#no beta we fight like dorshe

[smitten-with-beefy-sweethearts]

"🌨️🥶Winter and Autumn😤🌩️"

Fanfic: featuring the the complicated relationship of (female)Reader and king Desha.

SUMMARY:

Reader finds themselves in the world of Ousama Ranking yeah it's one of those stories. Reader tries their best to survive in the Underworld during the civil war between the King and his three sons. She develops an uneasy alliance with the Princes, eventually which grows into a friendship, and afterwards into romantic feelings for the Oldest brother. The two of them have a falling out, and she leaves him to the dust. Practically a decade later the two of them are reunited. Reader find herself torn, either to finally get back to her true home or stay in this fairy tale. Happy ending most likely not guaranteed.

TRIGGER WARNINGS/TAGS:

18 + story/ angst, angst and some more angst/ we only serve angst here/ death/ extreme violence/ war/ canon typical violence/ torture/ blood/ tragedy/ strangers to friends to lovers/ mutual pining/ slow burn/ self-esteem issues/ childhood trauma/ reader x king desha.

Author's note (will leave this at the end of the story next time):

Will tag properly tomorrow (but only the appropriate tags that actually show up in the story). Literally sick at home right now writing this tragedy. My update schedule is simple: I never update or when you least expected. Should literally dump this story on AO3, but I have a story there, that my loyal readers are inquiring me about.

Desha WILL NOT BE SHOWING UP in the first few chapters. I like my detailed backstory and hints for future events sprinkled all over. This is literally the slowest of slow burns y'all ever read.

Winter and Autumn chapter 1 – light in the darkness

How many days had passed? Weeks?

Or months? You weren’t sure anymore.

Each and every day was as dark as the last one. It was practically impossible to tell the time in such dark and damp place. The room you were kept in was small – cold stone walls all around you with one large metal door. You had a dirty old bed to sleep in, some hay thrown on the floor, a rusty old bucket full of murky water and an even sadder looking bucket for you to do your business in.

It looked awful, it smelled awful and it truly felt awful.

Never in a million years did you ever foresee such a terrible faith befall on you.

You still remember your old life – being exhausted and stressed out of your mind at work. The short deadlines killing all of your creativity. The foolish e-mails that you had to reply to. Your co-workers driving you crazy and you in-turn exploding on them. The long and dreary commute to work. Your desperate attempts to save money to finally own your own home. All the ways you to tried (but failed) to build new and better habits to heal your deep childhood wounds you still cared as an adult.

What you wouldn’t give to have all of that back. If only you had known how easy you truly had it.

At first you had been in total shock, then in utter denial. This was all a bad dream, right? And you’d soon wake up. Then came the desperation, tears and finally a bitter acceptance.

You were the most prized prisoner of the brutal and cruel king, Saturn – the God King of the Underworld.

You had fallen asleep like every other night after a long hard work day – nothing out of the ordinary, not even a foreboding gut feeling to warn you. You had awoken in a strange place - in the black ashen ruins of an old castle, surrounded by the silhouettes of cloaked figures. But what truly freaked you out was an enormous man standing a couple of meters away from you. When a smile formed on his large fanged mouth the urge to run took hold of you. But the metal chains on wrapped around your feet and wrists kept you in place.

Suddenly an equally horrifying creature appeared in a thick red smoke.

Was that the DEVIL himself?

The bright red skin of the demon-like monster made it’s golden eyes even more terrifying – as it’s gaze looked you over.

A deep rumbling sound echoed from it’s mouth, somehow you were able to tell that it was mocking you, laughing at your faith.

“Give me your soul, woman!” the giant man boomed at you. For the first time you noticed that a crown stood on his grey-white hair.

You were utterly confused by his demand.

Why should you give this monster your soul? Or anybody really. And how can one even give their soul to another? That’s impossible.

It yelled at you once more: “Do you hear me?! Give me your wretched soul, woman!”

You could do nothing but cower on the ground as you stared at the both of them with disbelief.

Suddenly the large man turned to one of the small cloaked figures.

“Is she deaf or just stupid? Make her understand or I’ll cut your head off!”

The man in dark robes approached you. In the shallow torch light you could make out his weary face.

Before he could speak you opened your mouth.

“Who are you? Who are all of you? Where am I? Is this a dream?”

“Oh, so she does understand us!” the God King commented utterly annoyed by you.

With fearful eyes you looked at everyone who was present, your eyes tarting back and forth from the King, the demon and all the cloaked figures surrounding you.

The old man standing in front of you finally spoke to you.

“Young maiden, from the outer realms, all will be fine,“he comforted you, “All you have to do is give up your soul, and no harm will come to you.”

“My soul? I can’t give you my soul!” You saw a deep frown form on the man’s face.

“I mean, even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t know how!”

“All you have to do is” he gestured to the enormous demon, “is tell him – take my soul and use it as you please. That is all.”

