#empress au

[sea-lanterns]

talking about empress au w/ the natlan girls, would mavuika just. grab empress!reader on a 'little' joyride on her motorcycle? ("woahh what is this technology.?? i've never seen such a vehicle before :O")cue the rest of the courtesans freaking it and/or trying to catch us 💀🙏

It’d be so cute to see the Empress fawn over such technology in Natlan, as she’s never seen a vehicle as advanced as Mavu’s motorcycle. When Mavuika sees just how curious the Empress is, she smirks and grabs her by the waist, plopping her on the back of her ride and being like “you wanna take this baby on a spin?” and sweet Empress who’s so naive just nods enthusiastically.

Almost like a scene in a romcom, Mavuika revs her ride in front of all the other consorts, causing them to panic because did Mavuika’s vehicle just roar at them? What is this? All of them are afraid that Mavuika just strapped you to some mechanical beast, and they all desperately try to chase you while Mavuika laughs and speeds away. I mean, at this point the Empress is used to being kidnapped. Only this time she’s being hoisted away by the “bad girl” of her dreams. Oh the Empress is swooning so hard 🩷

She needs to have Mavuika’s redhead babies.

[genshindsau]

Summary: Even after over a year of marriage, you and Diluc have yet to share an intimate night together. He knows that you have experience but he cant help the uncertainty he feels about himself. After gathering the courage, he managed to talk to you and now that he is in bed with you, he's shocked at how well you treat him.

CW: implied reverse harem, empress!reader, consort!au, sub!diluc, bottom Diluc, top!reader, oral (character recieving), soft!reader, virgin Diluc, Oral, hesitation, first time, handjob, spit, insecurity, diluc cumming embarrassingly easily after seeing reader's eyes. Its not a heavy/intense smut. Aftercare is implied. One mention of diluc get his palms hit during his childhood, mentions of masturbation.

From his position, Diluc felt the air leave his lungs. Having your own form above his, he could feel his heart in his throat and was afraid that you could hear it as well. This was what he wanted and yet he couldn't help the nerves that have been slowly building up inside of him since he prepared himself to talk to you all those days ago.

The two of you have been married for over a year now (closing in on your second year) and while things have definitely gotten better, intimacy has been reduced only to nightly embraced where you were gone in the morning or a stroke on his head throughout the day. At first it didn't bother him. He was fine with the positive acknowledgements and soft touches. They were more than enough to keep him happy and placated.

He couldn't help but remember the horror stories he has heard about how wives treat their husbands in bed. Sexual pleasure was never a priority to him. Sure, he got the basic education and how to best please his wife, but he was refrained from learning about anything else. Best to leave it to your wife to teach you what she wants, he remembers his mother telling him after he came home from one of his lessons.

He vaguely remembered get his palms hit with a ruler when he was younger after he tried masturbating for the first time. After that, he was basically told to never do that again and he left it as that. His need to please those around him winning over the momentary pleasure.

It wasn't until a few months ago that he felt an almost unfamiliar swirling in his stomach. Whenever a praise would slip past your lips or when one of your hand's would rest on his waist, his body would feel hot. He was far from stupid and knew why his body was acting up in your presence. However, just because he could acknowledge the changes in his body does not mean he was willing to approach this subject with you - at least not yet.

He knew that you were experienced. He has heard Tartaglia basically brag about his time with you. He has even heard the two of you through the walls a few times. It was never on purpose and he always got so flustered that he would run away the second he realized what was going on. He suspected you've also spent the night with Zhongli as well. However, with this knowledge it just increased his apprehension of broaching this subject with you. What can he really offer you? He knows the basics but is just laying there and being obedient going to offer you any real release?

With these thoughts in mind, he kept pushing back talking to you about this. It went on for weeks until almost a month has passed. It wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was the he knew that you were onto him. He wasn't exactly subtle with his lingering looks and the blush that would blossom on his face whenever he was lost in thought.

Thinking back to all the courage he had to build to talk to you, he couldn't bring himself to regret it - not as he felt himself shivering underneath you.

You had already disrobed him, chest bare and all he was left in were his cotton boxers which were getting increasing tighter. The contrast to you still being fully clothed above him left his mind slipping into a mindset he's not used to. You've always had power over him but with the two of you in this position, this fact became even more apparent and he can't say he disliked it.

Despite wanting this, he couldn't find it to allow himself to truly relax and enjoy what was about to happen. He needed to remain looking presentable, he needed to make sure he was desirable enough for you, he needed to make sure he sounded right, all of these thoughts kept him tense underneath you.

Your lips brushed against his own, so soft he barely felt it but you didn't pull away. You were giving him time to get comfortable with all of these new sensations. He lifted his head up, trying to chase after your lips and feel them more firmly against his own. It was an unconscious move and before he could regret it your warm palm came to cup his neck. You tilted his head back, angling him so that your lips could move against each other and rubbed your thumb against the skin of his jaw, trying to get him to relax more.

Diluc let out a sigh at the gentle touch, his shoulders and neck slowly untensing. Even with his mouth parted now, you didn't disconnect your lips from his. The wet feeling of your tongue running across his lower lips left him disorientated.

"mhh -" his own tongue peaked out, brushing against yours. You took this chance to run yours over his. His movements were clumsy but you hardly seemed to care as you surged forward, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He tried to follow your movement but was soon lost in your taste. He vaguely recognized the taste of peppermint and something spicy but it was a taste that was so pointedly you that it sent a wave of comfort through him.

Pulling away from him, there was a string of saliva between the two of you and he thought that, in a way, it was keeping your lips and body connected in a different way.

He heaved a breath as he stared at you. Your hand moved away from his jaw and he could barely suppress the whine that left him but he was quickly placated as you pushed the red strands away from his forehead. Your fingers trailed down the side of his face and he squirmed at the ticklish feeling.

He was cute, you thought as you watched him squirm under your touch. Even with the flushed face, spit-slicked lips, lust filled eyes, and body on almost full display, you couldn't help but appreciate the view in a more wholesome sense.

While the kiss had him relaxing underneath you, you knew that it wasn't enough, not yet.

Your lips connected once again before quickly moving to his cheek, jaw, then his neck. His breath hitched and under your ministrations you could feel his Adam's apple shift. He angled his head back and his hands came to clutch at the clothing at your side, pulling them taunt against you. The softness of your tongue followed by the slight pain of you biting down caused his body to tremble.

"hah - your highness," he called out, not actually wanting anything but it still slipped past his lips.

You hummed against his collarbone before pulling back and teasingly blowing cool air on the slick trail you left. Goosebump crept onto his body at the feeling.

"Doing okay?" The hand that was not holding your body weight above him rested on his waist, squeezing lightly for good measure.

He stilled underneath you, his head becoming more muddled by the second.

"ye-yeah." It was a soft whisper that left his lips.

With his permission, you reattached your lips to his collarbone before trailing down. After leaving more than enough marks on his collarbone you moved further down. As you got to his chest, his heart felt like it was going to leap out. To ease him into it, you ran your free hand across one of his pecks, your finger lightly grazing his nipple. He shifted underneath you but remained relatively quiet. On his other peck, you brushed your lips against his nipple, causing him to gasp out, his chest jerking up against you.

You brushed your lips over it a few times, feeling it pebble underneath you before you licked a broad strip over it with your tongue. The hand that was playing with the other side of his chest, lightly rolled his nipple between two of your fingers.

This was the first time he felt the wetness of your tongue over his chest. When you guys kissed before, you would run your hands over his chest but you never paid special attention like you were now and it was quickly becoming overwhelming. He bit down on his lips, one hand coming to rest over his mouth as his back remained arched.

Swirling your tongue over one you couldn't help but tug on it which got an immediate response from Diluc.

His hands left his mouth to grasp at your shoulder. He curled his fingers into your clothing, his nails digging into the cotton.

"hurts" he gasped out. It was painful but not unbearably so. He was just shocked and all the new feeling left him sensitive. You murmured an apology and soothingly ran your tongue over it before pressing one last kiss to his nipple. Instead of trailing down more you just switch to the other side of his chest and lavished it with the same amount of attention.

When you finally left his chest and went to move further South you felt him tense again, his stomach clenching underneath you. He had originally kept his gaze on the ceiling above him, scared he would lose all composure if he watched you suck and kiss all over his body.

You could sense some apprehension in his eyes and paused your movements. You sat back onto your heels between his legs and stared at him, your head angled to the side. You seemed to be assessing him. "If you're not comfortable, don't push yourself. It'll make this a bad experience for both of us."

Diluc bit his inner cheek, a bad habit he had. "I'm not uncomfortable per say. It's just.." he trailed off. He was embarrassed. Ashamed. Why couldn't he just lay still and let you do what you want. Tears formed at his waterline and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Just what?" Your hand move to cup his cheek, your thumb caressing the skin underneath his closed eyes.

"Nothing," he shook his head, mentally berating himself. "Just continue." He was the one who came to you for this, he had asked to experience this with you. It wouldn't be fair if he were to back out. Especially after seeing the obvious arousal straining against the front of your pants.

"No." You were stern as you address him. "Whatever you're thinking say it."

You could read Diluc very well and before he forced his own feelings away, you cut him off. "If you don't tell me, I will stop."

He felt a stirring in his stomach when he thought about you stopping and he knew that he did not want you too.

"I wish to continue this with you. I liked what you were previously doing but once you started going down, I got anxious." You did not rush him as he gathered his thoughts, your hands moving away from his face to caress the skin on his waist. "What if I do something wrong? What if I don't please you?"

"Why are you worrying about all of these what if's? It's your first time, expecting it to be perfect is unreasonable." You lips then morphed into a smirk. "Now, if your worried about not pleasing me I can assure you that is not something you have to worry about." You pushed your own arousal into his, grinding down on him which caused him to gasp out and his hips jerked against you. "See?"

You leaned back over him, your arms braced on the side of his head. "If you don't want me going further that's fine but personally speaking I'm really looking forward to tasting you."

Diluc twitched underneath you, his cock twitching in his boxers. "Still, I should be the one tast - pleasuring you." You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, an action you don't think you've ever seen him do before.

"If you want you can do that another time." He flushed at your words, at the insinuation that you guys were going to do this again even if he doesn't perform well. "But for now let me pleasure you." Your fingers played with the waist-band of his boxers, gently pulling them off of his hips as you kept your eyes on his face.

Diluc's face lost the majority of it's apprehension as he took in your words. Your face was now level with his navel and he sucked in a breath as your lips brushed against his skin. His stomach jumped as you took the skin between your teeth and lavished over it with your tongue.

"hahh - y/n, wa-wait," He couldn't contain the sounds that escaped him as he felt a wet softness brush against his length. His upper body jerked off the bed as he sat up. He was expecting the slight coarseness from your hands that he has become accustomed to feeling, what he wasn't expecting was to feel your lips of all things brush against his cock. "Its..." he tried to speak between his stuttering breaths. "its dirty."

You hummed against him, not pulling your lips away from him, one of your hands traveled up his chest and pushed him back against the bed. "It's not dirty."

Instead of waiting for him to reply, your tongue licked his slit, making sure to collect the pre-cum weeping out of the small opening. His hands scratched at the bedsheets underneath him, pulling it taunt. "See," you pulled away from him, sticking out your tongue to show him as you swallowed down some of his wetness.

The view of you tasting him and swallowing down his release left him dizzy with unknown pleasure. He thought you would be repulsed but instead you seemed to relish in his taste, opting to quickly put your lips back around the head of his cock. Swiping your tongue along his head, you lowered your head, taking more of him down your throat until the head of his cock brushed against the back of your throat.

His back arched off the bed, hips pushing further into the bed. Your one hand that remained on his chest went to circle around his nipple and tug it between your fingers. Small gasps and moans left Diluc, his body unused to this type of stimulation which left him wriggling underneath you. The wetness of your saliva and the tightness of your throat left him barreling towards his release embarrassingly fast.

"Y/n... i-i," As he was whimpering out your name, you felt him twitch in your mouth and eased off of him, not wanting him to cum just yet. His body relaxed underneath you as the pleasure ebbed away. You pressed wet kisses against his thighs, your hands reaching down to rub at his thighs that were shaking.

