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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years ago

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An Impromptu Duchess Chapter Three

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Summary: with the wedding done you and charleslook forward to martial bliss, but Anne is stirring the pot and tries to manipulate your and charles fortunes. Its just a shame she doesnt know who she is dealing with.

Wanrings: adult situation 18+, smut,first time smut, sexual references, swearing, Confrontation, fluff, derogatory terminology, era appropriate veiws.

A/n: so here is number 3 the smut might not be that brilliant but i didnt feel i,e wroti g super detailed smut. Here is where the plot thickens slighrly. I hopw you all enjoy loves!

Let the typos run free! no word count but its long probly anout 15000-18000 words?

The next morning you were giddy rolling over in the large bed right into charles. He was fast asleep still on his back one arm stretched out across the mattress with your head resting on it.

You took a moment to admire him. The love of your life, your man, Your husband, your duke. And now you were a dutchess. It was almost too much to think about, your excitement threatening to make you burst at the seams. You awoke this morning feeling better than ever. You had a future, a secure future, a husband and a home. A title and a right to be here. Nothing could ever be better then that. Nothing more meaningful and precious then to have family and a home, a true sense of belonging. And a bright furture that would be full of children if you were lucky enough.

You traced his jaw carefully, soaking in the sight of a truly content man. He was relaxed in his slumber, a light ghost of a smile grazing his lips. But why shouldnt he be happy, last night had been. Well~

You were nervous when he brought you to his rooms. You felt timid and scared, the marital bed seemed huge and ominous. The carved dark wood of the four poster bed was very imposing, dominating the room with a deep rooted primal feel. You felt as though you were in an alpha males den waiting to be ravaged. But that was exactly what this was, as unnerving as the bed was you couldnt deny the thrill you felt as your eyes locked onto it.

It was covered by heavy blankest of slike and velvet even a fur blanket casually thrown across the top. The closer you looked the more it reminded you of the aforementioned man cave. you thought it was almost frightening to behold and that was before you untied the drapes that fell from the thick red velvet canopy and made it more like a little den.

Many ladies you knew said you normally played cards and drank wine before landing in the bed with your new husband. The wine was to cln your nerves but there was always a risk that too much would hinder your husbands ability. Or thats what youd been told, you wasnt realy sure what that meant.

You and Charles had not dallied he had said he'd waited long enough and scooped you into his arms before youd even entered his chambers, waltzing across the threshold kicking the door shut with a swift sharp jerk on his foot.

You flushed remembering the way he'd staggered across the room to the bed. His mouth was hot, tongue dexterous as many women had claimed, swiping across your neck, teeth capturing your pulse as your body came to life.

Yoh didnt even remeber your feet touch the floor, you were far to warpped up in Charles' mouth. The hands roaming you cupping and squeezing at you. In a flurry of movements, harsh tugs and a little coaxing from his trusty boot knife he'd rid you of your dress and had you in your shift.

He paused admiring you slowly, eyes glittering as his gaze roamed you. It made you flush feeling on display like a fine painting hung in a gallery for all to see, his fingers had trembled when he reached for you. Fingers pinching the ties holding the shift securely. A teasing tug was all it took to uncover you, revealing you to his gaze after many years of wanting. His hand glided over you bare skin lightly cupping the side of your breast, thumb circling your nipple coaxing a shiver from you. The first warmth of sinful pleasure washing over you. At the time youd been taken by surprise, gasping sweetly from the sensation if only youd know then how much charles knew of your body, how quickly he could tear you apart ridding you of propriety and lead you into the deepest sweetest depths of lust and love.

And he had been quick, ridding himself of his own wedding garments. You paused blinking waking yourself from the memories and looked to his defined chest. Why recall a memory of such a fine male when he was right there beside you?

Your hand left his jaw a slow pull down his neck over his collarbone and down further. Charles shuddederd under the touch his breath hitching, but you continued drawing a line down, dragging the blanket that hid him from you down with your hand.

He was divine. Fit and lean defined muscles, but he wasnt over bearing or frightening to behold. A teasingly pleasant amout of manly hair coating his chest tapering into a point only to thicken out once more around his very generous manhood. Almost too generous.

You'd never been more thankfull for you attraction to him then the moment you saw him completely bare. Your smalls dampened from just the sight alone, your female desire breaking through the aprihension and fear. Charles had soothed you cooing and hushing you into a calm, before he claimed you.

Your skin tingled reliving the night. There had been pain the small spotting of blood on the sheets had been the only reminder. Charles was a gifted lover, he'd been gentle and managed to fulfill every fantasy youd ever had for your wedding night. He wa sweet and very giving, a gentleman in every sense. Teasing you with soft caresses and delicate kisses.

Once he had you a weeping puddle of a woman before him he finally decided it was time to have his wicked way with you. Even when entering you it was with the upmost respect and baited breath, he worshipped you each and every moment. Reminding you how beautiful you were as he pressed himself between your thighs with slow soft tilts of his hips.

Youd been surprised by the night, crying out and clawing at his back when your body finally awakened below him. Thighs spreading wider arching up to him again and again as he swallowed your moans. It had to be magic- witch craft or something. But you didn't care! Youd welcome witchcraft for such pleasure. All you knew was that somehow charles had managed to pull every ounce of strength from you.

Growling and biting at your flesh groaning into you as your lungs felt heavy with the weight of his lust. Hips rutting into you harder as your body pulled at him, insides trying feebly to hold onto his girth. But his hips were powerful and continued to jerk against you. The loud song of your lovemaking being drowned out by the swift beating of his sweat slicked thighs slapping against yours making the soft skin red and tender.

Then something marvellous happened, his fingers roamed between you and with a wolfish grin he pressed a small kiss to your cheek. You hadnt understood what he was doing, but before you could enquire the pads of his fingers brushed against you finding what felt like a forbidden gem. You jerked up to his hand cryingnout as he rolled the small bead of flesh in quick circles and unpredictable patterns.

"Charles?!" You cried out again wanting to ask him what he was doing, wanting to warn him that you felt peculiar. But charles laughed out loud between his heavy grunts and pants still grinding his hils jnto you.

"Exactly love~ charles~ C-h-a-r-l-e-s" you moaned throwingnyou head back into the pillows as his fingers slowed firmly moving against you spelling out his name in a strangy erotic claiming. He was gojng to make yoh fall into rapture from writing his name over and over on your most intimate secret!

The thought of it was what sent you tipping over that egde into a delicious unknown. It was instant like the cutting of a taught bow string you seemed to come undone, unravelling beneath him in a glorious and otherwordly fashion. Lights danced befor your eyes and your body trembled quivering uncontrollablely, delicious shocks roaming through your entire body unlike anything youd ever felt. All the sensations quickly settled around your womanhood before exploding in a final blaze of glory making you clutch at him and cry out. Had you not been partaking in so ething as lewd as ravenous sex youd have thought youd gone to heaven and met the almighty at the pearly gates. Only to fall back down to earth, soul being crammed back jnto your body completely spent and confused. Just intime for charles to roar his own release spending uimself inside of you.

Youd both laid there curling around one another kissing and touching before finding the temptation of one another too much to resist and quickly pulled yourself below your new husband again and again. Your less then virtuous ladies had said mens affections normally lasted a few mineuts and were few and far between, that males recovered slowly once they erupted and most times fell asleep for the remainder of the night. Some of your ladies had even admitted to toying with their less desirable bed mates with their hands to ensure they did not have to actually with these hideous men, but just milk them. But charles had been more then capable, he'd taken you four times during the night each time introduceing more into the act, pinches, bites, soft strikes on your bottom.

At one point he'd dropped to his knees before you when you hadn't quite finished for him. Without a care to his own release coating your tender petals he'd dragged youd down the bed, away from anything you could grab and use to pull away from him. With a quick grunt and wave of his hands he'd pressed your legs open wide over his shoulders a feasted on you like a man dying of thirst. You'd complained at first embarassed by the new position, but succumbed to him in a rush of womanly desire. Crumbling on the bed as he lapped and sucked his way across your womanhood making you wither and fall into your own pleasure once more.

You sighed feeling a heated flush crawl up your chest and neck making your cheeks tint red. You shuffled towards charles and then gently laid down on his chest, curling into him. Closeing your eyes deciding to enjoy this blissful moment, because your sure that there is going to be hell to pay over the next few weeks now that the bolyns had missed out on controling you, as well as the king.

"For a moment I feared in was dead, i must be because god has sent a fair angel to rouse me from my slumber" you jumped gasping turning to look at charles whos spoke lazily while winding his arms around you pinning you to his chest purring like a contented cat.

"Im afraid i am no angel, just your mortal wife" you quipped back perssjngnyour lips to his chest sweetly lathering him with kisses and nuzzling into him. You jumped as one lf his hands dipped below the covers and cradled your bottom pulling you against him whilst tipping his head down kissing your hair.

"You are my saving grace. An angel of a woman sent by god himself to watch over me. I just happened to be cunning enough to swindle a marriage out of this divine being." You giggled tipping your head down before shyly drubbing your nose against his warm chest nuzzling the male fuzz that christened his frame. You glided your hand across his stomach before speaking quietly desperate to remain as free and rambunctious as you normally were but you felt much more vulnerable then you ever had before.

"Perhaps it is i who swindled you husband~ after all i gained more from this~ escaped harlots wrath and lonely existance with a terrible husband and now have a family, title, home, the right to be here at court, a son to love and raise and the love of my life by my side untill death~" you hummed trying to express how blessed you felt but remain light and happy, you didnt want to weep over him on the first day of your marriage.

Charles chuckled and held you tighter to himself ducking down pressing long heartfelt kisses to your head. Youd never know he to felt emotional. That years of silently loving you, praying to god thatone day youd notice him had built up, the anxiety and stress from having you so close yet so far all this time had become a huge pressure. But his prayers had been answered and this stress was now releasing. He wanted to cry and laugh and run arohnd yelling his heart victory from the top of his lungs, to gush about his new wife to anyone who would listen. He knew full well this marriage would show him as a lovesick fool. But he didnt care becuase he was your love sick fool.

"And i-I gained the woman who my heart has pined for since i was a boy. The most magnificent woman in all of england, fearless beautiful and extremly intelligent and now my very own to have and to hold.So lets call it even~ unless you wish to repay me for my valiant, and completely selfless rescue of a fair maiden~" when he spoke here was a strain in his words a quiver to his voice. He didnt need to tell you he was over the moon and wracked bysuch powerful raw emotions. You could feel it, but you were thankfull he had ended playfully with a smirk that threatened to unravel you all over again.

"Hmm well white knights usually get a kiss~ but it do believe we shared more then that last night?" You quipped grinning at him impishly ipping your head to him with a wink.

"I dont recall ever being a knight milady~ I am a duke and you shall find quickly that my price is much higher then a simple kiss" charles rumbled gliding hos fingers down the back of your ribs making you shiver. Yoh quirked a brow at him and tilted your head before speaking feigning innocence as you spoke.

"Then perhaps two will suffice your grace?" Charles' face lit up with a mischievous glee and then pounced, rolling over dragging you below him with a deep boisterous laugh.

"Come here you~" he grolwed out playfully before pressing the tips of his fingers into your sides whilst holding you down with his hulking mass, diving forward littering bites and kisses across your neck and shoulder. You squealed and tried tussleing with him, squirming and laughing as his hands found every sensitive nook and cranny. But then again tickle wars had been waged between yoh both since you were young, so he had an unfair advantage. But your childish laughter soon became a much more sultry sound as his mouth descended onto your own, his fingers had sunk lower during his tickle attack and now dipped between you both quickly pinching at the still tender bud.

"Now I do believe a certain duchess owes me a reward for my selflessness~" he rasped with a cheeky grin not giving you any time to respond, instead he moved, flickingnhis fingers just right to have you moaning wordlessly into the room. All yoh could to was nod to him, suddenly needing him to have you once more.

"what- you do not have to go?! Y/N stay!" Henry was yelling throwing yet another 'royal tantrum' he followed you as you roamed about your room placing your last few jewels into a small travel jewellery chest.

You were angry, more then angry you were livid. Charles had tried to warn henry of Annes less then virtuous escapades at the french court and had been exiled from court. Charles had to leave with haste that night, leaving you here alone with edward like sitting ducks. So you instructed for your travel chests to be brought to your rooms and a carridge arranged to take you to your new home in suffolk. No more then an hour later had the king came thundering into your room shouting,

"I'm going with my husband Harry" you spoke quietly through grit teeth. You knew who ordered this. That Anne was trying to split you from charles, she believed the king would hold yoh here against your will and youd remain here at court vulnerable. That spitefull woman had allowed you two weeks! Fourteen days of marital bliss before funding a way to stir the pot once more. It was clear Anne did not have a clue about your and henrys relationship, you were probably the only woman who could outright defy the king and remain breathing. She didnt see the mess she was getting herself into, because this is war. Anne will rue the day she tried to ruin your happiness a second time.

"No! No i will not allow it you will say here-" henry tried to maintain his authority standing stock still not making a move to stop you as you rounded him to your wardrobe pulling your heavy cloak from it. Then finally he couldnt help himself and reached out tugging the cloak fisting his hand into it keeping you still. With no warning you screamed at him in a rage.

"NO I WILL NOT STAY HERE AND WATCH YOU BE RULED BY THAT?! THAT?" You trailed off red faced and furious, not just by henrys actions but the situation he had inadvertently put you and edward in with little care! He had allowed anne to paint a target on not only your back but edwards aswell. He may not be a prince but at the tender age of two he had enemies already not just for his fathers past misdeeds but the fact he will oneday be a duke! And henry didnt seem to care!

"That what?" Henry growled dipping his head low, blue eyes dareing you to finish. It would seem your brother forgot who he was speaking too, you were no simpering little maid that would fall to his gaze so easily. You leant forward just as much eyes blazing with an icey fire of your own.

"Whore henry, she is a whore and deep down you know it, shes just like her sister" you hissed with no fear of consequence. You prided yourself on making henry hear what he needed to hear.

"how dare you-HOW DARE YOU? YOU OF ALL WHO I HAVE LOVED!?" Henry froze at first blinking stupidly before letting out a bellow that sounded like it should have come from a bull rather then a man.

"And that is why i dare Henry! Me and Charles both wish to see you happy." you began trying to do a little damage control, but it may be too late. Your anger at your brother was overpowering and had run away with you. But even if you wanted to calm him a little it did not mean you were going to step down and let him walk all over you.

"You are both blind with jealousy" henry spat pojnting at you before turning on his heal with rage hissing wordlessly. He did not want to loose his temper.

"No henry you are blind, fooled by her and her family! I just pray you are not blind when you see her moles!" You spoke precisely making sure to let him in on the information you'd become privvy to the last time you were in france.

"What? What are you talking about?! She has no moles" henry frowned spinning back to you confused wondering if you'd gone mad.

"That you have seen yet, Francis has told me of her, she has a destinct mole on the inside of her... opening" you clarified smirking inwardly youd got through to him somewhat and now the words had been said he could not deny your warning, he could not say you didnt try. You were covering your ass for later on.

"Preposterous! How would he know?" Henrys denial was swift as yoh anticipated but it did not matter youd said what needed to be said and no one could say otherwise.

"Yes how indeed, not even her dresser or ladies would know of it" you agreed useing his confusion to wrench your cloak free from the kings grasp. And pull it across your shoulders before fastening it.

"Are you sure he is not just spouting drivil to cause drama, you know how the french are" henry uttered with disdain watching as you moved across to the small pile of blankets that edward had dived under once the king at begun screaming.

"I was told of this before you had ever even met her, the night you bedded her sister... I do not care if you marry her henry, god knows I want you to be happy, but I want you to be careful aswell" you called over your shoulder as you dug through the blankets finding your son and pealed them from him. You hushed him sweetly lifting him to your hip shielding him with your heavy cloak.

"I need no protection, i am the king" you turned tohim with a scoff rolling your eyes before rocking back and forth with edward calming him. The poor thing was trembling in his little boots. You scowled at henry making him grow rigid under your gaze.

"That is why you need more protection then ever... Henry marry her, dont marry her I dont give a damn. But atleast ask yourself how she has managed to push away those closest to you. Or better yet why?" You began trying to atleast make henry think beyond his precious little harlot for once.

"Those most loyal to you for your entire life! Who have been there for you! And love you, you are a brother to both me and Charles... Ask yourself why its us she has targeted?" You ended with a heavy sigh. For the first time in your life henry semed to pause, truly confused and at a loss. The he was quickly finding excuses for his whore questionable behaviour.

"She was threatened by you i will admit- but Charles has been-"

"She was threatened by both of us... She is angry at me for escaping her families control, thinks me and Charles are out to get her- that im after her head!" You intterupted him cuttingmoff what ever reasoning he decided to bestow upon his mistress.

"Are you sister?" The question was cold and defensive, yet at the same time there appered to be genuine curiosity.

"of course not, I just want me and my family happy. Yet everyone wishes to use me. Im tired of it, tired of being seen as a means to an end." You said honestly, and it was the truth. You hated anne for her meddling but you didnt want to see her dead, just gone. You wanted to be left alone by her and her family, wanted to be left alone by everyone at court and live your life with your husband.

"I do not want to fallout with you. I can see you love her, but i wish for her to leave me be, her and her family. I also want you to be careful and think over everything. Excommunication is not to be taken lightly but... i will stand by you and support your decision. As long as you are happy" you broke the silence in a calm almost defeated manner but you had; had enough. You didnt want to be arguing and fighting tooth and nail each day at court. You didnt want to be used or manipulated into furthering someone elses standing.

