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But I'm very homesick for arms that have never hold me🎀🪞

PICK A PILE: What Do You Need to Hear, What Do You Need to Know?🦢🩰

You guys are not ready for this one, because let me tell you—Spirit decided to wake me up with a Chihiro x Ariana Grande mashup blaring in my head like an alarm clock, and I just knew. This isn’t a coincidence; this is a channeled message, loud and clear. I mean, who else gets spiritual downloads with a side of TikTok trends? Clearly, I’m favored. Anyway, grab your coffee, your crystals, or whatever you need to ground yourself, because today’s reading is about to serve you layers of spicy revelations, unexpected clarity, and a sprinkle of divine chaos (because why not?). If you're feeling hot flashes, dreaming in metaphors, or noticing all the crows in your neighborhood suddenly staring at you like they’ve got something to say—this one’s for you. Let’s get into it, shall we?

❗This is a collective reading so please take what resonates and leave what does not❗ Please be careful of scammers, I'll never reach out to you and ask you for money or personal readings❗

Pile One🦪

My gorgeous Pile 1, let’s talk, because Spirit came in loud with this one—and I mean literally. The crows wouldn’t shut up, the downloads wouldn’t stop, and my body? On fire. Hot flushes, all over, like Spirit turned the heat up to make sure you get this message. So, let’s break it down.

Signs & Synchronicities

Right off the bat, notifications could be huge for you right now—check your messages, your DMs, your emails, whatever. Something important is trying to reach you, and you don’t want to miss it. Chocolate? Perfume? These are connected to sweetness and self-care, but also attraction and indulgence. Are you finally indulging in yourself, Pile 1? Or are you craving something—or someone—that feels just out of reach?

And crows? Let me tell you, they are not just random birds hanging out. They’re messengers, carriers of divine justice, and omens of transformation. If you’ve been hearing or seeing them, this is your wake-up call. Spirit is saying, ‘Listen, babe. We’re talking.’ And that crow sound? It’s sharp, like a reminder to stay alert, to notice what’s unfolding around you. This message has layers, so stay with me.

The Energy—Hot, Spicy, Intense

This whole reading is laced with heat—those hot flushes all over your body? That’s Spirit igniting a fire within you to finally heal. And when I say "heal," I don’t mean just dust off old wounds. No, this is deep, soul-level healing from something that cut you hard and left you spinning. You’ve been carrying this pain for too long, and Spirit is here, loud and unapologetic, telling you it’s time to let it go.

The Cards

Queen of Swords upright with The Star—This is your clarity and your hope. You’re stepping into your truth, cutting through the nonsense, and reclaiming your voice. The Star says healing is happening, but don’t expect it to be gentle. It’s the kind of healing that burns before it soothes. You’re being guided to dream big, even if your dreams seem out of reach right now.

Queen of Swords reversed with Three of Swords—But let’s be real. You’ve been here before, haven’t you? Trying to heal, only to slip back into old cycles. That reversed Queen shows me there’s still some bitterness, some unresolved pain. Spirit is asking you to look directly at your heartbreak without flinching. The Three of Swords is raw, but it’s also a turning point. Acknowledge it, cry over it if you must, but know that it’s not your forever.

Eight of Wands with The Hanged Man—Once you face that pain, things will move fast. Communication, opportunities, and clarity will flood in, but you need to shift your perspective first. The Hanged Man is here to remind you that sometimes, the only way out is through. Let yourself sit with the discomfort—it’s temporary, I promise.

Seven of Swords reversed with Eight of Swords reversed—Oof, someone’s lies or sneaky behavior might have trapped you in your head before. But no more. These cards are about releasing deception, both from others and yourself. Stop lying to yourself about what you want, Pile 1. Stop pretending everything’s fine when you’re screaming inside. You’re freeing yourself from this mental prison, and let me tell you, it’s about damn time.

The Hermit with Knight of Cups—This is where it gets juicy. After all this introspection, someone—or something—new is coming in. The Knight of Cups is a romantic, a dreamer, someone who stirs your heart. Whether it’s a person, a creative project, or an emotional awakening, this is the spark you’ve been waiting for. But it only comes after you’ve done the inner work.

Nine of Pentacles with Five of Swords—You’re stepping into independence and self-worth, but beware of those who might try to sabotage you. The Five of Swords is a warning: not everyone will celebrate your glow-up. Some people are better left in the past.

Ten of Pentacles reversed with Page of Wands—This could indicate a shake-up in your foundation. Maybe it’s family drama, a breakup, or a financial reset. But the Page of Wands reminds you to stay curious and optimistic. New beginnings often feel messy before they feel right.

Knight of Swords with The Devil reversed—Your determination to break free from toxic patterns is unmatched. The Devil reversed says you’re cutting cords, ditching bad habits, and stepping out of cycles that no longer serve you. You’re unstoppable, babe.

Strength reversed with Ace of Cups—Here’s the emotional release. You’ve been holding it together for so long that you’ve forgotten how to let go. The Ace of Cups is your emotional renewal, your fresh start, your permission to feel everything again.

The High Priestess reversed with Queen of Cups—Spirit is saying, ‘Stop doubting yourself.’ Your intuition has been screaming at you, but you’ve been ignoring it. The Queen of Cups is here to remind you of your emotional depth and wisdom. Trust yourself—you already know what’s right for you.

Eight of Pentacles with The Sun—All this hard work you’re putting into yourself? It’s going to pay off in ways you can’t even imagine. The Sun is your ultimate happiness, your reward for all the effort. Keep going; you’re so close.

Five of Cups with Justice—Justice came out right as I was saying, ‘You’re getting your justice.’ Spirit does not play. This is karmic balance, the universe setting things right. Yes, you’ve experienced loss, but it wasn’t in vain. Everything you’ve endured is leading you to this moment of divine justice.

Bottom of the Deck: Temperance—Patience, my love. Healing isn’t a straight line, and balance takes time. But you’re on the right path.

Split Deck: Four of Cups reversed—You’re waking up, finally seeing the opportunities Spirit has been placing in ront of you. Stop dwelling on what didn’t work and focus on what’s possible.

The Message

Pile 1, you’re in the middle of a transformation so profound it’s practically radiating from your cards. You’re healing, releasing, and stepping into your power. Spirit is here, crows and all, to remind you that justice is on your side. Keep pushing through the discomfort—it’s leading you to a life that’s brighter, freer, and more aligned with who you are.

And those notifications? Answer them. Something important is trying to reach you. Stay hot, stay spicy, and stay open to the blessings heading your way.

Pile Two🥀

The Vibe is Magnetic, and Spirit is Dancing With You

Oh, Pile Two. You didn’t just stumble into this reading—you waltzed in, spinning, singing, and twirling with a vibe so contagious it practically leaps off the cards. Let’s talk, because Spirit is loud and clear with this one. There’s a rhythm here, an undeniable flow, and the details? Oh, they’re dripping with significance.

Signs & Synchronicities

Dancing is huge for this pile. Whether you’re on the dance floor or grooving in your kitchen, there’s something about movement and rhythm that feeds your soul. Singing could be just as vital—expressing your voice, your truth, your essence. You might be someone who loves to accessorize—colorful bracelets that jingle with every step, or those stunning braided hairstyles adorned with beads.

The energy here screams personality—vibrant, unapologetic, and undeniably you.

But there’s a competitive streak too, isn’t there? Whether it’s proving yourself to others or loving that rush of pushing boundaries, there’s a fire in you that thrives on standing out and shocking the world. You don’t back down from a challenge—you lean in.

Now, let’s talk about itchiness. An itchy nose, a sudden rash—it’s like your body is reacting to this energy shift. Spirit is saying, “Pay attention!” These physical signs are nudges from the universe, reminders that something big is brewing.

And then there’s the time zone difference. Are you in a long-distance situation? Maybe you’re straddling two worlds—north and south, winter and summer (Timezone difference, Australia mentioned. HELLO?). But what stands out? Spring. A fresh start, a rebirth, a blossoming.

Also, Aries energy is coming in strong—bold, fiery, determined. Maybe it’s in your big three, or perhaps it’s just the vibe you’re stepping into: courageous, unstoppable, and unafraid to take the lead.

The Cards—Breaking It Down

Nine of Wands & The Devil—Let’s start with the tension. You’ve been through the wringer, haven’t you? The Nine of Wands shows resilience—standing tall, even when life keeps throwing curveballs. Paired with The Devil, though, it’s clear there’s something or someone trying to hold you back. Old habits? Toxic patterns? This card combo screams, “Break the chain!” You’re on the verge of freeing yourself from whatever’s been binding you.

Nine of Swords reversed & Five of Pentacles reversed��Here’s the good news: The worst is over. Those sleepless nights, those feelings of lack and abandonment—they’re lifting. You’re stepping out of the shadows, finding your strength again.

Three of Pentacles & Page of Swords reversed—Collaboration is key, but Spirit is warning you: not everyone in your circle has your best interests at heart. The Page of Swords reversed suggests miscommunication or even gossip. Keep your guard up and trust your intuition about who’s really in your corner.

Four of Swords reversed & Queen of Pentacles—You’ve rested long enough. Now, it’s time to get back in the game. The Queen of Pentacles shows you stepping into a nurturing, abundant energy—balancing your hustle with self-care.

The Star & Ten of Pentacles reversed—Hope is your guiding light, but don’t get stuck chasing someone else’s idea of success. The Ten of Pentacles reversed suggests that your “happily ever after” might look different from what you originally envisioned—and that’s okay.

Queen of Cups & Page of Pentacles reversed—Emotionally, you’re in tune, but don’t let small setbacks throw you off course. The Page reversed is a reminder to keep learning, growing, and experimenting without fear of failure.

Seven of Wands reversed & Seven of Cups—You don’t always have to fight. Sometimes, stepping back and reassessing your options (and there are many, trust me) is the best move.

The World & Six of Cups—A cycle is coming to a close, and it’s paving the way for something deeply nostalgic and fulfilling. Whether it’s reconnecting with a person or rediscovering a passion, there’s a sense of coming full circle.

Strength & Judgement—You’re stepping into your power, answering Spirit’s call. This is a rebirth, a reckoning, a chance to redefine yourself. Don’t shy away from the reflection staring back at you.

Knight of Pentacles & Queen of Swords reversed—Slow and steady wins the race, but don’t let impatience or harsh self-criticism derail you. The Knight is reliable, and you’re building something that lasts.

The Bottom of the Deck

The Lovers—Ah, the heart of it all. This is about choices, connections, and alignment. Whether it’s romantic or not, you’re calling in something—or someone—that resonates with your soul.

Split: Nine of Cups & Justice—Wish fulfillment is on the horizon, but Justice says you’ll get exactly what you deserve. This is karma balancing the scales, so trust that what’s coming is meant for you.

The Message

Pile Two, you’re in the middle of a transformation that feels like a dance—sometimes smooth, sometimes chaotic, but always moving forward. Spirit is asking you to embrace your unique rhythm. Let go of what no longer serves you, lean into the things that light you up, and trust that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

That Aries energy? It’s your cue to be bold, fearless, and unapologetically you.