"Feels good?" The smile on your lips indicating that you already knew the answer.

Puffs of breath left him. "overwhelming, but good."

"If you thought that was overwhelming wait until I get to here." Your finger traced his puffy rim. A yelp left his lips as you prodded him with one finger. His hand gripped your wrist, not stopping it but just holding it, anchoring himself. You gave him a second before pushing in one finger until you were knuckle deep inside of him.

Diluc squirmed from his spot, his hips arching into the one finger. Soft moans left him at the new intrusion. He felt the movement so distinctly inside of him yet it felt so far away from him. It felt good, but it wasn't exactly pleasurable.

He twitched around your finger as you pulled it out. "huh, why'd you - hngg!" The wetness of your tongue against his rim felt much different than it did on his cock. His body jerked up at the new feeling, aching to either get rid of it or get more of it - he wasn't sure.

Licking around his reddened rim, you inched a little bit of your tongue inside of him, feeling around before retreating once more. His hands jerked towards your head, an unconscious action that had him recoiling almost immediately.

"Sorry," he gasped out, his head thrown back as you continued your ministrations.

Pulling back only slightly, "s'okay." Your breath hit the wet area and caused him to shiver. "do what feels comfortable." You lick a broad strip against his rim and left a soft kiss before traveling up to his perinium. Continuing your path, you also lavished some attention on his balls which you felt constricting underneath your attention.

You took note as Diluc struggled underneath you, all these feelings new and most likely overwhelming for him. Yet the sounds that left him and his throbbing cock portrayed that he was enjoying everything you were doing. You licked a trail up his cock and that was when his hands went back to your head. He didn't tug at your hair or push your head. Instead opting to just keep his hands there.

You cleaned up the small pool of pre-cum and took delight in feeling his stomach twitch underneath you.

Diluc was caught off guard when he felt your lips back on his. He couldn't help but to scrunch up his face as he tasted himself on you. You must have noticed because you laughed a little against his lips.

"What? Doesn't taste good?"

His face reddened even further and he wanted to curl into himself. If he was another person he probably would have shoved you off of him but all he could do was stumble over his words.

"it's not - i mean - how can you.." he trailed off. "I just don't understand how you think it isn't gross." He sounded so docile and confused when he asked and you felt an ache in your chest.

"Regardless of what you've been told, I don't think it's disgusting." You pressed another kiss on his lips. "And your married to me now which means my word comes first, not anyone else." Your lips moved to his cheek, pressing a soft kiss there.

What he didn't notice was your hand creeping back towards his entrance. He gasped, his lips brushing against your own cheek and his eyes squeezed shut as you eased two of your fingers into him.

He squeezed down on your fingers, his stomach tightening up. There was a slight stretch but Diluc didn't feel any pain. He heard the soft murmurs leaving you, telling him to relax and trying to get him more comfortable. Your lips were caressing the skin on his neck, lavishing him with more marks.

The thought of them being visible tomorrow and others knowing what the two of you did caused his body to heat up. He spasmed around your fingers and you took the initiative to curl your two fingers.

Your fingers explored him, opting to curl inside of him and stretch him out. Diluc took some time before he finally got more comfortable with the new sensation, his body relaxing. Feeling inside of him, you managed to graze against that one soft and spongy spot that you were looking for. The pads of your fingers brushed against it, applying just the lightest pressure -

" - Ahh, ngg," he choked on his own spit, his body thrashing in your grasp. The sensations before were nothing compared to what he just felt. It was all encompassing. The pleasure swelling not in just his lower region but all over his body. Hips jerking up, his cock bobbed against his stomach as a little more pre-cum left him.

Hips grinding down against your fingers, you were barely doing anything, all the movement coming from his wriggling body which pushed your fingers deeper into him. The stretching of his rim and the gentle stimulation of your fingers left him teetering right on the edge. You gently pulled your fingers back, leaving his prostate alone before inserting one more finger.

Not thinking that he could handle more than one orgasm you did not want to rush him towards his end. You still wanted to be able to feel him spasm around your cock rather than your fingers.

You doubled your focus on stretching him out until you deemed him ready. With the withdrawal of your fingers, you lifted his legs, placing his knees over your elbows so that you had a better view. Diluc let out small sounds as you maneuvered him, his face flushing but he didn't try to object to the new position. You watched as his hole clenched around nothing, swallowing down the drool that wanted to leave you at this display.

His body heated up underneath your stare. Even with your eyes covered, he could feel the intensity of your gaze. He took a shaky breath, embarrassment once more encompassing his body.

"Are - " he coughed, clearing his voice. "are you just going to stare?"

A small sound of amusement left you. "Sorry." You're really not. "If hard not to stare at such beauty."

"I - you," stammering over his words he angled his head away, unable to look at you as you uttered such salacious words.

The presence of your own cock pressed up against his rim left him breathless. It wasn't until one of your empty hands rubbed over his thighs and stomach. "I need you to breathe for me." His mouth dropped open as he exhale, his tongue peaking out, wetting his bottom lip.

With the first shift of your hips, you kept your other hand near the head of your own cock, gently trying to ease it into him. As the head entered him, he tightened up around you, preventing you from pushing further into him.

A sigh left your mouth. It wasn't meant to be condensing or a sigh of disappointment but you could tell Diluc was getting lost in his head and preventing this from being a pleasurable moment. Diluc on the other hand winced, not from pain but from hearing the sigh that left you.

"Sweet boy, I need you to relax." Your hands ran down his sides, digging into the tense muscle.

Your lips caught his, redirecting his focus. "Just focus on me."

You took some time, letting him relax into the kiss before inching your hips forward. He gasped against your mouth as you were able to the tip of your cock full inside him with a small pop.

A groan left your lips as his warmth encompassed you, squeezing around your cock. The wisp of breath brushed against the skin of his neck. One of your hands left him and moved his arms to wrap around your shoulder.

With the sensation of you being inside of him for the first time, he didn't hesitate to tighten his grip around you, clinging to the comfort of your body.

"f' - ngg - ull," he stammered against your skin as he was stretched out around you.

"Hmm?" You put some space between your chests so that you could look at his face.

"feels, ahh, full." His nailed dug into the skin of your shoulder, hips grinding against you. You managed to get about half of yourself inside of him before you had to pause. Inching back out of him, you thrusted in, making sure to give him a little more of yourself each time.

His nails dug into the skin of your shoulder but you hardly registered the pain. You shifted you weight, enabling you to grab onto his thighs and move them so that they were wrapped around you. This movement allowed you to sink deeper into him.

"y/n - fuckk - mghh." He couldn't help the curse that left him. The new position causing you to hit spots inside of him that left him trembling with pleasure.

"Cursing are we?" you couldn't help but to tease him. "You must really feel good."

Panting against you he couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed. "Ye-eah," he squeezed around you, electing a groan from you. "its good."

Taking in the view of Diluc laying beneath you, you inwardly cursed at the cotton covering your eyes. With his red-hair spilled underneath him and flushed face you wanted to be able to take him in without anything of him being hidden.

"Fuck this," You roughly ripped the own cloth off of your eyes and threw it somewhere across the room. You maneuvered Diluc and was able to thrust in the rest of your cock. He lurched underneath you, hands scrambling to anchor himself as his walls stretched to accommodate you.

"huhhn" before he could question you he felt the air being punched out of him as you pulled back and sharply thrust into him. Your cock managed to graze against the same spongy spot but instead of only applying the barest amount of pressure like you did with your fingers, you shifted your hips, aiming them to hit that one special spot inside of him.

With you battering his prostate, his eyes had squeezed shut, lost in the intense feelings. His body freely jerked underneath you, moving with each of your harsh thrusts.

You changed your position, grabbing one of his legs and throwing it over your shoulder. "This pos - hahh," He tightened around you as he felt the stretch in his muscles. You opted to slow down and deepen your thrusts so they reach further into him. With the new movement, his eyes snapped open. As he made eye contact with you, he was flustered at the sudden hot, white pleasure that shot through him.

He had only seen your eyes a few times but with the onslaught of pleasure and then the shock of seeing your own lust-filled eyes caused him to convulse underneath you. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his hips jerked upwards, emptying himself on his stomach.

You thrusted a few more times making sure to ride him through what was definitely an intense orgasm. He was shaking underneath you, eyes glazed over with drool creeping out of the side of his lips. You brushed back his sweat-soaked hair and gently took his leg off of your shoulder. You applied light pressure to the muscle of his thigh as you placed it back onto the bed.

As you went to pull out of him, he seemed to come back to himself a little. His hands moved from around your shoulders and down to your waist. "What -" he licked his chapped lips. "What about you?"

"Its fine sweetheart," his heart pounded at the nickname. "Don't push yourself." With that you pulled out of him and he couldn't help the soft sounds that slipped past his lips. You couldn't help but gaze at his used rim which was stretched and gaping due to the emptiness.

You sat back on your knees and despite the soreness in his body, Diluc pushed himself up on shaky arms. It didn't feel right to him. Leaving you without having any real pleasure. Just one look down and he could tell you were still pent up.

"Wait," his hands clung onto you, desperate. "I can go on. You can keep using me. You," He stumbled over his words. "You need to, you need to come." He struggled to get out what he wanted to say.

You grasped his arms which were clinging onto you. "Diluc," you tried to keep your voice soft. "You're still shaking. Its your first time, I don't want to do anything to overwhelm you."

"But -" he gazed down at your cock which still stood prominently between your legs. You followed his gaze and shook your head. Grasping his chin between your fingers you directed his attention back towards you. "It's alright. Give it a few minutes." You ran you thumb over his bottom lip, an act of comfort, before letting go.

The conflict on his face was obvious. He gnawed on his lower lip, his eyes downcast. In a movement of spontaneity that surprised the both of you, Diluc moved his hands to rest on your body, closer to your groin than anything else. He still refrained from directly touching you, despite the desire to do so.

"Just... let me do this. For you." Pleading to you, his fingers hesitantly drummed against your skin.

You couldn't help the small groan that left you. You were trying to restrain yourself, not wanting to push him but with him pleading so sweetly towards you.

A handjob is the safest option, you muse. It wouldn't push him to do something he's uncomfortable with and it will probably be the quickest way to get him to rest so that you can get him cleaned.

You let out a sigh and relented. "Very well."

He perked up at the agreement. His hands remained at their spot before you grabbed one of his hands and took it off of your body. You moved it so that it was in front of his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed down at the hands.

"A dry hand is uncomfortable," he nodded as he took in your words.

"You want me to.." he trailed off, embarrassment building up.

Your lips quirked up. "After everything we've just done, don't tell me you're embarrassed of a little spit."

He hesitate for only a moment before puckering his lips, the saliva pooled on his tongue and in his mouth before he ducked his head, avoiding eye contact before transferring it to his palm which you held firm in front of him.

"There you go," you cooed, your free hand pushing hair behind his ear, trying to make him more comfortable.

Guiding his hand, you then placed it on your own cock. Your gasp at the touch was quickly followed by Diluc's own gasp as he felt you pulse underneath his own palm. You let go off his hand, opting to lean back on your palms while he worked on figuring out what to do.

He hesitantly curled his hands around you, not applying much pressure. With very small movements, he jerked his hands up around your length.

He continued with delicate movements as his gaze flickered between his hand grasping your cock and your facial expressions. Their was obvious hesitation and you would be lying if you said his small movements weren't more frustrating rather than pleasurable.

Wrapping one hand around his, you tightened your grip, therefore tightening his own. "You don't have to be so delicate." You guided him with your own movements, showing him how you wanted him to move.

You curled his hands, making sure it twisted around your length as your hands moved up and down, causing his hand underneath yours to do the same thing. You lips was pulled between your teeth and you removed your hands from his.

He tried to replicate the movements you were just doing, imagining your hands still clasped over his and maneuvering it to your liking. As he twisted his wrist around the tip of you cock, your breath got caught in your throat. He watched as your own head tipped back a little bit and his eyes followed the movement of your throat at you swallowed back spit.