"I do not wish to fight but... Charles repeated rumours of Anne, she will rage if i do not banish him for a turn" henry sighed finally calming down properly admitting the truth. It was sobering to hear that anne had outright manipulated the king, and you couldnt help think that had been the true reason behind his anger. Henry was aware of Annes control of him and he didnt like it yet he would look a fool if he ever admitted it or cast her out, he was in to deep things had gone too far and there was no turning back.

"I know you need to be seen doing something... But I need to stand with my husband now Henry. I am his wife and he takes precident now. I will send word when I arrive at the house" you explained to him slowly trying to coax him into seeing the bigger picture. Thanks to a certain mistresses ladies people at court thought you had been bedding the king for years, and that was why you disliked anna. As the rumour goes him marrying you to charles was a way to end your sordid affair, that henry had cast you aside for anne! If you stay when your husband is gone you'd be playing into that gossip. Anne was trying to put you in her shoes- the shoes of a kings whore.

"No- you are not leaving me. Charles is banished but you will stay! Do not presume to abandon me" henry said following you as you moved across your apartment rooms.

"I am not abandoning you. Anne is isolating you, there is a difference." You said tersly over your shoulder to him like a mother explaing consequences to a child. But paused looking back at your brother with a sad smile.

"Henry I love you. You are my brother, and no matter what I will always be here for you, whatever you need. But you have banished my husband I will not stay here alone open to any attack your fiance wishes to wage on me and edward." You said motioning to the frightened boy on your hip clutching at you wide teary eyes looking between you and the king.

"She will not, she has been told- do not... Do not go y/n not over this" henry said pleading wih his eyes. Your heart seized you felt bad but you had no choice yoh had to leave for your own good.

"As I said henry im always here for you, your loyal loving sister... I will return when we are no longer banished untill then i shall write to you, that is if you'll allow me to" you said with finallity askingnhim in your own way if you we free to send correspondence.

"you know you can always write to me"

"thank you henry... Brother, please take care of yourself whilst i am away... Watch thomas and lord rochford- and cromwell" you smiled and moved to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before swooping around and collecting the small chest of jewellery and heading out of the room. Henry seemed to freeze for a moment,slowly registering the fact that this was it. You were leaving him behind.

"N-no no! You are not going anywhere!" You closed our eyes hissing as henry called out to you in anger storming behind you to the door. But you continued to walk away from him. He will have to learn this lesson alone, have to learn what annes controlling petty behaviour would cause if unchecked. His harlot queen would come at a cost, and your absence will be the least severe.

"DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON ME?! LADY SUFFOLK- YOU GET BACK HERE AT ONCE! LADY SUFFOLK!?" Still you walked down the hall head held high despite feeling crushed on the inside. The hall was silent but for your heels on the stone floor and the screaming of the king.

"YOU ARE NOT STEPPING FOOT OUTSIDE OF THIS COURT MY LADY! YOU ARE MINE!" You stopped at that feeling a deep fury rise within you and you turned stomping your foot silencing all the whispers from the onlookers and making henry falter.

"I am lady Brandon. Duchess of sufolk and belong to none other than my husband... And where he goes I go. I will return when my household is no longer banished for trying to protect you from plots and schemes. Untill then you know where to find me if you have need of me. Good day your majesty" your tone was icey and words sharp, henry drew a deep breath eyes locked onto your wound tight form. You were livid and for the life of him he couldnt understand why? But he didnt have time to ponder as soon as you had finished speakjng you dipped into a curtsy and disappeared around the corner from his sight.

Leaving court was one of the best things you had done. Charles had been shocked when your carridge had arrived but he was pleased nonetheless. Immediatly introducing you to the small group of staff that kept the household running and showing you around the large home.

You adored it, the large grounds and rustic home that wasn't drenched with stone and opulent royal parfenalia. The days quickly found a new routine. You woke, and read in bed for a while or shared a bath with charles which more often then not ended up with the two of you all most flooding the room from sateing one another innthe steaming water. Even if you remained in your bed you usually found yourself tangled up beneath the sheets with your husband. You could hardly contain yourselves both drawn to each other like moths to a flame eager to be burnt with the others passions.

Then youd both help one another dress before coming down for breakfast joining Edward at the table. After that charles would go off to complete any work he needed to tend to before lunch and then join you and edward for your mid day meal after which he would spend the rest of the day with you and Edward occasionally slipping away with you privately to enjoy another romp somewhere on the estate. But you can be sure the next day your afternoon would be spent enjoyjng a family outing to make it up to little Edward.

Overnight life became simple and sweeter then ever, your time with charles consisting of stolen kisses and sweet whispers. Each day he reminded you of how much he loved you, and how happy both he and edward were now you were here completing their little family. He said you were the mother and wife they had both needed. To say you were shocked was an understatement you thought Charles would be brooding because of his exile but he seemed to flourish here, he was relaxed and jovial more then usual, he jested that he was glad to finally have you all to himself.

It was after a few weeks you found yourself sat on a thick blanket, a small picnic spread out next to you as Charles and Edward waded into the small stream searching for frogs with a small net. You giggled as Edward squealed happily at the small frog his father had pulled from his net, the boy splashed as he kicked his feet watching as charles placed the frog into the toddlers little bucket for him to see. Charles had wanted to fish today but once you suggested a picnic his plans changed and frog hunting was the new scheduled activity, charles didnt want any small sharp fishing hooks around edward quite yet.

"Show mama! Show mama!" Edward demanded holding his hands out to charles indicating he wanted to be scooped up from the water and show you his mighty haul. Yoh giggled as charles picked up the boy and climbed out of the water grimancing at his bare feet walked across the wet muddy bank before crossing the lush green grass.

"Oh? What have you caught me edward?" You asked smiling to the boy as charles placed him on the blanket before sitting down himself useing the corner to wipe both his and edwards feet dry.

"Fwog! Fwogs mama!" He exclaimed peering into the bucket as the frog made a loud ribbit before giggling finding the sound hilarious.

"Oh my! Look thats a huge catch! Im surprisedyou could lift your net! Hes nearly the size of you!" You said gasping, praisingnthe boys net skills making him preen.

"Big fwog!" He said proudly nodding his head enthusiastically making both you and charles laugh at him. He was such a happy boy, no longer shy and quiet around them but bright and curious. He wanted to know about everything all the time, never sit on the side lines instead he wanted to be at the center of the action.

"Yes he is. But i think its time to get some lunch in that tummy little man" you said wanting him to eat something before heading back into the little stream. He hadn't had anything since breakfast and that was a good few hours ago now.

"Fwogs mama?" Eward asked blinkingnup at you with pleading eyes wanting to get out of eating his lunch just yet.

"You can find more after your lunch" you promised as you plated up a small sandwich and sliced apple.but edward began whining watching you make a small plate of food.

"Come now edward dont whine listen to your mother. We will catch more frogs after we eat" charles said quickly intercepting any protest for his son. You grinned and watched as the boy reluctantly sat down letting you take a clean damp cloth and wipe over his hands. Edward was a good boy, a daddies boy and listened to charles every time, you couldnt help think it was because up untill now he had never been around his father much, so he craved the love and praise charles gave him more then anything inthe world.

It was when edward was tucking into his cheese sandwich that he pointed and began getting excited again.

"'Orsey! 'Orsey" you and charles frowned and turned to see this horse. Edward pojnted yoh both inthe direction still excited about the approaching stranger.

"what? Who is that- oh" you uttered as a horseman came riding across the field. You frowned it was one of the kings messengers. Your stomach dropped and you felt as if your quiet reprieve has come to an end. You waited for the messenger to dismount his horse and approach you.

"Here, a letter for your grace... No- my lord its.. For lady sufolk.. I was instructed to give it to her alone.. No one else and im to stay for a reply- his majesties orders--in person!" The young man seemed to falter when he corrected Charles who had reached out for the sealed letter, obviously expecting a retaliation or scolding for being disrespectful to a duke. But charles waved him off letting you take the neatly folded parchment.

"Thank you, you look famished, go return to the house you and your horse are to have food and rest, I will reply today so you may return this evening" you spoke dismissing him politly wanting to read this without prying eyes, charles you trusted but kings messengers were easily bought.

"Thank you your grace" the man bowed before returning to his horse and making his way in the direction of your large estate. You looked at the folded parchment and bit your lip. This felt much heavier then it shou,d in your hand, the word sister scrawled across it in decadent hadn writting, this was direct from the king himself.

"Love? Its fine... You dont have to read it here I can take Edward back for more frogs" harles said feeljng just as tense as you, you'd not told your husband what was said between you and the king when you departed, but youd said enough for him to know henry was angry when you left and there had been an argument.

"Yay frogs" the toddler said clapping his hands looking into the bucket that held his frog and a little stone for it to sit out of the water if it wanted to.

"No no ... Its fine love, sit stay-edward finish you sandwich- no do not touch that frog when your eating" you waved charles off and quickly intercepted Edwards tiny hands diving into the bucket to grab his frog. The boy pouted but pulled away goingnback to his sandwich. You smiled leaning down kissing the boys curls makingnhim grin before taking a small butter knife from the platter to break the seal on the letter.

"Mama... eat?" Edward said stretching out climbing into your lap clumsily holding his hand up presenting his sandwich trying to feed you. You grinned down at him dodging his sandwich and pressing a kiss to his hand making him giggle.

"Yes sweet boy we will all eat just let mama read this letter. Will you sit nicely for me?" you smiled as the toddler grinned and shuffled in you lap with a nod before eating nicely once more. You turned to charles who looked just as uneasy as you over the letter.

"I will read it here... Lord knows what ever is in this page I will need to vent about, your bound to find out from my rambling or crying" you added before unfolding the page quickly glanceing at it. The letter was long so hopefully that was a good sign?

"if your sure?" Charles asked eyes flicking over the page from where he sat relaxing slightly from the amount of text. It was too long to be just a summons or threat.

"yes im sure charles. I will read it out loud what ever he has to say will effect bo5h of us no doubt" you said before taking with a deep breath and began reading through the letter.

Dear Sister

I hope you and your family are fairing well. And you have managed to settle into your new title, it has only just occurred to me that your life has changed so much since your impromptu marriage. A marriage i hope is growing strong and joyfull. If any problems arise you need only write, one word is all it would take, my oath still stands should charles step out of line.

How is he? I am conscious of my decision, it weighs heavy on my mind i admit i may have been to hasty in my orders. But it has worked out for the better because this time apart has shown me just what a loyal family i have, even if i do not like what i am hearing. Sometimes the best medicines are the most bitter to swallow.

I am writing to you in confidence sister for i have no other i trust with these thoughts. I need to calm my mind. I have been thinking over your words to such a extent some would say i have been soul searching. Yet im unable to calm myself i need some relief from the court and to speak honestly, something i have not done since you left. This is the first time we have been seperated since the day you arrived at the palace, the thought startled me.

I come to realise you and charles offer me a great deal of comfort and assurance. I feel more at ease when i have my family looking out for me, even if you are sometimes rude and over bearing. But i suppose that is the price we pay for love and loyalty. Thomas Moore has resigned as chancellor, i am alone and in doubt.

I have thought of what you have said, thomas, you, charles everyone who has stood by me through the years believes that anne is a viscious snake. I do not see it, perhaps i cannot find fault for i love her. Just as you could never find fault in charles because of your love for him. Thomas believes i should reconcile with katherine, but i cannot.

However i am growing weary of being alone without honest counsel in this court. They lie to me, but i cannot prove it, I need you, and if bringing charles back will have you by my side, as my eyes and ears then i shall do it. I shall forgive his salicious words, i know he was looking out for me in his own way but you both need to understand that i have made up my mind. I am marrying anne. But it is not enough these halls are not home without you, anne is not enough.

I am going to paris but wish to speak to you before then. And for you to bring your family it has been too long since i have spied my nephew. And i promise not to make you or charles beg, i know just how fast you would clip me around the ear should i even try. I love you both and hope to see you soon, but also want you to know, i am going ahead with the annulment and marring anne. I wish for you all to be at my wedding.

You and charles both sat in silence for a few moments processing the letter. The king sounded lost and uneasy in his own court. And that was not like him, you couldntnhelp feel that soemthing else was going one but he didntnwant to write it down. Henry had never been so thoughtful with his words before, he was almost pouring his heart out on the page.

You looked about the small picnic spying the small satchel that held quills and ink. Before trying to reach out to it, only to stop as edward groaned and nearly toppled out of your lap. You quickly caught him and smiled sweetly. The boy had fallen asleep on hand still smooshing a small,corner of bread.

"Charles? Would you scribe for me. I would write myself but.. if i put edward down he will wake" you asked quietly wrapping your arms around the toddler holdig him securely.

"of course" charkse spoke already moving to get the supplies. It took a few moments but once he set up he flicked his gaze to you waiting for you to start composing this letter that would probably be the most important one of your life. If your words displeased the king it could spell disaster for you both.

You took a moment to ponder your words. You had to sooth him, let him know there was no bad blood between you and you had enjoyed your time away. You had to placate him and show henry that you still loved and supported him and his decisions. But you will not let anyone treat you like a doormat. Not him, his fiance or members of his court.

"Dear Harry

We are all in good health and spirits. The day i received your letter we were all out at the little creek in the estate frog catching. Right now I'm currently cradling your nephew the reason for charles scribing for me, if i were to move edward would wake and I'd rather he have his nap now.

I am adjusting well to life, though it is not the title that is taking longer to get used to but little edward. First he avoided me, he is unused to having a woman around the house, i found that margerat didnt have much time for him. He finds it strange having his meals with family not servants and is a very clingy boy. But i enjoy having him around charles and i's feet, i feared for many years i'd never become a mother and now i am it is the most wonderful feeling in the world. Something i have you to thank.

I am greatful to you for this ife you have given me with charles and i to feel this time away from court has been a blessing in disguise, Though now im becomming a tad restless. It has been many weeks since i have torn down an overzealous lord.

Though edward was at first wary of me in the past week i seem to have developed a little shadow, he follows me everywhere now. Tugging my skirts untill i pick him up or play with him. He even began calling me mama. Me! I could hardly contain my glee, i burst into tears i was so overjoyed. I cradled him so hard Charles had to pry me away so the boy could breath freely.

"And speaking of my duke" you purred and leantcloser smirking at him and planted a deep kiss to his lips.

"i am pleased to inform you that my marriage is well, charles has been an attentive loving husband and treats me with the upmost respect and kindness so i ask you not to take his head anytime soon."

"He is well but wishes you had spoken to him about your displeasure so he had chance to explain himself to you. It hurt him that you made such a snap decision again henry and that it had effected myself being caught in the middle as i was.

I am sad to hear about thomas but i can understand his need to leave. You know his religious views and he is a noble man, if not a little to severe for my tastes but that is personal opinions, and he did try to push me into becoming a nun which i will never forget." You were interrupted by charles grunting, snapping his head up to you with a frown. Wait he tried to get you into a monastery? Good god he must be mad to try and deny a man your beauty!" Charles admonished somehow speechless but had many insults on the tip of his tongue to throw at the man should he ever see him again! It boiled his blood to know that Thomas' own severe beliefs could have cost you the life you wanted had henry been entirly under the mans thumb. The reality that charles could have lost you so early one in his adult hood just rubbed him the wrong way. He always did hold a dislike for the snooty man. Now he had good reason.

"Yes, he was very eager to have me take the black veil, i politely declined" yoh summarised shrugging whislt wriggling a single hand from under a snoring Edward clasping your wine cup taking a deep drink from it with a giggle at the memory.

"Politely my love?" Charles asked quirkign a brow knowi g that you would have been anything but polite to the man trying to ruin your prospects.

"As politly as I could manage whilst crying from laughter at the absurdity of it yes" charles tipped his head with a grin imaging the mans horror as you humiliated him by laughing in his face. No man ever wishes to be ridiculed and teased by a lady especially whilst making a proposition to her. Thomas must have been absolutly livid being laughed out of the kings court by a woman of no real standing.

"i wish i had seen that~" charles quipped smiling lost in his thoughts of a red faces npstril flareing angry thomas thundering down the halls.

"oh you do not, thomas is mean when angry, all men with crucifixes up their rear ends are! He was 7nsoghtly in his rage" you said thinking back on the event. Thomas had been thoroughly displeased and put out with you for a good few months. More so because of henry's teasing there after the king had fou d it amusing that thomas thougnt he would tame you in such a fashion. The king still makes teasing jabs about it to this day.

"So this letter? Shall i read it back or just continue?" Your husband asked dipping the quill in the ink once more. You motioned to continue and began speaking once more slow enough to let your duke write out your words.

"I am sorry that you feel alone and i am ashamed to admit that i am one of the causes however you left me with no choice. I had to think of my own safety as well henry, many things happen in that court which you do not see, the lies and threats...violence. if anyone belived i was not under your protection because of my husband then what could have happened?. I'd have been a target so leaving was the only choice you left me.

As for katherine I will not tell you to return to an unhappy marriage and i think it is cruel of anyone to try to force it. The only thing i will say it please remember that mary is not the cause. she is your flesh and blood and will always be your daughter whether a princess or not. I pray you do not treat her to harshly, she is just a young girl who is frightened for her mother.

Even so I stand by you in your decisions, be happy, that is all charles and i want for you is to be happily married to the woman you love and if that is anne so be it, we just wanted you to be careful.

