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missingartist · 4 years ago

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The Witcher’s Mate- Chapter 25

In all honestly, if someone told her that she would willingly allow Geralt to carry her off, she would have laughed at them. Adva told herself that if any man ever tried to carry her off, she would kick and scream till she escaped their clutches. The idea of having someone carrying her made her feel pathetic and vulnerable; she didn’t need anyone to do that until now. The inside of the castle was only fractionally warmer than the outside, with the unfortunate bonus that the thick stones that protected them from the biting wind seem to store the icy cold. Adva was sure back when there were enough Witchers to inhabit Kaer Morhen it was warm and toasty, with the raging fire ablaze throughout the fort. Now, however, it was freezing and barren. Her feet were already numb from the walk to the stronghold from the lake in what could barely be called a stitch of clothing. Stepping on the glass vial also hadn’t been the best idea, she was certain half of the blasted container was embedded in her foot, she could feel a steady stream of blood flow from foot and the tail tale sounds of the delicate droplets splattering against the stone. Even without her injuries, she couldn’t see herself being capable of finding her way back to her room.

But she wasn’t going to her room, she knew the second he stomped up the stairs that wasn’t the way to her chambers, but she couldn’t bring herself to care if he brought her to his room at least it meant he would stay with her. After the sour note that Cersi and Yennefer left on, she feared what would happen to her and him if they felt so inclined to return. And the thought of being more than an arms reach away from him filled her with dread. But the dread faded as he carried her up a winding staircase towards the very top of the forts highest tower.

Without dropping her, he kicked open the heavy wooden door with a bang and softly depositing her on the bed. The room was not what she expected; it was filled with several pieces of fine furniture, beautifully decorated rugs and tapestries. In the centre, opposite a grand stone fireplace, a large mahogany four-poster bed stood boldly, draped in rich green silk. It was a gorgeous room, fit for a king but had been left in a state, books and papers littered the floor and food left to go stale since his self banishment to the lake house. Her nose wrinkled as the smell of spoiling fruits and overripe cheese as the Witcher appeared in front of her with a jar of salve and a thick blanket that he dropped over her to protect her modestly while he knelt on the floor and examine her bloody foot. The sound of running water softly filling the background.

‘Sorry about the room. I wasn’t expecting…’ The golden eyes glanced up at her before quickly looked back at her injured foot.

Not trusting herself to speak, she continued to gaze upon the Witcher and felt a pang of guilt tore through her as she looked at his warn face, dark circled strain underneath his golden eyes, which seemed dimmer somehow. Golden skin seemed to have faded too, and even the bronzed hue was not enough to hide the sickly pallor that marred his skin. She had done that, her inability to see through Yennefer’s interference and her stubbornness has caused the prolonged suffering of not just her but him. Yet here he was tending to her so carefully in made her want to cry, she could scarcely feel the sting as he pulled the sliver of glass from her foot and smoothed in the salve, causing a weak giggle to erupt from her.

‘Someone is ticklish’ Geralt chuckled lowly as he raised to his feet and sent her a half-smile, it was a small one but a smile nevertheless, more then he had done in the past month at least. ‘Come on a little flower.’ Geralt purred and wrapped tightly in the blanket, and he strode over to a door half-hidden behind the chest of draws. Inside a cloud of steam warmed against her skin, blinking her way past the mist, she was in a grand bathing room. The room was large, decorated with a folded ornate dressing screen edged in gold and glisten wood that stood out against the white porcelain of the washing bowl and pitcher. The hulking Witcher settled her down on the edge of marble stone trough that dominated the middle of the room. Peering down, she watched the oil swirl around in the depth of water and filled the room with a heady fragrance of citrus and blossom.

‘You can em warm yourself in the tub. Towels are on the side.’ Geralt spoke through the thick mist of the heat of the room; she could see his gaze fascinated with the corner of the dresser screen. ‘I’ll be…I’ll be er next door if you need me.’ Geralt mumbled as he slowly retreated towards the door.

Adva couldn’t help but smile as she watched the big bad Witcher scurry from the room. But even after the door was firmly shut, she stared pensively, before, with a sigh, she shredded the last remains of her clothes and submerging herself in water.

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Geralt did not like uncertainly; he was a creature of action by his very nature, hesitation for a Witcher meant a very short life and a grizzly end. Now he wasn’t sure of anything, and that ambiguity was gnawing at him. From the moment he heard the bottle creak underfoot his heart soared like an eagle in flight over the Witchers trail, even more so when he watched his little goddess order Triss to throw the blonde mage through a portal. He was certain then she has made her choice but now, now in his room he wasn’t so sure.

He busied himself, washing in the wooden tub that has been placed in front of the fire seven winters ago during the great freeze. The circular tub was luxurious enough to satisfy him and filling the tube in the bathing room seemed more effort, then it was worth it. His wash was quick, removing any mud and leaves from his body and hair. Before shrugging a robe gifted from Duchess of Toussaint on his last excursion, it was a little flamboyant for his taste, but it covered himself and let him attend to his business with some modesty. He cleared the debris of the weeks prior and crafted a large fire to warm up the room. The sheets were clean enough, and he did not care to change them; he had other things of more importance to worry about, like Cersi and his mates mother.

They would be a problem which would need careful consideration and planning, but thankfully Kaer Morhen was the most impregnable fortress. They were landlocked, so the fear of a Merpeople army was not at the forefront of the list. Cersi was devious, and a threat, but the castle could be mage-proofed. But not to be forgotten was the threat from Adva unknown banished brother, he has already sent one assassin, he could send another or far worse. A weary hand rubbed over his face; he would keep her safe no matter what.

‘Hi.’

Turning around Geralt couldn’t stop a primitive growl from pushing its self through his chest and out through his mouth. There she was wrapped in a towel, smiling at him, all pink and fresh. The orange blossoms and bergamot oil lingered on her skin, but the scent of apple and salt overpowered them and sent his heart racing. She had rejected her chance to escape him and was here, with him, near-naked.

‘You better get dressed. I will….’ He forced out in a gruff low tone.

‘Stay’ a voice that sounded very similar to her own demanded the Witcher. He should go, they had a lot to discuss yet the mere thought of their parting cause her a great deal of pain.

‘Don’t….Don’t….say it if you don’t mean it I can't….’ Geralt voice wavered as it cut from the tension that churned in the air between him.

Reaching out she clutched his hand it hers, there was no warmth, his skin still suffering from trudging back to the stronghold in nothing but his breeches. Staring up at his piercing eyes, she cradled his large hand between her smaller one and towards her chest.

‘I… don’t understand what might happen, but I know we are stronger together. I…. I want to face this together. Properly. I want to BE with you.’ Adva forced herself to look up at him, to staring into the whirling mass of his golden eyes.

Geralt stared at his mate, his eyes burning into her skin, looking for a sign, any sign. It was unnerving to wait under the heavy gaze of her blues eyes. A small smile curved across her pouting lips and shy eyes looked up at him. His lovely mate brought her lips to his hand and kissed them. It was soft and tender; the heat from her lips surged through him and set off a raging fire within him. All the want he felt for her, the touched starvation, the neediness. A rumbling growl vibrated through the room, setting a trail of goosebumps across the paleness of her skin and a soft blush to creep up and rest on her cheeks. The last grasps on control slipped, and he surged forward, a scooped her into his aching arms, one hand under her knees and the other supporting her back as he brought into a searing kiss.

Adva found herself being lowered down into the middle of the bed, the hulking frame of her mate hovering over her, his lips moving against hers in a passionate embrace.

The anticipation and desire washed across Adva’s body as Geralt rested himself between her open legs, legs she parted widely to accommodate the Witchers thick body. Tentatively, she moved her hands across his golden skin. Heaving an eager breath, she licked her lips and again reached for her mate, her love. She was hungry for him in a way she'd never felt before, and she had to have him close, nestles between her thighs.

Geralt pulled back, and his features blossomed into a devilish smile. Delight and devotion were coursing through his body; their teeth clacked slightly at the sudden force of their kiss but neither relented. Adva opened her mouth for him, and he took advantage of her submission by thrusting his tongue into her willing mouth. Her kiss lacked his skill, but it was full of love and want. Reaching up, she tangled her hand in his ashen locks, and the others gripped his bicep relishing the quivering muscle underneath her touch. Not to be outdone it seemed, Geralt grabbed her again under her thighs and hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs back around his waist as he continued to attention down her neck and finally to suck gentle on her collarbone, causing the most indecent moan to mew from her, which seemed to spur the Witcher on as he nipped at her neck. The feel of his teeth sliding across her neck was enough to cause her whole body to tense, tightening her thighs hold against the Witchers hips, dragging their cores against each other.

With a grunt, Geralt pulled back to rest his forehead against her, his body almost trembling above hers. Panting, she was confused. Her brows furrowed, and her lips pouted. She watched as his eyes screwed shut and his brow pucked in his usual pensive look.

"Adva," his throaty voice snapped her back to herself, "You …..you have to tell me now if you aren’t ready….I don’t think I will be able to stop this if we go any further. I…want you too badly.’Geralt voice wavered, almost breaking as he spoke.

Her heart soared and broke at the same time. If she hadn’t have been so stubborn, she might have already been claimed, and the suffering they both had to endure wouldn’t have been. Yet, after the pain she had caused him, he was, as always, being so careful with her. Smiling up at him, she rose up on her forearms to meet his gaze.

‘I don’t want to be without you. I need you…Please don’t make me wait any longer.’

The plea from her was all that he seemed to need.

He pulled back onto his knew as he tore off the robed from his shoulders, and tossed it across the room, joined shortly by her towel. She was bare in front of him for the first time; any attempt to cover herself was met by a furiously deep growl and her desire to please him outweighed her want for modesty. Besides, her attention had settled in taking on her mate or more importantly, between his thighs. She had absolutely no basis for comparison apart from the brief glimpse she had seen in the Brightwater Whorehouse. They all appear inferior to her own dear Witcher. It bounced and swayed with his movements. It curved out from his body, looking rigid and swollen. A lowly rumble pulled her from her gaze and back to the Witcher who, with dark eyes, began once more to take his place over her. But for her hand to shot out against his chest, pausing him in his movements.

‘Please…let me.’ Her soft voice pleaded.

Geralt stopped moving above her; hungry eyes searched across her face as she gently raised herself and let her fingertips trace the surface of his skin. His hands came down to clasp her knees, but she was still focused on exploring his arms and torso. He was perfect muscle; his body didn’t seem real as if chiselled in marble. Catching her lip between her teeth, she felt his eyes burn into her, but she steeled herself, she dared herself to touch his cock as it hung proudly between them. Fascinated, she watched her hand run up and down the length of him. He was thick and hot; she was amazed at how reactive he was, how his chest juddered and stifled moan caught in his throat. Wrapping her hand around the base, her small hands could scarcely fit around him as she sheepishly stroked upward.

Geralt's strangled grunt brought her gazed away from his cock, but her hand's slow movement didn’t pause.

Darting her gaze back to his, his eyes were almost completely black, just a thing circle of gold remained, his jaw clenched tight, and she watched as bronzed callous hand pulled at her arm trapping it on the bed next to her. She had no idea what to do next, but she knew what her body wanted. She felt so empty, body clutching at nothing, wanting to be filled and mated. Her core was wet and in need of her mate.

Geralt’s hand left hers as they continued onward until she felt the skin of his palms and fingers caress the skin of her stomach. Inwardly she winced, her soft and flabby stomach was not attractive, but the moan that pushed itself from his lips was enough to let her forget her insecurities. His hands roamed, seemingly enthralled with the dip of her belly button followed the skin up towards her breasts, they locked eyes again, and a deep blush bloomed across her body. She remembered his touch from before, but this was different, it seemed more real than the time before.

‘Gods, I love your blush.’ Geralt all but moaned as his fingers ran across each rib below her breasts.

She felt her nipples harden and her breast perk into delicate peaks under Geralt's lusty stare. She wanted to explore every dip and ridge of his body but was more than content to allow him to explore first.

Skillfully, her mate lowered himself down onto her, which was too much. To feel the heat of their bodies burn together sinfully. Crowd his hulking frame against her small figure before returning to nip and suck down jaw and neck. A wanton groan tore from her in a needy whine, her body surrendering to his teasing. Soft whimpers continued to fall from her lips as he leisurely worked his way down her neck until he was placing sucking kisses across the top of her breasts.

Adva’s back arched his mouth began to suckle on the right nipple; his other hand came up to flick and pull at the other neglected nipple. His torso pinned her juddering hips that yearned for something, anything to take away the ache within her. Her hands fisted and twisted in his hair, pulling him to her as he sucked greedily. Every movement of his mouth urged her more till she was vibrating with need.

He released her breast with a wet plop and lowered his head to continue his kisses down her body, his hand never straying from her breasts. A whine she didn't know she was capable of escaped her throat as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Her body was shaking with impatience, excitement and fear.

