#and Suzaku for having two wives

[kankuroplease]

Is misaki's father manda? If so what's she's parents thought on this?

Tora: shes my daughter 🤦‍♀️

Sho falling for some weird man is on brand for her bloodline. First her mother with her father, then her with Orochimaru, and now Sho and this cave dweller. as long as he’s not an ACTUAL snake and he isn’t a shinobi, she’ll come around. She’ll never be happy that he’s bald tho 💀

Orochimaru finds it interesting that Sho even found Ryūchi cave/survived it? Probably wouldn’t like that he’s named Manda, but killing him would upset Sho and be a little petty… so he’ll let it slide.

[prinzrupprecht]

When they hurt your feelings

Featuring: Indra, Loki, Poseidon, and Hades ( part 2 )

First time doing Indra so some things finna be made up in the peak of Svarga here. So bare with me on it. Loki is a fun character to write so ofc he is in part 2. Poseidon gonna be real easy to do as well so I wanted to add.

Part 1 and Part 3 if you missed them

Warnings? Yandere tendencies with Loki.

Indra

He was calm, stoic and minded his own business most of the time. When he was accepted into the tournament to fight for the final spot in Ragnarok, you were upset. Not happy, but upset.

“Why do you care? It’s not like I care whether I win or lose,” he would speak so casually while puffing on the cigarette like usual. Your eye twitched, you were his wife and he says this?

“Agh, never mind.” You had tried to leave but you just watched you turn on your heels and storm out of the room. The first match was about to begin and you would rather not even be near Indra.

You had found Shiva who was watching the first match by himself. “You got lost?” he asked but you scoffed.

“Huh? No, I’m just… bored.” You stood a bit away from him.

“Well, whatever then.” Two of his arms were propping the back of his head up. You had wondered why he was here. He doesn’t even need to be here.

“Why are you here anyway?” You pursued your lips. Shiva shrugged and sat up a bit while the first match was a bit intriguing with Ra and Cu he still was able to answer.

“Hmm I like the idea of this tournament and also, I want to see how my buddy Indra fight.” Shiva turned his head away to watch the remaining of the fight between Ra and Cu. Buddy eh?

“You don’t care if he dies?” You had asked with slight worry. You can’t deny it since it was allowed to kill your opponent. And his opponent was the red-haired man who looked cocky. You already disliked Suzaku and you hoped Indra beats him.

“That’s the whole part of this. Taking risks. It’s a risk you may die but you could also win. Indra is tough, so stop worrying.” Shiva waved you off. Even his wives weren’t even worried about Shiva being apart of Ragnarok. You were still upset how Indra didn’t care whether he dies.

You wanted to find him and support him now. As you were walking back, you still had worries fill your heart. You saw Indra off in a corner and ran up to him. He raised one brow to you. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you.” You breathed out. Your cheeks puffed a bit with stubbornness.

“You ran to Shiva, didn’t you?” Indra sighed while he had an arrogant exterior. He didn’t like how you always ran to the other gods to fix your problem. He preferred you to talk it out with him.

“I… I— no! I just saw him,” you flat-out denied it. You weren’t as hurt before but you wanted him to come out of this alive.

He pulled you into his side with his arm squeezing your waist. You almost had jumped from his touch but you eased a bit from the sudden movement. Indra may be an introvert and prefers to be alone most of the time, but he still rather you stay by his side. After all, you were surrounded by gods from every pantheon. He didn’t want to have to fight everyone to keep you next to him.

Loki

Arguing with this man has become second nature. He doesn’t understand that you wanted to have some personal freedom away from Asgard. Loki always spins on you how you’re trying to leave him. Leave? Leave?! This hurt you a bit. How could you leave him? You were growing furious with his accusations.

“Sometimes Thor is more tolerable to be around than you, you should know that.” You have crossed your arms and tried to turn away.

Loki pulled your arm and that’s when you saw the new look in his eyes. It was like he changed in an instant. “Him?! He wouldn’t give you the ounce of care that I have for you, don’t you get it? I can give you whatever you want—” You jerked your arm back.

“I never tried to throw you aside, Loki. You’re always too overprotective and rude towards anyone tries to associate themselves with me.” You crossed your arms and gave him a soft glare.

“Rude? Ha! You’re mixing me up with Huginn and Munnin.” Loki was right about Odin’s ravens being obnoxious at times. You tried to not interact with them. They never shut up and were yappy and said mean things towards you. However, he tried to divert the topic. You tried to leave the room but he noticed the tension between you two was… already bad.

Loki tends to over think his thoughts and assume the worst.

He knew he wasn’t making the matter any better. “Hey! Wait, I shouldn’t have been too harsh,” Loki caught up to you. You clenched your hands into fists but sighed. His accusations can be irritating to you but it’s like he has no faith in you. No trust either.

“I’m just mad because you assume the worst sometimes. I just want to visit some family outside of the castle. It’s been ages so yes, I’m a bit hurt.” You put your foot back down and spun on your heel to face Loki.

“Fine, fine you can visit your family! I wasn’t trying to keep you away from them.” He raised his hands up innocently and gave you a smile. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to trick you into believing he doesn’t care anymore. Deep down he would rather you all to himself but he can’t force you to be with him all the time.

