from your betrothed's hands, cheeks red, looking at him for the first time. the only boys you knew were shion, your cousin seishu and his friend hajime, but taiju was more beautiful than all of them.

you smiled, feeling a wave of boldness and kissing his cheek. “thank you, lord taiju!”

“i-it was nothing, lady y/n.”

—

you woke up suddenly, your body jolting from the laid position to a sitting one, hand on your chest. why were you dreaming of him? taiju couldn't leave you even alone in your dreams?

speaking of your husband, you could still feel his warmth from where he was sleeping, and you saw his silhouette getting ready to start the day. you didn't mean to ogle, far from that — but the flex of his back muscles, alongside the black cross tattoo he had on his skin, was hypnotizing to watch. as soon as he was ready, you pretended you had just woken up.

“good morning, wife.” he muttered while tying his boots.

you nodded. “morning.” you weren't supposed to be kind to him in private, but seeing his child version in your dreams made your heart soften, just a little bit. you remembered the day when you first met him fondly, and you wondered when everything changed — and why became such a monster. “where are you going?”

he raised a brow at your curiosity, and you just scoffed, getting up from the bed and walking towards your dressing table to fix your hair.

“i am going to pray in the chapel.” he answered, and you were at a loss for words. you knew your husband was religious and often did that, but today his actions seemed different. “i pray for your first ball as queen to go smoothly, y/n.” you wanted to wipe away from his face the soft smile he was giving you.

“thank you, husband.” you muttered while you watched him go by the mirror of your dressing table, sighing.

soon, your maids were to arrive to prepare you. it was ball day, so you were expected to check if everything was as you wanted, and to retire earlier from your queenly duties to get ready. you had a new dress and a new diamond necklace, courtesy of your husband, to use. you looked at yourself in the mirror, heart heavy — why were you missing your husband's voice telling you about what he had to do? why were you missing his company?

you pinched your arm, hissing at the pain. then, you slapped your cheeks, a scowl on your face.

a stupid dream wouldn't make your feelings change.

“my queen? is everything alright?” the main maid asked, and you felt the heat coming up to your cheeks. you didn’t notice when they arrived. the younger ones were trying their hardest to control their giggles, and you didn’t have the heart to scold them — you never did, after all.

“yes.” you answered, chuckling at the younger girls. “i am just nervous.”

they hummed, and you allowed them to start their ministrations, smiling at your image in the full length mirror they brought into the door. you ate breakfast with your brother, and something tugged your heart when you noticed taiju wasn’t inside the room — was he avoiding you? why was he doing that? shion scoffed at your face, and you kicked him under the table, but thanked the cook nonetheless.

“you are hopeless.” shion muttered, and you gave him a dirty look. what did he know? nothing. he was the one who firstly supported taiju on his claim to the throne and the one who said that your betrothal to him never ended, even if he was considered a traitor before your uncle died.

you turned to him, bringing a fresh strawberry to your mouth. “hopeless for what exactly, brother?”

shion just smirked at you, and you swore you wanted nothing more than to just take a butter knife and pierce it through his skin. you hated when he smiled at you like that, as if he knew more than you just because he was four years older than you. “when you are going to stop pretending you do not love taiju?”

you opened your mouth to say anything — either to deny or curse him — but nothing came from your mouth.

“see? you can not even deny it.” he smiled at you, and it seemed like your senses returned to your body. you kicked him under the table once more, abruptly getting up and gathering you skirt.

“i do not… l-love him.” that stupid smile didn't leave your brother's face, especially after when you suttered.

you left the dining room with shion's laugh intertwining itself in your legs, almost making you fall for how quickly you were taking to get away from him. throughout the day, your heart was hammering inside your ribcage and everyone could see how on edge you seemed to be, and you hoped they thought it was because you were nervous because of the ball.

you made sure everything was like you remembered. you tried to make the ball an almost copy of one your mother was the hostess when you were a teen — the color pallet for women was pastel and light colors, men weren't supposed to wear suit jackets, and the flowers were white. you added blue flowers to not hear taiju complaining, though. the food was delicious, with tasty delicacies and delicious sweets, and the music was on tune. you made sure that the orchestra was going to play all of your mother's favorites, and you remembered fondly how she and your father enjoyed dancing — they always reserved the first and last dance for each other.

time for lunch was near, and you asked your maids if they couldn't bring the lunch to your makeshift study room — your uncle didn't let your aunt have one, so you were using an old guest room as one until yours was finished — because you weren't ready to face your husband again. and you knew lunch was the only time you could spend on his company on a ball day, since after it you would spend the afternoon and a bit of the evening getting ready.

bathing, shaving, relaxing — your maids made sure that you received the best treatment after a quiet lunch, and you appreciated their effort. they always knew when you needed an extra shoulder massage or a gentler treatment. you liked to hear them talk about their day and life, and you wished yours could be simpler. you wished you had the guts to run away when seishu asked if you didn't want to go with him, but you couldn't leave shion behind.

maybe you should have.

you sighed, feeling the cold feeling of the silk hugging your skin. the light blue color of it accentuated the glow of your skin, and you needed to agree that the necklace taiju gave you was beautiful. you touched it softly with your fingertips while the main maid placed the crown atop of your head, your eyes meeting your husband's throughout the mirror. when did he arrive?

the maids promptly bowed and left the room when they noticed the king, and taiju leaned against the wall. you were still looking at your appearance in the mirror — you really looked like a queen.

“you are the most beautiful woman of this kingdom, daisy.” you made a strangled sound hearing the nickname coming from his mouth, and taiju chuckled. he was so lucky to have married you — even though you looked like you were going to a funeral on your wedding day.

you said nothing more, avoiding his gaze, and taiju expected it. he deserved it, actually — he wasn't able to save your mother, after all. and he was a monster, and he knew that very well. every time he looked at the empty seats besides him, which were destined to his siblings, he was reminded of how badly he treated them — threatening to kill the two people he loved most if they didn't agree to his claim to the throne.

your hand on his arm took him out of his thoughts, and you had a worried frown adorning your graceful features. “shall we go, husband?” he nodded, offering his arm to you.

his smell was intoxicating. you tried not to think how well he looked without formal clothing, just wearing a white blouse and black trousers, or how his hair seemed to glow below the golden crown. everyone inside the castle paused to look at you two walking — you and taiju were a stunning couple, and even though it seemed like being near him hurt you physically, it was still a beautiful sight to witness.

reaching the ballroom, you took a deep breath and the facade of a devoted and loving queen took over you. a guard announced you and your husband to those inside the room, and you could hear a few gasps. for many, it was the first time seeing the king and the queen together since the marriage, and you didn't want anyone talking about your relationship with taiju behind your back.

