i would kneel on the ground to tie the laces of your boots especially made for kicking ass. i would unlace your fanciest pair of heels at the end of the night and would carry you to bed; i'd massage the balls of your feet, the stiffness in your calves and press a kiss to your knee.
i would tie up your hair when you've got soap suds or flour up to your elbows, leaving the softest of kisses behind your ear. i would plait your hair, combing my fingers through your hair while we watch a film. soft yellow lamplight and fairy lights flickering we're in a world of our own.
i would peel all the oranges, bananas, pomegranates for you. you name it and it's done, baby. even if i haven't long nails to do so, i'll get a knife; i'll find a way. in fact, give me a knife and a peeler so i may peel apples and cut them into bite sized pieces. fruit preparation. i would cut fruit for you if i loved you.
i would hold an umbrella over your head when it's pouring. especially if you're taller than me, honey. i'd stretch my arm so that you don't get caught in the rain. i would walk through a rainstorm to see you, you know. but maybe on occasion we could dance in that rain, hot summer air keeping our shirts stuck to our skin; yet there we'll stay, laughing and drinking in this beauty.
• THIS IS ABOUT LESBIANISM • CISHET MEN & MINORS DNI •
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The alpha greets Kinn with Kim at his side, a possessive hand on the back of his neck forcing Kim to keep his head bowed. He gnashes his teeth against the radiating command of submit, submit, submit. He refuses to look at his brother, even when he hears Kinn’s sharp inhale.
Oh, Kim is certain he makes quite a shocking sight. His alpha has been kind enough to allow him pants for this meeting, a pair of filthy days-old sweats that still stink of his heat. The rest of his body is left bare. Every last mark on his body—the bruises sucked and beaten into his flesh, the scratches raked into his skin—is on display. And the crowning jewel—the still-healing bite in Kim’s neck, too high to even think of hiding it, barely scabbed over and flushed an angry red.
“Kim—”
The alpha digs his claws into Kim’s nape and he snarls, jerking in the unforgiving grip. He’s half-feral with fury and doesn’t care at all about the sticky warmth now dripping down his spine.
“Thank you for the gift,” the alpha says smoothly, dragging Kim into his side. He fights it, digging his own claws into his palms. He will not submit. “Not as docile as an omega should be, but it was a pleasure to break him in nonetheless.”
Kinn, forever wearing his heart on his sleeve, stands there struck dumb. Kim wants to yell at him, to demand he do something, say something, anything other than stand there, his silence an admission of his weakness. But Kim, trembling beneath the force of fury and fear and that fucking command, pulsing through their bond, can’t force the words to come.
“I believe we have business to discuss,” Kinn finally manages, a small relief, even if his voice is tight with barely restrained horror and hatred.
“Yes. Let’s find somewhere more comfortable. Come along, darling.”
As if Kim has a choice. He’s led by neck as the alpha turns on his heel and begins walking down the hall. Is it a deliberate choice to pass the room where Kim was forced to spend his heat, the thick, cloying scent of it still wafting out as they pass? It must be. Kim feels the charge in the air, Kinn’s hackles rising.
Kinn wants to kill him. The alpha that has taken what does not belong to him. He wants to protect his pack. Kim wants to tell him it’s too late for that. Years too late. Their father ensured a long time ago that there was nothing left to protect Kim from, no torment he’s been spared. Nothing he hasn’t learned to endure, just as he will continue to endure this.
Kim catches Kinn’s eyes only long enough to shake his head. Slowly, so that his brother will understand.
What’s done is done, he wills his brother to understand. Kim has already sacrificed himself to his brother’s cause. If Kinn ruins it all now in the name of hollow vengeance—it will have all been for nothing. The violation, the mutilation, a bite mark in his flesh that will scar into an unbreakable bond, forever tying him to this thing that is less than a man. Kim needs his sacrifice to be worth it.
This alpha will get what’s coming to him someday. Kim will make sure of it. But when that day comes, it will be his hand that delivers the killing blow. It’s the least of what he’s owed.
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Quan Cholang, the young dog warlord, was such a tragic character in the series and he was so similar to our main trio. He was thrust into power at a young age after his father’s untimely murder, dragged into a war he never wanted, had to lead the most disregarded province in nikan, and was the last bastion remaining against the republic and the hesperians. The hesperians wanted to remove all of dog province’s citizens from their homes in order to exploit the minerals of their land, and the republic wanted to subjugate them just as a matter of political principle. Cholang knew he couldn’t do anything, that his province was poor, had barely any people, had always been disregarded by the rest of the empire, and he knew the republic would crush him, but he refused to give in. when vaisra sent back his father’s decapitated head and corpse, cholang fled his own capital instead of capitulating. when the republic enforced sanctions on dog province, he asked his people to hold out a little longer and struggled alongside them in a futile attempt to maintain their autonomy. when rin’s army arrived, he fed and sheltered them despite his own province barely having any resources to spare. he gave rin and kitay (the most wanted criminals in the empire) his own personal quarters and rin was shocked at his kindness, without expecting anything in return. he was young, scared, leading a single, weak province against the strongest military force in the world and despite it all he refused to give up his people’s autonomy.
and then, against all odds, they won. cholang and venka conquered the north, rin defeated nezha at arlong, and the hesperians fled across the sea, with dog province’s minerals the last thing on their mind. cholang thought he had won, and that his people were safe.
and then, one day, he finds that rin and kitay are dead. nezha is the new ruler of the country and the hesperians are coming back. the hesperians want his province’s minerals, they don’t care who they have to remove to get them, and there is absolutely nothing cholang can do about it. he’s young, he’s scared, and his victory has slipped right out of his grasp. he’s played all his cards, held out every hope, but resistance was ultimately futile. he’s failed. and his people will suffer for it.
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