She watched as she kissed his way down her torso until he hovered over the most intimate part of her body, heavy eyes locking on to her own. A primal growl roared through him as her inhaled deeply. His eyes darkened to an impossible degree, as a wicked smile blessed his lips. He looked like a predator, and it scared her, yet it thrilled her at the same time. She tried to close her legs and pull herself from his grasp, only pull her back as a glimmer of glee stretched across his features. With no effort, he pulled her back into position, holding her in place with one large hand.

"My… kiss… little Goddess…kiss… I have to…kiss… worship you…kiss…I need to…’

A strangled cry choked its ways out of her as he mouther kisses into her trembling thighs. It felt good. Too good. Too much. Gods. Bucking against him, a powerful snarl rippled up her body. As his hand pressed down on her hip, holding her in place, as is other hand pried shaky open legs, exposing her.

A delicate cry poured from her as his tongue drove into her folds swirling around her clit. The feel of his tongue plunging into her core was overwhelming, too much, but she was too weak to want to escape such a sinful feel.

One of his arms curled itself around her upper thigh, open palm against the opposite hip keeping her twisting body on the bed. Her eyes slammed shut tightly as another wave of pleasure surged through her as Geralt began to move again. His tongue was searching, alternating between circles, swirls, shapes and flicks till he found an action that brought about a cry of pleasure as she gripped the bedsheets, pushing her body up to lock eyes with him. Geralt smirked into her pussy, as he repeated the action again, and again, and again. Till it was as easy as breathing and his mate became a bubbling mess beneath him. His own moan began as her leg closed around his head, pulling him to her.

‘Please…..Please…Don’t….Stop….I can’t……I don’t know….Geralt.’ a string of moaned escaped her in a cry of passion.

Geralt growled at the sound of his names fell from her lips. From now on, he would have her call his name like that at least once a day. He was merciless. He knew that he was teasing, not hard enough to bring her to the release that she craved but light enough to keep her needy and wanting. Lowering himself down to lay full on the bed, a moan vibrating her clit as his cock rubbed tortuously against the bed, the friction that he craved. Another groan pushed its way out of her throat as his fingers traced the opening.

‘Gods Geralt’ Adva body curled into itself as Geralt middle finger slipped into her. During her fitful attempts at masturbating, she dipped her fingers into her arching core in an attempt to get some release but never had it felt like this. His digit searched her channel. Exploring and stretching.

Geralt let out a series of grunts as his finger sunk into her wetness. Gods, she was tight. And so hot. His eyes never left her as he plunged in and how curing how snugly she gripped at him. She was wet enough, but so tight. He kept his rhythm steady, as he worked into her till his finger hit that bundle of nerves he had desperately been searching for. Her whole body shuddered, and a flood of ecstasy rushed through her veins.

She was so close; the feeling was overpowering. Too much but at the same time, not enough. When Geralt slipped in, she felt an uncomfortable stretch pull at her core, she mewled lowly, her hips jerking against Geralt’s hold.

‘You're doing so good, love.’ Geralt moaned in between furious licks as his fingers plunged swiftly in and out of her, hitting that spot again and again.

‘Geralt…Ohhh Geralt.’ Adva body stiffened in the bliss that built in the pit of her stomach, threatening to burst in her.

Geralt grinned up at her as he pumped his fingers into her, curling them into her spot, his free hand sneaking up his body, messaging her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb as his tongue continued is an assault on her clit.

The whimpers grew into cries and the cries into shrieks of ecstasy. Geralt was in rapture as he watched her body arched and trembled as her orgasm broke through her. Her mouth formed into a perfect O as a nearly inaudible scream ripped through her. A mewling moan filled the room as her body twitched as wave after wave engulfed her. Her hands clawing at the sheet trying to find anything to keep her grounded

Geralt still between her thighs was lapping at her core, sending little after tremor thorough her as she rode out her high. When the last of the tremors subsided, she lay weightless against the pillows. Geralt was all but purring between her legs, making sure every drop of her essence was not wasted. She felt strangely energised but boneless like she has been poured onto the bed. She couldn’t help but give her mate the brightest smile she could muster as he kissed his way up her body.

Caging her in with his forearms Geralt settled down between her thighs and lazily kissed her lips. Adva groaned into his mouth as she tasted herself. It was not unpleasant; it was musty and thick, but it was proof of what had just happened.

‘Mmmm I am going to spend the rest of your life devouring you.’ Geralt moan into her mouth. ‘but don’t think we are anywhere near done. You. Are. Mine.’

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potatotrash0 · 4 years ago

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Kwami Swap

Rating: Teen for like single swear from Hinata

Word Count: ~1600

Genre: Humor?? Like 10% vague fluff??

Hokori chuckled, “I admit it’s a stretch. With the Cat Miraculous, I have bad luck most of the time, but ladybugs are good luck, aren’t they?”

Tentō narrowed his eyes, but they didn’t have much to go on as of now...clicking his tongue, he relented. “Fine,” he sighed, “try it. But I’m telling you, the Lucky Charm doesn’t just give you whatever you want. You have to actually figure out what to do with it.”

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Idk man I saw a Miraculous and Danganronpa crossover au and went completely feral and spat this out. Also yes inspired by @/moochisun

Also on AO3 under the same username!

I am. unoriginal. so I basically named Komaeda, dust in Japanese (hokori) and Hinata, ladybug (technically tentōchū but i went with tentō). shhh don’t question it

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Tentō stumbled as he landed, catching himself against the alleyway’s wall with a small grunt. Beside him, Hokori swung in just as haphazardly, though he seemed to be having more fun with his temporary Miraculous.

“Okay,” Tentō breathed, slumping down and running a hand through his hair as his breathing slowed. “New idea, we actually make a plan before attacking.” Hokori nodded, “Yes, that would be wise.” He laughed as Tentō kicked a rock his way.

“Well, how about we use your—ah, my Lucky Charm?” Hokori slipped into a more serious tone, one of his hands reaching for his yo-yo. “Yeah, no,” Tentō said, shaking his head and kicking off the wall. “Normally, I would agree, but we’re lagging behind because of our Miraculous swap. We don’t have enough information to come up with a solid plan or bullshit one like we’ve done before.”

“I suppose that’s true for you, but...” Hokori trailed off and paused for a moment, seemingly contemplating something, before his expression steeled itself. “Before you arrived to help, I got close enough to see that one of the jewels on Doragon’s choker was purple. I think the akuma is in there, so if we can distract them long enough for one of us to smash the crown, I might be able to purify it.”

Tentō nodded, his brows furrowing as he thought it over. “Alright. But what do we use as a distraction?” “Maybe the Lucky Charm will give us something the akuma might want? We know it chases after shiny or expensive things,” Hokori suggested.

Tentō blinked before snorting. “Hokori, you know how random my Lucky Charm is. Even though that plan would work theoretically, there’s no telling what the Lucky Charm might give us.”

Hokori cocked his head, pursing his lips slightly. “I have pretty good luck, though, so it might work.” Tentō rolled his eyes, “Yeah, because leaving things up to chance has definitely helped us save Tokyo before!” He felt the ears on the top of his head twitch, his tail whipping at his ankles.

Hokori chuckled, “I admit it’s a stretch. With the Cat Miraculous, I have bad luck most of the time, but ladybugs are good luck, aren’t they?” Tentō narrowed his eyes, but they didn’t have much to go on as of now...clicking his tongue, he relented. “Fine,” he sighed, “try it. But I’m telling you, the Lucky Charm doesn’t just give you whatever you want. You have to actually figure out what to do with it.”

‘This is ridiculous,’ he thought to himself, staring at the alleyway wall ahead. /I’ve tried this kind of stuff before, there’s no way that the rules of the Miraculous will bend just for him.’

His gaze flickered to Hokori when his ears picked up a quiet gasp. His partner had a giddy grin on his face, grey eyes sparkling. Tentō raised a brow and took a step closer, leaning over the boy’s shoulder.

He then let out some weird, strangled noise he couldn’t name. “...what the fuck?” In Hokori’s hands was an ornate box, made of wood and lined with velvet. Inside was probably the biggest necklace he had ever seen, along with a set of equally obnoxious earrings and several bangle bracelets. “Is—is that diamond?!” Tentō snatched the box from his partner’s hands, suddenly feeling like he needed to have a discussion about favoritism with Tikki.

Hokori, the damn bastard, burst out laughing before he slapped a hand over his mouth, doubling over.

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“I still can’t believe that worked,” Tentō huffed, leaning on his staff. Hokori giggled, eyes trained on the now-purified akuma lingering on his finger. “I didn’t expect it to work so well either, but I guess my luck pulled through again!”

A beeping came from the ring on his finger, one of the green paw prints flickering and fading to black. The akuma jumped up onto Hokori’s nose, its wings fluttering rapidly. “We should leave before we transform back,” Tentō said, waiting for his partner to bid goodbye to the butterfly. (He did his best not to smile too fondly when Hokori turned around after looking so sad to see it go.)

They parted ways near some bakery, Tentō opting to leap another block away before landing. He ducked around the corner, glancing around before deeming the coast clear. “Plagg, claws in.” The black kwami flew out from the ring with a little flourish, groaning dramatically and flopping into Hinata’s hands like some maiden fainting onto her lounge chair.

“Next time,” Plagg huffed, glaring up at him, “I better not have to do so much work just so you guys can transform.” Hinata scoffed, “You barely did anything.” “Excuse me? Going around Tokyo searching for my owner in a huge crowd is stressful! At this rate, my fur will start turning white.” “Yeah, right. You don’t even have fur! Besides, you can whine to Hokori about it, /I’m/ not your Miraculous holder.”

Hinata slipped off the ring and put it into the black box he had stored in his pocket. He handed it to Plagg, pointedly ignoring the cat’s complaints. “And tell him that his kwami is a pain in the ass for me,” Hinata called as Plagg flew off, snickering when yelled back indignantly, “Have some respect for your elders!”

Shortly after, Tikki flew into view, a wide smile on her face. “Hajime!” Hinata laughed as his kwami nuzzled against his cheek, holding her close for a moment. “Good to have you back, Tikki.” She settled into his shirt pocket like usual, handing him the earrings and taking the piece of chocolate he offered to her eagerly.

“By the way, the Miraculous’s powers are fixed, right?” He asked, putting on the earrings with only a little struggle. He made a mental note to ask Tsumiki or Mioda about his ears healing over. He felt Tikki nod, “Yes. Even if the Miraculous, transformations, and weapons change to fit the holder’s preferences, the fundamental abilities don’t change.” Hinata hummed, tongue flicking over his retainer idly before he replied. “So what’s up with Hokori getting exactly what he wanted from the Lucky Charm earlier?” “Hmm...” Tikki seemed to falter, nibbling at the chocolate as she thought. “According to Plagg, his holder tends to attract good and bad luck even without a Miraculous, so that might play into it.”

“So I was right to think it was pure bullshit.” “That’s...a crude way to put it, but you’re not entirely wrong. It is very abstract!”

Hinata sighed, a smile crossing his face. Well, chalking it up to luck wouldn’t be his first choice, but he supposed having a cryptic and roundabout cat-boy for a partner ruled out all of his “ideal circumstances” in general. Something told him it wouldn’t be quite as fun without Hokori and his chaotic ways, though.

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Hokori landed just behind the local bakery, being careful to ensure he was hidden from view. “Tikki, spots off,” he whispered, catching the spotted kwami in his hands. He was tempted to let Tikki take a nap, seeing how sleepy she looked in his palms. She deserved it, after all, but she also had to return to Tentō, so he gently nudged at her with his thumb. She took the hint after a moment, flying up and seemingly making Komaeda’s hair her temporary bed.

He took his time taking out the earrings and placing them back into their container, speaking up once he was done. “Come on, I’m sure Tentō would like to be reunited with his kwami.” Tikki brightened up at that, taking the black and red box with a renewed vigor. “It was nice meeting you,” Komaeda said softly, laughing when Tikki returned the sentiment by bumping against his nose with a smile.

Not too long after she left, Plagg flew in, announcing his presence by crashing into Komaeda’s chest with clearly exaggerated groaning. “You’re crushing on a guy with no idea what manners are, you know that, right?” Plagg said into his shirt, tail whipping around. Komaeda raised a brow but wasn’t too surprised to hear his kwami being so dramatic. He grabbed his Miraculous back with his left hand, the other one digging in his coat pocket for the container he kept Plagg’s beloved cheese in. “I’m well aware of how blunt Tentō can be, but I’ll keep your concerns in mind.” He tossed a piece of Camembert Plagg’s way, watching his kwami rush to catch it in his mouth with a grin.