Pile Three🎀

Traveling Through Love, Fireworks, and a Deep Connection

There’s something sparkly and electrifying about this pile, isn’t there? You’re stepping into a story that feels like a whirlwind—like packing up everything in your bags and rushing toward an adventure. Travel is on the horizon, either you’re coming back from a trip, or one is definitely in your future. And it’s not just any trip. There’s a sense that this one will change you, shift you into something more you than you’ve been in a while. But it’s not all about the destination. Oh no, this is about the journey—one full of love, fireworks, lace, and that breathless feeling when you know your heart is about to explode.

Signs & Synchronicities

So many things stand out. First of all, broken earbuds or earphones? That’s a message right there. A reminder that some things, or perhaps even relationships, just don’t stay in one piece. They break, but in the breaking, there’s a deeper connection waiting to be made. There’s an underlying theme of things falling apart to make space for something new and beautiful.

And let’s talk about pink. Baby pink specifically. It’s soft, it’s delicate, but it’s also powerful. Maybe you’ve been seeing pink lately—whether in your wardrobe, decor, or in the most random of places. This is an invitation to open your heart, embrace vulnerability, and trust that love is not only possible but waiting for you.

Then there’s the theme of bags—packed bags. You’re not just physically packing up, though; you’re preparing for an emotional journey. Some of you could be making big moves soon, whether in relationships or lifestyle choices. It’s like Spirit is preparing you for something big, and you’re already subconsciously getting ready.

And fireworks—boom. There’s something that’s about to explode into your life in the most magnificent way. Maybe it’s a relationship, maybe it’s a moment of self-discovery. Whatever it is, it’s going to leave you breathless. Lace could also be significant—delicate, but intricate and deeply meaningful, like the threads of connection in your life.

Travel? I know we’ve mentioned it, but there’s something special about it. You could be reconnecting with someone from your past, or maybe you’re about to meet someone who feels like a past life connection. Someone who’s going to be incredibly dear to you.

The Cards—Breaking It Down

King of Wands & The Devil—The energy here is intense, fire-burning, and possibly a little addictive. The King of Wands is bold, confident, and passionate—someone who knows what they want and goes after it. Paired with The Devil, though, it’s clear that there’s a magnetic attraction here. Maybe there’s a person in your life or someone coming in who embodies this energy—a powerful force that could sweep you off your feet. But beware: there’s something about this connection that could be a little...dangerous. Will it lift you up or leave you craving more?

Three of Pentacles reversed & Eight of Pentacles—You’ve been trying to collaborate, work with others, and build something lasting. But right now, it feels like things aren’t coming together as smoothly as you’d like. Don’t let that dishearten you. The Eight of Pentacles is here to say that your hard work will pay off. Maybe it’s time to focus on yourself for a bit—hone your craft, perfect your skills, and let things fall into place.

Nine of Pentacles & The Chariot—Ah, independence and drive. You’re stepping into your power, learning how to stand alone, but there’s also a rush of energy—like a burst of momentum carrying you forward. The Chariot says go. Whatever it is you’ve been hesitating about, it’s time to take the wheel and drive. You’re unstoppable now.

King of Cups reversed & Seven of Cups—The emotional confusion here is palpable. There’s a lot of energy, but not all of it feels grounded. Is there someone who’s emotionally distant or unstable around you? The King of Cups reversed could indicate that someone close to you is struggling with their emotions, and the Seven of Cups adds to the fog, making everything seem unclear. Keep your heart open, but trust your instincts to cut through the illusions.

High Priestess reversed & Seven of Swords—Don’t let secrets or lies stand in the way. The High Priestess reversed is asking you to trust your intuition, but the Seven of Swords is a warning. Someone may not be telling the truth, or you might be withholding a truth from yourself. Pay attention to what’s hidden—whether it’s in a relationship or in your own actions.

Knight of Cups & Queen of Cups—Here comes the love, or at least, the potential for it. The Knight of Cups is a dreamy, romantic energy, and with the Queen of Cups, this is a deeply emotional connection. Someone is about to step forward—perhaps they’re already in your life—who sees you for who you are, someone who feels like home.

Queen of Pentacles & Four of Wands—Stability, home, family—this is what’s on your mind. You’re looking for something grounded, something that feels like it lasts. The Queen of Pentacles is practical and nurturing, and with the Four of Wands, there’s a sense of celebration. Could this be a wedding, a reunion, or a coming together with someone from your past? Whatever it is, it’s building toward something beautiful.

Strength & Ace of Pentacles—You’ve got the strength to make this new beginning happen. The Ace of Pentacles is all about tangible, grounded beginnings—whether it’s love, work, or both. But it’s going to take courage. Do you have the strength to face what’s ahead? I know you do.

Five of Cups reversed & Six of Cups—Letting go of past hurts, emotional releases, and embracing the lessons. The Six of Cups is all about reconnection—could it be that someone from your past, someone who means the world to you, is coming back into your life? Or maybe it’s just a new love that feels like it’s been years in the making.

Three of Cups & Eight of Swords reversed—Celebration and release. The Eight of Swords reversed is a reminder that you are no longer trapped by your thoughts or circumstances. It’s time to embrace joy, to surround yourself with people who lift you up and support you.

Ace of Cups & Page of Wands—A new emotional beginning is coming, and it’s going to ignite that spark in you. The Page of Wands suggests excitement, curiosity, and exploration—there’s a sense of newness in your emotional journey, and it’s one that’s going to set your heart on fire.

Page of Swords reversed & Star—Communication could be a little off, but don’t let that stop you. The Star brings hope, healing, and renewal. Even if things aren’t perfect right now, there’s a beautiful future waiting for you.

Moon reversed & Two of Cups—Truth is coming to light. The Moon reversed uncovers secrets, and the Two of Cups brings balance, a true partnership, or union. This is about clarity in love. Whether it's someone from your past or a new, deep connection, this relationship is unfolding just as it’s meant to.

The Bottom of the Deck

Ace of Wands reversed—There’s a delay in the beginning, but it’s coming. This is a slow burn, not a flash fire. When the Ace of Wands comes in reversed, it’s a reminder that sometimes, the most powerful sparks take time to ignite.

Split: The World—A cycle is coming full circle, and you’re about to experience completion, closure, or a new phase. The world is a powerful card of achievement, success, and finally coming into your own.

The Message

Pile 3, you’re entering a chapter full of excitement, love, and undeniable fireworks. Whether you’re about to reconnect with someone special or embrace a brand-new relationship that feels like fate, the energy is palpable. Love is coming in hot, but it’s not without its twists and turns. This journey will be full of moments that make you feel like you’re traveling the world, discovering pieces of yourself along the way. Stay open, stay grounded, and let the universe unfold its magic for you. You’re ready.

And there you have it, my darlings. Another reading, another wave of energy to sift through. I hope you caught those messages—whether the fireworks, the lace, or the truth that’s just waiting to spill out. Remember, the universe doesn’t speak in straight lines; it whispers through synchronicities, songs stuck in your head, and moments of undeniable connection. Keep your eyes open, your heart even more so, and let things unfold as they should. Until next time, you know where to find me when you need clarity, a nudge, or just a little dose of cosmic truth. Stay fiery, stay fierce, and always keep a little mystery, darling. Xoxo, May.

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probablyasocialecologist · 4 months ago

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Israel is a nation founded on and sustained by settler-colonial violence, whether the Haganah and Irgun militias in 1948 or their descendants, the Israeli Defense Forces, Mossad, and Shin Bet. Without the massacres, without the trails of tears leading to Gaza, Lebanon, Syria, the West Bank, Egypt, and Jordan, Israel would not exist. Settler violence in the name of Jewish supremacy is both Zionism’s original sin and its operative logic. From the left flank of Zionism (represented by figures like Yigal Allon, leader of the Israeli Labor Party) to the right (like Menachem Begin, commander of the Irgun Militia and future Likud Prime Minister), the founders of Israel were united in their designs on historic Palestine and beyond. Chaim Weizmann, the first president of Israel, declared in 1937, “We shall spread in the whole country in the course of time . . . [the partition] is only an arrangement for the next twenty-five to thirty years.” The dreams of early Zionist leaders live on in the settlers who terrorize Palestinians in the West Bank and push their settlements ever-deeper into what they call Judea and Samaria, or the “Land of Israel.” To today’s liberal Zionists, this is a deeply inconvenient historiography. After all, the Zionist colonization of the West Bank is widely condemned, and the International Court of Justice recently found that Israel’s fifty-seven-year-long occupation and settlement of the West Bank is illegal under international law. For decades, liberal Zionist writers have attempted to portray the West Bank settlers and their benefactors as the bastardization of a sacred ideal, rather than what they more truthfully represent: the bare, exposed soul of Zionist settler colonialism, without reservation, without media training, without hasbara; pure, unadulterated violence, biblical racism, greed, and theft. The settlers are, if nothing else, remarkably honest about the nature of the Zionist project. By cordoning them off as aberrations to be rebuked, the intent of liberal Zionist commentators is to reclaim the legitimacy of Israel via controlled demolition. This manifests in what the academic Kerry Sinahan recently described as “critical counter-insurgency,” a mode of commentary and reporting which is designed to “to rescue Zionism, rather than Palestinians, from the rubble of Israeli destruction.” Counterinsurgent critique is a means of controlling the narrative and constricting the spectrum of political possibilities. If the Zionists themselves set the parameters for acceptable criticism of Israel, they can ensure it serves their interest—and that it doesn’t go too far, to the rational end point of anti-colonial resistance.

3 September 2024

#israel #palestine #zionism #gaza #settler colonialism #liberalism

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lovelykil · 9 months ago

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heart eyes─

ᯓ izuku midoriya

note; this was inspired by a cai bot :3 I lowkey rushed at the end. I am very sleepy 😔

everything was fine.. before Izuku got hit with a villain's peculiar quirk in a fight you and a few of your classmates participated in.

when you saw him cry out in pain you quickly punched the guy you were fighting and passed him to the cute doe-eyed girl.

"ah-! Wait Y/-"

"give him a final blow Uraraka!" You yelled out as you ran toward Midoriya. Uraraka watched as you dashed over to the hurt teen with the stunted man in her arms. Her curious eyes widened, but she was brought back to reality when the villain gained back consciousness.

"oh, right!"

you swiftly did a run and slide over to his injured self and immediately began to check on him. The villain that used their quirk on him was far gone, they ran from the scene with a cheeky laugh. You looked over at the disappearing villain and cursed,

"crap she got away.." as you grumbled you heard Izuku mumble something in pain, he groaned picking his head up. Your hand remained on his back when you quickly turned around.

"Oh Midoriya, are you alr—"

"I.. don't feel so good.." He looked up at you with his eyes sealed closed and his brows knitted together in pain.

"what did she do to you— oh?" Your eyes dilated in shock when he fluttered his eyes opened. His pupils were now.. heart shaped?

It took him a moment to adjust to his environment, his eyes shifted a few times before they landed on you. That's when his eyes began to dilate.

