#El cid x reader

[ghostofthefourthtemple]

Je puex obtener un headcanon de the lost canvas avec la fille de hades? Elle est une tres bonne personne . (Elle ne savait pas qu"elle est fille de hades) ( Je ne parle pas tres bien frainçais mais je supone que tu purra lir se texte)

MC is child of Hadès :

Salut!

The request was quite understandable for me. I hope you enjoy the headcanons! It took me a while to write for everyone. If you'd like more Headcanons, don't hesitate to ask.

Take care of yourself and happy new year!

Introduction :

It was a terrible shock for you to learn that you were Hades' daughter. Everything you thought you knew about your birth collapsed in a single moment, and what's worse, is that you didn't get a further explanation. You're in total confusion. To top it all off, since the news spread in the sanctuary you've noticed a change in the behaviour of those around you. Some people look at you with suspicion and others avoid you altogether. You hear murmurs as you pass and some people point at you when you turn your back on them. As a result, you have chosen to isolate yourself and you hardly see your oldest friends any more.

Shion :

The shock of the news unsettled him. That's why he didn't come to talk to you right away. He feels he's missed out on crucial information and doesn't know how to take it. It's true, isn't it? There had to be some clue, something. You're Hades' child and he's a golden knight, how could he not have noticed?

He's known you for years and really can't understand how you can be Hades' child. You're very kind. You always have extra food and water with you during training in case anyone needs it.

He realizes after a few days that he still hasn't spoken to you about it. Even if you try to avoid it, it will eventually find you. He worries about how you'll take the news and assures you that his behavior toward you won't change.

Rasgado :

The news plunged him into total incomprehension. He looks for you as soon as he hears the news to see how you're taking it. After all, you live in a sanctuary constantly at war with Hades, so it can't be easy for you to accept that you're his child and it's a difficult thing to accept and he's afraid you'll take it really badly.

Your parentage is all the more surprising given that he knows you're a deeply kind person. You've known each other for years, and he trusts you so much that he doesn't hesitate to entrust you with his disciples when he has to go away for too long to leave them entirely on their own.

He doesn't think anything will change in your relationship. In fact, he's more concerned about the rumors circulating about you and the completely unfair mistrust that some people now have of you. He always comes to your defense in this matter, because he knows that this mistrust of you is misplaced.

Aspros :

It's… rather surprising. He hadn't expected it, and yet he's always one step ahead of everyone else. He wonders if you really didn't know or if you're just extremely good at lying.

You've been friends for a long time. Although he's always found you too kind and idealistic, of course you're part of Athena's sanctuary, not Hades', so he's never really been surprised by your character. Excessive idealism seems to be a necessary prerequisite for many a knight. But in you, this idealism and kindness seems to be exacerbated. You are always ready to help and rarely get angry and yet you'd have good reason to get angry sometimes.

For him, this news won't change anything in your relationship. He doesn't think the fact that your father is Hades has any bearing on your character. You are you, not an extension of Hades. He comes to talk to you after a few days, because he's given you some time to recover from the news, and he doesn't hesitate to put in their place all the people who criticize you behind your back.

Deuteros :

He was very surprised when he heard the news. Of course, he knows that the fact that Hades is your father doesn't determine your character, but you're so different from him that it seems totally impossible. He's known you for many years and knows that you're a deeply kind person; you've never hesitated to talk to him even when the whole sanctuary rejected him.

Even if he doesn't tell you, he feels he understands how you may be feeling now that part of the sanctuary has turned its back on you. He knows what it's like to be judged for who you were born and not for who you are, after all, as a second Gemini he's always been treated like an outcast.

He's very careful not to treat you differently because he doesn't want you to feel that the fact that you're Hades' child changes anything for him. He knows you're still the same sweet, gentle person he's known and trusted.

Manigoldo :

Hades has children? Perhaps… He wasn't always very attentive during his master's mythology lessons… In fact, he'd simply assumed that Hades couldn't have children for some reason, so he's all the more surprised to learn that you're Hades' child.

Manigoldo has known you for years, but you didn't get on very well at first. Admittedly, he was a little too violent for you at the time, but he improved on that and you ended up becoming friends. He knows that you're a kind person and that you always look for peaceful solutions to problems.

He comes to you after hearing the news, but tries not to talk about it until you bring it up yourself. In fact, he comes to you mainly to try and take your mind off things and cheer you up. He's not much for sentimental outpourings or big speeches, so he mostly tries to make you laugh, which is easier for him.

Régulus :

He's still a teenager full of ideals, and the situation escapes him a little. He's convinced that you're not really Hades' child and that the person who told you that is mistaken or trying to hurt you by lying.

How could someone as kind as you be the child of someone as cruel as Hades? Il est persuadé qu’il doit y avoir une erreur quelque part. You're always available to chat with him, and you always take a first-aid kit with you on missions. In fact, he'd go so far as to say you're the nicest person in the sanctuary.

When you tell him that you're certain you weren't lied to and that you are indeed Hades' child, it takes him several seconds to assimilate. His first instinct would be to continue denying, but… you seem convinced. In the end, he has no choice but to accept it, and goes even further by defending you against your critics.

Asmita :

He's the last to know. Asmita doesn't often leave his temple, and although he could see that there was some commotion in the sanctuary, he didn't try to find out what was going on. So he didn't find out about it until much later, when he overheard the guards talking about it among themselves. And even then, he assumed it was baseless rumor and came to tell you about it a few days later.

When you confirm the information, he has a moment of incomprehension. Are you sure about this? Does that mean you're a Demigod then? He's known you for years and never suspected that you might not be totally human.

However, he doesn't think your relationship will change, nor does he understand why certain people criticize you now, nothing has changed. You are always the same person, very kind and patient. You make sure he eats enough and often come to tea with him (he knows that for you it's another way of checking that he's eating enough).

Dohko :

He's been your main supporter ever since he heard the news. Of course, he's surprised, the fact that you're Hades' child is totally unexpected and he finds it hard to believe, you who are so kind to everyone, you don't look at all like the idea of a “child of Hades”. But he knows that who your father is has no influence on who you are. You and Hades are two different people, and you've proved time and again that you're a peaceful and kind person.

He's known you for years and you've always gotten on well together, you were at the sanctuary long before he was, and were among the first to welcome him on his arrival, you helped him adapt to his new place, and it was nice to have someone who already knew everything about the place he was going to live. Nothing will change for him, he'll continue to trust you and spend time with you.

He'll come and see you as soon as he hears the news, both to discuss it with you if you want, and to try and take your mind off it if you don't want to hear about your parentage. The criticism levelled at you since the news spread in the sanctuary has him beside himself. He's always quick to come to your defense.

Kardia :

He takes the news very well and sees no reason to worry. Of course, he understands that you're upset and find it hard to accept. You're the child of the sanctuary's enemy, so it can't be easy for you. But for him, it doesn't change the situation between you. You're a person in your own right, not an extension of your father, and he trusts himself enough to know that he knows how to surround himself with good people. So he sees no reason to distrust you, let alone reject you.

After all, he's known you for years. You've always been kind and helpful, sometimes even a little too kind in his eyes, and he'd like to see you get angry more often, but you don't seem to be a person made for anger. Even when he tries to annoy you a little, you don't play along and you stay calm.

He'll come to see you as soon as he hears the news and try not to broach the subject with you. Above all, he wants to take your mind off things and try to cheer you up. He does this quite well, thanks to his sense of humor. It's too hard to be sad around him anyway. Criticism and rumors about you get on his nerves, and he's determined to defend you.

Sisyphe :

He needs a moment to fully understand the news. Did he hear right? You would be the child of Hades? You?! Of all people? The saying that dogs don't make cats couldn't be more wrong. You, rays of sunshine, kind and protective. Always ready to fly to the aid of others, you'd be the child of this taciturn, angry God who wants to destroy mankind?

He's known you for years, and you've been together so often that you've seen most of the Golden Knights grow up attending training sessions with him. He doesn't think there's anyone nicer than you in this sanctuary. And he feels like he understands a little bit what you can feel, people were always looking at him and comparing him to his brother. And it's been the same for you ever since the news spread through the sanctuary, with people scrutinizing your every move and looking for similarities with Hades.

He always comes to your defense when he hears criticism of you, and he's a little disappointed by the rumors that have surfaced. He'd hoped people would be smarter than that and not treat you like an outcast for something you weren't responsible for-you didn't choose your parents, after all.

El Cid :

He has no idea how to react. You, whom he has known for years, the child of Hades? It seems implausible. He needs time to accept the news and avoids you a little because of this. Can he really stay in touch with you? He doesn't think you could betray the sanctuary, but because of your parentage you could become a danger to the life of the Goddess. Hades might try to possess you to attack Athena, or he might try to retrieve you to obtain information about the sanctuary.

But he knows, you've always been a calm and gentle person, whereas he tends to be intransigent and cold. A contrast between your two personalities that could shock those who didn't know you, but you always managed to get along well, not least thanks to your ever gentler point of view, which helped him to be more forgiving.

It takes him a few days (and a chat with Sisyphus) to realize that you had nothing to do with the situation, and that the fact that he's no longer talking to you sends out a very bad signal to those around you. He then quickly comes back to you to apologize for having ignored you for a while.

Dégel :

How come nobody knows about this?! What are you? A demigod? Human? God? Who is your other parent? The more questions he asks, the less he understands what's going on. And he hates not understanding what's going on.

It's a shock for him to learn that your father is none other than Hades. Of course, he knows that the fact that your father is Hades has no effect on your character, but the difference between you and Hadès is still shocking. He's known you for years; in fact, you were already at the sanctuary when he arrived from Siberia. You've become instant friends and he knows you're a gentle, kind person. You helped him adjust to the sanctuary, not least because you spoke much better Greek than he did.

He comes to talk to you quickly after hearing the news. But he doesn't know what to tell you, so he'll only discuss it with you if you initiate the conversation. Even if he doesn't talk about it with you, he'll make sure no one criticizes you about it.

Albafica :

He prefers to give you a little time and space while you digest the news. He himself can't stand having people around him when he's feeling down. Maybe he's giving you too much time, but after two weeks, he still hasn't come to talk to you. This is quite unusual, usually, you spend a lot of time together, whether it's during training sessions, even if you don't train together, he's too afraid to hurt you with his blood, or simply inviting each other for tea or a picnic by the beach.

He knows that this news won't change anything in your relationship, he continues to trust you. He's known you for a long time and he knows you've always been a nice person. You care for others, and he knows that you've already stepped in to protect others with total disregard for your own safety.

He quickly realizes that the fact that he hasn't spoken to you in a while increases the criticism of you. People probably feel that you're being left out even by him. He's quick to correct this by going back to talk to you and support you in the face of criticism.

[straykidsnerd255]

Hello ! I just saw that your requests were open and i got so excited !!!

If it's not too much to ask , Can you do a scenario with Milo , Camus , Kardia , Sisyphus , El Cid and Degel , when their S/O [ The Reader ] announced them that they're pregnant, but the boys are not ready yet ?

How would they sait it to their S/O ? And how the Reader would react ?

Thank You !!! ❤️❤️❤️ Love U 😆

Love you too anon! Hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting it! I tweaked it just a little bit and added a little twist where the boys say they are ready. I couldn’t bare it being angsty so I hope you are ok with that!!

Milo:

When you told Milo that you were pregnant, fear gripped your heart. You and Milo were not ready for this child but you didn’t have the heart to give the baby to adoption either. “Y/n, I know this is going to sound harsh but I am not ready for a child. I know we are married and everything but I don’t know….” You held your hand to stop him. “I know. I’m not ready either. However, I don’t want to give the baby up for adoption either.” You sat down on the couch and could feel tears welling up in your eyes. Milo sat down next to you and placed his hands on your hands. A smile appeared on his face. “Maybe the world thinks that we are ready for this child and maybe we are. We have a house, and we both are paid a lot.” Milo said, lifting one of his hands to your not yet showing stomach. “I think I’m ready.” He mumbled. 

Camus:

You and Camus have been married for two years now and the talk about having kids happened the first year of your marriage. You had been yearning to have children of your own with Camus and the ice user wasn’t so keen on having children at first. He had told you plenty of times that he wasn’t quite ready for it and even two years later, he still wasn’t sure if he was ready for the responsibility that children came with. He was currently sitting on the couch when you came running down the stairs. Tears pouring down your face. You held the pregnancy stick up towards his eyes and he was shocked to see the plus sign. You were panicking now. He wasn’t saying anything and it only made your mind run wild. “I know you said that you were not ready and that we should wait longer. I-” You stopped your sill of words when Camus gently kissed your lips. “I’m not mad. I know I have said I wasn’t ready and I have denied something that you have always wanted. But I think we can have a child.” Camus whispered softly.