“Whatever, I’m not hurt anymore. When I return you’re going to burn that weird doll of me in your secret room you’ve been hiding for years. It doesn’t even look like me either.” You huffed annoyingly before stomping out of the palace. He was confused with what had happened. He wanted to retaliate but it was a losing battle with you.

You weren't mad or called him the worst names for it? Loki wasn’t sure how to feel about you finding out about that stuff he kept in his secret room. You must’ve found out about that room when you stumbled upon it one day.

He sighed in relief but he was a tad bit disappointed that he had to burn it. Oh well, as long as he had the real thing— you. Nothing would matter more than you to him.

Poseidon

You had tried for many years to impress Poseidon. You weren’t a follower, but you had admired his strength and title of king of the seas. You wanted to be notable like him.

He only acknowledged your existence whenever he treated you as a maid even though you were more than that. You were a goddess but weak in his eyes. There was no going back, no way to prove your worth to him. ‘What an ass,” you thought. You wanted to be something more, but you didn’t know how to prove it.

He would brush your politeness off when you asked if you could stay with him and clean his room. Poseidon snapped his head in your direction. “Why? There’s no need for you in my personal space. You don’t deserve my time.” His words struck like steal into your flesh. Heh? You immediately left afterwards.

Your feelings were incredibly hurt. It’s been several days since that incident and you refused to be around Poseidon. There was no way he would accept you. Any progress was gone and you were back in your room. Alone. Like usual.

You changed your position and decided to be on your own. Apollo saw you casually walking through the Olympus garden admiring the beauty of it. He thought you looked elegant and not some Poseidon simp as he had always thought you were.

“Why are you here?” Apollo tilted his head and you jumped and bowed in his presence. After all, he still has higher authority than you. You liked how you respected them but he could tell something was wrong.

“Sorry if I’m not allowed here, I’ll leave.” You waited for him to speak so you could lift your head.

“Lift your head, dear. Your position is the same as everyone else here unless you’re well… Zeus.” Apollo grimaced and wondered why you were so upset. Little to your knowledge Poseidon saw Apollo approach you moments before and decided to lean against the wall out of sight to hear in what Apollo was trying to do.

“You’re way too beautiful for someone like Poseidon to treat you like this. No need to deny it, I know I’m right.” He could read minds?! Or was it obvious you were just too much of an admirer of Poseidon?

“It’s nothing, I’ll still serve Zeus wherever I’m needed.” You tried to hide the void that Poseidon left on you but Apollo knew you so well even though you barely knew him.

“Hmm, whatever. If you want to serve someone better, you know where to find me.” Apollo swiftly turned on his feet and left out of sight. You fell silent, even though his offer was up in the air. You didn’t want to leave Poseidon still. Why were you feeling such pain still?

You were about to leave the area and when you immediately turned around, the god of the seas stood in front of you unannounced. His eyes lingered over your form and he didn’t say anything. “You want to serve my nephew?” He spoke lowly and you looked down. You were trying to not feel afraid of him.

“N-No, not at all. I only serve you…” your lips quivered.

Poseidon stepped forward and only was mere inches from you. He loathed for what Apollo said but he didn’t take it to the heart. You were too beautiful for someone like him? Maybe you were beautiful, but you weren’t undeserving of him. He refused to believe that. He was going to have a talk with Apollo later.

“Come, I’ll prove Apollo wrong.” He turned away from you. You were nervous and confused. He didn’t look over his shoulder to look at you either. Prove him wrong?

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he frowned and a glint of hope sparked in your chest. You were happy that he didn’t want to let go of you yet.

Hades

Some monster had tried to kill you again in Helheim. You were mad and wanted to be left alone before you fought the serpent monster to the death. You were strong and Hades admired you for it which was why he was interested in you from the beginning and swayed you into being his wife later on, however, he didn’t like you venturing out without his knowledge. There are far tougher things to worry about than lowly entities that would attack you at any given time.

“What did I say? You’re supposed to tell me if you’re going to leave the castle. Don’t be foolish and reckless next time.” Hades was trying to calm himself but you frowned at his words.

“I am not hurt, why are you mad?” You defended yourself from what he was implying. Did he have any faith in you? He thinks you’d die to something so easy?

“That’s not the point.” He snapped his head at you before sitting back down on his chair.

“Fine, I’ll just be bored here with you then.” You huffed and went to sit alone in a corner. Hades was growing irritated by your stubbornness. He wasn’t restricting your freedom but some areas of Helheim were completely riddled with dangerous monsters.

“My work is not boring, you on the other hand can’t even follow simple orders. It’s just a miracle I keep you alive.” Hades rested his hand on his armrest while he raised his brow to see you reading something about devils. Hades wondered why you wanted to fight them so much. He’d prefer that you stayed away from them.

You were offended by what he said. He went from being a loving husband to ‘it’s a miracle I keep you alive?!’

“You keep me alive because you feel like it? Why don’t you actually kill me right here?” You walked over to him. You thought there was more to it. Why did he want you as his wife then? Another deity who had been in Helheim longer than him and was carefree?

“That is not what I meant!” He stood up as you cowered your head. You didn’t mean to anger him and he was one of the most feared gods to exist. However, this was the first time he had ever raised his tone at you.