you gave your husband a puzzled look when he started to lead you to the dance floor instead of a social circle, and he smiled. “the first dance of a ball always belongs to us, y/n.”

such tradition wasn't one you knew about, but you didn't care if he was making it on the spot. if you two danced already, maybe he wouldn't ask for another one. you got in formation, one hand on his shoulder and the other intertwined with his, and a shiver ran down your spine of the feeling of his large one in the middle of your back.

the melody that started was a melancholic one, maybe not suited for newly-weds to dance, but it was one of your mother's favorites. taiju led you through the room, and you nervously looked at the faces observing you two. “eyes on me, daisy.” he commanded, but you didn't want to obey. you were on edge since you woke up, and being near his presence made your mind dizzy — but your eyes involuntarily found his golden ones, and you almost drowned in them. it was probably the first time you really looked at taiju in the eye since your mother died, and you understood why you stopped doing it. his eyes were mesmerizing, and they hypnotized you.

dancing with him never felt like that before.

you almost drifted your orbs to a point behind his face, but taiju only brought your body closer to his, as if he was for you to not break eye contact with him. you nodded almost imperceptibly, lips parting sightly. it took everything on taiju to not kiss them, but he knew he needed to go slow with you — at least, with you, he could still mend what he broke. and that was his fuel to wake up every day, even if you treated him as if he was the scum of the earth. he knew that after knowing the truth, you would find it in your heart to forgive him.

taiju hoped, at least.

the music ended with the piano, and he kissed your forehead, bowing to your dumbfounded self — who at least had the mind to mimic his actions — hearing the claps of the invited. soon the dance floor was crowded with people, and you were stolen by your brother. taiju smiled at the sight of you dancing with shion — it reminded him of him and yuzuha, in times when her first dance always belonged to him. he wondered how his siblings were faring in tenjiku. he had hoped he would see them in takeomi's wedding, but, if they attend it, they probably were hiding from their older brother.

the ball went smoothly. after your dance with shion, you found yourself surrounded by the influential ladies of the kingdom, who were showering you with compliments — from your appearance, to the food, to the decorations of the ball. almost all of them knew you from childhood, from monthly afternoon tea your mother used to attend. only one was hosted in your home, and your mother made sure to show them how beautiful her daughter had grown. when their husbands asked them for a dance, you found yourself in hajime's company. he was a fun person to be around in balls, always knowing the newest gossip of the kingdom. you, him and seishu used to hide behind the pillars to hear what people were talking about, giggling when they said something you three could gush to your mothers later.

however, as you chatted and giggled alongside koko, you felt as if you were being observed. it didn't take long for you to meet your husband's eyes, and the emotion dripping from them made you confused — why it seemed he was angry at you? you weren't doing anything to embarrass him. maybe the count he was talking with said something that wasn't of his liking? every subject knew how fickle taiju's mood was, even though he was a charismatic leader. you didn't try to think much about it, but kokonoi knew what was happening.

taiju was jealous.

ever since he saw you and koko inside his office, something changed in him. hajime noticed how more observant he was when you two interacted — and it seemed he was at his break point. hajime only hoped his vein wouldn't pop off, or he would be a dead man. the ball ended with taiju proclaiming a well written speech, exalting the allied nations on their courage to fight a usurper, and you almost snorted — he was a usurper, who used the fact he was betrothed to a cousin of the royal family to feign a claim to the throne that was absurd. but you kept your composure, smiling and clapping when it was necessary. you two were the last to arrive but the first to leave, but something seemed different in the walk back to your shared chambers. taiju seemed tense, and you wondered if what happened when you were talking with koko was still the reason.

as soon as the door closed behind him, taiju gripped your arm. “do not touch me.” you spat, and his grip tightened. but, surprising you, it wasn't with the intention to hurt. “i said for you to let—”

“are you cheating on me with kokonoi?” he cut your complaint, and your eyes widened. what was he talking about? “do not act surprised on me, y/n. i see how close you two are.” you expect to find anger in his eyes — as was expected of a man having suspicions of infidelity coming from his wife — but you only saw hurt. “tell me, woman.” he spat.

“you can not accept the fact that a man and a woman can be friends?” your voice was laced with venom, and you managed to get away from his grip. you didn't understand why his suspicions hurt so much — or the fact he called you woman instead of wife —- but you didn't want to be in the same room as him any more. how could he think you saw kokonoi as something more than a brother? yes, you gave all the reasons for taiju to think that someday you would do such a thing like cheating on him, but you accept your fate in a loveless marriage as soon as you walked down the aisle. “go away.” you murmured, tears burning your eyes.

“y/n…” taiju started, his heart breaking by being the cause of your tears. he messed up everything again, didn't he? he let his anger speak for himself, once more.

“i do not want to see you.” you wiped your tears, turning your back to him.

how did you think things could change between you two?

you sighed when you heard the door closing again, walking towards your dressing table to get ready to sleep. the tears already took all the small amount of makeup your maids applied on your skin, but you still had a few more things to do.

—

you wanted to sleep. but you couldn't.

taiju's eyes were haunting you. every time you tried to close your own, you saw his golden orbs — how intense they looked while you two danced, or the hurt and anger dripping from them. you didn't like it, and even though you were the only who said you didn't want to be in the same room as him, you noticed you couldn't sleep if he wasn't at your side.

the door to your shared chambers opened and you instantly closed your eyes, hearing taiju's footsteps. he stopped in front of you, gently tucking you inside the covers before going to get ready for bed, and you knew he was aware you were awake. you opened your eyes again, orbs following his very movement until he got under the covers too.

his hands found your waist, bringing your back to rest on his warm chest, and you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks while he intertwined your legs. your better judgment was telling you to scream and kick him, to demand him to not touch you, to leave you alone and treat you as if you didn't exist — but another part inside you, the little girl who received a bouquet of lilies from him when she was eight, wanted nothing more than to just bask in his warmth.

you listened to her.

“i am sorry, y/n.” taiju whispered against the skin of your neck. “i did not mean to upset you.” you just nodded, not knowing what to say. he didn't mean to, but he did upset you. just an apology wouldn't do much. “i just feel jealous because i know what we have is just in the papers.” you parted your lips when he pressed a kiss to your neck, a soft whimper escaping them. “and i am not brave enough to make it a real marriage.”

“taiju…” you whispered in the night, but his arms tightening their hold on your waist shut you.

“i will make you fall in love with me again, do not worry.”