"oh wow you're so prettyy.. hahahaa." His speech was a little slurred as if he was drunk, he seemed like a completely different person when he spoke to you. You felt your cheeks warm up.

"What the???"

"and that's the last of them! I shall inform the police we have captured these hooligans." Iida adjusted the sticky tape thanks to sero, wrapped around the remaining villains. All four of them looked embarrassed and irritated they got their ass beaten by a bunch of teenagers.

uraraka came in to join on the surface after successfully restricting that one villain you passed on to her, she held onto sero's tape that was wrapped tightly around the villain and held it like a balloon. "and there's another, release!" The villain came crashing down on the hard ground with a thud while uravity landed quite delicately on the hard surface.

the three students smiled in contentment at one another, they served their amount of justice for today it seemed, and were ready to head back to their dorms.

"the cops will be here shortly!" Iida exclaimed as he set his phone away from his ear.

"greaatt, can't wait to head back now! I'm starvin'." Sero rubbed his tummy with a relieved smile.

"awesome! Now— oh wait deku and Y/n! I saw her rush over to him I'm not sure what happened but it seemed urgent." The doe-eyed girl looked around for you and quickly spotted two bodies, you and izuku.

"they're over there!" She pointed and started forward. Sero followed along quickly after but Iida stayed to watch the villains, he watched in the distance with a worrisome face.

"Y/n! Is everything fine? We captured all the villains and—" both of the two heroes stopped in their tracks once you turned around in a very eerie manner at their voices. Your head turned slowly to reveal Izuku with his arms around your neck and him desperately trying to kiss you. Your face was a mess of a red shade as well as dark and disturbed.

the two heroes who came to save you watched in shock, Uraraka even blushed herself she was even more surprised.

"help... me..." You croaked out dramatically. Something traumatizing for sure happened when those three were out fighting and you were left alone with izuku.

"WHAT HAPPENED??" In unison, sero and uraraka yelled out, stunned at the sight.

. . .

after taking izuku to the nurse she sent him back, he wasn't really injured but affected by a quirk .. so she couldn't do much to help the boy only thing she mentioned was "the quirk will eventually wear off within maybe a day so it would be better if he rested to cause nomore.. drama."

"I'll make sure he gets to his dorm since he apparently doesn't want to let go of me." You try your hardest to push the green-haired boy away but his grip around your arm is too strong. You groan.

uraraka and sero chuckle together, "hopefully the quirk will go away when he wakes up."

"yeah, let's pray." You nonchalantly reply with a grin, you turn around after giving those two a wave. They wave back and watch you disappear with Izuku still so close to you.

"I wonder what that villain's quirk was and has deku acting like that.." uraraka mumbles with her hand to her chest, her eyebrows knit, she was worried.

sero pats her back for comfort, "he'll be fine! He's gone through much worse anyway." uraraka's worried eyes soon change as she gazes up at him, her hand falls momentarily. "I guess you're right."

. . .

"and we're finally here..." You finally let out a sigh of relief now being in izuku's room. Your head lifts itself up and your met with so much all might merch. Your eyes dilate.

"oh boy."

I forgot he is such a fanboy... you say to yourself.

izuku suddenly drags you over to his bed by the arm, you hadn't had time to even take in his room and he was already starting his bullshit caused by that damn quirk... that love quirk you now know of.

"ahg-! Izuku?!" He places you onto his bed with no time to spare, it's like he was waiting.. to do this. He pushes your body down on his sheets with his strong hands as he slowly climbs on top of you.

you don't have time to hide your blush, you don't have time to even process this situation anyway !!! Your cheeks were so hot you were practically boiling.

he had put you in a pot and was going to eat you ALIVE.

"y/n.. I.. I'm sorry I can't really help it, it's like something inside of me.. just really wants you." His heart-shaped pupils stare right into your shocked ones. His voice was so low and whiney as he apologized it made you gulp hard.

temptation was getting to you.

you've always liked him and for some time really, but you never told him,, only because you guys were focusing on becoming heroes and because you guys were good friends. You didn't wanna ruin anything.. but apparently now, that didn't seem to matter.

izuku was quite literally in between your legs now, his hot breath you could feel on your lips drove you crazy. He was so close.

"izu.." You breathe out, your eyes narrow down to his lips then to his love sick eyes.

his hand makes it to your warm cheek and caresses it lightly with his thumb. His other hand sneaks it's way onto your waist, after that you immediately folded he's got you now.

anything he says now you'll obey.

shit.. your eyes dart away, flushed as ever.

"aw come on, look at me sweetheart." His sweet voice rings in your ear. Your head turns almost immediately and he smiles.

"you're so cute when you get nervous you know?" His hand on your waist starts to slide up and down as he whispers to you. You choke out

this was to much, you wanted to escape, run away, something! But then again you wanted him to kiss you so badly, you were practically dying for it to happen already.

"I.. uhm" He simply smiles once again, watching you struggle to say something. His heart-shaped eyes looked to soften in size as he gazes upon you. Oh how so cute you look, it was finally time.

izuku wasn't really izuku right now obviously because of the quirk, but a little bit of him still remained in control. He felt a bit nervous currently but thanks to the quirk you couldn't detect it. He also wanted to kiss you, badly.

but was that really him or the quirk?

"I.. I wanna kiss you, is that okay?" He mutters, suddenly his gaze leaving yours. His hand leaves your waist and he leans away. He's playing with his fingers suddenly?

you slowly sit upwards from the wall and study him, he is fidgeting, is he nervous now?

"you want to kiss me?" your eyes light up, sparkle even. He looks up and nods, the way he does it is so cute . He looks so shy now with his green eyes softening at you.

you think for a second, will he even remember this kiss?

your eyes find his and leave them there, your lips curl suddenly, and you nod.

It would be better if he didn't remember... it would save the embarrassment.

"you can kiss me." Izu lips part, he's taken back at your reply. He's about to speak but something inside him seems to switch on. His fingers twitch and you notice his pupils, heart-shaped, dilate again.

oh no, it's back.

"oh you're so cute I can't wait to taste you sweetheart.." izu moves forward again, he makes you lean back against the wall. You blush a bright red, your nerves are back gosh he is so DIFFERENT now..

not so soft and shy but flirty and obsessed.

"taste??!" You blurt out as he lifts your chin toward him. He smirks, his eyes narrowing to your sweet lips.

"that's what I said, no?"

. . .

"should we tell deku dinner is being served? Or let him sleep?" Uraraka asks iida who walked beside her.

"well y/n hasn't made her way to the common room so she is most likely with Midoriya right as we speak. We should inform her and have her bring dinner to him." Iida states. They both motion toward Izuku's room, growing closer.

"that seems good, I hope he's okay though and she isn't having to much trouble with—"

"AAAAAHHHH MIDORIYAAA, STOP !!!"

a loud shriek echoes through the halls that made the two wandering students stop dead in their tracks.

"what in the world was that??" Iida looks around, alarmed. Uraraka points to the door.. izukus's door.

"It came from there!" The girl blasts off quickly to the rescue. Iida is caught off guard by her speed as he follows behind her

"wait up!"

the two race to the selected door and come crashing in, ready to tackle any danger that might have gotten inside.

"stop you crimin- oh!?" The brunette's face takes on a shade of pink at the sight infront of her. Her brows, once stitched together were now raised to her forehead.

her eyes flicker a few times before she makes a loud flushed noise and covers her face.

it was you and izuku, he was now ontop of you. His legs were protecting your sides as he attempted to kiss you once again. Your arms are on his shoulders..TRYING to stop him but uraraka probably already had the wrong idea.

you turn your head at the flushed girl, you blush yourself.

"uraraka?!" You shout, now incredibly embarrassed. She didn't say anything but kept her hands on her face.

"and IIDA!! what are you two DOING??" suddenly four eyes makes his appearance.

your eyes widen which makes your arms fall, izu finally kisses you but.. it wasn't your lips he met.

"IIDA??? OH MY GO— EEK?!" Your body tenses up, izuku kissed your neck. Oh my god he kissed your neck and wasn't stopping.

your body temperature rose like a thermometer, you were officially a red tomato.

"IZUKU???"

#𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘬𝘪𝘭 ᯓ★#boku no hero acedamia #mha x reader #mha #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya

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purplepixel · 3 months ago

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- Ch. 20 of Spiders Web With Strings Attached by @psychologicalwarclaire

GET HER MIKEY. GET HERRRR. JUSTICE SHALL BE SERVED!!!

This is your reminder to go read this amazing fanfic. Am I spoiling a pretty big moment in this fic? Maybe. Only those whove read it would understand the amount of pure euphoria this chapter gave after words and words of having your heart shattered in a million pieces. Chapter 20 of swsa is iconic and remains one of the greatest moments in fanfiction I’ve ever read.

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stardancerluv · 3 months ago

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Eight

Summary: Justice is served, feelings are realized.

Warnings/Notes: 18+ & over! P in V consensual sex, implied violence…death in the coliseum, drinking, old time thoughts about the gods & life.

Sol Invictus: Roman god of the Sun, Pluto: Roman god of Death, & Ursa: Bear

❤️s, comments, feedback & reblogs are always welcome! Thank you for reading! (A bit long!)

Sitting in the royal box of the coliseum made you nervous. You had only stood and served prior to this day. As you settled in your seat you felt like all the eyes were on you. You knew that wasn’t the truth of the matter but it didn’t help. Your heart kept a steady beat.

“Don’t worry. The eyes will be on me soon enough.”

Startled, you glanced at Geta. A slow smile spread across his face.

You glanced around the intensity of his gaze made you shift where you sat. Taking a breath before looking back at him. “Sire?”

“Justice is going to be served.”

“Good.”

*******

This was going on to send ripples in the water. He looked forward to seeing if it would bring about a storm. Regardless, the earth will be free of one enemy. Perhaps, others will scurry out of the shadows and reveal themselves.

The herald, called for the attention of the vast audience. Trumpets sounded. He felt as if the gods, were on his side as he walked to edge of the royal box.

“People of Rome!”

He shouted. A thick silence fell over the arena, it ceased what remaining words flew from people’s lips.

“People of Rome!” He repeated, he looked over the seats.

“When dawn broke this morning, before Sol Invictus flew across the sky to bring us the sun; a man snuck into my dwelling. He wished for me to meet, Pluto.”

The crowd erupted. He allowed them to scream their disgust, their unpleasantness.

Easily, the herald brought the coliseum once more the order.

“My trusted guards, have questioned him.”

He let his lips curl into a wide smile.

“And it is here I will let you all witness justice. You will see what happens to anyone who tries to end my life.”

The clanging of metal filled the colosseum as the gates rose up, the man beaten and bruised was brought out. Seeing his condition pleased him greatly.

“Now, I will allow you and the gods to choose his final fight.”

A snarl followed by a loud, guttural roar filled the arena. A lion, pounced and rocked his iron cage. He circled in the small space eager to be released.

“Shall we allow a lion have its way?” He called out.

The man now standing by himself could be seen trembling at the place the guards had walked him too.