Kardia:

He was pacing around the living room. He had woken up to you throwing up that morning and was nervous. You both had talked about having kids and how you wanted to have kids of your own but Kardia told you he wasn’t ready. Before he married you three years ago, he had been married to a beautiful woman. When he found out she was pregnant, he was so happy, however, that happiness didn’t last long. She had a miscarriage and the anguish and heartache had killed her. He didn’t want you to go through that same thing but the look you gave him nearly broke his heart. You both had gone to bed that night with heavy hearts but Kardia was bound and determined to give you a child. One afternoon, he was working in the backyard when he heard you shriek. He dropped what he was doing and raced into the house to find you covering your mouth and crying. He took what you were holding and stared directly at the two lines. “I-I know you are not ready for kids and what happened with you and your first wife made me feel bad for even asking…” Kardia placed the pregnancy stick down and pulled you into a hug. “It’s still too early to see how the baby is doing but once you start to show, let's go to the doctor and see how the baby is doing. I think I’m ready to become a father now.” He whispered. 

Sisyphus:

The minute “I’m pregnant” left your lips he was freaking out. His heart was racing and he was sweating. He knew that you would be a wonderful mother but he wasn’t so sure about himself. He was scared that he might do or say something that could hurt not only you but the children. He wanted to have kids with you but he wasn’t ready. You noticed the fear filling his eyes and you knelt down in front of him. You took his hands into yours and a smile appeared on your lips. “If you are not ready, we can give the child to adoption when the baby is born. I know plenty of mothers out there that would love and spoil this child beyond belief. I can see the fear in your eyes Sisyphus. I don’t want to burden you with this. I understand.” You whispered, laying your head on his hands and closing your eyes. Sisyphus sighed. He felt like a fool. He hurt you when he wasn’t meaning to. “No. We will keep the baby. I just need to get out of my head is all. I keep thinking I will be a horrible father but now, I don’t think that’s the case anymore.” A smile appeared on his lips before leaning down to kiss you. “I’m ready.” He whispered against your lips.

El Cid:

You and El Cid have been married for 4 years now and you have brought up wanting to have a baby with him before. He has told you that he wasn’t ready and that when he was, he would come to you. One day though, you began to avoid him. You refused to give him hugs or take the hugs he offered you. You moved your head so he would kiss your cheek before you ran to a different room and locked the door. You wore bagger clothing and refused to speak. El Cid grew tired of this and when he saw you sitting at the table, he sat down next to you and refused to let you leave. “Why are you avoiding me now? Have I done something wrong?” He asked. He noticed the tears that filled your eyes and he immediately wrapped his arms around your shoulder. “I’m sorry Y/n.” He whispered trying to stop the tears falling down your face. You sniffed before turning to face El Cid. “I’m pregnant. But you told me you were not ready to have children.” you said. El Cid pulled you into his chest and held you tightly. “Maybe I am ready to have a child.” He said, a small smile on his face. 

Degel:

He remembered telling you that he wasn’t ready to have children but he saw how you were with children and he couldn’t keep you from that joy in life but he was honestly scared. He wasn’t sure that he could even be a good father. He knew without a doubt that you would be a good mother. He was currently reading a book when you came running into the room. A bright smile on your lips as you waved something up in the air fast enough that Degel couldn’t exactly make out. Degel put his book down and a looked up at you. A soft smile appearing on his lips. You were glowing. You held the object out for Degel to see. His eyes widened as he took the pregnancy stick. “Y-You’re pregnant?” He asked. He wasn’t sure he was ready but he could see the smile on your lips and everything about that made him happy. “You know, I think I’m ready to have a baby. If its with you, then I know I am ready.” Degel said, standing up from where he was sitting and walked towards you. He pressed his forehead against yours before pressing a kiss to your lips.

[beladusnotsosecertdiary]

Hello !!! I wanted to say that i loved what you did with Saint Seiya ! This anime is so underrated ! KEEP GOING ! ❤ i was wondering , is it possible to make a request ? Female reader . How Albafica , Shion , El Cid and Asmita react when their daughter [ reader ] died in front of them ?

Even stars can die

Fandom: Saint Seiya Lost Canvas

Characters: Albafica, Shion, El Cid, Asmita

Type: Scenario

Theme: 🟦

Reader Insert: Female

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Synopsis: If there one lesson that is constantly taught to people like the saints is that death doesn't discriminate. It takes what it wants without warning. But why did it have to be you? Why did it have to take his little star away from him?

Albafica

While like your father you have immunity to the poisonous roses of Pisces. However, that doesn't mean you are immune to aliments. Thus, brings you to your current situation.

Serval days ago, you came down with a fever. At first it seemed like the usual yearly fever that happens. But then it got worse. You have been bedridden ever since.

Your father had called for a doctor who told him that there was nothing that could be done. Even Pefko and the herbalists who live on the Island of Healing couldn't do anything for you.

"It's okay dad." You say your voice almost gone. "I'll be okay."

"Of course, you will be." He says.

"I don't want to leave." You say suddenly. "B-But I don't think the gods will let me. I'm sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry for my little star." He tells you quickly trying to keep his composer.

"Do you think I'll see grandfather Rugonis?" You ask.

Just like that the Pisces Saint has been broke into tiny pieces that won't be put back together anytime soon. He is so stunned that he can't answer you. But that's okay. You don't mind.

"I hope I do. From what you said, he sounded like a nice person."

"He was." Albafica finally speaks. "He'll love you. ... But I'm selfish and want to keep you all to myself."

"Hold me? Like you used to?"

"O-Of course." Now the tears are finally falling.

Carefully he takes you into his arms. You rest his head on his chest feeling warm and safe as his arms encase you. There is no way of telling how long you two sit like this. But you know it has been a while as you feel very tired suddenly.

"I love you." You say with a smile as tears slide down your cheeks.

"I love you too my little star." He says feeling your cosmo extinguish.

Manigoldo who had been outside the room feels it too. All the gold saints who you viewed as your uncles sense it as well. Manigoldo bites back his tears listening to the cries of agony from your father. There is nothing he or the others can do or say that would comfort Albafica now or later.

Shion

With his line of work, he knows that this was bound to happen. He just believed that you would be a little older when it did. Even so that wouldn't make it any less tragic.

"Please little star hold on." Shion says holding you in his arms as he runs through the forest.

You had gotten attacked by a specter who must have been watching him for a long time to figure out who you were. After all you had been one of his best kept secrets. Not even Dohko his best friend or his Master knew about you. All with the intention of keeping you safe.

But that specter found out. Even had the guts to strike you right in front of him. Now he runs with you in his arms, heading for the nearest village so that you can be saved.

"F-Father..." You speak softly, "put me down. Please put me down."

"I can't! You'll!"

"Please father. It hurts."

He stops running. He carefully lowers you to the ground holding your hand in his. He is trying not to cry but you can see his eyes watering. You give him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you. B-But I am happy. Happy to have been your daughter."

"[Y/n]..." Shion trembles.

"If there is a next life, I want to be your daughter again. I love you, fa..." Your eyes close and your body goes limp.

"[Y/n]? [Y/N]!!!" He screams as cries of agony rip from his throat.

El Cid

It was DeJa'Vu for him honestly. You had always been sick born with an uncurable illness. Just like Mine was. But unlike hers, yours had a treatment. Even with the treatment however, your lifespan was still going to be short.

And now after thirteen years, the gods have deemed it your time to go. El Cid had told the servants to attended to the Capricon Hose that he did not want to eb disturbed. Rusk, Lacaille, and Tsubaki are the only others in the room with me and you.

Rusk, Lacaille, and Tsubaki had become your brothers. They loved you just like your father did. And thus, your father wasn't the only one losing you. The three stand a few feet behind your father giving him space as they hold back your tears.

"Please don't be sad. You'll me sad too." You tell him.

"I am afraid that I can't help it." He says his voice trembling.

You give your father a smile and go, "Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, Lavender's green,"

His heart stops at the familiar lyrics. That is the lullaby of which he would sing you to sleep with.

"W-When I am king, you shall be queen." He continues.

You both sing the lullaby with Rusk, Lacaille, and Tsubaki listening silently. When the song ends your breath your last and your eyes close with a content smile on your face. The four feel your cosmo fade away.

"Sleep well my little star." El Cid whispers.

A/N: I know you requested Asmita was well, but he is a very difficult character for me to write. Also, I am not all that familiar with his character. So, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed the other three. Thank you for the request.

[nyxirrationalstories]

Hey puedes hacer como sería estar en una relación con el cid?

jejeje, El Cid también es uno de mis caballeros favoritos.

Bueno, estar en una relación con El Cid no va ser muy fácil: Es decir es la típica de todos los caballeros de Atenea, su trabajo es uno de "algo puede pasar y voy a estar lejos" o "algo puede pasar y puede que muera". Así que eso es lo primero que se debe aceptar, que su deber como caballero va primero que una pareja.

Eso si, ambos tendrían que trabajar que no todo es deber y que a veces no hay tiempo para la vida personal. Ya quitando lo del trabajo, querida, ese hombre te va ser tan leal que realmente solo tu vas a ser la mas probable de tener una aventura en la relación... como 95% de probabilidad (el 5% va para el si ve que esta relación va decayendo o poniéndose enfermiza, y llegue alguien que le entienda mejor. Eso si, en ese caso el ya hizo de todo para tratar de arreglar la relación pero algo no funciona. Por lo menos el iría de enfrente y te diría que encontró a alguien mas). Si bien es cierto que los opuestos se pueden atraer, de verdad no lo veo con alguien que se tome muuuy ligero las cosas. Es decir, puedes hacer chistes, jugarle bromas y tratar de hacerlo reír; pero si algo importante esta pasando, creo que le molestaría que te lo tomaras muy a ligera (importante de verdad, como en aspectos mas generales. Siento yo que puede haber cosas que el se tome como muy importantes y llegas tu, le das otra perspectiva y el puede estar en "Oh, okay, puedo relajarme en este tema" o "Oh bueno, realmente no es tan importante")

Se sonrojara cuando hagas el movimiento prohibido: "agarrarse de las manos". Es un hombre serio, pero, los gestos de cariño son su debilidad.

A veces son como un dulce después de una ruda comida, una refrescante agua después de a travesar un extenso desierto o un simple dibujo de un niño colgado en el refrigerador. Escribe cartas muy románticas cuando esta lejos, es decir, ¿Has leído cosas españolas de la época? Sin querer el hombre te ha compuesto un poema con tan solo describirte con lo mas bello del mundo y diciendo que esas cosas tienen poco valor a lado tuyo.

Creo que dependiendo de parte de España es... podrás tener diferentes actividades con el: Si es valenciano te va enseñar a hacer una paella de verdad, antes de que cometas un pecado capital. Como ponerle chorizo... mira este pedo es como la pizza con piña o los tacos con piña o el sushi con piladelphia (como odio esa madre) Si es andaluz puedes tener una agradable siesta con el. Si es riojano, podrás practicar tu resistencia al alcohol Y así con las demás partes de España en la cual puedes insertar un chiste o estereotipo.

[terrence-silver]

Picture this. End of S5. Two days after that humiliating ambush on his turf. His turf!

They put him behind bars, for however insanely short time it took to figure out who exactly they were dealing with, but nobody puts Terry Silver in a cage and lives. He will get on that.

But what nags at him more is the feeling of betrayal. Kim Da Eun and her haughty favouritism. Chozen - a man he showered in hospitality and warmth. Daniel LaRusso, whom he had given every chance, Tory Nichols, whom he had gifted a championship, Kenny Payne, who he had mentored. Time itself.

John.

He had tried to fill the empty spaces time left before, but he always knew he was a romantic. All or nothing. Fake is worse than nothing, as Cheyenne showed. And maybe he'd been wrong? He felt that there were chances, paths not taken, with John and Daniel, with Da Eun, and he committed, because the screaming emptiness deafened him. Amends. Maybe the answer was in the past.

But all it left him with, again, were ashes.

So here he is, feral drunk, in some L.A. nightclub. Of course his revenge will sustain him, it always has. But the hollowness has to be filled with something, and music has always been a balm.

And there they are. Beloved. An honest to God thunderbolt to his heart.

Terry knows when things are real.

