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braemjeorn · 8 months

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despa x oc thoughts because i feel like it and i need other notifs than pronbots following me

[has very slight connection to my fic sky caverns but underline the slight]

i feel like if despa was going to get entangled in a romance its going to be pygmalion/my fair lady style.

teru who was well travelled, yet hadn't visited meifu

knocked on despa's and basically went for my friends sake, since im going to be her sort of lady-in-waiting i need a crash course in meifu culture, history and language.

heaven forbid i am ignorant of those with my friend's new station as queen

he held out his open palm

she handed him an agreement scroll of her proposed time and day, also the payment offer

its like a revenge of the first time they met and he stares at her and her open palm

"have you been away too long from courtly setting, prince despa? a lady does not handle money directly. especially a princess."

(teru primly said, as she visited a man's house with no chaperone but a horse)

"i respect your intelligence, and i'm willing to pay for your trouble to adjust it to my time."

the most begrudging acceptance of training despa ever gave

it should have been on his terms than hers

internally, he'd like to strangle her in impatience whenever they argue but the amount of sun-gems and freshwater pearls she listed as payment does tankerings to his brain and pockets

she thought him silly and wasted too many breaths on exasperated sighs while he lectured

he tried to call in sick one time - his wrinkles appeared

she treathened to reduce the payment (less amount of pearls would be more tolerable but diamonds!? really now!?)

or play jumpropes with his pearls

"oh fine! you blasted woman!"

"there's my handsome teacher!"

"handso—?"

"can we learn about the sewers today?"

"...what is it about you women and sewers!?"

teru drags him outside and everywhere for practical education

despa grumbles through their entire walk

and yet...

[he let her play with the feathers of his sun hat and be distracted with the gleaming, ruby red of her hair under sunlight as they walked through the field

hardly aware how she admired (and approve of) his side profile and brows while he was deep in book browsing]

but of course they'd fight over tea again later that day

because teru abhores whipped cream and despa could not stand foul words against his shortcake

"says the person who drowns their muffins in jams!"

"at least jam made up its mind in solidity!"

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mizumiii · 2 years

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Being More - Bonus IV

Desha x Fem!Reader

First - Previous - Table of contents

Credit : Oreskis

Hello ! The two next bonuses are working together. You can still read them as a two-shots, or read them from the first one or the entire fic Welcome too. ^^

I hope you'll enjoy your reading ! I'll explain some more things at the end ;)

The joy had run out, and now he was left with only doubt and an infinite void in his chest. Did he really know what he was doing? Was he doing the biggest mistake of his life? Was it too late to undo it? Desha scratched his chest, upon his heart, as if he could simply tear it out to stop the pain coming from it. However, he had chosen it. The less he could do now was to keep it together. But it was hard, so terribly hard.

And each time he was closing his eyes, he would see her eyes. Monstrous, blood-thirsty eyes, condemning and resentful eyes glaring back at him.

“Desha ?” A soft and loving voice called him from under the blankets. “Are you not sleeping ?”

“It’s nothing, love, go back to sleep”, he hesitated to add something else but it was still too soon for him to express his thoughts.

“I will, when I’m sure you’re okay.”

The king scoffed lightly when noticing your messy hair and your sleepy face staring at him with a remarkable will despite your obvious exhausted state.

“I am okay, now sleep”, he tried while tousling your hair.

“I’m the one who decides that”, you pouted grabbing his head before pulling him in your arms with surprising strength.

Desha was a willing victim and ended up laying in your arms, then you caught him in a bear hug, making it for him impossible to escape. Your behaviour made him laugh, and he decided to settle like this, enjoying your warmth and the blankets’.

“Don’t fret”, you finally said in an already half-sleeping voice, “everything will be fine.”

“Please guys let me train with you !”

“I am sorry Y/N but I do not have a death wish”, Captain politely declined.

“I’m begging you ! I’ll go crazy if I spent one more day doing nothing !”

“You know I can’t go against the king’s wish.”

“B-but…”, you tried to coax him with an adorable and pitiful pout.

“It’s still no.”

“Tch.”

You gave up and turned toward Ouken who was trying to discreetly pass behind without you noticing him.

“Ouken, don’t try to flee like that !”

“I’m in a hurry ! I have a mission really urgent in town !” He also declined.

You felt an overwhelming rage go through you before letting you shiver and your eyes began to water against your will.