Admittedly, he had been worried when Tikki approached him at first, knowing first hand how much Plagg tended to get himself into trouble. But at the very least, he was here now, unharmed and safe. Komaeda slipped the Cat Miraculous back onto his ring finger, feeling more at ease now that he had it back. For something he had only owned for a year, he found himself pretty attached to it.

Though, it was the same for most of the things he had gained in the past year. It was weird, allowing himself to enjoy his life after years of avoiding forming attachments in fear of losing them. It was so ingrained into him, trying to live without fearing the worst was almost harder than just accepting it. Komaeda shook his head, catching himself regressing back into his old habits. ‘Hinata-kun would probably be angry if he knew I was still entertaining the thought of my luck sabotaging me,’ he mused. It was a viable possibility in his eyes, but Hinata always seemed to be firmly against Komaeda’s “self-destructive tendencies,” to quote the brunet. Why, Komaeda still couldn’t grasp, but there was little that he understood about Hinata in general. ‘It’s not really necessary to understand someone to appreciate them though, is it?’

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itsakpopalypse · 5 years ago

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Lost In a Dream

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Cold sweat mats your hair to the back of your neck and around your hairline. Your breath comes heavy and hot, barely flowing out between quivering lips.

Kihyun.

His fingers so gentle, so soft, lips pulled back over pointed teeth gleaming in low light, flickering fire in the corner- playing orange and yellow on his skin. The air is full of him. The world is glitter and holographic rainbows and silken sheets and desire. It’s unheard of, the spark within you, far from mundane and far too perfect to explain.

You’re rolling at his gentle direction, granting him the entirety of your bared soul and silky skin from your shoulders to the widening of your hips. His hands follow a path made for them, slowly trailing across your burning body. “Petal, the sun will rise soon. The fog will wipe this from your mind.” His voice is resigned but sure. You know he’s right and the panic builds in your chest at the reality. Flowers and moss surround the bed, the smell in the air is so fresh, it always is like this near him. Alive. Clean. Meaningful. The air nearly sparkles when he speaks.

“Don’t leave me.” You whisper into the pillow, lips touching feather soft against the nape of your neck have you reeling, his fingers loop into your hair to pull it away, granting him further access to the expanse of skin beneath. His breath is warm and damp, you can feel the desperation in his touch.

“You have me.” He replies. True to his kind, you will get no solid answer. “You have me and I have you. What is a little distance when your heart beats between my ribs?”

You roll over, pulling him to hover above you so you can see the sincerity you know is there.

“I want you whole. Real. Not pieces stuck in my imagination. "

"I am real. This is real. The only thing you are imagining is that-" his finger points to the door which is opening, streaks of morning light cutting through the darkness. "That is a distraction. "

You can feel tears teasing your lashes. "I don't want to. I don't want to."

You are a petulant child and you fight the slow slip into reality, you grasp the fullness of his cheeks,thumbs brushing under his eyes.

His eyes are warm and his smile is gentle, and he holds your soul inside his as he murmurs soft promises and bids you farewell. "You must wake. But you're still mine. "

The soft rumble of his voice pulls you away. The edges of heaven slip out of your grasp and the real world crashes down like cold water. Reality is hateful and dull, leaving you weighed down and burdened. Your skin itches with memory. You cannot see a face, you cannot recall the substance of the dream but you're on fire with longing. Someone is missing you as you miss them. Someone is out there. A sweetpea sits beside your bed,one that was not there when you fell asleep. Delicate, pleasure, bliss, departure after having a good time.

It never made sense, but you had been receiving flowers with similar messages for as long as you could remember.

Soulmates weren't anything new, but most people remembered the face from their dreams. All you remember is fog and velvet kisses. Promises and a whisper. It's not fair, honestly. It's unheard of. Everyone sees their soulmate and when they meet them, it clicks. You're scared to tell anyone you can't see their face when you wake, so when asked you avoid it or act as though you're too shy. The flowers also, were inexplicable.

There's services to contact to look based on description but you don't have one to give. So you deflect and hope when you see them you'll just know.

You begin getting yourself ready for work, knowing another boring day awaits, and wish you could return to the world that lives in your mind.

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“Y/N! There’s a customer downstairs, can you check in please?” Your boss calls from the hallway, poking his head in to catch your attention. You look up from the plants your misting gently.

“Got it Sebastion.” You reply with a smile, setting down the spray bottle. “I’ll be right back.” You whisper to the plants, fingers gently tracing the edge of a leaf as you leave your favorite part of the job for a few minutes.

“Hello, welcome to Dream Blossoms, can I help you make a selection?” You ask as you approach the customer. He turns, and your momentarily struck. He has light pink hair, shaggy around his eyes which are warm and smiling. The corner of his lips tick up in greeting, and some warm tingle runs down your spine. You can’t explain it. It’s not the bolt of lightening you have heard is from soulmates, but the tingle is far too strong to go unnoticed.

When he speaks, his voice is quiet but firm and it draws you nearer, your feet following a path you don’t yet know yourself.

“Hello. I do think I could use your help.” The base of your neck feels hot, like someone is breathing on it. It isn’t unpleasant, as it would normally be, instead it’s welcoming.

“I am looking for a flower that expresses sorrow. Maybe one for longing… “ He pauses pursing his lips thoughtfully in a way that is far too attractive and makes the apples of your cheeks color. “Something about incandescent happiness.” His hands are in his pockets, but when he turns his body toward you, the draw pulls harder.

“I can throw something together, is it, for a lover?” You pass by him, and notice vaguely that the air near him smells less like a person and more like freshness. Clean and lively, and so so inviting.

“It’s. For someone who is very special. They’ll understand it all together. Perhaps you can incorporate forget-me-nots?” His eyes wrinkle when he smiles, and for a moment, the very edges of his teeth seem sharper than they should, and his eyes, did they change color?

The dreams must be getting to you, in your lack of sleep you are imagining insanity.

You eye him for a moment, desperate for a read on him. Deciding the bouquet is likely for his soulmate, you continue in your job, pushing the strange longing away. “Okay, give me a moment I think I can convey a feeling for you.” you incline your head to the chair in the corner flanked by orchids. “Have a seat please.”

You’d need white tulips, lily of the valley, blue bells, cutting and arranging various flowers to fit his description. Something appeared off. Unbalanced, without a thought, you grab some white sweet pea and add it into the bouquet, pulling the entire message together .

Upon returning a short while later, you gesture to the man. “Here, I think this should be right.”

He hurries to your side, something sparkling in his eyes as he looks over your work. He looks more excited than you’d expect, his skin brushing against yours a few seconds longer than you would expect. It feels natural and you want to sigh when he pulls his hand back and clears his throat. “It’s lovely. Can you.. Tell me why you chose what you did?”

“Of course. White tulips are best for a sincere apology, lilly of the valley indicating the return of happiness, and the blue bells for devotion, and you asked for the forget-me-nots so I assume you know they have several meanings. It’s sort of what inspired the others I picked. “

“Remembrance, connection even over time and distance, loyalty… Yes.” He nods, there's something sly in his smile, but you continue.

“Yes.”

“And the sweet pea?” He steps a little closer, “ Why that?” He seems nearly out of breath when he asks, leaning close to you, invading the bubble you kept to yourself. You shouldn't be okay with it, but you allow it, unable to bare backing away from the warmth that radiates from his being. He feels like life and happiness and it sends a rush down your limbs that you can’t describe, and he hasn’t even touched you.

“It was more of a haunch. You’re apologizing but trying to show your affection. It didn’t seem like it was something too heinous, more like you had been lost to them but are coming back. Did I assume too much?”

His smile widens, his eyes wrinkling and cheeks nearly covering his eyes. Oh. It’s a beautiful sight, and one that doesn’t belong to you, you remind yourself.

“It’s better than I could have hoped.” He replies and after paying, gives you a final smile and wave on his way out.

You wish you understood the way your heart followed him through the doors. It was silly, and wrong. You shook off the feeling and got back to tending the flowers. Your dreams must be altering your expectations.

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“You nearly had me.” He whispers into your neck, trailing gentle kisses across your collarbone. “This will all be better soon, I promise.“

You heave a sigh into his hair. Casting your gaze to the bouquet on the silver side table, engraved and ornate. Fireflies dance in the air around you and the skylight lets in the moonlight. You don’t know where he has taken you but you know you trust him with your everything.

“Why must we go so slow. If you found me, isn't that all there is?”

The tinkle of his laughter fills your ears, a sound you will never get tired of. “Not so simple, Petal. You are a woman of much distrust. I have to snatch you up the way my kind always must, if I’m to have you.” His nose scrunches as he meets your eyes with another light giggle.

"Remind me why you won't just tell me? After all this time and you've finally found 'day' me, but you won't just tell me who you are to me?"

You know you're pouting but it doesn't feel fair. You're getting to an age where people are going to wonder if you're undeclared… if your someone is already gone somehow. A cruel twist of fate before you'd even met.

You don't remember those things, of course, only the concepts around them, since your days slip from your mind at night the same way your nights slip your mind during the day. It's unfair, but loving Kihyun is worth it, will always be worth it.

"I'm sure you'd respond wonderfully to 'Hello, I'm Kihyun. I'm a fae living in the woods past a ‘glamour and I help bring the flowers. Oh, also I'm the man of your dreams.’" He poked your cheek gently with a laugh. "Oh! Literally. "

You scrunch up your nose in distaste but can't help the small huff of laughter. "Okay. Fine. If I heard that line I would likely never speak to you again. Cheesy."

"You love the way I am. You have to. That’s what soulmates mean.”

You shudder as the room begins to fade, and fear clouds your eyes-you reach for him. “Not again. I’m not ready to forget you.”

He gives you the same saddened, resigned face as every night. “You must wake. But you're still mine." His fingers begin to lose warmth against your cheeks as everything blurs. “You’ll be with me again soon. When this is over there will be no end to us.”

The streaks of light cloud your vision and you rub your eyes. The smell of fresh flowers sours.

You wake, and all is gone.

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“I never thought I’d see you sneaking around. Aren’t you supposed to be the good son?”

Kihyun turned to meet his brother’s eyes, unsurprised he had been followed by the light footed prince. He wore a teasing smile and his dark prowling outfit, no doubt on his way into a colony somewhere to experience the nightlife without the guards. Byeongkwan was a bit more… Outgoing, than himself.

Kihyun preferred to follow the rules, but the current situation was getting desperate. He was tired of the empty ache in his stomach when you weren’t there. He was tired of waiting for you to figure out something that was a bit too mystical for the human mind, and he was a bit too excited to hold you in the day time. It wouldn’t kill him to bend the rules a bit, just this once. After all, he was going to visit an artifact maker, not overthrow the Sirens.

“Yes well. Priorities.” He replied finally, watching his younger sibling’s smirk grow as he stepped into Kihyun’s space. Byeongkwan’s eyes sparkled and he genuinely looked full of glee at the discomfort Kihyun felt about disobeying. It wasn’t like he couldn’t do what he wanted… he was next in line for the throne… but there was a way things were done, to keep the glamour safe, and he wasn’t used to messing with the tried and true methods.

“Priorities,” Byeongkwan replied, stepping back with mischief in his eyes still, hand raising to show the dangling chain he had unsurprisingly picked off of Kihyun.

Always did have incredibly quick hands, that one.

“So it’s related to your lady, then isn’t it. Y/N.” He sat in the windowsill, holding the necklace up for inspection. The royal jewel pendant on the end glittered with a rainbow prism when the light filtered through it, something akin to moonstone but with more magick, more fire.

He squinted at his brother and held his hand out to receive the necklace. “Yes yes, you are a master of whispers and a knower of all secrets. I am suitably impressed. You can return it now.”

Byeongkwan sighed, placing it directly in Kihyun’s palm. ”Taking it to the enchanter, hm? You want her to know. Everything. I think it’s nice.” He smiled, wholesome and for once without a hint of teasing. It would have been a pretty smile, if he hadn’t ended it with one flicked up eyebrow, closing Kihyun’s hand around the pendant.

“Don’t lose this again.” He leaned in closer, this time with a glint that left Kihyun a little worried. “They won’t like this, and they already know.” His lips didn’t move, and his voice was too low to be picked up, it was likely he had used an enchantment of some kind, one without an incantation, which meant he genuinely believed they were being watched at this moment.

It took everything in Kihyun to not react or look for the source of the spying. Instead he smiled back in his most warm way. Nodding as he stepped back.

“She means everything, I won’t let this opportunity pass me up.” Kihyun watched Byeongkwan’s smile take on the knowing edge that made him as dangerous as he was. The message had been received on both sides. Kihyun needed to see you tonight, after dropping this necklace off.

----

“Loosen up, Y/N. You never know, you might meet your soulmate here! It’s not unusual for you to run into them in places like this.” Your friend laughed as she made a gesture to the rest of the dimly lit bar. It was open mic night and the person singing now was… less than fantastic.