"That's good." It was barely a whisper but he still couldn't help the pride and happiness that swelled inside of him as he saw you visibly affected by him. "squeeze a bit tighter," he followed whatever instructions you gave him, flushing every time you praised him.

He couldn't help it when he swiped his thumb over your head, feeling your own pre-cum. the thought of bringing his thumb up to his mouth shocked him but he couldn't help the thrill of excitement at that thought. The only thing that brought him out of that thought was the thrusting of your hips up into his hands. "Just keep doing that." He focused his attention back on the top of your cock, taking note on how that seems to be more sensitive than anywhere else.

"Go faster." He sped up and watched as you came, your own essence covering his hand as a low moan left your lips.

Without realizing he brought his hand up to his mouth, his tongue poking out to taste your essence. Even as the taste of you flooded his mouth, he didn't really comprehend what he was doing, at least not until a laugh filled the air.

His hand dropped back to his lap as he gaze jerked back to you. You had a hand covering your mouth, most likely trying to suppress your laugh. "Fuck what are you doing to me, sweet boy?" You weren't making fun of him but he couldn't stop trying to stammer out an excuse. Instead, you grabbed one of the clothes that were thrown on the side of the bed and cleaned his hand. "C'mon, lets get your cleaned up before you entice me some more."

[lanibijou]

I blame Uni’s skin and Apothecary Diaries for putting this idea in my head

(y’all pls my box in open I want to have a reason to info dump of this au that I came up with at 2am)

[wanessaferreira677]

Escolhas e Decisões

Capítulo 01: Lágrimas douradas

Top Leitor masculino x Naruto boy's

Capítulo 1 (está aqui)

Capítulo 2

Capítulo 3 (em breve)

Capítulo 4 (em breve)

Conselheiro: Em seguida, o primogênito do líder do clã Uzumaki, Naruto Uzumaki.

Uma mão calejada foi direto para o queixo do primeiro homem ajoelhado na fila diante do trono. Havia uma fila consideravelmente grande perante ao trono neste exato momento, pois nesse dia ensolarado onde todos estavam quase implorando por um leque, foi o dia escolhido por sua majestade, O imperador, para fazer o longo ritual de escolha dos consortes secundários e concubinos reais.

Cabelos loiros como o mais brilhante raio de sol balançaram quando seu queixo foi erguido, mostrando a beleza radiante do clã Uzumaki, Naruto Uzumaki, filho do líder do clã, Minato. As sobrancelhas loiras grossas levemente franzidas pelo toque rude em seu rosto, fez com que os olhos do mar azul cristalino brilharem ainda mais, sem sequer precisar da linda sombra laranja avermelhada que foi colocada em suas pálpebras. Pinturas negras enfeitaram suas bochechas magras, com sua clavícula já perfeitamente firme.

Olhos [âmbar, avelã, azul] analisaram todo o seu rosto fazendo uma varredura completa por cada centímetro do rosto do loiro, depois aqueles olhos intimidantes abaixaram para a roupa do macho mais baixo, e Naruto agradeceu imensamente ter seguido a risca todos os concelhos que sua mãe lhes deu sobre a vestimenta adequada para ficar de frente para o imperador.

Um yukata com um tom mais discreto de laranja, mas longe de fugir do seu gosto habitual, Naruto esbanjava um ar animalesco que era nostálgico aos olhos de muitos presentes. E finalmente, depois de analisar quase a fileira pela metade, o canto dos lábios do imperador se curvou um centímetro e o mesmo se inclinou para sussurrar no ouvido do Uzumaki.

━ Até que você é bonito, ômega. ━ Isso foi o suficiente para deixar os nervos de Naruto borbulhando como uma chaleira no fogo. Também fez com que os corações dos pais do loiro parassem por um momento em esperança. Era uma honra inestimável ter seu filho escolhido como um dos companheiros do imperador, mesmo que seja apenas para ser uma concubina. Sua vida seria imensamente mais confortável e segura. Principalmente por causa do imperador atual que colocou em prática novas leis que protegiam os ômegas contra todas as discriminações que eles vinham vivenciando por toda a vida. Claro, o decreto ainda está sendo monopolizado pelos nobres, mas logo nem eles poderiam escapar impunes por qualquer crime contra os ômegas.

E uma pergunta fica pairando no ar desde a antiguidade: como alguém consegue pensar ser superior a um ser que consegue gerar vida?

Naruto: Eu agradeço o elogio, vossa majestade! ━ disse ele, com olhos azuis brilhantes quase ofuscando o próprio sol.

Conselheiro: Vamos em frente, vossa majestade. Em seguida temos Shikamaru Nara, primogênito do líder do clã Nara. Ele também é um ótimo estrategista, sendo muito bem elogiado pelo antigo imperador, por suas idéias astutas que lhe trouxeram grande triunfo em suas batalhas.

Em contraste com o brilho reluzente que estava ao seu lado, Shikamaru estava com a cabeça baixa como todos os outros, mas em seu olhar estava transmitindo a sua indiferença sobre tudo que estava se passando ao seu redor. O mesmo ergueu a cabeça, olhando diretamente em meus olhos, seus olhos afiados estavam fixos nos meus esperando o que veria a seguir.

Shikamaru: Graça e glória para o sol do império. ━ comprimentou formalmente. Olhei para sua direita, vendo todos os ômegas restantes que faltava ser apresentado, todos tinham cabelos longos pretos. Com exceção de apenas dois. Meus olhos voltaram para a direita e apenas Naruto, Gaara e Kakashi. ━ Olhe para mim, vossa majestade.

━ Estou olhando.

Shikamaru: Apenas diga o que quer dizer e vá em frente, já esperei demais aqui ajoelhado. Acabe logo com isso. Não espere que eu lhe encante com “meus encantos ômegas”. ━ Uma das sobrancelhas de [Nome] foi até o alto, e os pobres pais de Shikamaru perderam todas as esperanças que tinham no único filho. Eles deveriam saber que não tinha como seu filho nada cortês se dirigir bem para o imperador. Mesmo eles dizendo que Shikamaru teria muito tempo de descanso se conseguisse uma vaga como concubina. Tudo em vão.

━ Estrategista, bom, bom. Vamos ter muito o que conversar a partir de agora. Nunca faltaria assunto para conversarmos, mas, isso não é algo que se espera de um ômega, não é mesmo? E cortesia é algo que deve aprender mais um pouco.

Shikamaru: O que isso significa? ━ Não respondi, apenas dando mais um passo na direção do próximo candidato, sendo seguido pelo conselheiro.

Conselheiro: Vossa majestade, lhe apresento o filho mais velho dos Uchihas, Itachi Uchiha, e bem ao seu lado está seu irmão mais novo, Sasuke Uchiha. Os dois são filhos do líder do clã Uchiha. ━ apresentou, e discretamente se aproximou para mais perto de mim para poder sussurrar. ━ Itachi é um grande candidato a consorte real, tendo todas as qualidades e sendo um exemplo de ômega. Mas já seu irmão… ━ Murmurou, tentando ser o mais discreto possível ━ Sasuke é apenas um encrenqueiro de mão cheia que dá muito trabalho aos seus pais e irmão mais velho. Receio que ele não seja um bom candidato, vossa majestade.

Que grande diferença entre irmãos.

Olhei para o irmão mais velho, vendo um pouco de sua inquietação sendo transmitida minimamente através de sua expressão inexpressiva. Ele mantinha um leve e suave sorriso nos lábios enquanto me olhava, sua postura não falhando nem por um segundo. Ele está nervoso. É difícil de vê, mas depois de viver sua vida inteira ao lado de pessoas que só usam máscaras falsas, é fácil reconhecer um ômega com os nervos à flor da pele. Há um grande peso em seus ombros que ninguém parece demonstrar vê, mas se Sasuke for escolhido como um consorte e Itachi não, Itachi seria incrivelmente afetado.

“Um ômega inferior ao seu irmão mais novo, isso é lamentável” é isso que estará circulando se algo assim acontecer.

Se eu escolhesse apenas Itachi, Sasuke não seria afetado grandemente. “Ele apenas não chegou ao nível do irmão, ainda”. “Ele é novo, isso era de se esperar”. Uma grande diferença apenas por diferença de idade. Sociedade patética.

Por enquanto, só posso lhe dar esse “favor”, Itachi Uchiha.

━ Prazer em conhecê-lo, meu senhor, sua beleza está tarde está me deixando cativado, nunca vi uma beldade tão deslumbrante como você. ━ Peguei na mão delicada do ômega mais velho, me curvando e dando um beijo casto nas costas da mão do mesmo. Sem tirar meus olhos dos seus da cor da mais bela noite de verão, seus cabelos longos trançados com uma trança delicada lateral com alguns efeitos dourados, mas nada muito extravagante. ━ Adoraria conhecê-lo melhor.

Uma onda de murmúrios e sussurros dominaram a sala. Todos reconheciam esse ato e sentiam inveja. Finalmente alguém promissor para o cargo de consorte real, ou até mesmo imperatriz. Uma simples gentileza causou tanto eufemismo, no entanto, era inegável que a consorte real já tinha sido escolhida. Retribuindo o cortejo, Itachi abriu seu leque com o brasão do seu clã e colocou em frente ao rosto.

Itachi: Eu agradeço a sua gentileza, vossa majestade, e retribuo o desejo de lhe conhecer melhor. ━ Seus olhos brilharam em um tom poderoso de vermelho agora. Substituindo a cor obsidiana e deixando claro a que clã ele pertencia, seus olhos selvagens dão um charme adicional a ele.

Como promessa do meu interesse, ergui minha mão para o conselheiro que arregalou os olhos e rapidamente abriu a caixa que estava segurando. De dentro da caixa de jóias, pego um Kanzashi da mesma cor de seus olhos. Itachi olhava para mim com os lábios levemente abertos em choque, apenas ignorei olhando a jóia nas minhas mãos.

A jóia possuía as pedras preciosas da mesma tonalidade que seus olhos, e com o restante banhada na mais pura prata. Um presente digno de cortejo para da a um candidato a consorte real.

━ Então, você estaria livre daqui a três dias para dar uma caminhada comigo no jardim real?

Itachi: Eu ficaria honrado, vossa majestade.

━ Então está combinado. ━ Peguei em sua trança com o máximo de suavidade que conseguia e a enrolei fazendo um coque se formando, com isso coloco a kanzashi em seu cabelo. Me afasto com uma última olhada em Sasuke, que estava com a cabeça baixa, segurando a bainha do yukata do seu irmão.

Daqui a três dias será confirmado se realmente Itachi Uchiha tem capacidade de ser um bom consorte real e assumir a posição de imperatriz consorte, a mãe do império.

Conselheiro: Em seguida temos Neji Hyuuga, vinda da casa secundária Hyuuga.

Uma apresentação tão seca, como se não fosse importante. Pela reação do mesmo, ele nem se importava mais sobre ser tratado deste modo.

Conselheiro: A seguir temos-

━ Silêncio. ━ Com esse comando, todos os presentes abaixam a cabeça e ficam em silêncio absoluto. O conselheiro se ajoelhou no chão pedindo perdão. ━ Não siga em frente como bem entender. Aguarde meu comando, ou cabeças vão rolar, estou sendo claro?

Conselheiro: Sim, vossa majestade!

Olhei para o ômega à minha frente, vendo cada mínimo detalhe do seu rosto pálido. Levantei seu rosto para que ele olhasse para mim, seus olhos perolados olhando diretamente para mim.

━ Olhos tão belos como uma linda pérola. Uma das três pedras preciosas que tenho um carinho especial.

Neji: Honra e glória ao sol do império. É um prazer conhecê-lo, majestade. Eu agradeço pelo elogio. Pérolas são muito valiosas hoje em dia, comparar meus olhos com tal raridade da natureza me alegra profundamente, vossa majestade.

━ Fico feliz com isso. ━ Peguei em sua mão com cuidado e deixei um leve e suave beijo nos nós dos seus dedos ━ Até logo.

Conselheiro: Se-se me permite, vossa majestade, eu posso lhe apresentar o próximo candidato? ━ Perguntou em um tom ansioso, com ansiedade banhando todo o seu ser.