And he has no time for games. He corners his Beloved like a beast fighting to mate, all raw power and violence, but Beloved - they'll find out what that means soon enough, Terry has not a breath to waste - meets it with as much fire, maybe they've seen war as well. When he has them, he's still enraged.

"Where were you?" he spits, grip vice, this side of tender. "I needed you!"

Beloved raises their eyebrows. "Maybe you didn't deserve me yet."

Terry's response?

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-"Screw deserving!"-

Terry snaps, leaning on his elbow sinking into the mattress in the neon-lit backroom of a crowded club, the bass of the music on the stage echoing against the sound proof walls covered in multicolored wallpaper, still hungering for more even after counting round three on a bed in a Beverly Hills nightspot he came to unwind in, fresh from behind bars and a meeting with his lawyers and attorney, the end goal being getting drunk, getting high, getting pumped for the epilogue of his battle dance. Honing his taste for blood in the electrical current of midnight and the blazing pump of humanity. In Vietnam, nearly half a century ago from now, the boys would smear each other with war paint before heading out into the bush, never to return again. Here, Terry had nothing but himself and rituals guided by instinct. There would be no talks of deserving here, only destiny. Fate. Chance. In the most unlikely of places. Lighting. Recognition. I know your face, whispers an oddly familiar voice from the crowd. Maybe love at first sight exists. It does. It really does. Maybe life could be an old silver-screen picture once in a lifetime, when two people meet, the credits say 'Fin' and devotion is forever.

-"You should've been born forty years ago!"- He adds, gritted teeth.

-"You should've been there when the world was fucking bullshit for decades and decades at a time and I was clawing from the gates of hell for someone's hand, practically paying these pieces of shit for an ounce of anything real!"- His fingers graze that vulnerable spot between the outline of your neck riddled with his bites and your warm cheek as he rubs, feverish, taking in patterns of softness, patterns of skin, every curve and outline, wanting to burn it all into memory so it never leaves, all the long years of his life flashing in front of his eyes, alongside every moment he wished contained you; an existence without falsehoods, pretending, holding back, without loneliness, self-denial and masks. An existence denied to him by the juxtaposition of time itself. -"You should've reached out from the darkness to hold this."- Eyes meet in the subdued haze of your shared nest secured by a locked door, and he removes his palm from your face, entwining his hand with yours, fingers squeezing each other like a salvation raft, fitting right. Fitting perfectly. Like one being. His breathing ragged from rage, desire and serenity all at once. Catharsis.

-"I'm holding it now, aren't I?"-

You remark, gentle and warm. Nuzzling into him, comfortably serene in a post-coital glow. Terry no longer hears the music from the top floor of the club. There's no thumping shaking the room and the ground. He hears a string of amorous aria of violins shaping reality.

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I like to imagine this is the song he envisions in his head (x) @msfbgraves

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How he would have sex with you – Classic Saint Seiya & The Lost Canvas

WATERING CAN

Aries Mu

Mu is not the kind of person who would too extravagant things in bed. So, he would love to have you on his body, so he can feel all your skin, heart beating and breath. He would press you more on his chest during his climax, kissing your mouth deeply and passionately. With his hands, he would stroke your back and, when needed, move a lock of hair from you face, to have a better look at your pleased expression.

Aries Shion

Shion as well would be true to himself and would choose a simple but intimate position to make love with you. He loves to caress your cheek and kiss your forehead while making love with you, showing how much tenderness there is in your relation. He prefers to stay underneath you, so he could tighten your waist and back as he wants when he is coming, being able to watch you feeling the same at the same time.

OLYMPUS

Gemini Saga

The Gemini Gold Saint would be an attentive lover but, at the same time, also a little dominating. He would not hesitate to pick you up and have you as he pleases, showing his passion and his strength, but his genuine affection as well. He would kiss you deeply while his hands would gently squeezing your thighs and your back.

Gemini Aspros

Aspros also is the kind of men who want to be in control. So, he loves the feeling of you holding to his own tensed body, and craves for the emotions that only your legs wrapped around his waist can give to him. With one hand he would tighten your ass, while with the other he would hold the back of your head and watch you coming in his arms.

TANTRIC SEX

Virgo Shaka

The weaving and expansion of energy. Translated, having sex with the Virgo Gold Saint would be more a spiritual experience than an erotic act. He would hold you in his arms, safe inside you, and would deeply feel the moment the two of you are sharing. You would go with this flow of emotions, savouring the depth of your love, feeling like time has stopped.

Virgo Asmita

Asmita loves the feeling of your bodies skin to skin, the sensation conjured up by the warm of your most intimate part holding his own. You would indulge in his embrace as well, knowing that, with his hands wandering all over you body and with his slow pace, the Gold Saint of the sixth Temple can see right through you and your heart.

SPREAD EAGLE

Libra Dohko

With no fear in expressing his feelings, Dohko would take you to his bed and start loving you in a very genuine way. He would let you laying under his toned body and, placed himself between your legs, would throw kisses all over your chest and stomach. When he feels he's reaching his climax, he would finally sink in your warm arms, kissing your trembling lips.

CAPTAIN

Scorpio Milo

Milo would not be able to control himself around you, and would probably pick you up and make you fall on the mattress with your spread legs. He would excite stroking your legs from the ankles to your thighs, leaning forward to kiss your stomach and breast. He loves as you fingers lightly touch his lower abdomen and trace his body until they can place a soft caress on his neck.

Scorpio Kardia

The view of your body on his bed and the warmth coming from your intimate core, would be enough to ignite the passion of the Scorpio Gold Saint. Kardia would be on you in a matter of second and would sink himself into you spreading your legs. He would not be too gentle, but he would not hurt you either. Conscious of the privileged point of view, he would devote himself to your pleasure, in order to admire your content smile.

OATH

Sagittarius Aiolos

Caring and tender, Aiolos would be the sweetest lover you could ever have in your bed. He would gently kneel behind you and, caressing your arms, breast and stomach, he would love you til you come before him. At the same time, he would enjoy the feeling of your fingers in his hair and your warm skin against his colder one.

Sagittarius Sisyphus

Sisyphus would gently take you in his arms, stroking you back with a soft touch, the same he would use handling a precious fragile china. He likes having you in front of him because of the sensation of your body nestling into his chest. This make you feel so protected and loved and consents to you both to experience the deepest intimacy.

CANDLE

Capricorn Shura

The Gold Saint of the tenth Temple would go for a simple and genuine position to show you how much he loves you. He would prefer to stand behind you, shielding you from everything which is not one of you two. He loves when you tilt the head on his shoulder, his hands on your chest and your hips, to keep your body tight against his own.

Capricorn El Cid

El Cid would be as well one of those men who wants to be in charge in every situation, also he prefers to stay steady on his feet with you in front of him, protected in his arms. He would kiss your shoulders making you shiver with his warm breath. His skilled hands would caress every inch of your skin, lingering on your soft chest. Your hands stroking his hair would encourage him to open up and express all his love for you.

BRIDGE

Aquarius Camus

Despite his cold exterior, Camus would be quite passional while making love. He prefers to stay over you, since he really appreciate the view of your breast moving during your intercourse. He would support your waist effortlessly, reaching easily your lips with his mouth as well when he feels he needs more physical contact prior his climax.

Aquarius Degel

Degel's priority would be your pleasure of course but, at the same time, he would claim pleasure for himself as well. So, he would choose a position consenting him to have the perfect view of your body shivering with pleasure. He would help you coming with all his devotion, kneeling on your warm stomach and kissing you sensible skin.

TWINS

Pisces Aphrodite

Aphrodite can feel pure satisfaction just looking at your coming expression. So, he would prefer a sex position which consents him to see your face all the time. He would hold to your waist, giving kisses to your breast and neck, whispering your name. At his climax, he would lastly sink his face in your chest, to hear your heart beating.

Pisces Albafica

After having overcome his blood related fears, Albafica would be a very tender lover. He would relax under your touch, feeling you hands caressing his shoulders and neck. He would as well try his best to please you and would share the exact same emotions just by looking at you reaching your climax.

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Thicker Than Water

tags // haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader, ran haitani x f!reader, historical!au, dark content (incest), smut, manipulation, grooming, morally grey characters, inspired by the tv series El Cid, scheming, fight for a throne, period-typical sexism, takeomi akashi, senju akashi, manjiro “mikey” sano, ran haitani, others

note // after binging tokyo revengers and watching a couple alfonso x urraca edits, i couldn’t resist writing a super indulgent fic combining the two with a heavy dose of dc. this will have multiple parts

extras //  playlist  

Synopsis

After the surprising death of the Akashi king, your older brother, Takeomi, takes the throne while you plot his downfall to make your beloved brother, Haruchiyo, a puppet king, with you pulling the strings. Unfortunately, Takeomi isn’t willing to go down without a fight and Haruchiyo’s actions make you wonder who truly has the control in your twisted relationship.

Parts

PART 01 // SUCCESSION

PART 02 // ALLIANCES

PART 03 // COMING SOON

ONGOING

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hey e visto que haces pedidos podrias hacer un type de una relacion con el cid ?

Claro ¿(y/n) es hombre o mujer? Para poder hacer mejor el pedido

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How he would confess his feelings for you – Classic Saint Seiya & The Lost Canvas

Aries Mu

Mu would take this task very seriously. He would spend several days just meditating about how he could confess to you in the best way possible, pondering every single word, choosing the right time and place. He wants you to feel at ease and avoid any embarrassment. However, when finally confessing his feelings, the perfect atmosphere would not be enough and he would stir within more than he likes to admit.

Gemini Saga

His confession would be just a formality, because it would be crystal clear long ago that you are more than a friend to him. This does not mean that Saga would be very confident in doing it. In fact, he would tell you his feelings with a heavy blush on his cheeks that he is unable to hide despite his every attempt, still worried about a rejection.

Cancer Manigoldo

He would take you out to dinner, away from the Sanctuary to create a romantic mood. His invitation would be really a surprise for you, since lately Manigoldo was more ironic and sarcastic towards you than usual. By the strange way he acts, you know he's hiding something, so you decide to play along and find out. On the way back to the Temples, when the evening is almost over, you couldn't expect him to stop in the middle of the path, blush and confess he's fallen for you.

Leo Aiolia

Aiolia would go for the dinner technique as well, but he would opt for a home-made meal, with a beautifully set table for the two of you, with candles and flowers. Not that he's such a great cook but, not being a good speaker either, he hopes that his efforts would make up for the simple words he would use and show you how strong his feelings are.

Libra Dohko

Dohko would definitely be a stuttering mess when confessing his feeling to you. He would start full of confidence when planning how to do that, but eventually in front of you, with his heart racing and his face flushing, he wouldn't be able to spell a single word correctly. Luckily for him, you were well aware of his love for a long time.

Scorpio Milo

His confession would be Camus' nightmare. The Aquarius Saint would lost count of every night spent with his friend trying to decide the best way to tell you his feelings. When finally happy with his speech, result of Camus' hard work, Milo would ask you to meet him by his Temple and there, decide to kiss you without saying a single word.

Scorpio Kardia

He would really have no idea how to tell you he had fallen for you, not the slightest hint. Even if he knows he's not the kind of person who stay still thinking, Kardia would be worried by this impasse. The problem would be overcome the night when you unintentionally catch the eye of a bunch of drunk men at the village: after kicking their asses for harassing you, Kardia would claim you as his in front of them, making you a blushing mess.

Sagittarius Sisyphus

Being too shy to confess, Sisyphus would start being kinder than usual towards you, if it could be even possible. But, day by day, as his feelings grow stronger, he would begin also to blush a lot more just because of your presence, and this would lead him to avoid eye contact with you. You would worry about this strange situation where the Sagittarius Saint doesn't want to even look at you and one evening, finding him alone, would ask him what's wrong. Sisyphus would then take a deep breath and confess.

Capricorn El Cid

El Cid would never confess to you, yet he wouldn't shut down to his feelings; simply he doesn't know how to deal with that. That's why he would need you to make the first move in facing your love for each other. Anyway, you would probably notice the Capricorn Gold Saint has a soft spot for you by the very protective way he acts and how awkward he is around you sometimes.

Aquarius Camus

At first, he wouldn't even want to talk about confessing his feelings. But then, Milo would convince him to tell you everything, threatening him to do it himself if not. However, Camus would not plan anything strange, he would simply speak up at the more proper moment, maybe after a long day spent together, when returning to the Sanctuary in a warm summer night.

Pisces Aphrodite

The Pisces Gold Saint would tell you his true feelings without mincing words. Confident as always, he would confess at the right moment in the right place, without having planned about it so long. However, if he's not sure of your interest in him, he would court you for a while, making you fall for him as well. His only aim would be having you as his mate and he would succeed.