Your head hurt and you wanted to leave. It was smelly and crowded and there were too many bodies in the tight space. “Right. Soulmate.” You nodded, knowing that wouldn’t happen. You couldn't even see his face how would you see him? You didn’t want to let out your secret so you forced a smile and lifted your drink to your lips. It was sweet, something that your friend had picked. It didn’t feel great going down, somewhat burning and the tingles it left in your fingertips were the only blessing. Perhaps with a buz it wouldn’t seem so sad that you were in this place when you wanted to be at home under your fuzziest blanket in your biggest shirt. You tugged at the hem of your dress, something a bit tighter than you were used to, but more than fitting for the scene.

“Yes. Soulmate. We are getting to be an age where we should and could meet them anywhere!” Your friend loved the idea, her smile sparkly and genuine. You matched it best you could and nodded to the change of singer, an older woman in her mid 50’s singing off key to Journey.

“Maybe there's yours.” you teased and your friend rolled her eyes, laughing off your joke as she motioned that her glass was empty and made her way through the crowd and from your table to get a new one.

You focused on the inside of your glass, uninterested in the crowd pushing in, when the song changed again and a voice that could only be described as hypnotic hit your ears. You looked up, shocked to find the man from the flower shop on the small stage, and somehow, his eyes found you as he sang. It stirred something in your chest, aligning the same as the other day. This time you would blame the combination of loneliness and alcohol, though. What you couldn’t explain away was the way his eyes burned into you as he sang, drifting closed only to hit notes that seemed far outside the average person’s vocal range.

Something about him was too enthralling to miss a second of, so you drank him in thirstily, unable to quench the longing in you. When he finished and the entire bar erupted into applause, you swallowed thickly at the lump that had formed in your throat. You heard someone sit opposit you, and fully expected your friend, but were met with someone else's eyes.

This guy… you’d seen him here on other nights. He was attractive, but he was a bit smoother than your tastes desired. His middle part exposed a regal brow set with a stud, eyes piercing and strong beneath them. He was far prettier than someone who belonged here, and he prowled the joint enough that you knew what he came here for.

“Did you enjoy the song?” He asked voice so deep it resonated in your chest, banging around like a caged bird. His eyes flitted from the low neckline of your dress back up to your lips before settling on your eyes.

“I think everyone did.” You replied as nonchalantly as you could. “He belongs on a real stage.”

For some reason, that amused your guest. He grinned, eyes sharp suddenly, leaning forward, all aloofness suddenly gone.

The room felt fuzzier somehow, when he neared. “He certainly doesn’t belong here. You are right about that.” He seemed to say it more to himself than to you, and it was strange that you felt the air a bit tinglier than before. You glanced at your still half full second glass… you shouldn't be feeling this much this quickly. You'd eaten.. and you'd been here over an hour…

"I.M. I think I saw your friends looking for you. Maybe you should go and meet them.” It was him. He had come your way, the man from the shop, who sings so beautifully. However, this time when he spoke, instead of a gentle voice, it had a sharpness to it that was unfamiliar. He seemed... Irked? Jealous? His handsome face was tight and lacked the soft smiles you had grown to love far too fast. Any trace of the pleasant wrinkles and endearing nose scrunches far gone.

The man in the other seat, I.M as he had been called, was smirking knowingly at the Flower Guy. They stared silently at each other, one stoic, one amused. It wasn’t a cruel smile but there was an edge to it, like they were silently exchanging a conversation you weren’t privy to. After a moment, his smirk turned to a full, bright smile, and he turned back to you, grasping your hand gently and placing a soft kiss on the top. “Pleasure to meet you, I’m sure we will see each other soon.” His deep voice had not lost its charm.

You nodded back, “Perhaps.” Was all you could think to say, your cheeks were burning but it wasn’t because of I.M’s low tones or flirty smiles, or even the way his lips had grazed your hands. It was the intense, unwavering stare of the Flower Guy. You felt nearly aflame under his gaze. As I.M departed you bit your lip, almost afraid to meet his dark eyes.

When you did, you were pleased to see the darkness had seeped out, instead replaced with a different type of intensity, but his lips were turned up at the corners now. You’d have sighed in relief but you didn’t want him catch on.

“Petal. Pleasure to see you here.” His voice was soft again, as it had been the first time you met. It sent tingles down your spine. Or was that still the drink? You didn’t know. The air was too full, too full of oxygen and you were nearly heaving from the high of it.

“Is it? I don’t even know your name, nor do you seem to know mine.”

An eyebrow lifted in response, tongue darting to the corner of his lips momentarily as he considered his response. “Mh. I know your name, Y/n. Petal fits you better.”

Oh. Oh. Why did that make the inside of your chest feel so full? Your head was still light and silly. It didn’t make sense, but the closer Flower Guy got, the more grounded you felt.

“Whole.” You murmured to yourself, slipping between your too loosened lips.

“What was that, Petal?” His teeth looked sharp again gleaming behind his lips. It must be a trick of the light dancing on their tips, and the fire water flowing in your veins.

“Nothing. Just thinking about something.” You replied, licking your lips and hoping he wouldn't inquire further.

Your phone buzzed on the table, blessedly giving you reprieve from his eyes.

I’m leaving with Matt. You good?

Your friend had rekindled with her on again off again fling clearly, and while you didn’t begrudge her a good time, you also weren’t sure you were going to sober up in time to be safely home. It was best to call for a car service, because you weren’t sure walking was a great idea in your state either.

“Everything alright?” His voice dragged you out of your thoughts, a finger gently unwrinkling your brow- you hadn’t even known that you had furrowed.

“Yeah. My friend is leaving, so I should probably try to find a way home too. I didn’t come here for me.” Flower Guy started to look concerned, his own brows so beautifully creasing. “I’d rather curl up in bed anyway, dreams are the best part of my day.” Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, realizing the whimsy in your voice was perhaps uncalled for with a new acquaintance.

Inexplicably, it seemed to please him though, his eyes darted to the table top and he covered his smile behind one hand, clearing his throat before smoothing his face into a more neutral position and asking you. “Soulmate dreams, then?”

“Ah.” you frown, unsure how to answer. “I suppose. I can never remember. But I wake up happy. Happier than ever.”

Something indiscernible crosses his face and he smiles again, it’s one of the extra dazzling ones where his cheeks cover his eyes and his nose scrunches. “Oh. I should assist you in getting to your bed then. So you can be happy.”

Your eyebrows shot up in shock. He-What? His hands were already rising in defense, shaking them back and forth as though to push your thoughts away, his face panicked.

“NO! Oh. No. I meant.” His cheeks puffed as he sucked in too much air and scratched the back of his neck. “I meant it in the way where I help you get a driver and make sure you get home safe. From outside. I won’t go in... to your bed. Where you sleep that's. Uh. That’s not what I meant and…” He was cute flustered, cheeks tinging pink and words rushing out on top of each other. You couldn't help but laugh, placing two fingers on his lips to stop the babble.

“I got it. Thank you.”

He nodded, clearly still embarrassed. It didn’t stop his lips from pouting out slightly into the pressure from your fingers, so soft and…

No. Not a safe line of thought. You had to admit that while you had initially found him attractive, every time you saw him it intensified. You were starting to wonder what made him smile. What made him infinitely happier. Was it the person he had gotten the flowers for?

Why were you still touching him??

He didn’t speak more as your fingers dropped from his lips, instead he stared at your hand in your lap and stood, clearing his throat again. Then he took your hand in his own to help you to your feet. It would have been suave, and gone perfectly, had not some very intoxicated patron bumped directly into you and set you off balance as you lifted yourself, so instead you stumbled and fell on Flower Guy fully. He caught you, gripping you in a sheltering way to his toned and warm chest.

When you looked into his eyes to thank him, the room seemed to slow. Nothing made sense for a moment. The entire universe took a moment to stem the tides of time and the only thing you saw was the shine within his gaze. The truth lay there, something about fate.

“Ah! Y/N!”

.....And just like that, the spell was broken, you righted yourself, pushing gently against Flower Guy’s chest to do so.

“Simon.” You nodded in the direction of the interruption.

“Why are you here? You hate going out.. You have always hated going out. It’s part of why we didn’t work.” Simon looked smug and you just wanted to turn and walk away. He didn't deserve your time, after sleeping with other people in clubs because you were ‘no fun’.

Before you could defend yourself, Flower guy smirked, that hardened expression back. Instead, he replied for you. “That’s why we are headed home. If you’ll excuse us.” You weren’t sure how he had so quickly read the vibe, but you were thankful, and now he had rescued you in some way or another, three times within the night.

Simon stood back, fumbling to reply as Flower Guy entwined your fingers and cast you a sultry smile, the type you had yet to see, but very much hoped you’d see more of, because it forced your heart into your throat.. “Let’s go, Petal.” Before leading you out onto the sidewalk.

He hailed a cab and still got inside, but not until assuring you he was only doing it so he could pay and take it to his own home.

You thanked him as you got out in front of your building, and asked him for his name. He only smiled and said. “Next time, Petal. Third time is always a charm.”

You weren't sure why, but as the door to the cab slammed shut before you, you knew your dreams were going to be more... intense this time.

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"You're impossible. Irredeemable. I do not condone it." Kihyun is half serious and his scolding comes with the lightest of taps on your rear, as though punishment for your so called crimes. It doesn’t last though, and as gentle as it was to start with, he runs his hands over the spots he swatted reverently. “It’s naughty. You are in trouble.” His lips pout prettily with the words and you want to be serious but you can’t.

You're laughing, cuddled into his embrace, you don't take offense because his voice has that teasing note that means you're about to be complimented.

"Am I?" You ask with softly pouted lips, gazing up into his eyes through your lashes.

"Yes. You're in a lot of trouble, Petal. You draw others to you like wil o’ whisps to a lost traveler. AND those you draw are of my people, dangerous and seductive. " he is trying to frown, and you can tell worries lie behind his eyes, but he's too full of love for you make to you feel any true shame.

"Seductive? Are you being jealous?" You crave his jealousy. You know what nights it brings you when he is on fire with it. The way it makes his movements less careful and adoring, more desirous and heady.

You love it when he devours your love like the sweetest dessert.

"Jealous? Perhaps. Worried? More than I can say. Impatient for you to come to me? Ardently. I want to steal you away. Scoop you up into my arms and drag you to the veil. When I finally get you, you'd better be ready." Danger sparks in his eyes. The exact type of danger that makes your skin too tight and your fingers itch to wrap around him. You love it when he pushes you to the brink of desire…

"You're a silver tongued seducer on your own. Why would I ever turn to another?" You question, breathless and leaning in to him as a reed sways in the wind.

"You won't." And you know he's right. The words drip off his sweetened silver tongue so full of promises you know he will keep. After all… fae can't lie.

He's laid his soul bare for you so many nights, that games aren't what he wants. There isn't a riddle in the way between you. Just circumstances.

All deception would do is complicate your arrival and his impatience is too overwhelming.

"Because I'm still yours." You remind him, as the fog begins to roll in with the sun, and he nods, bittersweet and determined.

"I’ll make it right." He whispers.

You gasp awake, clutching your heaving chest and wondering why your skin felt alight. You swallowed and gazed at the sun coming up. For some reason, you felt so loved. Someone out there felt things for you that you could hardly fathom. You still couldn’t see a face, but some missing piece clicked now. You felt the emotions. Longing, happiness, affection, impatience. Something was different, this morning.

When you saw fresh sweet peas by your bed again you couldn’t bite back your grin.

It would be a new day

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The line at the cafe was a bit shorter than usual and you considered yourself lucky, hustling inside before your shift at the flower shop. Your apron was hanging out of your jacket pocket and you were very ready for your daily cold brew. The wind wasn’t quite cold enough to bite your fingertips and force you to switch to your winter drink.

The jingle of the bell behind you didn’t catch your attention until you smelled that strange floral freshness that drew you in. Flower Guy, it had to be, no one else could elicit the same response, your heart quickening pace and your fingertips buzzing. Should you turn around and greet him? No isn’t that strange, considering you shouldn’t recognize him by smell??

Stay cool, y/n, stay cool. Instead you go up and order your drink, lightly sweetened and stand off to the side pretending not to see him out of the corner of your eye. Hiding behind your hair as you lift your phone as though you are texting someone. He’s watching you, and biting his bottom lip to hold back a smile. His head tilts to one side and you notice his hair has changed a little. It’s still soft pink, but now it also has an undercut, and the way it’s swooped away from his brow bone has your heartbeat quickening, even without a solid look at him. His eyebrows lift and he seems about to say something to you, but instead goes to the counter to order since the line has moved. You notice him settle in standing beside you as he waits for his drink.

“Petal. I told you there would be a third meeting, didn’t I?” His voice is as honeyed and smooth as ever, and you have to bite back the little noise you so desperately want to make.