I do not belive anne is a snake, i belive she is a puppet to some extent of her family. She aims to break free of her father, but cannot with out her own title and standing, should she ever defy him, he could and would ruin her. It is a matter that you should tend to personally, give her a title and free her. She could becom a marquise as an unwed woman, then once wed queen both title would see she is out of harms way."

There was a pause as charles realised what he had just wrote. A frown crossed his face and he took in a breath makingnto speak but thought better of it. Whh where you helping that whore? Did you feel for her? Were you frightened now that youd been banished? With a look of confusion he glanced to you then vocalised his question.

"Marquise. My love you wish to help her?i thought you hated her" his surprised was also laced with irritation. No doubt he was worried he would have to play nice with the kings prized bitch. Charles though shamed by his exile was relieved for it. He was only too happy to stay here and live his life in peace with the wo an he loved. Out here he could keep both you and edward out of harms way. At least here there were no games or sneak theives in the night with hidden blades and poison.

"I do,but I need to pretend, we cant be seen as attacking her, so this it to placate him... and think how angry she shall be when she realises this was our doing?" You said wriggling your brows at him showing the vicious conniving woman yoh could be. Charles faltered for a moment pondering his wives words only to then groan feeling his britches tightening around him as his cock rose. There was something about you flexing your claws and putting people in their place.

You were just so good at playing the game. So well versed in the rules you could out manoeuvre just about anyone at court. He dare says yoh could out wit the king if you felt like it. You wielded courtly games to your advantage and every single time you proved that youwere a force to be reckoned with. He couldnt wait to see how youd destroy the bolyns. Because there was no doubt youd do just that and then move on to the next.

"Good god i love you woman, you have the best ideas shall we?" He applauded praising you making you flush and preen under his intense gaze that was quickly darkening with a look you knew all to well. Charles wanted this letter finished and to head back to the house witn haste~

"yes where were we?" You said trying to swallow the rush of need that washed over you so suddenly. Charles quirked a lopsided smile knowing all to weel just the effect a loo, had on you.

"Title would get her out of harms way?" He offered casually wwhilst puffing his chest out pride fueling his haughty posture. There was nothing like flustering your wife with nothing more then a look.

"Ah yes....Because he would harm her henry he is a man that even i admit to being intimidated of." You paused for a moment trying to decide if it was wise to recite what happened the morning of your wedding.

"Thomas bolyn is a nasty man, he attempted to kick down my door with lord rochford on the morn of my wedding- before sunrise i was in bed. He was in a foul mood and hissing venom through the door at me, ordering me to see them whilst growling quiet words to lord rochford. i dare not think of what would have happened had they both got in, he was soo angry... spouting madness that ye had geen cheated out ofcanother pawn. Thankfully a patrolling gaurd caught them unaware." Charles growled snapping his head up to you pulling the quill from the page and setting it down.

"He what?! Why was i not told!?" His voice was a growl, a deep threatening rasp that held a promise of retribution.

"Youd kill him, i couldnt risk it" ypu uttered quietly tryingnto calm him. But charles was having none of it and pressed the issue wanting to know exactly what you were insinuating and what you thought would have happened.

"Did you fear for your life?" He asked slowly his eyes darting back and forth seeking any of your tells, any indicaion of you hiding something from him in fear of him seeking out the bolyns.

"Life? No charles i dont think it was my life they were after. But my maidenhead. Most definitely" you cringed as you admitted it out loud for the first time. You had tried not to think about it, had they got in and ruined you, your marriage would have been contested.

"Can we continue? Please i wish to have this letter over and to head back and get some rest. If i know henry as well as i think we will recieve a reply tonight or in the early morning." You pleaded wantingnto get off of this topic, you wanted to be done with the whole thing. Charles nodded and poised the quill to the paper once more waiti g you to to continue.

"Brother, I want you to be carefull. Annul you marriage and wed anne. But please henry do not discard those of us that wish to protect you. Charles and i love you very much and we will return to court if it is what you wish. But i wont- nor will i ever allow anne to walk over me like a rug, whether she is queen or not, and if that is what you expect of me then i will never return to court. You and i were not raised as sheep, please dont ever ask me to be one henry."

You ended the letter in a way that would both please the king but also make it clear you will not become an obedient giggling lady of court.

Your suspicions were correct as you heard the servants scuffling around the house towards your and charles room. Thankfully you both heard and managed to pull away from one another covering yourselves in house coats. With a wuick flurry of movement you were sat reading to your husband in bed, charles relaxing listening to your soft words. The head of your staff had knocked before entering presenting you with a letter. You thanked her and then dismissed her to bed letting her finish early.

"Ready?" Charles asked once you were alone, his voice thick with aprihension. These tense moments were rare, but he still never enjoyed them. The king was temperamental with everyone, you were given more leeway but that was before you'd married. Charles was unsure if henry would give you the same freedoms now you were a duchess, he himself had to change his own behaviour.

"As ready as i'll ever be" you said warily and opened the letter not wanting to wait a moment longer. You needed to know where you stood you just hoped the smaller parchment

Sister

I am delighted to have your reply soo soon. I would never ever asl you to be a sheep and i feel ashamed that i may have lead you to believe thats what i wanted. With that matter being settled come home sister. Return to my side with your family, you have a new appartment ready- bigger than before with enough room for edward and any other nephews you see fit to grant me.

I have heard of Thomas and lord rochfords visit but did not know the nature of it. Or how it had frightened you, i am furious that such a thing happened in my home and as a result your new appartments are more secure with twice the gaurds.

I've also heard the stories of his temper, seen his meddling at your engagement he had come to me irritated trying to say i had broken a bargin that I'd promised you to his son when i had done no such thing. But i never once thought he would be a threat to anne.

Your idea to grant her a title now is a very clever one sister and i will be implementing it. It will also be reason for you and charles to return without a fuss, you can return quietly for the ceremony and not leave once here. It will be no ones bussiness. I will be eagerly awaiting your and your families arrival. And tell charles there is no bad blood between us, i understand he was trying to look out for me in his own way. But perhaps we could have an arm wrestle for old times sake? To clear the irritation."

You finished reading out the letter and flopped back on the beddropping the page to your tummy with a mighty huff, before letting out a large relived laugh feeling the weight of the world lift from you. Charles rolled laying next to you on the bed both of you staring above at the bed canopy.

"So we are returning?" Charles asked quietly moving a hand out blindly to your hair gently running his fingers through your hair. You reached a hand to him resting it on his tummy and smiled.

"Yes. We are returning but this time things are different" you voice carried an ominous tone. Warning an accidic bite to your words. So much so charled erolled over to his front and peered at you curiously.

"Different how?" He asked genuinely curious to what you had planned, but he had an idea you were going to be locking horns with a certain red headed witch. You tilted your head to the side and locked your gaze with his. He drew a deep breath, the animosity and pure cold determination he saw was nothing short of breathtaking. You grinned at him before rolling back onto you back.

"I tried to avoid her- Anne that is, and then tried to play nice and polite. But she tried to sell me off like a cattle and then planned to destroy my marriage by seperating us, she was so keen to make me miserable and in the process she put my son in danger. Anything could have happened to Edward had things gone her way and i stayed" you explained with vemon dripping from each word the anger leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.but yoh smiled all the same.

"I'm going to ruin her charles. Im going to teach her a few things about how king henry's court really works and who pulls the strings. Queen or not she will never beat me" you vowed into the silent room. Charles simply nodded knowing that you were going to pull out all of the stops for this particular rivalry. He almost felt sorry for anne, the woman will be completely blind sided by you. Because when you put your mind to it you could be the most spitefull and vicious woman in the entire court, not even the spanish or french courts tested you.

"So you will play her game?" Charles mused quietly to himself with a smirk. He'd be lying if he said he wasnt looking forward to seeing you play puppet master with the harlot. You giggled to yourself before speakjng with mirht.

"No. Im going to make her play mine"

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headingalaxys-spicy · 3 years ago

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Can you do Yandere Prussia with a spy soldier darling???

Ah Prussia a power to be feared when you hear the phrase : “Suck it losers.”

This holds especially true if he’s lovesick for you. I hope you know how to kick ass like Hungary because that’s the only way you’re getting away from him.

If not have fun getting kidnapped.

He’s not going to be easy on you and since you’re in the military that makes your situation worse. So any lingering guilt he may have about your initial capture will be null and void. You betrayed him after all.

Of course it’s in your job description to blend in and keep a low profile. The only reason you luck out at gathering intel on him and his army is because while he’s great in the department of strength and engineering he’s not so great with reading the room sometimes. That includes picking up on subtle hints that there is a literal spy in his midst.

He grew fond of you since you showcased skill in combat training and a great deal of strength and agility. Which is what sparked his interest in the first place.

❤️‍🩹He’ll want to be around you almost 24/7. He will even invite you to ‘special’ training sessions just you and him and even ask you to jog with him at 5am.

❤️‍🩹He’s going to try and impress you with his biceps

❤️‍🩹He’s also going to kick his leg up on a chair and shout : “MY MILKSHAKES BRING ALL THE CHICKS TO ZHE YARD!”

❤️‍🩹Overall he’s around you so much where it’s smothering and begins to hinder your abilities and compromise your mission.

Sending data to your government will be almost impossible.

Doing remote surveillance

Making connections with other people in power, colleagues that may have useful information. Since he’s high key possessive he’s going to do whatever it takes to use up you time and talk to you. And since he’s your superior you can’t say no.

Eventually he’s stalled you so much on time to where your government is beginning to get impatient and the fact that Prussia’s younger brother Germany has already caught on and has done his own research. He’s been able to not the discrepancies that give you away. That and a team of hackers on his side that have accessed your file.

When he hands this information over to Prussia he calls him a lair. Saying none of it could be true trying not to let his delusions falter.

Germany will offer Prussia a compromise

“Zeek knowledge for jourself und I will help you obtain (real name). Or as you know them (fake name.) I can help you have them captured and tried for treason, espionage, and impersonating military personnel. All things that would make them an enemy to our government and make it impossible for them to escape back to their own country.”

“Deal mein Bruder.”

❤️‍🩹He’s going to begin stalking you and even place microphones in your home along with getting help from Germany to look at all the messages you sent from your burner phone.

Every message, picture, contact, and rendezvous spot you name it he now has undeniable proof.

❤️‍🩹The next thing you’ll be aware of is you’re in a plain room with your hands cuffed behind you. While you’re still in your German / Prussian military uniform.

“Y/N how could jou do zhis tk me? I thought we were cool brohas and could do awesome zhings und fight together. But zhis whole time you’ve been plotting my downfall.”

You say nothing and let the silence sink in. You didn’t want to acknowledge that you’ve been caught. You had failed your country.

You fully tensed your muscles ready for the impending harsh torture that was covered in your original training before you left (home country). You weren’t going to let him have your nations secrets. You let your head hang low and eyes crunch together because you didn’t want to see what you’d be battered around with.

Your expectations of your impending torment was converted to confusion when his pale hand glided on your cheek to your chin so you could look up at him.

His red eyes were filled with a jumble of emotions rage, pride, love, obsession, confusion, hate, pride just many more emotions that he was incapable of putting into words. Prussia isn’t accustomed to this tremendous amount of emotions at one time.

“Mein Fräulein I can spare jou on two conditions give up your allegiance to (home country) and give it to mine. Two: Become meiner Braut.”

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Brothers React to a Demigod MC

So, I've gotten some interest to do a Brothers follow-up to a previous request of mine (Undateables React to a Cute, Badass MC), however, I've thus far refused to write one. Honestly, this HC actually plays on a trope I personally dislike and had it not been a request I would have never done it to start with. I just can't see any reasonable way a non-magic human can beat a bunch of demons, I just can't, and that hinders my imagination quite a bit. …But someone who’s not so human? That I can get behind. Fair warning, I grew up with the Percy Jackson series so that’s going to paint quite a bit of how I see modern demigods. Ready for things to get super-ultra fanfic-y for a bit?

Intro:

The day to kidnap bring the exchange students to the Devildom has finally come and the demons have all gathered in the Council Room to open their portal to the human world. Really, things started without a hitch - the portal opened with and their future student dropped down out of it and landed on the floor… before they suddenly leapt up, pulled out a weapon, and lunged at them!

… This isn’t your normal human, it is?

Lucifer

Oh Devil, this couldn’t have been any farther than what they wanted… They were looking for a human and they managed to pull out a halfling! A divine halfling no less!! Why wasn’t this in their file?!

Look, Lucifer might not be on good terms with his father, but even he knows he had it better than any children of the pagan gods… The levels of petty vindictiveness that run through that bunch are literally the stuff of legends...

After he and Barbatos were able to restrain the MC before they hurt themselves or anyone else, Diavolo explained everything to them and gave them a pardon for attacking the Demon Prince on sight… After they identified themselves and their parentage, Lucifer knew they were in for some shit…

He and Diavolo had to iron out an apology letter to their godly parent for days just to keep from saying anything that could accidentally cause a second Troy or worse... It was a mess...

But on the bright side, the “human” came pre-prepared for fighting monsters and demons, which honestly took a bit of a load off his shoulders. That’s less responsibility for Mammon - and in his experience, the less responsibility Mammon has, the better things usually turn out.

… Though their ability to actually hold their own in a fight did make things complicated sometimes - like whenever he was their perceived opponent...

He wasn’t expecting to have to manage a being that was actually capable of meeting him toe-to-toe on the battlefield and it did hinder his intimidation factor to some degree…It was hard to be threatening to someone who’s likely faced worse than you could ever offer.

In the end it probably worked out for the best, as a live exchange student is better for Diavolo than a dead one - but man did it get on his nerves until they made their pact together… Be scared of him, dammit!

Mammon

The first time he tried to threaten the human, they straight up pulled out a weapon and looked like they were ready to whip his ass!! Didn’t they know he wasn’t being serious?? 😫

He really didn’t know why he had to be on babysitting duty, anymore... This huma-er demigod could handle themselves just fine!

When he first ditched them with Levi, he later found out they managed to cleanly toss his brother over their head and make a break for it all by themselves! And Levi’s no pushover either!!

Later, he saw them getting ambushed on their way back from school and they soundly knocked out about five demons before he even caught up to them… and he’s, like, fast and stuff…

Their strength is kind of unreal at times, but he could tell they were still far from a mindless killing machine. They were more or less a normal person, they had wants and dreams like anybody else, but they just happened to be a long stronger than the average mortals around them. 🤷‍♀️

After he eventually got to know them and a bit about how their life worked, he felt a little bad for them... Who wants to be hunted down just for being born?

After learning about their struggles, Mammon ended up resolving to help keep them safe (even if a part of him knew they didn’t need him that much).

I mean, if the whole world’s against you, then you can use all the help you can get... right?

Leviathan

Levi found out exactly one thing about them within the first two minutes of meeting them… their reflexes were killer.

After Mammon ditched them on Day One, he tried to drag the human to his room to tell them his genius plan but they broke out of his grip and threw him flat on his back like was just second nature!

He was stuck on the ground for a full minute, trying to process what just happened, while they ran off into the House all alone…

Did he just get tossed around… by a human?? Was he really that pathetic!?!

Finding out later that they were actually half-god certainly helped out his self-esteem because, man, if he had lost so easily to a human of all things... He might have just never left his room again…

Levi pretty much kept his distance from them until they finally made a pact together and then he discovered that the MC wasn’t so scary after all. If he’s being honest, being in the same house as a demigod was actually kind of cool...!

Like, it was almost exactly the plot of the show: “Wait, I Thought I Was the Son of a Pagan God So What Am I Doing in a Christian Hell??” but their MC seemed to know a lot more about fighting than the protagonist of that show ever did…

Plus, because he never had to worry about their safety, he had even more excuse to never leave his room. Win-win!

Satan

A demigod, eh…? He had done plenty of research into human world mythologies in his spare time, frankly he thought the old gods had died out - but it seems they were still up and kicking… and making babies for whatever reason? Horny bastards...

Satan's original interest in the MC was purely academic. It’s not everyday that you get to meet someone of such a unique heritage and he fully intended to learn if all the legends about their greatness were true… and well...

He could say that the MC was certainly different than how he pictured humans being. He’d never met very many before, but from what he could gather they were a weak race that really got by on wit and persistence… However, nothing about the MC was weak.

Their aptitude for combat was surprisingly sharp, both in skill and reflexes. He had once blown up at them in anger and not only did they dodge his swipes but they got in a good few hits themselves with a nearby lamp… He never once thought a mortal could give him a black-eye but, somehow, they pulled it off. 🤷‍♀️

Combine their physical skill with what magical gifts were granted to them by their godly-half and they were a force to be reckoned with… Even Solomon seemed to hesitate and think more about his actions around them (which is saying something for a sorcerer of his strength).

It’d be fair to say a part of him grew to respect the MC long before they ever made their pact and that respect only grew afterwards. If he had to be bound to any master, human or otherwise, he’d rather it be one that he could right about consider an equal not only as a friend, but in strength as well.

Asmodeus

A demigod…? Oooo, he hadn’t come across one of those since he bedded Aeneas all those centuries ago… Such a gorgeous man, got all his looks from his mother~! 🤭

Asmo was probably the most interested in their godly heritage, but it felt like he was treating them like a zoo exhibit for a while… Something pretty and new to look at, but not exactly someone he wanted to know personally...

