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autumnalmoons · 1 year ago

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Your late-night company (nsfw, mdni, +18 only)

It's smut bc I'm a horny bitch (lovingly), and because I want him to split me in half--I know he can, like c'mon

Viktor x fem!Reader | 2.1K

Notes: PWP, Established relationship, set kinda between act 1 and act 2, Vaginal Fingering, Innapropiate use of Viktor's cane (sorryyyy), Dom!Viktor if you squint, Cockwarming, Nipple play, English isn't my native language so lemme know if i messed up somewhere :)

Ever since he could hear the echo of your heels reverberate around the lab like a second heartbeat, Viktor knew you were onto something—and such rhythm makes his heart pick up speed too, though Viktor’s faster than each one of your carefree strides against the dark marble floor.

You go, smooching his cheek and surely leaving a pink mark on your lipstick. Not that he minds, of course, he's used to leaving his loving marks on you, too, and even now, he can see the now purplish hickey down your collarbone that you’ve been trying to veil with a silk scarf.

“What brings you here, my darling?” Viktor hums, unconsciously seeking your lips. Is that pink lipstick the one that tastes like cherry? He’s a man of science, he’s ought to investigate.

“Nothing much. I came to bring you home,” you say, hugging his slender frame from behind, your chin hooked in the crook of his shoulder, just over his back brace. “I miss my Vitya so, so much…”

Viktor shivers, trying to ground himself in the domestic, seemingly innocent gesture of a kiss over your temple. "I miss you, too, my jewel. Alas, Progress Day is in a couple of weeks, and we need to have everything ready in case a mishap happens.” He sighs, thick brows furrowing in focus. “As usually does.”

You nod. Of course, you understand that his work is a priority, but you also have a good memory; of those two past days when you went to sleep alone. There are those familiar purple bags under his eyes, only darker.

“Hmm, alright,” you say, massaging his scalp for a bit before wandering around the lab. “Then allow me to make you company. This place is filthy, handsome.”

“Chaos potentiates creativity.”

Your chuckle reverberates around the lab, which causes Viktor to lift his chin a little higher, how easily he can make you happy.

He turns back toward his desk, hearing you going toward the closet supply to get a feathery duster, mumbling a song under your breath as you hop around cleaning surfaces and wiping down machinery with a piece of cloth.

It's only a matter of time before your plan starts, and you have calculated it just as perfectly as Viktor's equations; using your knowledge of the man next to you, his existence is the most amazing creation you've seen—much to Viktor's attempts to surpass it with his machines.

You dust off the drawer next to his desk, ‘accidentally’ knocking off one of the pens tossed over the wooden surface, further down against the wall. "Oops!" you say in your best role of an actress, which isn't that good, only for him to look your way.

The floor is cold as you brush it with your fingers, a fine layer of dust and carbon covering it. One of the windows must be open because you can feel the cold autumn wind brushing under your mischievously short skirt, one of Viktor's favorites, right against your already wet folds that the underwear you chose today isn't meant to cover.

You want him to see. Swaying your hips playfully the moment you feel his gaze burn your back.

Over the purring of the machines, you hear his air leave in a sharp inhale.

Between not wearing panties at all, you choose ones made of black lace and cute, little black ribbons decorating the most… enticing areas. The cloth down your pussy was too small, and you had to choose or covering your clit, or covering your core—which of course, you choose the eager bundle of nerves, so Viktor could see you all wet and glistening for him.

Smiling, you push the pen further down his desk, a soft—very inappropriate—groan escaping your lips, copying my memory of one of the sounds you made every time his cock presses that special spot inside of you.

“I liked that pen a lot,” Viktor mutters, though you can hear the smirk in his voice.

By now, you have no idea where that damned pen had gone. “I’m sure I can make it up for you about that,” you say, knees bending slightly, so your pussy can open a little. Only if he ever tries to play the oblivious.

A chair squeaked, and it’s impossible not to start imagining Viktor’s lithe fingers caressing the curve of your ass. Instead, you got the cold metal of his cane’s handle.

“Ah!” He chuckled at hearing your surprised gasp.

“Is that disappointment I hear, my jewel? Or just cold?” He hums, dragging the handle along the folds of your pussy until it brushes your entrance, only the tip. “You’re all dressed up for me. And I wonder… why is that, hmm?” he says, the tip of the cane playing between your folds. “Is it because you’d like to ‘keep me company’?”

“I never told you how I planned to accompany you," You mutter, feeling your legs starting to shake as the cold metal meets your boiling core, thinking that you were about to melt.

“Use your words, darling. If you’re so eager.”

There is a certain edge to his words, the hoarse tone around his R replacing the usual soft tone he uses to whisper to you when you two aren’t in the privacy of your bedroom.

“I… I thought you may need… um…” you say, voice lost with each playful movement of his cane in and out your entrance; barely some inches in, but moving it just right thanks to the exhaustive research Viktor had conducted ever since he caught you with that vibrator. Little by little, your arousal warms the metal, and you wonder if Viktor can feel it, too. “Relaxing.”

“Relaxing? My, I’d say this is rather… distracting,” he chuckles, the wheels of his stool coming closer as you hold your hands against your burning thighs. “A pleasant one, of course, but still a distraction.”

“Oh? Then do I deserve a punishment?” You try your best to quip, though your voice quivers mid-sentence.

There’s barely a heartbeat of silence, and then:

“Bend over the desk,” he says, voice stern. You could almost picture him in one of the Academy’s auditoriums giving a lecture in that tone, absolute, bossy. He knows it, of course. He knows you, after all, just like any of inventions, he had spent several hours studying you. Loving you.

Your walls squeeze nothing at the words, but the light from the descending dusk is enough for him to see it.

“Hmm,” Viktor says. “I wonder how you’ve been pleasing yourself these days that I haven’t returned home, my jewel.”

You attempt to roll over—you want to see him, because he looked just so unfairly stunning with his brown hair stuck to his temples, beads of sweat running down his chest as he bit his lip as seeing you just so shamelessly needy for him, trying to contain himself just a little longer...

He pushes your back down the desk, pinching your butt once he catches you trying to turn your head to see him.

“Oh, no, no, my love. If you are going to distract me, then you must accept the consequences.” He bends down, biting your earlobe before nuzzling his nose down your neck, taking in the sweet essence of your clothes, of your hair, the same one he could always smell on his pillow. The mix of his shampoo makes his grasp on your hips tighten.

You whine, pouted lips parting in a breathless moan when he introduces the handler of his cane inside of you, his thumb lazily rubbing circles on your clit, first clockwise, and then in the contrary direction once he feels your walls starting to contract, ushering your orgasm away.

The wet sounds of the handle coming in and out your soaked cunt fills the lab, Viktor’s stool creaking as he re-position. From the sound of his pants unbuckling, you think you know what he’s doing that needed such a good grip on his seat.

“I wonder if you’d take me as well,” he mumbles, your wet sounds mixed with a new one that could only be Viktor starting to jack off from the view of you. "All those toys and they can't replace me.” He uses his left knee to part your legs even wider, his free hand making a wrinkled mess of your skirt, just above your hips.

You huff, fingers white from grabbing the edge of the desk. “As if I’ve ever disappointed you.”

Viktor chuckles, pinching your clit slightly before letting go. The emptiness fills you when he withdraws his cane, though the narrow length is soon replaced by the thick head of his cock rubbing against your entrance.

“Mmmm,” you hum, satisfied. Your hips buckle against him, trying to take him inside of you in one thrust. Sadly, Viktor’s punishment for keeping him away from his duties was never.-ending teasing.

Viktor caresses the curve of your ass, his hands going to brush the outline of your hips and waist until his chest is against your back once again, his big length teasing through your folds without actually giving you what you want—and yet, you know you could finish off with only this. Would he be so cruel, though?

“Come here,” he mutters against your ear, sliding a hand around your waist, and pushing you down the seat with him.

You hiss, feeling the quick buckle of his hips as his cock burrows deep inside of you, twitching at the welcoming, wet warmth of your walls. His hands take you by the hips to stop you from starting to ride him.

“Shhh, shhh. Patience, my love,” Viktor coos, nuzzling his face in the side of your neck as he bites a trail of kisses toward your shoulder, fingers gently pulling down one end of the scarf, brushing slowly down your shoulders to reveal the quite generous cut in your neckline.

Humming, approbatory, Viktor returns to his desk, with a firm grip around your waist to keep you still.

He kisses your cheek, putting his cane against the wall. The metal glistens, soaked with your juices against the reddish hue of the dying sunlight.

His right hand pushes your legs open, tangling your legs against the desk to keep them open when his fingers slide down your stomach, fingers lazily rubbing your clit.

Closing your eyes, your head lolls against his shoulder, letting him take your lips in a kiss that lets you taste the bitterness of the coffee he has just drank to keep himself awake during the night.

His tongue passes along your bottom lip, and it’s indeed that cherry-flavored lipstick, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as the hand grabbing your hip raises to grab your breasts when he grows needy, too.

“Vitya…” you moan, voice muffled as he kisses you again.

“My favorite blouse,” Viktor says, tugging down the smock of the front so he could see your lacy black bra. “So easy to access.”

You smile, hips gently swaying side to side against his lap each time he strokes your clit.

Viktor’s fingers work masterfully inside your bra, rubbing your nipple as your hands frantically undo the clip of your top so he can push the bra away.

It’s too much. Between his playful nibbles down your neck, the slow circles drawn on your clit, his fingers pinching your nipples and rubbing them to make the little peaks soft again even his cock filling you, although still, is enough to push you through the edge of pleasure. Legs shiver as your mouth stutters a moan, letting out a cry that Viktor drowned with his mouth.

“We can’t let the guards know what we’re doing, don’t you think, my jewel?”

“Why… why not?” you pant, kissing the mole peeking above his shirt’s collar. “My boyfriend fucks me so good,” you giggle.

Viktor smiled, his cock twitching at your lewd words. Your walls keep squeezing him, greedily wanting to be soaked with his cum.

"I haven't yet today," Viktor hums, deep in thought, kissing your sweaty brow. “Let me finish revising this blueprint, and we’ll go home.”

You pout, but only another heated kiss is necessary to make you respond:

“Okay,” you say, all doe-eyed now that you’re satisfied. Momentarily, of course. And that you had convinced him to go home. “But only this one blueprint. Or I’ll bite you.” You try to stand up, Viktor’s hand yanking you back between his legs before his cock could sleep out from your pussy.

“I never said you could move, my love,” Viktor says, squeezing your hips playfully. “I’d take you can be a good girl while I finish my work?”

You shake your head. “No.”

Viktor chuckles, his free hand starts to rub your overstimulated clit once again. His other hand quickly drops his pen to reach the bottom drawer of his desk, where you can see the outline of the vibrator Viktor keeps there ‘just in case’. “I suppose I just have to tire you up, then.”

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thehandsresisthim · 11 months ago

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“mellow matters”

contains: smut, sub!mello, sub!matt, mean dom!reader, matt gives mello a handjob, reader is mean, all three of you are in a relationship, bondage (handcuffs), edging, kinda long-term orgasm denial ig

word count: ~1.100

“F-fu-uhhh… fuck y-you both!” the blond man currently resting his head on your chest yells, a desperate tone in his voice.

Your other boyfriend just smiles. “That’s not going to happen anytime soon.” he states plainly, a lazy grin on his face.

Mello growls as Matt continues his lazy strokes; up-and-down, all over his sensitive dick, but way too slow to offer any relief. It’s been a while now, and Mello feels… sticky. His pre has been leaking, and Matt's relentless abuse on his cock has spread the milky white fluid all over his stomach and thighs, too.

You gently push some of the golden blond hair from Mello’s face - not like it’s going to do anything with how much he’s shaking - but still, he leans into your touch.

“You’re so pretty, Mihael.” you say in a sugary tone. Mello practically preens, ignoring the pressure on his dick for a second.

“T-thanks…” he says, sounding almost vulnerable and surprised. But he snaps back to his usual self in just a second, “I-I know. You’re not the first person to notice.”

“It’s good that you know. You’re my pretty boy. My little sweetheart…” you say and run your fingers over his neck, feeling his pulse.

“Mmh…” Mello mumbles in response and nuzzles his head into your chest. Although you can’t see it - he gives Matt a triumphant smile, his eyes glinting. ‘I’m getting more attention!’ is what Mello’s smile seems to say.

Matt responds by squeezing his head particularly harshly. Within a second, Mello pushes his hips up as he loudly moans.

“Mello,” you say, and pull your comforting hand away from his neck, “didn’t we agree that good boys don’t push their hips up? Don’t good boys stay still?”

Mello squints his eyes and turns his head to look at you. His right arm twitches - he wants to point an accusing finger at Matt - but the cuffs around his wrists stop him.

“‘S his fault. Matt…”

“His fault? Mello, you’re responsible for what your body does. Surely, an intelligent, smart boy like you can control his slutty little hips, right?”

“S-shut up! I… I will.” Mello protests, as he gives you an annoyed glance.

“I’m sure you can, my pretty darling.”

Matt chuckles. “But you’re still not going to cum tonight.” he says, voice raspy and breathy, “master has already told me that you’re not allowed.”

The blond man groans in response, eyes flickering with panic for a second. Matt grins at him, his eyes glazed over as he continues his relentless stroking.

Mello throws you a dirty glare, now, all affection gone from his eyes.

“Do you- seriously-“ he stutters, eyes narrowing as he attempts to fight the restraints.

You just give Matt a very pissed off lock. “I just told Matt that he is not allowed to give you any release.”

You gently wrap your arms around Mello, and carefully play with his hair. “I will make you cum later, don’t worry.”

“Regarding Matt, however…”

The redhead has the audacity to continue smirking, still looking lazy and downright unbothered at the fact that you’re probably not going to be so nice to him now.