━ Tal comportamento na frente de um possível candidato a consorte não será permitido. Se algo assim acontecer novamente, já sabe a punição. Pessoas desta sala se tornaram meus companheiros de vida, qualquer desrespeito a eles serão tratados como desrespeito a mim, o imperador.

Todos na sala estavam cientes disso, com clareza. Dentro desta sala já foram escolhidos diversos companheiros, inclusive uma consortes imperatriz e uma provável consorte secundária. Com base no xilique de agora a pouco com Neji. Era algo não dito e nem oficializado, mas todos conseguiam ver isso claramente.

━ Apresente o próximo.

Conselheiro: Sim, vossa excelência.

[...]

O imperador caminhava com passos firmes pelo corredor do castelo, tendo um destino certo em sua mente. Em sua mão direita ele estava com uma pequena caixa de jóia.

O corredor mal iluminado fazia o castelo ter um ar sombrio e frio, guardas não eram necessários no recinto, pois havia apenas um quarto habitado naquele corredor e o dono sabia muito bem se defender de qualquer coisa, além claro, de ele não gostar nem um pouco de ser vigiado.

Quando o imperador bateu apenas duas vezes na porta, um suave “entre” pode ser ouvido. Sem demora, o mesmo entrou na grande sala que parecia tão… solitária. Olhos [avelã, castanhos, etc] vagaram pelo lugar até que pousaram em uma silhueta pequena, mas que não deixava de ter traços sedutores. Haku se virou, vendo a única pessoa que poderia esperar uma visita, principalmente nessas horas da noite.

━ Você não estava na cerimônia de escolha de consortes. ━ Disse o óbvio, apertando com força a pequena caixa em sua mão ━ Você me prometeu que estaria lá. Que eu poderia lhe escolher como um consorte. Você mentiu pra mim, pela primeira vez, Haku.

Haku: Você sabe muito bem que eu não poderia estar lá. Um órfão que foi encontrado na sarjeta pelo pequeno príncipe herdeiro no mesmo recinto que a pessoa que seria nomeada mãe do império? Eu sei muito bem que esse presente que você tem em mãos, você está com ele a muito tempo. Planejando me entregar assim que fizesse a escolha. Você me colocaria em um pedestal acima da imperatriz! Como pode fazer isso? Você está sendo tão mesquinho.

━ Eu amo você.

Haku: E amará eles. Fácil assim.

━ Não menospreze o que eu sinto por você.

Haku: Uma rebeldia atrevida que já era para ter chegado ao fim a muito tempo. Você não é mais criança, você é o imperador. Aquele que tem que proteger uma nação. ━ Suspirou ━ Você fez uma boa escolha. Aquela pessoa como imperatriz é uma boa escolha. Pelo que ouvir, não tem ninguém como ele em todo o império. Ele foi feito para estar ao seu lado.

“Não eu” não falado, mas ouvido.

━ Quero que aceite essa jóia.

Haku: Eu não a aceitarei, sinto muito.

[Nome] deu um passo à frente, mas Haku logo recuou com certa timidez. Isso irritou o imperador, que quase fez uma veia saltar de sua têmpora de uma forma cósmica.

Em um ato mesquinho, [Nome] abriu a caixa que carregava, pegando de lá de dentro um enfeite de cabelo Hanfu de jade. M/n sem nenhum medo ou remorso colocou contra a garganta, pressionando o bastante para fazer careta.

Isso fez os instintos de Haku despertarem, fazendo ele dar um passo à frente, estendendo a mão para pegar a jóia, mas antes que ele chegasse perto demais a voz do imperador soou.

━ Parado. ━ Ordenou.

Haku: O que está fazendo? Pare de ser impulsivo e abaixe isso imediatamente! Está me escutando? Não se machuque.

━ E quem é você para parar o imperador? ━ perguntou com deboche. Haku não gostava desse lado de [Nome], não quando estava sendo dirigido a ele. Ele nunca estava nessa posição, estava sempre do lado que recebe o afeto de M/n e não seu veneno de imperador. ━ Para você ter um pingo de chance de me parar você deveria ser ao menos uma de minhas consortes reais. ━ A parte pontuda do acessório de jade machucou a pele, fazendo uma gota de sangue manche a preciosa jóia que foi escolhida com tanto afinco ━ Não é mesmo, “rebeldia atrevida que já era para ter chegado ao fim a muito tempo”?

Suas palavras se voltaram contra ele mesmo. Ele sabe que [Nome] memorizava todas as palavras que ele falava, por isso ele tomava cuidado ao se dirigir a ele. Haku deveria ter esperado isso.

…mas…

Os lábios de Haku tremeluziam com uma emoção poderosa dentro dele, seus olhos castanhos brilhavam em lágrimas não derramadas. Essa situação fazia surgir um aperto em seu coração e garganta. Era insuportável.

Haku: Não se machuque, por favor.

━ Tá.

O mesmo tirou a jóia da garganta, mas algumas gotas caíram na jóia, a lanchando com um vermelho carmesim. Haku tentou se aproximar, mas M/n apenas balançou a cabeça e se sentou perto da janela, olhando a vista dela. Era uma vista assustadora vista tão tarde da noite, mas ao pôr do sol, ou ao amanhecer como exemplo, deve ficar de tirar o fôlego.

━ Essa foi minha última tentativa. ━ Resmungou, se virando para o jovem ao seu lado. ━ Já que não quer pertence ao meu harém, me peça o que quiser e eu lhe darei. Quer ouro, um barco, um pedaço de terra longe daqui? Eu lhe dou. Eu só quero que seja feliz. Nunca desejei sua infelizmente, nem sequer uma vez.

Haku: …o que? ━ sussurrou incrédulo.

━ Sei que nunca gostou daqui. Que queria uma vida tranquila, uma casa para chamar de sua, um jardim com uma horta. Nunca ouvir você falando sobre família, então presumo que não deseja uma. Darei o suficiente e um pouco a mais de ouro para você viver sua vida sem depender de um alfa. É só me dizer que quer isso e eu lhe darei. Eu lhe darei qualquer coisa, Haku. E sempre lhe darei.

Haku: Uma casa com jardim e horta? Um barco? Um pedaço de terra longe daqui? Longe de voc-… ━ ele não terminou a frase, desviando o olhar e apenas balançando a cabeça enquanto tentava regular sua respiração ━ Ouro? Não me faça rir! Eu não quero ouro. Nunca quis sua riqueza, não é agora que vou querer. Família? Se eu já desejei ter uma? ━ Seu olhar ficou fixo no imperador por um longo período, em silêncio. Como se quisesse falar algo com seu olhar. ━ Já. Eu já sonhei com uma.

━ …

Haku: …

Haku: Eu… não quero ir embora.

━ Eu pensei que quisesse! Você prometeu está lá, toda investida que eu dou você despreza como se fosse uma praga, eu tentei até fazer o pedido agora em privado e você rejeitou novamente. Eu até tentei erroneamente em um ato de desespero te forçar a isso, mas desisti. O que você quer de mim?

Haku: Eu quero ficar ao seu lado.

━ Então por que me rejeitas?

Haku: Eu tenho medo! Eu tinha medo de você colocar o que sente por mim por cima da imperatriz, que é a mãe do império. Que me favorece ao ponto dessa pessoa sentir repulsa por mim. Eu não quero voltar a ser odiado por todos à minha volta!

━ Você é o homem que amo, claramente eu iria te favoritar.

Haku: É sobre isso! Você não deve fazer isso. Ele, provavelmente o Itachi Uchiha, será amado e aclamado pela nação. Se isso acontecer, e vai acontecer, você me favorece só iria te prejudicar. O império ficaria ressentido com você.

━ Está me dizendo que me rejeitou diversas vezes e mais vezes porque não queria que o império ficasse ressentido comigo? O meu favoritismo não diz respeito a minha nação, só a mim e meu harém. Minha relação com meu harém não será publicada para todos verem e julgarem. Minha relação com meu harém será estritamente pessoal, onde nem meus familiares, nem ninguém poderá interferir.

Haku: Apenas me faça seu servo pessoal. Isso faria as coisas serem tão mais fáceis.

━ Não.

Haku: Por que?

━ Porque eu não te vejo apenas como um servo que darei ordens e você irá obedecer calado. Quero que seja um dos meus amados para que você possa dar as ordens e aqueles que estiverem ao seu redor tem que obedecer. Não quero que se rebaixe a ninguém além do seu imperador. ━ Se aproximou novamente, segurando Haku em seus braços. Haku, sem conseguir mais escapar/fugir dos braços do imperador, sucumbiu à tentação, se deixando ser embrulhado por aqueles braços fortes. Ele se sentiu bem, se sentiu seguro e amado quando estava naqueles braços. ━ Eu te amo.

Haku: … sinto muito, me perdoe. ━ Soluçou ━ Mas eu também te amo.

É assim que deve ser. Pessoas que se amam deveriam ficar juntas em união e em igualdade.

Tirando a suavidade do momento, [Nome] começou a deslizar a ponta do seu nariz suavemente pela pele do pescoço do moreno, sentindo seu cheiro inebriante e fazendo Haku ter arrepios prazerosos por todo o seu corpo

━ Me perdoe por ter falado com você naquele tom frio de imperador, mas a situação pedia por isso. ━ Sobrou, o ar quente bateu contra a pele fria de Haku, o fazendo tremer e desejar mais. A língua quente e molhada do imperador foi guiada até a parte mais sensível do outro homem, sua orelha. Com esse toque repentino, Haku não conseguiu conter um gemido baixinho, que escapou com um suspiro calmo. Suas mãos finas agarraram os bíceps de M/n e apertaram. ━ Se fizer esses sons tão inocentemente, eu posso acabar não me contendo.

Haku: Co-como se você tivesse a opção de me atacar.

━ E eu não tenho?

Haku: Eu tenho que continuar imaculado se você ainda me quiser no seu harém.

━ Está me chantageando?

Haku: Estou dizendo o que você deveria saber.

━ Como se eu me importasse com isso. ━ Antes que os dentes de M/n fizessem contato com a pele imaculada de Haku, uma batida na porta salvou o dia. Então, Haku se esforçou para se separar do imperador e ficar o máximo mais longe possível. ━ Orochimaru, se for você me atrapalhando, juro que-

Orochimaru: Oh, Vossa majestade! Não diga uma coisa dessa para seu melhor amigo de infância e claro, seu conselheiro real. ━ Interrompeu o imperador, ainda do lado de fora da porta. Quando abriu a porta, seu sorriso pode ser contemplado pelos dois homens dentro da sala. ━ Eu posso ter interferido em algo que você poderia se arrepender no futuro, então não foi maravilhoso a minha intromissão?

━ …

Haku: O que faz em meu quarto a essas horas da noite, Mr. Orochimaru? Creio que não seja nem um pouco apropriado um alfa como o senhor, vim visitar um ômega a meia noite.

Orochimaru: Poderíamos dizer o mesmo do imperador, não é mesmo, Mr. Haku? Eu vim apenas verificar uma coisa e pelo pior lado da história, eu estava certo. Os beijos de amor em seu pescoço provam isso. Vocês sabem que não podem fazer algo assim antes do casamento real. A menos, claro, que o imperador queira apenas que Haku seja uma de suas vadias que só servem para sexo. O que acham de ser parte desse grupo lamentável, Mr. Haku?

Orochimaru: Agora vou falar como Orochimaru, amigo de vocês dois. Você se encontrando a meia noite em um quarto privado, sem um acompanhante, vai trazer coisas ruins não para o M/n, mas sim para Haku que é um ômega não acasalado e que pode ser um dos concorrentes a consorte ou concubina. Você poderia ter entrado furtivamente, M/n pela janela. Mas entrou pela porta da frente sem nada a tremer. As empregadas estão falando sobre isso neste exato momento. Falaram tanto que chegou até meu escritório.

Haku: … eu deveria ter expulsado ele.

━ Se tivesse expulsado, não teríamos nos entendido e estaríamos em guerra até agora.

Haku: … o que faremos agora?