He openly and readily admitted that watching their little demigod in action got him hot and bothered (or well, more hot and bothered than usual ) but it didn’t take him to see they weren’t interested at the time…

He decided that he just had to have a pact with them after they saved him from Henry 1.0! It was before he noticed the giant snake and he was lurching back to strike, but the human swept in to knock him out of the way. They probably could have made mince meat of the creature themselves if Levi weren’t begging for them to spare his former pet...

Post-pact Asmo treated them with a lot more respect… but also still fanboyed over their fighting skills hardcore.

Like, their body had to be fit to keep up with all those monsters, right?? What was their training routine? Could he watch?? Oh please say he can watch!! He just can’t get enough of that fighter’s physique…! 😍

Beelzebub

So… the human isn’t a human but only part human? And the other part is a god? Does that make them any sturdier than normal humans…? Call him curious…

Beel was probably one of the few brothers who was legitimately weary of the MC from the beginning… He can get a certain feel for a person pretty quickly and something about them just felt…frankly, kind of dangerous.

But they also intrigued him a little… Beel’s used to being one of the strongest demons in any room he walks into (not a boast, just a fact) so for him to get that feel from a mortal was pretty impressive. A part of him just wanted to test them… you know?

So. He did. He asked them to help him train his martial arts one day and even with his awareness, he was not expecting the results that he got.

The MC was strong. Very strong. They were not only able to keep up with him and dodge his blows, but they were able to predict his moves and counterattack in kind. They didn’t even need to tell him that they had actually been fighting for their life for years, he could tell. They had a skill you don’t get from practice matches...

After that point, the two would go to each other to train and keep their skills sharp… but also just to spar for fun. Their fighting styles made a pretty good match and they bonded pretty damn quick because of it.

If anime tells us anything, when you find a good fight buddy, you stick with them. Even if one’s part god and the other is a demon. 🤷‍♀️

Belphegor

A demigod is still human enough to hate, sorry MC. Not that he knew about their godly heritage at first…

Really, he should have been a little more suspicious of how easily they seemed to take to life in the Devildom... Weren’t demons supposed to scare humans? Why did they seem so comfortable down here...?

His confirmation only came when he tried to enact the final part of “Use the MC to Escape the Attic!” plan and take their life to seal the deal… but oh boy, was he outclassed real quick…

The MC had already socked him in the jaw by the time he got his full demon form out and then they threw him across the room by the tail… the TAIL!! And it hurt like a bitch, too!! Even during the full blown fight that followed, he could tell they were holding back and it pissed him off something fierce...!

Why was the MC so strong?!? Humans weren’t supposed to be strong!!!

His brothers heard all the commotion and the Lilith confrontation ended up happening up in the attic between a somewhat beat-up Belphie and a barely-scratched MC. Had Beel not come to his defense on instinct, it might have turned out worse for him in all honesty… Something about that human just wasn’t right…

He only found out about their god-half after everything settled down and he promised not to try killing them again (not that anyone thought he could...) and that put some things into perspective. So the Lastborn Ruler of Hell isn’t as strong as one mortal demigod…? Ouch. Okay, fine then... Whatever...

He does think it’s too bad he missed them beating the crap out of the rest of his brothers, though (minus Beel)... That would have been fun to see. 😔

So I tried to keep this one God-parent neutral, but I’ve upgraded this to its own series! Check it out if you’re interested! 😊

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes

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rheawritessometimes · 4 years ago

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A Bad Deal

{ Childe x GN!Reader }

{ Summary } A continuation of "Childe gets an owie." Series Masterlist

{ Warnings } Mention of Injury, Physical Intimacy, Undefined Relationship, Questionable Behavior, Bad Writing, Please Let Me Know if Anything Needs to be Added.

{ Notes } I realized when I decided to write this that I didn't title the last fic, but the best works are always untitled. Not really I'm just forgetful. This time Childe can have mercy. I was so surprised with the response to the last fic, the amount of people who liked it was a huge surprise. Also, the comments on it were so kind. So obviously I needed to write a follow-up right away. I hope it's equally as enjoyable. Set up for a continuation if people like it. Masterlist

{ Word Count } 1,940

Getting Childe back to Liyue was a simple affair, he wasn't hindered by any pain he might have been in. The Snezhnayan wasn't one to complain about pain, even if he wasn't numbed up. He seemed to be in a cheerful mood, chattering animatedly as you walked. The fact he intentionally moved closer to you so that your shoulders occasionally brushed did not escape your notice. Neither of you said anything about it.

Luckily the Golden House wasn't very far from the harbor and the path was clear of any monsters, for which you were thankful. You were more than capable of handling most monsters on your own, but you were worried Childe would jump into combat and end up hurting himself more than he already had been. He was capable as a fighter but you thought him to be too reckless.

The visit to Bubu Pharmacy was entirely uneventful, it was confirmed that Childe had two broken ribs on his right side and he was given some medication for the pain. There wasn't much else to be done other than recommend regularly icing the area and no strenuous activities. That was expected, broken ribs were good at healing naturally, given rest. You wondered if it would even be possible for him to take it easy as a Harbinger, but it seemed the other Harbingers weren't as active as him so perhaps it was possible.

"I think I can just take it easy for two weeks and then go back to business as usual," Childe remarked as you began down the stairs. You looked at him with a frown, wondering if he was serious. This man had no regard for his long-term wellbeing.

"You need to rest for six weeks, at least. It's better for you to recover entirely before you get back to... whatever it is you do," you said with a stern tone. Sometimes it really did seem like Childe was a child. Haha.

"I'm a busy guy, I can't take that kind of time off," he argued, not seeming concerned by that in the slightest. It was true that broken ribs weren't the worst injury to work around, but it still wasn't wise to be so careless.

"Well, you're a valuable asset to Snezhnaya, surely you'd be allowed time off to recover. The Tsaritsa must be at least that understanding," you reasoned, now realizing you were walking along with him not sure where you were going. You didn't even know where he lived, it was clear he didn't spend his nights on the streets at least.

The Harbinger hummed thoughtfully, clearly scheming. You wondered what excuse he would come up with. Probably something about how he was 'very strong and can recover quickly'. You could almost scoff at the mere thought, it seemed entirely in character for him.

"Alright, I'll request time off to recover," he said, grinning cheekily, "if you help me while I recover."

You raised a questioning brow, that was something you hadn't predicted he was considering. Still, you cared enough for him to want him to fully recover, and helping him out wasn't beyond your abilities. Aside from one attempt to destroy Liyue, he had been pretty harmless.

"You'll rest for the whole six weeks?" you asked, still skeptical. You weren't sure it was possible for him to stay away from a fight for that long.

"Yep, I promise."

"Alright, deal."

Childe offered you his hand to shake, and you took it. Looking back on it, it was probably not the best idea to solidify your agreement in the land of contracts. Not when the terms hadn't been thoroughly discussed, at least.

"Great, you can stay at my apartment while I recover," he chirped, opening a door to what you assumed to be his apartment. You hadn't even realized you'd arrived in front of the building, too busy trying to convince Childe to take care of himself.

You opened your mouth to argue but quickly closed it when an ominous feeling washed over you. For some reason, it felt like it would be unwise to break your agreement. You silently cursed your past self, maybe you were the careless one.

Your displeasure must have been showing on your face because Childe laughed after seeing your expression. You clenched your jaw, but decided it would be better if you didn't say anything, he was certain to tease you if you rose to the bait.

"Second floor," he said as you walked down the hall, gesturing to a stairwell. He huffed once as you were going up the stairs, and you could only assume the numbness was beginning to fade. A wave of guilt washed over you at the thought. You broke his ribs and forced him to take off work for six weeks, so you were probably out of the running for friend of the year.

You could immediately tell which door led to Childe's apartment when you got to the second floor, there was a Fatui guard standing outside of it. He looked entirely out of place and you could imagine he was bored out of his mind just standing there. When he noticed your presence he eyed you suspiciously but said nothing, instead bowing his head to Childe.

The Harbinger completely ignored his subordinate, opening the door to his apartment and ushering you inside. Once the door was closed he ran a hand through his hair, letting out what sounded like a sigh of relief. It was probably nice to be home and finally able to relax after all that walking around with broken ribs.

"Your guard doesn't seem to like me," you remarked absently as you scanned his apartment. It was clean and surprisingly spacious, but a little bare. The floors were hardwood and there was a large carpet in the middle of the living room, with a sofa and some other furniture atop it. There were no houseplants to be seen.

"Yeah, I don't bring many people home," Childe laughed in response, plopping down on his couch which had no throw pillows or blankets. There was a wooden coffee table in front of it, but not much else around it.

"Oh, are you having relationship troubles?" you quipped in response, lips quirking up at the corners. He scoffed indignantly at your words.

"Have you seen this face? Of course not, I'm just waiting on the right person," he stated, lying sprawled across the couch. You shook your head at this, moving to the kitchen in hopes of finding some ice. Childe didn't say anything about you snooping around his kitchen, so you assumed there was nothing he felt he had to hide in there.

After gathering a dish towel and some ice, you came back with the make-shift icepack. He hadn't had a proper icepack in his freezer, which surprised you considering his line of work. Maybe later you would head back up to the pharmacy to get some.

"Ice your side for now. You should wash up and get changed soon," you told him after you handed him the icepack. While there had been no blood the fight was physically straining, so he probably needed to clean up. You realized after saying this that you had no change of clothes here, you'd need to go back to your place to get some things if he planned on having you stay here for six weeks.

"Okay, mom," he joked in response, you could only roll your eyes at this. He left the icepack laying on the right side of his chest, not bothering to hold it in place. You didn't bother to nag him about it, it was close enough.

"I'm going back to my place to get some stuff, I shouldn't be gone for long," you announced, turning to leave the apartment.

"Wait!" he shouted, sitting up suddenly, the icepack sliding down into his lap. "You owe me a kiss!"

You turned to look at him, a bit surprised by him shouting. You had forgotten about that entirely, but you did promise. So you walked over to the couch and leaned down to press your lips against his. You had intended for it to be a brief kiss, but his hand gently held your wrist and the other went up to brush against your jaw.

With a sigh you deepened the kiss, allowing yourself him to indulge for a little while. You were surprised by the slow pace he set, but certainly not displeased. He gently bit your bottom lip before pulling away, opening his eyes and giving you a smug look when he noticed your face had become a bit flushed.

"Get washed up and put clean clothes on while I'm gone," you said as you pulled away, trying to seem as unflustered as possible. It wasn't very effective, if his laughter as you fled the apartment was anything to go by.

Gathering everything you thought you would need from your apartment was entirely uneventful, you tried to pack everything you'd need for six weeks into a duffel bag but it was hopeless. You were bound to forget things and a duffel bag isn't much space, so you decided you could just come back whenever you needed something.

The Fatui guard stationed outside Childe's apartment was not shy about giving you a dirty look as you approached. It was safe to say the Harbinger probably didn't often have company. The guard seemed particularly suspicious of your bag, like that was the thing to worry about when it was commonplace to materialize weapons out of thin air.

"Stop," he ordered in a booming voice as you neared the door. You followed his order, halting outside the door. You proceeded to stare him dead in the eyes as you knocked three times on the door.

It swung open shortly after, Childe stepping out of the way to let you in. The way the guard clenched his jaw made you feel very smug.

"You don't have to knock, just come in," he said, and you were silently very thankful for those words. It was a little something extra to rub it in. Perhaps your loathing was a little misplaced, that man was likely not one who had attacked you in the past. But, he did still give you a dirty look and was none too polite, so there was something. Sometimes people are petty, and that's okay.

Once you were inside the apartment, you noticed Childe had showered and changed into a fresh set of clothes. The white t-shirt and grey sweatpants were rather different from his usual look, but it strangely suited him rather well. Maybe everything looks good on him because he's a pretty Fatui boy.

"How are you feeling?" you asked, shifting the weight of your bag as you followed him to the kitchen.

"Good, doesn't hurt much. What do you want for dinner?" he asked, opening the cupboards to survey their contents. How casual the atmosphere was made it feel awfully domestic.

"Um, I'm fine with whatever you make," you replied, banishing the thought from your mind. You weren't really sure about your feelings on the matter yet so you would push them all off to the side and sort through them some other time.

"Oh, right. There's a spare room down the hall across from the bedroom. You can put your stuff in there," he said, looking over at you standing in the doorway with your bag. You were already walking away when he added, "Or you're welcome to stay in my bedroom with me~"

"You wish."

Maybe six weeks with Childe wouldn't be too bad.

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imaginegenerator · 4 years ago

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Chapter Two

The Bastard and the Saint

Kaz x reader

Summary- Many years ago, Sankta Asterisya, the first Sun Summoner, fought and defeated the Black Heretic, preventing him from covering all of Ravka in the Shadow Fold, losing her life in the process.

At least, that's what history believed.

But nothing that powerful remains dead for long.

Prologue

Chapter One

Jesper and Y/n burst into the club, laughing at the successful heist.

“Did you see his face when he tasted whatever that was?” Jesper shouted, scaring the pigeons sleeping on the sign.

“The hallucinogenic?” Y/n asked dryly.

“Yeah, that.” Jesper laughed, walking over to the bar for a celebratory drink.

Kaz huffed as he walked in the door. “Are you two always this loud, or are you just trying to annoy me?”

Y/n laughed. “Lighten up, we’re just having fun.”

Kaz rolled his eyes. “I’ll be in my office. Try not to bring down the building.”

Y/n’s gaze followed him upstairs, noting the increased stiffness in his leg. She sighed, grabbing a vial from her case before following him upstairs, leaving Jesper at the roulette table.

“Kaz?” She asked, knocking quietly at the door. “Can I come in?”

A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing an exhausted Bastard of the Barrel. “What.” He said, his voice sharp.

“I brought you a painkiller.”

Kaz glanced at the bottle. “I don’t take painkillers.”

“This one won’t dull your senses or make you tired. You’ll be fine.”

Kaz raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I’ll try it.”

Y/n smiled. “Good. I’ll leave you to it, then.”

“Wait.” Kaz said. “I need to look over the accounts, and you said you’re good with numbers. I’d like some help.”

Y/n stood at the doorway for a second before nodding. “Yeah, I can help.”

Kaz nodded, then gestured her into the room. The place was nice, but messy, with books stacked haphazardly on an overfilled bookshelf and piles of paper obscuring the desk. Kaz pointed to the paper.

“These are the gambling accounts, and this is the monthly expenses. We need to make sure we’re not losing money at the table-” before he could continue, there was a crash downstairs. Kaz rolled his eyes. “And I have to take care of that.” He grabbed the painkiller, drinking it down in one gulp before limping out of the room.

“Okay,” Y/n said to herself. “Let’s start.” She walked over to the bookshelf, carefully taking each book and arranging them so they all fit. She could hear the sound of a fight downstairs but she ignored it, focusing on re-arranging the shelf before walking over to the desk and sorting out the papers obscuring the surface. Y/n had just finished placing each paper into its respective folder when Kaz walked back in.

“I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen the top of this desk.”

Y/n laughed. “I believe it.”

Kaz looked at her carefully, before picking up a folder and sorting through it. “If we hurry, we should be able to get these done before tomorrow.”

Y/n reached over to grab a folder. “I do have one question for you, Kaz. What’s the story behind the Fold?”

Kaz glanced at her in shock. “Everybody knows the story of the Fold.”

“I was a sheltered kid.”

Kaz sighed. “I’m not sure how much of this story I believe. You’d be better off asking Inej.”

“Inej is sleeping.”

Kaz sighed again. “Five hundred years ago, the Black Heretic began gaining power. As his power grew, so did his cruelty. When he first began inviting Grisha to his side, for protection, he said, he also possessed the ability to summon the sun alongside his shadows. Although his strength lay in darkness, he could summon the light, though not as powerfully, nor for as long as a true Sun Summoner.”

Y/n nodded. She knew this story, she lived this story, but she figured it would be best to hear how it had changed.

“As the Black Heretic became crueler, this ability faded. When the darkness began consuming him, a Saint rose to challenge him. Sankta Asterisya. Inej’s favorite Saint, as it is. Sankta Asterisya fought the Black Heretic many times, battle after battle. Sankta Asterisya, although she was a Sun Summoner, could also summon shadows. She was the inverse of the Black Heretic. As to how there are many rumors. Some said she was a Goddess, some said she sold her soul. Inej believes that Sankta Asterisya and the Black Heretic were somehow connected. That they were able to share their power. It doesn’t really matter how they were able to summon both sun and shadows, only that they could. One day, Sankta Asterisya challenged the Black Heretic to a duel, but instead of a fair fight, the Black Heretic committed merzost, summoning the Fold. Sankta Asterisya did everything she could to stop him, but in the end, all she was able to do was to contain the size of the Fold.”

This part was not entirely true, Y/n thought. The Black Heretic limited the size of the Fold by his choice. Sankta Asterisya hindered him in a different way.

Kaz continued. “The immense power it took Sankta Asterisya to limit the spread of the fold distracted her long enough for the Black Heretic to kill her. That was the last time she was ever seen.”

Once again, there was truth in the falsehoods. The knife she had been stabbed with had not been enough to kill the Saint. Only enough to put her to sleep.

Kaz leaned back in his chair, staring at the quiet girl in front of him. “I find it hard to believe you’ve never heard this story.”

Y/n ignored him. “What about the shadow monster?”

Kaz’s brow furrowed. “Do you mean the volcra?”

“Yes, is that what they’re called?”

Kaz looked at her in shock. “You don’t even know what the volcra are called? How long were you in that chest?”