Trying to act as though you are surprised it’s him, you look up and smile gently. “Oh. Hello. You also told me that on the third meeting you would tell me your name, didn’t you.”

He does that beautiful, breathtaking smile again, the one that causes creases to form beside his eyes and lights your soul up like the sun.

“I did. And I will. Let’s sit for a minute.” He tilts his head to indicate a nearby table. You check your watch, unsure if you have time to sit before work.

You have never been late before though, and your boss wouldn’t scold you if it wasn’t very late…

You meet his eyes and nod, taking a seat as he slides across from you. “I’m glad I saw you here… I was going to go by the shop soon in fact, because there’s something I needed to talk to you about. I thought it would entice you into coming somewhere with me.”

You want to blurt out that everything about him is enticing, alive, and enchanting but you manage to control it. Instead you laugh a little and look at your hands on the table, where his fingers slowly, and with plenty of time for you to stop him, gently lace in between yours on the table. Your palms don’t meet, and it’s not quite holding hands, but it means something and you can tell.

You don’t want to be conflicted but you are, because those flowers were for some one.

“What about your…” You search for the right word, eyes darting from his fingers to his lips to the fringe that tickles the side of his brow. “Person? The one you got the bouquet for.” You clarify.

He giggles.

Giggles.

“What if I told you that was a ploy to talk to you?” Mischief sparkles in his eyes and he brushes up and down your index finger with his thumb, the tiniest touch is making your chest feel tight and full and you are realizing it is getting harder and harder to deny that this feels what people explain. This feels like soulmates? But it was a slow fall, not that instant dunk into a freezing tank of water, instead, it was like you had been in water that was warm, and it was slowly getting hotter and hotter, and you had barely realized it before it began to boil.

It didn’t fit the descriptions, but it meant something, it had to.

“I would-" but you were cut off by the ringing of his phone. He gave you an apologetic smile and checked it. The frown that crept onto his face told you that it wasn’t good. .

“I have to take this.” He said, but he looked torn and hurt by it.

“It’s an emergency. We’ll catch up next time. Maybe fourth time is the real charm, for us.” You said with a small smile, trying to convince him you were okay with it. He squeezed your hand in his reassuringly before scuffling out of the coffee shop, forgetting his drink on the counter as he did. You got up to grab both drinks and saw a small blue box on the chair he had been in. As you returned to the table to investigate, you saw there was “Petal” written on it in neat handwriting. This was for you?

You picked up the box and put it in your jacket pocket, and hurried out in the direction he had gone, hoping to catch him in the parking lot with the coffee.

The wind was blowing your hair into your face and making it hard to see, but you were rushing too much to care. It took a moment to go through and realize that he was long gone, and you held the two coffees and chewed your lip, trying to figure out what to do.

“Look! A lost flower in the big city.” A deep familiar voice was too close, causing you to jump forward and spin to meet their gaze. I.M Strange, but he seemed to know your Flower Guy.

You greeted him with an uneasy smile. “Oh, hi, did you see… I-I don’t know his name?”

A smile slowly stretched across his face, eyes sparkling with some mischief. “Your darling? I can help you find him. For a price.”

You squint for a moment, something about the situation felt a little.. Off? “What kind of price?”

“Oh don’t worry. It won’t seem like much. But I may have need of a favor from you. No money or tricks. Just a no questions asked favor.” I.M looked more honest but you still felt uncertain. Flower Guy hadn’t seemed to like him so much, unless that was just jealousy… You didn’t have much of a choice, something inside you nagged at you that Flower Guy needed you for something. An inner calling that began beneath your ribs and wrapped into each one like a vine. The constriction was suffocating. You didn’t know why, but you knew you needed to go to him… Was it worth the price?

Deciding that it was better to give a favor to this man than to have something bad happen, you nodded. “Alright. One favor. Within REASON.”

The smile that slid onto his face made you question your decision but you stayed resolute. Something was wrong, and you needed to help.

He extended his hand to you in a deep bow, you scoffed but took it, and he lead you away.

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The greenery around you was lush and vibrant, and the smell in the air was the same as that ozone smell before a storm. You felt uneasy but at home all at once, and it made your skin itch as you drew your arms across your chest in defensive posture.

Coffees long forgotten, the box in your pocket felt heavy for some reason, the air around you grew still. You eyed I.M as he turned around finally, eyes unreadable.

“We approach the faerie ring. Once you get inside, we will have to activate it, and that will get us through the veil.” He was explaining, but it didn’t make sense.

“The what? What are you saying?“ Your head was shaking and your hand instinctively went to your pocket again. The box was.. Vibrating?

He fully tuned to face you, heaving a sigh. “All right I will make this fast and lover boy can flesh out the details when everything is better okay? Let’s start here.” He waved around to indicate the area. “This is a portal. I protect the portal.” He points to the small grassy patch that while untouched with light, is brighter than the rest of the forest floor. It is a perfect circle lined with flowers of exotic beauty and the air around it shimmers a bit in the dim lighting. “Your lover boy and I are both fae. I don’t need to explain that do I?”

“Ah. Maybe? I don’t know. Magic is real?” You squinted in confusion but his face fell to full deadpan in response.

“Soulmates are basically magic, but fae are a stretch? Don’t be silly. Just like. Ground rules. Don’t give anyone your full name. Fake name or partial name only, understood? Also We can’t lie but we are really good at deceiving with words so be careful. The rest is less important. Anyway. Your darling is in there-” He points back to the ring again. “And he is probably in trouble. He gave you something today right?”

You nod. “Well, he was going to but he got a call and left. Which you saw. He dropped it on his way out.” You fish the box out of your pocket. “It’s buzzing. Is this magic?”

I.M looked slightly envious for a moment, tongue darting out before he replied. “Yeah. Open it. Now. You’ll need it.”

“I wanted to ask him about it before I-” You began but when his eyes met yours, steely and serious, you decided to listen. Opening the box gently, you pulled a chord inside. It was silvery but a bit heavier than one would expect for how thin the chain was. It was a necklace of some kind, with a stone hanging from the end pendant style that seemed to be shining with inner light. It was almost opalescent, rainbows sparking inside. When it touched your skin you gasped, and electricity leapt through your body in arcs that should have left you stunned but instead left you gasping and awakened.

The air got even more shimmery, and when you looked at I.M he looked startled, his mouth fell open and he pointed at you while you slowly rolled your shoulders against the thrumming in your veins.

Slowly, your regained your normal footing, realizing things felt different, inside and out. You felt different.

“Sly.” I.M said with a giggle. “You are one of us. Or partially. Guess my favor is even better now.”

“I don’t.” You began before things began to shift and bend around you, almost as though you yourself had a bubble around you refracting light… “I.M, touch me.”

His eyebrows raised, but he did as you asked, lifting his hand only to have it forcefully blasted back as he reached your bubble. Sparks arched from the place he touched, sizzling as though it would burn him if he tried again.

“You absolute… This is great, turn it off so we can go and get him?”

You nodded, concentrating on bringing the bubble in closer to your skin, then pressing itself back into the gem. You didn’t know HOW you knew to, but you knew it was the thing to do.

As you stepped inside the fairy ring, reality itself seemed to shift. You closed your eyes and when you opened them, you were in a forest much thicker, much more foriegn.

The wildlife was exotic, and shimmers danced into your vision.

Flashes of silk and skin kept playing in your head. Ki.. His name bounced on and off the tip of your tongue in the most irritating fashion. But you knew how he tasted, how he felt flush against you. How his lips felt pressed against the crown of your head. You knew he brought you flowers.

You knew he was yours.

But it wasn’t time to revel in memories, so you turned to I.M who was still regarding you carefully. “By now, they’ll have him cornered. Come on.”

You nodded and followed but still called out to ask him who has him and why.

“Usurpers. Your sweetheart is the 1st prince of the Seelie court, and word got out about you. You being human and all. It caused the already more tricky members of court to stage a coup. That’s where we come in. “ He waggled his eyebrows and it occurred to you that he genuinely was a good person, if a little feisty. You liked him more each moment.

“And how do YOU know about this plot?”

His smile was jagged at its edges as he cut through a passage and lead you further along. “Oh. I know people, you know?”

You didn’t know, but there wasn’t time to dig into I.M’s world too deeply when you were still recovering memories as they slid into place on their own.

Laughter in sheets and silvery moonlight, nicknames and promises. Years of it, years of being his without knowing.

You two kept mostly quiet as you slid through the tunnels. The air felt colder, but not quite damp, still, some pressure on your skin akin to humidity, but with more life set you on edge.

I.M motioned for you to come close, and pointed out into the opening ahead.

There was a ring of creatures, shades of blues and purples some with wings and some without, all surrounding Ki-, the man, your man.

Your prince

You corrected. He didn’t look overly concerned, in fact, he almost seemed confident even surrounded as he was. You couldn’t make out the conversation but there were weapons pointed at him, and panic filled your gut.

“What can I do?”

“We’re cloaked best we can be. You’re going to have to get right in the middle of all of that and activate the gem. Do you think you can?”

His laughter soft and happy in your ear, breath bouncing off your skin sending shivers down your spine. The way his fingers traced the sides of your face. Your soulmate, yours all along.

You nodded with firm conviction. You would have to. “I can do whatever I need to.”

I.M smiled back at you, gave your hand a reassuring pat and pointed. “Then go get him.”

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You sucked your breath in and held in on approach. You could hear your heart beating in your ears but you knew there wasn’t a choice. Thinking quickly, you pretended to fall, the noise drawing the attention of the entire group.

Kihyun looked up at you eyes widened, alarmed and upset. His head began to shake and mouth formed an “O”. The panic in his eyes made you feel guilty, but he didn’t know your plan.

“Who is that? Is that her?” A blue skinned creature that stood roughly 6ft tall asked with a graveled voice.

Kihyun’s eyes were steely and angry, he looked ready to make a move and you wished you could calm him. There were too many of them and they were heavily armed. You needed to goad them into getting you closer to him.

“Aren’t we lucky.Now they can watch each other die.” A smaller one with sharp jagged teeth said, chuckling.

“If you even-” Kihyun began before a harsh slap rang out and he fell to the ground. You lunged towards him without thinking, only to be stopped suddenly.

“Please. Let me see him.” You begged, you needed to be sure he was okay.

When a pale fae with purple hair and sharpened claws grabbed your arm you winced, he was dragging you to your feet and into the middle. “You’ll see him. You’ll see him bleed out.”

You were pushed towards where he was getting back to his feet, he stumbled but he caught you in his arms, trying to wrap his body around you and check you for injury.

Electricity traveled inside your veins immediately, and for a moment you were lost in memories, lost in dreams...

Silver moonlight in pink hair. Giggles and secrets and kisses. Hot skin on cool nights and promises made between glistening lips. The feather soft beat of his eyelashes against your cheek as he sings softly to you. The way your heartbeat syncs into his and drags you home. Home is him, and it’s all real. It’s a blur, but then it’s part of you, he’s part of you.

You see him, much younger, much more excited.

“You belong here as much as I do, this power is as much yours as it is mine. You are one of us, even if it’s just a little bit.” His scrunched nose makes you weak with happiness and you feel the air sparkle with your combined magick. That little bit in your veins is enough to feel the words he says are true.

“So I really won’t remember you in the morning? We only just met!” You want to stay in this place with him.

“You won’t. Because I am not human, and neither are you. Or at least not all of the way. We’ll make it work, I’ll find my way to you.”

When you opened your eyes again, Kihyun was panicking, saying something to you, but your ears were still ringing. You smiled reassuringly and touched his face, cupping his cheek with one hand as you squeezed tight to the necklace in your pocket with the other, and the shimmering light enveloped you both.

He was smiling, then, and holding onto you as the fae outside began trying to attack, only to be bounced back by the shield that surrounded you.

“Hi,” you said to him, ignoring the ruckus, “It’s nice to see you again, Kihyun. My Kihyun. My soulmate.”

His eyes were watering and he was laughing, holding your face in both his hands as he realized you had returned to him. “It worked. It worked and you remember don’t you?” He peppered kisses across your forehead and cheeks, with giggles. “This is real! This is real and you’re mine.”

You didn’t think before you acted, only knew that he had to be closer to you. Gripping the back of his neck, you tugged his face closer to yours and tilted your head to press your lips to his. Softly, at first, and then firmly when he breathed into the kiss and tightened his hold, hands pressing into your lower back and pulling you up into him. You swear you had never felt so full and so alive at once, his lips the perfect blend of soft and harsh. This was the kind of kiss people wrote songs about, the kind of fairy tail nonsense that was fed to you as a child. But here, in his arms, there didn’t seem to be a single thing in the world more magical than the press of his lips desperate to know you as well in reality as they had in dreams.

You eventually pulled back, albeit unwillingly, your foreheads joined as you both caught your breath.