It was unusual for any god to be in Helheim. You were one of the few gods that resided in the dark hell hole known as Helheim and learnt how to adapt to it, you chose it over Valhalla for other reasons. You liked how you got to do whatever you wanted, up until Hades took over, and you were surprised that someone had an interest in ruling the netherwold. You had introduced yourself as just another underworld goddess. You never called yourself queen but when he asked if you were the queen of the netherworld, you were taken back. You never thought yourself as one. No, he wanted to make you his queen since that day.

When you remember how Hades became your husband, it wasn’t ever supposed to be like that. He just appeared one day and took over the shit hole while you defended yourself and lived in survival mode. He was also the one who saved you from the Titans that raided Helheim which was how you met him. You owe your life to him and it felt impossible to say no to him to be his wife. You still gave him the love he wanted but was that enough?

You refused to make eye contact with him but walked towards you and pulled you in his arms. “Why did you— Why didn’t you kill me that day? Wouldn’t it have been easier than dealing with me?” You remember the day when the Titans broke into Helheim and he fought them off and saved you from being killed by them. He spared your life despite he didn’t have to.

“No. I saw the look in your eyes. You were afraid. You wanted to live. I haven’t seen such determination in someone’s eyes.” He brushed some of your hair back behind your ear.

“It worries me that I won’t be able to save you a second time. It would be a shame with how lonely it would be without you.” His arms wrapped around your body and you calmed yourself with him holding you.

You were no longer hurt and had accepted this was the love from the man who wanted you more than anything to stay by his side.

Note: that is all for now. Sorry Loki is written as a weird dude like usual. Weird is fun and I like weird broken characters. Dunno when I’ll do part 3. I want to get back to some other things and requests.

[lizzy-calaxio]

I wrote! For like! The first time in months! Have some new lizzy content, takes place in my primary timeline (thanks to @the-littlest-kojin for use of Shio, as well as tonal writing checking)

“A moment - Elizabeth, was it not?” Lizzy stops on her way out, “Yea?” “Are you aware that your aether has been... How to phrase this... Singed? Burned? It is curious. Different from other mortals.” Lizzy turns to face Suzaku, “I...don’t think I understand?” She continues, “Have you been in contact with some kind of fire-based entity?” Lizzy thinks, “I mean..Yea, a whole bunch...Ifrit for one.” Suzaku shakes her head, “You misunderstand. Not merely conflicted with; have any perhaps touched your aether directly?” Lizzy grows concerned, “Um….OH! There was Phoenix. I got resurrected during my fight with Bahamut.” Suzaku inclines her head gracefully, “That may be the cause, yes.”

She tilts her head in confusion, “For what reason do you keep it so contained?” Lizzy stares at her with a blank expression, “Uh….what?” She elaborates, “The aether inside of you - it is being kept locked up. If you were previously unaware, then mayhap I could teach you how to release it?” “Uhm, sure that would probably be a good idea, right?” Suzaku’s face brightens, “I have no doubt it will be of aid to you; If you were unaware of this spark, you were only utilizing a portion of your potential at most.” Lizzy moves away from the exit, towards Suzaku, “So, what kind of teaching is this?” Suzaku begins moving towards a room inside the cave, “Come, you shall see in due time. I am sure that a mortal of your prowess should not find it overly difficult.” Lizzy follows the deity into the other room, she spies various weaponry along one wall. She hesitantly starts, “Uh...Are...we going to be…?” and as she turns her head towards Suzaku, she narrowly dodges a fireball, “Whoa! Hey, what’s-?” Suzaku with a fierce gaze speaks as such, “Mortal! In order to bring forth your hidden aether, you must experience combat.” Lizzy draws her daggers out, but Suzaku shakes her head, “Attempt to cast a fireball at me.” Lizzy’s eyes widen, “Ah, uh...um…...I can’t.” Suzaku’s brow furrows, “Surely you must.” she punctuates it with another fireball towards Lizzy. Lizzy’s thoughts turn towards Sadu Dotharl, as she dodges fireball after fireball. The deity preventing Lizzy from getting close enough to use her daggers. She sheathes them, “Useless ass…” She continues dodging, much to the irritation of her opponent, “Strike back! You cannot continue to dodge forever.” Lizzy pivots on the most recent fireball, and attempts to catch it, the fire embraces her hands, causing a massive surge of pain, but she bears through it and feels the aether move into her arms. She uses the sensation to push it out, and a small fireball shoots out towards the assaulting deity. Lizzy stares at her hands in shock, “I...did it?” Suzaku waves off the feeble fireball, her expression of joy and happiness, “Indeed! Good, young mortal. Very good! Now, again.” she commands. Lizzy tries her best to feel the sensation again, firing out another small fireball.