You shook your head no. How could he be so calm? How could he even demand such a thing from you?

You soon found out, that your refusal had some serious consequences. When the monstrous looking King, later you found out named Saturn, hit you the first time, he managed to knock you out.

And that is when you found yourself in this prison cell.

It was now a daily occurrence, either the King or one of his loyal knights would visit you. Sometimes they would beat you, scream at you or torture you in all sorts of terrible ways – burning you, flaying your skin, whatever they could think of. Often you passed out because of the sear pain – almost…

Almost giving in.

Anything to make the pain stop.

Every so often they would skip a day or two, those were the days you were most grateful for.

But one thing remained true, a promise – that all it took to end this nightmare was your willingness to give up your mortal soul.

After a particularly brutal lashing you found yourself on the cool stone floor, your back exposed and bleeding profusely.

Half-conscious as you were, you finally managed to hear the reason why you were in this strange place.

“I am getting tired of this! She’ll die before she gives up her soul. Stubborn, useless bitch!” Saturn growled as he spat in your direction.

“There is still your youngest son. If we manage to capture him or perhaps lure him to the castle, we might me able to…”

Saturn cut him off: “We are keeping that as our last option. With his brothers by his side, it’s impossible to steal him away. The group of Gigantes mercenaries haven’t responded yet if they’ll take up my cause or not. Foolish brutes, only thing they are good for is war.”

“What about the woman, from Houma Kingdom?”

“She has accepted your offer, but it will take some time until she arrives to the Underworld. She did demand that she have the title of Queen, when she does get here.”

“Yes, yes, whatever I don’t really care.”

“But,” the King added “as long as she can give me children she can have everything she wants.”

“What are we gonna do about her?” the servant beside Saturn asked pointing at you.

He let out a heavy sigh: “For now we are keeping her as an alternative. Perhaps I can find a way to make her give up her soul. Then the ritual will be complete, right?”

“Yes, my liege. Her soul is the last component needed, after that your wish will come true…” the shorter man trailed off, almost afraid of his own words.

“Good. No matter, I will become immortal one way or another.”

“I am a God, it is my right to live forever! No foolish curse is going to stop me.”

“Shouldn’t a healer tend to her wounds, my liege? If she dies, it will be a waste.”

“NO! No healer, leave her be. It’s her own damn fault. Maybe she will change her mind finally.”

And with that you heard the large metal door shut, and you found yourself all alone.

You didn’t have the strength to even cry. Your throat was coarse anyway after all the screaming you had done.

You decided to enjoy the cool comfort of the stone floor – the last comfort you had. Perhaps you’d get lucky and never wake up.

The soft sound of thumping footsteps awoke you from your slumber. You were still on the floor, in the same cell, your body aching all over.

Those footsteps had become familiar to you. Like clock-work someone would come and light the many torches lining the halls of the prison you were kept in.

They must be a lot smaller in frame than your jailer, you assumed. Every time he’d come by to bring you some food, you’d instantly recognize his heavy stride.

Whoever was working in the hallway was definitely someone else.

To your surprise, you heard the heavy door behind you open, painfully so – whoever it was, was trying to make as little noise as possible.

You lifted your head in its direction and saw a delicate servant woman standing there looking at you with worried eyes. She seemed about a decade older than you, in her late thirties.

You opened your mouth to speak but she shushed you.

“Please be quite, or we’ll both get in trouble,” she whispered while kneeling beside your broken body.

You wanted to question her, who exactly was she and why was she in your presences. But your throat was so hoarse, you knew you could barely croak out a sentence, so you decided to just stare at her. There wasn’t must else you could do anyway.

“I am no healer. Just a lowly scullery maid, that’s all. But even I…” she looked away “have heard your anguished screams.”

“The guards, they say you are a most dangerous criminal. But no-one believes that any longer.”

She took two small bottles from underneath her skirt and some clean linen strips.

“I am so sorry, I can’t dress you wounds. Or the they’ll know I have been down here.”

“The best I can do is clean them up as best I can, and add some ointment on them, so they’ll heal faster.”

“I promise I’ll be gentle.”

But it still hurt, my GOD DID IT HURT! You couldn’t help yourself a small whisper of pain still escaped your mouth.

“I am sorry! I am so sorry!” the maiden silently wept besides you.

“It’s all right…” you heaved heavily “none of this your fault. Thank you so much for being so kind to me,” you managed somehow to drawl out.

With shaking hands she continued tending to your wounds.

“You light the fires don’t you? You really are a light in this dark place.” your hoarse voice making the maiden weep even more.

“Aye, I do.” she wiped the tears of her face.

“No-one usually even notices me, all they do is demand this and that. Never a single thank you. Ever.”

By now you had gotten used to the throbbing pain, somehow your body started to hurt less and less.