You affectionately kiss Mello’s neck, just below his right ear. He relaxes a little - but it’s still obvious that Matt has gotten to him.

You decide to throw him a bone.

“Mello, why don’t you choose how I’m going to punish Matt?”

The blond man nods eagerly, and he slowly seems to calm down. “Matt… Matt has t’ make me… make me cum.” he says in an eager tone. “With his mouth.”

You smile and kiss Mellos neck again. Although making the other cum is hardly a punishment - certainly not the punishment that Matt was expecting - you decide to let it slide. But, alas, Mello is not done talking.

“Want ya’ to make him touch himself. And then n-not let him cum.”

You smile. “What a clever boy you are. Matt, you heard him. Make him cum. And - be good.”

With a groan, Matt moves around so that it’ll be easier for him to reach Mellos cock. He starts by gently blowing air on it.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Mello immediately complains.

“Mello. Be nice.” you chastise and gently run your fingers through his hair as the blond man wails. Matt starts to lazily lick Mellos head, slurping up the sticky pre which seems to be everywhere around his throbbing cock.

The blonde shakes in his restraints, and you can tell that he won’t last long - Matt’s earlier, lazy strokes have made him very sensitive.

“‘m close, master! Thank you…” Mello whines out. You smirk as he thanks you instead of Matt - a subtle reminder that both powerful, intelligent men have chosen you, trust you, to dominate them.

High-pitched whines and moans are the only sounds leaving Mello’s mouth as the redhead makes him cum, and gently suckles him through his high.

For a second, it looks like Matt is planning on overstimming poor Mello, but a stern glare from you is enough to make him obediently let go of Mello’s now slowly softening cock.

You run your fingers through Mello’s hair and then slowly sit up. “I’ll get a washcloth for you to clean you up a little, hmm? We’ll shower later.”

He nods meekly and closes his eyes.

“As for you,” you command and glare at Matt, using the strict tone you know he adores, “you can stroke yourself whilst I care for Mihael. No cumming.”

Matt smirks and gets to work - using the residue of Mellos pre as lube, his hands stroking his neglected dick.

You walk over to the bathroom and grab what you need, and then gently clean up Mello. You help him get dressed in boxers, an oversized t-shirt (taken from you - you know he loves the familiarity and comfort of wearing your clothes) and loose sweatpants.

“You feel better, sweetheart?” you ask and he nods.

You help tuck the blonde into bed and watch as he closes his eyes, nuzzling into the pillows. “Love ya’,” he mumbles. You smile and ruffle his hair, then walk back to focus on the redhead who’s currently avoiding your eyes.

“What do we say when we’ve misbehaved, darling?” you ask teasingly as you gently tilt his chin up.

“Look into my eyes. Matt.”

He bites his lip and gazes up at you.

“m’ sorry.” he murmurs, slurring his words.

“Apologies, Matt, I don’t think I heard you.”

“I’m sorry…” he says, still quieter than usual.

“You’re not cumming tonight. I’m sorry.”

Matt whines and tugs on your shirt, as if that could change your mind. “B-but why… I-I-… please…”

You glare at him and he avoids your eyes. “Take a cold shower. If you’re lucky, I’m touching you tomorrow.”

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years ago

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Die Happy - Sanji x Reader

SUMMARY: Sanji is disillusioned about your lack of interest in him. Someone like you could pick and choose among princes, kings and emperors. What's a measly cook to you? Nevertheless, his lovesick heart continuously rejoices when you choose him to waste time with.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

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Part 2 -> "Maelstrom"

Sanji has never believed in ghouls, witches, faeries and the like. However, when he met you his belief began to shatter:

Like a dark sorceress covering the whole world with a curse, you lured all the influential, important men like fire does moths. At first, Sanji fooled himself that all those generals, merchants and noblemen only wanted something pretty to hang onto their shoulders but reality destroyed his comforting illusion when the said men offered riches most people couldn’t even fathom. If you asked them for an armada to sail to the Grand Line, they’d only ask what type of wood you’d prefer. Despite something akin to world domination lying at your fingertips, you always laughed those offers off, telling your powerful suitors that you would think about their words and get back to them.

Sanji once asked whether you’re truly considering marrying one of the generals or kings. Some more naive part of him hoped you’d say no. Alas, the truth, once again, was his adversary:

“Obviously!” you giggled at his silly question. “But I won’t marry the first one that offers me wealth and whatnot. First, I’d like to see all of my options and the world…” your voice trailed away as you vaguely pointed around the two of you. “Well, it’s a big place. Many more kingdoms to visit.”

But to his own demise, the cook was a fool unlike any other. He had no chance at winning your heart, no matter how much he’d try. Still, his untamable desire egged him on, whispering sweet songs of your grace. Even if he could taste your lips only in his imagination, he could do his best for you to have a reason to keep him around like a dog that begs for scraps at his master’s table.

Sanji knows he’s only hurting himself, only furthering his desperation when he makes you smile or earns a speck of your affection. Every dawn, he promises to free himself from your sorcery but when dusk comes and his left with the Moon, his only confidant, he realizes that he could never possess enough power to cut himself free from you. You’ve pierced his heart right through and if he pulls your knife out of his chest, he’s bound to bleed out and die. It’s better if he lets you have complete control over his mind and soul - it’s the only way he will make it out alive.

He’s left cold and lonely on that night. Soft, silver moonlight washes over him through the small porthole in the wall of his room. The sea is almost black at this hour of the night but it becomes a mystical sapphire when the Moon’s glow washes over the lazy waves making them glisten like pure diamonds.

Diamonds… maybe if he had diamonds, you’d see him as a man and not just a shipmate.

Quiet knocking on his door wakes Sanji up from his thoughts. Before he has a chance to get up and open the door or tell the guest to come in, the mysterious visitor enters out of their own volition.

Your tired face makes Sanji think about painting in museums - the ones all connoisseurs consider “classics” and “timeless”. The silk shirt you’re wearing looks not only awfully expensive but, which is much worse, to be a men’s size. Its hem ends right underneath your buttcheeks, threatening to expose your body should you lift your hands. In the darkness of his cabin, you appear as nothing beyond a phantom, a hallucination born out of desperation. And just like a ghost, you’ve come to haunt and torment him in the sweetest of ways; in a way only you can.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asks in a raspy voice. Sanji is doing a great job at appearing unaffected by your rather scantily clad form.

Carefully, you close the door behind you and walk towards him. Your skin glows when you step into the rays of soft moonlight pouring in through the porthole. Dishevelled hair, half-closed eyes and a slightly puffy face - Sanji has imagined you this way countless times but never actually seen. He can feel his body burning up, telling him to seize the opportunity, to wash you in the most charming and suave words he can think of.

“Nami kicks while sleeping,” you say quietly. “I swear to god my whole side is bruised at this point. Can I sleep with you?”

Sanji has to remind himself to breathe and to do so calmly. He’s cool, completely in control of himself. His mouth feels unbearably dry.

“‘Course you can,” he answers casually. With a swift move of his arm, he lifts the duvet. “Come on in.”

The pure bliss that suddenly appears on your face forces Sanji to take in a sharp, ragged breath. It’s an expression he also imagined one too many times when his desperation poisons his mind - not that he’s willing to admit it even to himself. He knows it’s wrong to even entertain a scenario in which you would grace him with such an enraptured face. Still, his will is not as strong as he often makes it out to be.

“Sanji, you are my salvation,” you tell him while getting under the covers with him.

“I know, love.”

It’s both strange and natural, the way your body fits his. As though the two of you have done it so much the memory of your muscles twists and turns your limbs to rest in the most comfortable and intimate way. The odd familiarity makes Sanji think that maybe in another lifetime this is how he always sleeps. He wishes he could find himself in that reality even for a second. Alas, it’s too far out of his reach.

“Damn, you’re really comfortable,” you mumble against his chest. Your hot breath makes him shiver. “And warm. I don’t think I’ll be going back to my bed.” A small grin of cosiness appears on your face - one that Sanji will never forget.

His broad chest and strong arm normally go unnoticed by you but now they’re like a fortress. And just like high stone walls are an unspoken promise of security and happiness, his firm hold on your body is a silent oath of a good night's sleep.

“Stay as long as you want,” he whispers back to you.

Maybe if you weren’t so exhausted, you’d notice that his words aren’t a statement but a plea. They’re the last thing you remember before drifting off to a restful slumber.

Your breathing slows down and gains a steady, shallow rhythm. Keeping you close to his chest, Sanji allows his hands to gently brush against your arm and back. His movements are feathery, almost fearful. He wouldn’t want you to wake up and change your mind about spending the night beside him - he can indulge in his heart’s desire but he must do so carefully.

“If you only gave me a chance,” he whispers into the night.

Knowing you’re asleep and bound to remain ignorant of his affections, Sanji kisses the top of your head. His lips linger against your hair while he takes in the scent that haunts him day and night. Unknowingly, his grip around your body tightens at that moment as though he has suddenly grown most terrified of having you disappear. Too many nights he’s dreamed of this exact scenario only to wake up to a cold, empty bed.

When the dawn arrives and you leave his arms, this little moment of affection won't mean anything to you. It means nothing now. Sanji knows this very well. He doesn't try to lie to himself that maybe you'll wake up a changed person and finally see him as more than a friendly comrade. Although tonight means nothing to you, it holds an unspeakable weight to Sanji, who will forever gloat about the fact that when you needed help, it was him you turned to. It was his arms that guarded your sleep for a few hours.

Fighting off sleep until he collapses, Sanji revels in the feeling of you against his body and pretends, even if for one night, that you’re his the same way he will always be yours. Watching you sleep cuddled into him, he swears he could die happy now.

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niyajade · 5 days ago

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propose - part 1/intro

Authors note | I put links for sevika’s fit because I’m bad at descriptions

The sweltering heat of India only worsens Sevika’s anger. They were eating dinner in the outside dining area when her mother brought up her lack of a lover. Another fight about the same old topic.

“You are getting too old, Sevika! Your father and I had married when we were six years younger than you.” Her mother exclaimed. She rolled her eyes and began to tune out her mother’s scolding. As she does every time.

Her mother continues “Now, I have been very lenient with you on most matters but this can not go on any longer. You will attend the annual ball and choose a wife or I will do so for you!” She snapped her eyes at her mother, now completely alert.

“You can't force me to marry someone-”

“I absolutely can,” her mother interrupted

“If you don’t find someone by the end of that ball, you’ll be marrying whoever I choose. And I'm sure you know who I have in mind.”

Her mother has been eyeing the eldest prince of Kingdom Dewar for months. Despite knowing how gay her daughter is, she’s still been trying to convince sevika to give the man a chance. “I will not marry a man, mother.”

“Then you better hurry and find a woman.” Her mother said with an air of finality. She stares at her mother in exasperation, silently hoping that she’ll break and say she was only joking, but she finds no playfulness in her dark grey eyes.

Sevika huffs and storms away from the table. “I didn’t say you were excused, Sevika!” Her mother yelled as she stalked to her usual running trail.

Sevika had run along that trail for an hour and a half, Imagining that she was running away from the kingdom rather than being where she runs every other day. She was walking now. Breathing heavy and watching as the sun started to set and the moon revealed itself from behind the clouds. The muggy air and chirping crickets let her know that it was time to head back.

She thought about her father as she started to pick up her speed and jog home. As she contemplated her situation, she tried to think about what her father would want. He wasn't the kindest dad but she yearned for his approval, even in his permanent absence. He loved and always wanted the best for his kingdom and in turn, his daughter, even if he never said it out loud. Tough love was his motto.

As she walked sluggishly into the castle and to her room, she made her decision. She would do what was best for her kingdom and if that meant she got married and made an alliance - then so be it.

Doesn't mean she had to be happy about it though.

Sevika and her mother were staying in the most private and luxurious inn they could find in Texas. The heat was barely any better but considering the heat India usually suffered, the small temperature drop was refreshing. The ball was in 2 hours and Sevika still had servants working frantically on her look for the ball. She had hoped that maybe she'd be able to do something herself for once, but alas, her mother had brought them along to ensure she couldn't.

Although, she did have to appreciate that she was allowed to be dressed in pants rather than a dress. Her servants had dressed her in a red lehenga blouse that fit tight around her muscular arms, with gold designs and details adorning the entirety of it, along with a matching dupatta. Her pants were snug around her hips and slightly loose at the bottom with matching gold details around the ends. She wore black dress shoes that were mostly covered by her pants and almost pounds of gold jewelry on her arms, neck and face. Her Silky black hair was in a thick, slightly messy braid that reached just below her collarbone when pulled to the front.

She stood in front in the full length mirror the inn provided and almost didn't recognize herself. She usually dresses pretty traditionally but the jewelry and gold was not something she was typically drenched with like she is today. I look like a princess - she thought

She couldn't tell if she liked it or not.

It was 5 pm by the time Sevika and her mother made it to the ball in their sleek carriage. The castle hosting the royal families was extravagant, to say the least. The palace was high atop a hill surrounded by multi-colored buttercups and bluebonnets. The path up the hill smelt like breezing through a garden of fresh flowers. Sunlight shines on Sevika’s skin as she breathes in the spring air. Her mind hasn't been this silent since before her fathers passing.

They approach the castle doors along with many other attendees, all in their respective cultural attire. She prepares herself for a night of fake, strained smiles and takes one last breath before walking into the castle.

#sevika x reader #sevika #sevika arcane #black!reader #black reader #sevika x you

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moineauz · 1 year ago

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જ⁀ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐄 in me as I 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

side comments: wanted to write for our Nanook and Yaoshi some spoilers of course, violence, Nanook's is kinda dark, reader is known to be the 'arbitrator' or 'mediator.