He glanced up, reluctant to look away but knowing the threat was still present. You followed his gaze when a huge smile lit his face.

“You didn’t have to wait so long to help out, but you always did have a flair for the dramatic.” He’s speaking to a smaller man outside the bubble, silver hair and a sneaky smile. He’s handsome too, with round eyes that tilt up at the ends.

“We had a plan. You should trust us more.” He insists as I.M joins at his side, there’s others in hoods and robes also all around, apprehending the group

I.M looks slyer than ever, “You still owe me, highness.”

“I’m not-” you begin, only to be cut off by Byeongkwan who is smirking and Kihyun.

“You will be, pleasure to meet you, sister in law.” He winks at you and turns to make a hand sign at the group around him. “We’ll take care of this. You guys head back.”

You slowly let go of the jewel in your pocket, retracting the shimmering light. Kihyun refuses to let you go, clutching onto your hand and lacing your fingers.

You walk off knowing that things will be okay, that whatever is next, together you’d figure it out.

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The sheets are silken. The bedside table is silver. The room has a skylight.

You smell life and flowers and Kihyun and the scent of your skin combined.

There’s no fog to usher you back into the day, there is nothing rushing you away from this dream.

You snuggle deeper into his hold, he murmurs in his sleep from you shifting, eyes fluttering open to regard you blearily.

“Hello Princess.” His voice is lower and thick with sleep, you’re nearly overwhelmed with love,the way your skin tingles and your breath quickens at his touch.

“Hello, Prince.” You respond as his lips brush yours lovingly, starting soft and deepening as you tightened your grip.

His fingers danced along the skin of your collar bone, drifting down your arms to stroke your skin lovingly. The heat between you was always present, but as he grunted into the kiss and rolled you onto your back, teeth glistening in the dark, you knew that this was going to be a longer night. And you had all night...

This time, you weren’t lost in a dream, you were lost in him, and that was perfectly alright....

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chrystening · 6 years ago

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Loathing | Daenerys Targaryen / Female Reader

Title: Loathing Fandom: Game of Thrones, ASOIAF Rating: M Words: 2.6k Summary: You're weak, stupid. You don't deserve her. Daenerys begs to differ. Warnings: comfort, a slap occurs, oral sex, slight violence at the beginning, sweet fluffy sex

a/n: taking commissions ~~

“Where is this—this queen?” a random noble sneered at you, his robes swashing around his feet. He was clearly agitated, brown eyes lit with indignation. Whatever his troubles, you did not like the way he snarled Daenerys’s title.

You were in the halls of the Meereen palace, tending to whatever little matters needed attending to. You turned to face him completely, hands clasped before your thighs. You didn’t bother keeping the distaste from your gaze, leveling it on him with no care for pleasantries. It wasn’t yet time for Daenerys to take complaints, so who had let this buffoon in?

“Her Grace,” you said plainly, not bothering to sound polite, “is currently preoccupied with another matter. You’ll have to come some other time.” You tried your best to look as collected as you could.

He spat at you, missing--thank the Gods. You stared at the glob of spit on the ground before looking to him in disbelief and belated amusement. You’d never seen nobles act so disgracefully in public, not even in King’s Landing. You were about to remove yourself from his presence when he spoke again.

“Brainless girl—“ he growled, and it shamed you to admit the insult kind of hurt. No one needed to tell you that you were brainless. You knew it all too well.

Nevertheless, you put on a brave face and rolled your eyes, about to leave once more when you felt a terribly rough hand grasp you by the shoulder.

You yelped, shock and fear jolting through your body. You were whirled around to face the Meereenese noble once more, but your head was knocked to the side as a starburst of pain erupted on your cheek. Your vision swam as you were knocked down to the floor, the brute force of the slap enough to take you off your feet. You grasped your cheek and looked up at the noble in tearful disbelief.

“You will take me to her at once—“ he began, but was cut short by a cold order barked through the air.

“Take him away,” you heard.

The noble looked to where it had come from, and opened his mouth to talk, but was silenced the blunt end of a javelin struck against his calves. He collapsed to the floor in a cry of pain. An Unsullied guard apprehended him, not fazed at all by his struggling.

You thanked the guard, gripping your cheek hard, trying to will tears away. When you looked up, you saw Daenerys striding towards you, utter fury and cold retribution on her face.

Moments like that made you hate the way she made you feel, the way she was so fierce and asserting; the way she was smart enough to make her own decisions and wise enough to ask for help; the way she was so strong when you were weak. But most of all, you hated yourself.

Daenerys looked up at you from where she sat in her tub. She had none of the vitriol from today’s earlier events, looking very much relaxed. Steam from the water curled around her body, mystic and magical. The room was dim, except for dappled light filtering in through the ornate lattices. They made lacelike patterns on the walls. They hit her platinum crown, light bouncing off her hair in silver-gold rays. It was a sight too pretty for the likes of you.

Her violet eyes dared. Their intensity made you turn from her.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” she spoke out, tone laden with mischief. “Get in with me.” You heard the water slosh and hit the floor, telling you that Daenerys had stood up. You felt yourself stir with warmth, and you controlled yourself to not look at her. If you did, you didn’t think you would be able to resist your queen anything.

“It’s hardly appropriate,” you breathed, fingering the soap in your hand.

“’It’s hardly appropriate, Your Grace,’” you heard, knowing there was a smirk on her face.

“Daenerys,” you plead, exasperated.

You heard water once more, droplets hitting the ground and the wet pat of feet. You felt yourself tremble, consumed with the thought of Daenerys’s smooth body. A smooth, soft body much unlike your own. You heard her tread closer, and you imagined the rivulets that ran down the expanse of her stomach, her arms, her chest.

“Daenerys,” you whispered. Your voice failed you, making your mutter come out cracked, defeated.

You sharply inhaled, feeling her press against you from behind. She brought her arms around your neck, nuzzling into your hair. One of her arms dropped, hands set on unburdening you on your top. With the undoing of a clasp, your top fell from your torso. As soon as it fell to your feet, Daenerys turned you around. The removal of your blouse left you bare and vulnerable in more ways than one.

You gulped. You brought your eyes up to her face so as to not ogle her body. Daenerys was the same height as you, so her eyes coming to the same level as yours. But that wasn’t where they were looking. You found hers scanning your chest, lingering and unabashed. They met your gaze soon enough. Daenerys didn’t break eye contact as she used her sly fingers to untie the knot that held your skirt up. It pooled around your ankles, a sea of Meereen blue.

Still looking into her eyes, you bit your lip. Daenerys grinned at this, nodding, giving you permission. She didn't know why you always seemed to need it, though. Her body was yours, as far as she was concerned.

Your eyes lowered, landing immediately on her breasts.

The sight stirred warmth in you every time, making you shudder. But where you should’ve found a sudden inspiration to relent to Daenerys, you just felt even worse.

“Ugh,” you croaked, tears wetting your eyes. You shook your head at your stupidity, bringing a hand to cover your face. Daenerys brought your hand away and placed hers on each of your cheeks, before whipping one away when you flinched.

“Does it still hurt?” she asked, panicked. Her eyes scanned your face in worry, before in confusion when you pushed her away by the shoulders.

“No,” you sighed. “It doesn’t.”

Daenerys looked even more confused, taking a step back towards you. You took a step back, folding your arms to shield your chest and twisting the front of your body out of sight. At your action, she flushed, embarrassed.

“I—I’m sorry,” she said, looking down with shame. “I thought… you…” She gave up on trying to say it into words.

“I do!” you said back, fiercely. “Of course I do! You’re…” You looked her up and down with warm cheeks.

“Then what am I doing wrong?” she asked, genuinely nonplussed. You breathed out. Though she was a conqueror, a queen, the next heir to a centuries-old dynasty, she was still a woman who had been born on a rock, whisked away to the other side of the world, perpetually in hiding from assassins.

“You aren’t doing anything wrong.” You bit your lip. “I’m just…" You sighed. "Brainless.”

“You are not,” Daenerys said harshly, a tone that made you flinch. She continued softly, “You are not.”

When she had gotten her arms around you, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you enjoyed the embrace. In it you were safe, even from yourself.

Daenerys whispered in your skin, “You are not, you are not.” It made you shiver, along with the honey-like kisses she left with it. She looked upon your face, to see if you were retaining her words at all.

“I love you,” she affirmed, looking directly into your eyes, smiling brightly.

You laughed at this, tears falling. You sniffled. “You deserve… better.”

“You are better,” she scoffed. Her eyebrows furrowed desperately and her eyes frantically searched your face for understanding. “I want you.” She swayed with her arms around your waist, the both of your bodies rocking together chastely despite the nudity. Either way, your arms still attempted to shield yourself, despite Daenerys having seen all of you long ago.

“It’s not your wit, I treasure, my love,” she spoke, soft and sweet. Despite her tone, the statement felt like a wet blanket, and you imagined she could see you visibly deflate like a wilted flower. She continued, speaking firmly. “It’s not all I treasure. It’s also your kindness. Your imagination. Your creativity.” Her words were like balm to your wounds. “Your loyalty, your faith, your complete trust in me—“

You giggled a bit at her praise, your teary eyes like crescents. “Okay, okay, I get it,” you joked. “I’m pretty great.” You flipped a hair off your shoulder comically.

“You are,” she whispered.

Daenerys’s eyes fluttered to a close as she laid a soft kiss to your lips. When they opened, they held knowing. That’s how it seemed to always be; Daenerys knew, while you ambled dumbly around trying to follow her lead.

You shook your head. Daenerys wouldn’t want you talking about yourself like that. She had a question in her eyes, wondering what you were thinking, but you waved it off. Her peach lips curled into a grin and her violet eyes lighted with playfulness once again.

“Get in with me,” she said again. She stepped back and lead you by the arm, standing next to the marble tub which still beheld sloshing bathwater. It glimmered with oils and wine, as inviting as Daenerys herself.

You smiled, just a bit, walking forward and letting your free arm fall to the side, baring all of you.

You both slipped in, the water running over the tub’s edge having to hold the two of you now. You hissed through your teeth as the water flowed over you. It was warm, as pleasant as it had looked. Daenerys laughed.

She couldn’t resist leaning into you and kissing your lips once again, tracing swirls around your nipples, grinning at your trembles. You wanted to please her as well, reaching under her abdomen to find her wetness, before she batted your hands away.

“It would be me who would pamper you, for once,” she said, voice light with mirth. You smiled shyly, allowing yourself to sit back against the tub. You breathed out, allowing your eyes to flutter shut. When you did, you were pleasantly surprised to feel her fingers stroking your most sensitive parts, earning a breathy moan. You heard her hum in satisfaction, wondering if she was watching the emotions flit across your face.

She circled around the bulb of your clitoris, making your entire body seethe and burn from the attention. She didn't have to do much work to get your breathing erratically. Her free hand frustratingly trailed noncommittally across your collarbones, your shoulders, down your arm, skirting so closely by the swell of your breast. When she deemed you wet and bothered enough, she prodded against your opening.

When one digit slipped into you with ease, your body shuddered on its own accord. The same happened when the digit multiplied into two, three, four. Daenerys purred, saying in your ears how very good you were, how well you were doing. You didn’t open your eyes because they were squeezed shut from the pressure building, but you also were pleased with the fact that you didn’t know what would happen next.

Your knees wanted to brace together on instinct at the stimulation below, but they were prevented by Daenerys, who clearly preferred to get a perfect view. While her four fingers drove into you again and again, her other hand found your breast and teased the pert bud on it. She flicked at it, pinched, kneaded, knowing all you probably wanted was her mouth on it. Your favorite part of times like this was her mouth on you.

You whimpered, eyes opening blearily. Your brow furrowed, beads of sweat forming as Daenerys was relentless.

“Daenerys,” you mewled, squirming. Without many words, she understood you were close. Her eyes dilated, hungry.

“Up, up, up, my love,” she urged you, withdrawing most of her hand from inside you. You cried at the sudden emptiness, and you feel your core pulse, wanting more. She left only one finger pumping inside you, enough to keep you going but hardly satisfying.

Daenerys helped you raise yourself to the tub’s edge, your limbs feeling like jelly. When you were sitting comfortably a second later, water falling off your figure in currents, she all but dove for you.

Out came her coated finger, and in came her tongue. Your toes curled as you openly cried into the air, eyes shutting again. Daenerys was feverously kissing your other pair of lips, her tongue lashing wickedly in every corner and fold it could get. Your slick ran down her chin, and it didn’t bother her one bit. Her tongue decided to focus its efforts on lathering against your clit, stroking and bestowing on it the utmost attention. Daenerys suckled and worried it with her teeth on it--you almost lost your balance.

Her tongue only skirted around your entrance so far, until your fist in her wet hair tightened and you bucked towards her.