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“Elizabeth, it appears we may have a familiar guest upon us.” “Suzy, why do you speak so stiffly?” Lizzy inquires. The nickname causes the reaction Lizzy expected, the deity blushed. Suzaku gasps, “My name is Suzaku, not ‘Suzy’. I simply speak in a manner that I am familiar with.” Lizzy smiles at her, “You should try adopting my speech sometime, I think you’d find it fun.” she snaps out of her teasing, “Oh, you mentioned a guest?” Suzaku nods, “A little Kojin.” Lizzy leaves the overly charred and burnt sparring room, and meets the small guest out in the main area. She seems timid and nervous at first, when Lizzy speaks, “Don’t worry, it’s just us and the auspices here. No scions.” She lets out a small sigh of relief, “How have things been, oh Lizzy-one?” Lizzy shows her clothes, mostly tattered, with various scorch marks, “Oh you know, the usual. How are things on your end, Shio?” “Just trying to hide out for a bit, from some associates.” Lizzy nods in understanding, when Suzaku enters the room in her humanoid form, causing Shio to stiffen in her posture. “Elizabeth, if you are intending to entertain our guest, perhaps we should get you properly dressed?” With a wave of the deity’s hand, Lizzy gets adorned by robes of orange and red. She moves to Lizzy’s side, and summons a staff of fire and feathers, that she hands to Lizzy. Lizzy examines the staff, it’s shape and warmth reminiscent of the deity. “It’s surprisingly warm!” Lizzy cringes at the obviousness in her statement, “I..I mean, thank you! I…” Lizzy finds herself blushing, before realizing that she’s also wearing new clothes, “OH! The outfit! It’s!” Suzaku chimes in, perhaps in an attempt to save Lizzy from further embarrassment, “Now, Elizabeth, I designed these garments to show everyone who you studied under. Who trained you. Now please, mortal, don’t bring shame to this outfit.” Lizzy looks at her earnestly, “I promise I’ll only do phenomenal and great deeds in your name. However, can I make a small request?” Suzaku tilts her head curiously, “Hm?” Lizzy gives a surprising beaming smile, “Please call me Lizzy.” The request takes the deity aback, she recomposes herself swiftly before responding, “As you wish, Lizzy.” Shio, seemingly still starstruck, fails to make a comment. Lizzy starts, “How are the turtles doing?” Shio snaps out of it, and smiles, “They’re great! You should visit again.” “I should, it’s been a bit…” Lizzy’s face grows with concern, “Are the scions…” as she trails off, she decides to switch gears, “If anyone gives you shit, just send them my way, ok?” Shio tries to gauge Lizzy’s intentions, but nods. They find themselves alone in the cave, and Shio takes the opportunity to ask a question on her mind, “Are you and Suzaku…?” Lizzy fills in the gap, “o-oh! Uh…” she shifts uneasily, “N-no...not uh, um...no.” Shio squints at Lizzy, unconvinced. Lizzy avoids her gaze, desperately wishing an auspice to appear. Shio squints harder. Lizzy begins to sweat a little, she tugs at the collar of her new robes, “It’s uh...a little hot in here...Isn’t it?” Shio, still squinting, responds, “Yes. It is a volcano after all.” Lizzy tries her best to continue avoiding the unyielding daggers that is the gaze of Shio of the Kojin of the Blue, “S-so, uh, you um. Have business here?” Shio ignores the question, “Elizabeth. Answer me one question. Are you fucking my deity?” As if on cue, Suzaku returns, “Elizabeth, is our guest going to be staying overlong? She may stay for tonights feast if she wishes.” Lizzy has never dreaded Suzaku using ‘Our’, yet now it stings. Shio must pick up on Lizzy’s unease, but breaks her squinting to politely answer the lingering deity, “Oh, I would love to spend the evening here!” “Marvelous!” Suzaku claps her hands, “Elizabeth, we have much training to do before our feast, so please come along.” Lizzy thanks her goddess for being taken away from the interrogation.

[eachainn]

Innocence

The graveside was crowded by people, the royal family surrounding the grave so thick that Suzaku couldn’t see where they were lowering the coffin in. He was back with the Rounds, as was his proper place. Suzaku supposed that it was supposed to bring him a sense of unity and comradery being among those of his station, but he hadn’t spent much time with all of the Rounds. Gino and Anya were the closest that he could consider friends. The rest of them were distant, busy with their own orders or on distant battlefields. They were all back now, their colors cast aside for the black and silver of the colors of mourning. Suzaku didn’t even know where his usual cloak was. He had thrown it somewhere in his quarters, wanting to chase away the memory of Lelouch wearing it around his room.

Suzaku squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Blocking it out didn’t help, he could still hear the careful intonation of the priest and the sounds of sobbing. He didn’t dare look to see who, because he guessed at the answer. Nearly all of the royal family was back for the funeral. It had been a parade of black from the imperial palace, all following the coffin that was carried far too lightly on the bearer’s shoulders both to and from the horse-drawn hearse.

There was no body.

Suzaku repressed a shudder, holding himself very carefully in place. There were times that he was glad to have been an Honorary Britannian in the Britannian military, and nothing more than an Eleven in the minds of most of them. He had gotten used to standing still without an expression on his face. He had gotten used to pushing it down for later, although more likely than not the later never came. There were always more pressing things.

He still curled his hands into fists, ignoring the glance that Gino shot his way.

There was no body. None of the searches that Clovis had done had found one. From everything that Clovis had stumbled through the day he had brought back the coffin and Julius, they had done everything that they could. They had postponed, even taking Julius to where it happened to see what they could find. According to the both of them, there had been a smear of blood and nothing more.

Suzaku took another deep breath, opening his eyes as the priest stopped talking and left him with the sounds of sniffling. Ahead, some of the royals shifted slightly, Suzaku getting a last glimpse of the coffin before it dropped out of his sight.