Whenever a tale, record or paper regarding the elusive and ancient Aeons of the vast cosmos, you, the Arbitrator always weave into each battle, dispute and archive.

You unified and ruled each contestation and difference and have lingered amongst the Aeons yet was never considered one yourself: like a fine mist braiding through the folds of the universe, unravelling and sewing it together.

And by 'it', you meant the Aeons.

While the Aeons were born and bound to the ideologies they arose from with a passionate frenzy, you merely existed- and for what purpose? Historians debated if you were a presence higher than that of Aeons: a mystic authoritarian figure whose one wave or snap of their fingers would bring an undisputed settlement, like a court judge.

However, others consider you to be less of a judge and more of a mediator. A force that ensures the Aeons keep within their bounds and do not screw the universe over entirely. Some reckon that you are an Aeon whose gaze never spared a glance. There are even theories that suggest that Lan is your pupil of sorts. In addition, some pay no mind to you at all in the grand ever-present scheme of Aeons and their ploys.

Regardless of what myriad debates, theories or conjectures rise among devout followers, skeptics, historians and the average being, an indisputable fact remains. No matter the conflict, you are always found amongst the lines in the story or perhaps only mentioned at the very end. A peculiar and reiterating occurrence that even a child could predict.

Alas, only the Aeons themselves will know who you are to them

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐊 - the destruction

Nanook believes you are a nuisance at best. However, you choose your disputes carefully and at times, unpredictably.

Out of every Aeon you have come between, Nanook is by far the one seen most often.

Behind your back, they scoff at mentioning of your name and title and more so at the Aeons who share an ounce of respect for your inexplicable ability or deem you a 'peacemaker'.

However, your trait of never showing favour towards one Aeon or another is like a double-edged sword.

Nanook could hardly recount the myriad amount of times they had benefited from your mediation.

What dumbfounds Nanook is that beings think of you as powerful.

You quite frankly aren't, you're simply a 'good talker.'

And they loathe that.

You know their mind and toy with it, rendering with their plans only for them to alter it. You thrive on their vexations and revel in the might of their aggravation and disgust. Instead of annihilating sparks of life, you force them to cherish it within the palms of their savage hands.

Do you find pleasure in their abhorrence? Seeking it out for laughter's sake?

Nevertheless, Nanook knows you are not shallow or in any resemblance towards Aha.

In addition, Nanook knows you are neither a peacemaker nor a chaos-bringer.

There are moments when you come to Nanook and observe them acutely; having experienced your prying eyes for millennia, they remain steadfast and silent in your presence. Only then can Nanook appreciate you, not for your skill, however, for a delectable and insatiable opportunity to deliver their final gift to humanity: destruction.

For now, Nanook will reign havoc on the planets you grow fond of while quietly vying for a sliver of your attention in hopes of ultimately standing victorious in the eternal game of interastral tug of war.

Perhaps Nanook will then adore you for all the delight you brought to a now, empty universe.

𝐘𝐀𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 - the abundance

Yaoshi believes you are in mortal terms: ‘god sent.’

In comparison to Nanook, Yaoshi does not harbour ill will.

On the contrary, they are fascinated by you.

Why do you come between the Aeons? Do you have preferences? What pleases you?

Yes, there are times when you settle disputes and foil the plans of The Abundance. However, it does not matter! Yaoshi will continue to spread the blessings of eternal life and never-ending spings out into the universe while they watch you from afar.

However, the Aeons are selfish, cunning and self-absorbed. They will gladly swallow any opportunity that comes their way. Hence, Yaoshi's 'curiosity' grows beyond the confines of the word itself.

If you can thwart the plans of Nanook- what else can you do?

Yaoshi admires the growth and sprouting of life from their fingertips: how a flower blossoms vibrantly, staying in said form for eternity.

Thus, Yaoshi can only lick their lips and quell their ever-growing hunger.

What wonder would it be to see you bloom and bring waves of life with a mere sway of your arms or snap of your finger? Worlds can be born and no harm shall tread upon the universe- such a reality can now be achieved...

For now, Yaoshi will whisper sweet words of praise in your ear like honey; gradually drowning you in each sugary drop until they can dress you up in whatever they may fancy. You'll be the star of the universe, you'll be the epitome of ardency and everlasting life. Worshiped and praised: the universe will string together songs of your benevolence!

Alas, Yaoshi must limit their daydreaming... work must be done to accomplish their ultimate dream and it has only just begun.

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I might do a part two with the other Aeons... probably Lan and Xipe. I honestly wanted to get this out of my drafts.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail angst #honkai star rail x reader #nanook x reader #nanook #yaoshi #yaoshi x reader #hsr x reader #hsr fanfic #the abundance #astral express #trailblazer #writing ᝰ.ᐟ

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thebramblewood · 10 months ago

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Everyone say congratulations to the new uncle! Thank you @itcrescentcrow for your lovely Veronica Aurelius, whose story inspired me to have Vlad start a vampire family of his own (for entirely unspiteful reasons, I'm sure).

P.S. Join the fan club if you haven't already!

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Caleb: [startled] Jesus Christ!

Vlad: [wryly] Guess again. I couldn’t help noticing you’ve acquired a new… houseguest. That girl is freshly turned. She has all the grace of a newborn colt. Your sister’s latest plaything, I presume?

Caleb: How many times have I told you I’m not interested in indulging your desire for gossip? Anyone with a modicum of social grace would have taken the hint by now.

Vlad: [continues, unruffled] The curious thing is I’ve seen her before, the girl, at your insipid little gathering of hedonists in the spring. Her cheeks were much rosier then, as I recall. I’m surprised Lilith offered her the dark gift so soon — or at all. Does she not expect to grow bored of this one? Or, I wonder, did something not go precisely according to plan?

Caleb: [defensively] Lilith didn’t turn her. She nearly killed her. I did it to save her life.

Vlad: [amused] Always the humanitarian, you — though it is strange you would choose to burden another with an existence you clearly detest. But I must admit I’m impressed. I wasn’t sure you had it in you. Frankly, I rather thought you’d be dead or driven to madness by now. [sighs stagily] At any rate, I wish you luck. If you’re hoping to raise her in your image, you’ll need it. I can’t imagine Lilith will surrender her easily. Alas, I must go. There are other matters-

Veronica: [snarls aggressively]

Caleb: Who are you?

Vlad: Manners, darling.

Veronica: Sorry, Uncle Vlad. My dinner almost got away from me.

Vlad: [strangely paternalistic] Isn’t she a marvel?

Caleb: Uncle Vlad?

Vlad: This is my niece, Veronica. Well, cousin several times removed, but that’s such a mouthful. I’ve been trying to introduce her for some time.

Caleb: I must have mistaken that for your usual garden variety creeping.

Vlad: We have a common ancestor in my maker, though the bloodlines diverged centuries ago and hers was thought to be quite diluted. You see, after generations of tamping down their vampiric nature, their powers had largely grown dormant. But Veronica is special. She tells me her dreams led her to me. Can you believe it? [chuckles] I haven’t dreamed since I was mortal. At any rate, I’ve taken her under my wing. I have much to teach her, and she is an eager pupil.

Caleb: Good… for you.

Lilith, looking out on them from the window: He has a WHAT?!?

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enbyzombies2 · 4 months ago

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i need to talk about my personal interpretation of bill because i was just showering and it was all i could think about.

note: it is 2am. i am bad at articulating myself. leave me alone if i say shit that doesn't make sense. yes it does.

bill is, at his core, a very immature person. he never emotionally aged past however old he was when he destroyed his home dimension. he is not incapable of seeing his flaws, but he is incapable of acknowledging and accepting them. he cannot see the consequences of his actions, and can barely perceive his actions that lead to those consequences either.

i could really end it there but. alas i continue (I GROW MADDENED).

bill claims that karma doesn't exist, that he's never had an instance of what he does coming back to bite him. followed immediately by something he did coming back around to hurt him. it's played as a joke, because it is, but it also reveals a fundamental thing about bill's character- that he is incapable of accepting the consequences of his actions, furthermore, that his actions even have consequences in the first place. he completely detaches from the things he does, therefore he can do whatever he want. i mean, on the same page spread, he says that he can rationalize anything he does- likely a defense mechanism, but is used to justify his actions when they hurt others. because to bill, people are expendable if they don't work in his favor.

prime example: ford. bill didn't care about ford as far as he could throw him. ford "mattered" to bill in that he could further his success, not in that he could be a companion or someone bill could confide in.

"whaaat, but bill totally cares about ford! that's why he had a breakdown after ford left him!" no offense, but i think the people that say this don't understand abusers on a fundamental level. bill did not have a breakdown because ford stopped liking him-- bill had a tantrum because ford refused to respond to his manipulation with obedience. bill threatened ford in hopes of getting him back on his side through the treat of force, and when that didn't work and instead made ford separate from him further, he got angry. that's what abusers do. they give you ultimatums and then act like the victim when you don't choose them. classic technique, try it some time (legal disclaimer; don't do that. Obviously).

yeah, maybe bill does *like* ford, but not the same way you like your friends (at least. i hope you don't like your friends that way). bill sees him as a pet, as a tool, literally calls him those things directly. he likes ford because of what he can do for him, what he can be for him. he likes ford's flaws, not his actual personality as a whole. ford is *fun*, the same way watching a fish flop around on dry land is fun. the same way shooting stray cats with a slingshot is fun.

everything he did to him was a "joke" and ford just needs to lighten up. it couldn't possibly be that he actually hurt ford- and if he did, well, it's ford's own fault for taking it the wrong way! tmi, my abuser did the exact same thing to me after they caused my first suicide attempt. this is another form of detachment bill employs.

there's a joke from a video i saw years ago that went "(person) actually loves when i gaslight her, she just pretends she doesn't." that is what bill is doing, completely unironically. "ford actually loves what i do to him, and he'll be back because he knows he needs me if he ever wants to actually succeed and be something other than what he was raised to believe himself to be- good for nothing, except that one thing he latches onto as his reason for living."

bill framed himself as somebody ford needed- he had the charisma ford lacked, and could do everything he needed. he could fix his broken mind and make him the person he wanted to be to prove to everyone that they were wrong about him- not in that he only had one redeeming quality, but that that quality was actually what brought him above them. bill affirmed that yes, ford is a freak, but that's a good thing, because normal is boring. and revenge is sweet. people talk about it in aus all the time- ford had every reason to turn away from the human world, they never did him any good. but he didn't. because that's the fundamental difference between ford and bill- that ford has a sense of morality that isn't so deeply buried he can't access it, if it even exists.

and bill doesn't view what he does as wrong. that's why he's all buddy-buddy with the reader in tbob after revealing all the horrible things he did to ford. he can't believe that anybody thinks differently than him- which would be sad if it were any other context. he can't believe anybody would feel sympathy for ford and not for him, even after everything he said. he thinks it's funny, and is sharing it as if it's a joke. because that's all anything is to him. it's all a big game, even if it's important to him.

ok i need to go back to sleep, i'm done typing, enjoy what i've said. or don't. i don't really care.

#gf #gravity falls

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flowersforthemachines · 17 days ago

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hello! 💙✨️

i have a question for our favourite divorce (non-)couple! terribly sorry if you've answered that already, I haven't seen it then.

so, my question is, where does spite fit into the whole couple and then divorce? does he have any feelings toward the break-up happening, good or bad? does he give lucanis a hard time for fumbling a baddie like ghilasara? is he still rooting for them to eventually make up? is he, or is he not, a true child of divorce?

No, I've never talked about it before. But I have always dreamt of being asked that question, so thank you for that.......

Hiding under the read more because this got long, but this is what naturally happens when I'm asked about something I've really wanted to talk about.

I've always thought of Spite as a child of divorce! And also the #1 wounded party in the whole affair (#2 is Ghilasara's griffon. #3 is Lucanis, and #4 is Ghilasara herself. #5 is Bellara, probably. but I digress).

In the sense that he cares deeply about Lucanis, and about Ghilasara, but he's basically forced to repeatedly watch their train wreck from the front seat without being able to do anything about it. That must suck dontcha think. A lot, I wager.

Spite sees life in a much less complicated way than Lucanis does. Lucanis loves Rook + Rook loves Lucanis = they should be together! It's hard to him conceptualise why that is not happening. Spite is often seen as a representation of Lucanis's inner desires; being with Ghilasara is one of such deeper desire, and Spite doesn't understand why Lucanis would prioritise the First Talon position/his duty to the family over it.

From Spite's point of view, Ghilasara is always 100% right no matter the situation. He's in her corner, and is never leaving it. Also attaching this bit from mtyew that happens after their first post-divorce reconciliation to sort of showcase that idea (thick cursive is Spite's thoughts in Lucanis's narration):

“Is [Spite] happy to see me?” “Overjoyed.” You are not saying it right. “He’ll finally have someone to side with in all arguments again. It’s like giving him back his moral compass.”

And, since I've already quoted my own fic, Go First is basically about how Spite spilt Lucanis's secret to Ghilasara (she didn't ask him to do that; he chose to do that on her own), while also keeping her own secret from Lucanis (again, she didn't ask. he took her side unprompted). She is the dog's favourite, for better or worse ^_^

Partially for worse, because I would never say that it's just Lucanis fumbling Ghilasara. I believe that women can do anything as good as men, if not better, which is why I consider their divorces a joint venture (hashtag feminism). Ghilasara is many things, which include being selfish, a coward, and a hypocrite with a "I know what's best for you" attitude. Post-canon her is also a lot more interested in nurturing her mental illnesses than trying to let go of her grief and move on. She is absolutely a big part of their problem.

I headcanon that she was the one to initiate the first break-up, and when it happens, she takes the time to talk to Spite specifically to explain why she's acting the way she does. The fact that she purposefully chooses to stay away is the one thing preventing Spite from constantly badgering Lucanis to seek her out.