—

you thought last night was a dream.

if your head was on its right place, you would never let taiju touch you like that. or even find comfort in his warmth and feeling safe between his arms. shion probably put something inside something you drank in the ball, you were sure of it.

but you woke with your face facing taiju's shirtless chest, one of his hands on your lower back and the other on your waist, keeping you firmly inside the cage he made with his arms. your faces were centimeters away, and you could see all the small freckles his skin had — or the curve of his nose, or the baby hairs growing on his scalp. it was the closer you had even been near him, and when you noticed his eyelids fluttering, you hid your face on the crook of his neck, pretending to be asleep.

taijj changed his position, bringing you with him — now he was facing the ceiling and your head was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. the hand on your lower back was still there, but the one on your waist went to your head, stroking your hair. “i know you are awake, y/n.” taiju chuckled when he felt you huffing. “good morning.” you nodded, feeling too embarrassed to say anything else. you opened your eyes, being met with the sight of taiju's tattooed chest once more, but you could feel how his heart was beating differently. was he nervous? “morning…” you whispered, trying to get a view of the curtains to try to see how many hours you two slept. the feeling of his large hand stroking your curls was almost soothing, and maybe a day off — without him, of course — would be good. but taiju wasn't moving, and maybe he had the same idea as you. “i will call it a day off.” you made your intentions known, hoping he would get the hint.

“i was thinking about doing the same thing.” you weren't looking at him, but you knew he was smirking. you just rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“this is hard to believe, husband.” you knew how taiju was committed to his work as king, and a day off was something you never saw him taking since you married him six months ago. you tried to move from his hold, but he only held you tight, manoeuvring your body so you were laying on top of him. he was too warm — and you rested your face on his chest, his fingers going up and down on your spine. “i never saw you taking a day off.”

taiju hummed. “did not i say last night that i would win your love back?" you felt your cheeks heat up at the remembrance of what he said. “how will i do it if i spend the whole day in the office?”

“alright.” you answered embarrassed, and taiju kissed your hair, before manoeuvring your body back to the bed.

you watched as he got up and stretched, eyes ogling his back once more. you hid your face in the covers, avoiding looking at his naked chest. “i will tell a maid to bring us breakfast here, is that alright with you?”

“yes.” you answered, taking the covers out of your eyes, your orbs following taiju as he put a robe around his broad shoulders. “tell her to bring jelly tarts, please?” you asked, heart hammering inside your ribcage when taiju smiled down at you. it wasn't fair that his smiles were so stunning — you were supposed to be hating him, and not thinking such things.

you waited until he was out of the bedroom to get up from the bed, sitting on your dressing table. you didn't have much to do while you waited for him to come back with breakfast — you were sure the first poor servant he found would probably have a nosebleed seeing their king like that — and while you could brush your hair, you didn't want to try to do it again and be scolded by your maid.

soon, taiju was back with a few servants, and all of them were already blushing — and you watched as how redder their cheeks got when they saw you in nothing but a white nightgown. you knew what everyone was thinking about. maybe an heir was being made, finally.

but they weren't, and you didn't know if they would ever be made.

breakfast was pleasant. you ate your loved jelly tarts, and tried not to blush when taiju’s finger wiped a bit of jelly that stayed near your lips. it had been ages since you had a proper conversation with him, and it was a pleasant surprise to see that he wasn’t such a horrible company. he almost made you laugh twice, and you tried as you could to not let the giggles escape your lips. and it seemed as if he wanted to hear you laughing, making it his mission to hear your sweet laughter.

you spend the rest of your day with him. taiju made sure that no one would be bothering you, especially koko or your brother, and you two did things suited for couples — a stroll in the gardens, lunch on the balcony, horse riding and a little picnic. through the whole day, you felt yourself torn between two. the first half was the one who saw taiju carrying your mother's lifeless corpse, his whole body bloodied and guilty dancing in his eyes, the one who watched with anger on the eyes as taiju crowned himself after, probably, being the responsible for your cousin and uncle's death. the other half, however, was the little girl who wanted nothing than to marry him, and the woman who didn't want to have a loveless marriage.

every time you felt taiju's lips on your skin, or you heard his laugh, you knew the second half was winning. and you were angry at yourself for that — you had promised that you would never love him, that he would die before he saw a child being born out of your marriage. where was that girl? was she really going to be bought with kind words and sweet smiles?

such thoughts were plaguing you even when taiju had his arms against you once more, your back to his chest and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, sound asleep.

was you really falling in love with him? has this feeling always been inside you, but you never acted on them?

—

someday you would murder shion, you were sure of it.

he was the first one to notice how yours and your husband's relationship changed, and the smug smile on his lips was infuriating. why he always needed to be right? why, for just one time in your life, couldn’t you be the one giving him such a smile?

“do not even try to say something.” you said as soon as taiju left the dining room, after kissing your forehead and saying he would have a busy day, but you would always be in his mind. it was the first time he did that, and you thought it was because he felt you were more comfortable in his presence. and you were, in fact. it had been a few days since the night of the ball, and sometimes you even missed taiju when he needed to work late and couldn't be with you until you fell asleep. it was embarrassing, how dependent you became on his warmth to be able to sleep properly.

shion’s smile just grew bigger. “if you listen to your big broth—”

“oh, now i am not just your half sister?” even though it was just a friendly banter, your words held a bit of hurt in them.

“as i was saying.” shion gave you a dirty look, and you rolled your eyes. “if you listened to your big brother, you would not be in such a situation.” you raised a brow at him, wanting to know more of his well of wisdom. “i always told you that your hatred towards taiju was just a façade of love.”

you averted your eyes from his gaze, lowering it until it was on your plate. yes, shion told you that, but… but did taiju really have feelings for you? he acted as if he had, but what if he was only doing things so you two could consume your marriage and you get pregnant? you knew how manipulative he could be, but you didn’t want to believe that his feelings for you weren’t a real thing. “and?”

“i was right, was not i? i always am.” shion chuckled, seeing your flustered expression.

you got up, extending your hand towards your brother. “i think we should get going to our duties. we have a meeting together today, brother.”

shion got up as soon as your feet touched the ground, an arm sneaking around your shoulders and bringing you to an embrace. you didn’t understand why he was getting so affectionate, but maybe it was your mother’s death anniversary coming. both you and him got pretty emotional when the date was coming up, and that could only be the explanation for his actions. or he was happy you and taiju were getting along? he and your husband were childhood friends, and you wondered what taiju was telling him. “you always change the subject when i start talking about your feelings, do not you, daisy?”