Daenerys’s eyes closed as her tongue breached past the threshold. Feeling the hot, wet appendage explore you shamelessly only threatened to drive you over your limit. You gasped, tears beading your eyes once again, but this time for the best reason. Her tongue pumped faster, trying to go deeper as she nodded her head forward. The buildup was too much, and all you had been holding in let go at once, like a dam bursting open to a flood. You came with an agonized scream, fingers clenched tight in her hair, your thighs weak.

Daenerys went to quick work at lapping all of you up, intent on not wasting a drop. You looked down at her and found pleasure in seeing her face soiled with you, dripping and smattered on her skin. Her tongue was a flash of pink that flickered in strokes against your heat. You breathed deeply, stroking her head. Pamper you, she did.

When Daenerys was done, she opened her mouth and let her tongue fall out to show you she had swallowed. Her eyes were mischievous amethysts in her pretty face and you found you couldn’t resist. You slid back into the water with her and kissed her hard and open. Your own taste ran across your tongues from hers, distinct and tart. When you had gotten your fill, you both withdrew into heavy pants.

You two looked into each other’s eyes, chests heaving and water dripping from your skin. After a few seconds you both began to giggle, drunk on the aftereffects.

You dove into Daenerys’s chest, nuzzling against the swell of her breasts like a child. She laughed, taking you into her arms and letting one drop to the curve of your ass, one of her more adventurous fingers finding the spot to push in between. You yelped at the intrusion and tried to get back at her, tickling her sides. She squirmed, face split into a wide grin. After moments of intense tickling and touching and fondling, you both melted into an easy silence.

Only the sloshing water made any noise as you both lay in the tub, bodies flush together.

You hugged her tightly. You didn’t know if you were asking or stating, but either way you said, “I… I’m what you want.”

Her hand gently smoothed against your ear, your cheek, falling to your neck.

“You are,” she responded softly, in a way that made you wish this moment would never end.

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pengiesama · 6 years ago

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Too Many Cooks (Fic, Gen)

Title: Too Many Cooks Series: Tales of Zestiria Pairing: Gen Characters: Rose, Alisha, Malfore

Summary: Rose and company help Alisha protect a vital shipping lane from attack by a rampaging drake. "Luckily" for them, Rolance has sent their own Shepherd to help.

(Or, "The One Where Everyone Involved Learns a Lesson in Patience and Self-Control, and Also How Not to Stab People.")

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This was my entry for day one of the TOZ 4th Anniversary project, at @tozanniversary! Day two's prompt was “I’m the son of a provincial lard!”.

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Rolance and Hyland were now working together on a variety of initiatives. Rebuilding destroyed towns, reseeding blighted fields, purging the land of the hellions that still roamed and of the lingering pockets of resistance to the kingdoms’ treaty. Alisha, of course, worked tirelessly; alongside Sergei, when he was available, but always Rose. Rose was still styling on the Shepherd Incognito thing – she was just used to working in the shadows when it came to things outside the Sparrowfeathers business, and it was easier besides.

There were those who remembered the Shepherd Sorey, and tales of his deeds were spreading; tales made larger than life and more wild by his sudden disappearance, at the very same time hope returned to the land. Surely he will return when humanity becomes pure enough. He sleeps under the mountain, waiting for this day. Leave offerings at the mantle for his seraphic helpers to bring to him each night. Rose was kind of worried about how Sorey would react to having a religion built up around him when he finally woke up.

Rose knew that taking up the Shepherd gig wouldn’t be easy. Sure, Sorey was stuck handling the really hard stuff. (She sent up a little prayer every night to wish him well – she never prayed in the past, never thought anyone would listen, but now she knew that Sorey would and was and always will.) But she was stuck handling the really annoying stuff.

The political stuff.

The political stuff that you couldn’t solve by stabbing with a knife.

The political stuff that you could solve by stabbing with a knife but now you’ve got a very delicate truce situation to navigate and so you can’t.

“…and I tell you this in utter sincerity, and above all, humility: the moment I appeared on the scene, the hellion took a single look at me and turned tail! I spoke naught a word, but the foul creature surely understood the overwhelming holy power at my command.” Malfore nodded gravely, and adjusted that stupid fucking beret on his stupid fucking skull. “It is a heavy burden. I do not intend to upset your delicate feminine composure with my travel accounts – please do let me know if you feel that you are about to faint from terror. But I tell you these tales for a reason. Understand, ladies, that you are safe under my protection as we travel.”

“Cool story, bro,” Rose said. Alisha was stiff as a rail, walking several paces ahead of them, clearly too infuriated to trust herself to speak. “I bet that was totally a hellion and not just like, a fat raccoon you saw knocking over the garbage cans behind the Shrinechurch one time.”

“Yes, it was truly a saga for the ages,” Malfore said, clearly not having registered a word she said. “I am indeed writing a memoir about my experiences, so please, do be patient while the creative process works. Ah, but that brings to mind another encounter…”

The mission they were on today was, indeed, dangerous. They were out to investigate a string of destructive landslides that threatened to dam up a major shipping highway between Rolance and Hyland – which would bring trade, not to mention transport of relief supplies and doctors, to a screeching halt. Preliminary scouting around the area led to the grim conclusion that they were probably dealing with a drake. An impossible task for the Hyland princess and her troop of ordinary soldiers (and her totally ordinary merchant pal who was only tagging along to make sure their supply train kept running smoothly) to be expected to deal with herself. And so, Rolance had graciously allowed Hyland to borrow their Shepherd (who was Totally Legit, and definitely not a fake asshole who didn’t know a hellion from a hole in the ground) to help with the process of retaking the river.

Rose was used to humoring pompous windbags – it was part of the customer service gig. Even Edna and Lailah had learned to live with the situation for the time being. But Alisha…well. She’d been condescended to and insulted and disregarded by people all her life, and had taken it with a kind of martyr attitude; as if it was simply a test to make her a better knight. But Malfore seemed to really be stretching her patience to the breaking point. She’d hardly said a word the past few days – as if Malfore had even let them get a word in, with all his yapping, but even when they were in their tent alone together, she was as silent as a stone, and as prickly as a pufferfish every time Rose approached.

“May I explain Alisha’s struggle?” Lailah asked politely.

Rose jumped a mile at the sudden sound of Lailah’s voice in her head. Malfore laughed magnanimously, and gently patted Rose on her head like a scared puppy. He removed his hand before Rose could break his fucking fingers.

“Fear not, for as I am standing here in front of you today, you can be assured that this story has a happy end. Now, as I was saying, I was wooing the beautiful water seraph who had rescued me from my sinking vessel, when the pirates attacked…”

“I’m going to bury him in dirt and bugs tonight while he sleeps and you can’t stop me,” Edna said.

“Now, now,” Lailah said mildly, not even pretending to dissuade her. “Regarding Alisha’s stress, it is clear that she is upset by Malfore’s falsehoods above all.”

“That makes approximately all of us,” Rose whispered back under her breath. Gesticulating wildly as he mimed the pirate battle, Malfore didn’t notice one bit. “But she’s spent her whole life working with politicians. I’ve seen her with them before, and she’s never gotten like this even when they’re lying through their teeth.”

“It is the nature of Malfore’s falsehoods, specifically. She is clearly quite upset at the thought of him taking credit for your and Sorey’s hard work and sacrifice.”

“And she can’t even call him out on it, or bury him in bugs and dirt,” Edna added. “This Rolance treaty is more trouble than it’s worth.”

“I don’t remember ever fighting off a hellion raccoon,” Rose said dubiously. “Or wooing a water seraph. Unless bringing that stack of books for Mikleo to read on his downtime counts.”

Mikleo was usually too preoccupied with tending to Sorey’s light in the ruins to come along on these missions, but this time it was probably for the best – he’d probably be stomping along ahead, fuming at Malfore’s bullshit right alongside Alisha.

Which, in turn, would have resulted in them both getting caught up in the sudden landslide that knocked Alisha off her feet and sent her tumbling down the mountain. Her form rapidly became a white and pink speck as it was swept away under a tide of mud and stone, down into the river below. Rose heard the telltale shriek of a drake, and jerked her eyes away from Alisha just in time to see the creature charging at them from the woods.

“Hepsin Yulind!”

Edna’s stone fists grasped the drake by its curled, goat-like horns. Rose dug the ornate heels of her boots into the ground; only barely managing to halt the drake’s charge with the armatus’ strength before it knocked her down the mountain and into the drink with Alisha. The drake, undaunted, thrashed its head in an attempt to break Rose’s grip.

“Think fast!” Edna snapped at her. “You can’t expect me to keep this up forever!”

Even if Edna’s grip remained true, their footing was becoming less and less existent, with every stomp and thrash of the drake’s cloven hooves. If they didn’t get on solid ground fast, both she and the drake would wind up careening down the mountainside – she had no idea where Alisha was down there, and would have no way to keep her from getting crushed by ten tons of malevolent scales. That would ruin her day even faster than Malfore rambling about pirates and racoons. She had no idea where that idiot had run off to – he certainly wasn’t helping, not that Rose would have wanted to have to deal with whatever his idea of “help” would be. Alas, Rose was the only Shepherd on call today. What a tragedy.

In situations like these, Rose liked to go by the mantra: What Would Sorey Do?

“Yeehaw!” Rose yeehawed yeehawingly, and flipped herself onto the drake’s back.

She held on for dear life as the drake shrieked and bucked. With the horns in her grip, she was able to steer them – inexpertly, and clumsily, but it was enough to get the drake to tangle itself in the trees and crash headlong into the mountain face. It was stunned, stunned long enough for Rose to summon Lailah’s power and get to work.

“Here,” Rose said hurriedly, lowering the unconscious earth seraph to the ground in front of Lailah. “Keep an eye on them, I’ve gotta—”

“Thank your radiant Lady Edna for her compassion?” Edna asked. She had Alisha held aloft in a bower of vines and flowers – Rose hadn’t noticed her slip away while she and Lailah purified the drake. Alisha was soaked from the river, and covered in scratches and bruises, but was conscious, and struggling against the vines that held her tight. “You’re welcome. Here’s your special delivery.”

“I—I’m so sorry,” Alisha managed to get out. Rose helped her down from the vines, and slung Alisha’s arm around her shoulders to steady her. “If I hadn’t been acting so childishly, I…I wouldn’t have put everyone in danger…”

“And we would have had no heads up that the drake was two seconds away from charging us flat.” Rose thumped her on the back, and Alisha grunted at the feeling. “Believe me, that could’ve gone way worse…speaking of worse, did you see if our friend came tumbling after you? We were down one Shepherd in that little scuffle.”

Alisha’s eyes narrowed, and her expression darkened at hearing of Malfore’s…lack of participation. “…no, I did not see whether he was knocked down alongside me. I suppose we must form a search party.”

“Don’t bother,” Edna said. She pointed into the trees with her umbrella. A telltale fallen beret pinpointed the location. “He’s cowering under a bush over there. Better go get him before the poison ivy does.”

Rose sighed. “Sometimes I really wish this Shepherd gig really was just fighting hellions. C’mon, I’ll help you walk…”

To his credit, Malfore only screamed a little when Rose drew back the leaves covering his hiding spot. He stared at Rose in wide-eyed terror, his complexion pale, his whole body shaking.

“Nice to see you’re well, Lord Shepherd,” Rose said. She dropped his beret back onto his head.

“You…how…” Malfore grasped for words. “You…wrestled the landslide itself, as if – as if it were some charging beast—”

Rose distantly recalled Lailah explaining that humans without resonance couldn’t quite perceive drakes – dragons were a different story, but before things got that bad, drakes could only be seen as natural disasters. Whirlwinds, typhoons. Landslides. Her escapades probably did look pretty damn weird to an outside observer.

It would be nice to tell him the truth. It would be nice to grab him by the ear, and forcibly share enough resonance with him to show him the real deal – show him what a fake he really was. But…Rose looked at Alisha, at the unhappy line of her mouth, at her bruised and battered body. She understood what was going through Alisha’s mind, even without Lailah’s voice to tell her. Alisha worked herself to the bone to improve relations with Rolance. She’d made so much progress, and they were helping so many people. As they helped people, the world’s malevolence lightened; as the world’s malevolence lightened, they helped Sorey. And to keep this going, all they had to do was humor an idiot.

Rose closed her eyes, and gently eased Alisha to stand on her own. She crossed her arms over her chest, and pressed one hand to her heart.

“I’ll tell you my secret – but only you,” Rose said, her expression grave. “I’m an alien from beyond the stars, fleeing from my planet that was destroyed when I was but a babe in my cradle. I was adopted as a baby by a simple farmer couple. This world’s yellow sun gives me ten times the strength of a normal human, and also I can shoot laser beams out of my eyes.”

Alisha blinked slowly, then pressed her fingers delicately to her skull, as if checking for a concussion. Lailah hummed thoughtfully and continued to heal the worst of Alisha’s injuries; saving the rest for when they had privacy.