Y/n glanced over at Kaz, then out the window at Ketterdam.

“Longer than I should have been”

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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daddy issues - chapter xi

The one where Ransom doesn’t feel ready to become a father, but he should have thought about it before sleeping with a complete stranger.

When Ransom’s latest one night stand lets him know that he’s going to become a father, he finds himself looking for the qualities he never believed to have so he can become the parent he never got to witness as a child.

for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Where are you taking me, Ransom?” He just glanced at me, a mischievous smile on his face, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my thigh. I tried to ignore how it made me feel, how his touch just felt right. It always did, but ever since the night we arrived, when I succumbed to my overwhelming need for the man whose baby I was carrying, it was like there was this magnetic pull between the two of us.

The fact that now he felt free to touch me whenever he wanted, with the excuse that he needed to “sell the ruse to my parents” only aggravated my already constant state of arousal. And I knew he noticed it and relished in it. So I was almost half expecting this impromptu night out to start and end in some hotel room he had rented for the night, finally sick of having to keep quiet in respect to the owners of the house we would still be staying in for the next two nights.

Surprise took over my expression when I saw him park in front of a quaint little Italian restaurant that was all too familiar to me. “Ransom…” I questioned, eyebrows raised high. “What are we doing here?” Instead of directly answering me, he just chuckled lightly, getting out of his seat and opening my door before I could even figure out how to unbuckle the seatbelt on his expensive car.

“You didn’t think I asked you to wear the best dress you had packed just for nothing?” I bit my lip to stop a smile from taking over my face, even though I knew he could perfectly read me.

“Well, if this isn’t nothing, what is it?” It was a challenge, I knew he was aware of it. But he opted not to answer me straight away, not to name this night as what it undoubtedly was and give it a weight that could possibly suffocate us both. I appreciated it, and I appreciated even more the fact that he had obviously listened to what I had said that first night we got here and was trying to get what he wanted by giving me what I needed, instead of just forcing the situation to happen.

“Trust me?” He asked once I had successfully gotten out of the car - with his help, of course. Even though my belly wasn’t really enormous, it was definitely there, hindering my ability to do certain movements and this skin-tight dress that barely still fitted me highlighted it just enough to make it pretty clear to anyone who looked at me that I was very obviously pregnant.

“I do,” I answered sincerely, thinking back on everything he’d done for me ever since I gave him the chance to be by my side for this ride. There was no doubt in my mind that he deserved this trust.

His eyes roamed over my body as we walked to the restaurant hand in hand, and once inside, his body enveloped mine, his chest to my back, his hands over my belly.

“You’re smothering me,” I joked, glancing at his warm brown eyes from over my shoulder. He looked far too elegant for a small restaurant in a small town, but that was Ransom Drysdale, and I can’t say that I hated it. “Is this your way of telling me you’re cold or what?”

He snorted, not immediately answering me as the hostess asked us for the information about our reservation, but once we were being guided to our table, he offered, “Maybe I just wanted to scare off that guy who keeps checking you out?”

I sighed, not feeling in the slightest a sense of curiosity to check on who he was referring to. Not only had I caught a glimpse of the guy already - there was just one other couple waiting with us to get seated - but I highly doubted he’d be staring my way.

“With this belly?” I scoffed, shaking my head at the man beside me. “Impossible.” Ransom just stopped and gave me a long, incomprehensible look. We had arrived at our table by then, but he didn’t seem to want to sit any time soon.

“You really have no idea,” he mused, much to my confusion, suddenly leaning over and capturing my lips in a short and sweet kiss that left me flustered. Damn him and his ability to leave me like this so easily.

“No idea of what?” I asked once he had pulled out a chair for me and took a seat by my side, hand immediately falling over my thigh as the waiter approached us with two menus.

I decided not to point out that he technically didn’t need to kiss me. My parents weren’t there, there was no pretense to keep intact. But it was time for me to admit that I wanted his touch just as much as he wanted to touch me.

“Say, sweetheart… You ever heard of a breeding kink?” The term sent a shiver down my spine, but it was undeniably one of arousal. I bit down on my lower lip, hoping he wouldn’t notice what the term did to me, even though I knew it was a futile plan.

“You’re lying,” I immediately denied it, not believing it was actually a thing men had in real life. “There’s no way! I look huge,” I commented, knowing I was exaggerating even before Ransom rolled his eyes at me.

“You most definitely do not. And even if you did, that just makes men even harder for you,” he whispered in my ear, making me clench my thighs together in desire. He’d been fucking me ever since we arrived in this town, and yet I still so desperately needed him, all the time - and I don’t think the pregnancy hormones were the only reason for it.

Well… if what he’s saying it’s true, maybe it is the reason for his desire.

“And you feel that way too?” I asked, wanting to be sure of it. The predatory smirk on his face said it all, but he still answered me.

“Oh, baby… Just thinking about the fact that it’s my baby inside of you, my seed that got you this way has me straining against my pants.” My heartbeat was out of control as he whispered these confessions in my ear, uncaring for the poor waiter who was obviously waiting for us to make a choice for the evening.

“Didn’t take you for a possessive man, Drysdale,” I decided to play it cool, opting to finally open the menu and stare at it instead of the man whose eyes were trying to pull me in. But beside me, he scoffed.

“I wasn’t.” The words weighed heavily in the mood of the evening, but not in a bad way. My fingers were clutching the card in my hands like it was a lifeline, meanwhile, his fingers clutched me, right on the inside of my thigh, palm sprawled over it in a clear sign of ownership - or at least desire.

I didn’t have anything to say. Everything about the moment had me flooding my underwear, and so I inhaled deeply, trying to focus on the letters before me even though I already knew what I was going to order.

The waiter chose to interrupt our tense silence at that second, and I was almost grateful for it. “Do you know what you would like to have for the evening?” My mouth opened to answer, but before I could, Ransom spoke for me.

“We’ll both have the lasagna.” I didn’t close it as he slowly removed the menu from my hands and offered it back to the patient man, who just nodded at us before taking his leave. It wasn’t until he was gone that Ransom looked to the side and witnessed my expression of shock.

“I’m sorry, isn’t the lasagna your favorite?” He frowned, squeezing my thigh a bit tighter. “I can call the waiter back if you want to.” Forcing myself to close my lips, I shook my head emphatically, eyes still staring wide at him.

“It’s not necessary,” I assured him, even if the gesture was a bit much. “That was my order anyway.” And if it wasn’t, there was no way I’d let this go. But as it were, I realized something that warmed me to the core and left me feeling tingly all over.

He had actually prepared all of this. The only way he could know that this was my favorite restaurant, the lasagna my favorite deal, was if he had asked for my parent’s help. And the thought just made something deep inside of me awaken, something I wasn’t quite prepared to admit to myself yet, much less to him.

Thankfully, although his smile denounced that he had at least an inkling as to what was going on through my head, he just expertly shifted the conversation into a different direction, leaning over me to whisper, “Thank you for getting all pretty to go out with me.”

Good. This was good, solid ground I could stand on. I silently thanked him for providing me with this opportunity as I teased, “And here I thought I was always pretty.”

Ransom’s P.O.V.

“Oh, darling…” I smirked, leaning over her to nuzzle against her jaw, breathing her perfume in. “You have no idea.” And just like that, she was back to being a flustered little thing. It was adorable, and I would have loved nothing more than to keep her like this for the entire evening, but I knew she would get fessed up with me.

So I changed the subject into an equally interesting one, hoping to get to know her a little bit better than I already did. “So, I was the first guy you ever brought home?” She blinked a few times, clearly not expecting the question, but ended up getting around to it.

“Yeah, well. I never had really serious relationships. No one I thought would be worth the hassle of introducing to my parents.” I tried to hold back my smile at the thought of me being worth that hassle. Of course, I knew most of it was due to the baby. I was going to be the father of her child, it was inevitable her parents would be interested in getting to know me even if they didn’t think we were together.

But I was counting this as a win anyway.

“You know…” She started, and I took a deep breath to prepare myself for what was coming next. I knew she’d try to tease me again. There was just no way she’d let me have the last word - and it was one of the things I liked the most about her. “I didn’t think you could be romantic, but this is pretty close.”

My heart skipped a beat as I took in her words. They weren’t what I expected to hear. They sounded sincere, almost hopeful, and so they brought hope into my heart when I stared back at her, finding her looking around the restaurant seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t a romantic man, I’d never been, but this is what she did to me. She made me want to try. And because of her, I did give a shit.

When her head turned back to me, I don’t know what it was that she saw in my eyes - if it was all of those thoughts that were swirling around my brain and I just couldn’t voice right then. Whatever it was though, it made her wiggle her way closer to me, dipping her face up until she could catch my lips in hers, and I tried not to sigh at how comfortable it felt to have her like this - almost in my lap, warm body glued to mine, lips moving with my own from her own advances.

“Hmm…” I moaned appreciatively, rubbing my nose on her neck as her fingers spread over my thigh, pinky almost reaching my crotch. “Are you trying to tease me, sweetheart?” I whispered, loving the smirk that spread over her lips while she kept her innocent facade. “Because I must tell you, it’s definitely working.”

She giggled then, slightly pushing me away, but all I could do was smile like a dork at how much this looked like the teenage romance I never got to experience. It felt sweet and pure while it kept my dick hard all the same, and it was just perfect.

The waiter brought our food right then, somewhat interrupting the moment, but it still added to it somehow. I didn’t think there was anything that could ruin how I felt.

“So, Ransom…” She tried to start another subject as we began eating. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me about your job, and I got a question for you.”

I nodded, eyes momentarily focused on the lasagna as I waited for her to keep going. “Why don’t you write your own book?” I froze, food mid-way to my mouth as I stared back at the woman by my side, not quite believing what I had heard. “I mean, you’re intelligent and I know you have quite a lot to say. I can only imagine how great a book from you would be, and you definitely got the means to get it published.”

She stopped talking when she noticed my reaction, clearly confused, but then patiently waited for any response I might give, which took me a while. I had to clear my throat, have a drink of water, think to myself on what I could say.

I’d given my grandfather quite a lot of excuses over the years whenever he suggested that I should follow his example and write a book. Back then, my main “reason” was that I was too busy living the playboy lifestyle.

Now that my day-to-day life consisted of reading other people’s works, the question had become a constant companion, living deep inside my brain. Why didn’t I write my own book? Why didn’t I give this a try?

There was only one explanation I could give, and even though it wasn’t the easiest thing to admit, it felt important that I shared it with her.

“I’ve thought about it before…” I confessed, seeing the surprise appear in her eyes, paired with a sweet, excited smile. “I guess I’m just… scared. If I never try, I can never fail, you know?” I gave her a tight-lipped smile, reaching out for my glass of water again. I’d ordered it so she wouldn’t feel alone since she couldn’t drink wine, but boy did I miss alcohol at that second.

That was, until her hand got back over my thigh, squeezing it lightly. “I understand, honey.” The pet name made me melt, uneasy feeling suddenly disappearing altogether. “It’s hard to put yourself out there.” Wide-eyed, I couldn’t believe how such a simple sentence had made me feel. It was then that I realized how no one had truly understood me before.

And she did. She did because she cared, she had actively listened, had given me chance after chance of proving myself even when I showed her the worst of me.

Chest filled with warmth, I leaned down to press a quick peck on her lips, going back to my delicious lasagna now that the uncomfortable feeling of vulnerability was gone.

“This tastes so good,” I acknowledged it, reaching out to squeeze her thigh as If thanking her for having this dish as her favorite. There was a lot more I had to thank her for, though. “Still... not as good as you.”

My wink had her eyes rolling, but the sweet smile on her lips made it worth it. She knew me enough by now to know that my mind was always in the gutter. I just had to show her it was all because of her and only her.

#my series #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale reader #ransom drysdale reader inserts #ransom drysdale reader insert #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale writing #ransom drysdale fics

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obeymeluv · 4 years ago

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(Pact) Marks the Spot - [Beelzebub x Fem!Reader]

It’s 1 AM. Have some Beelzebub smut.

Now I’m getting all kinds of pact mark ideas. May put out some pact mark headcanons.

Unedited because it’s 1 AM.

Despite the thousands of years demons had been alive, pact marks were exceedingly rare. Mostly because humans had lost the ability to summon. Most people who managed to summon demons did it by sheer luck or for nefarious reasons. Sometimes it took multiple attempts to pull a demon; half the time demons took pity on the humans and showed up for the hell of it (and a snack). At the end of the day, demons had to choose to make a pact and that was rare in itself.

Giving your real name had inconceivable power in a world like the Devildom, where non-humans roamed. Making a pact had the same weight and bore the same vulnerability.

And yet you had several.

Mammon’s pact mark was on the side of your arm where bicep meets shoulder, Levi’s was on the back of the opposite shoulder (even his pact mark wanted to stay away from Mammon!) and Beel’s was adjacent to your belly button, basically on your hip.

It was rare for a human to have one pact mark, let alone three. You were slowly learning things about pact marks. Things that hadn’t happened in so long they were basically speculation in the Devildom. Demons could “pull” on the pact marks just like humans could, and each brother had a different sensation. When Mammon secretly vied for your company, it felt like a hummingbird beat against your shoulder, a little kid pulling hesitantly on your sleeve. Levi rarely “pulled” on his pact mark, but when he did it was a long push with gentle pressure, like fingertips on your skin. Beelzebub never consciously pulled on your pact mark and you swore you only got his muscle pains.

Satan was absolutely bewildered by the concept. Shouldn’t you be able to feel something else with Beel? Surely you’d at least be a little hungry, right? It sparked many conversations between the brothers and Diavolo. Did Beel not have this ability for some reason? Was it because he was sixth-strongest? Could you only feel things with Mammon and Levi because they were second- and third-strongest, respectively?

Beel was basically already linked with Belphegor…did that hinder his ability to “pull” with you? Satan, for all his infinite knowledge and even greater amount of books, could not answer this. There were ancient scrolls in Diavolo’s castle that were too frail to unroll. No one wanted to test it, honestly, and appreciated them as the relics they were. They had been translated and written up several times over the centuries, but the books were either missing pages or just gone completely.

Humans who’d summoned demons in the past liked to ask for Devildom “souvenirs” and textbooks were a favorite. So many had been traded for favors from summoners or witches. Diavolo vividly recalled a brazen attendant spiriting one away now and then; he was convicted and executed for selling them to traders. Most of them were never recovered.

Beelzebub could come when summoned and that’s what mattered. They chose not to look into it any farther than that. What would it matter? There was nothing written on it anymore. There were quiet whispers that maybe you couldn’t feel Beel “pull” because you weren’t as close to him as Levi and Mammon. As in: you could pull from him per the ‘master’ clause of the pact, but he chose not to pull on you.

That hurt you, honestly, because he was an absolute sweetheart. Out of all of them, you could definitely SEE the ex-angel in him and how he acted. How he treated people. You thought you got along well! You liked to go on walks, try new food, and sometimes he used you as resistance weight when he practiced!

If that wasn’t being close, what was?!

You’d been thinking about it a lot, so used to Mammon’s ghosting squeeze throughout the day. It was like his way of checking on you without saying it aloud (because he could never be honest). Sometimes you could feel Levi’s frustration, your shoulder prickling like a knot forming on the muscle. But Beel? You didn’t feel anything in particular when you brushed your fingers over the mark, shirt held up in front of a mirror as if that would give you a sign.

When you touched the pact mark for the other brothers, there’d be a push back. Almost like a question. Yes, do you need something? It was crazy how the sensations could put words in your brain. Almost like they were translated for you, a human, to comprehend. That human-demon translation was possible; Satan had found that much.

So the brothers were basically telepathic. To an extent.

You’d pout in front of the mirror and wish to feel something. You’d stand there for ages, wondering if you were pushing any buttons in Beel’s brain. Triggering a want to send you a sign. When nothing happened, you’d let your shirt drop down and go about your day.

Your wish was finally answered one morning when a low, throbbing warmth seemed to radiate from the mark. You didn’t get your hopes up. It was probably a muscle cramp, some kind of post-stretch that had Beel feeling tender. A sharp pain bolted through you as you changed into your RAD uniform, the force of it enough to make you lean into the wall for support. It definitely felt like a muscle cramp, like someone who’d done a lot of ab work bent too low the next day.

It scared you to think this was only a fraction of what he felt. The pact mark was supposed to filter down emotions and sensations to levels that humans could tolerate, but only when the demon focused. If the demon was taken by surprise or felt something stronger than they anticipated, that would reflect in their pact mate.

Whatever he was feeling had your stomach in a flutter. The throbbing had dulled but a twisting sensation had taken its place. You felt something building, building, building in your stomach. A warmth overtook you, first nice and relaxing, then searing, and you wondered if Beelzebub had put on some kind of muscle cream. Half-dressed, you ran to the twins’ room to see what he was doing.

It was a brief run, and the rush of air seemed to cool your stomach. You thanked your lucky stars that Belphegor was nowhere to be found as you burst into the room. The throbbing sensation returned with a vengeance, the heat swelling in you as you drew upon the bathroom. One of the brothers was showering in there.

You started for the bathroom, whimpering when the throbbing grew strong enough to make your thighs shake. Clutching the doorway, you pressed your thighs together. A light-headed feeling overcame you and you swear you saw glimpses of white. Glimpses of Beel with an unnaturally long tongue snatching the shower curtain back and watching you with an intensity that made your heart stutter.