“do not call me that.” you barked, starting to walk with your arms hugging your brother by his torso.

“why not, daisy?” he teased, and you pinched his waist, making him gasp.

“because i said so. i am your queen, you should respect me.”

you giggled at the expression on his face. “how can you be queen before me being king? that is unfair.”

“then marry taiju. i will gladly divorce him if that means you will be his husband.”

“as if.” shion had a disgusted expression on his face. the idea of being married to taiju was a cursed one — he wasn’t against the idea of having an affair with a man, but with taiju? no. the king was like a little brother to him. “whenever he will fuck me, he will be moaning your name.”

“s-shion!” you felt your cheeks hot and tried to stop to scold your older brother, but he kept walking, dragging you with him towards the room you would be meeting some nobles from the region you were born. they were nobles who were against the claim of your husband to the throne, staying faithful to taiju because he was married to you, someone who had inui’s blood flowing through your veins. you knew the talks would be centered about an heir, and you didn’t know if you would be able to endure them. of course, you didn’t want a rebellion to take place in your childhood home, but those nobles were only thinking about the privileges they had when your uncle was king — privileges which taiju took from them to give to others, who supported him since the beginning.

you were right about the meeting, but shion proved to be more understanding of your feelings. he defended your integrity of those disrespectful men — saying that you were still getting adjusted to queen’s life, and you wanted to be more suitable to the role before having a child to call yours.

after that meeting, you had a few other meetings to attend — most of them regarding the charity organizations you were the patron of, or with the staff of the castle. it was a busy day, and you hoped to see your husband at dinner, but it was just you, shion and hajime. the two almost laughed at your disappointed pout, but entertained you with stories of their day, maybe taiju was already in your shared room, probably too tired because of his day.

but he wasn't there, and when your maid left you — after helping you to get ready to sleep — you were left alone in a room that was supposed to be for two. you knew where your husband was, and you left the room tiptoeing, so nobody would suspect anything and follow you.

the walk to taiju's study was quicker than you expected. no encounters with maids or needing to hide — it seemed as if the universe wanted you to find him. you rolled your eyes when you saw the light coming from the door. of course, he was working late. he was doing that more and more, and while you admired his passion for his work, you were quite worried too. it wouldn't be good for his health to do that all the time.

what you didn't expect to find, however, was your husband sound asleep on his desk.

you closed the door carefully, walking towards him with careful steps. you never saw him sleeping — taiju always awoke before you and went to sleep after you, and that was a rare sight. he looked more peaceful without his signature frown on his face, and your fingers softly traced his features. his sharp nose, his angled cheekbones, his chin. taiju was a beautiful man, and you knew how many women — and men, too — badly wanted to be his mistress. but taiju would die before thinking about humiliating you like that.

you huffed, just thinking about that. he would never dare to do that to you — but it was just a hypothesis of something that could happen and, if shion's words were true, your husband loved you more than you thought. a smile made its way to your lips at the thought, and you bent down to press a chaste kiss to his forehead.

“taiju, husband.” you shook his shoulder, watching as his eyelids fluttered, and he opened his golden eyes, being met with your figure looming over his body.

you looked like an angel on taiju's eyes, and your face became red with the intensity of his glare. “i… why are you here, daisy?” he asked with sleep lacing his voice, his head still resting on the desk.

“it's late, taiju. you need to sleep.” you responded, offering your hand to him. “come.” authority was dripping from your voice, and taiju wasn't a fool to not do as he was told, getting up from his chair and intertwining your fingers with his.

you led him through the castle's corridors towards your shared chambers, and taiju followed you like a lost puppy. he was so tired, that he could sleep on the ground if you left him there to walk alone. he knew he was working more than he should, but the kingdom needed him all the time — he was worried about some intern threats from lords that were against his rule, and maybe he should've expect that to happen at least once.

too lost in his thoughts, taiju didn't notice when you two arrived in your chambers, you making him sit down on the bed and helping him get rid of his day clothes, handing him a clean pair of pajamas. “thank you, y/n.” he thanked you by kissing your hand, and you averted your gaze from his tattooed chest to the bed.

“it is nothing, taiju. just come to bed already.”

a chuckle escaped his lips at your reaction while he changed, and you just sneered at him in retaliation. you were too adorable for your own good, and taiju didn't know how much more he could live without kissing your lips senseless until he made you dumb and quiet, no more quick responses to anything he had to say.

you bit your lips when you felt his weight on the bed, but taiju's next words took you by surprise. “can you… can you hug me tonight instead, y/n?”

you turned your body towards him, seeing you defeated he looked. it wasn't easy to rule a kingdom, and you would do anything to not see such look on your husband's face again — as if the stress and his duty were like arrows piercing through his skin. you nodded, opening your arms to him and taiju promptly scooted closer to you, hugging you by the waist. his head found its comfort on your chest, and your hand started to stroke his hair.

“thank you, y/n.” taiju whispered, his voice muffled by your nightgown. he placed a kiss on your collarbone, and you shivered, but you only tightened your hold around him. “i lo— i appreciate this.”

was he… was he going to say what you thought? but before you could ask, you smiled to yourself, seeing taiju sleeping face once more.

—

as the days went by, your marriage to taiju was becoming more and more a real thing.

you decided to stop fighting with that part of yourself that hated him. you had never been happier in your life — everything seemed to be working in your favor, and even your relationship with your brother improved. you two still bantered a lot — that would never change — but shion seemed to be more considerate of your feelings, and you were more touchy with him, just like when you two were younger. taiju stopped being jealous of kokonoi, and you two only became closer — you held him while he cried for his love for your cousins, and he heard your conflicted feelings for your husband.

but, something that was still bothering you, was the lack of your study. you needed to have an office for yourself, even though there were plenty of rooms that you could use. but you wanted something that was yours and not someone else’s, a place that would be sacred for you, that you felt safe within its walls.

“where are you leading me to, husband?” you asked, while your husband had a firm grip on your hand, your eyes covered by a black piece of cloth.

“it’s a surprise, daisy. i can not tell you yet.” he answered, mischief lacing his words like vines, and you pouted. you hated surprises — you hated not knowing what was going to happen, and the feeling of anticipation when someone did what your husband was. “your pout will not make me indulge in your desires, y/n.”

you huffed and taiju chuckled.

you two walked in silence for a few more moments before your husband stopped, his presence now behind you, his hands coming to undo the lace behind your head. you opened your eyes, blinking them to get used to the light, looking puzzled at a door. “so?” you asked, turning your head to look at taiju’s looming figure in your back, his hands now on your shoulders.