Spite will always root for the two of them to get back together, though. Just like he doesn't understand why Lucanis would want to stay away from Rook, he also doesn't understand that it would be better for both of them to permanently cut ties. But alas!

Thank you again for asking <3 I hope this was interesting to read!

#cocainesuperstarblog #self-medicating to rest after bellara week (posting about rookanis divorce)#this is also your daily reminder that if you have any ghilasara or lucanisara (or any other dynamic) question #you are only one ask away from getting an answer to it #I do not gatekeep on this blog. maybe I should though #oc: ghilasara thorne #lucanisara #flowers.txt #asks

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kikyoupdates · 1 month ago

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Leave Your Mark ⭑˚🧪⭑ 𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

You didn’t accomplish anything in your previous life. Looking back on it, you feel nothing but regret, and you yearn for the chance to do things differently. As it turns out, your wish is answered, and you are reborn into your favorite fictional world. This time, you resolve to make a change, and you have the means to do it. You won’t be content with just sitting on the sidelines and letting life pass you by. You will live boldly and vibrantly, as if every moment is your last. No matter what it takes, you are going to leave your mark.

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“Kurono, stop it! You’re acting crazy!”

You can’t believe it’s come to this. Just a few minutes ago, you were in high spirits after a successful training session, and now here you are, clinging to Kurono’s leg and mustering up all the strength in your little body to pull him back by force.

“Give it a rest and let go of me,” Kurono sighs, dragging you along with ease. “You have no one but yourself to blame for having such ridiculous dreams. Kai needs to snap some sense into you.”

“But you don’t understand,” you whine. “I swear you were just hearing things! And Kai will be super angry if you bring something like this up. It’s not going to end well for either of us!”

Much to your immense dismay, Kurono refuses to bend to your will. He’s a stubborn asshole, and in a way, he and Chisaki are pretty much perfect for each other. They’ve got the same crappy personality going for them.

Shit! I’m so screwed!

It looks like you’re out of options. You’re far too small and weak to physically restrain Kurono, so instead, you decide to at least beat him to the punch and have Chisaki hear your side of the story first. You’re still his beloved little sister. Surely, he won’t choose this desperate fanboy over you, right?

“Fuck it!” you cry out. “Catch me if you can!”

You proceed to run as if your life depends on it, and quite frankly, you feel like it kind of does. But it’s going to be okay. Chisaki will believe you. He loves you, and he wants what’s best for you, so if you just take a minute to explain—

Ah. Never mind. Kurono already caught you.

“As if you could possibly outrun me,” he sighs again. “Also, don’t use that kind of language. You’re only ten years old. Watch your mouth.”

You grit your teeth, and even though you don’t say anything back, you mentally curse him out with the most heinous and vulgar insults known to man.

Seriously, what a fucking piece of work. Having beef with a grade-schooler is a whole new level of pathetic.

You can’t overpower Kurono, you can’t outrun him, so you decide to wail out at the top of your lungs and at the very least, make it look like he’s done something wrong to you.

And thankfully, it works.

“What’s going on?!” Chisaki exclaims. “I heard [Name] crying!”

He comes running into the hallway, breathless and slightly flushed in the face. All the while, Kurono glares down at you with a look that says, ‘I know what you’re trying to do, you little asshole’.

Alas, you have no sympathy for him. He’s the one that decided he wanted to play this game.

“Kai,” you whine, pretending to be close to tears. “Kurono is being mean to me!”

You rush into Chisaki’s arms, and he squeezes you close, patting your back and smoothing your hair down, and basically doing everything he can to try and pacify you. Of course, you’re not actually shaken up. At least, not for the reasons he believes. But since Kurono is clearly out to get you, you’re more than willing to put on a dramatic performance.

“It’s going to be okay,” Chisaki reassures. He’s wearing his mask, but despite that, you can see the outline of a smile behind the fabric.

When he turns back towards Kurono, however, he isn’t smiling anymore.

“What the hell did you do?” he seethes. “How dare you make [Name] cry? Did you think I would let you get away with this? You think that just because Pops has allowed you to join the group, all of a sudden, you can just do as you please?”

Kurono must have balls of steel, because with the vicious, murderous way that Chisaki is glaring at him right now, you feel like you probably would have crapped your pants if you were in his position.

“She’s making things up,” Kurono replies, keeping a calm, steady expression. “I stumbled across some unpleasant news earlier, and she’s trying to turn you against me so that she won’t get in trouble.”

“Bullshit,” Chisaki spits. “You’re saying that [Name] would lie? To me?”

You bury your face against Chisaki’s chest and bite back an exaggerated sob. “He keeps saying stuff like that. I don’t know why he got mad at me all of a sudden. What did I do wrong, Kai? I thought we were all getting along. I thought... he was part of our extended family, just like Pops said.”

“You piece of trash,” Chisaki glowers, and you can feel the way that his entire body has begun shaking, as if he’s on the verge of punching Kurono in the face. Of course, you don’t want him to take things too far, but you would much rather he direct that frustration towards someone other than you.

Yet still, Kurono remains stoic and unbothered. He really must have balls of steel. You’re surprised they don’t weigh him down while he walks. Or maybe he’s just completely delusional and doesn’t realize how much shit he’s in.

“I’ll just say this one thing, and then you’re free to believe whatever you like. I came across [Name] practicing with her Quirk earlier... and I heard her say she wanted to become a hero.”

Well. It’s finally out in the open now. You can only hope that Chisaki’s love for you will prevail, and he will believe your side of the story unequivocally.

“I don’t know what Kurono’s problem is,” you insist tearfully. “All I was doing was training with my Quirk for fun, and then he started making all of this stuff up, even though I never mentioned heroes at all!”

You hug Chisaki tighter, using your greatest strength, which is of course your unbelievable cuteness. Seriously, who would side with an asshole who’s just made a child cry? It’s your word against his, and you already know how much Chisaki values what you have to say.

But for some reason, rather than telling Kurono off again, Chisaki doesn’t budge. Even the hand that was once patting your head has since dropped to his side, completely motionless.

He looks down at you with beautiful, but eerily haunting golden eyes.

“You were using your Quirk again,” Chisaki says. It isn’t so much a question, but he says it aloud nonetheless, almost as if he’s trying to convince himself that this is reality.

“I... guess so.” You flinch a bit, discomfort settling into the pit of your stomach. “But I only do that sometimes when I’ve got a lot of time to spare. You and Kurono were busy, so... I don’t know. It was just for fun. It’s like dancing or playing on the monkey bars. It’s just another way to pass the time.”

“But I thought I told you there’s no reason for you to use your Quirk. I’ve already explained this to you so many times.”

He isn’t happy. That much is painfully obvious. It doesn’t necessarily mean he believes what Kurono said, but all the same, you know that he hates seeing you use your Quirk. It’s the whole reason you started practicing in secret to begin with.

Shit. You were so caught up in denying the whole hero thing that you forgot to consider the finer details as well.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. “But it’s... not that big of a deal. It doesn’t mean anything. I can’t help that I have a Quirk. Am I really supposed to never use it again?”

Chisaki narrows his eyes. You can’t tell what exactly is going through his head, but it looks like he’s trying to decide whether he should be directing his anger at you, or Kurono.

Please, for the love of god, let it not be you.

“I won’t use my Quirk anymore,” you insist, hoping he’ll believe your feeble lie. “I’m sorry, Kai. It was just for fun, but... I can tell you really don’t like it, so I promise I’ll never do it again. But Kurono is making all of that hero stuff up. He just wants you to be mad at me. I’m not sure why, but he does.”

“And how would that make any sense?” Kurono frowns. “I wouldn’t gain anything from doing that. Kai, I understand she’s your sister, and you care for her very much, but that’s exactly why I’ve come to you with this information. You deserve to know that she’s started having all sorts of delusions about the future. How can she want to become a hero when she’s being raised by the yakuza? She’s only a child, but she needs to understand that there are certain things she just isn’t allowed to do. And she shouldn’t even want to do them in the first place.”

“Like I already said,” you grit your teeth, “you’re making all of that up! Just because I was practicing with my Quirk doesn’t mean I want to become a hero! You’re adding lies into the mix so that Kai will start to like you more than me because you’re obsessed with him!”

“I am not obsessed with him,” Kurono denies, and he actually has the nerve to look offended, as if he didn’t just jump at the opportunity to turn two siblings against each other.

“You’re totally obsessed with him. I bet you even sniff his underwear when he isn’t looking,” you shudder.

Chisaki’s jaw drops. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Alright, it’s clear that she’s just saying whatever pops into her mind at this point,” Kurono sighs heavily. “I know that you’re not obligated to believe me, Kai, but trust me when I say that I only told you this because I care. I care about the Shie Hassaikai, and I’m positive that neither you nor Pops would want [Name] to have dangerous, unrealistic expectations.”

Chisaki doesn’t say anything. You know that he loves you. He loves you in his own way, as much as he’s capable of, but unfortunately, his resentment towards Quirks and heroes has put you in a really bad position.

“Kurono,” Chisaki finally mumbles. “I still don’t know whether or not you’re lying to me, and to be honest, I feel like kicking you out of the group right here and now. But it’s true that [Name] has a bad habit of using her Quirk, even though I’ve advised her against it so many times. I don’t get why she doesn’t want to remain pure and unsullied. She should want nothing more than to avoid sinking more deeply into the disease that has infected her body. Don’t you get it, [Name]? I’m only trying to protect you, and the more you cling to your Quirk, the more it destroys you.”

Fuck. Why is he like this? You haven’t done anything wrong, but he keeps trying to convince you that his reality is the only one that makes any sense. You really hoped that after all these years, even with his phobia, he might ease up a little. And now what? You’ll have to hide your Quirk from him for the indefinite future? How are you supposed to train your powers? How are you supposed to make strides towards becoming a hero and saving all the people you want to save?

It isn’t fair. You know you should be grateful. You’ve been given a second chance at life, after all. But you finally have goals and aspirations for the future. What gives Chisaki the right to keep you from doing what makes you happy?

You bite down on your lip to keep from crying. Actually crying, this time, not like the crocodile tears you mustered up to incriminate Kurono.

Chisaki crouches down in front of you, then places a hand on your head. “If you really want to become a hero, I have no choice but to tell you what a disgusting, hopeless dream that is. Not only would you be disrespecting the yakuza, you’d also be disrespecting Pops, the man who brought you in, and me, your older brother, who knows what’s best for you. Perhaps Kurono is lying, and while it irritates me whenever people try to deceive me, I actually hope that’s the case. It’s far better than knowing that my little sister isn’t in her right mind. You will never become a hero, [Name]. And stop using that Quirk of yours for no reason. It’s true that you’re still a kid, but you need to start growing up.”

His hand pats your head a few times, and the gentleness is a stark contrast to the cruel words he just voiced. You don’t know what else to do but stand there, feeling almost completely dumb, still trying to bite back your tears before they fall.

It’s not that surprising. You’ve known what Chisaki is like for a long time now, but hearing that you’ll never be a hero, from one of the people you love most in this world...

It just really fucking hurts.

“Listen to your brother,” Kurono decides to pile on, and though he tries to hide it, there’s a smirk playing upon his lips. “You are part of the yakuza. We do not mix with the police and heroes. Be loyal to the side that has protected you all this time.”

Cruel. They’re both so cruel. Kurono aside, you really do adore Chisaki. You want him to be truly fulfilled in life, but you’re starting to realize that his happiness will come at the cost of yours.

And right now, that’s a thought you simply can’t bear.

“...I understand,” you mumble weakly. “I’m... sorry. For everything. For always making mistakes.”

Chisaki parts his lips to reply, and perhaps he’s about to say something a little less harsh, but already, you’ve started walking away.

“She might need a bit of time to herself,” you hear Kurono say. “Just leave her be, and she’ll come to her senses eventually.”

As much as you loathe Kurono’s guts right now, you appreciate that Chisaki isn’t following you. You want to be alone.

So, you leave. Careful not to let anyone spot you, you walk right out of the Shie Hassaikai compound and sneak past the gate through a little gap that allows your small body to pass through. It’s evening, so it’s completely dark out. The odds of anyone seeing you are very low, and it’ll probably take them some time to realize you’ve ventured outside.

You haven’t really thought this through. It’s not like you’re running away from home. You don’t have anywhere else to go, and disappearing in the middle of the night is hardly a recipe for success. But at the very least, you want a bit of space. You want some room to yourself so that you can actually breathe.

You want to be able to use your Quirk without anyone telling you that it’s wrong.

Lifting up your hand, you slowly materialize star fragments in the center of your palm. They're shiny and bright, so they help you see a bit more clearly in the dark of night. It’s funny, since it’s a superpower, but right now you’re just using it as some kind of glorified flashlight.

If only Chisaki wasn’t so set in his ways. If only he could see the beauty in Quirks, and you wouldn’t have to hide anything from him. No family is perfect, that much you know for a fact, but still. You’ve been reborn into the universe of My Hero Academia and you’re supposed to not want to become a hero? That’s pretty much asking the impossible.

With pretty stars lighting your way, you walk, and walk, then walk longer still. You haven’t the faintest clue where you’re going, but it’s nice to pretend, at least for a few moments, that you have the autonomy to do as you please.

But unbeknownst to you, you are walking headfirst into danger. Your falling out with Chisaki was the catalyst, and now, you are rapidly approaching the climax.

“...no fucking way. It’s you, isn’t it? You’re that piece of shit kid from way back when.”

Someone is speaking to you, but by the time you veer around and make sense of your surroundings, they’ve already pinned your arms behind your back and clamped a hand over your mouth.

When you cast a hopeless, fearful glance over your shoulder, you realize that you’re staring up at a familiar face.