That flash of light must’ve only been seconds but you awoke to droplets of water raining down on you. Beelzebub towered over you, naked and freshly showered and radiating a warmth almost identical to what you felt in the pact mark. He slammed the door shut with a shove that snapped you to your senses.

You felt like you were recovering from a shockwave. Ripped from a dream.

“Fuck,” you heard Beel hiss. A grumbling, guttural sound rolled in his throat as he propped you up, hands scooting you back against the door, pushing your legs flat, pulling you up by the shoulders so you sat a little straighter, and propping your chin up against a few of his fingers so you could look at him.

His horns were out.

“Why are you mad at me?” you slurred, sounding offended.

“I’m not.” He gnashed his teeth in frustration and it was the first time you’d seen them up close. He and Satan had the sharpest teeth in the family. That was something of a bragging right between the two, enhanced by their sins, but they looked even sharper now. “I’m just…” Beel struggled with his words, his brow furrowed in thoughtfulness and agitation, “feeling a lot of things right now.” his chest heaved as the words finally came out.

Those big hands flexed in emphasis, in frustration that he couldn’t make you understand.

“Like?” the fog was starting to clear from your brain.

“Like how I choose not to connect with you because I care about you. I don’t want you to feel the endless hunger I feel, the absolute power it has over me.” Beel was starting to find his center, to calm down. “Like how upset I felt when my brothers even suggested I can’t pull on your pact mark because I feel nothing for you.” His horns flared again, cracking audibly as the spiraled around his wet hair. They seemed to harden and curl with conviction.

Kind of like a bull getting ready to charge and gore someone.

“Then what the hell was that?” you make a point to look at his face, to crane your neck up so he doesn’t think you’re following the lines of his chest or looking between his legs.

His eyes softened as he looked at you. They glittered against the bathroom light and wet floor. Beel’s lips lifted in a sweet smile hemmed with fangs. A blush lit his cheeks, starting at his cheekbones and spreading, when he broke your gaze. “I pulled on your pact mark.” Beel’s eyes shot to yours with a suddenness that made you flinch and hit your head against the wall.

You felt frozen in place. His eyes were hard and dark, like a real violet crystal. “Wh-what was I supposed to feel?” your voice was so small you wondered if he heard it. You had an idea of what it was, but you wanted to hear him say it. To have him admit it.

“How much I love you.” Beel said slowly, his face completely turned away from you. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you if you felt anything less. There was something else he could say, but he was afraid it’d be too much considering this ‘confession’ happened because urges got the best of him. Because he let his feelings sit for too long instead of being honest with you.

“Was it supposed to feel like an orgasm?”

WHY DID IT COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?! IT WAS TRUE, BUT WHY?! Here Beel was with his beautiful soul and his shy confession and you just STEAM ROLLED OVER IT!

The heat flared in your stomach again, swift and hot and somehow worse despite the fact you were sitting on a cold bathroom floor. Beel’s fingers reached for one of your ankles and he stopped himself. Burning eyes stared into you, and it was the first time you saw the muscles in his throat and jaw strain to hold his tongue. It slithered between his teeth, serpentine and seeking. “I love you that way, too.” Beel mumbled shyly, looking down.

Looking away, as if he was ashamed to say so.

You felt yourself melt against the floor, hoping the cold would soothe your burning body and calm your beating heart. Beel fell down around you, propping himself up on a forearm carefully placed by your head. “It’s a different kind of hungry,” he whispered with a hint of anguish and terror, forehead against his fist, “and I am not made to bear it. This isn’t supposed to be my sin.”

Beel wanted to cry. He was afraid his feelings were too strong for you, a human.

It finally hit you. This beefy cinnamon roll loved you and lusted over you. He was so overwhelmed with the sheer love he had for you—more than one kind—that it finally broke through his pact mark filter. When you realized that it made you feel even more special. It meant he’d been thinking of you, focusing for your benefit, this whole time.

“I can share that burden,” you whispered quietly, bumping his chin with your forehead. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees lightning fast, slipping a little on the floor. Your hands shot out to hold his shoulders in case he fell (not that it would do anything).

“You mean it?” Beel’s eyes were wide and searching. “You feel what I feel?” he asked, cupping your face in one hand, fingers reaching around the back of your head to cradle it.

“Yeah.” You blushed, pressing your cheek into his hand as you looked away. That big purr rolled in his chest, the one he was happy to give when you hugged him. The pact mark gave off a subdued warmth that surrounded you and comforted you. It felt like he was hugging you to him. It translated to Look at me, and you saw his violet eyes blazing, tongue slithering out in its ravenous glory.

It was one of the first times you’d really seen his “demon” qualities shining through. It was fascinating in a shameful way; you couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. I’m about to feast, you could feel the cold floor on your bare skin now, and you wondered how many pieces your clothes were in.

He was starting to salivate a little and your heart leapt in your throat as those sharp teeth winked at you. Beel pressed himself flat against you, peppering your naked stomach with sloppy, hungry kisses. A small part of you—an irrational, stupid part—thought he’d start burrowing through until he hit muscle and organ. Instead he traced with his lips and tongue, strong hands coming up to grab at whatever he could reach. Beelzebub kissed his pact mark and you swore he conspired with it, your walls clenching around nothing and desperately wanting something.

“So beautiful,” Beel’s groping turned to massaging and kneading. Wet kisses slipped down towards your sex and he hummed against you. Hummed in restraint and desire. In contentedness that he could have this moment. His fingers found you first, teasing your clit and running the length of your slit before delving inside. You both cursed, probably at the same time.

You braced one foot on his chest as he propped your hips up with his free hand. Your back arched, head bumping into the wall. Beel’s fingers kept a steady, surprisingly tame pace. A total contrast to the eager head you could feel prodding at your back as he rolled his hips. His fingers dragged along your walls, curling in ways that made your body clench.

Everything was hot and you didn’t know if it was the closeness of him or the pact mark. Was he sharing his feelings with you or just exploiting your deliciously sensitive human nerves? It didn’t take long for you to orgasm. You looked at him through his lashes, mewling as he gingerly folded your knees to your chest and opened you up. It was stretching muscles and kindling feelings that had barely started to die.

“You look pretty like this,” Beel rasped in a voice cut with fangs. He kissed your ankle a few times, moving towards the bend of your knee as he stared down at you with a mix of love and pure hunger. Humans were delectable all their own, but the tang of your orgasm was something he’d rip people apart for. The desire to taste you overtook him, his tongue snaking out of his mouth as he buried himself between your thighs.

You gave a wanton moan that damn near made him orgasm. As an angel, he never understood how demons could torment humans so. Now? Now he perfectly understood the almost obsessed drive to coax all of these pretty noises out of them. How such a thing was worth the damnation, the rumors, and the reputation.

He was kissing you and suckling you and you saw the white come back into your vision again. You thought your heart was going to give out! You bobbed in and out of consciousness with each throb of pleasure, your body trying desperately to clench around the muscle. Beelzebub indulged in your orgasm like the last bite of an exquisite meal, daring to flick your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue as he drew it back into his mouth. The Avatar of Gluttony licked the corner of his lip, as he often did when he was satisfied with a meal (a small quirk you’d picked up on).

His lips were puffy and shiny, much like yours. He let you catch your breath, resting one leg on his shoulder. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you how I felt,” Beel muttered as he rubbed the leg on his shoulder comfortingly. He put your other leg on his shoulder, squeezing your calves now. “I knew I would always be hungry. I would always want you. I didn’t want you to feel like meat….like an object.”

“But I liked how that felt.” You smiled at him.

“I’m trying to be serious,” Beel huffed, sliding your legs down to his hips as he moved between your legs to meet your gaze. His lips ghosted over your chest and latched onto your neck. “I could eat you all day long,” he said more to himself, the words muffled by his lips. Beelzebub started to rut against you. At some point he must’ve orgasmed because his cock was slick, sliding across your sex and rubbing on your stomach.

His teeth pinched your neck and you gasped. Beel’s cock twitched.

“You have control, and I know you love me. Sex is just a bonus.” you wrapped your arms around his neck. Beel’s kisses turned almost kittenish as he basked in the feel of you hugging him, cradling him so gently. His heart swelled with love as he nuzzled against your skin. He felt your legs winding around him as you tried to angle yourself for his cock to find. He reached between your bodies to stroke himself.

“If I don’t,” he managed between grunts of ecstasy and frustration, “I’ll get you pregnant.”

Was that a warning or a promise? He certainly had the stamina for it.

Was there scientific evidence of demon sperm being especially potent for humans? Beel finished on your stomach before your thoughts could wander too far. He felt the desire ebb for the first time in what felt like ages and leaned back to take in how angelic you looked on the floor with your messy hair and tender body just starting to blossom with the colors of his affection. It seemed impossible, but that sight was more satisfying than fulfilling a craving. He laughed to himself—poor little dazed human. A cute little dazed human, though—as he cleaned you off with the towel he’d set aside for his shower.

Beel swaddled you in a new towel, wrapped one around his waist, and stood to collect you. He set you on his bed and shrugged into some clothes. The sight was just as nice as the sex, if not better. He handed you a shirt, his eyes shining like an excited puppy as he waited for you to put it on. You slipped it on and he purred long and deep, sliding into bed with you. The sixth-born scooped you into his strong arms, pressing your stomach against his face and bringing you up towards the headboard.

“I love you,” he kissed your stomach. Kissed his pact mark.

“I love you,” you petted and played with his drying hair. The post-sex lull sauntered in and your thoughts began to slow. The last coherent one you remembered was how were we not interrupted?

“I told Asmodeus I was going to confess to you and Lucifer overheard. He was a little concerned things would ‘evolve into impropriety’ so I made a bet with him. If he and my brothers could pin me to the floor, he could supervise the confession. If I won, I could do it my way.”

You stopped petting his hair, now wide awake. “You beat all of your brothers?!”

“Of course!” he laughed into your stomach. “Well...sort of. Levi didn’t try, Asmodeus sat out as a protest, and Satan and Belphie just watched. Mammon was going to take bets but Lucifer said if he helped, he’d pay off some of his credit card debt.”

“So you beat up Lucifer and Mammon?”

“Not totally,” Beelzebub shimmied up the bed until you were nose-to-nose, wrapping his arms around you. “I threw Mammon out of the house a few times; he finally decided to watch through the window. Lucifer fought the hardest.”

“When are they coming back?”

As if to answer you, his D.D.D started going off. Beelzebub reluctantly untangled himself to grab it. You could hear him opening and closing chats. “Soon,” he replied as he set it down. “It took them a while to agree on furniture.” He tucked himself into you again.

“Furniture?!”

“Well…we broke a few things.” He admitted bashfully. “A lot of things.”

Now you were tempted to go down and see what the first floor looked like. Beelzebub felt your leg stretch over him, your body trying to push off the bed. There was a gentle insistence in your stomach, like a little weight pressing you to the bed. A sweeping feeling of comfy and cuddle me that sapped your willpower. Beelzebub was pulling on your pact mark.

#Beelzebub x reader #Obey me!#Obey me! x reader #Beel x Reader

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sessrin-eternity2 · 3 years ago

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I know season 2s trailer hasn't dropped and the series isn't over. But do you have any theories as to some of the inconsistencies in the show? Where did Towa's red eyes come from? What about wind powers? Setsuna not having a human night? The time wheel thing? The Naraku callbacks? It's just hard for me to ignore all the inconsistencies. The show is telling us Rin is the mom, but to me, it's showing us something completely different 🤷‍♀️

I have some theories but also have facts for these answers.

About Towa's eye color and I'll also mention Setsuna's as well. Towa's eye colors are magenta, they were inherited from Sesshomaru's stripes on his cheeks, arms and eyelids which are also called his demon markings. Setsuna's eyes are from Sesshomaru's moon cresent mark that is on his forehead.

In an interview we get full confirmation that they are indeed inherited from their father, Sesshomaru. It's already been a proven fact that they are from his marks only and nothing else.

Setsuna's wind powers are not proof that Kagura is the mother, just in case you're trying to go there. (Rin is the real mother of Towa and Setsuna, it has already been proven in interviews, Yashahime cards, magazines, the series, Birthing room scene, Kaede's discussion with Towa about Rin being the twins mother, the Japanese voice actresses of the twins, and Moroha's Japanese voice actor mentioned that Rin because her question was asked who would she marry if she was in the world of Inuyasha. There has been a load of facts and hints Rin is the mother and not a single one of Kagura.) Setsuna doesn't even say any of the words Kagura used for her abilities, not once, it's her own words and her own abilities. There are even other demons who have powers of wind in both Inuyasha and Yashahime, so it happens to be a demon inheritance, not specifically a wind demon. I believe wind powers come natural for some hanyos and demons. Setsuna either learned the ability over the years or obtained it somehow.

I don't really recall any types of callbacks on Naraku, especially not on Kagura. Naraku was only mentioned because he is very memorable villain and the things he done in the past are memorable as well.

I know for sure when many Antis saw this scene they screamed out it was all from Naraku because of the spikes in the skin, but that is totally false cuz we have this character too.

Homura, from Episode 14. He also had this type of appearance in his skin when he transformed into his possible true form, not sure if that was completed form but he also had these spike in his skin, just like Setsuna did in episode 22. It was not only by Naraku, this form looks like it is just a demon inheritance. The twins are nowhere related to him or Kagura in any way.

As first the human transformation for Setsuna, I have a theory it's cuz she inherited Sesshomaru's poisonous blood, that maybe hindering her ability to change and possibly the fact Setsuna and her sister got different abilities, all things come different for hanyos and demons. We saw in other Episodes the twins have different abilities and not the same so that may also be a reason. We may get answers about that soon in the anime or a review, we'll have to see. Rin is definitely the mother, there's no more doubts and the debate who is the mother is over now, she is the mother of Towa and Setsuna and the wife of Sesshomaru. Don't be reading things from Antis they will confuse you by twisting things up and give false information.

#sessrin #Replies #Rin is the mother #sesshomaru #rin #towa #setsuna #yashahime #inuyasha

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gryffindors-weasley · 4 years ago

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Petals and Promises

Ron Weasley x Reader

Summary: A spring evening spent with Ron.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: none—fluff, kissing

You must say, the spring season was one that always brought with it a multitude of beauty. Whether it may be the newly blossoming flowers sprinkling colorfully just about everywhere in your slightly overgrown lawn and livening up your house, or the warming temperatures calling for open windows, even the rain showers that arrived whenever they so pleased—you can’t deny how much you love this time of year.

The air was warm yet still brisk enough for a blanket as you lay tucked comfortably within your hammock with Ron, the tattered flannel material draping over the two of you in ruffles of orange and red. It was enough to stave off the chill of the soft breeze that swept over your skin, gentle yet determined to send a shiver through you. Despite that, it brought with it the delightfully sweet scent of the flowers that surround you both, flourishing wildly in the flowerbeds and in the grass. It brought with it the ever so soothing sound as it weaved itself through brilliantly green leaves.

Perhaps the most enamoring thing to be admired out of everything was laying atop your chest, heaps of red hair blowing around softly on his forehead with every gust. The warm sunshine streamed through the branches above you, dancing across your skin, across his flushed cheeks in a golden glow. Ginger lashes curl and splay over the tops of those very cheeks, fluttering each and every time he blinked slowly as he fought valiantly to stay awake. His hand enveloped over top of your own, his grip tightening a fraction each time he needs reminding that you’re still tangled up with him. The unwavering hold on your hand had hindered your ability to turn the pages in your book, but you suppose it was worth the trouble, you knew it was.

It was his idea to come outside and enjoy the weather in the first place, particularly to enjoy it with you, though he simply enjoyed just being with you more than anything else. You knew full well he wouldn’t make it more than ten minutes without drifting off; you were right.

He didn’t entirely fit, his feet dangling over the edge, socks grass-stained and bunched at the ankles. The sunshine and singing of the birds proved to be far more soothing than he’d anticipated, and the way you’d been playing with his hair had him in and out of a slumber. That and the constant tickle of his hair on his face.

Reading the book propped open in your free hand was beginning to become a distracted effort, and you were only distancing yourself from the task the more time that had gone by. The gentle wind had a constant habit of crinkling and creasing your pages each time it’d brushed over them, eliciting an exasperated sigh from you. That, paired with the natural beauty all around you, the setting sun painting the sky in a palette of pinks and oranges; it was reason enough to pull your attention from the pages to elsewhere.

The windows of your sweet little home had been opened to let in the fresh air, the wind pulling the sheer cream curtain over your door blowing outward into daylight as it rests ajar, ruffling freely in the air before fluttering back to the ground for a few moments. Your two cats had wandered their way to the two of you through that very door, sprawled contently underneath your hammock as they relished in the evening sun. Occasionally, they’d paw curiously at Ron’s feet, always drawing a groan from him as he recoiled tighter into you until sleep had its hold on him once more.

You couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend your day if you weren’t honest; it was perfect in all aspects. One might think that the lives of two people with the ability to produce the most powerful of magic would forever lead chaotic lives, and that had been true less than a decade ago. But things were different now.

Magic was still present in your everyday life, it always will be and you would never tire of it. But it was seldom ever used to defend yourselves anymore, never used to harm another. It was used to wash the dishes when you hadn’t felt like it, to startle on another by switching the lights off from another room. It was used to douse each other with water in the backyard in goofy antics before the other could think of something more thrilling as payback. It was used to refill mugs of cocoa and coffee when you hadn’t felt like making anymore, to stir pots on the stove when you were far too caught up in dancing around the kitchen. Ron had learned that one the hard way when he nearly burnt the kitchen down when he’d been far too busy kissing you, admiring you like the lovestruck fool he knew himself to be.