“open it.” you did what you were told, and you almost broke down in tears.

it was a study room, beautifully decorated with everything you liked. the walls were of a mint green color, with paintings of nature and flowers, as well as tall bookshelves filled with the most variety of books. a big mahogany table was placed in front of a beautiful window, with its view to the garden. “it is all yours.” taiju whispered against your ear, pushing you to enter more into the room. you spinned around, giggles coming from your mouth — until you saw it. a painting of your family, that used to be in your father’s study back at your home.

you remembered the day your father commissioned it. you were twelve, shion was sixteen, and you two had a big fight before the painter arrived. you cried in your mother’s arms the whole time, telling her the horrible things your brother told you — that you were just his half sister, that you were an annoying little girl that would never be loved by her husband, that as soon as he became duke, he was going to break your betrothal to taiju and would ship you off to a foreign nation to never see you again. she just held you, but when your father called the family to pose, you saw how red shion’s ears were. after the painter went away, he asked for forgiveness — and you said how sorry you were too, since you were pestering him about learning how to fight. in the end, he gave you a piggyback ride to the training grounds and taught you how to defend yourself from creepy men, your mother smiling fondly at you two when dinner time arrived and you were both disheveled and sweaty.

you just noticed you were crying when you felt taiju’s fingers wiping the tears from your cheeks. “did you like it?” he asked, a worried frown on his face. you just nodded, eyes widen and mouth slightly agape due to his close proximity. “yes?” you nodded again, feeling as one of his hands came to rest in the back of your head and the other cupped you cheek, his thumb caressing your lips. your hands gripped his dress shirt and yanked him down to bring him closer, your eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips for a brief second before his lips crashed over yours.

the kiss tasted of tears and something bittersweet, as if none of you two thought it was real. you have wondered what kissing taiju would feel since forever, but your imagination could never be compared to reality. it seemed he was torn in between treating you like glass or kissing you like he truly wished you, and a tug on his shirt was enough to snap him out of it. taiju broke the kiss and lifted you up, his eyes never leaving yours. they were two little suns shining in your sky, and you were willing to pay the price of looking at them — just like that story of the boy who flew so close to the sun and died, you were willing to burn just to stay looking at them.

your husband placed you on top of your new desk, and he still towered over you. his lips were ghosting yours, and a shiver ran down your spine when he whispered against them. “daisy.” you hated the nickname, you really did, but the way they left taiju’s lips was sweeter than anything else. “my daisy.”

you nodded. “all yours.”

it was the confirmation he needed to kiss you once more, this time more brutal than the first time, teeth clenching with each other and hands roaming over your body. yours were on his hair, dishevelling it as much as you could, to show everyone inside that bloody castle that taiju belonged to you and only you — you did not seek fire, but your heart was aflame from what you felt for him. such feeling was not from earth, no. it was something else, something that burned without being seen, that made your skin turn upside down.

you broke the kiss in search for air, and taiju’s lips attached themselves to your neck, his hands grabbing your thighs. he sucked the sensitive skin of your neck, and you let a whimper from the feeling, at the same time the door opened.

“oh my god.” you heard shion’s voice and your face heated up, heart racing from shame. “i— you were trying to fuck my sister on her study?” shion asked dumbfounded, and you hid yourself behind taiju, who turned around to face your brother with the same intention. “never mind.” your brother answered himself, a disgusting expression on his face. “just… when you are ready, come to your study because we have some matters to discuss.”

your brother exited the room quickly, and your husband turned his body to face you once more. “duty calls, my daisy. but stay here, i will be back soon.”

you nodded, chasing taiju’s lips once more. this time, he managed to restrain himself, just giving your sweet ones a peck. as soon as taiju was out of your study, you started to explore it, after trying to rearrange your appearance. you knew the delicate hairstyle your maid did in the morning was now ruined, so you let your hair loose — it was sometimes a bother, but you enjoyed not having so much pressure on your head. you smiled, noticing that the paint of your family was in the walls across from your desk. you knew that whenever you felt down or not worthy of your position, your mother and father would remind you why you were there.

you explored everything you could, discovering all the little secrets inside your study, and your husband wasn’t back. maybe it was just like last night, and he caught himself trapped with work, so you decided to make him a visit. but you wished you had not.

arriving at taiju’s study, you noticed the door slightly ajar, and you could hear your brother’s and taiju’s voices, both of them sounding annoyed at something, and you hoped they weren't fighting.

“they demand what?” taiju asked, and you furrowed your browns.

“an heir.” shion answered, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. you didn’t… you didn’t feel ready to be a mother yet. last month you were cursing and hating taiju, not wanting to acknowledge your true feelings for him, and you didn’t even know if taiju felt the same yet. “they say they will only accept your claim when you impregnate my sister, then the next ruler will be of inui blood too.”

taiju sighed. “why they think i married your sister?” he asked, for no one in particular, and you didn’t see how shion’s eyes widened. “for her good locks? of course not. because of her claim, and just for that.” the king passed a hand through his face. “and i am trying to consummate my marriage, but your sister is more stubborn than i thought.”

you couldn’t hear anything more of their conversation. was everything a lie? when he said he would make you fall in love with him? all the touches, the smiles, the late night chats. the kiss — was the intensity of that kiss just a lie? was taiju trying to seduce you so you could give him a child? you felt sick, at the verge of throwing up everything you ate at breakfast and lunch. tears glossed over your vision, and you ran from there, your feet taking you to your chambers. you couldn’t believe you fell for his trick — you should’ve listened to the side of you that told yourself to hate him, to despise him until the end of his days, and not the naive little girl that wanted nothing more than to be loved by him.

“is that… is that true?” shion asked, quite dumbfounded. he was ready to punch taiju if he said that yes, he only married you because of your family bond to the former royal family. “you only married my sister because of her claim?”

“of course not, shion. i love y/n more than anything in this world. even if she didn’t have inui blood, she would still be my queen.”

—

you didn’t appear for dinner, and taiju was worried.

the maid told him you were in bed, not feeling well, and that scared him. what if he scared you away because of the kiss? what if you still hated him and didn’t want that? everyone could see how tense the king looked without the queen inside the room, and koko and shion wondered if something happened between the two of you. when they finally thought they would have peace from taiju’s pinning and after you and your bratty ways to not accept your feelings, it seemed everything returned to zero scale.

he couldn’t even eat properly, his plate almost untouched when taiju announced he would retreat to his chambers. he almost runned there, the dread on his stomach making him wanting to see you only growing stronger. and as soona s he opened the door and heard your sobs, he knew something was really wrong. did someone say nasty things to you? just the thought made his blood boil, and he approached you on the bed, curled up and crying your heart out. taiju kneeled beside you and started to wipe some of your tears.