Pisces Albafica

Of course, his issues wouldn't let him live his love for you in the most serene way. He would decide not to tell you anything about his feelings and prefer to watch you from a distance, taking care of you in any way he could. But fate would have other plans and somehow wind you up to be together for a while. In that time spent with you, Albafica could no longer hide his feelings and, with your help, would find the strength to put aside his fears enjoying love in his life.

🌸 Thank you for reading 🌸

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How he would kiss you – Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas

Aries Shion – Kiss All Over Your Face

The Aries Saint is a calm and reserved person and, when he is with you, he would be delicate even in his kisses. He would start to kiss your forehead, holding you gently, then he would lean a couple of kisses on your cheeks. He would finally rest his lips all over your face to make you feel how much he cares for you.

Average kisser, his fondness would make up for his lacks.

Cancer Manigoldo – Lower Lip Kiss

Even if he would not admit it, Manigoldo needs to be loved and the way he kisses you tells this very well. In fact, between very erotic and seductive kisses, typical of a ladies' man like him, he tends to indulge in sucking and nibbling your lower lip. A very intimate kiss which shows his attachment to his lover.

Probably the best kisser ever existed.

Leo Regulus – Eskimo Kiss

Tender and lovely, the eskimo kiss is the sign of affection Regulus usually shares with you. Anyway, with his nose so close to yours, he would take advantage to timidly lean his lips to yours. Of course there are pecks and small kisses as well, but being just 15 years old, he's not so confident with that.

Not a really good kisser but he's young. He will get better.

Libra Dohko – Teasing Kiss

Dohko likes to kiss you all over your body, teasing you with his soft lips on your delicate skin. The sound of your lough would just make him the happiest man alive, and he would linger in your most sensitive spot to give you such a great pleasure.

His skills as a kisser are average, but his self-giving makes him a really good lover.

Scorpio Kardia – Biting and Kissing

A simple kiss would not satisfy Kardia, who needs to kiss you deeply and then wander your face, neck and shoulders with his mouth. He loves to nibble your cheek and the soft spot on the side of your neck, leaving a red mark which states his property.

A very skilled kisser, instinctive and passional.

Capricorn El Cid – French Kiss

The cool tempered warrior, with his loved one, El Cid is a surprisingly skilled kisser. Actually, kissing is the easiest way for him to express his emotions towards you, maybe because words are not needed. He uses his tongue with mastery, making you feel like no one else ever did.

The master of french kisses, no need to add more.

Aquarius Degel – Kiss on the Neck

Taking you in his arms and leaning his lips on your neck from behind you. Degel usually do this for two specific reasons: he knows this is an erogenous zone and he loves to hear you moan. Also, this particular spot consents him to get lost in your sweet scent.

A good kisser, not in public.

Pisces Albafica – Lingering Kiss

Albafica allows himself to be intimate with you less than he would like. For this reason, when he does, he wants to feel every istant or gesture you two share. His kisses would be lingering, he would take his time testing your lips before going any further.

He would be a good kisser if he didn't hold back so much because of his fear to hurt you.

🌸 Thank you for reading 🌸

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How he would sleep with you – Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas

Aries Shion – Back to Back

Shion and you have been able to establish a very strong and balanced relationship. So, after kisses and cuddles, which he is so fond of, you usually fall asleep back to back, but always touching each other with bottoms. In winter, when the Aries Temple is cold, he keeps your feet and legs entwined with his own to warm you up.

Cancer Manigoldo – Sweetheart Cradle

Manigoldo’s soft side, that the Cancer Saint try so hard to hide during the day, come out easily under the blankets. That is why he soles to fall asleep resting his head on your chest, relaxed by your heart beating. Anyway, when for some reason you need to be reassured or comforted, you swop positions.

Leo Regulus – Intertwined

Since Regulus and you are always kind, sunny and caring, it is not surprising that you two spend all the nights tightened in a hug. The both of you love staying under the covers, sometimes even more than you should, with arms and legs tangled, falling asleep feeling the warmth of your love.

Libra Dohko – Leg Hug

Ending up smashed under Dohko is a real issue for you while sleeping with the Libra Saint. He is big and soles to move when he is asleep. So, in bed, he needs his space. That is why when you sleep together, you usually leg hug each other, your leg over his, to feel the connection you have, even in your sleep.

Scorpio Kardia – Can’t tell

Explosive personality, explosive in fighting and explosive in bed, Kardia cannot sleep in the same position for more than three minutes, so you really do not have a usual one. But, both when he is sleeping on his stomach with a leg outside the blankets or like a starfish spread all over the mattress, he always needs to touch a part of you, even if it’s just a strand of hair.

Capricorn El Cid – The Big Spoon

El Cid is very protective of you, so there is no doubt his favorite sleeping position, when you are together, is the spoon. Specifically, he wants to be the big spoon so that he is able to hold you tight against his chest and shield you from the cold. Also, this spot consents him to dig his face in your hair, which scent helps him fall asleep.

Aquarius Degel – Unraveling Tangle

In order to fall asleep, Degel needs to read a good book. So, when you get into the bed, the Golden Saint lay on his back, head on two pillows, and let you rest yours on his chest while he is hugging you with one arm. Nevertheless, when the both of you are deeply asleep, you tend to get more comfortable and part a little, just keeping your legs and hands tangled together.

Pisces Albafica – Front to Front

Albafica likes to fall asleep lying on his side, hands in hands with you in front of him. This is because, if he wakes up in the middle of the night, the sight of your peaceful sleeping face is able to calm him down immediately. When it’s particularly cold outside, he wraps his arm around your waist to be sure you’re warm enough.

🌸 Thank you for reading 🌸

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What he would give you for Christmas  - Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas

Aries Shion - Something which tells about him

Shion would choose a present that would remind you of him just looking at it, so he would opt for something from Jamir. It would be a fine robe, made with a refined fabric with golden threads, but the thing you would appreciate the most would surely be the scent coming from his gift, so similar to his own. From that Christmas on, every time you would feel lonely, you could have felt Shion simply wearing that robe.

Cancer Manigoldo - Something sexy

Manigoldo is a sweet heart wrapped in a bad boy shell, so he needs to maintain the facade even at Christmas time. Also, he really appreciates the view of your body, so what could be better than a pretty piece of lingerie as your present? It wouldn't be outrageously sexy, though, it would be sensual enough to make the both of you blush once unwrapped. And that would be the best Christmas night ever.

Leo Regulus - Something warm

The very opposite of the crab. Being the naive lamb he is, Regulus would go for something innocent and cute. He noticed how you feel the cold this winter, so decides to give you a big, fluffy scarf, one that feels warm as a hug. No mentioning how he blushed as hell when he offered the present to you, and got even more red when you put the scarf around the both of you, resting your lips on his.

Libra Dohko - Tons of something

The Libra Saint is a generous big boy, very muscular and very excited about Christmas, which, translated, means that he would buy and bring you tons of presents. Since autumn, every time he found something you could like, he took it home with the idea of giving it to you for Christmas. It happened countless times, and that's why you ended up receiving too many gloves, books, jewels, mugs...

Scorpio Kardia - Something you wouldn't expect

Kardia always follows his instinct, in war as in love. For this reason, the present you would receive from him would be something very uncommon, surely chosen in the heat of the moment. And you would be pretty surprised at how Kardia has been able to find something totally unexpected but, at the same time, that seems made just for you: underpanties with his face printed.

Capricorn El Cid - Something useful

El Cid is not good at expressing his feeling. Actually, he's not good at having feelings at all. He thought really hard about what he could get you for Christmas, and concluded that the best gift he could give you, was something you can actually use. Even better if it can be used for self-defense. Someone else could think a present like this sucks, but you know that in that carefully wrapped box, El Cid put all his heart and love for you.

Aquarius Degel - Something nostalgic

As El Cid, Degel would spend a lot of time thinking about the perfect Christmas present for you. Just when he was about to give up, he remembered the tale he usually read before going to bed when he was just a child. He looked far and wide to find that novel and finally succeeded. You honestly expected a book as Christmas present from your bookworm boyfriend, but what you could not imagine was that the princess of the fairytale was so much like you.

Pisces Albafica - Something together

Because of his poisonous blood, Albafica has always been afraid of hurting you without even notice it. Even if with time he managed to overcome his fears, you still feel he's refraining from acting openly towards you sometimes. At the same time, he senses your sorrow. So, he decided that Christmas would be the right time to make up for that. His present for you would be a few days away from the Sanctuary, just the two of you alone, together.

🌸 Thank you for reading 🌸

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Hello, so sorry tobe this late. Respect to the armor, i have a canon in this universe so... reader of the lost canvas wears Lynx armor. Dannan ignored his companion's claims, not even looking at her as if unaware of her existence.

--- Vulpecula Dannan! --- she shouted (Y/N) in a worried tone and accelerated her pace to reach her, but that only caused the redhead to start running --- Dannan! Don't run away, coward!

--- Stay away! I said I don't want to! --- shouted the young girl trying to avoid (Y/N) who also accelerated her pace to catch her --- (Y/N) I told you no!

--- I'm inevitable, Dannan, you can't run away --- said the Lynx saint jumping over the Vulpecula saint --- Aha, I got you --- celebrated (Y/N) while putting her hand on Dannan's mask --- at last someone in the sanctuary will know what your face looks like.

--- May I know what you are doing? --- both girls looked at the golden Capricorn saint. Dannan tried to break away but (Y/N) wouldn't let her, turning her attention back to the mysterious girl --- Excuse me Dannan, I'll take your friend for a few seconds.

--- What? --- questioned the young girl while the other one took the opportunity to pull her off him.

--- All yours, I have to get back to... someone --- said Dannan before leaving and going to Rodorio.

--- It's not fair, so close and yet so far --- exclaimed (Y/N), pouting as El Cid carried her away to the tenth house of the Sanctuary --- Do you know how well he would speak of me if he had seen her face? I can imagine --- replied the young woman --- "Lynx (Y/N), the fastest and stealthiest" or "Lynx (Y/N), the connoisseur of all secrets".

--- Seeing Dannan's face will not make you a connoisseur of anything or the swiftest, what did I tell you about leaving the house of Capricorn? --- El Cid asked harshly, but the young woman was already accustomed to the cold, dry and hard tone of the knight.

--- Oh come on, and miss the fact that Dannan is passing by? That would be wasting a golden opportunity, an advantage in the battle... as you would say --- the Bronze Saint tried to excuse herself, but only earned a stern look from her... "boyfriend", if you could call him that. And even more so when the golden saint himself had forced her into this relationship, without giving her a choice. (Y/N) kept her sanity thanks to Dannan seeing her on the sly, always disappearing when she felt El Cid's cosmos when she was in the seventh house.

One of the advantages of having the saint of Vulpecula as a friend: they know all the secrets of the Sanctuary (even of some enemies and allies), but the bad thing is that they couldn't divulge them, they were sealed tombs.

When (Y/N) demanded her to ask another saint for help, Dannan only answered: "To silence someone, you must know their secrets".

It was this that made her resign herself to her new life, to begin to accept El Cid's signs of affection. (Y/N) she had to admit that, although they were scarce, when the gentleman put his mind to it, he could be very loving. Of course, he still failed in some things and the nature of their relationship was something so twisted that when she remembered it, the young woman shuddered.

She was trapped by a dragon who was disguised as a knight.

Hi, are your orders open? if yes I can ask El cid x fem reader(cassiopeia amazona if you can), thanks

Hi, yes. Still open, it will not inmediatly because of homework but i will do it

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Thicker Than Water // PART 01

tags // haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader, historical!au, dark content (incest), smut, manipulation, implied grooming, morally grey characters, inspired by the tv series El Cid, scheming, fight for a throne, period-typical sexism, takeomi akashi, senju akashi, manjiro “mikey” sano, mentioned mickey x senju

note // first part dives right into the conflict. y/n confirms her suspicions, haruchiyo’s facade starts to slip, and takeomi throws y/n a curveball

wc // 3.8k+

extras // playlist  masterlist  @planetonet  @tometpd​   

PART 01 // SUCCESSION

“The king is dead, long live the king!”

It was the mantra courtiers cried out in the throne room while you stood on the sidelines, watching and seething. Your hands fisted the skirt of your dress as your older brother, Takeomi, sauntered up to the throne where the Archbishop and crown were waiting for him. You shifted your gaze to the object of your desires, the golden crown, that almost seemed to tease you because, no matter how much you wanted to feel its weight on your head, it would never be yours. The lack of a particular appendage between your legs guaranteed you would never rule, no matter how much the man standing next to you insisted you should.