Magic is used after a quidditch match gone wrong, to heal Ron with the most tender of spells and potions as possible. He refuses to go to St. Mungo’s whenever possible, preferring the care of you over anyone else. He claims your magic is much more powerful, though you knew all he’d really been wanting was you.

Magic was used for the fun you’d once imagined it to be as a child. There was far too much hurt and anguish by the hands of that very gift, and the two of you had been determined to use it for good, to use it for the lighthearted ways you’d always loved.

You had a home of your own, filled with moments to be cherished as long as your memory would allow. Filled with dancing in your living room at three o’clock in the morning, and never waking up without each other. To making a mess of the kitchen when baking a cake for the other’s birthday. Of silly anniversaries of things others might consider trivial. It was imperfectly perfect and it was bursting with a warmth and love you’d hoped to have; it was right for the two of you. It was yours.

In time, you felt the tips of his fingers dance tenderly across your wrist and up your arm a few inches more, the gentle touches bringing a soft smile to your face. They trace in unknown shapes for a short while, and unbeknownst to you he’d scrawled invisible ‘I love you’s’ there, his fingers soon splaying over your skin as he grabs your hand once more. You decide then and there that you’d never get any quality reading done beyond that very point, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you close your book and let it fall to the grass below you with a dull thud.

Your other hand brushes through his hair, a bit tangled as your fingers pass through it and you don’t fail to see the way he leans into your touch. Delicate purple flower petals are woven within the ginger locks, cream ones joining in from the two blossoming trees you lay between, and it looked soft and adorable. It was then that he lifted his head and looked at you, your fingers smoothing down his cheek. The smile gracing his lips was nothing short of adoring, and he was still very much groggy with sleep.

“Hey you,” he murmured, a soft laugh leaving his lips at the feeling of his hair sticking to his face. The humidity from that morning’s rainstorm had lingered, curling the ends of his hair.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you beam, a laugh of your own escaping you as he makes his attempts to move.

His efforts were near futile as the hammock swayed and rocked and proved to be quite unforgiving, mere seconds from sending him tumbling out and onto the ground for what wouldn’t be the first time. But he manages somehow to avoid such a clumsy outcome, the swinging he so ungracefully caused now settling to a stop.

“What d’you mean ‘sleepy head’?” He asks, his words sleepily mingling into one another as his laughter fanned warmly across your lips.

The pad of your thumb brushed over his freckled cheek, the one that’d been significantly more pink than the other from having been pressed against you for the better part of an hour. Not to mention the sleep lines imprinted on his skin. You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to stifle your inevitable spill of laughter, thumb now swiping over the drool that had not quite dried at the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve been drifting off this whole time, perhaps the puddle of drool on my shirt will jog your memory,” you jest even though you felt tired yourself, his nose scrunching in protest to your words, “or maybe the snores that could be heard through the whole neighborhood.”

Your giggles intensified when he dropped a flurry of kisses to your neck with the full knowledge of just how ticklish it’d been. Giggles that were quickly muffled when he kissed you, his own having hummed against your mouth. His hair tickled against your forehead, brushing lightly against your cheek. He’d been due for a bit of a haircut; his hair had been dipping over his eyes, nearly dusting over his shoulders as it once had done when he was fourteen.

“Must you always tease me?” He mumbles, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile at the sight of yours.

“You make it so easy,” you counter, and he pressed kisses to your cheek. “How could I not?”

“So terribly mean, love,” he sighs, kissing you once more before wedging himself between you and the fabric of the hammock, tugging the flannel blanket up further.

“Yes, but I love you terribly,” you say, your nose bumping his as you look up at him.

The pale pink staining his cheeks is something not from the sunshine on his skin, rather your declaration of love. No matter how often you said it, it would always leave him blushing scarlet—you could say it a hundred times in a row and he’d flush each and every time it fell from your lips. His eyes sparkled blue-green beneath ruffles of ginger, his smile nothing short of beaming.

“I love you an awful lot,” he grins, still sleepy yet still so adoring of you as his eyes flutter closed.

Now it had been your turn to flush a rosy pink, an obvious fact that you tried your hardest to stave off as you leaned up and kissed the underside of his jaw. He tangles his legs with yours once more, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he basks in the very moment with you. In the very way the sun glimmers over you, golden and glowing, shining upon someone who he feels is the embodiment of that very sunshine. He basked in the way the soft pink petals on the trees above you float down in a floral rain. In the way you loved him as wholly as he did you, and he couldn’t quite believe that wonderfully dizzying fact.

You yawn as you nuzzle your face against his t-shirt, picking at a loose string. Somehow, he always smelled of cinnamon, for as long as you could remember he smelled of just that. It was delightfully sweet and so incredibly Ron, and you couldn’t help but feel comforted.

“Have you finished your book?” He asks softly, the fatigue that still remained heavy having him merely hum his words.

“No,” you mumble, “too distracted.”

His chuckle shook you softly, the feeling bringing a smile to your face as you looked up at him. “What?

You narrow your eyes in a playful glare as you look at him, lifting your head from his shoulder. His smile widened at that, a soft gust of wind blowing his hair in his eyes but he hadn’t bothered to move it. “I’ve heard you reread the same line four times in a row.”

His laughter was immediate to trail after his words, more so when you swatted his chest. He tipped his head back, the action ruffling his hair entirely as he found your expression humorous. It was rather hard to stay mad at him, however, not with the way he looked at you so fondly and not that you were even mad to begin with. You exhale a sigh, finding yourself looking at him the same despite your reddened cheeks upon mention of your blunder. It must have occurred when he’d held your hand.

You drop your head to his shoulder once more, unable to fight your smile. “Not my fault.”

His response is another bout of soft laughter, and no doubt the most beaming of smiles. “Whatever you say, love.”

The same fatigue you had teased him for just moments prior had held its grip on you, your laughter dwindling as your eyelids grow heavy. You hum in a late acknowledgement to what he’d said, “exactly that.”

You splay your hand across his chest, interlocking your pinky with his. His smile went unseen by you, one of awe and knowing all the same. He knew what that meant. It was a promise as most would think of it as, a silent ‘I love you’ as the two of you know it to be. He knew exactly the day it first happened. At the Burrow under the light of the stars, he’d told you he loved you for the very first time. It was that night that you wrapped your pinky around his, joined hands settled in the grass between you. With it accompanied the very three words that made his heart race and his cheeks flush. It was then, that very first time that night, that it became an unspoken action worth a thousand words.

So he smiles, he curls his pinky around yours and he smiles. Your own grin is just as unseen as his, but you didn’t need to see each other to know of it.

“I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, to your nose when you look at him.

“I love you,” you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth in a tired attempt of a kiss. His smile was soft, and he still felt the tingle of your kiss as if it was the first time. He’s quite sure it’ll always feel that way. He knows it.

It was then that you tuck yourself against him, in the crook of his neck as the tattered flannel blanket settles warmly over top you both, the spring breeze brushing over your cheeks. You lay cradled within the canvas hammock that enveloped the both of you nearly in a cocoon. Your drowsiness was too hard to ignore by then, your eyes fluttering closed as his cheek pressed to the top of your head.

You were perfectly content to sleep there forever in the very arms, the very place you felt safest in. It was beautiful with the setting sun and the chirping of the birds. With petals falling in your hair and pinkies interlocked in a promise.

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just-a-quirkless-loser · 5 years ago

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The Days of Your Youth

Young Enji Todoroki x F! Reader

Hanahaki Trope + BNHA Universe

Words: 5.9k

Warnings: Angst, Enji is an asshole, sexual content, A bit of the redemption arc at the end, graphic descriptions of violence, Characters are 18+

Asagao flowers bloom so beautifully in Sakai; what a shame that Musutafu is four hours away from those gorgeous flowers. So, you knew whenever Enji came bearing the dark blue edged flowers with purple insides, that he had endured the voyage to get them. It was small things like this that made you fall in love with him. If only you didn’t, then maybe you'd still be alive.

The two of you met in your youth when you both attended U.A. High School, both of you having dreams of being the number one pro-hero for the next generation. You hated him at first, which is understandable seeing as he’s brash and cares for no one but himself. He always argues with you, he doesn’t hold back during training, and he has an unhealthy obsession with your childhood best friend Toshinori Yagi, known to the public as All Might.

Your quirk was strong, the ability to heal from any wound and regeneration of your limbs but, he made you feel trivial in comparison to him.

“You can take a bullet, great. How useless that would be in a battle with a villain? You can’t even inflict any damage,” his words stung. All your life, you’d been ridiculed as having a “rescue” quirk, always being told that you’d never have the chance to fight “real villains.” You wanted to prove them all wrong...although, you didn’t prove anything in the end.

Because of the nature of your quirk, you were often paired with Enji whenever it was time to spar. He’d hit you with his fire, blistering your skin with no mercy. He’d knock your teeth down your throat, making you cough blood at his feet. He’d choke you with your own support weapon, making you feel weaker than what you thought you were. He made your life a living hell. So, how did you fall in love with him?

Your love didn’t happen overnight. Actually, the relationship between the two of you changed drastically after that day. The day is clear in the archives of your mind, almost like you’re watching a movie through your own eyes.

“Are you sure you can handle Todoroki today?” you were walking to the training rooms with Toshinori Yagi. He loomed over you as he glanced anxiously at the man in question. Everyone knew about the obvious tension between the two young men however, that day was different. Something primal was lurking in Enji’s glance whenever he looked your way.

“Regeneration, remember? I’ll be fine,” you pat the large man on the back. “Plus, I don't think he could kill me even if he tried.”

“I’m just worried. He’s off today. More confrontational.”

“He’s like this every day, Toshi. He’s probably just on his man period or something.”

“...Y/N, you do now men don’t have menstrual cycles? Right?”

“Yes, Toshi, you’ve told me dozens of times. It’s just a metaphor...till I can get some proof,” he facepalms as you rub your hands together to mimic scheming hands. “He’ll have to take his clothes off eventually.”

“You’re a menace to society; I love it,” you lean against each other as you laugh, attracting the attention of your classmates. “But, seriously, I’m worried.”

“Toshi, I will be perfectly fine. What’s the worst that can happen?”

***

“More! Get up,” you were gripping the right pant leg of Enji’s training suit, trying to pull yourself up to face him again. You body begged you to stay down but your mind -your pride- forced you up. The right side of your face was scorched. One of your eyes was missing from its socket. The guns you normally wield for support were thrown elsewhere, leaving you vulnerable to his onslaught. “You’re pathetic. U.A. isn’t meant for the weak. You don’t belong here with us.”

“You don’t get to tell me where I belong,” you charge to attack, switching your technique at the last minute so you could throw a hard jab to his abdomen. He countered with raising both of his fists above his head in a gorilla fashion and slammed them down on your spine, once again taking you to the mat. But, this time you heard a crack from your spine.

“I don’t know why you waste my time. Sensei just needs to let Yagi and I fight,” you laid at his feet paralyzed. However, the inability to move doesn’t hinder your ability to speak.

“Awww, Todoroki, you miss your boyfriend? I knew you had a hard on for him,” and, while you felt there was nothing wrong with being homosexual, you knew Todoroki was a traditional man who wouldn’t want a rumor like that to be spread. You snicker at his silence. “Must be true if you haven’t denied it.”

Words are meaningless if he can show you with his actions. He wastes no time dropping to his knees so he can lean over you, pushing you into your back as he slaps your face from side to side.

“You,” smack. “Have,” smack. “Issues,” smack.

“ENJI,” you hear Yagi yell in the background as rushes in to save you from your beating. Toshinori’s strong hands pull Todoroki up by the scruff of his neck, looking at the bloody mess your body has come to be, checking to see the rise and fall of your chest before he deals with the man he’s holding. “You could have killed her!”

“She can’t die,” to prove his point, Enji encircles your form with a ring of Fire, the smoke clogging your lungs as your skin is barely holding its form. However, you don’t feel the familiar tingling sensation of your regeneration.

“It doesn’t matter if she can’t die. She’s still human!”

“I’m making her stronger.”

“You’re abusing her,” they both glance down to see that you’ve stopped twitching. You look like you’ve been hit by a land mine: body bloodied, bones exposed, missing limbs. The smoke has cover you in a fine layer of soot, the particles of your own flesh smothered in your nose. “Fuck, Y/N? Y/N?! ANSWER ME! PLEASE! SENSEI!”

There’s only a few things you can recollect clearly. You were rushed to the hospital and you could hear the urgency in Yagi’s voice. If you closed your eyes long enough, you could still see your Sensei’s face looming over yours as he tried to get your attention. The smell of Enji still invades your nose whenever you remember how he sat next to you in the ambulance. You think he felt guilty for letting his desire to measure up to Yagi blind him once again. It’s just a shame that you had to be beat close to death’s door for him to feel remorseful.

You awoke to an obnoxious beeping to your left, a throbbing pain in you head, and a nuisance fire wielder to your right (you had to do a double take to make sure he didn’t beat the sense out of you).

“You’re awake.”

“No thanks to you,” he winces.

“Let’s just be thankful you’re alive.”

“Unfortunately.”

“That wasn’t a funny joke.”

“Who said it was a joke?” you spot Asagao flowers on your bedside. “Who brought the flowers?”

“I did.”

You move to sit up but hiss and grab your side. “Welp, that’s new.”

“Take it easy,” Enji rises and gingerly presses you back into the bed.

“You expect me to believe you spent eight flowers just to bring me flowers?”

“Yagi told me they’re your favorite. I figured it’d be a good way to start amending for what I’ve done.”

“You almost killed me. All because you have a superiority complex that I’ve done nothing to fuel. And, you call yourself a future hero?” you snort. “Oh, wait, let me correct myself, you call yourself the future NUMBER ONE hero!?” you turn to face him so he can’t escape your eyes. “Everyone’s right about what they say about you. You’d do anything if it meant you’d have a chance at facing Toshinori. You don’t care how many people get hurt in the crossfire. As long as you win this competition Toshinori doesn’t even know he’s a part of,” you laugh at the irony.

“What part of ‘I'm sorry’ do you not understand?” Enji growls as he pushes your body into the hospital bed, face coming to stare you down.

“What part of ‘you almost killed me’ do you not understand?” you return his energy with a sneer. “You don’t intimidate me; I’m not some bitch that will tuck her tail and run just because you try to throw a hissy fit.”

“You’re playing with the wrong person, little girl,” he fingers caress the side of your cheek.

‘Once again, this dude has issues.’

“I’m definitely playing with the right person. You need someone to knock you down a few pegs,” and this was when the doctor came to check on your condition, catching Enji and yourself so close that your foreheads were touching. His hands were parted on the sides of you as he puffed out some smoke through his nose.

“Sorry, lovebirds. I should’ve knocked. I’m Doctor Sugo and I have a few questions,” you nod in comprehension.

“Fire them off,” you intentionally use those words to make Enji tense. After years of verbal, physical, and psychological abuse, this was your opportunity to exact your revenge.

“You came in with extensive burns, missing limbs, choking around your neck, blackened lungs, and, it looked as though you died from asphyxiation. Your sensei notified us of your quirk, however, your behavior was reckless and had unforeseen consequences. I doubt you burned yourself alive. Did someone try to kill you?” this was your chance to end Todoroki’s chance of being a hero and end this silly game he’s created in his mind. It would’ve been easy.

“No, we were sparring and it got intense. Enji wanted to stop but I’ve been pushing my quirk limits to the maximum with the coming of our graduation. He lost control of his quirk,” you’ve never been the type to do things the easy way. “I apologize for the trouble my actions have caused.”

“Are you sure this wasn’t a young-domestic abuse situation?” he eyes Enji’s burly frame.

“No, Enji would never hurt me,” to prove your point, you intertwine your fingers with his and kiss the back of his hand, maintaining eye-contact with him. He blew more puffs of smoke into your face.

“In that case, I’ll notify your Sensei of what happened. Just let me check your vitals and I’ll leave the two of you to talk,” the whole time the doctor was in the room, Enji kept blowing smoke. You figured it was something he did when he was uncomfortable but, you couldn't be sure this was the first time you witnessed something like that in person. You both waited a couple of seconds after the doctor left before you continued the actual conversation.

“What the fuck was that?”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you cuss...Do it again,” he gives you a pointed look.

“Answer the question.”

“For someone that’s ranked at the top of your class, you’re pretty dense. It’s simple; I’m blackmailing you.”

“Why?”

“Because, you need to be held accountable for your actions and, selfishly, I want to make your life a living hell. It wouldn’t be practical to let a strong quirk like yours to be sent to prison for attempted murder; you’re useful to the world and there’s no way I can’t acknowledge that you’d be formidable if you chose to become a villain due to my inability to keep my emotions in check,” he just stares. You spot Toshinori in the door frame and wave. “Toshi! Come in. I was just explaining to Enji what’s going to happen to him from now on.”

“Y/N,” he said in a warning tone. “Are you sure this is a good idea. He tried to kill you.”

“Shut it, Toshi. You’re too loud,” you roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. This is perfect.”

And, it was perfect. Graduating U.A. High felt unreal at times; it felt even more bizarre as you managed to become a pro-hero alongside your friend, Toshinori, and your personal butler, Enji. Yep, he became your butler as a way to repent for his actions (his words, not yours) and you actually found his company enjoyable when he wasn’t engrossed with beating Yagi. He’s dedicated to the tasks you give him, even if they’re demeaning like walking around with a collar (the press had a field day with that one) or task oriented (like making you fresh coffee whenever you please).