“do not touch me.” you meekly said, and he gave you a puzzled look. you did nothing to take his hand from your face. “i told you to not touch me, taiju.” this time, however, you rolled on the bed and got up, his presence being too much for you to handle.

“what happened, y/n?” he asked, a worried frown on his face, and you laughed. he felt his heart break by your actions, as if you didn’t believe he was worried about you and your well-being. but he needed to know what happened, and he felt an unbridled rage just like… just like his siblings defied him. he swore he would never do that again — taiju understood how wrong his actions towards them, of slapping or punching them when he was upset, seeing how shion treated you. many times he saw you being a brat towards him, and he never did anything. but the king noticed that too late, and when he was ready to apologize and try to start over, his siblings fled the kingdom like they were criminals.

and to feel that, again, but towards you was something that made him sick. and you noticed a change in his behavior, too, and the fear in your eyes made him want to slap himself. no, you should never fear him — he would never do anything to you. he unclenched his fists. “please, tell me, daisy.”

“do not call me that!” you screamed, more tears flowing down your face. “you have what you want now, no? you made me fall for you and think you loved me, too.”

what? what were you saying?

“the last step was getting me pregnant, was not it? but now i know… now i know everything was a lie.” you laughed again, and the dread on taiju’s stomach only grew. did you hear what he said to shion? that couldn’t be true. he said he loved you, too. why didn't you believe that? “you are truly a monster, taiju. i do not know how i could think i loved you.”

“y/n, please, this is not what you are thinking.” he tried, feeling his voice quiver with unshed tears. you had already treated him as if he was the scum of the earth, as if he was the worst person alive, and it didn’t hurt as much as it was now.

“i do not want to hear anything from you, taiju. from now on, we will sleep in separate rooms and i do not want to hear from you ever again.” you made your intentions clear, even through tears. “i will give you your desired heir. but after you impregnate me, you will not ever touch me again.”

not, that couldn’t be happening. when he thought you were finally opening himself for him, when he thought you would finally be happy at his side, everyone crumbled. he watched powerless as you exited the room, but taiju needed to fight — he couldn’t let you walk away, like he did with his siblings.

but as soon as you heard his footsteps, you started to run.

“y/n, please!” please, believe me. please, have faith in my love for you.

“go away!” you turned to look at him, not noticing how close the stairs were — but taiju did.

the scream of your name got stuck on his throat as he saw you tripping in the stairs’ steps and taiju ran, thinking he could have reached you before something worse happened, but you had already fallen all the steps.

it seemed like the world had stopped around him as he watched your unconscious body in the end of the stairs — would he lose you too? he watched his mother dying, your mother dying. was lady destiny punishing him for his past actions? was everyone he loved going to leave him, until he was all alone in the world and bitter and broken?

a screaming maid broke his line of thought and he ran towards you, cradling your face on his lap. he hugged your body, feeling your warm blood wetting the hand that was on the back of your head. “call a doctor now, you useless shit!” he screamed at a servant, who promptly runned down the halls to venture himself in the city in search of the royal doctor. “do not leave me, please, y/n.” taiju whispered.

“i will gladly trade my life for yours, my love. but do not die on me like your mother did, please.”

—

as soon as the doctor arrived, taiju left you with shion and kokonoi. he couldn’t see you like that — pale, without your signature smile gracing your lips and heavy limbs. the walk to your chambers with your body nestled in his arms was the worst walk he ever did in his life, your blood drying on his skin and the fear of losing you forever by a silly mistake he did.

he felt like the same boy who watched as his mother perished day by day on her bed, from an unknown disease that no doctor knew how to cure, who watched his father losing himself to his own greediness, who watched as his sister curling her body on their younger brother’s to prevent him from taiju’s violence. the man who watched as you cried on your mother’s lifeless body like a little girl, asking her to not leave you.

it hurt, but he was used to it.

he sighed while he cleaned his hands, watching the water getting a reddish color due to your blood. he could just wait for when you woke up, and he did that by working. taiju knew it wasn’t a healthy coping mechanism — he should be there with you, like a good husband, but if you died, he wished for his last memory of you to be you alive, even if you were screaming at him.

a knock on his door made him raise his head from some papers, his heart skipping a beat at shion’s figure.

“she is awake.”

a wave of relief passed through taiju’s body, and he felt something warm on his cheeks. was he crying? the last time he cried was at his mother’s funeral, ten years ago. he made a promise back then, the promise to not let him get hurt by someone else ever again — and you made him break it. he rested his head on his hands, sobs taking control of his body. taiju should feel ashamed to be seen by a subject of his crying like that — but shion was your brother, and his too.

“my mother… my mother used to say it is unthinkable to find someone like y/n is to you. someone… you love.” he felt shion’s hands on his shoulders, a smile on his scarred lips. “i know she does not want to see you, but i will speak on your behalf. do not worry.”

taiju nodded, but before shion could go away, he gave him a piece of paper, that was resting heavy on his desk. what if you died without reading your mother’s last words? “you two need to read it, please.”

shion nodded, taking the piece of paper from his king’s hands and walking back to you.

even though you didn’t want to see taiju, you wished he was walking behind your brother when he entered your room. your head was hurting and you felt a bit dizzy, but you were fine. you just scared everyone, like you used to do when you were a child — you were always falling from places and getting nasty bruises. this one was one of the lightest you ever had, but you lost a bit of blood on your husband’s lap, as the doctor said.

your brother took the seat he was occupying when you woke up, an unfamiliar piece of paper in his hands. “what is this?” you asked, trying to conceal your disappointment in not seeing your husband.

“taiju said we need to read it.” he handed it to you, and you opened it, seeing a familiar calligraphy. “it is from mother.” you gave him a puzzled look — it was taiju’s one, not your mother’s.

“can i… can i read it?” you asked, and shion nodded.