Orochimaru: Podemos dizer que o imperador ficou encantado pelo charme de Haku e tentou possuí-lo à força. Consequência: isso acabaria com a reputação do imperador. Todos acreditam em Haku, pois um ômega que conheceu o jovem imperador desde pequeno fica sem ação ao sentir os feromônios de um alfa pela primeira vez.

Haku: Eu não vou dizer isso! De jeito nenhum! Tem que ter outra saída, é apenas uma fofoca em meio às empregadas! A honra do imperador está em jogo.

Orochimaru: A segunda opção é o imperador sair pela janela. As empregadas estão lá fora, pois mandei elas me provarem os boatos que estão aparecendo. Estão lá fora para provar que viram o imperador aqui com Mr. Haku.

━ Fácil, né? Elas não devem ter escutado a nossa conversa, se não você não estaria gritando lá da porta. ━ Orochimaru apenas sorriu, pegando um pouco de pó e passando pelo pescoço do ômega. Haku apenas obedeceu calado. ━ Você é meu.

Haku: Sim, vossa majestade.

Orochimaru: Pule logo, vossa majestade. Ou quer que todos saibam do seu segredinho sujo e Mr. Haku vire sua vadiazinha?

━ Vê se cala a boca, eu ainda te rebaixo de cargo se continuar com esse atrevimento.

Orochimaru: Sim, mestre. Agora pula calado.

E assim, o imperador pulou. Pousando na sacada ao lado da de Haku, que por sorte estava sem hóspede.

Ou era isso que o imperador pensava.

...continua...

Capítulo 2

[ashtree11]

After a year of hiatus, here’s chapter 8 at last aaaahhh

I’ll try not to take so long with 9 😅

[creamecream]

Empress AU: Moira, the Object of Emperor Lucifer's Affection.

[disorganizedkitten]

When Le Paon, Hive Queen, Venin Noir, Neart, and Chien Blanc attacked the hospital Rose works at she became a champion to aid Ladybug and Carapace against them. Now she's at home, and eager to see just how helpful she was

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Pleaseeeee ignore the typo I will fix it asap I have fever They're so messed up<3 What ppl ask the most about this AU is where are the twins anddd... aren't dead, that's just what padmé was told

also sorry this one is so long, i didn't even realize

More of this AU >>>: first || prev || next

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[onedivinemisfit]

Imperial prince meets the eccentric tactician’s daughter~

[sea-lanterns]

Arlecchino and Empress’ heir walking into their room in the middle of the night with a deadpan expression: “Mom. Mom. I threw up. Mom.”

Arlecchino probably heard that phrase multiple times and has had to clean up her children’s beds everytime they get sick 😭😭

Was re watching the arlecchino animation cuz it was soo goood- I am getting off topic but why does she look like she about say she threw up and got nightmares or something in the middle of the night 😔

[sea-lanterns]

Imagining Empress holding onto their plushies for dear life as she gets wrecked (lovingly) by their Courtesans. Them just grasping and squeezing them in overwhelm... Eventually, a Courtesan would get tired of seeing those in her loves arms and will remove them, to the whiny complaint of Empress before they quiet down when the *Courtesan* inserts herself into her Empress's arms to hold and squish.

The picture of a Courtesan just laying above/beneath Empress so they can wrap their arms around her while they get fucked by another Courtesan or two...

Now I'm imagining the Courtesans removing the plushies from the room pre-fuck session so when their hands start to wander for something to grab onto, they'll have no choice but to make grabby hands at a Courtesan instead.

The courtesans removing all plushies from the Empress’ room pre-fuck is funny. Also, the implications that the Empress gets super clingy during sex is adorable. Her arms have to be holding onto something warm and soft while getting fucked, as it’s comforting and she likes the idea of holding onto something for stability.

The courtesans would notice this habit whenever the Empress reaches out for her plushies mid-fuck, but while it didn’t bother them before, the fact that the Empress would cling onto an object rather than a courtesan, was something that genuinely annoyed them. So, I imagine that Ganyu or Furina just yank the plushie out of the Empress’ arms one day, and replace the plushie with their own body so that the Empress can get used to clinging onto a courtesan instead during sex.

Now instead of plushies, the Empress would most often be found lying underneath or lying above a courtesan, with her arms wrapped around their neck as another courtesan (or two) fuck her at the lower end of the bed rather roughly. Extra intimacy points for the courtesans! Now more of them can touch her during sexy time 💕

[genshindsau]

The Price of a Man

Summary: After decimating the army of another and acquiring more land under your growing rule, you take some time to look around. While walking around you come across the public punishment of a man from his wife. The image seems to linger within some of your own harem members and while you like to think you are not soft, you cannot bear seeing the strain on your own harem members' face and act accordingly.

Pairing: Imperial!Reader, Concubine!Characters. Hints of Reader x Diluc, Zhongli x reader. Kaveh x Reader. But there is not much romance in this piece.

CW: Reverse Harem, cursing, morally grey reader. Heavy descriptions of matriatchial settings, sexism aimed towards men. Mentions of killing, starting a fire, whipping (not by reader), punishments (not by reader), the selling of men, threats from reader but not towards harem members.

Notes: This doesn't have much romance to it as I tried to focus more on the plot and politics which was, no doubt, one of the hardest things to write. Dialogue may be choppy.

Bodies brush against one another, a small crowd forming in the front of an estate. Women look on with a mixture of disinterest or even amusement, lips quirking up. Soft, muffled sounds of voices that are only covered by the sound of rushing wind and the echoing crack of something landing on something, or rather someone.

It was only the men who looked uncomfortable by they don't move from their wife's side. Flinches leave some of them as if feeling the hit on their own skin; others have their head bowed, sympathy in their eyes though they would never disrupt. If someone is bold enough to hit someone in public it is because they have a high enough position to be overlooked. Or in other words, there will be no consequences.

Leather. You can tell just by the sound that comes from it. Most likely some kind of whip but the sound is muffled enough that you know it's not hitting directly on skin - not that it will help with the pain.

By the way you can hear the sound even with the conversations and loudness of children running around, you don't doubt that whoever is flicking the whip has more than enough strength in their arms to break skin even through clothes.

The view is hidden from you, not that you minded. You were more than happy to just walk right by, hardly giving another glance to see what was going on. Your feet pause only when the two figures you were walking with are no longer next to you.

A glance over your shoulder and Diluc stands still, eyes wide, mouth parted that reveals only the smallest sliver of his tongue that licks at his bottom lip. His body was perfectly still, only the small rise and fall of his chest visible under the red robes but his breaths were shorter than normal. Next to him, the smaller form of Xiao had his head bowed and turned away from the crowd. His jaw flexed, hands balled into fists at his side; knuckles whitening by the second, no doubt his nails are about to break through his skin.

You follow Diluc's gaze and by now the crowd opens up a little, allowing small peeks of what had drawn all the attention. You stare blankly at the male on his knees, hands poised on his lap. The figure's back was angled towards you, giving you a full view of the purple bruises that marred his skin. Yellowish specks of his skin peaks out from underneath the blooming red whip marks. All of this was visible to anyone's eyes due to the dark maroon robe that was pooled at his waist now; not allowing him to cover any of the marks.

The women standing above him made you let out your own sigh, rolling your eyes under the cloth wrapped around your head. The Ministry. You vaguely recognize her, she was in charge of retaining knowledge and long held secrets of the land. What was her name? You can't remember it but it hardly matters. You do remember that she was furious and bold enough to insult you. You had found it amusing at the time which seemed to infuriate her even more.

Your eyes linger on the blonde male kneeling on the ground, tears in his eyes that fell silently down his cheeks but he made no move to try and cover himself up or defend himself. Properly trained, you think wryly. Punished into obedience, you correct yourself.

You know the people of this land are still hesitant about your arrival. You had come in and nearly massacred more than half of their army. No need to cause more chaos by getting involved with someone the people look up to. The Ministry members are practically divine beings to the public, something that has made you snort and chuckle.

You don't spare another glance as you face forward again, Zhongli by your side as the both of you walk forward a few paces.

"Your grace." Your feet stop their movements, looking over your shoulder as you look at Diluc.

Even he appeared shock at his own interruption. His lips part before they quickly close again, not a single sound leaving him. His eyes flicker from you to the man kneeling on the floor before back to you. There is an echo of the whip landing on skin once again and Diluc winces as if he was the one hit.

He doesn't have to say anything. You can read him without any of your magic. A bleeding heart. No doubt he feels the pain of the other like it's own. He cares too much.

"You want to save him?" You face him His hands twitch at his side, fighting the urge to curl them into his robes. He doesn't reply though, head bowed.

"He is hardly the first to be given such a public punishment. He won't be the last either. Will you intervene?" Your words goad him even if you both know nothing will come of it. "What, or do you think I should intervene?"

Diluc's own expression drops; Xiao's pinches together as he stares up at you. Zhongli is the only one who looks on impassively.

"Sure," you roll your shoulders, hands clasped behind you. "I could if I wanted to but I don't. I intervene and all it does is lead to problems with the ministry. Problems that go beyond one single man being given a public lashing for a punishment. He is none of my concern and he is none of yours either."

"Your Grace," Diluc tries again, this time more firmly but he still wavers. His voice is soft but edged with something desperate. "Please..."

Your gaze flicks back to him, catching the way his head remains bowed, refusing to meet your eyes directly. He's trying, you know. Trying to speak out, unable to ignore such a scene of cruelty. It's amusing in its futility.

"You've grown bold," you murmur, stepping closer. Your tone is teasing, but your words make him flinch. "Tell me, what will you do? Give him your robe? Promise him it gets better?"

Diluc's lips part, trembling slightly as he struggles to form a response. Xiao shifts uneasily beside him, his own hands clenched into fists, but he doesn't speak out of turn.

"Your silence tells me enough." You step away again, your hands clasped loosely behind your back. The sound of another lash cuts through the air, and the man kneeling lets out a choked gasp.

Diluc flinches. Xiao glowers. You don't miss it.

"Zhongli," you say suddenly, your tone sharp enough to make your knight snap to attention. He steps forward immediately, bowing his head slightly in deference.

"Yes, Your Grace."

"Take care of something for me," you say, your voice low, almost lazy. "I expect you to be swift."

Zhongli doesn't question you. He doesn't need any more information either. He nods once, his expression unreadable, before turning and walking away without a sound. Diluc and Xiao both glance after him but say nothing, their confusion carefully masked.

You turn back to the scene in front of you, your eyes falling on the ministry woman. She's standing tall, her expression hard, but there's a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes as she watches the punishment unfold.

It isn't long before the commotion begins. Shouts ring out from the direction of the ministry's archive, and the woman in charge stiffens, her eyes darting toward the source of the noise.

"Fire!" someone yells. "The archives are burning!"

The ministry woman curses under her breath, hitching her skirt up and turning to leave. She barks orders to the guards nearby, and soon the punishment is all but forgotten as chaos erupts. The crowd soon dissipates, not longer caring about the punishment. You hear questions about what happened but you don't pay attention to them.

Diluc remains still, hands fisting at the side of his robe despite the fact that it forms wrinkles in his usual pristine clothes. Both him and Xiao are staring up at the growing fire, eyes wide.

"You want to help because he's a man; sure, I understand. You've always had a bleeding heart but he is not the one you need to worry about. The ministry is powerful in these lands, admired. I could very well make a possible enemy of them all because you care far too much."

Your hand curls under Diluc's chin, fingers brushing his jawline as you direct his attention. "It will be your undoing, sweet boy." You whisper low enough for only him to hear. Perhaps your words are cruel but he needs to hear them. You need him to hear them, so that he knows what sympathy can do and it is not always good. 

Diluc stares at you, his lips parted slightly as if he wants to speak, but he doesn't. He simply bows his head again, his shoulders trembling faintly with relief.

As Zhongli returns silently to your side, the faint scent of smoke clinging to him, you give him the barest nod of approval. He bows his head in acknowledgment, his expression as calm and composed as ever.

"The man's fate is paused but I doubt it will be the last punishment he faces, he is still bound to his wife."

The man is still kneeling on the ground. His body shakes, body trembling with pain. Without all the attention on him and the punishment looming over his head, he clutches at the robe laying around his hips, his fingers which are red and raw around his nails, tug the robe up and back over his shoulders. The red and purpling marks disappear from view.