As if he had read your resentful thoughts, Haruchiyo pried your hand away from your skirt and laced his fingers through yours. Your heart rose to your throat at his shameless display and your eyes scanned the room while you tried pulling away from his grasp. When the two of you were in the clear, you gave him a pointed look and tugged on your arm again.

Haruchiyo met your sharp gaze with a seemingly playful one and a wicked grin that would have fooled anyone but you. He was someone you knew well, and you could make out the irritation under his facade that manifested in his tightened jaw and bruising grip. When you didn’t relent, he ever so slightly leaned into your ear and whispered.

“Your struggle brings more attention to us.”

You fought the urge to shudder from his hot breath in your ear and merely fixed him with a hard stare before returning your gaze to your brother, already on the throne with the crown resting on his head. Shifting closer to Haruchiyo, you hid your conjoined hands behind your skirt while he let out a quiet hum, stroking your knuckles.

“Long live the king!” the two of you chanted but neither of you meant it.

“Congratulations again, Your Majesty!” Senju, Haruchiyo, and you cried while simultaneously dropping into bows and curtsies. It was after Takeomi’s coronation ceremony and all of the courtiers had left, so it was only your three siblings and Takeomi’s sworn shield, Manjiro “Mikey” Sano in the throne room.

“There’s no need for such ceremony when it’s just us siblings!” Takeomi declared, raising each of you with a smile. It was the same smug smile he’d worn since the will of your father, the late king, had been read and declared him the heir. 

“After all, I am your big brother before anything.” He shot a wink at your little sister, Senju, who giggled in response. You shifted next to her and Takeomi’s eyes traveled to you, his smile faltering.

“With all due respect, Your Majesty, you are our king, first and foremost, and we are your loyal subjects.” You declared firmly, lowering your head. With your face hidden from Takeomi’s view, you shot Senju a reprimanding glare and watched the smile disappear from her face.

“We merely wish to show you the respect you deserve as our sovereign.” You continued and raised your head, a fixed smile already gracing your features.

Despite your respectful tone and words, you had already defied the king after only a couple of hours of being crowned and Takeomi knew that better than anyone. Your brother might’ve been a cocky beast of a man, but he wasn’t stupid. He regarded you with amusement for a moment before his mouth stretched into a smile and moved to stand before you.

“While I appreciate your devotion to me, dearest sister, blood is thicker than water.” He drawled and lowered his voice to a rumbling whisper. “It would do you well to remember that.”

‘It is you who should remember that!’

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from voicing your retort and merely lowered your head demurely in the way you’d been trained to do by your late mother and your nanny.

“I will keep that in mind, brother.”

“Good!” He exclaimed with a clap of his hands before turning his heel. You waited for him to dismiss the three of you, but your brother wasn’t quite done with you yet. He waited until Haruchiyo and Senju filed out of the room before speaking.

“I want you to join me tomorrow for breakfast, Y/N.” He turned around to face you, the royal cloak whirling around his tall frame in ripples of violet velvet. “There is something I wish to discuss with you.”

“Your wish is my command, Your Majesty,” you replied stiffly and broke into a low curtsy to hide the displeasure that no doubt reflected on your face.

While turbulent thoughts occupied your mind, your feet took you directly to the only person you could confide in. By the time you snapped out of your daze, the maids were scurrying out of the bathroom and Haruchiyo stood before you in only his loosened chemise and smallclothes.

A smirk spread across his mouth, stretching the two ugly scars at the corners. “Are you here to bathe me the way you used to, sister?”

You rolled your eyes at his use of the title he claimed to hate but still approached him until you stood before him. He quirked a delicate pink brow but stayed silent, bending over and watching you grip the hem of his chemise to pull it off him.

Suddenly, he reverted to the wild child he’d once been when your father had summoned him back from the country, and you were his older sister that had helped him bathe, taught him courtly manners, and held him tightly during his fits of rage. Melancholia tugged at your heart as you dropped the piece of clothing on the table next to you and resisted running your fingers through his soft pink hair the way you’d done when he was still a touch-starved child.

And just like that, Haruchiyo once again became a man before your very eyes by standing up straight and towering over you.

You couldn’t help but admire his lean muscular build, pale skin, and pretty pink nipples. Your eyes immediately went to work counting the silvery scars that littered his body, searching for fresh ones. An angry red one under his left rib cage caught your gaze and you tutted in reproach before tentatively tracing the ugly red mark with a feather-light touch. His breath hitched in his throat but you ignored it and continued to examine his scar.

“How did this happen?” You tore your eyes from his body and met his lidded gaze, peering down on you. His sky-blue eyes widened fractionally before he looked away, a dust of pink spreading across his pretty face.

“During my investigation in town. I had a… scuffle with some people an–”

“Did they discover you?!” You demanded, splaying your hands on his naked chest. His eyes were on yours in an instant, narrowed and full of suspicion.

“No, I got rid of them,” he bit out. At his admission, your entire body relaxed, allowing you to take care of your miffed little brother. Your hands traveled up his chest, to his collarbones, and settled on the sides of his neck with your thumbs resting on his jaw.

“You did well, Sanzu,” you praised, using the nickname he only allowed you to use. “Takeomi cannot know that we’re investigating father’s death.”

You waited until he relaxed underneath your fingers and nodded his understanding to ask him about his trip. “Did you find out anything important?”

He nodded. “You were right, Y/N. Mikey hired a middleman to purchase a rare poison and then eliminated him the night before the late king fell ill.”

You didn’t chide him for not referring to your father as ‘father’ the way you normally did and instead beamed up at him before pulling him into an embrace.

“Thank you,” you murmured into his skin, taking in his sweet musky scent. “We’re this much closer to bringing down Takeomi and having you take your place on the throne.”

Haruchiyo’s arms wrapped around you and drew you in closer until the space between you was eliminated. He buried his face into your neck and breathed in your scent, nuzzling the way he used to as a child after getting reprimanded by everyone around him.

“You know that I love you more than anyone, right?” You said, running your fingers through his soft pink locks as a reward for his obedience.

He didn’t respond, choosing instead to let his hands wander south over the curve of your rump and north to the laces of your gown. You stiffened in his embrace while his hand groped the supple flesh over your skirt and your laces were loosened, exposing your thin shift. It wasn’t until his mouth pressed a hot kiss to your sensitive neck that you pushed him away.

“That’s enough, Haruchiyo. I’m your sister and I demand respect.” You quickly turned away from him to fold the chemise you’d discarded, doing your best to dispel the growing heat between your legs.

You waited for the apology that usually followed when he tried to cross the line with you, but it never came. Instead, he pressed you against the table, wrapping his fingers around your neck and cupping your sex over your skirts. A sharp gasp escaped your lips when you felt his hardened member grind into your ass.

“Don’t you dare deny me this, Y/N.” He hissed into your ear, fingers pressing into your sensitive bud. “You’re the one that started this years ago.”

His hand turned your face to him, and you were taken aback by the dullness in his widened blue orbs and the twitching grin on his scarred mouth. It was the first time you felt something other than love or pity for your little brother. At that moment, you were overcome with unadulterated fear that Haruchiyo took advantage of with a hungry kiss.

As he slanted his lips over yours and ran his hot wet muscle over your bottom lip, a strange feeling of pride spread across your chest in knowing you’d taught him everything he knew when it came to giving you pleasure. He knew exactly where to lick, bite, and suck to send you into an aroused frenzy that left you flushed, panting, and melting into him.

He broke your kiss first, leaving you lightheaded before his mouth traveled down your jaw to your neck while his hands hiked up your skirts.

“Haru! Y-you can’t!” you protested, trying to stop him.

“Sanzu,” he gritted, biting down on the crook of your neck and drawing out a cry from your lips. “When we are together, you are to call me Sanzu.”

With tears in your eyes and your skirts bunched up around your waist, his fingers parted your slickened folds and furiously worked your hardened nub. He shuffled around behind you until you felt his hot throbbing member slide between your legs, coating itself with your arousal.

“Since I did so well, I deserve a reward, don’t you think?” he groaned and continued his ministrations until you were shaking like a leaf. “And all I want is your pretty cunt wrapped around my cock. You’ll let me claim my reward, won’t you sister?”

His fingers pinched your clit when he spit out the familiar title, and your orgasm washed over you like waves crashing onto a bed of rocks. You mindlessly clung to your brother as the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsed through your sex. It wasn’t until Haruchiyo pushed you over the table that you came to your senses, knowing what he intended to do. In that moment of clarity, you turned around forcefully and struck him across the face.

“I’m a princess, not a whore! You will not bend me over and take me like a bitch!” You snarled, matching the anger he emanated as his hand gingerly touched his reddened cheek.

Like a mother after disciplining her child, guilt bloomed in your chest and tears stung your eyes as you took his face into your hands, pressing feather-light kisses over the warm red mark.

“I-I’m sorry, but you understand me, don't you?” Your arms wrapped around his torso and you pulled him into a hug while you moved back onto the table. With his warm body pressed against yours, you let yourself succumb to your carnal desires. “I taught you better than that, didn’t I?”

At your shift of tone, you saw his anger turn into lust while you hoisted yourself up on the table. Dragging your hand down his chest, you watched with pleasure as he shivered from your touch and seemed to beg you with his beautiful blue eyes.

“What is it, my darling boy?” you asked as your hand trailed down to his navel and went even further, wrapping itself around his raging erection.

“I want to touch you,” he gasped, shaking as you pumped your hand. “Please, let me touch you.”

“Do you remember how?” You snapped, tugging on his cock and watching as a bead of cum coated the tip. He nodded furiously as he peered down at you, panting and blushing prettily.

“Alright, you can claim your reward now.”

Sanzu fell to his knees in an instant and you helped him along by pulling up your skirts and spreading your legs. With one last look up at you, he buried his face between your legs and you bit back a moan.

He licked a stripe up your slickened folds before settling his lips around your clit and sucking on the hardened nub. Your fingers dug into his pink locks while your other hand splayed on the table behind you for support. When your entire body started to shake, Sanzu released your swollen nub and his tongue delved into your tight hot cunt. You cried out but held his head firmly between your legs, grinding your hips into his face as he fucked you with his tongue.

When you felt your orgasm near, you pulled his head away and admired the way your arousal coated his scarred smiling mouth. Sanzu caught his breath and peered up at you with pure adoration in his eyes. Tugging on his hair, he stood up obediently and kissed you so you could taste your cum on his tongue.

As Sanzu kissed you, you felt his cock prod your cunt a couple of times before he inched himself inside of you. When he bottomed out, the two of you groaned into your kiss from the bliss of being conjoined once again after months of abstaining from the act. Your hands roamed to Sanzu's back while his hands snaked around your backside and gripped your bare ass before rocking his hips into you.

When Sanzu’s cock dragged against your fleshy walls and sent jolts of pleasure down your toes, it was so easy to forget that the two of you shared the same blood. When his tongue slid against yours and claimed your mouth, you forgot he was your brother. When his fingers and teeth dug into your skin and marked it as his, the fact that you had taken care of him like a mother slipped your mind as you drowned in the pleasure he gave you.

“Fuck! Gonna come!” Sanzu groaned against your shoulder but didn’t pull away from you, tightening his hold instead. “Wanna fill you up.”

“No!” You snapped, pushing against his chest. “Only when you become king! Do you hear me!?”

He grunted in response and loosened his grip, pulling out in time for his cum to coat your dress instead of your womb. He collapsed into your arms, panting and shaking from his own orgasm, while you caressed his hair and pressed butterfly kisses from his cheek to his neck. You held him until his breathing evened out and his arms wrapped around your frame.

“Now, how about that bath?” you asked, pulling away from him. His lips formed a pout as he peered down at you, and unable to hold yourself back, you pressed a chaste kiss on them. “I’ll join you if you help me undress.”

At your offer, his face lit up almost instantly before his hands went to work undoing the rest of your laces, while you laughed at his eagerness and helped him.

By the time you finished bathing and waited for Haruchiyo to fall asleep, it was far too late for you to leave his quarters through the front door without drawing suspicion, so you resorted to using the secret corridor.

It was a narrow path within the castle’s stone walls that connected your chambers to those of your younger siblings. You’d discovered it as a young girl and used it to comfort your baby sister after your mother’s premature death. When Haruchiyo returned home after ten years, you assigned him the empty rooms that the corridor also led to and thus began your influence over your siblings unbeknownst to your father and older brother.