Malfore squinted as he processed this information. “But…how did you learn to tame the landslide?”

“I grew up on a farm. It was a rock farm. A farm for rocks,” Rose explained, as Edna fed ideas in her ear. “Landslides were a basic occupational hazard. You know how it is.”

Malfore shakily rose to his feet, and dusted himself off. “I was born to one of Rolance’s most ancient and noble houses, so I’m afraid the finer points of farming may be lost on me…but thank you for assisting, visitor from beyond the stars. Had I been alone, I would have been able to best the hellion in perhaps a similar – but more elegant, of course – fashion, but I was too preoccupied with ensuring the safety of you and the Princess Alisha, and, alas, it very nearly spelled the doom of all three of us. My compassion has always been my greatest strength, and my greatest weakness.”

“Yeah, okay,” Rose said. “That’s totally probably what happened. How about we get turned around and get back on the road? I’m sure your bosses in Pendrago will love to hear about you getting this taken care of.”

“Oh, silly thing,” Malfore laughed. “The Shepherd serves no master but the people. But yes, yes, the Shrinechurch will want to hear my report. Do not worry – I will keep your secret safe, and will not speak of your involvement in the incident.”

“Thanks,” Rose said drily. “You’re a real pal.”

“The seraph we saved will follow along with us to the nearest town,” Lailah explained to Rose. “We can perform the necessary steps to install them as Lord of the Land there. They should be able to extend their domain to prevent any further malevolent influence on the sensitive areas of the shipping lanes.”

That, at least, made Alisha smile. Rose sighed and shook her head as they began walking. At least something good came out of this trip.

Though at least now she knew that she could pretty confidently tackle a goat.

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As Luck Would Have It (1/5)

My take on a post-Revelation story, with lots of feels, fluff, and angst >:D

Leokamu, Leorrin, or whatever, if that wasn’t obvious enough lol xP (Can also be read on Ao3, but thanks to tumblr’s stupid tagging system it will be in the source link on this post. I’ve also put the link at the end of this post.)

“So… what are you planning to do now, Leo?” The question had been simple enough, but it left the prince at a blank. Peace had been acquired between Hoshido and Nohr, the true threat between the two countries finally at an end, and with that peace came drastic changes on both sides.

Ryoma, now king of his country, had taken Camilla as his queen during the war, their son Shiro barely a year old at this point. In the land of dusk, Xander and Hinoka had happily settled as king and queen, their own son Siegbert only a few months younger than his cousin but almost nearly as rambunctious.

Prince Takumi and his wife Oboro had restored her family’s kimono shop to its former glory, all the while seeing to the restoration efforts present throughout Hoshido and sitting in for Ryoma and Camilla when they were away from the country. Princess Sakura and her husband Kaden, wanting to assist their homeland in their own way, had traveled to almost all of the clinics and hospitals within Hoshido, tending to the wounded and sick.

Then there came the three remaining royals - four, if you counted Azura.

After the war, Kamui had become the queen of the now-restored Valla. Although she had insisted that Azura was the rightful heir to the throne and deserved to be its ruler, the songstress had politely rejected the notion, instead becoming Kamui’s personal advisor on everything regarding their homeland, now that they could speak freely on the topic. She, along with her husband, Kaze, chose to stay out of the limelight; but both were willing to help out with anything, should they be called to it.

Elise, not wanting to depart from Kamui’s side “ever again”, had also remained in Valla with her former sister, becoming sort of a beacon of hope and joy to the growing population there, something the kingdom truly needed. She and Odin, the latter having remained with his liege, had begun something of a courtship after the war, though both were far too immature to even consider the next step.

Leo, meanwhile, had come to a standstill in his life.

He hadn't needed to return to Nohr necessarily; war wasn’t on the horizon and Xander had a pretty firm grasp on everything at hand. He could travel to Hoshido if he wanted, being close friends with Takumi and all, but he reasoned he would simply feel out of place.

So, he had stayed in Valla. It was the most logical conclusion, after all, and had absolutely nothing to do with the young woman who sat on the throne.

“So… what are you planning to do now, Leo?” Camilla had asked him on one of her and their family’s (many) visits to the new kingdom, and he found that he really didn’t have an answer.

Well, he did, but he wasn’t about to go and voice it. Especially to someone like Camilla.

In the time during the war, he and Kamui had become inseparable, spending long nights reading together or discussing events that had occurred during the day. Before Leo could even fathom what was happening, her kind heart and quirky behavior had won him over completely. She was beautiful beyond belief and even the sound of her laugh lessened his burdens by a mile.

He had grown to care for her; not as a sister, but as a woman. And despite every objection that rose at the very notion of remaining with her, he couldn’t stay away.

“Well, to be honest, I was considering teaching lessons on war strategy here in Valla, seeing as Kamui learned so much back when I tutored her.” Leo finally replied, glancing up at his sister. “I haven’t run the idea by her yet, however.”

Camilla seemed quite pleased by the thought. “Oh, that sounds perfect for you! I’m sure the people here will benefit greatly from that talented brain of yours.”

It was something, at the very least. A footstep in the right direction.

“You? A Teacher?” Elise nearly guffawed, and Leo managed the deepest scowl possible.

He should’ve known his younger sister wouldn’t take the thought seriously, but Kamui, blessed Kamui, had the complete opposite reaction.

“Now, Elise,” she tutted at the girl, “Leo did wonders in improving my tactical skills during the war. I think he would do great in tutoring others, should they wish to learn.”

Elise shrugged, her mouth going slightly sideways. “If you say so, Big Sister. So long as he doesn’t lose that temper of his.”

“You honestly think I’d be so incompetent?” Leo asked, and Elise shrugged again.

“Perhaps you could even attend such lessons, Elise,” Kamui suggested. “You did mention wanting to understand battle formations better a while back.”

“Yeah, I could sit in on a few, I guess,” the girl said in what sounded like surrender, which, where Kamui was involved, wasn’t out of the question. She looked over her shoulder toward the exit to the library, then announced, “I’m gonna go find Odin; he said something about wanting to tell me a story about time travel or the like. See you both later.” And with that, the youngest Nohrian princess bounced away, leaving Leo and Kamui alone.

“Thanks for defending me,” Leo said sheepishly once the space was silent. Kamui turned to him, offering him a little smile.

“You did so all the time back in Nohr for my sake, I felt I could step in for once,” she explained, crossing her arms and wandering to the ornate window at the far end of the room. Leo took a moment to observe her, the way the sunlight practically reflected off her silvery hair, but a moment was all he allowed.

“Something the matter?” he asked as he moved to her side, and Kamui shrugged.

“Ryoma and Xander mentioned wanting to speak with me after dinner this evening. I can only assume it’s in relation to foreign matters, but…”

“But?” Leo pressed. Kamui sighed and turned to face him. Her face was distraught, an expression the prince was not expecting to see.

“I… Camilla and Ryoma were speaking in their chambers the other night, and I happened to overhear them as I passed by. Camilla was entirely upset, and Ryoma was comforting her as best he could, but reasserting his stance all the same.”

“What did he say to her?” Leo questioned, a sinking feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. Kamui looked him directly in the eyes, the vibrant red of her irises glistening with moisture.

“Valla will eventually require a king.”

Try as he might, Leo couldn’t help but glare at the two kings sitting on opposite sides of the dining table, conversing like they’d been friends for years. He wanted to demand why they thought it so necessary to leave Kamui so distressed, but like always he simply held his tongue.

A king. He knew the matter would come up eventually; Kamui was queen to Valla and as such would require ties to the surrounding lands - not to mention an heir to secure her lineage. Leo just hadn’t assumed it would be so soon.

No wonder Camilla had been so upset. The mere thought of seeing her on the arm of some… deplorable left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Leo, you’ve been scraping at nothing for the last two minutes and my ears are starting to bleed,” Elise hissed at him from her seat across the way, and only then did the prince notice the lines his knife had left in the delicate china in front of him.

He set his silverware down, crossing his arms instead. “Apologies,” he muttered, not sounding sincere in the slightest. Elise just rolled her eyes, going back to eating the tart currently sitting on her own plate. Leo hadn’t even touched the dessert platter once it was passed around, and even now the minimal dinner he had ingested sat like a brick in his gut.

“Kamui,” Xander suddenly addressed the girl sitting at the head of the table, and rose from his spot, “Your brother and I wish to speak with you, in private.” Leo felt a chill creep down his spine, and quickly found himself rising, as well. All eyes flew to him, but he simply cleared his throat.

“If I may attend this meeting as well, brother,” he requested, and Xander quirked a brow.

“Surely Leo can be present,” Kamui seconded. “He’s been my right hand up until this point, after all.” Both Ryoma and Xander eyed one another, but acquiesced the request, following Kamui and Leo out of the dining hall and into the queen’s study.

“Sister,” Ryoma began once the doors were closed, already looking uncomfortable. “It should be no surprise that this matter come to attention, but we both felt it plausible to discuss everything now rather than later.”

“And, that we want you to understand that this is only with your best interest in mind,” Xander followed, staring at the floor.

“Brothers, please,” Kamui stepped in, holding up her hands. I already know what it is you wish to address.”

“You do?” the kings sputtered at the same time, and Leo would’ve smirked at their shared dumbfoundedness had he not wanted to beat some sense into them both.

“Yes,” Kamui answered, chewing at her lip. “It’s about my… position as a single ruler, yes?”

Both Ryoma and Xander seemed to deflate, if only slightly. Both returned to their full height but a moment after, appearing steadfast once again.

“Kamui, we understand this is the last thing you wish to think about, but the problem still stands. Valla is a decrepit kingdom in need of alliances, and Nohr and Hoshido’s affiliations can only go so far. Without a solid tie to another foreign body, your kingdom will not thrive.” Xander explained, his brow pinched in worry. Only then did Leo understand that his elder brother was just as uneasy with the idea of marrying Kamui off to some stranger in another land.

“I know,” the queen quietly replied, fiddling with a loose string on her sleeve. “More than anything I wish to see the people of this kingdom whole again, and if my marrying someone can secure that desire, then so be it.”

“Kamui,” Leo’s voice cracked, her words piercing his heart like a knife. He understood the girl had a widespread reputation for her selflessness, but for this?

“I’m glad you understand, dearest sister,” Ryoma said with a smile. “Already you have proven to be a ruler of worth. It makes me proud to witness such firsthand.”

“I, as well,” Xander affirmed, nodding slightly. “As I’m sure you’re already aware, the best means of going about this would be to host a gala of some kind, allowing any interested suitors a chance to travel here and interact with you personally. I’ll see to it that Camilla and Elise start arranging such; they’ve always been expert in such matters.”

“Of course. Thank you, Xander. Ryoma.” Kamui replied. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to take part in some quiet reading before bed.”

“Of course, sister,” Ryoma agreed, moving to take his leave. Xander followed suit, and then it was just Leo and Kamui present once again.

“Kamui,” Leo repeated, his voice shaky. “Please tell me you aren’t actually considering this.”

The girl let out a halfhearted laugh, her eyes falling shut as she shook her head. “What choice do I have, Leo? They’re completely correct in their argument, and I can’t be selfish in a time like this.”

“I can’t recall a single time you ever were,” Leo stressed, stepping closer to her. “You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your happiness for anything.”

The young queen looked visibly touched, and Leo’s breath hitched when she reached for his hands, lacing their fingers together. Her skin was like a furnace in comparison to the chilly air of the study, and just the mere brush of her fingers against his offered him a sense of comfort.

“You’re so sweet, Leo,” Kamui murmured, her rosy lips turned upward in a sincere smile. “But this is my legacy, and that won’t change. I understand the consequences, but… for the sake of these people, my people, I must do what is necessary.”

“Kamui…” Leo swallowed thickly, his jaw tight. It was then that the doors to the study flew open and Elise bounded in, Camilla following close behind with Shiro on her hip. Kamui released Leo’s hands, turning to acknowledge the unexpected guests.

Already, the prince missed her tender warmth.

“Ah, here you are, darling,” their elder sister said with what looked to be a forced smile. “Xander said we would find you here, I hope you don’t mind the interruption.”

“Not at all, Camilla,” Kamui replied, managing a smile herself. Elise skipped to the queen’s side and clasped her hands in her own, swinging them back and forth with a bubbly giggle.

“Xander says you’re looking to get married, Big Sister, and he wants Camilla and I to help you out!” the girl chirped in excitement. “Oh, this is gonna be so fun! You’ve never been to a betrothal ball before, have you? We’re gonna arrange the best one ever for you, I promise!”

Kamui laughed at the girl’s enthusiasm, but even in the dim light of the study, Leo could make out the sadness and worry behind her eyes.

Thanks so much for reading! Or, if you are looking for the Ao3 link, it’s right here :D

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