The creaking of a much larger cage came into the arena. Just as some of the loose sand was kicked up in a breeze and blew when a roar from the depths of its belly was heard. A bear, far taller than serval men stood on its hind legs and banged against his cage. Spit, fangs were bared as it roared once more.

“Who shall this assassin be brought to justice by?”

The crowd went wild. Their screams, their cheers were far louder than both of the beasts that were in the arena.

He watched from his perch, the man fell to his knees. His eyes, which had once been filled with hatred and malice now were watery and full of pleading, remaining on his knees. He completely forgot the sword the guards had dropped near him as he appeared to cry out with pleas for mercy. The man who had wanted him dead not that long ago.

A laugh erupted from his throat and he threw back his head in amusement. His crown of golden leaves remained where it rested atop his head.

Power, surged through him. He spread out his arms. He got his answer. It was as if the words had been whispered in his ear.

“The gods have spoken!” He hollered.

The crowd, once again silenced.

“Today, a bear is what deliver the sentence!”

The men who drew out the lion, returned it to the shadowy tunnels where they fed and kept it ready for any match or punishment.

The men who brought in the bear, bowed to him before turning to the locks that held the bear secure.

The man jumped to his feet, barely able to grab the sword left for him. He bowed quickly. That irked Geta, but he would be dead soon enough, he mused.

The bear, shook himself off ignoring the men who retreated back to passageway from which they came. He appeared to look around.

“Be the hands of the gods, great Ursa!” Geta called out.

The bear rose at his words, letting out a roar. He had been trained well. Geta smiled. The bear finally saw the man. He lowered himself onto all fours.

“Now for justice.” He said softly and caught the eyes of you, his brother who actually looked pleased for the first time in a while and the general. Who looked actually ill at ease. he shrugged it off. He knew he liked the freedom of a battle. The landscape of the earth beneath his feet as he fought along side his legion with a sword in hand.

Sitting down, he saw as the bear and the man clashed. A scream and roar mingled and became one. The man did manage to graze the bear’s shoulder with the blade before he was knocked into the air from the full force of the bear. A fight ensued.

Geta, glanced away to see you. There was a flush in your cheeks and your eyes looked as if a storm had rolled in, reminding him of how you spoke of things to him. But your emotions, he couldn’t be certain of. He watched as you turned towards him, surely you felt his gaze up you. Your eyes met his.

“He is getting what he deserves for what he attempted to do. In the underworld, he will never forget.” You said, with a great strength behind it.

It pleased him.

“Yes. And he will know that a girl, who is as delicate as a spring’s bloom saw him and foiled his dark, devious deeds.”

“Anything to keep you and Rome, safe and at peace, Sire.”

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“I had thought, you told the others we would be joining them for the festivities being held. Food, dancers would be brought out for your pleasure.”

Your stomach was still in knots, after watching the man torn apart by the bear and fights that had been held after to further celebrate the justice that had been severed. The gladiators had fought with great pride that afternoon.

Wine, the fruit did nothing to calm you. A shadow of what could have been, fell over your heart. If you had not returned for his crest that held your clothing, it would have been a completely different day. You were certain of it.

Your place, would be different. You would mostly would have been in that arena. You knew in your heart that Caracalla despised you. Though, with this glorious delivering of justice and Geta’s kind words, you would continue to live, to breath.

“That is true. They will be. Wine, will be poured. Toasts will be made. Words, will fly in my praise. Though as a man, an emperor I wish to take a moment.”

“If that is your will, Geta. I can give you some solitude if it is what you wish?”

A light chuckle came from him. You glanced at him, his eyes that met yours were bright as if the sun itself was blessing the fresh earth it chose to shine upon.

“No, that is not what I wish.”

The warmth of his hand on your lower back could be felt through the soft fabrics you wore. He easily guided you to his quarters. Once the door, closed behind the two of you.

“I need to be one with you.”

“Geta?”

“Yes?”

You watched as he carefully took his crown off and laid it on a table near where the two of you stood. Your heart quickened in your chest. With quick pace, he was in front of you.

“This is a pleasure, the great Venus has given us. I wish to feel it once again.”

His fingers grazed the curve of your jaw.

You closed your eyes and nodded. “I wish to feel it as well. But then shall I retire for the evening?”

He shook his head. “No, we shall go and enjoy the banquet, watch the dancers. I want one of my favorite possessions at my side.” He smiled.

Something about his words, that smile made a fluttering in your stomach. It was the very emperor, that wished for you and no one else. In all the stars and prayers you made, would have been something you ever thought would be bestowed upon you.

“This will be our own display of gratitude to the gods for the justice served today.”

His thumb grazed your lips, your heart began to thud like the night before. If not harder since now you knew what you would be feeling.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

********

“Wait?”

“Yes?”

He let his eyes move over you. A softening of his words, that came to his tongue urged him to speak. You had been the to save his life. Not the guards that stood outside his door.

“You are far lovelier than any fresco, in my domus. I will have to fetch in artist in the coming seasons.”

“Truly Geta?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

His hand glided down your soft side, the fabrics made you only more pleasing. He brought his hands to your hips and squeezed. You winced, parting those flower petal pink lips.

“Just as your breasts, shall be good for a baby to eventually suckle these hips,” He smiled. “These hips,” He repeated will help carry that baby. A real gift from the gods.”

“You think so, Geta?”

Your breathless, made him pull you against him. He loved how you felt against him. Made his desire in his lions for you tighten.

“Certainly. Now go and lay down.”

“What of my clothes? Will they not be amiss?”

“No one will take sight.”

He watched as you went and laid down and pulled aside where the fabrics met and parted ways.

“Remove the scrap of modesty fabric, I want nothing to hinder me.”

Stepping closer, he finally he freed himself. The coolness of his room gave him a gentle relief from the heat of his passion. He came to kneel beside you, open and ready to receive him.

“Do you want to see more of me, Geta?”

“Yes, that would be very pleasing.”

His heart squeezed as he watched you pull the folds of fabric away from your full breasts. You were truly his own living piece of art. The gods, truly pleased him with giving you to him.

The soft sound from your lips as he entered you and the one that came from him became one. It felt so good.

“You were made for me.” He managed to say before he began moving in and out of you.

Your body tightened as your moans grew louder. He had braced himself on the bed underneath the two of you. Easily, he lost himself in his passion as it took ahold of him.

“Yes, yes let me hear you.”

“Yes, Geta. My emperor.” Your moans and breathlessness grew louder, stronger.

His body tightened as he felt his pleasure growing. That’s when he remembered the soft bud at the apex of your legs, the ones that caused you flutter around his length. He needed to feel that again. Reached down, his thumb gently grazing it. Your body matched and moved with him.

“Give yourself to the pleasure. Let it fill you.” He urged you.

He let his thumb graze your soft bud once more. Your moans filled his room with more beauty than a lyre and seeing that he was the cause, made him move even deeper into you. Causing, his pleasure to finally come over him, and soon he was filling you with the seed only he possessed. The strength he felt earlier came over him. He felt as everything had the soft glow a sunset would give all within its reach.

*******

“These are the dancers from the new providence brother, are they not divine?” Caracalla, leaned in smiling as he nodded to one who swished near. Hints of jasmine, lingered in her wake.

“Yes. I knew that alliance would reap several good tidings.” Geta, smile and sipped at his wine.

At the moment, he was still settling into the comfort from the pleasure you and him shared. Everyone, there was in good spirits even his brother. Turmoil between them could come back another day but tonight there could be peace.

He knew of the history of Romulus and Remus, he truly wished that history would not befall him and Caracalla. Though, he would never push away the lingering of his trust he had for his brother in his heart.

As you sat near Geta and watched the dancers while nibbling on some fruit. Something blossomed in you. After, his pleasure had taken him over, he had for moment pulled you closer to him while his breathing finally calmed. He glanced back at you from over his glass, as if he had known your thoughts and gave a fleeting smile, it stirred a warmth in you.

@honey-eyed-munson @amethyst-serenade @screaming-blue-bagel @kitkat80 @blondie324 @alyisdead @hellomadamebutterfly @heartsforjosephquinn @helsa3942

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redtsundere-writes · 1 month ago

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Part 27: I'm Sorry

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering. Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst. Beta read.

Word Count: 9690 words.

A/N: This one is a long boi. It took its time. :3

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The world knows of the kingdom of Sukuna, a place shrouded in shadows, where the ruthless tyrant and his curses reign with an iron fist. However, few know of the existence of a crucial region north of the main city: the human commune. A place set apart by a strong rock wall, surrounded by rolling hills, humble huts and vast fields of crops, worked with care by the humans who, in the eyes of the king, are nothing more than resources: his precious chickens.

With a population that once reached 6,000 inhabitants, which decreases every night, the humans have managed to build a home despite the adversities. Although they live under Sukuna's regime, they refuse to obey him blindly. To maintain order and ensure their own survival, they decided to create a figure that would represent their values: the Judge.

The Judge is a unique authority, founded on justice, fairness and good manners. This mediator not only resolves conflicts, but is an essential pillar of the commune. Someone who is at the service of the people, whether it be day, night, snowing or lightning. Unlike kings, whose power is inherited, the position of Judge is earned through elections. When the sitting Judge reaches 50 years of age, they must select six young candidates, who will dedicate five years to rigorous training. They shall study hard to meet any challenge, learn to serve impartially, and most importantly, accept the sacrifice of not marrying or starting a family. This ensures that their devotion is exclusive to the commune. At the end of their training, the community elects the next Judge by vote, allowing the current one to retire in peace.

Among the aspiring Judges was Hiromi Higuruma. At 15 years old, Hiromi already demonstrated a strong conviction of service and an innate empathy towards those most in need. As part of his training, he attended the daily hearings, taking a seat alongside the other candidates as he watched and took notes on the cases being solved. That morning, he was reviewing his notes when a sharp, unmistakable voice echoed through the room, eliciting sighs of exasperation from the other candidates. Hiromi, however, quickly turned his head. If Yorozu was in court, then so were you.

You walked down the hall towards the courtroom, trying to calm your sister down, as the angry neighbors and your younger sisters followed close behind. The tension was palpable. They had gotten into a heated dispute at the neighbors' house over their older brother, and now they were there to settle the matter. Nagi, the neighbors' older sister, who you had hit with a plank in a fit of anger for defending Yorozu, was giving you glares that could cut through steel.

When it was your turn, you introduced yourself by name and age to the Judge, feeling the weight of all the gazes on you. You looked back and cracked a smile at the sight of your friend, Hiromi. He responded with a slight, somewhat shy smile before looking back at his notes. From his bench, the Judge rubbed his forehead as he read the name of Yorozu, who had once again caused trouble.

“I open the file for case #7 of the 10th of the fifth month of the current year.” The Judge dictated for his students to take note of what was about to happen, clearly disappointed to see the girls who were involved in a domestic fight. “Now, who wants to explain to me what happened this time?” Yorozu and Nagi began to shout to speak first. Nanako and Mimiko came to the defense of their older sister, while you just sighed at the commotion. “Order! Order!” The Judge exclaimed, slamming his gavel against the table.