With only a candle to light your way, you moved with a swiftness only a person that knew the corridor like the back of their hand could. As you came to the door that led to your antechamber, a brightly burning fire approached and you watched Senju tentatively approach you with a torch in hand. She smelled like sweat and dirt which told you she’d just gotten back from her training with Mikey.

“Did you find out what I asked?” You demanded, forgoing formalities with her.

“Mikey did leave the castle grounds last week and didn’t return until morning. He confirmed it himself.” Senju replied, the bitterness in her voice not lost on you.

“That will be all,” you nodded, side-stepping her to reach for your door. “You may go–”

“You were with him, weren’t you?”

You froze at Senju’s question that was more like an accusation before turning to her with a retort ready for attack.

“A bit late for sword practice, don’t you think?” You took a couple of steps toward her until you saw the panic written all over her face. Satisfied with her reaction, you leaned in and sniffed your little sister’s hair. “You reek of Sano, dearest sister. I wonder what the king would do if he found out his right-hand man was teaching his baby sister how to handle another type of sword.”

She staggered back until her back met stone and the fire of her torch illuminated the horror in her jade eyes. “Y-you wouldn’t dare!”

You cornered her and slammed your palm against the wall next to her head. “Then I suggest you adhere to our agreement, Senju. I turn a blind eye to your relationship and you keep your nose out of my business unless I say so.”

You waited until she nodded before pressing a kiss on her brow and caressing her hair that reminded you so much of Haruchiyo.

“Sweet dreams, little sister.” You murmured against her skin before turning your heel and crossing the threshold into your chambers, thoroughly pleased with the progress of your plan to bring down Takeomi and rule through Haruchiyo.

“The time has come for you to end your studies, Y/N."

 You need to focus on your lessons with your nanny and Father Shiba.”

“But Father, I am excelling in my studies! Even Takeomi has yet to catch up to me!”

“Insolent girl! When will you realize that your place in this world isn’t on the throne but behind your husband, serving him and raising his children.”

“We both know that if I had been born male, you would have passed over Takeomi to make me your heir! What difference does it make if I have a womb instead of a cock?!”

Your father, with only a few wrinkles and more dark hair than grey, peered down on your adolescent self with a mixture of abhorrence and disappointment. It was a face you’d see constantly whenever you bested Takeomi in your studies, diplomacy, and military strategy. A face that even in death, still haunted your dreams to remind you of your place. Unfortunately for your late father, your strong will had been forged by his disdain and disapproval and his nightly visits only spurred you on.

While your dream usually ended when you reached out and dissolved your father with a wave from your hand, this time his face altered until he became Takeomi with the crown atop his head and a mocking smirk on his face.

It was that same face you met the following morning in his solar. There was a light spread of breakfast foods on the small table near the window where he stood, peering out at the commotion below. He remained immobile, not even greeting you until you stood next to him.

“Do you know what makes a kingdom strong?” He asked, watching the knights training in the courtyard while ladies watched from a distance, giggling and chattering amongst themselves.

“People,” you replied, confident in your answer.

“Bonds, Y/N. That is what makes a kingdom strong.” He finally turned to you and the calm smile on his face set off warning horns in your mind. “Without bonds, people have no reason to remain loyal to a ruler.”

It felt like a lesson and a threat all at once. He didn’t sound like the odious older brother he’d always been but like your father—like a king.

“Shall we eat?” he asked, moving to the table before you could even respond. It wasn’t until the sound of the wooden chair scraping the stone floor echoed in the room that you took the seat your brother had pulled out for you.

“Thank you,” you managed to mumble, averting your gaze to the golden platter of food on the table.

“You’re welcome, dearest sister.” He replied with a sweetness that made your skin crawl and the little appetite you had, disappear.

You managed to nibble on some fruit and cheese before your brother finally addressed the reason behind your visit.

“You’ve been of age for some years now, haven’t you?” He spoke and proceeded to take a sip of wine. Your blood ran cold as the lesson from the window and his smile all came together with his question and everything pointed towards one possibility—marriage.

“Yes,” you admitted, the bitter taste of defeat fresh on your tongue.

“As a princess, I’m sure you’re aware of your duty to strengthen the kingdom by creating bonds domestically or with other kingdoms.” He took a bite of bread and looked up at you with a menacing look of warning that left you unable to speak. Wringing your hands together beneath the table, you nodded stiffly and waited for him to give you your sentence.

“In your case, it will be a domestic bond with the Duke of Roppongi, Ran Haitani. He has asked for your hand and I have given my blessing.”

And just like that, Takeomi exerted his power over you as your brother, guardian, and king while you were left sorting through your scrambled thoughts for a way to overcome the newest obstacle in your fight for power.

[mianavs]

Thicker Than Water // PART 02

tags // haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader, historical!au, dark content (incest), smut, manipulation, implied grooming, morally grey characters, oral f!receiving, somnophilia, toxic relationships, inspired by the tv series El Cid, scheming, fight for a throne, period-typical sexism, takeomi akashi, senju akashi, manjiro “mikey” sano, minor mickey x senju, yuzuha shiba, ken “draken” ryuguji, yasuhiro muto, ran haitani, emma sano

note // new characters are introduced, y/n works to overcome her newest obstacle, haruchiyo shows his true colors, and pieces start falling into place

wc // 7k+

extras // playlist  masterlist  @planetonet  @tometpd  

PART 02 // ALLIANCES

Marriage

At the best of times, it had been a joke between you and your father where he would list off names of eligible noblemen and you would either laugh or scrunch up your nose in disgust. Your reactions had always brought a smile to his face, and if he’d had enough to drink, would draw out that booming laughter you had loved so much.

At the worst of times, it had been used as a threat by your father whenever you overstepped your bounds and criticized his decisions or challenged your brother, Takeomi. It had been during those heated encounters that you’d been reminded of your complicated relationship with your father.

As you’d realized from the moment you stepped foot into his solar, Takeomi wasn’t your father. His naming of Ran Haitani as your betrothed was neither a joke nor a threat—It was a promise. One that made your blood run cold as you struggled to come up with an excuse. You reached for the chalice of watered-down wine and took a tentative sip while you crafted your response.

“While I’m not opposed to marriage, Your Majesty, I’m afraid Haruchiyo still needs me.”

Takeomi’s head tilted slightly and his mouth curled into a smirk. “Oh, is that so?”

“Yes, he hasn’t fully assimilated into life here at court. I’m sure you’re also aware of his occasional… episodes.” You replied, setting down the brass cup, “and you and I both know only I can calm him down when he gets that way.”

Taking a large bite of bread, Takeomi chewed while his eyes bore into you, amusement dripping from them. You did your best to appear unaffected, but the topic of your marriage had completely disarmed you.

“I think you overestimate yourself, little sister.” Takeomi countered, swirling the wine in his cup. “As far as I know, you had that control over him, but that’s not the case anymore.”

“I assure you‒”

He interrupted you by slamming his cup on the table. Droplets of wine spilled on his hand before trickling onto the table. You flinched at his sudden outburst, and the unspoken words died on your tongue when you saw the grave expression on his face.

“You will marry Haitani as soon as he sets a date and do your duty as a princess of this kingdom. I will deal with our little brother.

Takeomi left no room for argument as he glowered at you. It was the same face you’d seen many times in your youth whenever you bested your older brother and one you had always responded to with a triumphant smirk.

Unfortunately, the days when you could openly defy your older brother ended when the Archbishop placed the crown on his head, so you donned the most pleasant smile you could muster.

 “As you wish, Your Majesty.”

You left Takeomi’s solar as soon as you could, rushing to the small chapel you frequented. Your tumultuous feelings were kept hidden underneath a mask of haughty indifference that you kept as you passed servants and courtiers roaming the keep’s walls, maintaining the dignified image you’d perfected over the years. It wasn’t until you stepped inside the empty chapel and closed the large wooden door behind you, that you discarded your mask and let your emotions bubble to the surface in the form of angry tears, shaky breaths, and balled fists.

Iron candelabras faintly illuminated the small chapel you used whenever you needed to clear your head and pray. It was abandoned for the most part, except for a few servants that frequented it only to scurry out whenever you entered. Wiping away your hot tears and taking deep breaths, you made your way to the plain wooden altar at the front that only held three candles and an opened prayer book. Falling to your knees at the nearest pew, you peered up at the effigy on the wall and clasped your hands together.

While you had never considered yourself a religious woman, one observance you actively practiced was that of prayer, and you did so solely for the calming effect it had. The various prayers Father Shiba drilled into you over the years always gave you the peace of mind you needed to plan out your next steps. So as you finished up your hushed prayer, you tried to remember everything you knew about Ran Haitani.

He was the elder of two brothers who were frequently at court due to the proximity of their family seat, Roppongi Castle. The Haitani family was also one of the oldest in the land which meant they had plenty of power in the forms of money and influence. Yet despite their power and presence at court, you’d only exchanged greetings with the two men due to their withdrawn demeanors. You tried to wrack your brain for tidbits of information you might’ve forgotten but could find none. 

Ran Haitani was essentially a stranger to you; a fact that needed to change if you were to turn your marriage from an obstacle into an opportunity.

The wooden door creaked open and you started mumbling a prayer under your breath while listening closely to the footsteps coming up behind you. They were light and skittish across the stone floor. Ones you recognized almost immediately, allowing you to lower your guard and cease your prayer.

“Apologies for interrupting, Your Highness,” Yuzuha Shiba, your most-trusted lady-in-waiting, said as she sank into a curtsy.

You unclasped your hands and held one out to her so she could help you up to your feet. Once on your feet, you respectfully inclined your head to the effigy before turning to your lady.

“Well, what is it?”

“It is time for your monthly rounds, ma’am. You told me to remind you yesterday.” The willowy woman nervously replied, tucking a loose strand of ginger hair behind her ear. “I can always wait outs‒”

“There’s no need,” you sighed, stepping away from the pew. “I’ve already finished. Let us start with the castle’s keep and then make our way to the outer court.”

“As you wish,” Yuzuha stated, pulling out the leather-bound ledger of the castle’s inventory and finances.

Ever since your first bleeding, the ledger had become your responsibility along with the rest of the castle’s upkeep as the unofficial mistress of the castle—a seat that had been empty since your mother’s death. It was a responsibility you took with great seriousness and thoroughly enjoyed doing, as it proved your capability of managing hundreds of people as well as the castle’s budget. But with your upcoming engagement, the ledger’s importance had dwindled to that only of a woman running a man’s household.

The dilemma of your marriage to Ran swirled around in your mind as you stalked to the chapel’s door with Yuzuha in tow when a sudden realization dawned on you. Whirling around until your confidante’s bewildered face came to view, you placed all of your hope into the question that left your lips.

“Your younger brother, Count Hakkai, is connected to the Haitani brothers is he not?”

Yuzuha’s expression changed to one of caution as she slowly nodded. “Yes, Highness, Hakkai is business partners with His Grace and is a long-time acquaintance of Lord Rindo.”

You didn’t bother hiding your pleased smile as you placed your hands on her shoulders. “I have a favor to ask of you, dearest Yuzuha.”

Her eyes flickered with caution as she peered at you but a gentle squeeze from you erased any apprehension on her face. “I shall do everything in my power to do your bidding.”

“I trust you, Yuzuha, which is why what I tell you must be kept between you and me. Is that understood?”

Your hands tightened over her shoulders as your eyes bore into her golden eyes. If your grip was too tight, Yuzuha’s face gave no indication as she stubbornly held your gaze and nodded fervently.

“I swear I’ll tell no one, ma’am.”

You smoothed over her wrinkled sleeves and released her. “The King has arranged a marriage for me with Ran Haitani. I’d like to meet with him to find out what his motives are. Would you be able to discreetly arrange a meeting with him?”

Yuzuha averted her gaze while you waited for her answer with bated breath.

“If Your Highness permits, I should be able to set it up today. My brother is meeting with the duke later.”

At her response, your entire body relaxed and you sighed in relief. “Yes, you may leave right away. Go to the stables and have them prepare a horse for you to take.”

You couldn’t help but notice the shine in her eyes at the mention of a horse and you smirked, remembering how much she and Senju had loved sneaking off to race during the royal hunts your father had once hosted.

“Go now!” You urged, taking the ledger from her hands. Yuzuha curtsied quickly and excused herself before picking up her skirts and rushing out of the chapel with a message that was undoubtedly your biggest gamble yet.

Despite your prior sentiments, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for your duties as mistress of the castle for they kept your mind off of Ran Haitani and the engagement. With the help of another one of your ladies, you completed your rounds within the keep and headed to the training grounds per your routine.