“I hate all of you !” You shouted before running away in a very dramatic way.

“How long do we have to endure it again ?” Captain asked Ouken.

Desha had never thought it was so difficult. He had not realised that it was not automatic, and such a toll it would take on the both of you. Each failure had broken you a bit more, until around a year later you both finally succeded. However, it was only the beginning of everything.

Until finally…

“Here, you can take her”.

The day when the nurse finally tried to give him his daughter came. At that moment, he did not even dare to breathe, terrified by this little body. She was crying a bit, looking desperate in that man’s careful and skilled hands.

“Can’t you take care of her ?” He asked back to the nurse, still not making any move and his eyes widening because of his unfathomable request.

“I could, but you’ll do a far better job than me”, he said equally.

Desha looked at you, but you were already half-sleeping, exhausted by the hours of hard work you had to go through to deliver safely your baby. You had held her for her first feed, but your state did not allow you to keep her safely on you.

“Why ? You’re the nurse, not me.” He finally looked back at the man.

“And you’re her father, not me.”

The words, really direct even if not said with any kind of anger or judgment, made Desha realize what was happening. That little thing was his, and her life was closely linked to his, her joy, well-being, every part, was relying on him. It was almost overwhelming, but the beauty of it was far greater. It was beyond anything he had experimented with being king. His people could feed themselves, can be happy without him, but not her.

He hesitantly extended his arms and the nurse carefully and gently guided him on how to carry the baby in the right way for her to be well and safe.

“Be sure to always support her neck”, he advised Desha, “you’re doing a great job.”

The man was still not overemotional, but his last sentence made the king feel better, and even lighter. He was sitting on a chair close to you, and now your daughter was resting on his bare chest. He was really stiff and awkward, but he was now unable to advert his gaze from his little baby. She had instantly calmed down as if she was already recognizing him. Her breathing was so quiet that he was scared that she would stop at any moment. The worse was that with his giant body he was sure he would end up hurting her. However, the nurses’ words helped him a great deal to trust in himself.

“I’ll let you be now. They just both needed rest, they worked hard. I will come back in the evening.”

Desha nodded, his throat tightening at the thought of being left alone with her baby’s safety, but he also wanted to be up to the task. Once the nurse had left, he basked in that beautiful, ephemeral sight of his little girl.

“My daughter…”, he quietly called out.

It was his new favourite word in the whole world.

“Are you sure?”

“As much as the last tenth time you asked it, brother”, Despa answered, annoyed.

Desha looked at his baby daughter sleeping in her cradle. As soon as his younger brother had come to see her, he had asked him to check if she had any sign of godlike powers. He had to be sure! Even if for now she looked totally human, he was afraid that she still could grow differently. But, Despa had not foreseen their younger brother's immortality, so there still was a slight possibility that she could grow unexpected skills one day or another.

“I was young back then”, Despa tried to ease Desha, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “I am sure of my skills now, Marika is an ordinary human girl as she can be when being the daughter of a king.”

“If it’s only that, I can live with it…”

Desha’s eyes had not left his daughter, as if he was afraid that she could change or disappear if he diverted his gaze even for a second.

“You need to pull it together,” Despa finally advised him, “Y/N and Marika need you.”

“I know. I will not let them down”, Desha swore. “I will do anything for them.”

“Daddy is the most handsome man in the whole world !” A young three years old girl proudly claimed while clinging to Desha.

He looked quite embarrassed and awkward about the whole demonstration but obviously could not bring himself to stop her from climbing on him as if he was a big plush. Meanwhile, you were lazily half sitting half laying on a big chair while watching your husband and daughter cuddling together.

“How come I am not even jealous ?” You wondered out loud. “She has such great taste.”

“I’m more concerned about how she knows that kind of words”, Desha sighed while realising that he had now two people ready to nag him with lots of love.

“She’s just really smart, I’m proud of you Marika !” You said with a dotting face.

The little girl had long and curly black hair, very much like her father’s. Her eyes were dark like his too, but the rest of her face was human. She had almost all her little teeth, and her mouth looked normal. Her skin was light pink and her size was also quite average. However, she was really sharp and had understood very soon that her daddy was concerned about her appearance so she always behave the most childishly she could.

“Nice try mummy, but I won’t share daddy with you”, the little girl slyly let you know.