He jerked forward before he knew what he was doing, Suzaku catching himself a moment before Bismarck did. He swallowed as the man rested a hand on his shoulder. Suzaku ducked his head, swaying back into line. He saw a slight billow from where Gino was standing, sure that the man was about to reach out to him, but Suzaku was glad that he didn’t.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted, beyond the impossible.

He wanted to be away from all of this. To be back in the Aries Villa with things as they were. To turn around and see Lelouch heading his way with that small smile on his face meant only for him.

Impossible.

The gap in the crowd closed up, Suzaku dropping his gaze at the thump of dirt on the coffin. It was easier this way, to just listen to the sounds and let everything else fall away. It felt more detached that way, and it would make it easier in the end. Or, at least, easier for the moment. Everything else would come in stages. It always did.

His world narrowed to the thump of the dirt against the coffin until it was muffled, dirt falling on dirt. It meant that it was almost over, and he could go back, although to what he didn’t know. He still had his orders to stay with the family, but he wasn’t sure that he could do it, not with the grief that was hanging over the villa. But he had his orders, and he couldn’t back out of them. He would just have to grit his teeth and bear it.

Suzaku listened idly as the funeral wrapped up, perking up at the shuffle of feet before he gave up. He would wait until the Rounds moved before leaving, it was only right. Bismarck would want to say something, possibly to cheer them up and then Suzaku expected that he would be sent back to the villa. It was the sort of thing his superiors had done before.

He flicked his gaze up as the royal party started to shuffle away, Charles’ wives and Lelouch’s half-siblings were the first to leave. They headed out of the royal graveyard, back to the main road and the cars that were waiting for them. Charles himself remained at the grave, as did Lelouch’s immediate family.

Suzaku meant to look away, but his gaze drifted over the way they grouped together. As always, Charles was at a distance, C.C. the one to prop up Marianne. Marianne’s other side was occupied by Rolo, the boy holding onto his mother’s arm and Nunnally’s hand. It was hard to tell which of the three was holding tighter, although they all had a right to.

His gaze slid over to the last person standing apart from the group, his heart thudding painfully and, for a moment, he was fooled. Then Julius turned to look at him and the spell was broken.

Julius stared at him for a long time, an unreadable expression crossing his face before Julius turned away. Suzaku wasn’t surprised. He was used to the mixed emotions that were directed his way. He was in charge of security at the Aries Villa, but not Japan. Still, it would be hard to disconnect. It was hard to disconnect for him as well. He had been ordered to stay behind, but that didn’t stop him from feeling responsible.

Charles finally broke away, his motion a signal for the rest of the Rounds. They started to slip away one by one, a double line of black and silver trailing after him. Gino was one of the few that lingered, Suzaku bracing himself for Gino to make an attempt to say something, but the Knight of Three was shooed off by a simple motion from Bismarck.

The Knight of One stepped away before pausing, the man turning to look back at him. Bismarck Waldstein gave him a short nod before reaching out to pat Suzaku’s shoulder. “This pain may be like no other, but you did not fail in your duty. You cannot take the blame for this. You have conducted yourself with everything that can be expected from a Knight of the Rounds.”

Waldstein lifted his hand and walked away, Suzaku watching him go. Waldstein joined in the line of Knights, Suzaku watching as they disappeared out of the gate, leaving him on his own.

Suzaku swayed in place, looking between the gate and the family still at the graveside. He didn’t really belong with either group, so it was better that he stay in place.

He reached out to touch the edge of his cloak, playing with the silver along the cloak before curling his hands into it. This cloak suited him far better than the blue and gold one. Suzaku didn’t think he would be able to wear the blue one again, not with everything attached to it. Black suited him better. It was the color of death and mourning, the only two things he seemed capable of.

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Julius looked up from the carpet at the sound of footsteps, a shiver running up his spine. The sound was wrong, and it was impossible that he could have gotten back. The fall had been beyond what anyone could survive, and there had been the blood that he had seen staining the ripped and tattered tarps and the blood smeared over the ground. It hadn’t looked like Lelouch had managed to drag himself away, but maybe someone had carried the body away. Julius almost wished that he knew who had done it, because he would like to thank them. At least he wouldn’t have to explain away a body, because Lelouch was dead. He could feel it.

The footsteps got closer, Julius breathing out at the uneven pace of them. There was only one person who walked like that, but he hadn’t heard his mother’s limp that badly for years. He swallowed and turned to face her, watching as Marianne stumbled into the doorway. She leaned against it for a moment, staring into the room with wide eyes.

Julius turned to look at the suite, trying to figure out what his mother saw there. He and Lelouch had shared the suite once, but his brother had demanded that they separate. It was more his than Lelouch’s now, and Julius intended to keep it that way. He wanted no reminder of his brother, not when it came with everything else.

He took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts out of his head. He didn’t want to think about his brother or that Eleven. If they hadn’t…then he wouldn’t have had to kill his brother. It was Lelouch’s fault in the end.

Behind him, Marianne made a soft noise, Julius turning slightly to look at her. Marianne was clutching the front of her shirt, her eyes wide as she looked around the room. For a moment, she looked like she was going to fall over, Julius looking around for her cane or C.C. Neither were in evidence, which made him rush over.

He tucked himself under his mother’s arm, gasping when he took on her weight. Marianne leaned heavily against him, Julius wheezing. He glanced around his room, spotting the closest chair. Julius nodded to himself and started to shuffle over towards the chair. Marianne went easily, her attention on somewhere distant. The only time she seemed to wake up was when Julius started to lower her into the chair.