“Miss me?” the man sneers. It’s the same gangster that picked a fight with you back when you were still a toddler. The guy that got kicked out of the Shie Hassaikai and decided he wanted to make you the target of his anger.

However, unlike then, you are now completely alone.

Chisaki isn’t here to protect you.

You try to scream, but the hand covering your mouth muffles your cries, and there’s no one else out on the street anyways, so it’s pointless. Since your body is so much smaller and frailer than his, he’s able to rough-handle you with ease, even as you kick and flail and otherwise fight for your life.

“This must be fate,” he says, hot breath fanning uncomfortably against the shell of your ear. “That other kid you were with. He fucking humiliated me back then. It’s bad enough the boss cast me out of the Shie Hassaikai, but for the past few years, I’ve barely been able to get that incident out of my mind. There’s a reason we ran into each other tonight, and it must be so that I can get revenge for all the shit I've been put through.”

You can’t believe this is happening. All you wanted was a little bit of time to clear your head. Perhaps, in retrospect, you shouldn’t have ventured outside alone at night, but what are the odds that you would be attacked the very first time you stepped away from home? You didn’t have the chance to exert caution and consider all the worst-case scenarios. You were strung-out and emotional, and you just wanted a fucking break.

But if your past life is any indication, then maybe you’re just doomed to die young.

Still, you can’t give up. You refuse to give up. You’re alone and afraid, and you know your odds are winning are slim, but surrendering is simply not an option.

Fueled by adrenaline and desperation, you manage to squirm until you’ve got a bit more room to breathe, and then you bite down on the man’s fingers.

“Shit!”

He curses aloud, and in the very brief interval that he’s wincing from pain, you push away from him and cry out into the dead of the night.

But you don’t get very far.

“Stupid bitch!” he screams, kicking the back of your knees. You crumple like a ragdoll, and before you can even blink to collect yourself, he grabs the back of your head and slams it against the cold, firm ground.

And then you feel it. A slick, familiar sensation. One that you prayed you would never have to experience again.

Your skull has been cracked open. It’s just like... it’s just like how it happened during the bus crash. You keep on bleeding and bleeding, and all the while, your body continues to grow numb.

Tears trickle down your cheeks, and you whimper, even though you scarcely have the strength to manage that much. What a cruel, ironic fate. You never imagined that you would have to experience the same painful death for a second time.

Death will claim you soon. That much, you know from your previous experience. A traumatic head injury is incredibly dangerous, and few are fortunate enough to survive one. Even among those that do survive, most end up with permanent, lasting damage.

And yet, even though you know you are dying, your hand still reaches out, shakily, and in your very last moments, you create a few more star fragments within your palm.

So beautiful.

This life was shorter than your last. It ended before you even got the chance to achieve your goals. You want to sob relentlessly, enraged by the unfairness of it all, but you suppose... at least you got along with your family this time around. You made meaningful connections, and you have no doubt that Pops and Chisaki will remember you forevermore.

But that’s just a hopeless attempt at putting on a brave face. Truth be told, you can’t bring yourself to accept this. You just want to live.

God, how badly you want to live.

A few more whimpers spill from your lips, the stars in your palm fade to nothingness, and lastly, your eyelids fall shut.

Once again, death has you in its clutches.

But not for long.

You come to with a gasp. It’s so abrupt that you briefly forget what just happened, and when your eyes open again, you find yourself looking up at Chisaki.

He’s crying. There are tears blurring his vision, and even the mask on his face has been pulled down as he presses you close to his chest, sobbing quietly. He can’t seem to calm down, not even once he locks eyes with you and realizes that you’re awake.

“[Name],” he chokes out, caressing your face with gloved fingers. “My god... I’m so sorry. I can’t believe you had to suffer like that. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have left you out of my sight, not even for a single moment.”

You blink, still shocked and disoriented, but then you realize that there’s no pain. Your head doesn’t hurt anymore, and there’s no dampness clinging to your hair or skin either. You feel hesitant to do so, but ever-so-slowly, you lift a hand and press it against the top of your skull. Then, you pull your hand away and look down at your fingers.

No blood.

You’re unharmed. Even though that horrible man nearly killed you earlier, just like that, you’re good as new again.

Immediately, you understand what happened.

Chisaki’s Quirk has just saved your life.

“It’s going to be okay,” he reassures, pulling you close again and rocking you back and forth, but honestly, you’re not sure if he’s trying to calm you down, or himself.

But it’s fine. What matters is that you’re alive. That's right, things are different in this world. Here, people have all sorts of amazing powers, like the ability to heal others from the brink of death, or in Chisaki’s case—the ability to revive them altogether.

Your beloved older brother is here for you. He might not be perfect, he might even be a bit of an asshole at times, but with him by your side, you’ll never, ever have to be afraid.

“Kai,” you breathe, lips breaking into a warm, loving smile. “Thank you so—”

You stop. Try as you might, the words don’t make it out, and all at once, you begin shaking uncontrollably.

There's a dead body right next to you. The man that attacked you, or rather, what remains of him, is laying in a puddle of his own blood. It’s a sight too gruesome for you to describe, and even though you aren’t actually a child, you are so horrified that you start hyperventilating immediately.

“What’s wrong?!” Chisaki exclaims. He follows your line of sight, and when he realizes what you’re looking at, he simply replies, “Oh. That. You had me worried for a moment. I thought that I didn’t heal you properly, and that you might have still been in pain.”

A sickening sensation rushes up your esophagus, and before you can stop yourself, you keel over and vomit.

Chisaki pats your back, and even though he’s usually so averse to germs, he doesn’t look the slightest bit disgusted.

“There, there,” he says gently. “Get it all out of your system. I’m sure you must be a bit surprised, so just don’t look at it, alright?”

You wipe a sleeve across your dirty mouth and whimper. “K-Kai. What did... what did you do...?”

“What do you mean?” he frowns, as if the answer is obvious. “I dealt with him so that I could protect you. I took care of him in a second, and then I fixed you up right away.”

“He’s dead,” you shudder, and though you want to avert your eyes, you can’t help but steal another glance towards the pile of blood and guts lying on the ground. “Kai, you killed him.”

Chisaki barely even blinks, and much to your horror, he responds with, “So?”

“So,” you swallow. “So... that’s wrong! You killed a human being! Something like that isn’t allowed!”

“That piece of trash hurt you first. And if I hadn’t searched your room and realized you were missing, if I hadn’t come out here in time, you would have died instead. Are you saying it isn’t acceptable to punish a murderer?”

You can feel yourself panicking, but with the way that Chisaki’s Quirk works, it’s not too late. He can still fix that man. It doesn’t have to end in death. He can fix him up, and then you can apprehend him and turn him into the police or something. This is still salvageable.

“Your Quirk,” you say shakily. “P-Please. Use it on him, like you did before. If he dies, you’ll get in trouble, Kai. I don’t want that to happen. You can fix him, right? You fixed me, and I’m sure you can do it to him too.”

Chisaki just stares at you. “But why?”

“What do you mean, why? Because killing people is wrong! Just please fix him,” you sob, pulling on his arm furiously. “Please, Kai, I’m begging you. We can call the police! We can—”

“[Name],” he says sternly. “We are the yakuza. Do you really believe that they will take our side? We can’t rely on anyone apart from ourselves, and drawing unwanted attention is exactly how we get in trouble. The world will be better off without a scumbag like him, who goes around hurting children for the fun of it.”

You wholeheartedly agree. The man who nearly killed you is not a good person, but how can you just stand by and condone murder? Murder is still murder. You can’t let Chisaki go through with this. It goes against everything you stand for.

“Pops,” you splutter hopelessly. “Pops wouldn’t like this! It’s true that you were just protecting me, but... with your Quirk, he’ll also know that it was all reversible. Do you think he’ll be okay with knowing that you killed someone, no matter the reason?”

Chisaki grimaces, and your shoulders sag from relief, because it looks like you’ve finally managed to deter him.

“I wouldn’t want to anger Pops or put him in a bad spot,” he acknowledges.

You nod eagerly. “Right! So, please fix him, and then we’ll figure out a way to deal with him later. Pops has plenty of people working for him, so he’ll know what to do. And this way, your hands are still clean.”

For emphasis, you grab hold of both his hands and squeeze them firmly, trying to fight off the pesky tears in your eyes. Chisaki isn’t a villain. He only did this in order to protect you. Now that you’re safe, he can put everything back in place. No harm, no foul.

“I won’t kill him,” Chisaki affirms. He stands up and removes one of his gloves, so that he can use his Quirk again. Then, he walks over to the man’s deceased, mutilated body, and you watch with bated breath as he fixes him whole.

The man awakens much the same as you did, with a sudden gasp, and a look of bewilderment in his eyes.

You figure that’s the end of it. Perhaps Chisaki will immobilize him somehow, so that he can be brought back to Pops, who’ll surely know how to tie up any loose ends. Even if the Shie Hassaikai isn’t all-powerful, Pops still has contacts in the underworld, and one way or another, this sick bastard will have to atone for harming a child.

Whatever the next step is, it’s not for Chisaki to decide. He doesn’t need that sort of weight on his chest. He’s going to live a carefree, happy life, without being corrupted by darkness.

And yet, the longer Chisaki stares down at the man, who has since started begging for mercy, the colder his expression gets.

“I won’t kill him,” Chisaki says again, but there’s a pause, and the next second, his eyes grow wide and manic. “But just because I won’t kill him... doesn’t mean I’m not going to punish him for what he’s done. [Name], look away.”

You can’t possibly protest fast enough. His Quirk dismembers the man’s body with ease, but this time, you can tell that he’s making a conscious effort so that his victim doesn’t faint or die. He destroys parts of the man’s body, spends a few moments listening to him wail and beg, then mends him whole and repeats the process all over again.

A few missing fingers. Then, an entire missing arm. The man screams for a while, and within a few seconds—everything is back to normal.

Only for Chisaki to keep on torturing him, over and over, and over again.

Chisaki told you not to watch, but the screams are impossible to turn away from, and you find yourself too petrified to move a single muscle. There’s blood everywhere, but the longer you stare at it, the more your senses seem to dull. In a desperate attempt to retain your sanity, you try to convince yourself that none of this is real. It’s the world of My Hero Academia, after all. It can’t possibly be real.

Right. It's not real. Chisaki mutilating someone right in front of your very eyes... there’s no way something like that could actually be happening.

A few tears trickle down your cheeks, and as you feel them dampen your skin, you know that you’ve done a terrible job of deluding yourself.

“You despicable son-of-a-bitch,” Chisaki hisses, blood staining his clothes, his hands, and even parts of his face. Normally, he would have been disgusted beyond belief, but he’s too far gone to pay attention to that right now. “Filth like you belongs down in the dirt. You hear me? How dare you lay hands on [Name]. How fucking dare you.”

All you can do is watch. You don’t even have the strength to stand up, and your eyes won’t stay closed, despite how hard you try. No matter what you say, he isn’t going to stop. He has chosen to harm someone not out of necessity, not to defend himself, but purely because he wants to.

And it’s all your fault.

This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t slip up around Kurono. Or if you’d done a better job of hiding your Quirk. Or if you’d just stayed put inside the house inside of running off.

The only reason Chisaki is doing something so awful right now is because of you.

“I suppose that’s enough,” Chisaki finally says. He steps back, and although the man is still alive—unconscious, but alive—he isn’t the way he used to be. “I broke his legs. I felt like he deserved to be disabled for life, at the very least. Pops will understand. I didn’t kill anyone, and this is a very light punishment, considering what he did to you. Let’s go back inside now. I’ll fill Pops in on the details, and they’ll find somewhere to dump this piece of garbage.”

You can’t even form a reply. Your body is numb from head to toe, and when Chisaki crouches down beside you, you grit your teeth and keep staring straight ahead.

He smiles sympathetically. “I’m sorry. That must have been difficult. But it had to be done. Bad people need to be punished. And the worst crime of all is daring to hurt you. I already let him off easy the first time. Sometimes, pain is the only way to make people understand.”

You still don’t say anything, and instead of waiting for you to react, Chisaki picks your limp body off the ground and lifts you into his arms. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and it feels foreign against your cold, clammy skin.

You’re alive. Up until now, you thought that the only way you would ever feel regret was if you died before accomplishing anything. But you were wrong. You were so, so very wrong.

You fear that Chisaki can never be changed.

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘; Kai Hiwatari

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: She forgot whom she belongs to, and Kai would gladly make her remember.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 21+ SMUT. Name calling- Baby, Overstimulation, possessive!Kai, oral receiving!Fem, name calling, Kai being jealous, mentions of blood, virginity loss, slight ooc Kai

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Kai Hiwatari x Reader.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Minors do not Interact.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: this is my first smut. Please be kind on me y'all

Kai scowled.

Hard.

He knew he shouldn't get jealous. He was her good "Friend".

The Orange headed guy laughed, his turquoise eyes shining as they looked in the eyes of the girl in front of him, her mouth not stopping the chatter as they burst in another fit of giggle. Kai's eye twitched when draped an arm around her shoulders.

Looks like someone will lose an arm or two.

Kai had liked her from a long time. Long, long time- ever since the BEGA ended. She had joined the G-Revolutions to fight against Boris. After his own first Battle with Brooklyn when he returned, no one but his team accepted him with open arms, specifically Tyson.

She didn't knew him, but she too did.

'Every person strays from their path at some point or the other. It does not matter why they strayed, but what matters is that they came back on the right path.' that's what she had said to him.

Since then, she'd stuck to him. Even when he tried to push her, she stuck to him. Her sparklign eyes, her chiming laughter, her blooming cheeks, her sunshine personality.. after all the years-

He felt Joy.

True Joy.

But now as he saw her talking to Brooklyn - his arch nemesis, the man he despised from the depth of his heart - his heart burned.