"Let us go. Now."

The sound of water dripping fills your ears. The inn wasn't the most extravagant but it was on the outskirts of the land, far away from the ministry and any possible ears straining to learn secrets, something to provide the ministry with the power to kick you out of their land.

Your land now.

On a tatami mat, underneath a wooden gazebo, you gaze at the small pond with brightly colored koi-fish swimming around. Flowers were blooming around, providing a sweet scent in the air. One of your legs is bent at the knees, resting your foot on the ground with your elbow resting on your knee. The other is crossed on the ground in front of you. You take a sip from the small glass, savoring the bitter burn.

The soft brush of fabric gliding against the ground comes up from behind you. Diluc. You do not even need to turn to know. His footsteps were always soft, even, as if he puts a lot of thought into something as simple as walking properly. Well he probably was.

He bends down, settling on his knees adjacent to you on the other tatami mat. You glance at him. He was wearing his nighttime robe and his hair was out of his pristine updo, only pulled back into a ponytail with a few hairs dangling free. You fight the urge to push it behind his ear, tug out the updo, let it all fall and then use it to tug him….

You clear your throat, lowering your hand, placing you glass back on the floor. He refills it even though you didn't ask for him to.

"You're pouting," you muse out, voice level but deceptively blank. Well not exactly, but you know him well enough to know something was wrong. The way his eyes glaze out of focus as he becomes lost in the thought. His fingers that have become a slight pink due to him constantly wringing his hands together. The way his breath gets more labored when he falls too much into the depths of his mind.

He startles, placing the bottle back on the ground and then place his hands on his thighs. You watch as he takes a breath, fingers tapping against his robe. "Forgive me," he murmurs out, voice as soft and gentle as it ever is.

"I did what I could in my position," you shrug, downing the alcohol in the small glass before placing it to the side.

Could you have done more? Yes.

Would you have? No.

The only reason you intervened was because of how much it distressed Diluc and Xiao even if it wasn't as obvious in the latter. The poor man that was being punished is probably hurting more in the privacy of his wife's home. You don't tell Diluc this even though you know he suspects.

"I know," he answered.

He knows you were the reason for the fire. He doesn't address it, not openly because you don't seem to think too much of what you did. You hardly care about it so he decides it is best to just appreciate that you heard him out and did do something about it.

"I cannot get involved in every dispute or wife who punishes their husbands," you wave a hand, lazily explaining as you rest. "It is, by law, their prerogative. We are still the strangers in this nation. I am seen as the ones who massacred their families, tore down their infantry. How do you think it would appear if I came in and decided to alter everything, offer out punishments without any explanation."

You shake your head. It's already a mess with the Ministry pushing back against you. Trying to use sly tricks to get a one-up on you. Pity for them that you know all their tricks.

Diluc knows all of this. He knows. He also knows he shouldn't be causing you any problems. You were right in your words from earlier. He cares too much and he usually tries to push that need to care for others onto you or the other harem members. But when he sees it with his own eyes, the pain, the punishment, the humiliation that other women force onto their husbands, it's hard to forget.

He could have ended up like that. In the beginning of the marriage, he expected to. He expected to be demeaned, punished, used. He was taught to expect it all and bear it without a complaint, to do as his wife requires. He wouldn't say you were kind in the sense other people think about kindness. But you've never raised a hand to him that was meant to inflict pain. You never demeaned him, degraded him. Never let others either. He's treated better than he ever thought possible.

"I'm sorry," he says the only thing he can think of. His head lifts, even with your eyes covered, he knows your eyes meet his. He can feel it with the weight that encompasses him, the air feeling like it is pressing down on him but it's not stifling. It's comforting, like a weighted blanket.

"I know what I did was selfish and based entirely on my own feelings." He thinks back to the man. "I know he was just a single man but no one seemed to care. They all just… watched on," his voice dropped. "And he appeared to be in so much pain. I couldn't - I needed to do something."

But I didn't, he think. You were the one who stopped the man's pain at least for a short while. Diluc couldn't even bring himself to say something to you asides from pleading with you.

"You realize that I stopped nothing, correct? I am sure they will come to know that the fire was orchestrated by me, I'm sure they already think that," you snort, shaking your head. "They are looking for anything to undermine me and once they find even the slightest of a connection, they will not drop it. Especially not those damn Ministry fools."

Diluc's heart aches for numerous reason. The tension in your tone, the tiredness that he's learned to detect with the soft sighs that leave you after you speak. Also for the man, the bruises littering his skin, the wet cheeks, the idea that he could be in the process of being punished right now.

It is stupid. He didn't know the mans name. Didn't know his story but he is sure it was not easy. Yet this man continues to linger in his mind.

He knows he made it more challenging for you, something he never wanted to do. Not when you already have so much on your shoulders.

"I am aware, Your Grace." His voice is defeated. It makes your eye twitch. You roll your shoulders, keeping your gaze in front of you on the small pond.

"Then why must you look so despondent? Did you think a small gesture of kindness would do much in the long run," you shake your head. "Men in his position do not know kindness even if it’s a robe tossed over their shoulders or soft words meant to comfort them."

His eyes lower, face shifting, pinching in a way you know is meant to hold back the whirlwind of emotions inside of him. It leaves an uncomfortable tightening within your chest that you're not accustomed to. For a minute you wonder if it was the alcohol affecting you.

Gods, maybe you were becoming too soft. It is hard to even glance at his downturned face and not feel the need to go and burn down that which is causing him so much grief. It would be easy to. You know who and what is troubling him: two insignificant people in the grand scheme of things.

You've killed others for less. Some of the blood coating your hands comes from individuals who were foolish enough to aim a negative look or inappropriate words towards your harem members. What would be a few more? Though you know killing would cause more problems later on. Most of all, it would not cause Diluc to feel any better.

There is only one thing that will. One action that you really do not care to do but you may do just to stop Diluc's grief.

The negotiation hall was grand, adorned with tapestries of woven gold and deep crimson, but the air felt suffocatingly thick with protocol. You sat at the head of the long, polished table, an emblem of your power, your chin resting lightly on your hand. Beside you stood Zhongli, his impassive face betraying nothing.

Across from you sat Lady Samara, a high-ranking official from the Ministry, her deep emerald robes a testament to her wealth and influence. She sipped delicately from her glass of wine.

“You understand,” she said, her voice honeyed but laced with steel, “that Kaveh is not merely a possession but my husband. Breaking his vow to me would be... unconventional.”

Unconventional. A polite way of saying taboo. You smiled faintly, tilting your head just enough to make her falter. “And yet here we are,” you said, your tone smooth, almost bored. “The longer you delay, the more tempted I am to simply take what I want without regard for your ‘formalities.’ Name your terms."

She chuckled, leaning back in her chair as though she had the upper hand. “You misunderstand me, your grace. This isn’t about price alone. It’s about precedent. If I were to part with him, what would stop others from demanding the same? Vows such as these hold our society together.”

You allowed the silence to stretch, your gaze unwavering. Zhongli shifted slightly behind you, his presence a quiet reminder of your authority. “You forget,” you said at last, your voice soft but cutting, “that I am the precedent.”

Lady Samara stiffened, the tension in the room palpable. “Even so,” she said carefully, “Kaveh is a husband of noble standing. He is educated, refined, and capable in art and homecare. Releasing him from his bond with me will not come cheaply.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You reached for the goblet before you, sipping slowly before setting it down with a deliberate clink. You lean back, folding your hands neatly in your lap. "It appears as if your are the one who misunderstands. This is not a negotiation." The air in the room drops. "The price is a mere courtesy I am giving you. I could just as easily take him by decree if I so desired. The ministry may be a stronghold in this land but the land and all of its people and possession are now under my control."

You let out a sharp laugh, leaning forward, elbows braced on the table. You stare directly at her, watching as she suppressed a shudder even with your eyes covered by a cloth.

"I allowed your ministry to stay in place because I do not want to cause unnecessary riots among the people. But do not think that I will not tear it all down. You know as well as I do that no one would be able to stop me should it ever come down to this."

Her lips tightened, though she quickly masked her irritation with a practiced smile. Though you spot the slightest of wavering in her face at your threat that you made no move to hide. "Of course. But surely Your Grace recognizes the value of maintaining... goodwill, especially with one such as myself."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. "Goodwill, yes. But do not mistake my patience for obligation. Name your price." You repeat at what you said earlier but sharper, letting her know that you are growing bored and tired: a dangerous thing.

Her lips parted, but she hesitated. You could see the calculations racing through her mind. To name a price too high would risk your wrath. To name one too low would devalue her standing. Finally, she said, “Five estates. Three within the capital, two along the southern trade routes.”

 You tilted your head, pretending to consider her words, though you had already made up your mind.

“Done,” you said at last, your tone leaving no room for argument.

She blinked, caught off guard by your swift agreement. “And… and a formal decree,” she added hastily, grasping for more leverage. “One that acknowledges my contributions to this nation and ensures my continued influence within the ministry.”

You smirked. “Greedy, aren’t we?” But you nodded nonetheless. “You’ll have your decree. My scribes will prepare the documents by nightfall.”

Her relief was palpable, though she tried to mask it. Rising from her seat, she bowed stiffly, her hands trembling as she gripped her fan. “I thank you for your generosity, Your Grace. Kaveh is now yours."

Zhongli stepped closer once she was out of sight. “You were rather lenient with her.”

“I was fair,” you corrected, rising to your feet. “She thinks she’s won, but she knows the cost that comes with defying me. Besides, it may do good to have some kind of... business transactions with minsitry memebers. This may just yet get us through the door."

You gaze down at the man, his arms are folded, the sleeves of his robe hanging off his elbows revealing marks on his pale skin.

"Kaveh, was it?" You ask. "Just nod, I have no need to hear any long answer." You add on before he can speak.

He nodded, hair falling in front of his eyes which are lowered.

"I want to be clear." You step in front of him, a foot apart. "I am not doing this for you, nor because I have pity or any care for your former situation. I am merely bringing you in my harem because someone dear to me asked for you."

Kaveh's stomach lurched. Asked for him? It sounds like a proposition, one that men who sell their bodies or company would be asked for. Even with the churning of his stomach, the bile burning in his throat he does as he always does: nods and offer a submissive bow of his head.

You incline your head, turning around. "Come."

You lead him back to the carriages, remaining a few steps in front of him. You get to one of the carriages, pulling back the maroon cloth, so he can step inside. "You want to thank someone one, the person who managed to change the course of your fate is inside. Do show your proper appreciation." You hold out a hand to help him up.

Kaveh's eyes are warily looking between you and the opening of the carriage. His feet carry him to the opening, placing his own hand on top of your own, his other hand braces on the edge of the carriage as he steps up and into his new life

[lanibijou]

Had this vision in mind ever since Uni’s skin came out, NOW HEAR ME OUT WITH THIS AU-

[wanessaferreira677]

Escolhas e Decisões

Capítulo 02 - Monstro Repulsivo

Top!Leitor masculino x Naruto boy's

Capítulo 1

Capítulo 2 (está aqui)

Capítulo 3 (em breve)

Capítulo 4 (em breve)

A sacada que o imperador tinha pulado era convictamente o início de outro corredor, a do quarto de Haku era a última do corredor B, essa é a última do corredor A. Era dividida assim pois os nobres ficavam hospedados nesse corredor quando vinham visitar a família real ou quando vinham em um assunto político, como agora. Esse corredor estava hospedado os nobres que vinham até aqui apresentar os seus filhos à coroa.

Que sorte ter um quarto vago próximo ao quarto do Haku. É até muita coincidência para uma pessoa só.

Desconhecido: Se você se mover mais um pouco eu vou acabar te machucando. ━ Disse friamente, e só então pude perceber que havia uma lâmina de uma adaga posicionada na posição ideal para tirar a minha vida, em meu pescoço. Examinei atentamente a voz calma por trás disso tudo, percebendo ser um dos candidatos que estavam presentes hoje. ━ O que veio fazer aqui? Possui meu corpo agora que eu não passei na seleção do imperador? Se sim, foi um grande azar você ter caído logo comigo. Monstro repulsivo.