“Jealous brother loving bitch!” Yorozu managed to scream before you could cover her mouth for her own good.

“Order!” The Judge threatened Yorozu with his gavel. “Miss eldest Yoshino, I grant you the floor.”

“Why her?!” Nanako and Mimiko exclaimed, annoyed.

“Because the Yoshino family doesn’t have any crimes to their name, while Yorozu is here every week,” one of the candidates answered behind her. The Judge nodded, agreeing with him. Yorozu just crossed her arms in annoyance as you continued to cover her mouth.

“Thank you, your honor.” Nagi gave Yorozu a victorious smirk. She flipped her off, but you gave her a smack to put it down.

After the Judge heard both sides of the story and questioned everyone involved, he ruled that the Yorozu must now do all of Nagi’s chores so that she could fully recover from the blow you gave her and cut off contact with the oldest son of the Yoshino’s. In addition, they must pay the Yoshino’s a compensation of 10 gold coins. Normally, it would be 20 coins, but since the blow was in self-defense, the compensation was reduced. Yorozu grumbled, but you accepted the punishment for her. They all left the room, still upset with each other, but Higuruma couldn't stop looking back at you worried. The Judge quickly noticed it, as he knew of his good friendship with you.

“Young Higuruma, please take a 20-minute break,” he said as he finished filing the case.

“Thank you, your honor,” Higuruma left his things on his seat and ran off to find you.

He found you just outside the convention hall, where trials were held in the early hours of the morning. You were walking home with your sisters while scolding Yorozu for getting into so much trouble lately. Even though you were angry, you still looked very cute with your scowl and your accusatory finger. Hiromi took a second to admire how good your light blue dress and matching scarf looked before catching up to you.

“Y/n! Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Hiromi grabbed your arm to inspect you better, but Yorozu pushed him away.

“Yeah, thanks for worrying about me, Hiromi,” Yorozu replied sarcastically. “I almost got hit with a rock, and you were licking my sister’s boots!” She squealed angrily. Higuruma just rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Enough!” You scolded her before reluctantly pushing her away. Yorozu snorted and walked ahead to the house on his own.

“Y/n and Higuruma sitting on a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Nanako and Mimiko teased you before running off, so you wouldn’t give them a scolding.

“I’m sorry, Hiromi, you know how they are,” you sighed tiredly before heading towards him.

“Don’t apologize, I’m used to it.” He smiled softly. “Are you okay?”

“Aside from being exhausted from dealing with those little girls, I'm fine.” You barely responded to the gesture.

“I can imagine your mother is going to be furious when she gets the compensation letter.” Hiromi put his hands in his pants pockets as he inspected your face.

It was one of the things he liked most about you: your transparency. You were like a crystal under the light, honest and clear, without shadows to hide what you felt. You had always been easy to read, and he had the gift of deciphering you with a simple glance. It only took a moment to know what was going through your mind, as if your beautiful eyes were an open book that only he knew how to interpret.

“Mom gets angry about anything lately. Dance classes aren't going the way she expected.” You shook your head.

“Is she still thinking about going to Gojo Kingdom to get you married?” Hiromi ran a hand through his well-combed hair. You nodded with a grimace. “But that means traveling through the Impossible Belt. It's a suicide mission.”

“Mom said we'd be fine.”

“Your mother doesn't know what the curses are like over there.” Hiromi grabbed you by the shoulders to shake you, in an attempt to get your mind straight. “Hundreds have tried to cross it, but no one has succeeded, do you really think you can?”

“I know what they say about the Impossible Belt, but my mother says that the men on the other side are very rich,” you explained.

“Is that what you want? To marry someone for their money?” Hiromi questioned you. He never considered that you could be someone so materialistic.

“Of course not” You shook your head.

“Then marry me.” Hiromi proposed decisively, kneeling in front of you. To which you could only laugh.

“No.” You rejected it completely with a smile.

“Am I that ugly?” He asked worriedly, to which you burst out laughing.

“Of course not, but I’m not going to let you give up the Judge position for me.” You helped him get back on his feet.

“Just because I’m a candidate doesn’t mean I’ll be Judge.”

“Oh please, everyone talks about you being the next Judge, and I’m not going to let you throw away your future for me.” He was about to contradict you, but you attacked him by surprise.

At 15, it’s easy to believe that you know everything, when in reality you’re a whirlwind of confusion. It’s a chaotic age, full of uncertainty, where you’re just beginning to figure out who you are. Maybe Higuruma wasn’t clear on who he was himself at the time, but he was absolutely sure of one thing: you were his soulmate.

Your hands surrounded his face with a tenderness that seemed to stop time. Your thumbs traced small circles on his flushed cheeks, either from the warmth of the bright morning sun or from the deep feeling burning within him. His lips parted, intending to convince you that you should marry him, to say something to break the moment. But no words managed to escape.

“You are special, Hiromi. You will make a good Judge.”

The loud, urgent knocks on the door broke the silence of midnight, tearing Hiromi from the fragile sleep he had fallen into. The memory of his childhood, warm but distant, faded as the guard claimed him. The candle on the desk flickered dimly, barely illuminating the scattered papers and the open book next to which he had fallen asleep. Another knock resounded, more urgent than the last. Hiromi jumped on his feet, grabbed the cloak that rested on the back of the chair and headed for the door. Opening it, he found himself face to face with Kuzakabe, whose face was filled with palpable panic.

“A horde has arrived! There are more than 10 of them!” The leader of the night watch exclaimed before running off with his axe.

“Fuck,” Hiromi muttered before grabbing a bow and quiver before following him at full speed.

The night enveloped him once again in its dark cloak. It was the third time this week that a new wave of curses attacked them. For months, the attacks had increased exponentially, and no one knew exactly why. Hiromi ran towards the point of the attack with Kuzakabe, while the echo of the bells resonated from the control tower. Nagi rang them loudly, alerting the villagers to come to help or rush to safety to get the children to their huts.

The place of the attack was behind some houses that bordered the wall. The stone had been devoured by the curses as if they were termites, opening a hole through which they now entered en masse. Kuzakabe rushed forward with other men, axe in hand, trying to cut down the grotesque creatures that mocked them. Each blow seemed harmless, as if the edge of the blades barely tickled them. No matter how hard they struggled, they could never kill the curses; the most they managed to do was wound them enough to drive them away, even if only temporarily.

Hiromi drew back his bowstring and fired an arrow at the head of one of the curses. The arrow pierced the air accurately, but upon impacting the creature’s side, it was absorbed into its body. “They’re like damn jellies,” he thought in frustration as he pulled out another arrow. Before he could fire, however, the creature fixed its attention on him and charged straight in, its movements grotesque but swift.

Desperate, Hiromi released another arrow, this time aiming for its head. But, as before, the projectile was useless. The curse caught him with an outstretched arm that lengthened unnaturally, clinging to his shirt tightly. Fear paralyzed him as he realized there was no escape. Another arrow would make no difference, and if it hit him, it would probably swallow him just the same.

“I will die here,” he thought, resigned, as he felt the grip tighten around his neck. Although he had always been a man of principles, dedicated to his community and willing to protect everyone, even in his final moments he could not help but regret it. He had made mistakes, but there was one that constantly watched over his head that did not let him rest. He was about to close his eyes, waiting for his life to pass before him.

But then, a red sparkle illuminated his vision.

You fell from the sky with impossible grace, wielding Sukuna’s dagger. With a single, clean and precise movement, you cut the curse in two, making it disappear in a whirlwind of shadows. Hiromi fell back on the grass, panting, and opened his eyes wide when he saw you in front of him.

Your red dress, tight to your figure, shone under the moonlight. Calmly, you lifted your skirt to hide the dagger in the garter of your leg, revealing a fraction of your underwear. Hiromi gulped, his mind unable to process what he was seeing. It couldn't be you. It was impossible. A year ago, your mother had sold you to the tyrant Sukuna. There was no way you were here, alive and in front of him. “Am I in heaven?” he thought. He couldn't take his eyes off you, completely captivated.

“Give me that,” you said as you leaned down to take the bow and quiver from him, snapping the poor man out of his forbidden thoughts.

“Do you know how to use it?” Higuruma stuttered in shock.

“Watch and learn, my friend,” you replied proudly as you put the quiver on your back in a quick, precise movement.

The rainbow dragon that had traveled nonstop to the commune was taking care of a few curses as the men ran away in terror at the sight of a curse bigger than the last, but there were some lucky curses that were escaping through the gap they had created to enter.

“If you focus 100 percent on your target, the object you give your cursed energy to is destined to hit the target 100 percent of the time.” You quoted King Gojo in your mind.

You took a deep breath, letting the air fill your lungs as you got into the T-position you had practiced so many times, it was already part of your muscle memory. Your gaze, sharp as a blade, focused on the three curses trying to escape. With a small dose of imagination, you visualized the path of your arrow before firing. “Focus,” you repeated in your mind like a mantra, banishing any distractions until the curses were the only thing in your field of vision. A satisfied smile curved your lips as you took them into your sights. The creatures had lined up clumsily to cross the hole in the wall, one by one. You let go of the string and the arrow shot out like a fireball. The whistling sound cut through the air before piercing through all three heads in a single shot. The final impact against the stone wall shattered the arrow into a thousand splinters, but it didn’t matter. The curses were gone, dissolved into the void.

“Wow…” Higuruma whispered behind you as he witnessed what you had done. You quickly hung onto the arch over the body to help your friend up.

“Hiromi! Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” You asked worriedly as you inspected his body.

You brushed his hair back like you know he likes. His black eyes looked at you, still surprised that you were in front of him. His nose was just as big as ever, but the maroon bags under his eyes were new. It hadn’t changed since you last saw him walking through the commune, heading to the court to start another busy day as a Judge.

“Y/n…” He whispered your name as if it was forbidden. “Is it really you?”

“It’s me.” You gave him a smile as you put your arms around his neck to hug him.

Before you could pull him towards you, Hiromi beat you to it. He held you firmly by the waist and pulled you towards his body with a desperate, urgent movement. The impact left you breathless for a moment, but your defenses crumbled when you realized that you were finally home. He wrapped you in his arms with a strength that was not only physical, but emotional, as if by doing so he promised himself that he would never let you go again. An intense warmth ran through you when you felt his hand pressing firmly against your back, anchoring you to him.

“I can't believe it. Everyone already thought you were dead.” Hiromi gently pushed you away to see your face, verifying that it was indeed you. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” He asked, worried as always. You were going to answer, but your hungry stomach answered for you.

“By any chance, do you have anything to eat?” You asked, embarrassed.

After the rainbow dragon returned to its sphere, and you reluctantly swallowed it, Hiromi placed his cloak over your shoulders and led you to his hut. He lit the candles again, leaving a plate of bread and cheese in front of you before making you a pot of tea as you told him everything you had learned since you were Sukuna’s servant. You still couldn’t believe that phase 1 of your plan had been completed. You were in the commune and Sukuna was thousands of miles away. It was unreal, but you had to believe it soon because this was only the beginning. Phase 2 was simpler: warn the entire commune about the upcoming war.