While Kai glared darkly at the orange head and the girl in front of him, Ray was silently observing him. The Bladebreakers knew that Kai liked- nay, Loved her. It was obvious. Kai loosened up around her, and he had seen Kai giving one of his rare smiles on his otherwise grumpy face.

"They look good together." Ray violently shivered, but held back when Kai turned his glare from Brooklyn to him. "Pardon?" Kai's tone was quiet — but borderline pissed.

"I mean, look at them. She seems happy with him." Ray knew that egging Kai will cost him so much, last time he barely saved his beyblade when in one match he had called her beautiful, and Kai tore his beyblade in half.

"As if you know." Kai rolled his eyes. "I have a girlfriend." Ray snapped back, his fang poking out of his lip and Kai grouched. "Look Kai, you both have been dancing since long." Kai looked at Ray with corner of his mouth, and his back tensed when he saw Ray giving him that look.

The look he gives when he's very, as in VERY serious.

"Before Brooklyn — or anyone — proposes her, go and confess." Ray had turned to go. "Just know that she's in demand." Ray had said, choosing to walk away as he refrained from saying more.

Kai's eyes darkened and he took in her.

"Hey (Reader)!" She turned around, her eyes widening in curiousity when she saw Tyson jogging up to her. "Hey Takao," She smiled. She was one of the few people who called him and his Brother by Original name.

"Have you seen Kai?" Tyson asked and she blinked, heat rising up her cheeks. It was a known fact that she liked Kai. She loved that man, despite him being cold. She knew the struggles Kai had to face.

"No-no, I didn't. Why?" She said softly. She had seen Kai in morning, but somehow he had vanished after the noon. She searched for him entire time, and was wondering if Tyson knew but alas, he didn't knew.

"I was actually wondering if you can give these pancakes to him back home. Your house is on the same way he lives." Tyson said and a cheeky grin passed over his features before he handed the paper bag to Her.

And that's how she found herself in the posh flat owned by Hiwatari Kai. She mused, now realising that how lavish Kai's lifestyle was. Well, he was Grandson of Hiwatari Soichirou and heir of Hiwatari Enterprises.

She mused to herself, and looked around the posh Penthouse. The ceiling was very high, under which the Penthouse consisted of two floors. Huge glass windows overlooking the night of Tokyo, glimmering with many lights marvelled her. The soft, dim light of Kai's penthouse soothed her nerves, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of fluttery.

She had loved Kai. Ever since she laid her eyes on him, she loved him. Except she had found him beaten, battered, and near death. But the blazing fire in his eyes drew her in like a Moth, and even if he didn't love her.. she loved him.

And today, she was to confess.

Her thought process stuttered to stop, heat flushing down her neck and whole body when Kai walked out of his room — dressed in nothing but faded grey sweats. The slightly damp torso and the wet hairs told her that he had recently taken a shower.

Kai halted in his feet when he felt a new presence. He knew that if it was any of his teammates, they wouldn't be sitting so quietly. Tyson would be rambling non stop and hogging his Kitchen, Ray would have brought his little Kitten along with him, and Max would definitely have started television by now.

He whirled around and his eyes blinked rapidly when he saw her sitting silently, eyes wide, red from something he didn't knew, staring at him openly.

A smirk pasted on his face, and very unlike of himself he said, "Like what you see?" Oh he definitely loved the way she turned red.

"I- Oh- Um-" She stammered, pushing a lock of her shining hairs behind her neck. " came here to give you these." She flushed bright red. She hadn't really spoken to Kai, and he had never spoke like this to her.

Kai sauntered towards her and took the bag. "Tyson sent this?" He asked as he waved at her to come in Kitchen. She skipped from one foot to other, wondering if she should go in or not. Kai was being out of his character today. "Yeah, we saved some."

"Thanks for these," he muttered, crossing his arms as if to shield himself from her presence. He leaned against the wall, his usual composed demeanor crumbling in her warm, casual presence.

She turned to face him, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "It's no big deal, Kai. Thought you might need something sweet to brighten your night."

Kai’s chest tightened at her words. Sweet. That’s what she was—too sweet. Too kind. Too… oblivious. He couldn’t shake the image of her laughing with Brooklyn last night, sitting too close, sharing jokes only they seemed to understand. His jaw clenched at the memory.

"You didn’t have to come all the way here for this," he said, his voice clipped. His eyes flitted to the pancakes, then back to her, unsure whether to focus on her or avoid her entirely.

"Why are you acting so strange?" she asked, tilting her head, her voice a mix of amusement and concern. "Did something happen?"

"No," Kai replied curtly, pushing off the wall and walking toward the window. His broad back was now to her, a defensive shield against her curious gaze. He shoved his hands into his pockets, willing himself to stay calm.

She raised a brow, crossing her arms. "Really? Because you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder ever since I got here. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re mad at me or something."

Kai’s heart raced, her words cutting deeper than she likely intended. How could he be mad at her? She hadn’t done anything wrong—except spend the evening with Brooklyn, of all people. His stomach churned at the thought.

"Are you going to the ramen place with Brooklyn again tonight?" The question slipped out before he could stop it, his tone sharper than he intended.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Yeah, we do have plans for tonight." She affirmed.

Kai turned to face her, his expression guarded but his eyes betraying the storm within. "You shouldn’t go," he said flatly.

"Why not?" she challenged, taking a step closer. "What’s with you, Kai? Why do you even care?"

He looked away, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. "I just don’t think it’s a good idea," he muttered.

Her confusion deepened, and she searched his face for answers. "Is this about Brooklyn?"

Kai stiffened, his silence louder than any confession.

Realization flickered in her eyes, and she let out a soft sigh. "Kai, if you’ve got something to say, just say it. Otherwise, stop acting like a jealous child."

His face burned, the word jealous slicing through his defenses. He opened his mouth, but no words came. Instead, he turned away again, staring out at the cityscape, his silence screaming everything he couldn’t bring himself to admit.

She stared at Kai's rigid frame, frustration bubbling inside her. His silence felt like a wall, thick and impenetrable, and she was tired of tiptoeing around it. Dropping the bag of pancakes onto the counter with a soft thud, she crossed the room, stopping just behind him.

“Kai, this is getting ridiculous,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the city outside. "What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird since last night."

He didn’t move, his hands still shoved deep in his pockets. His reflection in the glass betrayed his inner turmoil—his jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line. He was unraveling, and she could see it.

She stepped closer, her voice softer now. "Is it something I did? Did I say something wrong? Please, just talk to me."

His fingers twitched at her words, but he remained silent, staring out at the skyline like it held all the answers.

She wasn’t having it. Placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, she pressed, “Kai, whatever it is, you can tell me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

That word. Friends. It made him flinch as if she’d slapped him. He spun around abruptly, her hand falling from his shoulder. His dark eyes burned with a mix of emotions—anger, frustration, and something deeper, something raw.

"That’s the problem," he snapped, his voice louder than he intended. "We’re just friends. And I… I can’t stand it anymore."

Her breath caught in her throat. “What?” she whispered, her heart pounding as his words hung heavy in the air.

Kai ran a hand through his hair, his frustration boiling over. "Do you know what it’s like? Watching you laugh with Brooklyn, seeing you with him, like he’s the only one who gets to see you smile like that? It’s maddening."

Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and confusion flashing across her face. “Kai… are you saying—”

"Yes!" he burst out, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. “Yes, I’m saying I’m jealous, okay? I hate seeing you with him. I hate the way he makes you laugh. I hate that he gets to spend time with you when I can barely string two words together without making an idiot of myself.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. She was frozen, stunned by the confession spilling from him like a dam breaking.

Kai took a shaky breath, his gaze softening but still intense. “I’m in love with you,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, tinged with vulnerability. “I’ve been in love with you for longer than I can even remember. And it’s killing me because I don’t know if you feel the same way.”

The room went silent, his words echoing between them. Her mind raced, trying to process the sheer weight of his confession. He stood there, waiting, his heart in his throat, terrified of her response.

Finally, she took a step closer, her voice barely a whisper. "Kai… why didn’t you just tell me?"

He let out a dry, bitter laugh. "Because I’m a coward. Because I was scared of losing you."

Her expression softened, and she reached up to cup his face gently, forcing him to meet her gaze. “You idiot,” she said, a smile breaking through the shock. “Do you think I’d be here, bringing you pancakes, if I didn’t care about you?”

Kai blinked, her words slowly sinking in. "What are you saying?"

“I’m saying,” she said, her voice steady now, “that I think I’ve been in love with you too. I just didn’t realize it until right now."

Kai’s heart stuttered, and for a moment, he simply stared at her, his mind struggling to catch up. Then, without thinking, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if afraid she might disappear.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice barely audible against her hair.

She laughed softly, wrapping her arms around him. “I love you, Kai.”

For the first time in days, the tension between them dissolved, replaced by something warm, something real.

And that is how you found yourself pinned on the door, your legs wrapped around his hips which held you up, your each arm pressed onto the door, his hips and very hard on grinding onto your clothed core that ached to be free and touched by those long fingers that you found yourself staring at so many times.

His hot lips trailed down on your throat as he sucked harshly on it, painting purple and red. The flash of memory of Brooklyn and you laughing made him let out a growl, his possessiveness taking over as he sucked harshly on your sweet spot. You moaned aloud, mouth falling open in gasp as your nipples tingled with pain that you wanted nothing but to touch them and relieve them. But you were at Kai's mercy and—

And he was a fucking Tease.

"What happened baby?" Kai asked in a hoarse whisper in your ear and bit it's shell making you mewl. "Tell me."

"K-Kai.." You moaned, your hips automatically grinding on his and his own hold tightened around your wrists, barely holding back. "Please... Fuck me.." You let out a whimper.

"How do you want me to fuck you?"

There was something in his voice that made you react. Your back arched and you nearly slipped, if not for his strong hips to hold you up. "Fuck me, please.."

"But you haven't told me how you wanted me to fuck you?" He mumbled in her ear. The monster of control he had over his emotions and expressions was something everyone marvelled at. You groaned and threw your head back, soon peering in his darkened crimson eyes. "Fuck me so hard that I have to cry to stop you." You groaned softly, your own words sending a thrum down your cunt.

He smoothed his hand on your cheek. "Babygirl~" You jolted, your cunt throbbing with how hot he actually sounded. "No one is crying tonight, let me take care of you." He cooed and took her to bed. Throwing her gently on the bed he backed off, admiring the woman he had fallen in love with. Propping on your elbows you took off the oversized shirt you were wearing, and Kai nearly lost his balance when he saw you wearing that red lace bra, your milky skin peeking through the sheer clothe.

He dived and kissed you deeply, on hand cradling your head, tolting it as per his own preference while other toyed with the jeans you wore, grumbling in your lips as he found it hard to pop off that damn button that held your jeans together. You giggled and took off your jeans, now laying in your undergarments.

The kiss was intense and deep. You didn't knew how the kiss went from sweet, romantic, passionate to Passionate, romantic, filled with hunger and lust. Big hands and long fingers dipped in your curves as he kneeded the soft flesh, your mouth opening in a gasp as a moan left when he pinched your nipped.

Kai had taken off your undergarments when you were too busy and too lost in kissing him, and hissed when your fingers coiled in his hairs. He gently peppered the kisses down your neck, his fingers dipping in your thighs. A shiver ran down your spine when his long finger swiped in your folds, a moan tearing out of your throat that fell into a gasped sigh, filled with pleasure, when his tongue licked on your nipple.

Kai was very talented, with his hands and with his tongue too. His fingers worked on collecting the juices that were already seeping out of your tight hole, while his tongue continuously flicked over your nipple, tugging it with his teeth. You shivered and thrashed when he but at your nipple, mewling softly.

"K-Kai, I can't take it anymore! Please!"

He didn't even had to be told twice before you gasped, a moan tearing out of your throat when his fingers rolled around your clit, the deep circles sending shivers up your spine and hotness down your core. Don't think that this was not affecting him, he was hard. Painfully hard. All he wanted to do was to push himself in you, claim you as his own properly and pound till you are full of his seed.

But he had to gold back, this was first time. And he didn't wanted you passed out on your first time.

So he took his sweet time. Slipping his index finger in your hole, he gently moved it, his thumb still weaving deep circles on your clit as his mouth suckled on your nipple, the pale skin around the dark areola now pink with his ministrations.

"Kai please!" You moaned, fed up with how he was dragging. Kai cooed on your chest, flicking his tongue over the erect nipple as you gasped, and plunged two more fingers in your hear, stretching you like never before and started moving them at faster pace, a moan and a sigh escaping your lips. It didn't took much time before the coil started tightening in your abdomen.

Kai noticed how you tensed, how those pretty and glossy lips fell open, how your eyes rolled back in your head, how your back arched and he realised that this was it. You will come undone in no time. And his fingers started moving faster, the tip hitting your cervix. You couldn't hold it, and the band snapped as a loud moan reverberated in the dark bedroom.

Kai shimmied his boxers off, and looked at your heaving form. His eyes trailed from your sweaty, red face, plush lips to the neck painted in dark purple love bites- his love bites- to the darker red love bites on your breasts to the core that glistened with your fluids which dropped to the pristine dark grey sheets on bed. Groaning softly he kissed you deeply, tomgue immediately pushing in your hot mouth and drinking in your moans.

The hold that was on his hairs tightened harshly when he suddenly plunged his girth in. Kai was long, yes, but he was hella girthy. Your eyes screwed shut as pain ran across your face, tears rolling down from the sudden intrusion. He kissed you more deeply, gently caressing your sides to soothe your aching core as he waited for you to stop clenching on his girth with your gummy walls.

Kai was losing his mind, yes. Especially with how snugly he fit inside you as if your core was made for his heat- it drow him mad. wild. All he wanted was to just push in your core deeper and deeper, and hit the spongey meat which would make your eyes roll back and those plush lips fall open.