“I do all the dirtiest work in the kitchens: scrubbing the pots, pans, all the cooking dishes.”

“I also swipe the floor, and heat the water early in the mornings for the cooks.”

She sighed: “After the last scullery maid vanished, I now light the torches and set up the fireplaces in all the lower levels of the castle: the kitchens, the servants quarters, the guard barracks and even the dungeons.”

“Make sure when the gentle-folk, that is what I call the rest of the castle, wakes up – there is warm water coursing through the walls of the castle.”

“They’ll be nice and warm when the finally open their eyes,” she said smiling at you.

“Come you need to get on the bed, or you’ll you get sick.”

With gentle strong hands she helped you to your bed.

“Best you lay on your belly, so you’re back can properly heal.”

She tucked you in as best she could, leaving your back exposed, so it would heal faster.

She went to one of the near the walls and tapped it lightly, suddenly the small sound of running water could be heard. The room you were kept prison in, started to fill with warmth.

“A little trick I learned. You deserve to be nice and warm too,” she gave you a wink, “Now rest and heal up as best you can.”

You desperately wanted to thank her again, but your throat couldn’t get a single word out.

And with that she left, closing the door behind her ever so quietly, her footsteps so light you couldn’t even hear them.

This was the first night you had slept in peace since you were stolen from your home to live this strange fantastical world.

You woke up the next morning, actually able to move your aching body. You desperately desired a drink, and to your surprise you saw your water bucket replaced with a cleaner one, full of clear water and small metal jug hanging on its side.

You guzzled the water like a mad woman. It was surely the good will of the scullery maid. What was her name, again? She didn’t say. Next time you’d ask. You were sure there would be a next time.

Today the King did not visit you, nor did any of his guards. The next was the same. Perhaps your luck was finally turning around?

You felt an ember of hope returning to your troubled heart.

#ousama ranking #ranking of kings #fanfic #tw: death #tw: injury #tw: torture #tw: violence #no beta we fight like Dorshe #enjoy this Greek tragedy #king desha #king desha x reader

[smitten-with-beefy-sweethearts]

"🌨️🥶Winter and Autumn😤🌩️"

Fanfic: featuring the the complicated relationship of (female)Reader and king Desha.

Also on AO3.

Chapter 1

SUMMARY:

Reader finds themselves in the world of Ousama Ranking yeah it's one of those stories. Reader tries their best to survive in the Underworld during the civil war between the King and his three sons. She develops an uneasy alliance with the Princes, eventually which grows into a friendship, and afterwards into romantic feelings for the Oldest brother. The two of them have a falling out, and she leaves him to the dust. Almost a decade later the two of them are reunited. Reader find herself torn, either to finally get back to her true home or stay in this fairy tale. Happy ending most likely not guaranteed.

TRIGGER WARNINGS/TAGS:

18 + story/ angst, angst and some more angst/ we only serve angst here/ death/ extreme violence/ war/ canon typical violence/ torture/ blood/ tragedy/ strangers to friends to lovers/ mutual pining/ slow burn/ self-esteem issues/ childhood trauma/ reader x king desha.

Author's note:

No Desha yet, we need to establish a lot of backstory before. Also, major trigger warning for child death/murder.

Winter and Autumn chapter 2 – Guilt

A couple of weeks had passed or perhaps more, you weren’t exactly sure. For the time being no harm had come your way. Still, you stayed vigilant for when the King or his loyal servants should return.

But every other night you found yourself visited by the kind scullery maid named Oona.

You had found out from her, that you were apparently in the Kingdom of the Underworld – a place located below the surface of the earth. Currently you were kept prisoner in the dungeons under the King’s castle. You really were in Hell, weren’t you.

But there was good even in this place. Thanks to Oona’s tender care your wounds were all practically healed. She had some special potion, that made the wounds heal a lot faster than normal.

“Don’t you worry about them scars. Every woman gets a few during her life-time."

“Here I got ya some bread. It’s not fresh, but still good,” she handed you a small bread bun. The two of you were sitting on the floor with your backs against the warm wall, behind which hot water flowed.

“Oona, you are spoiling me,” you whisper back to her.

“But I have to ask, why are you helping me? My wounds? The food?”

“Every single time you come to visit me I worry you might get caught.”

She lets out a deep sigh before answering: “I couldn’t bare to do nothing. I’ve been so idle for so long, too scared to do anything. The rest of the servants, and especially the knights – they are all used it. But I…”

“I just can’t pretend I am alright with the way the King treats his subjects.”

“I had to do something, anything really. I can’t stand by any longer and let innocent people die…”

A feeling of dread went through your heart. You weren’t the only victim of the ruthless King Saturn.

“What exactly has he done?”

“Murdered hundreds of the small-folk. They say he drinks their blood.”

“Does some dark magic with their corpses. They say he is obsessed with living forever.”