“Let me see if I understand correctly.” Higuruma sat in front of you with a small teapot made especially for him by the craftsmen. “Sorcerers do exist. They use something called “techniques” to exorcise curses. The neighboring kingdoms are full of them. There is also a kingdom full of curses that is now ruled by Sukuna, and he plans to use them to declare war on everyone, starting with the Zen'in. The Zen'in are very strong, especially an idiot commander named Naoya Zen'in who has entered several times, proving that Sukuna's kingdom is not as difficult to perpetuate as he thinks.”

"What a good memory you have, Hiromi." You smiled at him with your lips full of bread crumbs.

"A war..." Your friend held his forehead worriedly.

"I came as soon as possible to plan a strategy to defend the commune." You explained.

"Defend the commune? But I doubt we will participate in the war if Sukuna has a kingdom full of curses on his side." Hiromi frowned in confusion. You took a paper and a pencil from the pile of paper that was stacked on the coffee table that acted as his dining room. You drew a makeshift map of the world map that Sukuna had once shown you.

“We won’t participate in the war, but if the kingdoms decide to attack from the Impossible Belt, we’ll be right in the crossfire.” You explained, scribbling on the paper to prove your point. “Also, the curse attacks are only going to keep increasing because of Sukuna’s decision. He’s the one who imposed the curfew. That’s why the curses only attack the commune at night.”

“We are the bargaining chip for the curses to cooperate in the war,” Hiromi concluded.

“Bingo.” You dropped your pencil on the table before taking your cup of tea. It couldn’t compare to the tea Uraume made.

This wasn’t just bad, it was a disaster, a potential catastrophe. If what you said was true, the commune, their only home, could be wiped out before the rooster announced a new dawn. That little corner of the world was all they knew, all they loved. They weren’t going to let it crumble under the weight of an arrogant tyrant’s desires for grandeur. The mere thought of losing it ignited an unbreakable rage in them. The commune wasn’t just a place, it was their refuge, their history, and they would fight to their last breath to protect it.

“How much time do we have to prepare?” He asked, intrigued. This was the part you were afraid to discuss with him.

“That’s the good news. We have at least 8 years,” you replied.

“Really? I thought we’d have months at most.”

“It’s because the king wants an heir,” you explained.

“Who would be crazy enough to give that thing a child?” Hiromi asked sarcastically before sipping from his warm cup.

“Me.” Your friend’s eyes widened, and he dropped the cup, crashing to the floor.

“What?! No, no, and no! You’re crazy!” Hiromi shot up from his seat as he rubbed his forehead. A headache took over his head from lack of sleep and stress.

“It’s too late, I’m engaged to him,” you added shyly, knowing the reaction he’d have.

“Engaged?! Have you lost your mind?!” If you told him that you almost lost it (literally) for kissing King Gojo, the vein on his forehead would pop.

Hiromi was a protective man, sometimes too much when it came to you. He would scold you severely when you made a bad decision since you were children, he taught you to read so that you would develop your mind for your own good, and he helped you in whatever way he could when he wasn't studying all day for the Judge's exams. He also used to bring you groceries from time to time and a few gold coins when your father died. He was an excellent friend and that could play against your plan.

"No! I will not allow you to marry him! You are too good for that damn genocidal!" He exclaimed before you forced him to sit down in an attempt to calm him down. He dropped his head into his hands. "I'm sorry, Y/n..."

"You have nothing to apologize for." You stroked the black hair that stuck out from the back of his neck.

“I should have asked for your hand. I should have married you to protect you. I never thought your mother would be so cruel as to sell you to King Sukuna.” A tear fell on your bare foot, creating a lump in your throat. “I was so busy that I didn't even notice. Your sisters told me a week later. You wouldn't be in this huge trouble if I had been a better friend. Forgive me.” He implored while hugging your legs and his head resting on your stomach. Hiromi spoke as if he could finally free himself from a weight that has been eating away at him for a long time.

“It's not your fault…”

“It is! Instead of helping others, I should have always been helping you!” Hiromi exclaimed to drown any attempt to make him believe otherwise.

“And you helped me! You always did!” You imitated his volume, causing him to get up annoyed to look you straight in the eyes.

“I should have helped you when it mattered the most!” Hiromi grabbed you by the arms so you wouldn't run away from the argument like you used to do, so as not to worry him anymore.

“And I would have rejected your help!” You shouted, causing your friend to jump, but he still didn't let go. “You're the best Judge this commune has ever had, and I'm so proud of you. I wasn't going to let you put that aside for me. I could never do that to you,” you told him, calmer now.

“Look at you, always thinking of others before yourself.” Hiromi sighed in disappointment. “I'm not going to let you marry a fucking tyrant.”

“I want to!” You replied.

“You can’t be serious.” Hiromi shook his head, almost laughing at how stupid that sounded.

“I love him.”

That was the hardest part, the one you were most afraid of revealing. You mentally prepared yourself, anticipating the monumental scolding you felt you deserved. But, to your surprise, all you received was a dense, impenetrable silence. It was worse than you had imagined. The absence of words did not calm you, it only intensified your anxiety. Something in his gaze, in his stillness, worried you even more than any reproach.

“You don't love him…” Hiromi took you by the chin so you could look into his eyes. “You only got used to his presence to survive.”

“No, no… I really do love him, and he loves me too. I'm sure,” you said, pulling yourself from him. “I know it's a terrible curse that has killed thousands of people and sees humans as rats, but he's different with me. He cares about me, gives me beautiful things, touches me like he's afraid of breaking me. He does love me."

"Do you even hear yourself? Sukuna Ryomen is the most horrible curse there is, you can't be serious." Hiromi sighed before sitting down to process what you had said.

"I know this is all crazy, but it's the truth, Hiromi. It's why I'm still alive after making so many mistakes. Besides, if I was madly in love with him for survival, I'd still be at that ball and not here to warn everyone about the war."

"You say you love him, and you think about betraying him. That doesn't make any fucking sense," he hissed angrily.

"It's not betrayal if I'm doing it for his kingdom." You shrugged. "I just want to protect the commune, and I know you do too." Hiromi raised his head to finally look at you. “So, please help me one last time.”

Hiromi sighed and then gave you a weak smile. “As many times as you like.”

Mrs. Inoue was enjoying a lemonade while waiting patiently for the chocolate cookies to come out of her oven. It had been two days since the ball and there had been no news of any disturbance in the Zen'in kingdom, so surely you and the king should be back at the castle soon. Mrs. Inoue enjoyed baking, but being someone who worked her ass off for her entire life, she never had time to do it until now. It was the first time in her life that she had a couple of days off, so she spent it baking and sharing them with the curses. And now that you would be arriving soon, she was baking some cookies especially for you. Everything was peaceful and quiet, until a curse slammed the kitchen door.

“The king is coming!” Announced. Mrs. Inoue smiled excitedly at the thought of your arrival. “And he comes alone!” She had never lost her smile so quickly.

Sukuna slammed the castle door and entered without saying a word to anyone. Everyone was watching their gaze. With that attitude, he could kill someone just by hearing a breath he didn't like. Kenjaku offered him ideas on how he could relax after the two-day trip, but ended up being completely ignored. The master could only sigh as he watched the upset king walk away through the halls towards his room.

"What happened? Where is the lady?" Mrs. Inoue approached Kenjaku, distressed to see the state of the king.

"The lady must be fine. She must be in the castle of Sukuna’s kingdom right now," Kenjaku explained.

"Why is she there? What happened?" She inquired.

"I'm not sure. The only thing I was able to understand was that our king had a severe argument with the lady. My theory is that Y/n perhaps did something that was not to the liking of our king." Kenjaku explained.

Something in the poor lady's mind finally gave up, as if a thread had finally snapped from the tension. It couldn't be true. After hearing you anguish over why the king wouldn't ask you to marry him, you were going to do that to him? The situation had crossed the threshold of absurdity, bordering on unbearable. Her thoughts were in turmoil. This couldn't continue like this. If no one else was going to put things in order, then it would be up to her to do something about it.

"Mr. Kenjaku, if King Sukuna were to kill me today, tell the lady it's her fault." She asked him for a favor before walking back to the kitchen at a determined pace.

"What did you say?" Kenjaku asked her, stunned.

"You heard me!" She replied like a battle cry. "Every day I understand humans less," Kenjaku thought with a giggle.

Mrs. Inoue took a deep breath to steel herself before knocking on the large door to his majesty’s room. Unlike the sorcerers with impressive techniques, she only had a tray of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of cold milk to defend herself against the great tyrant. She knocked on the door with loud knocks to break through the thick wood.

“Get lost,” the king ordered.

“It’s me, Mrs. Inoue.”

“Go away,” the king growled again.

“I brought freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.”

There was a moment of consideration.

“Come in.” “It always works,” she thought with a smile.

Mrs. Inoue entered the room, her steps falling short against the imposing elegance of the place. A cut crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling like a luminous jewel, while a splendid balcony gave a glimpse of the vast landscape beyond. Every detail in the decorations spoke of a luxury that seemed unattainable, pieces that surely cost more than she could ever imagine in her entire life. But none of that was as striking as the figure of the king, lying in bed.

Sukuna was completely wrapped in the blankets, with his eyes closed, and his face marked by a fatigue that was not only physical, but emotional. His powerful silhouette now looked like that of a man who carried a weight too great even for him. Since he made that decision, the king had felt trapped in an abyss. His appetite had abandoned him, his words had been reduced to nonexistent murmurs, and all he wanted was to sleep, to sink into an endless dream that would take him away from his thoughts. But not even the refuge of the bed offered him comfort.

This was what he feared most when he realized that he had fallen in love with you. That love had turned him into someone he despised: weak, vulnerable, and tormented by emotions that he believed he had buried centuries ago. Sukuna couldn't stand being that man again, the one who once let the world watch him fall.

"They're chocolate cookies, my specialty." Mrs. Inoue set the tray on the nightstand.

"Just leave it there and get out." Sukuna ordered, turning on the bed until his back was facing her.

"Actually, I have something to tell you." "I know you wanted me to keep it a secret, Y/n, but I'm doing you a favor," she thought. "I wrote the letter." She confessed.

Sukuna frowned and turned back on the bed to face Mrs. Inoue. "But Y/n already confessed that she wrote it." "Explain yourself."

"The lady asked me for my opinion on a love letter she had written for you. It was horrible. The harvest contract was more romantic than what she wrote." This made the king's lip curl slightly. “So I asked her to tell me everything she felt for you so I could rewrite the letter.”

She still remembered that day in the library with astonishing clarity. Every detail was etched in her mind as if it had happened yesterday: the way your cheeks instantly flushed, tinted with a blush that seemed even more vibrant under the light filtering through the large window. Your hands trembled slightly as you crumpled the napkin where you had written your horrible draft, as if you wanted to erase not only the words, but also the audacity of having written them. Then, a nervous giggle escaped your lips, soft and brittle, filling the space.