She dropped heavily into it, staring at the fireplace on the wall opposite. Julius watched her for a moment before stepping away from her and claiming the other chair. His groan while he sunk into it seemed to finally snap her out of whatever had stopped her cold.

Julius tipped his head, considering his mother for a moment while he tried to piece together what had caused her to be like this. He gave his room a quick glance before the realization sunk in. While he was busy worrying about getting discovered, she was mourning his brother. It was another layer of deception that he would have to remember to play this right. Still, it might not be too hard. There were plenty of times that he missed Lelouch, because he’d start a conversation and get nothing back. But it wasn’t enough to forget the anger and betrayal.

The two of them were close, far closer that anything than Lelouch and the Eleven had. Lelouch had no right to break that apart with his silly ideas. Lelouch had no right to cheat him of anything.

“Julius.” His mother spoke his name so softly that Julius almost missed it. He shifted in his seat to look at her, watching as Marianne rubbed at her bad leg. “I haven’t been an ideal mother, have I?”

Julius recoiled at the question, staring at her. “What do you mean?”

Marianne gave him a sad smile. “I’ve hardly done what was needed to look after you. I’ve let Nunnally rush around without a guard, let Rolo shrink into himself instead of getting help. And the two of you…I’ve held the two of you back.”

“Mother…”

“I can’t help but think if I had fought for you, this wouldn’t have happened. You two would have been treated like the rest of the princes. You could have had guards and been safe.”

Julius stared, wanting to shake her to get the mother he knew back. The Marianne he knew didn’t falter or admit mistakes. She was like their father in that. There was no weakness in her, Marianne made tough after so many years as a knight. This Marianne made him want to shy away. This was everything that Father had warned him to stay away from, because it could be used and twisted. This was weakness on display and the whole world could see it. And he had done it.

He curled his hands into fists, pushing away the guilt. It went easily, because he was sure that he was right. He had been right to take action against his brother, and he was right in this. Marianne was putting the family in danger with this display. Julius set his jaw, trying to control his expression. He didn’t want to have to protect his family and work on getting his own career going. He wanted to be able to go back into the EU without having to worry about everyone at home ruining everything. He might have been able to trust the Knight of Seven, if he wasn’t already ruined.

He sighed, relaxing his fingers as Marianne reached out for him. He watched as her fingers stroked over the back of his hand. It took only a moment for him to make up his mind. Julius reached out and rested a hand over hers.

The little bit of comfort seemed to be exactly what his mother needed. Marianne slumped in her chair. She squeezed his hand, holding it too tightly for his taste.

Marianne didn’t seem to notice. “I know it is a lot to ask, but can you stay? I know you want to get back to the EU and helping Schneizel but…I just…I buried another one of my children, right next to Clara. I want to know that you are all safe, especially you when you head out.”

It was on the tip of Julius’ tongue to refuse, because he couldn’t waste his time staying behind. This was more important than anything else. But it gave him the time for things that he needed. Having a knight and his own guard would be useful while in the EU, and this would give him the time to seek one out.

Julius looked away from their joined hands, staring at the doorway. His eyes widened as he watched the Knight of Seven ghost down the hall. It was strange to see him in black and silver instead of the blue and gold. It rankled him a bit, but it was to be expected. The empire was in mourning for his brother. It would be strange if he demanded it all change, strange and suspicious.

He shivered, but he didn’t look away as the knight glanced in. Sir Kururugi held his gaze as he walked by, Julius seeing something like light coming back into the knight’s eyes, but then he was walking away. Julius fought the urge to lean out to watch him. He was with his mother now, and he had to focus on that. Even still, it was hard to concentrate, because his action had brought unintentional openings.

Lelouch had died in a distant Area and his death was being covered by the entire empire. Julius hadn’t been able to turn the television on without seeing brother’s funeral being broadcast or talked about. Julius didn’t think that they would stop, not for a week. And that would put pressure on his father.

Knowing Charles, he would immediately react by making sure that all signs of weakness were gone. The empire could mourn, but he would protect their vulnerable underbelly. The Areas would be cracked down on, as they deserved and guards would be doubled around the family. But Charles’ rushing presented an opportunity.

If he and Schneizel were going out to the EU, then they needed more than Kanon and the handful of Schneizel’s aids. Considering that it was a war zone, it would make sense that they took a Knight of the Round. The choice was obvious.

Sir Kururugi was a fine knight, but his honor had been besmirched by Lelouch’s death. He needed something to regain that honor, and what better way to do that by beating back the enemies of the nation. Of course, his father might station Sir Kururugi in Area 11 to punish the Numbers who had dared raise a hand against the royal family. It might mean that he would have to go to Area 11, but Julius was willing, especially if it got him Sir Kururugi. His father wouldn’t be able to refuse him, not after what happened to Lelouch and not if he vowed to take revenge. As long as Area 11 was brought to heel, his father would consider it a job well done.

Charles would get his show of force done and Julius would get what he was due.

He shifted his hand to lift Marianne’s hand. He kissed his mother’s knuckles, flicking his gaze up to meet hers.

Marianne still looked like she was a moment away from falling apart, Julius just barely keeping his lip from curling in disgust. There was no time for weakness, but he would pretend at it. He would do anything to get what he wanted.