“my dearest children,

if this reaches you, it means i am no longer breathing. i am sorry — a mother should only leave their child to themselves when she feels they are completely ready to face the horrors of this world, and while i know shion is, my little daisy needs me still. maybe i am saying this selfishly because i want to see you marrying this fine lord who is writing this for me. i am sure you two will be a beautiful couple, who will give me beautiful grandchildren — even though i will not be here to meet them.

do not blame taiju when he arrives with my dead body. he was not the one who killed me — but rather, your uncle’s men. poor taiju even tried to save me, but i can feel my life spilling from my hands like sand. i do not have much time, and i hope this letter will explain everything.

your uncle, the king, he changed. we all knew how corrupt the court is, but he promised me he would change it for the better when he was crowned king. but greed and power took him over, like it did to my father and grandfather too, and he broke the promise. me and your father were aiding the shibas in overthrowing him — y/n, your engagement to taiju is one to make his claim to the throne stronger, but believe me when i say he loves you. i am happy to die knowing i will leave you in his safe hands.

i know my death will bring pain for both of two. but it’ll pass — even though you will not imagine a day when this pain will release its hold on you, someday it’ll fade. and you will remind me like i was, with my gentle touches and loving words. i will forever be your mother, no matter how many years it passes or if your father marries someone again.

you both are my pride and joy. shion did not come from my womb, but it feels like he did — my love for him is not different from the love i feel for y/n. i love you both the same, and i wish for you two to stop fighting over silly things. you are brother and sister, and there is not a more beautiful bond to exist in this world.

this is my last wish: be happy.”

you finished the letter with a quivering voice, holding back your sobs.

“mother, she…” shion started, sitting in the bed and passing his arms through your quivering form. tears were streaming down his face too, and he kissed your hair — he was used to pain. it wasn’t easy growing up knowing the woman you called mother wasn’t the woman who gave birth to you, and sometimes he wondered how his life would be if his birth mother didn’t die in his birth. he wouldn’t have you as his sister, and he couldn’t imagine his life without your annoying yet lovable self at his side. “she was thinking about us in her final moments.”

you hugged shion tightly, trying to process your mother’s words. you knew that your uncle wasn’t the best man in the world, but to kill his own sister? even though she could be considered a traitor, they still shared the same blood — you uncle watched you mother grow, was the one walked her down the aisle, and still had in his heart to order his men to kill her?

“why taiju did not say anything?” you asked quietly, the pieces still trying to find their other halfs inside your head. you have spent two years hating taiju for something he didn’t do and he knew that — yet, he said nothing. that could’ve saved you from at least one heartbreak, and from a horrible marriage day. but maybe the heartbreak from now would hurt so much more, knowing he only married you for your claim to the throne — and even though your mother said he loved you, people could change. what if you weren't like taiju expected? what if the hate you held for him made him stop loving you?

shion sighed. “you will need to ask him that, i suppose.”

“i do not think…” you started, nuzzling your face on his shoulder like you used to do when you were children and he let you sleep with him when you were too afraid of the monsters under your bed — fear acquired by a prank he did. “i do not think he loves me anymore or wants to see me again after how badly i treated him, brother. and it hurts.”

only love could hurt like this, and you felt like a fool for only noticing the nature of your feelings towards your husband now.

“nonsense, daisy.” shion tried to reassure you, cupping your cheeks. “i never saw a man so in love with a woman like taiju loves you. he is even worse than father.” you chuckled, remembering all the corny displays of love your father did to your mother — you always laughed at them, but you knew you shouldn’t settle with anyone that didn’t treat you like lord madarame did to his wife. “i know you heard us talking earlier today.” you nodded, remembering taiju’s words. “but i asked him if that was true, because if it was, i would kill him.”

you giggled. you knew shion was like a dog that only barked but did no biting, and taiju could easily win against him in a fight.

“you wound me, you know?” you giggled once more and shion pinched your cheek, like he used to do. “when i asked, he said he loved you, too. if you stayed for two more seconds behind the door, you would hear that too.” shion smiled seeing your eyes widen, and he let go of you. “go to your husband, little sister. i want to be an uncle, you know.”

“and i, an aunt.” you teased back, getting up from your bed. “thank you, shion. you know i love you, right?”

“of course. who wouldn’t love the great shion madarame?”

“forget i said anything.” you giggled, opening the door and venturing yourself in the castle’s corridors once more.

“i love you too, daisy!” you heard your brother screaming, and you smiled to yourself. your relationship with your brother improved in those weeks, and you couldn’t be more grateful. it hurt when he was mean and rude towards you, and while you knew that shion’s personality was like that, you missed the playful and funny shion from your childhood.

by now, you knew the walk to taiju’s study by heart, but you weren’t expecting to find guards outside its door. you smiled at them. “may i speak with my husband?”

“the king said he doesn’t want anyone bothering him until tomorrow’s morning.” oh, so taiju was working late. you knew the guards wouldn’t let you go inside, so a plan formed itself inside your head. it could backfire if taiju took your words by heart and won’t ever touch you again, but you needed to ask for his forgiveness for not believing in his love for you.

you started to scream, asking for your husband’s help.

the guards looked at each other, shocked. why was their queen doing that? nothing was happening, you didn’t need to scream for help.

but it worked, and taiju promptly opened the door after your first ‘taiju, please, help me!’. his hair was dishevelled, as if he had passed his hand through it more times than he was supposed to, and his eyes widened, saying that everything was okay. “what… exactly is happening here?” he thought you were in danger somehow, but seeing you well and walking brought another wave of relief over him.

you smiled sheepishly at him. “the guards did not let me talk to you.” you explained the situation, and taiju brought you closer to him, his touch as light as a feather, afraid that you would snap off what was happening inside your mind and start screaming at him once more.

he frowned down at them. “whenever your queen demands something from you, you will do exactly what she said, do you hear me? even if it goes against my orders.” they nodded, and taiju closed the doors of his study, heart hammering. you were there either to crush his heart even more, or to mend it back to a functioning one.

the silence inside the room was broken by your voice. “why you did not tell me about my mother?” you asked, standing in the middle of the room while taiju was still close to the door. if anything happened, he would not let you walk away. “you… you let me hate you for two years while you knew my feelings were built over a lie?”

“because i deserve your hatred. i still do.” he admitted, eyes trying to imprint your figure inside his brain. “i could not save your mother, i was a horrible brother, too. i am nothing but a monster, y/n, and it was foolish of me to think such a beautiful creature like yourself could love me.” you opened your mouth to speak, but taiju cut you. “i could say anything because the king was still alive. and when he died, i just… i do not know.” he admitted, passing a hand through his hair once more.

your next words took him by surprise. “i do not know what transpired between you and your siblings, but i can help you.” you offered, walking towards him. “and i… i love you.” you admitted, stopping in front of him — just a lift from his hands and he would be touching you. and he did that, his hand found its place in the curve of your neck. your words made him feel like that little boy who gave you a bouquet of lilies all those years ago again. “i need to ask for your forgiveness. i doubted if you really loved me, and that is the worst sin a wife can commit.”