Possui seu corpo? Oh, os boatos sombrios chegaram aos ouvidos desse ômega. Ele não é tão puro como eu imaginava, mas eu gostei disso. Fiz uma boa escolha.

Erguir minhas mãos em sinal de submissão, mas a lâmina não tremeu nem um pouco depois disso.

━ Se acalme, não irei lhe fazer mal algum. Eu só quero sair. ━ Me expliquei, sem deixar a luz da lua alcançar meu rosto. ━ Eu lhe garanto.

Itachi Uchiha.

Itachi: Sua garantia perante mim não passa de palavras cuspidas com veneno. Não valem de nada para mim. Só acreditaria em suas palavras se o próprio imperador vinhesse perante a mim e dissesse que eu poderia confiar em você. E pelo que eu saiba, o imperador tem mais afazeres importantes. Ele não veria pessoalmente por algo como você.

Olha, sinceramente, se fosse outra pessoa em meu lugar, eu realmente não vinha. Mandava um guarda vim prender o traidor que teve a audácia de invadir o quarto de um hóspede da família real.

━ Você tem razão em casa palavra que pronuncia, no entanto, acho que você deveria puxar a cortina.

Itachi: Isso é o melhor que pode pensar?

━ Estou me esforçando aqui, sabe…

Itachi: Eu não me importo com monstros. ━ uma lâmina passou pelo meu torso, dando um arranhão profundo que me fez estremecer de dor. ━ Vou levá-lo até meus pais e eles lidaram com você do jeito Uchiha.

“Jeito Uchiha”? Eles vão me estraçalhar?

━ Espere-! Itachi, me escute- eu… ômeg- ━ A faca do meu torso se cravou profundamente, me deixando congelado pela dor.

Itachi: Monstro não tem direito de me chamar de Ômega. Só quem tem esse direito é meu futuro marido.

Que sorte a minha, então.

━ Que sorte a dele… não é?

Não posso encostar em um fio de cabelo dele agora. Amanhã é o teste físico onde todos aqueles que estiverem na lista que entreguei hoje mais cedo, vão passar por um exame físico, onde todo o seu corpo será exposto para mim, médico real e a família do candidato. Se ele tiver um arranhão que seja identificado como um adultério, ele será desclassificado imediatamente.

━ Pode me ferir, mas por gentileza, me leve para fora do seu quarto. Eu só irei sair.

Itachi: Nunca. Pela porta você não sai. Ficará amarrado até meus pais conseguirem te pegar e lhe levar para a punição dos Uchihas, pelo crime de tentar arruinar as chances do meu clã entrar na família real.

━ …eu não queria entrar aqui, foi um acidente ao acaso. Não lhe farei mal algum.

Itachi: Um monstra fala muitas mentiras com uma voz tão inocente. Bem como minha mãe disse para mim. Asqueroso.

Eu tô começando a me ofender.

Itachi: Um homem adulto desacompanhado deixando o dormitório de um ômega não acasalado no meio da noite quando a lua atingiu seu pico mais alto, não seria inapropriado?! Inapropriado o bastante para me desclassificarem.

Foi algo do tipo que Orochimaru acabou de dizer para mim no quarto de Haku.

Itachi: Diferente do que muitos pensam, essa não é uma batalha contra o imperador. A batalha contra ele se encerra quando ele escolhe os rostos que mais o agradam. Quando isso acontece, a guerra de verdade começa. Família contra família, clã contra clã. É um verdadeiro massacre. E os que se tornam parte do Harém são os mais fortes de todos. A família com mais influência ganha, a beldade mais bonita e pura ganha. Mas… ━ Rangeu os dentes ━ Há um ser nesse palácio, que vai conseguir a posição melhor, o amor do imperador só para ele. Sem ter que sacrificar nada, sem ter que se humilhar, sem ter que dormir com os olhos abertos a noite com medo de um monstro repulsivo como você invadir. Ele vai ter tudo de mão beijada. Aquele que está acima da imperatriz, o órfão que tem o coração do imperador seguro em suas garras.

De “monstro repulsivo” eu virei psicólogo? Se bem, esse a quem ele está se referindo é o Haku, certo?

Itachi: Meus familiares me forçaram a odiar esse homem com todas as minhas forças. E sabe por que estou contando algo tão sério para você? Porque hoje você não verá o sol nascer novamente. ━ aprofundou a adaga, me fazendo ofegar pela dor. ━ Uma coisa que não pude contar a ninguém por toda a minha vida. Uma coisa que não tive escolha desde o começo. Eu até que tenho simpatia pelo órfão. Ele deve sofrer igual a mim. Bem, não como eu. Ele está nas graças do imperador afinal de contas.

Mikoto: Minha criança, recebemos seu chamado. ━ Disse entrando rapidamente no quarto. Engoli em seco, percebendo que me joguei na cova dos leões sem ao menos perceber. ━ Fugaku, acenda algumas velas.

Sem ter muito o que fazer, apenas fiquei parado lá. Quando a luz da vela chegou às minhas feições, suspiros surpresos encheram a atmosfera do quarto.

Fugaku: Vossa majestade?

━ Bem, olá. ━ Olhou para Itachi, vendo o mesmo se afastar com um olhar apavorado e com a mão toda ensanguentada. Segurei o lado do meu corpo, puxando a adaga para fora com um grunhido de dor.

Itachi: Vossa majestade- eu- eu achei que fosse um… violador.

━ O “monstro asqueroso”. Isso ficou bem claro, ômega. ━ Deu ênfase no “ômega”, pois sabia que Itachi não poderia o contrariar agora, já que ele sendo o imperador, não estava errado em dizer isso. Revelando que já o escolheu para um dos cargos disponíveis como amante. ━ Mas, nesse caso, sinto lhe ter perturbado em seu sono. Eu estava apenas querendo lhe convidar para nos conhecermos melhor um pouco antes do previsto, só eu você e a lua como testemunha do nosso encontro. No entanto, não saiu como eu pretendia. Certamente que não.

Itachi: Encontro? Mas por que entrou pela janela no meio da noite? Isso é imensamente inapropriado, vossa majestade.

━ Justamente por não ser apropriado que eu vim pela janela. Uma maneira bem rústica, eu sei. Mas foi a solução que encontrei em meio aos meus pensamentos de querer ver-te. Era apenas um jantar inocente, não ousaria tocar-te de maneira inapropriada um dia antes dos exames físicos.

Itachi não parecia engolir aquela história toda fantasiosa que o imperador contava, nem o seu pai, Fugaku. Em contrapartida, sua mãe estava totalmente encantada pelas palavras do imperador, já completamente comprada por aquelas palavras vazias.

━ Aí. ━ Tocou no ferimento, estancando o sangue de forma errônea. ━ Você não está errado em agir dessa forma. Não se culpe por isso. Há realmente muitos “monstros asqueroso” por todas as partes, mas dou-lhe minha palavra que não sou desse tipo.

Mikoto: Então, eu e o seu pai vamos deixá-los a sós. Itachi sabe como dar os primeiros socorros corretamente, à vossa majestade. Você certamente está em boas mãos. ━ Os dois saíram quase correndo, deixando os dois a sós para Itachi lidar com essa oportunidade de ouro. Era certamente uma coisa muito grande o imperador estar com seu filho agora.

Sasuke: … ━ Suspirou ao ver seus pais cochichando perto da porta do quarto do irmão mais velho. Algo grande estava acontecendo essa noite.

Itachi: Sente-se logo. E saiba que não acreditei em nenhuma palavra dita por ti. Isso realmente não foi uma boa desculpa, vossa majestade.

━ Não vai me chamar mais de monstro?

Itachi: Como se eu tivesse escolha.

━ Você não está tão recatado e encantado como estava hoje mais cedo.

Itachi: Depende muito da situação, se não percebeu. ━ Itachi, deitou o imperador na cama. O olhando bem o ferimento, mesmo sendo muito ruim ele teria que fazer algo sobre isso. Rápido. ━ Por que invadiu meu quarto no meio da noite? Quero a verdade. E pode retirar a parte de cima. Tenho que ver o machucado sem roupa cobrindo.

━ Estava falando com alguém, mas fomos interrompidos.

Itachi: Imagino que seja seu amado.

━ Você é esperto. Descobriu rapidamente. Sim, eu estava com o “órfão” que você mencionou antes. Seu nome é Haku. ━ Itachi apenas levantou a sobrancelha esquerda, como se dissesse onde isso importava naquele momento.

Itachi: Um nome encantador. ━ Falou baixo, vendo o alfa retirar a roupa, abaixou o olhar sentindo o rosto esquentar, sabia que isso seria vergonhoso, e que estaria acabado toda e qualquer chance de ter algum posto bom além de concubina.

“Concubina ainda é bom, concubina ainda é bom.” Forçou esse mantra a entrar em sua mente, enquanto preparava o equipamento que tinha em seu kit de primeiros socorros.

━ Sei que é. ━ Sorriu, e nesse momento que Itachi jogou um pouco de álcool experimental na ferida, trazendo uma dor agonizante, mas suportável. ━ Você é ciumento?

Itachi: Com o que eu deveria exatamente sentir esse tipo de sentimento repulsivo? Não tenho medo de perder algo que nunca me pertenceu para começo de conversa. Então esse sentimento está longe de estar presente.

━ Eu deveria ter previsto isso então.

Itachi: Hum… ━ Começando com o trabalho, pegando a agulha, a linha de costura logo em seguida reforçando o fio. Começou a costurar a pele do alfa, escutando seus resmungos ocasionais. O tempo passou rápido e em um completo silêncio. Deixando desconfortável para ambos os machos. Acabou finalmente 10 pontos, jogando novamente o bebida sobre o machucado ━ Peço que a vossa majestade vá ver o médico real e explique o que aconteceu a ele. Ele irá examinar como um profissional.

━ Veremos.

Itachi: Mas, antes disso, por favor continue sua história fantasiosa.

━ Está insinuando que é mentira minha?

Itachi: Nunca ousaria, vossa majestade.

━ Hm. Bem, Haku acabou de me dar a maior rejeição da minha vida.

Itachi: Receio que não seja algo muito difícil de conseguir. ━ Murmurou.

━ O que?

Itachi: Nada, vossa majestade. Continue.

━ Enfim, depois dele ter me dado a maior rejeição que já tive em minha vida, uma empregada veio bater em sua porta. Não querendo manchar ainda mais sua imagem perante a sociedade, resolvi pular para a varanda do lado. Pensando erroneamente que estava desocupada.

Itachi: Aquele ômega, lhe rejeitou mesmo? ━ Perguntou ele, ainda duvidoso da situação que se encontrava. Mas, se realmente houve uma rejeição, há esperanças para um relacionamento de tranquilidade com o imperador. No entanto, se não houver uma rejeição… daqui para frente tudo será ainda mais difícil, mas insuportável.

━ Rejeitou.

Mentira digamos que não era, mas verdadeiramente honesto ele não estava sendo. Ele realmente foi rejeitado no início, mas acabou que no final ele ganhou a tão sonhada aceitação.

Itachi: Dizer que isso me deixa feliz é um eufemismo. Principalmente se você não estiver faltando com a verdade. E como imperador, espero tudo menos uma falta de verdade em suas palavras, Vossa Majestade.

━ Fala como se não se importasse, mas, isso é realmente o que está sentindo nesse momento? Felicidade ou um alívio momentâneo?

Itachi: Me recuso a responder isso.

━ Alívio momentâneo, então. ━ Deduziu, se aproximando do ômega, o colocando contra a varanda da janela. Um impulso errôneo para trás e seria uma queda para lamentar. Itachi engoliu sua saliva, que acumulou por alguns segundos na boca, ele se sentiu desconfortável e indefeso perante o alfa em sua frente, já que ele estava desarmado.

Se concentre, Itachi. Ele tem um ferimento de adaga na lateral do corpo, se for longe demais isso, é só apertar a ferida e ele não vai poder fazer nada.