It was a clear spring day and the sun had just started to descend. A gentle breeze kept your body cool from the sun as you passed the courtyard and crossed the moat that separated the inner court from the training grounds and stables. As you descended the bridge, dozens of knights, squires, and pages spread out across the grounds came to view.

They gathered in different groups according to their ranks and allegiances. Some of them sparred with wooden swords, others practiced their archery, and the rest trained their bodies with or without weapons. Judging by their labored breaths and varying states of undress, they’d been training for hours but that didn’t stop them from stopping mid-swing or mid-draw to greet you as you made your way through the grounds.

You instinctively searched for a head of pale pink but found yourself before a wall of a man who bent at the waist to greet you.

“Your Highness, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Ken “Draken” Ryuguji asked as he rose to his full height.

“Merely making my rounds to check on inventory and such,” you drawled, motioning to your lady who carried the ledger.

“I see,” the knight solemnly replied before turning away to search the grounds. “Sir Keizo and Sir Wakasa should have that information for you.”

You followed his gaze to find the two experienced knights—loyal only to your brother—busy training groups of squires and newly appointed knights. When Draken turned to you once more, you plastered a smile on your face and watched his brow furrow as you approached him until he was just an arm’s length away.

“I must say I’m surprised to see you leading training today, Sir Ken. Usually, it’s Manjiro out here.” You mused and watched Draken grow uncomfortable with your gaze.

“He’s… with Princess Senju for her private lessons.” The defeated knight admitted with a sigh while you beamed at him.

“Thank you for your honesty, Sir Ken. You may return to your training.”

Draken bowed once again before trudging away. You briefly wondered which corner of the castle’s grounds Senju and Mikey had chosen to jump each other’s bones, but your thoughts were interrupted by the heavy footsteps of Yasuhiro Muto, your loyal knight.

“My Princess,” The larger man greeted with a deep bow. “You honor us with your presence.”

His words of flattery never failed to improve your mood. You held your hand out and watched the man you knew to be enamored with you, place a chaste kiss on it. While the brush of his lips against your skin was brief, he held your hand for a moment longer.

“I’m glad you think so, Mucho.” You sighed, calling him by his nickname. “Although, not everyone thinks as you do.”

Your eyes scanned the grounds and found most of the men watching you with varying degrees of wariness and discomfort. Mucho shifted beside you and took a step towards them before you held him back by his bicep.

“Leave them, Mucho. They’re of no importance to me.”

Your burly knight settled back next to you while a flash of pale pink caught your gaze. You found Haruchiyo a couple of hundred feet away amidst a group of Mucho’s men with his sharp gaze already fixed on you and a frown etched on his pretty face. Still watching your brother, you opened your mouth to inquire after his training but stopped when you remembered Yuzuha wasn’t the one accompanying you on your rounds.

“Go to Keizo and Wakasa and let them know I’d like to speak with them with regards to the inventory.” You told the girl standing behind you. She was a mousy little thing but came from a family loyal to Takeomi, making her a spy in your book. It wasn’t until she was beyond earreach, that you spoke.

“How has his training progressed?” You asked, watching Haruchiyo tear his heavy gaze away from you and focus on his training.

“He can wield a sword as well as any knight and has the strength to back it up but‒”

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t mince your words with me, Mucho.” You snapped, turning to him with a frown. “I need an honest report from you.”

“Apologies, Princess,” Mucho replied, inclining his head. “I’m afraid he’s still lacking when it comes to strategy. He is also impatient and gets angry easily when he’s in the wrong.”

You said nothing as you watched your brother fly into a rage and attack the knight that had managed to best him while sparring. A sigh left your lips before you turned to Mucho.

“Thank you, Mucho. I’ll leave him in your care.”

“It is my pleasure to serve you and the prince, ma’am.” He assured you with a ghost of a smile.

Dismissing him, you turned your gaze to Haruchiyo who’d been pulled away from his opponent by two squires. His blue eyes widened in panic when they met yours and his scarred mouth opened, but you shook your head in disappointment and walked away before he could plead his case.

By the time you headed to the stables, darkness started to encroach on the sun’s last lingering light and everyone within the castle’s walls made their way indoors for the evening. You managed to catch the stableman on his way to his quarters to go over the shipment of supplies and penned down the numbers on the ledger before dismissing him.

With your tasks for the day finished, your mind wandered to Yuzuha and a cursory glance at the horses confirmed that she hadn’t returned. You made up your mind to wait for her and dismissed your lady for the night despite her annoying protests.

You pulled your shawl closer to fight off the chill of the evening and made your way to the front gate. Once you took a couple of steps outside of the stables, however, airy laughter you’d recognize anywhere caught your attention. You followed Senju’s laugh to the back of the stables where you found her and Mikey curled up together beneath a large tree after a session of training. Senju sat between her teacher’s legs and played with his hands while Mikey nuzzled her neck and held her close. The scene tugged at your heart and you let them enjoy each other’s company for a few moments longer before you stepped in.

“I would take more care in choosing your little love hideouts,”

They scrambled away from each other while you walked over. Shame burned on Senju’s face as she crawled toward her discarded cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders. Mikey fared even worse with a look of mortification on his face as his black eyes looked behind you, no doubt looking for any other spectators.

“At ease, Manjiro. We’re alone, for now.” You assured the disheveled knight who now appeared more shocked than mortified. A thought crossed your mind and you turned to Senju.

“Was he not aware that I know about your… affair?”

Your feigned innocence only served to anger your little sister who stalked toward you with a misplaced snarl on her pretty face.

“Of course not,” she bit out. “Now, what do you want?”

Senju’s insolence stoked your anger but you hid it behind a fake smile as you fastened her cloak.

“I would like a word alone with Manjiro, sweet sister,” you replied, reaching up to smooth over her hair only for her to swat away your hand.

“No way!” she snarled. “I won’t let y‒”

“It’s fine, Your Highness.” Mikey interrupted. “You should retire inside. It’s been a long day for you.” 

Senju opened her mouth to protest but Mikey gave her a look that dissuaded her from doing so. Shooting you a final look of warning, she trudged toward the castle’s keep, leaving you and Mikey alone. You tried to think of the last time you’d been alone with Takeomi’s sworn sword only to realize this was the first time you’d spoken to him privately. 

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano was a man you’d watched grow up from afar due to the differences in your statuses and genders. His father had served as your father’s chief advisor before passing away when Mikey was still a boy, and his older brother, Shinichiro, had served as Takeomi’s sworn sword before his untimely death as well. As far as you were concerned, Mikey was blindly loyal to Takeomi and that alone was reason enough to dismiss him from your plans.

Yet, as you watched him gather himself, you wondered whether he’d remain loyal to your brother if it meant giving up on your little sister. 

“Humor me, Manjiro. What will you do when the King finds out you’ve ruined one of his marriage pawns? Will you fight for that so-called love you feel for Senju or will you discard her like a whore and leave her at the King’s mercy?”

You watched with pleasure as the stalwart Mikey cracked before you. His black eyes widened and wavered, lips pressed into a thin line, jaw tightened, and hands flexed before balling into tight fists. For the first time in the long period of time you’d known him, Mikey regarded you with something other than respectful indifference.

“What makes you so sure he won’t give us his blessing?” He asked, forgoing courtesies to your amusement.

“Because while you might be his closest friend and Senju his favorite sibling, there is something the King cares about more.” You took a step closer to the black-haired knight and watched his nostrils flare from a sharp intake of breath. “And I think you know what that is.”

The Invincible Mikey staggered back completely aghast, while you crossed your arms over your chest and held his gaze.

“Tread with caution, Manjiro, because it could have been anyone today.” You started, walking towards him and stopping next to him. “And let this truce be the start of a new relationship between us for Senju’s sake.”

In the end, Yuzuha returned long after dinner had ended and you’d retired to your chambers. The light rapping on your door turned your attention away from Haruchiyo’s assignments and you rushed to the door to let her in.

“Come in quickly!” You urged, pulling her in and shutting the door behind her. She looked exhausted from her trip so you invited her to sit at your work table and poured her a cup of watered-down wine.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Yuzuha said before downing the glass. Seeing she was still with thirst, you poured her another cup and pushed a platter of dried fruits and nuts toward her. You took a seat next to her and let her drink her fill and nibble on some fruit before asking about her trip.

“Were you able to secure a meeting with Ran Haitani?”

“Yes, I was able to meet with His Grace himself. He has agreed to meet with you tomorrow for lunch at his estate.” She replied with a tentative smile. “I tried to schedule a later date with him but Lord Ran claimed he was busy the rest of this week and the following.”

You shook your head and placed a reassuring hand over Yuzuha’s. “It’s alright, Yuzuha. The sooner I meet with him the better.”

Her shoulders relaxed at that and a relieved sigh left her lips. It was then that you noticed the mud on the hem of her dress and her disheveled hair. You retracted your hand and stood up.

“I’ll have the maids draw you a bath,” you announced and walked out to call for some maids. You heard Yuzuha protest solely out of courtesy, for you knew she loved bathing almost as much as riding on horseback.

You were roused from sleep by the sensation of cool air on your bare skin and the sound of labored breathing from above. Opening your bleary eyes, you found a naked Haruchiyo straddling you with his head thrown back and half-flaccid cock in one hand. Lowering your eyes still, you found spurts of his semen coating your bare stomach and chest.

A rush of relief washed over you when you realized he hadn’t spilled inside you, but that relief was quickly replaced with outrage at being stripped and sullied with his seed in your sleep. Using all of the strength you could muster, you shoved him off with a huff and scrambled backward to put as much space between the two of you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” you demanded and watched him flinch before sitting back.

Shock, shame, and distress all flashed across his face as he desperately searched for a crack in your ire that he could chip away at the way he’d done so many times before. Unfortunately, his transgression had been far too great and you steeled your resolve.

It was only then that your brother’s act of remorsefulness disappeared right before your eyes. His brow unfurrowed, back straightened, scarred mouth twisted into an insolent smirk as he peered down at you.

“Marking you as mine,” Sanzu retorted with a quirk of his head. “Since you seem to have forgotten who you belong to.”

Holding your gaze, he crawled over to you and painfully dug his fingers into your thighs. You struggled against his bruising grip until he overpowered you, prying your legs open for him to settle in between them.

“Who this cunt belongs to.”

Dread settled into your stomach and you wondered if Sanzu had caught wind of your engagement. You had only planned on telling him after exhausting all of your resources as a measure of last resort. You also wanted to keep it from him knowing he’d fly into a rage, but even this was on a whole other level. The troubled man between your legs was no better than a stranger and Takeomi’s words from the day prior rang in your head.

‘You overestimate yourself’

‘You had that control over him’

‘That’s no longer the case’

“Ah!”

All coherent thought abandoned you when Sanzu’s mouth descended on your sex. He ran his tongue along your folds before working its way up to your sensitive nub. His tongue teased your clit by flicking and drawing circles around it until you were a whiny writhing mess.

“M-more!” You begged, succumbing to your most base desires. “Please! N-need more!”

Sanzu chuckled darkly and licked up the dripping arousal over your slit before pressing a chaste kiss on your throbbing clit. His head rose from between your legs and peered down at you with a crazed look that both terrified and aroused you. While he adjusted his position, you went against your better judgment and wantonly spread your legs to accommodate him.

It was an act you would surely regret but all you could think about was the satisfaction he’d bring you by stuffing you full of his cock, so you closed your eyes in surrender as your sex twitched in anticipation.

Instead of fucking your needy cunt, however, Sanzu leaned forward and pressed his lips against your ear.

“Do you also spread your legs for that bastard, Muto?”

The mention of your knight’s name snuffed out your burning desire. You opened your eyes and shot Sanzu a bewildered look.

“What are you talking about?” You demanded utterly frustrated over your interrupted orgasm. “Why are you even bringing him up now?”

“I saw the two of you yesterday,” he snarled, pressing all of his weight down on your thighs. “How he kissed you with his filthy mouth. How you clung to him like a needy whore.”

“That’s enough!”

Your hand shot out and wrapped around his slender neck, fingers digging into the sides. In an instant, the tides shifted and you were once again in control. Sanzu’s bruising grip loosened immediately and his face softened back to a semblance of the brother you knew.

The brother that would do anything to gain your approval.

The brother that always did your bidding.

The brother you needed to accomplish your goal.

You got on your knees and pushed a stunned Haruchiyo back onto his haunches, keeping a firm grasp on his neck. As much as you hated doing so, your brother needed to be punished for his insolence. He needed to be taken down a peg or two and for that, you didn’t need a sword. Your words were known to be much sharper than any blade.