Julius cleared his throat, holding his mother’s hand. “I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”

She gave him a thankful smile and squeezed his hand. Julius waiting until Marianne went back to looking around the room, letting her look for any traces of Lelouch. He would just have to make sure that he got rid of them in the villa. Ridding the rest of the world of any sign of his brother would have to wait.

[kankuroplease]

what was the reaction of the husbands of your Ocs grils when they learned that they were pregnant (Au founders)don't forget Sho and Manda pls they are so cute 🥰

Pregnancy mentions under the cut 🤰

Butsuma (Asako’s husband)

He’s not overly excited about it, but he’s concerned. He’ll be stern about what she can and can’t do now that she’s carrying his child like she’ll listen

Tajima (Sumi’s husband)

He’s so ready for this, don’t play with his emotions, Sumi. A shaky “are you certain?” and he’s got the goofiest smile spreading across his face before he embraces her and tells her he can’t wait to meet their child

Kawarama (Okami’s husband)

Overjoyed! He’s peppering her with kisses and can’t even hide his excitement! Everyone is going to know he’s going to a father by the end of the week because he finds ways to just bring it up

Tobirama (Aori’s husband)

It’s a logical consequence of not exercising self restraint. He wasn’t jumping up and down, but he felt accomplished on the inside giving his wife something she’s always wanted. He’s adding food from his plate to hers from then onwards to keep her and the baby well fed

Itama (Gou’s Husband)

He’s relieved. Gou’s been sick, and now this all makes sense. They’re going to have a baby! He is happy and a little nervous about it, but he knows he can ask his brothers about what to do next.

Madara (Katsura’s husband)

“I suspected as much” he’s smug about it because he knew she was pregnant before she did. He’s getting an heir, so he’s satisfied

Kagami (miu’s husband)

He’s confused. He thought pregnancy was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but Miu is crying and blaming him for impregnating her? It takes a few days for the news to truly settle in, but he’s excited for this new adventure and will talk Miu down from her dramatic edge she’s not her grandmother, he’s not letting her go on missions pregnant. Sorry, dear

Rei (Sora’s Husband)

Scared and guilty feeling. Sora’s the one good thing that’s happened to him and if he lost her he’d be a wreck. It’s his fault not really, she wanted to start a family and he’s going to make sure she stays happy and healthy

Sakumo (Kōmori’s husband)

He’s caught off guard by her stating she has been sensing a a faint chakra growing in her over dinner. It takes a second to realize what she meant, but he’s happy. Happy enough to cry and kisses her sweetly

Suzaku (Erika and Aja’s husband)

He’s happy at first! Erika was the first to announce her pregnancy, which made Aja a bit sad as they’d planned to be pregnant together. Then he’s stressing. It wouldn’t matter to him if Aja was unable to carry children, but it mattered to her. So the relief he (and Erika) felt when it actually happened a few months later for Aja was enough for him to laugh. Two pregnant wives under one roof is stress he welcomes if they’re happy.

Orochimaru (Tora’s situationship)

Didn’t find out he was father until the child was a toddler. He found it to be an interesting development coming from Tora

Manda (Sho’s husband)

He’s a little embarrassed. It means everyone knows they’ve been having unprotected sex 💀 But he’s really happy! Building a family with Sho is beyond his wildest dreams.

[kankuroplease]

Is suzaki in a poly relationship with two women? Cause that would give major tengen uzui vibes and I’d live for that 🫠

Suzaku wishes he was as flashy as Tengen, he’s more like Tanjiro in personality lol

But he does have two wives (his wives are also together) and his family really didn’t see that development coming from HIM 😆

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Can you please write a continuation of the prompt where Lelouch and Julius are twins and they both have a crush on Suzaku? Thank you! 😄

The twin prompt.

Julius tugged at the cravat around his neck, trying to loosen it without removing the pin. He didn’t want to remove it entirely, not when he was sure that Nunnally would take advantage him being home for the first time in months.

He couldn’t blame her, not when matters in the Euro-Britannia had taken his full attention. Things had barely gotten better when Schneizel had gone to the EU to try and work from that side. If nothing else happened, then things would move organically from there, which meant that he could look forward to a few months at home with his mother, brothers and sister, which he desperately needed.

Julius sighed and pulled his jacket off, tucking it over his arm. What he desperately wanted to do was go to his room and sleep for the next few days, but he couldn’t disappoint Nunnally or Rolo. After all, it wouldn’t be too strenuous to sit in Nunnally’s pony cart while they drove around the park at the back of the Aries Villa, not if it was like their usual outings. The most strenuous thing that he would have to do would be to carry the picnic basket down to the lakeside. Once there, no one would blame him if he napped, Nunnally might even get away with it. He would have to watch out for C.C. It would be just like the woman to poke him awake at every opportunity.

He shuddered and shook his head. Hopefully his mother would be able to keep C.C. at bay, if just for a few hours. He needed them, whether they were in sleep or in quiet. Anything to chase away all the offers and counteroffers that had been swirling around in his head for the past few months.

He reached up to rub at the bridge of his nose, breathing in and out slowly.

It was easier to just focus on one thing at a time. First, he had to drag his twin away from whatever book Lelouch had lost himself in and then he could spend the rest of the afternoon at the lake with his family.