“He makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the world. I can’t stop thinking about him even when he��s not around. I want him to kiss me, touch me… I mean, I’m happy, even if he looks in my direction…” Mrs. Inoue watched you curiously as you wandered around the library.

There it was again, that look. That unmistakable sparkle that lit up in your eyes every time you spoke of him. It was a spark of pure emotion, a loving glow that she had recognized since they were both simple servants. She didn't hesitate for a moment, taking the sheet of paper and pen that you handed her. While you spoke with a mixture of enthusiasm and nervousness, she concentrated on translating your words and feelings into the most romantic letter she could imagine, a masterpiece that captured the essence of what your heart wanted to tell him.

“Oh no, did you write on the paper?” That romantic look turned into a worried one.

“Yes, it’s real and lively.” Mrs. Inoue asked you as you took the letter and read it. “Was it wrong?”

“I just wanted to write it myself, and this is the only paper our king gave me,” you explained.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mrs. Inoue apologized.

After a second of consideration, a mischievous giggle escaped your lips. “No, don’t apologize. This is perfect, actually.”

“It is?”

“Yes, it’s just what I need.” You walked over to the table to fold the letter in four and trim the edges to make it look like a heart. “Just don’t tell anyone that you wrote it, is that clear?” You swore her to secrecy with a wicked smile she had never seen before.

“Why are you telling me this now?” Sukuna asked, sitting on the bed while eating a cookie and listening intently to Mrs. Inoue.

“Because you two are acting like silly children,” Mrs. Inoue scolded him. “It’s obvious that you love each other, but you keep sabotaging each other as if it were a game of who falls first when you’re both already at the bottom.”

From his dull eyes, which seemed to carry an old pain, to the way he held the cookie with both hands, Sukuna was nothing more than a lost child trapped in the body of a monster. Mrs. Inoue, accustomed to fearing him, realized that something had changed. This Sukuna, so vulnerable, was not the ruthless creature she had come to know. It was a version she never thought possible, but there he was, in front of her, stripped of all power, displaying a fragility that almost broke her heart. “This poor boy just needs his granny,” she thought, her resolve strengthening as she looked at him tenderly.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened? Surely it can be fixed.” Mrs. Inoue reached over to feel his knee in an attempt to comfort him.

“I almost cut her head off.” “For a second, I forgot who I was talking to,” she gulped. “We argued, and she said she wasn’t sure she loved me anymore,” Sukuna whined before devouring the cookie in anger.

“Oh…” “Why did you do that, girl?!” she scolded you telepathically.

“I only got distracted for a second, and she was already with a… normal man. They looked so good together.” Sukuna pulled his legs to his chest to curl into a ball.

For as long as he can remember, Sukuna has hated his appearance. It was the root of all his problems: the reason his mother looked down on him, why his hometown rejected him and stoned him, why on more than one occasion he saw death as his only way out. Over the centuries, he learned to see his body in a new light. He understood the advantages it offered him, the power it conferred on him, and slowly began to love it, not for what it was, but for what it allowed him to be: the feared king of curses, a symbol of strength and dominance. But that fragile balance he had built was shattered in an instant when he saw the only thing he couldn't do: look good next to you.

You were a beautiful, kind-hearted maiden, and he was an abomination that nature couldn't undo in time. All those barriers that took centuries to build collapsed when he saw you next to him. A beautiful man, of almost heavenly grace, someone who conquered hearts without even trying. Even yours. Suddenly, the old insecurities came back like a cruel echo, a reminder of the part of himself he had buried but never overcome. And at that moment, for the first time in centuries, Sukuna didn't feel like a king. He felt like an insufficient man.

"Who wants a normal man? That's boring. You have character, strength and that champion smile." Mrs. Inoue encouraged him. "Let me see that smile."

Mrs. Inoue moved closer to tickle his ribs, on the sides of his mouth. Sukuna tried to push her away, but she was faster. That itchy sensation he hadn't felt in years made him laugh out loud.

"There it is. You look very handsome, my king. I'm sure Y/n thinks the same. Don't you remember how she saw you at the coronation? She almost wanted to take your clothes off with her eyes."

“Did she really look at me like that?” Sukuna blushed as he thought of how good you looked too. You always look good, though. You were like his little doll that he could dress up in pretty clothes to his liking.

“I don’t know anything about love, so what I know is that it’s very hard to find.” The lady gave a kind smile. “What you two have is beautiful and unique. She really loves you, so I doubt she’ll stop anytime soon. If you apologize from the bottom of your heart, I really think she’ll forgive you.” That was all Sukuna needed to be able to get out of bed.

“Just apologize?” Sukuna made a face of displeasure.

“What’s wrong with it?” Mrs. Inoue asked, confused.

That wasn’t enough for him. Vulnerability might have gotten to him, but he was still a king, and a king didn’t have the luxury of losing himself in regrets. This wasn’t the time for weakness or regrets; What was done was done, but there was always room to try again. I had to prove it to you. I had to make it clear that you had chosen the right king, not just the man who ruled with power, but the one who would treat you like no one else could. Not just like a queen, but like a goddess descended from heaven, someone worthy of being worshiped in every breath and gesture.

He was no ordinary man, and he couldn't offer you ordinary love. Sukuna knew he had to show you that, in his hands, you would never be just someone else; you would be his everything, the center of his universe. And if he had to try a thousand times to prove it to you, he would do it.

"She deserves much more than my apologies. I am the king of curses and I always win. I may have lost the battle, but I am going to win the damn war the only way I know how: I am going to conquer her heart back." He got out of bed and took another cookie from the tray. "And you are going to help me." He ordered the lady, frightened by his evil speech, before leaving her room.

“Yes, my king!” Mrs. Inoue exclaimed like a soldier before following him.

After Hiromi helped you plan a strategy for the commune to defend itself from the impending war, you spent the next three days writing down everything you remembered about the sorcerers so that Hiromi could later make them known to everyone at a mass meeting. You had spent it locked in your personal library and eating bread, rice, and boiled vegetables to continue writing down all the information that the Judge would need in order to explain everything that they once thought was a myth. But that wouldn’t be enough.

You had to make the most of the king’s absence. Since finding the sorcerers hidden in the commune would take quite a while, they had to move quickly to get the next best thing: cursed weapons. You knew that the warehouse was full of them, and they could use them while they found a way to make their own. The plan was relatively simple. You would enter the castle and at night you would steal the weapons and bring them to the commune.

“Are you sure about this?” Hiromi asked you as you walked towards the wall with the intention of returning to the castle, holding your heels by the laces.

“I know it’s a very risky plan, but it’s the best we have,” you explained.

“It’s not going to work,” said a third voice behind you.

She was an imposing woman, tall, with a silver mane dyed a soft blue hue that fell in messy cascades, partially covering her face and torso like an ethereal veil. One of her eyes, a deep and magnetic purple, peeked out between the strands, sparkling with an almost feline cunning. She wore a black dress that seemed to absorb the light. On her shoulder, a raven descended from the sky with calculated precision, spreading its wings before landing, as if that were its natural throne.

“Who are you?” You asked, confused.

“My name is Mei Mei, it's nice to finally meet you in person.” She introduced herself with a smile.

“She's the commune's tarot reader,” Hiromi added to put you in context.

“Meet me in person? Did you already know me?” You asked confused.

“I've been watching you for a while with the help of my crows. I can't help it. Your romance with the king is so interesting,” Mei Mei let out a smile.

“Can you see with your crows?” You asked, shocked.

“I knew you were full of shit! You spy on people!” Hiromi accused her, to which Mei Mei just laughed.

“You're a sorceress…” You concluded.

“That doesn't exist,” Mei Mei scoffed.

“Cause tarot is super real.” You rolled your eyes at the hypocrisy.

“Why are you revealing your secret to us?” Hiromi asked suspiciously.

“I spy on everyone here. I couldn't help but listen to your entire conversation about your discoveries, and I was intrigued by the thing about weapons that can kill curses. I want one for self-defense, so let’s make a deal. I help you get them, and you give me one. What do you think?” Mei Mei explained.

“Give us a second,” you asked the woman before team meeting with Hiromi. “What do you think?” You whispered.

“I don't know… People here don't trust her,” he explained.

“But she's a sorceress. I think she could really help us, and she doesn't ask for much in return. Since she wants something, she'll do whatever we ask of her." You shrugged. Hiromi looked at Mei Mei over his shoulder and she just waved at him.

"Fine... Just because the current plan is shit." You both returned to the position you were in to bring Mei Mei back into the conversation.

"Welcome to the team." You gave her a thumbs up.

"Perfect. Now let's plan something that's actually going to work." Mei Mei smiled at them.

First Step: The Crying Lady

Uraume was walking through the halls with their usual cold and calculating gaze when the creaking of the drawbridge descending caught their attention. Their eyes, always calm, opened wide, unable to hide the surprise at seeing you appear. You walked barefoot, with the elegant red dress torn and covered in dirt. Hiromi cut parts of your dress with the dagger and Mei Mei dirtied your dress with mud to make your tragedy more believable. You sobbed with a desperation that tore at the air. With trembling hands, you wiped your tears with a torn piece of the same dress. The contrast between the vibrant red of the fabric and the pale tiredness of your face made even Uraume, for a moment, feel the weight of your suffering.

“Y/N?! What happened?! Where is the king?!” They asked you, bewildered, as they ran towards you.

“The king saw me kissing King Gojo and punished me by making me walk here from the Zen'in kingdom!” You sobbed, tears running down your cheeks to swing on your chin. “I was cold and scared! I'm so hungry! I never thought I would make it, Uraume!”

Uraume didn't know how to react or what to do in the face of your shock. If the king had already punished you, then the only thing they could think of was to give you a warm welcome after fulfilling such a martyrdom.

“Welcome home, Miss. Why don’t we go to your room for a hot bath?” Uraume helped you into the castle.

“I can go to my room by myself. I’m starving, could you make me something to eat?” You wiped away your tears.

“Yes, of course, Miss.” Uraume nodded and ran to the kitchen while shouting incoherent orders to the servants.

You smiled to yourself as you wiped away the tears you were crying because of the onion Hiromi had slashed in your eyes before leaving the commune. The first step of reintegrating you into the castle had worked. As soon as Uraume left, the other servants came out of their hiding places to greet you with words of encouragement. Among them was Wasuke. Just the man you wanted to see.

Step Two: The Helper

“Wasuke!” You jumped into his arms as if he were your grandfather. “I missed you so much!”

“Miss! Are you okay?!” He asked you, worried.

“I’m better already,” You smiled at him. “My legs are exhausted from walking so much. Help me, please.” Wasuke took you by the arm to lead you to your room.

Once in your comfortable room, you stepped inside and made sure no one had followed you. You pulled Wasuke into the room and locked the latch behind you.

“I need your help,” you whispered to him.

“What? Are you okay?” Wasuke whispered back to you with a question mark on his face at your change of mood.

“I’m fine, I just need a simple favor.”