“ENJIIIIIIII,” you’ve taken to bothering him immensely. “Put on this skirt.”

“Y/N, I’m not putting on that skirt. It would tarnish my image.”

“Hm, guess I’ll have to call Sensei. He'd probably believe me if I said you attacked me again. I mean, I’m just an innocent woman. I could just say I was scared the first time,” and that’s how Enji Todoroki was seen wearing a skirt for training multiple times. In all fairness, he looked like a menacing kitten. And, you've grown to like him. Maybe, it was his guilt for almost murdering you but, he found himself showing you tenderness as well. He just couldn't hate you no matter what you did.

“You idiot. I told you not to jump in front of me,” he was carrying your limp body in his arms as though you were his bride. Holding close to his heart, he could feel the warmth of your breath on his chest.

“Why wouldn’t I? I can’t have you dying on me yet. I haven’t gotten you to dress in drag yet,” blood spills from your ears as you blank out of consciousness. There were plenty of times you protected Enji from a villains attack and each time you told yourself you did it because you wanted to continue to blackmail him to be by your side. But, you just wanted him to yourself.

As the years roll on, you find yourself getting closer and closer to him, just barely missing his flames. You became used to patrolling with him as the Pro-Hero ‘Zombie.’ You enjoy going to Sakai in search of the perfect flowers. You treasure being able to see him every day. But, it’s not all peaches and cream.

“Enji, get over it. Toshi worked hard to be first,” you’re arguing again. Two years after the incident and he still hasn’t let go of his yearning to be the best. While sometimes you want to admire his hard work, you can’t help but question his motives. He’s lost the very reason he wanted to become a hero.

“Toshi just leaves to go to America, didn’t tell you, comes back to climb the ranks of the hero charts, and you’re just okay with that? Meanwhile, you lose your mind on me after I don’t answer your call on the first few rings?” he’s sitting on your bed, his jogging pants hanging down dangerously low on his navel, a few red hairs peeking at you. You lick your lips.

“I’m not saying what he did was okay but, you’re blowing this out of proportion. You’re twenty years old. You need to let go of this foolish rivalry,” you throw your legs over his lap. “It’s not healthy.”

“I’m not having this argument with you again. You always take his side,” you slap his chest, gulping at the strong pecs. You wonder how’d they feel bearing down on your back as he-

“Y/N, are you listening?”

“Flamehead, you know I don’t listen to dumb shit,” he puffs out smoke in irritation. “But, I’m not taking his side. I just think we’re getting too old for this.”

“That’s what you always say,” and you laid there with him watching t.v. The conversation ends like it always does but, you can tell Enji isn’t upset with you. It’s the same routine you always follow whenever he wants to talk about Toshinori’s “false achievements.”

Somehow, you end up cuddled into his chest, head pressed firmly into his neck as you feel the warmness of his pulse move underneath you. His arms keep you against him, caging your legs around his hips (it takes a lot to keep your mind from wandering off).

His fingers play with the exposed skin of your back, leaving scorching trails around his fingertips.

“Are you hungry? I still can cook-” Enji’s phone goes off. He gets up and softly pushes you to the side, answering his phone as he absentmindedly rubs your hair. He’s soon getting up to get his things, pulling on his hoodie and ending the call, staring at the phone for a few seconds.

“Who has you up and in a hurry?” you’re kneeling at the edge of the bed, his jacket in your fist to keep him from leaving.

“My finacé’s family.”

‘Fiancé?’

“Fiancé? Who is she?”

“I don’t know yet. All I know is that her quirk is the perfect compliment to mine, which is the only thing that I need,” he’s pulling away. You’re speechless. Is-Is this jealousy? Is this bubbling fury jealousy? Is this small pain jealousy? Is this mind-numbing sensation jealousy? You can't be jealous. Not of some woman you don’t even know. “I have to go. I need to get ready to meet her?”

“B-But, you don’t even know her!”

“I know she’ll ensure that I beat All Might,” so, that's what this was about. Another last ditch effort to win something with no prize. You should’ve known those touches meant nothing but, how could you when they felt so tender? “Plus, you shouldn’t care. Soon, we’d both have to leave and start our own families; this would have had to happen eventually.”

“You don’t love her. You just want to beat him,” you slump down, your calves touching the back of your thighs as you feel a stirring in your chest. “I just don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret when you’re older.”

“That’s not your concern. I’ve got to go.”

You cough up an Asagao flower, staring at it with trepidation.

‘Oh shit.’

The next time you see him is two weeks later. His hair is still styled upwards, his scowl has deepened making him look older than what he really is, his eyes darker than before. Both of you sit one a rooftop, starting over Musutafu. His body is curled in on itself, the flames of his suit keeping you warm in the brisk fall night. Part of his arm is slung over your shoulder, drawing you into his side.

“Have you ever been in love, Enji?” you see him puff out a few smoke clouds, a telltale sign that you've either made him embarrassed or uncomfortable. “Like, real love? The type of love that doesn’t go away no matter how much you try to kill it?”

“You know I don’t have time for sentiments like that,” he looks at your wistful expression, wondering to himself how you manage to look even more breathtaking than the last time he saw you.

“But, what if you could fall in love? What if things like time and being a hero didn’t matter? Wouldn't you want that?”

“No, there’s no girl good enough for me or my love,” such sweet lies sound true coming from him and that burns you more than his fire ever has.

“What about marriage? Kids?”

“You already know I have an arranged quirk marriage. I met her and she is adequate enough to give me a child fit to be the number one hero of the new generation.”

“Jeez, you sound like you’re quoting a business proposal.”

“It is business,” he sounds like he’s scolding you for not knowing this. You feel your stomach fill with more flowers and you feel some crawling up your throat. It’s suffocating you but, you chalk that up to your nerves bothering you. “I’m guessing you brought this up because you think you’re ‘in love.’ “

“I know I am,” you stop your sentence to cough into your arm, catching a few Asagao flowers in your elbow. So, this is how you’re going to die? Dying from a disease that even your regeneration can’t save you from? Choking on flowers because Enji can’t reciprocate your feelings? “As you can see, it’s one sided.”

“Leave them alone. Feelings go away,” but, they didn’t. It just got worse and worse and worse. Because, as much as you knew you should leave Enji, you just couldn’t. Your heart longed for him. Your heart belonged to him. And, Toshinori couldn't understand why.

“Y/N, please, I don’t understand why you'd die for someone that wants nothing to do with you,” Toshinori chided. “Get the surgery. They can take the feelings out. I’ll be right by your side to help you.”

“You’d never understand, Toshi. You'd never understand waking up every morning, wanting someone so bad you have no motivation to do anything but lay in your own tears. I’d rather die loving him than pretend I never felt these feelings at all.”

“But, why?”

“Because, he’s hurt me so much; this is my last ‘fuck you’ to him. Because, I know one day he’ll change. One day, he'll want to see me and I'll be dead. I want him to feel the same pain that I feel now. He needs to feel my rage, he needs to feel my abandon. HE NEEDS TO FEEL ME!”

“Y/N, I’ve already lost Nana. I can’t lose you too.”

“I love you, Toshinori Yagi. Be great for me,” and that’s the last thing you ever said to your childhood best friend.

***

When you opened the door, Enji wasn’t expecting to see you only in a long shirt, tuffets of a flower stuffed in your mouth.

“What the fuck, Y/N? You look like shit. You can’t open the door like that,” he comes in and you immediately cling to him.

“I love you.”

“What?”

“I’m in love with you Enji.”

“You can’t be.”

“But, I am,” you hold one of your saliva covered flowers to his heart. Your eyes are tired and barely stay open but you can't take your eyes off of him. “This is for you. All of them are for you. Loving you is killing me,” you laugh at the irony. Who would’ve thought Enji would end up killing you anyway?

“Then, stop,” Enji rips the flower from your fingers and throws it to the side. You dive for the flower, causing him to follow you down to your floor. “Let it go.”

“I can’t. It’s all I have right now,” you’re sobbing while retching up flowers. His arms encase you, almost like he’s trying to keep you from falling apart. “I can’t just let go. I can’t just stop loving you, Enji.”

He doesn’t really say anything to you. Maybe, he’s too stunned or maybe he’s too afraid he’ll say the wrong thing but, he finds that it’s better to just hold you.

“Enji, could you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Could you make love to me?” he can’t deny you your wish with how pitiful you look. So, he scoops you up in his arms and takes you to your bedroom, heart pumping hard at what he’s about to do. He’s getting married in a week yet, he’s here about to give his body to you.

Laying your body down on the bed, he watches as your covers fan around your head like a halo and, for a moment, he wonders if that’s what you would look like as an angel. Ethereal and tired. The air in the room is growing hotter as he sweats, nervous to strip you down. He’s no stranger to sex but, this is the first time he’s ever focused on someone else’s pleasure.

“Just, lay there.”

“What the fuck else am I going to do? Run off,” he chuckles. Leave it to you to find some comedy in your weakest moments. He starts with stripping you of your long shirt -actually, his shirt that had gone missing the last time he stayed at your house- and stares at your body, naked and exposed to the air.

He takes a few minutes to take in your beauty, ghosting over your skin as he watches you quiver in anticipation. Your eyes are blown and a petal is on your cheek, reminding him of what had happened to you. Your hands wrap around his forearm as you silently beg him to touch you.

“Always have been needy,” when he kisses you, it makes your toes curl from his smokey breath. Envisioning his taste held no comparison to what he really was. It’s like he was breathing his smoke into your lungs, making sweat bead on your skin.

His hand grasps your neck and you moan at the warmth that he gives you, toes curling at the pressure he puts on your throat. The flowers slide down your esophagus, allowing some of your essence to mix with his. He’s weighing you down into your mattress as he’s ripping off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere as he tries to shimmy out of his pants. His kisses trail down the column of your neck and he’s groaning at the way you whine. Your body reacts so wonderfully to his touch.

“You should have told me sooner; you could’ve had all of my cock before this,” you giggle at his attempt of dirty talk. It’s weird to have the proper and correct Enji speaking naughty in your ear. “Damnit, woman, will you stop laughing? I’m trying to be romantic.”

“I can’t help it. You're like Recovery Girl whenever she tries to be cool.”

“Why did you have to bring her up?” he drops his head on your navel. “Are you trying to kill my erection?”

You did a mouth zipping motion and laid your hands on his shoulders, looking down your body to catch him staring at you as he licked below your belly button. The sensation of his textured tongue against your smooth skin is almost enough to send you into your orgasm. He brings his arms up to grab your breasts in his hands as he continues to slide down to your slit. Your smaller body is completely open to him as he tongues your small clit, keeping your legs spread around your head.

“Enjiiiiii, please,” you beg for your release. The inner sadist inside of Enji preens as you beg, his mind thinking you look beautiful at his mercy with a few tears in your eyes. He plunges his tongue inside your hole, only shallowly fucking your tight hole. He brings one of his hands beside his mouth, which is an awkward position for his large frame, and pushes his finger inside your tightness till he’s met with some resistance. You’re met with wide eyes.

“You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”

“You never asked.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. If I didn’t find out, were you just going to let me pound into you,” he smacks your thigh as a way to punish you.

“As long as it’s you, I’d let you use me like a doll,” the words incite a new type of fire in Enji’s body. He gets hotter as he enjoys the words of someone that’s completely submitted to his control.

“Then, I’ll use you till I can’t use you anymore,” he places one last kiss to your hole and slivers up your body. Everything about this moment is perfect for you; the man you love is hovering above you as he looks at you with adoration and desire.

“Are you ready?” His forehead is leaned on yours as he wavers on top of you, his cock kissing the entrance of your folds. You can’t speak due to the flowers that are lodged in your throat, so you nod as you stare into his eyes. For the first time, you can feel the love he has for you. If only this moment could last forever for you as it would for him.

The first few moments of him stretching you make you whimper in his ear, your nails cutting into his back as you try to ground yourself in the moment. He tries to push into you at a slow pace, bottoming out and sitting there for you to adjust. Your pussy clenches him like a vice, testing his self control as he wants to grab you by your waist and use you like a fuck doll.

It’s hard not to scream when he pulls back slightly and snaps his hips into your own. Both of you are breathing into each other's face as he fucks you with slow, deep thrusts, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts in an angle.

“Such a problematic woman. Couldn’t just tell me you loved me,” you whine as he sits up on his knees and begins to fuck you with fevor. His cock rubs against that spongy spot in your pussy, pushing you toward your first orgasm. “Such a bad girl. I didn’t tell you to cum yet.”

“Enjiiii please fuck please I’ll be good for you,” he smiled through the pleasure that rips through him and pulled out of you to lay on his side behind you. He wasted no time lifting one of your legs and pushed into your heat, fucking you deeper in this position. He could now see the way you try to push your hips against his, fucking you with a patronizing smile.

“Such a horny girl,” you moan into your hands as you try to hide yourself from his gaze but he rips your arms away from your face, forcing you to scream for him. He makes it a point to fuck you harder as he’s addicted to your beautiful voice. “Scream for me little girl.”

“Dadddyyy gonna cum again,” your tearing u again as he keeps brutalizing your pussy.

“Oh I’m daddy now,” he’s grunting as he feels you clench again. You give him no answer as you cum once again, this time pulling him into his orgasm as you feel him spurt deep in your womb. But, even though he cums, he doesn’t stop. He’s determined to fuck you into oblivion.

“I’m not done with you, keep cumming in my cock,” your toes keep curling as you try to push away from him. However, that makes him wrap his arms around your shoulders and slam you down on his cock, keeping your legs spread as he fucks you so hard some of his cum is dribbling down the side of his cock. You’re shaking hard as your pleasure blinds you, the pressure in your abdomen building in a different way.

“Fuuuuckkk Enjiii, I-I- love you,” clear liquid squirts from your pussy as he slows down his thrusts. You lay there in your juices with his cum splurging out of you once he pulls out of you completely. He leaves you there as he runs you a bath, leaving you to think about what just happened.

He didn’t say he loved you back but, you hoped he would. With gentle hands, he put you into your tub, softly rubbing your hair like he had done many times.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” you smiled over at him. His pants were pulled back on his hips but he couldn’t meet your eyes. “You know I care for you and you know I wouldn’t want to hurt you but, you need to get the surgery. I can’t just love you the way you love me and, I don’t want you to die because of that. I’ll pay for the surgery. I’ll pay for you a new apartment and everything. I’ll even-” you droned him out.

“You know,” you shiver in the warm water as you start to tear up. You hacked up flowers and continued with a shaky voice. “I thought that having sex with you and telling you would make it go away. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I meant more to you than what I thought. I’m such a dumbass. You’ll never love me; you’ll never love anyone but yourself. Why can’t you just be a man and tell me I’m nothing to you compared to whatever the fuck you have with Toshinori? IT’S BEEN YEARSSSS,” you croak out as you sob, your heart hurting. “AND, YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED AT ALL. You’re still the Enji Todoroki that tried to kill me. I just tricked myself into thinking that you were a different person.”

“Y/N-

“Get out,” you turn to the shower wall, too heartbroken to stomach the sight of him.

“Y/N, just listen to-”

“GET OUT,” he goes silent as he looks back at you from the door frame. He wants to say something but, the thought of ruining his future keeps him silent. He leaves with a look of pity for you.

“I’ll leave money for the surgery on the table by your bed,” he calls before he leaves, the door slamming pushing you to your last limit.

And, he left you there to you die in your bathtub alone, body worn from the sex you had with the man that you knew you couldn’t have emotionally. Your flowers soaked up the water as they kept falling, your eyes glued on one of the bruises he left on your leg. It’s too painful to try to move, so you lie there as your quirk does nothing against the disease. Getting the surgery would have saved you but, your body and mind would still remember the pain of your first and last love.

Per your request, Toshinori has your body cremated after they perform the autopsy. The young hero, grieving the loss of his best friend, doesn’t contact Enji to inform him of your timely death. He’s pained that he’ll never see you smile or hear your jokes or call your name and hear you respond. You're gone and part of him feels like he’s the blame. He can’t help but think that things would have turned out differently if he told Enji that he never cared about being the number one hero.

As for Enji, he doesn’t look back as he goes on to have his family. He goes on to marry his wife that he’d always compare to you (her hair wasn’t vibrant as yours, her voice wasn’t as smooth as yours, her eyes don’t set him ablaze like yours did). He goes on to have his kids and he wonders what they would look like if they came from your womb. He goes on to be the number one Pro-hero yet, he doesn’t feel like he’s won anything. He goes on to have a decent relationship with Toshinori yet, he feels as though he’s missing something -someone-.

“Toshinori, do you have Y/N’s number?” he called Toshinori one day, tired of letting his pride get the best of him. He’d grovel at your feet, stay by your side, sleep at your doorstep till you find it to forgive him.

“Enji, she’s dead.”

And, he sits in his house alone. His family has left him, their bonds slowly resurrecting from the dead but still fragile. His career being the only thing he has left, slowly showed him how truly unprofilling his life has been. His love for you, eating away at his heart. Why did he have to be better than Toshinori? Why couldn’t he tell you how much he loved you? Why did he let the both of you waste the days of your youth?

He coughs a single Asagao flower, the process of his unrequited love beginning. Because, let’s face it, how can you return his love if you’re dead?

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