“My friend, my fellow scullery maid Leia, her whole village was wiped out by him. I suspect, she was also murdered..”

“That’s absolutely terrible! That fucking bastard!”

“Lower your voice, (Y/N),” she scolded you.

“But I do agree with you.”

“But isn’t there something that could be done? He is one man against many.”

She shook her head: “He is an extremely powerful God, no-one is able defeat him in battle. Not even the strongest warriors, or the wild beasts of the Underworld, or great magic-users.”

“The King can see right through your thoughts. He can cast a lighting storm so devastating it can bring a whole castle to ruin.”

“Worst of all, he punishes all who dare go against him, by cutting them down with his enormous scythe.”

You stayed silent for a moment before replying.

“I am so sorry about your friend and her village…”

She gave you a weak smile: “That’s why I can’t let anything bad happen to my new friend.”

“Me?”

You heard her laugh as response.

“I am going to help you find a way out of this place. You know, I am not the only one, who is working against the King. Where do you think I got this expensive medicine from? I could never afford it myself.”

“Wait, who else knows you are helping me?”

“I can’t tell you yet. But know this, the King’s three sons rebelled against him, a little before your arrival it happened. Oh, you should have seen it. It was a huge fight, that turned into a great battle. Now the Princes are in hiding, surely gathering a worthy army against their Father’s rule.”

“But us small-folk we are also doing our best to fight the King, in our own way that is.”

“Now stay patient,” and with those last words it was time for her to sneak off again.

But all Good things must come to an end.

Saturn entered your prison cell the next day.

He wasn’t alone, with him he had a small peasant child. The little boy looked absolutely terrified.

Your gut feeling was screaming at you that something beyond awful was about to happen.

“Oh, what’s this? You seemed to be doing a lot better than the last time I saw you. Did you think I forgot about you?”

“This will be the last time, I ask of you. Give me your pitiful worthless soul woman! All you have to do is say your soul belongs to me!”

“Understood?!”

You reluctantly shook your head.

“Perhaps this will change your mind!” he shouted as he grabbed the small child into his large hand. It was big enough to easily wrap around the small crying boy.

“I AM GOING CRUSH THIS LITTLE BRAT TO DEATH IF YOU WON’T OBEY ME! DO YOU HEAR ME!”

“Choose carefully now, your life or the child’s life?” Saturn spoke as he tightened his grip on the small child.

It wailed loudly for it’s mother.

In this moment the dudgeon got eerily cold.

You were no match for the King, but even so you found yourself acting.

You rushed the King, kicking and screaming at him.

You tried your best to have him release his grip on the poor kid. He looked utterly unmoved by your actions. Only when you bit his palm hard enough to draw blood – you were desperate, did he struck you with his other hand, tossing you to the opposite side of the room.

���Wrong answer wench. I am giving you one more chance to do the right thing. Don’t tell me you are really so selfish to choose your own life over the child’s?”

“I…”

“I can’t…”

“Is that your answer? You’ll die either way you know. You could spare this child’s life?”

You answered with a trembling voice: “I can’t, because then...Then you’ll truly become immortal.”

And who then would be able to defeat him? No-one!

“Please, just stop! Don’t hurt the child. Please, hurt me instead! It’s not their fault! Please let him go and have him returned to his mother! I BEG YOU, PLEASE!” you cried out.

“I’ll do anything, everything that you want. I just can’t give you my soul. Please! Please!!! Please let the child go,” you continued to beg on your knees.

But instead a bolt of lighting went through Saturn’s hand and equally the child. The King looked utterly disappointed in you.

He opened his palm and let the dead child fall to the floor. You immediately rushed towards the little boy grabbing him into your arms, only to have a painful wave of shock course through your hands. You were forced to place the boy back on the floor.

“YOU FUCKING MONSTER! YOU SON OF A BITCH!” you lashed out once again, throwing punches at the King.

This time he hit you even harder, kicking you straight in the ribs with his left foot. You found yourself yet again on the other end of the room, blood tripping from your mouth this time.

“I made myself very clear earlier, and you still refused me. This is your fault,” he said pointing at the deceased child.

“You can only blame yourself for this. I would have let the kid live.”

“Now, you can stay in this prison for the rest of your short miserable life. Soon you’ll be joining that child. No food or water will be delivered to you. You can rot here until the rest of your days.”

“Or perhaps I’ll return tomorrow with another child. That might change your mind!”

And with that last sentence he slammed the door shut.

You crawled across the floor sobbing.

When Oona finally showed up to visit you, she found you crying silently as you rocked back and forth the murdered boy cradled in your arms.

“I am so sorry, I am so sorry. This is all my fault, all my fault…” you kept repeating.

A light show of snowfall could be seen all around you in the cell.

#tw: child death #tw: violence #tw: death #ousama ranking #ranking of kings #king desha #king desha x reader #no beta we fight like dorshe