"M-move.." A whisper caught his eyes as he looked in her eyes. "What baby?" He asked rasply, his breath shallowing. Your reddened face seemed to turn redder, but your eyes remained closed. "Please move Kai.." You breathed softly, opening your eyes and peering his crimson ones which looked like they just darkened.

Looking into your eyes Kai propped himself on his forearms, and started moving slowly. Your eyes stayed locked on his as your lips fell open in a gasp and he took in the pleasurable faces you were making, your leaking juices working like a lube in helping him stretch you out deliciously.

Kai watched as your eyes fell close and ducked his head down, kissing and suckling softly on your neck littering it with multiple small love bites as he kept moving in you, now more fastly with a purpose and when he hit a certain spot you let out a pleasured gasp, making him realise that he'd found that gummy spot which makes your toes turn. He moved with more purpose now, and you mewled his name softly feeling the tightness bind quickly in your abdomen.

Since he had alredy took an orgasm out of her, the second one didn't took much time to build up. Your hands latched onto his back which was littered with angry scratch marks-your angry scratch marks- and those warm fingertips worked like a soothing balm.

Kai's own orgasm was approaching at fast rate. He might have acted like a bragging peacock by holding back but his restraint felt like slipping the moment he felt the heat of her core for the first time. So when he heard her beg to move, he just... Let go of the restraint.

Hauling up himself on his elbows Kai swiped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her harshly as his hips snapped up with a force, pounding into her wet walls. The room smelt of sex and felt hot, as the sound of the skin slapping and squealching turn louder and louder, and the moans that left your lips.

Kai was literally drilling his hips into you. He wanted you to come with him. He wanted you to claim him just like he's doing. "K-kai! I'm close!" You gasped alohd after breaking the kiss, locking your legs around his hips as he ground inside while pounding in your hole.

"Come with me." He groaned in her ears as his hips took up the momentum and she cried out, her band snapping and Kai felt his own orgasm explode and he came inside her, painting her walls white and in his love. Kai flopped right on top of her- but was careful of his weight- and kissed her tenderly.

"I love you, you know that right?" He whispered breathily and kissed her head softly, looking at her only to see mischief gleaming in her eyes. Leaning closer to him, she whispered. "I want you to show me how much you love me."

And he did show her how much he loved her.

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leighlew3 · 7 months ago

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What were the aspects of Supergirl (show in general or character) that resonated with you personally?

First and foremost, Kara herself... as someone with a ton of trauma, who would have every reason to do not so great things or wield her power for evil, yet does good things and channels her energy into trying to help people -- she's amazing. She is someone who feels isolated a lot of the time and struggles with anger issues but ultimately is such a light and a good person and somebody that just wants to do good for the world, even when it's not always appreciated or understood. Even if it means constant self sacrifice.

I relate to pretty much all of that.

I also loved the idea of Supercorp obviously, because it was such an epic tale in how they were so similar but so different and so inherently fated to be side by side. It could've been so successful if canon romantic on the show instead of just baited. Taking the decades-old lore of Super vs Luthor and instead turning into Super & Luthor -- a story of hate turned into a love story -- that's an incredible concept, and so rich and full of so much storytelling potential. Them just being friends is the 'lite' version of turning that lore on its head. But to go even deeper would've been nothing short of revolutionary.

Alas, instead they chose to tarnish the show's legacy and taint the good it DID do elsewhere in LGBTQ representation (because YES a show can have ancillary rep but still queerbait a lead dynamic -- especially when it's bait that existed before any other rep was even introduced on the show) ...by choosing to be one of the worst examples of queerbait in TV history (due to all of the romanic tropes and parallels and teases and lack of denials by TPTB who very clearly wanted people to stay tuned in based on hope for canon endgame since that very first Clois parallel in 2x01). It was also just an absolute waste of creative potential and true travesty that ultimately only hurt the show and cast and fans and everyone involved, whether everyone is ready to admit it or not.

Anyway, I enjoyed the fact that so many of the characters -- from Kara and Lena (these two especially), to Alex, Nia, and Kelly... so many of them came loaded with one form of trauma or another, but they still were ultimately inherently good people, a great example of 'found family', and heroic as heck in the end, no matter how dark it got at times for some. In large part because they had each other. I mean, I wish they all weren't LITERAL superheroes or supernatural by the end because I think the show (amongst numerous other issues) lost sight of their own messaging that "anyone can be a hero even without powers" but -- they really were inherently such good / ripe characters, the women especially (plus Brainy and J'onn).

Sure, they all (again, the women especially) often were sadly let down by superficial or just plain poor writing and overall creative direction a lot of the time, especially in the end -- but at the core, everyone could find something to relate to in at least one character, if not multiple characters, and that's great.

I know much like fans of Dana Scully in the 90s, a LOT of girls/women were inspired to get into STEM over this last decade now because of Katie McGrath's portrayal of Lena Luthor. And even more people related to Lena's trauma as a survivor of lifelong abuse at the hands of her family and especially her unhinged brother. Seeing that someone can slip into darkness as the result of years of sadistic mind games and abuse of all kinds but still come out the other side a hero, empowered, and a good person who helps others and is capable of loving and deserving of being loved? That's beautiful, and Lena offered that to SO many viewers, so it's no wonder she was a top fan favorite second only to the lead herself. And seeing how that impacted people, was so very moving.

Seeing people impacted by Alex's coming out arc in Season 2 was amazing. Having the first trans superhero on TV was amazing. And so on...

Look, there's a lot the show did wrong. In fact, possibly more was done poorly or wrong than well or good, overall, unfortunately. Alas, there were some little sparks of light to be truly appreciated.

But again, for me, I connected most to Kara's story, her strength, her dichotomy, and her indelible sense of HOPE... despite every reason at times to give up. And to the Kara/Lena love story, in all its infinite, incredible, and still mostly untapped potential.

#supergirl #supercorp #kara zor el #kara danvers #lena luthor

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saeun · 2 years ago

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to you, my woman al haitham + kaveh.

sum. royalty au, not with genshin lore, and a COMPLETE brainfart omg i just needed to get this out

i. first impressions always count | 3.4k words

the lies and the truths: two terms that bind together to make balance. the reflection of the water in the basin mimics you. the wavering ripples and droplets that yelp each time your hand moves in it. a cold morning is what it is. eyebags that couldn't have been more protruding, a frown that holds every unspoken emotion, eyes that rid themselves of numbness — a sickening morning. you're alone, thankfully. amidst the sun's warming beams holds a dull you.

the day you've loathed has come. at the last supper, where a few envoys from the land of the righteous, sumeru, had arrived on the queen's note to deliver her qwords. it was but a slight favour on your side; hidden in her handwritten letter, she offered a deal: marry your daughter to my son. such can benefit both, if you permit. the answer lay in your palms — choose wisely, king.

her offer — or rather, her threat—held her attitude throughout. compared to your father, she's someone to worship. like a fool to a tyrant, your father had no choice. each day by the hour, does your blood seethe with hatred. annoyance for your family, hatred for your greed-ridden father, revulsion for everything that dawns in this damned kingdom.

from the second you were born, they've placed their wants on you. praising you, forcing you, making you their pure goddess. within enevis's dome was the saying "she who borns shall become she who reigns." it's derived directly from the gods that once served these grounds day and night. sitting boldly at the temple's front, the transcript reads words that were shed from the mighty himself to the new goddess. ever since that moment, to her people who live, each time a woman has been blessed into the royalty, she shall be called 'the goddess' descent.'

just pure tomfoolery. what is a deity to a man? a nobel to a peasant? a dream to a non-believer? you've been dragged on as a saintess all your life. controlled like a puppet by its master. a sing-song tale of marionette to her box; she's stuck in a neverending loop, unable to grasp free no matter the attempts. almost like you, who once tried marriage to set yourself free. at the very least, you loved him.

he wasn't anyone special — an average man, is what he was. compared to your status as enevis's sole princess, he was a pedestrian, at least. a farmer on the outskirts of town, producing homegrown crops for the capital's people (not that he earned much anyway). the first time you laid your eyes on him was when you snuck out through the window. it was idiotic, truly, but alas, it gave you a sense of peace. you had to pay off the guards that stood at their posts. one could only pray that your gold was enough for them.

nights of sneaking out turned into marriage. a marriage that wasn't approved of, no matter the pleas. nevertheless, you were a grown woman. you made your choice, even if it angered your mother.

parallel to euphoria, a six-month run was well lived. you couldn't quite clear your status as a princess, but you could've lived with him. a husband and his wife, both living quietly at their home. it wasn't the extravagance you were shaped into, but it felt comfortable. such dreams can only last a minute, unfortunately.

had you known. had you only known that your father wasn't going to let you wander off through his grip. He was enraged at your marriage. "was your vacation enough?" he asked, using your husband's chest as his sword's stand. your father looked at the victim in disgust; he never expected your vision to be so low. so vile, so impure. a shame is what you've become. running around with this peasant while holding the royal name was something the king wouldn't tolerate.

he lacked care for you — hell be damned, he never cared for you. the words write a she but a he is what your father craved. a son, a copy of himself. listening to his wife's words, he believed the sour dream of you becoming him. but alas, you showed him that a vulnerable woman will never be fit for the throne. your father did not a care for you. he didn't bother to retrieve his sword, nor did he bother to comfort you. if you wish to grieve and weep for some random, then so be it. as long as you were back by the moon's descent, he didn't care for your horrors.

quite pitiful, really. it's been hardly a week since that occurred. you weren't given time to grieve — after all, royalty never crumbles. your so-called wedding with al-haitham is due the following week. preparations will take a week. from enevis to sumeru takes roughly two days, granted that the sea is gracious. lost in your train of thought, you mindlessly sink your gaze into the mirror, hoping that soon you'll regain everything.

"my lady, have you completed your morning?" three knocks on the door awaken you. behind the porcelain door stood your lady-in-waiting, adila. aside from your nanny, she was your closest person in the entire palace.

"just a moment, adila," answering her, you scatter across the room to wear your robe. truth be revealed, you didn't do anything but splash some water around.

you walk towards the door, paying close attention not to just give up and run back to your bed. oh, how tempting giving up sounds! turning the knob, you open the door until it reaches your shoulder, preferring to just peek your head out. such actions were totally not done to observe if any of the other maids were nearby. confirming adila's sole presence, you wrap a hand around hers, pulling her into your room before locking the door.

"must i really go to the dining room? seeing their old heads will fill me with nothing but rage!" you immediately begin your complaints. although it is true that you were in slumber, you cannot deny that you overhead the maids talking about new guests that came to dine.

adila softly laughs. to her, she enjoys moments where you spew words of anger day to night. it's not often you get to speak with such freedom — even your maids are ears for your father. your every movement will be recorded. he cannot afford another shameful action from you.

"it must be done, my lady. what can we do against his majesty's order?" maneuvering across your chamber, she attends to your bed, working her hands to smoothen the silk sheets.

"to hell with him!"

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throughout the silent hall, your heels clacked with each step, producing some sort of sound in the deafening silence. at both sides stood two maids — you don't know them. you've avoided learning of any maid the second you learned of spies planted in your palace. sickening and vile. you lack even a sense of comfort in your own wing. the stifling feeling never left; it's as if there's a constant hand pushing down your throat, preventing any particle of air from entering.

slowing your steps, you stop at your palace's entrance. they don't need to follow me. you turn your head to the maid on the right. raising your hand, you notify them both, "you need not follow me any longer. carry on somewhere else."

"but princess —"

"you need not."

"we understand," bowing slightly, they made their exit. you don't care enough to look where they're going — to hell with him and to hell with them.

mindlessly strolling through your garden, you allow your hand to glide through the rose bushes, not caring about the thorns that pierce your skin. if you were deemed impure then who would give care?

the walk from your palace to the main palace took roughly ten minutes. you can only wish that it lasted longer. entering the palace, a nauseous feeling grabs hold of you. you've only touched a centimeter in yet it's still disgusting. memories never leave — to be more exact, those memories never leave.

"are you okay, princess?" a worker, who you couldn't be bothered to learn his position, questioned about your wellbeing. his eyes observed your physical appearance. you were standing upright, like a true royalty, however the evidence of negativity dawned. your unfocused eyes tell more than your words.

"do not worry about me, i am fine," giving him an answer, you focus your vision on him. is he a chef? you wonder. his suit varied from the other male staff: a simple marine blue suit, a lengthy coat that ran down to his mid-calves, white velvet gloves that stopped at his elbows, and a chef's cart standing in front of him. from the dishes standing in it, it seems as though he's going to the same destination you share.

"are these for the morning dine? with the envoys?" you inquire. if it's the truth, you'll enter with him.

"ah, yes, it's the appetizers as the main brunch has yet to finish," he gestures to the top dish before he continues, "would you like to join me to the room, princess?"

"that'll be appreciated," nodding, you both continue on to path that leads south. hopefully one angers the gods and they send two lightning strikes down as a lesson, if that'll ever happen.

arriving at the door, the guards announce your entrance as it opens from the inside.

too bright, you think.

small, hesitant steps were taken as you tried hard to focus on your practiced emotions. you did not suffer atrocious lessons to falter at the sight of a damned family.

"good morning, all. may her rays shine gold," you greet everyone at the table. prefering to not say another sentence until it's over.

"have you slept well?" your mother asked, placing two extra breadsticks on your plate.

"i did. thank you for asking, mother," you replied, opting to not look at her or anyone.

resting his palms flat on the table, your father interrupts to begin the brunch, "let us begin the feast."