━ Olhe para mim. ━ O alfa pegou no queixo do ômega, forçando eles a olhar um no olho do outro. M/n se abaixou, chegando perigosamente perto dos lábios do outro, fazendo Itachi ofegar com surpresa e negar com a cabeça.

Itachi: Por favor, não. ━ era como se ele tivesse perdido todas as forças perante aquele homem musculoso a sua frente. ━ Tenho que ser intocado e puro.

━ Não é como se alguém pudesse medir a pureza dos seus lábios, além de que, sou seu futuro alfa. ━ Os batimentos do coração de Itachi estavam deixando seus sentidos bagunçados, fazendo ele fechar os olhos com força e tentar virar o rosto, mas não conseguiu. As respirações de ambos já haviam se misturado, seus olhos presos um no outro novamente. M/n, umedeceu seus lábios, sorrindo.

Itachi: “Futuro alfa”? Vossa majestade- mm-! ━ Itachi ficou em êxtase quando sentiu os lábios de [Nome] contras os seus pela primeira vez. O seu rosto estava em chamas e seu coração estava como um louco de tanto que palpitava. Ele cedeu timidamente, não vendo outra escolha a não ser aproveitar aquela sensação. Ele fechou os olhos, pressionando os lábios contra os quentes de [Nome].

[Nome] sorriu, aproveitando a inexperiência do ômega. Com sua mão, agora emaranhada nos fios soltos do cabelo da nuca de Itachi, ele guiou o mesmo para a posição certa do beijo. M/n se afastou com selinhos calmos.

━ Abra os lábios para mim e depois me siga com meus movimentos. ━ Ordenou, se aproximando novamente, só que agora passou a língua pelos lábios inchados de Itachi, incentivando ele a abrir a boca. Quando ele fez, mesmo relutante, Itachi abriu os lábios e se deixou levar. M/n introduziu a língua lentamente, sem pressa para não assustar, depois começou a guiar o beijo, fazendo de um jeito que agradasse os dois. ━ A virgindade dos lábios já tirei, agora só faltam alguns lugares. ━ Sorriu, provocativo, mas antes que ele pudesse fazer qualquer outra ação, sua visão ficou turva, deixando ele tonto e suas pernas perderam a força. Por instinto, ele se jogou para trás. Ainda com noção que em sua frente havia um ômega e atrás do ômega um precipício.

Itachi: Vossa majestade!!

Itachi tentou segurar o imperador, para ele não cair no chão, mas por conta da diferença de tamanho e peso, ele não conseguiu o segurar. E conseguiu impedir que a cabeça batesse com força total no chão.

Sem muita coisa para fazer, além de já ter desistido de tentar o acordar, o Uchiha colocou ele em sua cama, se sentando ao seu lado para esperar pacientemente o imperador acordar e ir embora dos seus aposentos.

[...]

As horas foram passando, os pensamentos de Itachi cada vez mais lentos e confusos, até que sua cabeça bateu contra o ombro do imperador e lá ele adormeceu.

Inconscientemente, o imperador o puxou para cima de si. Colocando uma perna em cima de suas coxas, e ajeitando a cabeça de Itachi em seu peito. Quando voltou a ficar confortável, ele voltou a dormir.

[...]

Sasuke: Onii-chan! ━ Entrou no quarto sem nenhuma cerimônia, fazendo a porta bater na parede e voltar. Quando ele olhou na direção da cama do irmão, o vaso com água que ele carregava em sua mão caiu, acordando os dois homens na cama ━ Se afaste do meu irmão! ━ gritou.

Os dois homens olharam surpresos e assustados para Sasuke, vendo a proximidade que eles estavam, se separaram em um pulo. O imperador, levantando da cama e ficando ao lado, mas a dor forte de sua ferida o fez cair na cama de novo.

Sasuke se aproximou para afastar o alfa do seu irmão, vendo isso, Itachi o impediu, olhando sério para ele.

Itachi: É o imperador. ━ Lembrou ele.

Sasuke: Não é porque ele é o imperador que pode vir em seu quarto lhe desrespeitar assim! Isso que estão fazendo é uma coisa que só podem fazer depois da cerimônia de matrimônio, Onii-chan!!

Itachi: Não fizemos nada.

Sasuke: Dormiram juntos!

━ Se acalmem! Ou pessoas vão começar a aparecer e ficará difícil para as imagens dos dois. ━ Declarou, se sentando mais uma vez na cama.

Sasuke: Levante-se!

Itachi: Sasuke!

Sasuke: Onii-chan!! Ele tem que sair rápido. Já é de manhã! O que acham que vão pensar se virem ele em sua cama? Você não se tornará a mãe do império!

Quando Sasuke disse isso, Itachi arregalou os olhos, olhando para o imperador com receio.

Itachi: Não fizemos nada que pudesse comprometer isso- ━ É interrompido quando Sasuke o puxou para perto de si e afastou os dois da cama, erguendo o braço de forma protetora na frente do irmão e encarou o imperador.

Sasuke: Vista sua camisa. ━ Mandou. Foi então que Itachi pode ver que seu irmão mais novo estava tremendo, mas mesmo assim estava o tentando proteger.

Itachi: Sasuke… perdoe seu irresponsável irmão mais velho. ━ Disse, envolvendo Sasuke em um abraço fraterno. ━ Por não perceber que estava tão assustado assim.

Sasuke: Itachi-nii? ━ Perguntou confuso, mas mesmo assim não baixou sua guarda.

Itachi: Vossa majestade, já é de manhã.

━ Certo, me desculpe pelo transtorno. ━ Disse saindo pela janela mais uma vez, mas não sem dar uma última olhada nos irmãos Uchiha.

Fugaku: Que gritaria foi essa? ━ Disse entrando com sua esposa no quarto.

Sasuke: Um rato gigantesco estava deixando o quarto do meu Onii-chan sujo. O quarto tem que ser desinfetado.

Itachi: Sasuke… ? ━ Perguntou incrédulo pelo modo que ele estava se referindo ao imperador.

Sasuke: Onii-chan, vou lhe ajudar com o banho. Suas roupas estão cobertas com esse líquido vermelho. Está no seu período menstrual? Logo na semana do teste? Ainda não anunciaram quem vai está nessa próxima fase, mas com certeza o Onii-chan passou! O rato- digo, o imperador até lhe deu uma joia! Então com certeza vai ter seu nome na lista.

[...]

Orochimaru: Onde esteve? ━ Perguntou, deitado na cama do imperador, como se estivesse em sua própria cama. ━ Lhe aguardei a noite toda, mas não apareceu. Tive que dormir longe dos meus dois ômegas por sua causa. Tem que arcar com as consequências e me libertar dos meus serviços por três dias.

Examinou o imperador, vendo ele com a mão ensanguentada e suas roupas sujas de sangue enquanto entrava pela janela do próprio quarto.

Orochimaru: Um assassino? ━ Perguntou, pegando rapidamente o seus materiais médicos, mas antes disso correu até o lado da sala, onde puxou o tecido que era ligado a um sino que quando era tocado, era ouvido somente na sala da grande médica real, Tsunade, ômega de Orochimaru. ━ Estava bem quando o vi mais cedo! Era para ter chegado aqui em segurança.

━ Não vou contar.

Orochimaru: Não estou para brincadeira!

━ Foi o ômega Uchiha. Ele pensou que eu era um “monstro repugnante” que estava lá para lhe forçar a perder sua virgindade e consequentemente seu lugar ao meu lado. ━ Se deitou na cama.

Orochimaru: A conferência de anúncio sobre os candidatos a consortes e concubinas é daqui a uma duas horas. Depois do café real com toda a família real.

Tsunade: Aquele sino em minha parede estava ficando enferrujado por não ter sido usado durante anos. O que aconteceu para tocarem aquela tranqueira velha? ━ Perguntou, entrando com seu equipamento. Vendo as condições do M/n, rapidamente se pôs ao seu lado, olhando a ferida ━ Uma adaga. Não perfurou nenhum órgão vital, essa ferida foi feita a mais ou menos oito horas atrás por mãos habilidosas. Achou um gato mal humorado que gosta de arranhar, vossa majestade?

━ Você não tem ideia. ━ Suspirou, finalmente sentindo o efeito da anestesia dá o alívio merecido, depois de tantas horas. ━ Mas valeu a pena.

Tsunade: Noite proveitosa?

━ Com certeza. ━ sorriu, lentamente adormecendo ━ Já tenho dois ômegas.

Quando o imperador finalmente dormiu, a mini cirurgia começou, com muitas conversas aqui e ali.

Tsunade: Já tem dois ômegas?

Orochimaru: Um sabemos que é o Haku, já o outro… tenho minhas suspeitas fixas no clã Uchiha. Ele tem mais de sete candidatos, ele prestou atenção em três em específico, então imagina que seja um desses três.

Tsunade: Três Uchiha? Isso vai ficar animado.

Orochimaru: Tudo indica isso, dois são irmãos e um acho que deve ser primo ou um amigo próximo do irmão mais velho. Falando em clãs, tem até um concorrente do clã Uzumaki.

Tsunade: Mas eles não foram confirmados ainda, além do Itachi Uchiha que recebeu a jóia, nenhum daqueles homens já tem seu lugar garantido no harém. Não acha?

Orochimaru: Pode até ser, mas um ruivinho nesse harém vai ter, eu lhe garanto.

Tsunade: Será? Vamos fazer uma aposta!

Orochimaru: E lá vamos nós… ━ Murmurou ━ Se concentrar na ferida! Se ele morrer é culpa tua!

Tsunade: Não vai ter nenhum ruivo!

Orochimaru: Aposta feita.

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~{ Heyyy you gremlins, I’m adding one of my other one of my favs into my growing collection of shit, Harpy’s!! I like them and think they’re neat so enjoy this }~

•Harpy•

Damien was being punished for being “Too rough” with criminals than what Father and the rest of the family thought was “Appropriate” so he was to be benched until further notice.

Damien was just doing what was needed and he was being punished for it so here he is walking around on the Wayne estate until he sees a bird a crow to be specific on the ground with one of its wings sticking up and obviously broken by the way it was bent.

So Damien walks over and assesses the damage as well as he can from next to the bird and it seems he has caught the bird’s attention as it looks to him as if it’s judging his soul and Damien can’t help but feel impressed.

After a minute or two the bird moves closer to Damien and Damien makes the move to pick it up and the crow allows him the honor of doing so.

As Damien picks up the crow he starts the walk back to the manner where he can set the wing straight and bandage it up, But Father most likely won’t let him take of the crow as he is “Grounded” as Father said but what Father doesn’t know won’t hurt him…

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After 3 to 4 weeks of taking care of the crow [And hiding the crow from the others in the manner] their wing has fully recovered [and Damian is still benched].

So well the others are out Damien picks up the crow and makes the walk back to where he first found the crow and sits on the ground with them still in his arms before he sets them down on the ground and unbandaging their wing.

After a minute or two of the crow flapping their wings to just move it, they take off flying and start to fly around Damien before flying into some woods on the edge of the Wayne estate and Damien follows them into the woods.

About 5 or so minutes later Damien follows the crow to a tall tree [How has this not been noticed before now?] with hundreds of other crows around it and the crow that he has been taking care of lands on the outstretched hand of a person with black crow feathers mixed in with the rest of their short mess black hair but what caught Damien’s attention the most were their large black wings on their back.

And when Damien makes a step closer to the tree he steps on a branch, and gaining the beings light surprised blue eyes at his presences.

Oh so this is what mother felt when she met father…

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So Danny has to leave his world because the GIW + his parents somehow [VLAD] got blood blossoms and started to use them in their weapons.

And it was BAD for Danny, he now has scars on his arms and legs from it and Jazz, Tucker, and Sam all told them to GTFO because they would rather have a far away brother/best friend than a fully dead one to Danny books it to the DC Universe where he ends up in Gotham and somehow gets taken in by the local crow population.

And this starts to change how Danny looks and acts due to spending so much time with the crows of Gotham.

So that’s how we ended up here.

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•Danny’s appearance•

Couldn’t find a drees I liked or that would actually work with his wings to I went “F*** this I’ll make the bitch” and now we have this

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~{ And that’s it! I hope you gremlins like it until next time byeeeeee }~

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