“I wouldn’t have to meet with him so often if you became the warrior I need you to be.” You spat, relishing in the agony that showed on his pretty face. “It has been years and you have yet to master swordsmanship! Let alone the war tactics he’s recently introduced!”

Haruchiyo shrunk while you grew with each cruel affront you threw at his face.

“You’re impatient, reckless, and hot-headed, and I have no need for someone like that. Is that what you want, Haruchiyo? For me to abandon you like everyone else?”

Blue orbs widened in terror at your threat. His neck flexed as he sucked in a shaky breath before furiously shaking his head in response. Satisfied with his reaction and desperate response, you hurled him to the side by the neck and watched him topple near the edge of your bed.

“Then grow the fuck up and become the king I need you to be!”

Haruchiyo’s fingers brushed over his bruised neck and he turned to face you with a flushed face and a batch of tears ready to spill. It was a look you were used to seeing. A look that had never failed to stir pity in your heart until you took him into your arms, muttering sweet nothings into his ear and rubbing soothing circles over his back.

However, this time was different. He’d crossed a line in your troubled relationship that made you question everything you knew about him and yourself. Haruchiyo was growing stronger and more erratic by the day which meant you also needed to be firmer with him to keep him in check.

“Get out of my sight!” You snapped, turning away from his teary face. “And don’t show your face unless I call for you.”

Fixing your gaze on a post at the foot of your bed, you took in a couple of deep breaths to calm your anger while you waited for Haruchiyo to leave. He stubbornly stayed put for a couple of moments until he eventually got up when you didn’t budge. He sniffled as he shuffled to his discarded clothing and dressed but you dug your fingers into your sheets and remained steadfast.

It wasn’t until the door of the secret corridor closed behind him that you fell back on your bed, letting the tears you’d been withholding fall.

Despite your troubling encounter with your brother in the morning, you plastered a smile on your face as a manservant of Ran Haitani led you through the luxuriously decorated halls of Roppongi castle. He took you through a door that led to a winding staircase of what appeared to be a tower. The walls were of grey stone and dimly illuminated by torches. The stairs led to another door with an oversized metal door knocker with the Haitani family crest.

“Your Grace,” the manservant called out after knocking twice. “The princess has arrived.”

“Come in,” a muffled male voice responded, and your guide did just that with you in tow.

The room was as ornately decorated as the rest of the castle’s keep. Tapestries of silver and midnight blue—the Roppongi duchy's colors—hung on the walls. Arched windows with stained-glass panes surrounded the room, letting in vast amounts of sunlight. To your right was a study equipped with everything a duke might need when working. There was a large desk of polished dark wood with documents, candles, quills, and inkwells scattered across it. Behind the desk was a towering bookcase filled to the brim with books of all shapes and sizes that rivaled your own private library. Turning your head, you found a hearth on the opposite end of the room that burned brightly and provided warmth to a room that would’ve otherwise been quite chilly given its location. In front of the hearth was a sitting area where a tall man stood and turned to face you.

“Welcome to Roppongi Castle, Your Highness. You honor me with your presence.” the man you recognized as being Ran Haitani said before making his way to you. It was then that you really took in his appearance. His clothing was befitting of his station and the same color scheme of the room. He wore his hair long and tied back with two loose strands framing his handsome face. His forehead was high, violet eyes heavily lidded, and thin lips upturned in a semblance of a smile.

You offered him your hand once he faced you and he took it gallantly, brushing his lips over it.

“Thank you for having me, Lord Ran.” You replied, widening your smile as you peered at him. “I hope my visit didn’t interrupt your plans.”

“Not at all. I had actually hoped to pay you a visit.” He answered before turning to his manservant. “You may leave us.”

“Of course, my lord.” He bowed to Ran before turning to you, “Highness.”

He left the room after receiving your nod, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone with your future husband.

Not releasing your hand as was customary, Ran gently pulled you to the sitting area and set you down before taking the seat next to you. It was only then that he slowly let go.

“I must say you're quite bold, Lord Ran.” You commented wryly, placing your hands over your lap. “This is the first time we’re formally meeting and already you take such liberties with me.”

He chuckled, lowering his head enough for the sunlight to catch in his hair while a smile spread across his entire face. You swallowed and gently gripped the fabric of your skirt, finding you quite liked the rich mellifluous sound of his laughter.

‘Terribly handsome,’ you thought. ‘He is terribly handsome’

“I’m merely trying to match your boldness, Princess Y/N.” His violet eyes twinkled with mirth. “The ink had yet to dry on the marriage agreement and your lady was already requesting an audience on your behalf.”

Even after a few minutes alone with him, you could tell Ran Haitani was a cautious man with a knack for words. He was letting you lead the conversation and answered your inquiries without giving you the information you wanted, so you decided to press further.

“Can you blame me? The King decided to marry me off to a man I’ve only exchanged pleasantries with.”

“Many other noblewomen have married under worse circumstances.” Ran countered, leaning back in his seat.

“I am a princess, not another noblewoman,” you quipped, and Ran smirked at that.

“Then what does a princess like yourself hope to accomplish with this meeting?”

There it was. The question that left you with no way out. He had played you like a lyre in making you think you were leading the conversation when in fact he’d been the one pulling you along. The realization was embarrassing and you could already feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. He noticed, of course, and tilted his head as he watched you scramble to put on a mask of cool regality. Once you smoothed out your face, you decided to be honest.

“My… father was quite generous with me growing up. He let me study alongside my brother for years and as a result, my mind has been cultivated in ways that differ from typical societal expectations.”

“I suppose we are similar in that regard.” Ran commented when you found yourself unsure of how to proceed without being outright accused of treason.

“While most noblemen go through a similar rite of passage, I was brought up differently. I chose books over a sword and money over honor. I spend my days constantly thinking about business ventures I can partake in to increase my wealth and power so my family can maintain our position in society. And if there are problems that cannot be resolved with money, I have knights and mercenaries loyal to my family’s vast amount of wealth to resolve those problems for me.”

Ran’s smile had faded halfway through his monologue, and by the time he’d finished, the gallantry he’d received you with was replaced with a look of mild suspicion. Since he had bared some of himself, you decided to pay back the gesture but not before relieving some of the tension with a poor joke.

“You must be quite close with Kokonoi.”

His eyes widened and he laughed, louder and more carefree than before, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips.

“Hajime is one of my closest friends.” He admitted, composing himself.

“One more thing we have in common,” you replied and straightened your features before continuing.

“Along with our want of power and the use of others to get what we want.”

Ran matched your sobered expression and when he didn’t react with outrage, you ventured further.

“As the late king’s daughter, I also have aspirations for the throne but am well aware that the current laws do not permit it. My younger brother, however, is someone that would for me.”

“The power you speak of is beyond anything a duke could ever imagine.” Ran commented, leaning forward and rubbing his chin pensively.

“Beyond anything a princess could ever imagine as well,” you replied defiantly, and with no other way to turn, you continued despite the terrifying prospect of being turned in for treason. “Yet, I believe it is a possibility thanks to incriminating information I’ve gathered and Haruchiyo’s undying loyalty to me.”

You felt him pulling away so you put your boldness to work and clasped the hand still on his lap.

“If it is power you truly want then join me, Ran, and I can give you all power you want as Haruchiyo’s advisor and regent.”

His beautiful violet eyes widened and you watched the flame of greed take root within their depths. You waited with bated breath until his other hand lowered over yours, gripping your trembling hands.

“That is quite the offer, Princess, and one I must accept.” He answered and the fear that’d been building dissipated all at once. Your back that had been ramrod straight throughout your encounter relaxed along with your neck and shoulders. Despite the odds, you had managed to get Ran Haitani to join you in your struggle for the throne, thus successfully turning the crippling obstacle Takeomi threw at you into a valuable opportunity.

“Princess,” Ran called out and you straightened once again, registering the seriousness of his tone. “There is something I must inform you of. I believe you will find it helpful.”

Your head snapped up to face him and unease took hold of you once more. “What is it?”

“You may not know this but some of my more dubious business endeavors are in the black market, specifically dealing with poisons.”

You sucked in a breath and scooted closer to him, throwing decorum out of the window as your knees pressed against his. “You know about it too, don’t you?”

His violet eyes widened before an ominous smile graced his lips. “Yes, judging by your reaction I can finally say with certainty that my suspicions were correct. The poison Manjiro Sano purchased was from one of my contractors who disappeared when it was time for his payment and wound up dead in a riverbank outside of town.”

Elation didn’t even begin to capture what you felt at that moment. Nor did relief, excitement, or appreciation. With just that piece of information, Ran Haitani had transformed your impossible goal into an attainable one. Takeomi had somehow managed to betroth you to the only man that could prove his crime and you wondered if some celestial being was also on your side.

“W-we can do it!” You took his hands and squeezed, holding his gaze with your eager one. “Surely with this information we can bring him down somehow.”

Ran shook his head stubbornly. “The King has many powerful allies and he is still the firstborn son.”

“He committed patricide!” You hissed, jumping to your feet to pace the room. “A treasonous act that is also punishable by death!”

“Conspiring against a king is also treason,” Ran reminded you, rising to his feet to join you. “If we are to see this through then we must be cautious.”

He placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. It was a comforting gesture and one that you appreciated.

“What should we do?” You asked, for you truly had no idea how to proceed. Ran was all seriousness as he turned you to face him, now resting both of his hands on your shoulders.

“Strip him of his allies and turn them against him. Only then will you be able to push him off the throne and claim the crown for your younger brother.” At the mention of Haruchiyo, you stiffened, and Ran seemed to notice.

“Speaking of which, I’d like to meet the man we’ll be placing on the throne. Are you sure we can trust him?”

“Of course,” was your immediate response before you took a breath and elaborated. “Haruchiyo was abandoned by my father for a couple of years before he was brought back. I was the only family member that cared for him, so his loyalty to me is unyielding. I’ll set up a meeting later but first I’d like to keep our alliance a secret until the King himself announces it.”

Ran didn’t seem convinced but agreed to your terms anyway. “Alright. I’ll investigate the poison matter and let you know what I find.”

You nodded. “I’ll see what I can do regarding his allies. If you need to see me, send a message through the Shiba siblings and we can arrange something.”

Ran’s hands descended and took hold of yours once more, a gesture you didn’t mind when it came to him. “I must say this marriage will prove to be much more fruitful than I ever imagined.”

Even without peering into a mirror, you knew the power-hungry expression on his face reflected yours. It was an expression you hadn’t seen in anyone else; not even in your beloved Haruchiyo. It was a startling thought but one you welcomed, finding you preferred the company on your journey.

And what better ally than one of the most powerful men in the kingdom?

“Likewise.”

After you met with Ran, you stopped by the town for lunch and to order new dresses and pick up a couple of gifts for Senju and Haruchiyo, so Takeomi wouldn’t be suspicious regarding your outing. By the time you finished your shopping spree, the sun was setting and you made your way back to your carriage.

Just as you were about to be helped into your carriage, a woman’s blood-curdling scream rang out. Frightened and outraged by the sound, you made your way to the alley where it had come from, accompanied by two of the knights Muto had assigned to escort you for the day.

You found a girl being dragged by two men across the dirty floor of the alley by her pale blonde hair. Despite the darkness that engulfed the filthy place, her eyes stood out like two nuggets of gold in murky water and locked into yours.

“HELP ME!”

Your arm rose instantly as if compelled by just her scream and the two men that flanked your side rushed forward. In a manner of minutes, they descended on the girl’s captors and killed one each with a single swing of their swords. Your first instinct was to look away but you remembered what your father had once said.

The throne demands violence.

So you watched the blood spurt from their bodies and cover the dumbstruck girl still on the filthy floor. As your knights dragged the two bloody bodies away, you made your way to the trembling girl and crouched down.

You were immediately struck by her beauty. Although dirty, her long hair was a stunning color that was rare at court. Her cheeks were high and still had remnants of baby fat clinging to them. Her lips were also full and a lovely shade of pink despite their wretched state. She truly was a diamond in the rough and you considered taking her in.

“What is your name?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“E-Emma, my lady,” she managed to say. “M-my name is E-Emma Sano and I’m l-looking for my brother Mikey.”

It was then that you were certain Fate was on your side. Overwhelmed with emotion, you reached out to Emma and took her into your arms. Tears of joy streamed down your face and Ran’s advice from that day came to mind as you held the girl that would tear Mikey away from Takeomi for good.

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