Julius turned the corner to where their rooms were. He swayed towards his room before shaking his head. That could wait until later, maybe after he found out about whatever celebration was happening in Pendragon. Julius was sure that someone was celebrating something, Charles’ wives always seemed to be looking for an excuse for a ball. At least he had an excuse to duck out of it, and no one would be able to argue with him about it. 

He sighed, slowing down at his brother’s door. He stared at it before shaking his head and opening the door. Lelouch wouldn’t have heard him knock anyway and he didn’t have the patience to stand outside of his room pounding on the door. He could ask Lelouch’s forgiveness when he remembered later.

The sight of the first room in the suite brought him up short. Lelouch had always kept things in order, save for the few times he was deep in research. But even then the books were in neat stacks and clothes were never part of the equation.

Julius stepped over to one of the couches, picking up a jacket and shaking his head. Unless Lelouch had a full schedule - something that he doubted completely - there was no reason for this.

He tossed the jacket back on the couch, intending to check his brother’s study. If Lelouch wasn’t as put together as he usually was, then he would be there.

Julius heading down the narrow hallway to the more private rooms of the suite, stopping when he noticed that the door to Lelouch’s bedroom was slightly ajar. Julius would have waved it off as Lelouch rushing off to something else if not for the low voices that he could hear coming from inside. He hesitated, about to turn around and give his brother privacy but he was too curious to let this slide.

Lelouch never allowed anyone back to this part of his suite. Julius had been chased out many times, but he had been amused then. They had lived in each other’s pockets for so long that any attempts to separate the two of them was laughable, and yet Lelouch was still trying it.

Julius frowned and stepped close to the door, making sure to keep himself back away from the opening. He didn’t want to get spotted, at least until he figured out what was going on.

The voices continued on, the two people speaking too low for Julius to pick out what they were saying. He curled his fingers into the fabric of his jacket before making up his mind.

He inched closer to the opening, pausing a moment to make sure that neither of them had heard him before peaking into the room.

The bedroom was dark, save for where one curtain had been pulled away from the window. Someone stood in front of it, the light coming it making it hard for Julius to pick out their face. He narrowed his eyes, flinching back when the person pushed open the other curtain.

The motion flooded the room with light, Julius hearing a groan from the bed. He peeked around the door again, watching as a lump under the blankets shifted. 

The man by the window laughed, saying something in Japanese that got an immediate response from the person in the bed. Julius didn’t know any Japanese, he’d never taken the time to learn it. Chasing after the Knight of Seven was one thing, but that was too much, especially with all the work that he had been doing to prepare for going to Euro-Britannia. Besides, Lelouch had somehow managed to learn the language before he had, and he didn’t want to be seen as copying his brother. But he wished he had, because that would make figuring out what was going on so much easier.

The man by the window turned, Julius’ stomach twisting when he recognized Suzaku. The man was smiling and leaning back against the window frame, seemingly comfortable standing in Lelouch’s presence shirtless.

Julius stared at the expanse of skin pulled tight over muscles, his enjoyment of the sight cut short when his brother finally stirred from the bed.

Lelouch grumbled and threw the covers back, groping around on the bed for something before wrapping it around him. 

If there had ever been any innocent excuses for Sir Suzaku Kururugi to be shirtless in Lelouch’s bedroom, all chances of using them died when Lelouch slid out of bed wearing the blue and gold coat of the Knight of Seven and nothing else.

Julius’ breath caught in his throat, unable to do anything but stare as Lelouch made his way over to Suzaku.

It looked surprisingly natural for Lelouch to tuck himself against Suzaku’s side, the knight draping an arm over his shoulders. Even then they seemed to want to get closer, the two of them leaning into each other. They continued to speak to each other in Japanese, the words lost to Julius but he didn’t need to know what they were saying. It was clear from the way they were acting, from the soft smile on Lelouch’s face and in the way that Suzaku gently tipped his twin brother’s chin up to kiss Lelouch.

Their kiss was enough to start Julius out of his shock. 

He took a step back from the door, nearly falling over as his knees gave out. Julius reached up to brace himself against the wall, not caring that it probably made a noise. Some part of him didn’t care if Lelouch and Suzaku heard him, because some part of it wanted Lelouch to know that he had seen.

Then again, he didn’t want Lelouch to know he had, because he didn’t want to give Lelouch that victory.

Everything about their contest had been fair, with rules that neither of them had discussed, but Julius had thought that Lelouch had known them. Even if it was just like them to use underhanded methods, Lelouch should have told him. After all, they had talked briefly in the spare moments that Julius had carved out and the subject had never come up.

Even if Lelouch had cheated, Julius had deserved that.

He looked up, some part of him sure that he was just seeing things, but Lelouch and Suzaku were still leaning against the window sill, wrapped up in each other.

Julius gritted his teeth and pushed away from the wall, storming away from the room. 

If Lelouch wanted to stay in the room with the Eleven knight, then it was fine by him. Lelouch could keep is ill-gotten prize, but Julius would be sure to tell everyone just what Lelouch was doing.

He grinned to himself as he stepped out of Lelouch’s room, letting the door slam behind him. Julius didn’t linger to see what Lelouch’s reaction would be, there were more important things to do.

Lelouch may have won this round, but Julius was going to make sure that his brother didn’t get the chance to enjoy his victory or his prize.