“and i forgive you.” he answered, curling down to kiss your lips once more. you sighed in the kiss, your hands finding support on his shoulders, as you were tiptoeing to be able to reach his lips — was taiju ever been that big?

the softness of the kiss was broken when you felt taiju’s tongue breaking into between your lips, and the moan that left your mouth prompted him to go rougher with you, his free hoisting you up to bring you to his desk — he was going to finish what he tried to start inside your study.

you broke the kiss still being carried by him, your lips attaching themselves to the tattoo on his lips, kissing and sucking the skin there. taiju gently put your body on his desk, and you spreaded your legs to accommodate his body between them. but before he could chase your lips again, a finger of yours gently ghosted over his lips, making him look at you, puzzled. “kneel.” you commanded, and he understood what you wanted.

and he would gladly do that.

you couldn’t see what taiju was doing because his head was buried inside your dress’ skirt, but you could feel his hot fingertips rubbing your thighs and ghosting over your clothed cunt, making you hold back a moan. “do not hide your sounds from me, wife.” it was his time to command, and you nodded, gasping when you felt him yanking your underwear away.

you didn’t hold back when you felt taiju’s tongue giving your folds an experimental lick, and your moans seemed to be the confirmation he needed to continue. it was a new feeling — the only sexual encounter you had was at eighteen with a stable boy, but he used his fingers instead of his mouth. and now it was so much better, and you didn’t know if it was because it was taiju doing it, or because you preferred when men used their tongues.

“t-taiju.” you moaned when his tongue entered your hole and his nose started to nudge your clit, and soon you were coming undone on his mouth — but he couldn’t get away from it, no. he finally had the taste of something he thought he would only see on his dreams, and he wouldn’t let you go so easily.

you started to squirm, and he planted his fingers on your tights, to keep you still, his tongue starting to play with your clit. his cock was sitting heavy and uncomfortable on his trousers, but taiju felt the urge to make you feel good before he would seek his own pleasure. he knew he would have the nights and all days from now on to teach you how to pleasure him, and while he couldn’t wait to feel your mouth around his shaft, but your clenching cunt was bewitching him.

you came for the second time on his tongue, and it seemed his hunger was finally satisfied. emerging from the confines of your skirt, taiju thought you were the most beautiful sight he ever saw — with glossy and disoriented eyes, cheeks ready and hair clinging to your forehead because of sweat. he wasn’t much different from you, and your juices dripping down for his chin made you mewl, dragging him closer by his shirt to a kiss.

but the kiss was short because taiju cut it, his hands hoisting you up again. “i am taking you to our bedroom, our first child can not be conceived in my study.”

—

“you do not need to feel nervous, husband. they are your siblings.” you tried to comfort your husband, a kiss to his forehead and a giggle from the toddler that rested on your lap — daisuke, yours and taiju’s one-year old son. you returned to the couch your husband had on his study, daisuke nuzzling his cheek on your shoulder, a bit sleepy. he was awoken much earlier than he was used to, just to wait for his uncle and aunt to return to their homeland for the first time since taiju was crowned.

you were the only who managed to make such a meeting a reality, sending letters to both yuzuha and hakkai on taiju’s behalf. you didn’t want daisuke and his future siblings to grow up just with shion at their side and, after witnessing taiju saying he was going to be a good brother to his son, clearly thinking about hakkai, you knew you should do something.

“i know, it is just…” he sighed, looking fondly at you trying to wake daisuke up. “what if they do not have in their hearts the need to forgive me?” he expressed his worries, and you frowned.

“they have, taiju. if they did not, they would not even agree to my proposition.” you replied, hearing some commotion outside, in the hallways. they probably arrived. walking up to where your husband was sitting, you smiled down at him, hoping the sight of you and his son could distract him from the turmoil inside his heart.

and it seemed to work, until a guard opened the door.

lady yuzuha and lord hakkai were different in your memories. of course, in your mind they were still children who you used to play with, and not two young adults the same age as you. daisuke gripped your dress, puzzled as to why those people were inside his home — big golden eyes blinking at his aunt and uncle, almost as if he knew who they were. you smiled at your siblings in laws, ready to make the meddling between the shiba siblings, but the sound of taiju’s voice took you by surprise.

“yuzuha, hakkai.” he greeted them, getting up from his chair and putting a hand on your shoulder, daisuke making grabby hands at him, wanting to be held by his father. taiju indulged his son’s desires before continuing. “meet my wife and queen, y/n, and our son, daisuke.”

you noticed hakkai’s mouth slightly agape with taiju’s actions and yuzuha’s glossy eyes, but before any of them could say something, your husband continued. “i know the past can not be erased and that my mistakes are unforgivable, but i wish you two to have in your heart the desire to put my mind at ease. if not for me, then for your nephew, because i wish for you two to be part of his life.” you could feel how shaky his hand was on your shoulder, and it seemed like yours and daisuke presence’s was what was holding him back from break down.

a moment of silence passed.

“we have a lot of work to do, but i am willing to forgive you, brother.” hakkai whispered and you smiled, eyes full of tears like yuzuha’s.

“yes, me too.” the shiba sister answered, and it seemed like something heavy was taken from taiju’s shoulders — he told you what he did growing up, and his sister was the one who suffered the most. her forgiveness meant everything for taiju, and you were happy his siblings wanted to make up things with him. “you changed, brother. i supposed your wife has an important role in this.” you chuckled, cheeks heating up.

“i guess i do.” you answered before your husband could, and he smirked down at you. “why you two do not come to meet your nephew?” you asked, and taiju passed daisuke to your arms, while yuzuha and hakkai approached you two.

“he looks like hakkai, does he not?” taiju whispered, watching his siblings interacting with his son.

“because hakkai looks like you.” yuzuha answered back, daisuke now on his uncle's arms, making grabby hands towards his hair. you, taiju and yuzuha chuckled at hakkai’s panicked expression, and the shiba sister took her nephew from her younger brother's arms. “he is an angel, though i hope he inherited your personality, y/n.”

“of course not.” you answered her, a fond smile on your face. “he is his father’s son.” it was funny how much like taiju the little boy was — both in personality and physically, daisuke was like his father. they were both stubborn and had the same pout, or how they always demanded your attention and were jealous of each other. but taiju was the only one who could calm daisuke when he was afraid, and when taking care of his son, was when you saw taiju smiling the brightest. "but i hope this one now in my womb will be more like me."

you giggled, watching as two pairs of golden eyes and one of blue widening and looking at you, in disbelief.

#shiba taiju x reader #shiba taiju #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #taiju shiba #taiju shiba x reader #— june writes.

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