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quite some time has passed, judging from the multi-colored clouds that decorates the sky's canvas. you're all in the main garden, discussing the final actions that'll take place in enevis. well, that excludes you. you fear that you've long blurred out their conversation — it's uninteresting and draining.

another thirty minutes has passed and yet they've failed to finish their conversation. if you're not given freedom anytime soon, you're going to start malfunctioning.

"it's been decided then. y/n, you'll travel to sumeru today," your father speaks, signing off his signature on the scroll.

"pardon me? today?" you're taken by surprise. maybe you should've kept up with at least the schedule. looking around, you begin to worry about your luggage, "and about my belongings? i don't believe they're bagged already."

"they are."

"oh, alright then," sighing, you sit back into the chair. since when did they do that? you think.

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two days have gone since you've left enevis for sumeru. the sea was graceful, thankfully, but it didn't cease the sea sickness.

sumeru is a beautiful kingdom — you cannot deny. it's laced with greenery and architecture that symbolizes its history. unfortunately, leisure time is what you lack. preparations for the wedding will swallow every millisecond of your time. even in your slumber it'll haunt you. the carriage ride to the central city was quiet. you only took your lady-in-waiting to this trip as you do not need more eyes to lurk on you.

you don't remember much from the journey — in all honesty, you blanked out. heavens be cursed you don't even know how you got in this room. it appears to be his office. the ornaments and funiture deprive it from being named a relaxing room. his desk was the messiest of all; multiple layers of scrapped paper, crumbled balls of different colored paper, pens and pencils alike scattered across and last but not least, him. he isn't your soon-to-be husband, but he seems like someone important.

his aura is soft. aside from his shirt having the top three buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to his forearm, his coat long abandoned to the side couch, hair tied in a messy bun — is that a straw? well, it looks like someone has been sleeping out in their office.

"please, forgive the mess. i've been slaving for the new building," he speaks up, hands moving with pace to make him and his desk presentable.

"do not worry. take your time, sir," reassuring him, you gift him a genuine smile. at the very least you can be at ease in sumeru.

a smile dawns his face as his shoulders relax. seems like he swore you would've been a rude individual. finishing his... routine... he reaches a hand out to you as he greets himself, "call me kaveh. i'm the marquess of sumeru, head of the architect ministry."

accepting his hand, you follow suit, "i am y/n l/n, first princess of enevis, second to the throne."

"forgive me if i offend but are you not supposed to be the first to the throne?" kaveh asks, his confusion is more than obvious.

"i would've, however, i do not care for the throne. the archduchess is in lead for it," you explain the throne-tree to him. your answer was only half the truth — while it's not a lie that you do not care, it's also the fact that you're too lazy to rule an entire kingdom (but no one needs this knowledge).

kaveh's mouth shapes into an 'O', he nods at your answer as he sits back down. offering you some cookies, he begins once again, "whenever you are ready we can head over to his highness."

"i understand," your curiosity about the prince was immediately quelled without having to say a word. bringing a cookie to your mouth, you hold a hand under your chin for any fallen crumbs.

"heavens, these are delightful!" complimenting the cookies, you hum at the sweet taste.

"they truly are! collei made them. she's a student at the ministry of agriculture and medicine but she's an amazing baker," kaveh rambles. he's quite happy that you truly aren't a "stuck up" princess.

after some time relaxing and listening to kaveh's rambles, you've decided that you'd go to see his highness. don't get it wrong — you adore kaveh and his voice is soothing but you also wish to see your husband.

on the path to al-haitham's wing of the palace, your sense of joy return as your conversations with kaveh never ends. he's a comfortable energy to be around. much different from the sour ecstacy that drowns your home. he's a talker and you're a listener — a combination crafted by the heavens, if you will.

the stroll hadn't past more than fifteen minutes — that itself isn't the accurate time... due to kaveh's excitement to plaster your attention on the details of each pillar. according to his sources, he spent eons delicately crafting every design, paying heed to incorporate historical transcripts and symbols. you both were content with your conversations but to your dismay, all things must come to an end. that and your soon-to-be husband awaits your arrival allegedly.

"we're here! i'll escort you up to his office. he should be there alone," he speaks, holding one hand out to guide you along the staircase.

his hands are soft.

accepting his offer, you gift another smile, "thank you, sir kaveh."

"just kaveh is fine, princess."

"then so be it. call me by my given name as well."

oh, kaveh thinks. to say he's captured by surprise would be a hellish understatement. times like these are where he wishes biology never worked the way it did. the soft pink overlay at the tip of his ears surely didn't go unnoticed.

deciding to refuse, kaveh stumbles on his sentence, "i — i cannot do that, princess."

an expected reaction. you must allow him this, it's only fair as he allowed you.

"please do, kaveh. it is only fair."

fuck, he swears that he isn't this easily flustered. a simple sentence — nothing about it should be this heart-racing. is it because you said it? maybe he needs to visit the nearest hospital.

covering the lower half of his face with the back of his free hand, kaveh continues to escort you to his highness' office. unfortunately for him, he'll have to leave right after. being a marquess and a minister is not an easy job.

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tense, awkward, and boring. what an uninteresting individual is he. you will not deny, he's quite the eye-catcher, however, he lacks the personality. the minute you entered his office, he greeted you and went back to his paper work. you cannot say he's rude — you were technically disrupting him but is it hard to give you two minutes of his time?! well, the conversation-starter lays in your palms.

"your highness, would you like a cup of tea?"

"no."

okay, rude.

clicking your tongue, you decided it'll be best to leave it in his hands... not.

it's been hours. if another minute passes, you'll give into the urges and slouch. a princess must never lose her composure but this princess might just! the time you've spent observing and making mental analogies of this prince, it is safe to assume that you hate his guts.

a princess that despises awkward situations and a stoic prince. it'll end well, right..?

"accept my apologies, i prefered to finish my documents before attending to you," al-haitham speaks, finally arising from behind his desk and to you.

"it is all right, prince," you lied.

al-haitham walks around his desk, adjusting his cuffs while he made his way to you. compared to kaveh, his energy is dull; he seems as if the light of life had been vacuumed out of his body. you keep your gaze on his figure — he's lean, to say the least. as he sits, you dash your eyes to look somewhere else.

such eyes are too intimidating — it reminds you of your father. al-haitham on the other hand, he calls for a maid to bring in delicacies and such. he will not tolerate leaving his guests deprived of food.

"would you like to discuss the wedding? everything else such as the coronations have been handled prior," he speaks up, educating you on the details you've missed.

"i don't see a reason not to," you replied, smiling at the maids as you whispered a "thank you" to them.

al-haitham leans forward to the coffee table, raising the tea cup to blow the steam.

"well, i'd first say that i will not be bedding you the first night."

"that is quite all — excuse me?" your automatic answer was cut short. just how high is his audacity? how rude to think you'd bed a man like him!

"please, take no offense. i would rather not bed anyone. it is not you, princess," clearing you from any suspicion, he continues to not pay you any mind.

"that is not — anyway, prince, i believe we should set some boundaries?" you suggested, trying your best to calm the twitching vein under your right eye.

"i'll see it done. is a written contract okay with you?" he replies. better than hearing you speak. he may be rude but at least he's tolerable. hopefully.

"yes, i do not mind." with your answer finishing the marriage conversation, you two continue on with casual topics. he's a talker, all right. it seems like he's the person to continue on once you've introduced a topic of his liking.

fortunately, all bad things come to an end. as the moon illuminates, al-haitham decided to end it here. though, before you make your leave, there are a few words he must say.

"i'll see you at the banquet. my staff will send over a gown — it matches with my suit. please do wear it," notifying you about his absolute god-sent kindess (he was forced to.)

al-haitham walks with you to the exit. a blessing of relief washes over him once his eyes landed on someone that appears to be your lady-in-waiting.

"my lady!" adila's steps fasten towards you. she smiles and then stops. who is this peculiar individual? deciding the give a bow of respect, she greets al-haitham, "goodnight, sir who i do not know of."

a chuckle was heard at the right of al-haitham's side. it appears to him that you find this amusing.

"just 'prince' is fine."

"yes — PRINCE?!" adila's eyes display her exact thought process. it's evident that she's thinking something along the lines of "dear heavens, i hope they don't behead me."

"pardon my intrusion, i will leave now. see you at the banquet, prince," you interrupted their conversation — knowing adila, she'd stumble on her words and unleash a train of apologies.

"oh, yes. let us go, my lady!"

ii. banquets, fake impressions and hateful actions | 1.1k words

it's alluring. a gown parallel to the morning sky, diamonds littered around its collar. silver accents adorn its front, reaching down to its very center. ruffled patterns accentuate the back, creating more volume than you could ever ask for. perhaps al-haitham has more to him than a robotic personality.

you're in awe. of course, you've had beautiful gowns before but this — this is just gorgeous. the reflection in the mirror captivated you like no other. your hands slid down the front, adoring the way it complimented your body.

"you look wonderful, my lady. sure to be most explenditurefous!" adila complimented. she busies herself with dusting off your heels as she's the only maid left in your chamber.

"explenditurefous?" you asked, rather confused about the sudden unknown word.

"no word can describe your beauty, so i made my own!" she cleared.

earning a smile from you, you softly laugh at her logic. adila's truly someone you can't live without.

"thank you, adila."

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the banquet.. is definitely a banquet..! you're not sure if it's because you're in a different kingdom, but they sure do things different to enevis. for the past hour you've held your stance to the side; more comfortable with the option to sit back and lurk rather than to be the main attraction — which is foolish. you, a kingdom's princess, can never hide. your gown matches with that of sumeru's crown prince. only a fool can miss that sign.

swirling your champagne glass, you hum at the difference in people that decorate the banquet's room. they all look beautiful — especially kaveh. looks like he knows how to appear alive when he isn't cooped up in his office.

the music changed? you wonder, carefully listening to the soft, sensual rhythm crafted by the chior.

"my lady, would you care to do me this dance?" someone asks, bowing slightly as he holds out his hand for yours. you don't know him — it's also rather unfortunate that he isn't your type.

"oh, my ap—"

"move along. do not try to dance with her."

well excuse me, you think. it's obvious by his tone who the voice belongs to. a stoic voice for a stoic man, sumeru's crown prince, al-haitham.

he towers over the stranger, eyes oozing of annoyance and authority. al-haitham himself doesn't know why he's so irritated by someone trying to dance with you. is it not basic etiquette? dances shared with others are nothing but a noble's etiquette. nothing more, nothing less. so why must be seethe with rage at the image of you dancing with someone else at the center of the room?

"you, come with me," sliding his hand to your lower back, al-haitham guides you to a deserted room. whether you like it or not, he has business with you.

"heaven forbid! must we walk so fast?!" complaining, you came to a complete stop.

somewhere in the building's balcony, you two stand. the moon's light rains a soft, dim light across both. there's a soft wind that blesses the night. it's romantic — if you weren't stuck with him. you're annoyed that he takes action without — at the very least — talking to you.

and al-haitham? he's lost. physically, he looks bored. mentally, he's panicking. curse his mother for summoning such a breathtaking woman, really.

"you've been blatantly ignoring me ever since the universe was shaped," frowning at him, you poke at his chest. you'll do whatever it takes to show him your annoyance.

"have you any idea how sickening that is —"

huh — why is he — what's going on?

you, him, and a kiss. al-haitham's hand moves from its position at your lower back to your waist. one hand busies itself playing with your gown's jewellry as the other focuses on resting on your cheek. not that you are complaining — actually it's quite the opposite; contrast to your hatred for his attitude, you do not mind getting physical with him. he is, indeed, quite the appetizer.

pulling away, al-haitham's eyes remain in yours. it takes him a few seconds to recollect himself before speaking, "my apologies."

at times like these do you wish adila was here. you're completely out of any sensible answers. fiddling with your fingers, you decide it's to keep it short, "it's fine — but were you not the one who said "no physical contact" prince?"

fuck, forgot about that, cursing himself in his mind, he refutes with a "smart" reply, "think less of it. simply consider it practice for our wedding."

was he not — okay.

"you're a funny guy, you know," succeeding in preventing yourself from malfunctioning, you continue, "a horrible liar too."

"refrain from such assumptions."

"no!"

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making your grand entrance at the banquet's room, you immediately shuffle away from al-haitham. the buffet calls for you — he can practice patience. sneaking to the buffet, you mentally drool at the sight of different desserts gracing your view. so many to eat, so many to taste. if the goddess permits, you can plan a robbery with adila and send her to your chamber with hidden desserts.

"what're you doing, y/n?" another familiar voice speaks, slightly scaring you in the process.

"who — oh, kaveh!" you beam at him. you've noticed that every time kaveh comes into the picture, your energy immediately restores. perhaps it's just his default power.

engulfing you in a small hug, kaveh snickers at the hidden yet loaded plate that sits behind you. using the clues, he can tell you were having the time of your life.

"you look magnificent," he compliments, completely taken by your appearance.

"you, too! your suit makes you look quite appealing, if i must," returning his compliment, you can feel yourself get giddy over his words. unlike al-haitham, kaveh's somewhat a sweet-talker. but what he lacks is what al-haitham has: boldness. contrast to him, al-haitham's quick with his actions. he acts on command but lacks to verbal confidence.

kaveh clears his throat. as sumeru's marquess, he mustn't show any signs of blushing — especially when he can feel al-haitham's stare digging two holes behind his skull. kaveh, more than anyone, knows sumeru's prince. having grown up with him, he can tell that the intense one-sided eye contact either means 1) get away from her or 2) find yourself here now. and to kaveh, he believes both options hold the same amount of truth.

"well, i have to go before he shoves me to the underworld. i'll see you around, y/n," saying his goodbyes, kaveh hurriedly shuffles through the crowd.

unable to speak due to the cupcake occupying your mouth, you wave at his running figure before returning your attention to the food.

looks like it's going to be a rather rough time being stuck between a prince and a marquess.

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