“Caugh in your own game, eh !” Desha loudly laughed at your disappointed face.

“Again! Again!”

Desha frowned, before making his lightning lighten the room. He was not really fond of showing off his godlike skills, especially in front of Marika. But she looked so happy and thrilled by it that he could just not reject her eager asks. However, he was still a bit afraid that seeing it too much would trigger something in her, or make her want to be like this too.

“Ok now it’s time to sleep”, he ordered.

Marika wained, before putting her blanket on the top of her head, then she put it out one last time with an admirative look.

“You’re amazing daddy!”

“There’s nothing amazing about it”, he denied, looking suddenly gloomy.

“I still think you are”, she insisted with the honesty of a four-year-old girl.

He wry smiled before tousling her hair so similar to his.

“Good night my beloved daughter.”

“Good night Daddy!”

Just before passing the door, he whispered a gloomy sentence without thinking “I hope you’ll never become like me…”

“I forbid you from learning how to fight !” Desha loudly yelled at a now five-year-old and almost crying Marika.

He had found her training with the guards, a sword in hand and a couple of scratches on her tiny arms. His worries were totally clouding his mind, making it for him impossible to think straight.

“You do not need it!”

“But I want to !” She cried back, looking furious.

“Enough! Go back to your room! And let the sword here!”

“AAAAAH!” Marika loudly yelled while throwing the blade on the ground.

“Marika? Marika!”

But the young girl had already left to run into her bedroom while Desha stayed frozen and enraged at her behaviour. He had not thought one moment that the situation would worsen so quickly, since he had forbidden her in the first place, only out of worry for her well-being. But another thought had corrupted the rest, if she begin to learn how to fight maybe she would be tainted by it, maybe it would awaken some god’s parts in her.

“I am sorry, King Desha”, Captain apologized, his head down.

He currently was feeling like shit for not having predicted that the king would not agree to such a thing. Since everybody around her knew how to fight, it had not seemed strange for him that Marika would undergo the same path.

“Not a word”, Desha ordered coldly, hardly succeeding in keeping his anger to himself.

The father knew that he was not acting right, but for the first time, he was in front of a difficult situation where his authority was challenged by his child, while his worries seemed totally legitimate to him. He finally left the place, still undecided about what to do about the situation.

Meanwhile, Marika was crying on her bed, cursing his father for forbidding her what she was seeing as really important. A moment later, a knock at her door was heard.

“It’s your uncle Ouken”, the man's voice came through. “Can I come in?”

“... Yes…”

Marika sniffed and wiped half her tears and snot with her sleeve while he was entering her room.

“I heard about the whole commotion”, he admitted while coming to sit beside her.

“Daddy is so mean”, she whinged still half crying. “I just want to be able to protect mummy’s baby…”

“It is a very noble intention”, Ouken warmly acknowledged. “Still, I guess that your daddy thinks that he is the one who need to protect you three, soon four.”

“But he is too busy with his king things”, she cleverly pointed out, her eyes shining, “he is the king so it’s normal. So I have to be stronger to help him.”

“Maybe you should explain to him what you think.”

“He doesn’t want to listen to me…” Marika pouted, feeling down again.

“Do not worry, I know my brother, he will listen to you.”

“Really ?”

“Yeah.”

Marika jumped in her uncle’s arms, feeling already relieved by his words. And no longer after he had left her room, she indeed get her father’s visit.

“Don’t worry Daddy, you can help me protect mummy and the baby too”, she allowed him with a huge smile.

Desha froze at those words, and his dark thoughts instantly vanished from his mind in front of such genuine and gentle concern.

“Thank you, my daughter… Thank you…”

As you can guess, the next bonus will be about little Marika and the new addition to the Underworld's family ;) In those bonuses, Y/N is less present, so I hope you'll like it anyway ^^

Also it's a bit less self-indulging, but to excuse myself, I just had a baby myself so I'm experiencing how hard it is, and I have a hard time writing about it.

The last thing, I wanted to talk about the OCs name, like Marika. Since ROK's author chose a mythological name for Desha (Hadès) and Satun (Saturn) I did the same. For those who remember in Welcome, there's Janu (Jupiter or Jove) and his son Anetha (Athena), and here Marika is Makaria, Hades's daughter. There are a lot of interesting things in Latin or Greek mythology and ranking of kings, so do not hesitate to check it out!

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