Step Three: Curfew

The bells rang punctually at 10 pm. You had already taken a bath and rested all day for this moment. You put on the dress you used to train archery in and a black cape, perfect for camouflaging yourself with the surroundings. You had already done the easy part of the plan, all that was left was the almost impossible. Getting to the weapons room without anyone seeing you. It was a warehouse that could only be entered from the courtyard. You could see it from the small window that opened from your window. There were already several crows hanging around the area as usual. “Who would say that someone was always watching me and I didn't know” you thought. You took out the dagger that Sukuna had given you, you caressed the rose with your thumb.

“If you won't do anything for them, I will, my king,” you said to the dagger before leaving your room.

You walked barefoot through the halls to avoid making as little noise as possible. You looked around as you watched a crow follow your discreet movements from the window. When you were about to run into a curse, you just dodged it or hid until it passed. Just like you had done that night when the king kissed you for the first time. You blushed as you remembered that. “Focus!” You scolded yourself for thinking about that at a time like this.

You reached the main entrance, and now you just had to wait for the signal. You opened it a centimeter to see the perimeter. Three curses patrolled from the bridges that connected the towers. Mei Mei, seeing your head sticking out of the gate, sent the crow flying near the curses.

“Hello! Hello!” The crow spoke, perfectly imitating its owner's accent, to get her attention.

“Do crows talk?” A curse in armor asked the other.

“How are they going to talk?” The other curse answered sarcastically.

“Well, that crow spoke.” The first curse spoke.

“Actually, crows don't speak, they just imitate the sounds of their environment.” The third curse entered the conversation.

“Ah….” The first curses nodded.

Another crow landed at the front door, your signal to leave, but you froze as you felt a curse appear behind you with a candle.

“Miss, it’s curfew,” he reminded you in a whisper.

You held the dagger under your cloak with a trembling hand, the cold metal feeling heavier than you remembered. “Sorcerers kill curses, we don’t save people,” King Gojo’s words echoed in your mind, sharp as the weapon you held. Guilt began to envelop your chest like a cloak of thorns. Killing an innocent being, even if it was a curse, was an act that ate away at you from within. It didn’t attack you, it didn’t show any signs of hostility, but the dilemma had no place in your mission. You couldn’t afford to take the risk. Any mistake, no matter how small, could crumble the plan on which everything depended.

“It’s not personal.” You whispered before throwing the dagger straight at his forehead.

The body disappeared before your eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat. This was not the time to give him a minute of silence, you would do that when you returned to the castle. You pulled the dagger out of the wall and quickly left for the warehouse while the guards were distracted. The small wooden block Wasuke had put there to keep it from looking unlocked from afar allowed you to enter the warehouse without the key. You locked yourself in place. You took the dagger and pushed it to stab yourself in the throat. The rainbow dragon, feeling the adrenaline rush through your body, shot out of your mouth before you could hurt yourself. You ordered it to open its mouth to shove all kinds of weapons into its snout. You could finally breathe a sigh of relief that the plan was going according to plan. Swords, daggers, bows, axes, you crammed everything you could into 10 minutes. Pushing in as far as you could, you stuck your hand out the door and waved it like a flag. One of the crows called out in understanding for you to take shelter.

Step Four: The Distraction

Uraume patrolled the halls like every night, deep in thought. They wondered if they should check one last time to see if you needed anything else, but the late hour of the night deterred them. They decided they could wait until dawn. However, something in the air caught their attention: a pair of crows flying by, but it wasn't their presence that made them uneasy, but the place and time. Crows were common, but they rarely ventured out late at night. A pair of curses watching the area crossed their path, distracting them. Believing there was nothing out of the ordinary, they decided to ignore the black birds. Big mistake.

Without warning, a huge flock of crows crashed through the castle's glass with deafening violence, flooding every corner with their dark threat. "A surprise attack!" They thought, adrenaline beginning to course through their body. Quickly, they covered themselves with a layer of ice, seeking protection, but what he hadn't anticipated was that one of the crows hit the frozen barrier. The blow was so strong that it exploded like a bomb, throwing Uraume against the wall with such force that they fell unconscious.

The screams of the curses, overflowing from the ferocity of the attack, were the clear signal that it was time to escape with the cargo. Quickly, you took the rainbow dragon out of the warehouse and, without hesitation, you mounted it. As you soared through the skies, the curses continued to fight to save themselves, too busy with the rain of bomb crows that mercilessly lashed at them to see the giant dragon. You looked back, contemplating the chaos you left behind, and a proud smile appeared on your face. You had managed to successfully complete the plan, leaving a wake of destruction.

Final Step: Deliver the Cargo

You arrived at the commune with the rainbow dragon. Hiromi was already waiting for you with a group of people, to whom you would distribute the cursed weapons.

“You did it. You really did it.” Hiromi whispered to you in relief as he gave you a big hug.

“This is just the beginning, my friend.” You reciprocated.

You and Hiromi began to distribute the weapons among the guards who watched the borders. Mei Mei, as promised, received a giant axe for her magnificent work. Kuzakabe received a sword, like the vast majority of his compatriots. Nagi was next in line. She had her arms crossed and a face that smelled like farts. She really didn't like seeing you alive.

“How is your crazy sister?” Nagi asked you reluctantly.

“Dead.” You answered without blinking. “How is your brother who was crazy for her?” You gave her back to him.

“Dead like the rest of my family.” She answered, trying to imitate your tone, but her shaky voice gave her away.

Now they were in the same conditions. Older sisters completely alone because of a curse. You decided to be the oldest person in the conversation, it was the best to avoid resentment.

"Truce?" You understood her hand.

"Just because you're the Judge's friend." She answered reluctantly before shaking your hand. You smiled at her before handing her a sword.

After handing out the weapons to their new owners, it was time to return to the castle. You fine-tuned the last details of the plan with Hiromi while you stroked the soft fur of the rainbow dragon that rested majestically next to you.

"I'll try to look for information on how to identify sorcerers, but in the meantime, don't tell anyone that sorcerers exist. We need to hide Mei Mei in case Sukuna comes looking for the person responsible for the surprise attack and the disappearance of the cursed weapons." You explained.

“Of course. We’ll find a safe place to hide the weapons in case of an intrusive inspection, and I’ll see what I can do to get Mei Mei to cooperate with us in the future. She seems to be very interested in material goods,” Hiromi replied.

You gave him a knowing smile before climbing onto the dragon's back, but before you could try, Hiromi grabbed your arm to get your attention.

"Take care of yourself, please."

"I'll be fine." You told him.

"I'm serious. Promise me we'll see each other again."

"Hiromi…."

"Promise me you'll take care of yourself before anyone else."

"I promise." You squeezed the hand holding yours.

Hiromi scanned you with his gaze before letting you go. You jumped onto the dragon.

"See you later." You promised him.

"See you later." Hiromi whispered, clenching his fist behind his back, not wanting to let you go.

Uraume woke up sometime after the chaos had cleared. Their mind was clouded and their body ached with every movement. It had all happened too fast, a whirlwind of violence and destruction that left them stunned. Never, in all their years of service, had they witnessed anything like it. As they stood up with difficulty, they noticed the state of the castle. Black feathers covered the floor like a funeral carpet, mixing with the broken glass that reflected the faint moonlight. Every step crunched beneath their feet. The curses, those creatures that used to fill the halls with their menacing presence, had almost completely disappeared. Uraume pressed a hand to their still spinning head. It all felt like a fever dream, but the pain in their body reminded them that it was very real. Uraume looked around, searching for answers, but found only desolation. It was then, as they walked down the main corridor, that something caught their attention. A strange feeling ran down their spine as they realized what was missing.

“The lady!” They exclaimed before running to your room.

Uraume arrived at your room with hurried steps, their expression marked by urgency. Without a second thought, they pushed the door with such force that it crashed against the wall.

A heart-wrenching scream escaped your lips as you threw yourself behind the bed, holding the dagger in shaking hands. Seeing you jump like that and with a weapon in your hand, they let out a scream so sharp it seemed torn from the depths of their soul. Both of you stared at each other for a moment, panting, completely bewildered by the sudden chaos.

“Fuck Uraume!” You exclaimed, catching your breath. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Are you okay, miss?” Uraume asked you with their hand on their chest.

“I'm fine. Luckily those birds didn't attack here,” you said, relieved.

“Thank goodness,” Uraume sighed, returning to their monotonous voice. “It was a surprise attack, but it seems that everything has calmed down now. I will go to clean up before sending a report to the king about what happened.”

“I will go with you,” you offered.

“Why?” Uraume asked, confused.

“You scared me to death, so I won’t be able to go back to sleep,” you complained.

“I'm sorry, miss.”

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girlwiththoughts13 · 6 months ago

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Where there's a Will

Daemon Targaryen x F!reader

Warnings: Incest/ P in V /infidelity/ Age-gap

Word count: 1k

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The Iron Throne. It was coveted by all, from the lowliest knights to the highest born lords. Who sat down on the chair of swords was more than ruler. They were a protector, and to protect you must be strong. The late King Viserys was not strong in any sense of the word. He allowed leeches to squeeze through the cracks in his home and feed off of his blood and weakening reign. Allowed them to rip the Targaryen heritage and culture to install the gods of common men; symbols and emblems that would shame Aegon the Conquerer.

Though for all his treasonous faults there was a level of respect that had to be given to Otto Hightower for seizing every opportunity to propel his house forward. Whoring out his only daughter to the aged King in the interest of ruling behind a figurehead child of his own blood.

It was the perfect scheme, until Viserys named his daughter Rhaenrya as rightful heir of the 7 Kingdoms, a claim he steadfastly upheld even after the birth of male heirs.

How marvelous you'd believed it would be. Rhaenrya would have struck down structures that were In place to clip women's wings. Would have shown mercy when deserved and serve justice when necessary. The small folk would rejoice at her Queenship. She would intimidate the highlords of Westeros and rebellion would not be a known word. In your mind this was the Queen your lovely mother would be.

The Greens usurpation of the throne crumbled that dream. The hope of the great leader extinguished before your eyes. You watched for days as your mother reverted into someone you did not know. Frail and scared. It stirred something within you, that had not been there before. Took root deep within and fed off of your darkest desires. One that gave the promise of eternal glory.

The loss of a child could not be easy for certain. You yourself had not felt the grief you should have. No stirring of sadness or longing in your gut for your little brother. Not like Jace. It scared you as well as excited you. There was no weakness to be found and the prospect of an indestructible mind and heart was eagerly accepted by you. Aemond Targaryen's crime should have been answered swiftly and without mercy, alas all your mother could do was cry, losing herself to anguish. Get up! You wished to say, Focus!

Now was the time to strike show the false King and his court what true dragons were made of, fire and blood.

Control on your own treacherous thoughts were slipping, and left only the question, Could I be Queen of the 7 Kingdoms?

You would be one day anyway, as the firstborn, as the true born daughter of Laenor. What's the difference between then and now?

Your mother would have to die however, and you couldn't do that.

At least not alone.

Daemon was easy to convince, soul and heart already corrupt. You came to him like a dream unruly sliver hair and donned in a sheer iridescent nightgown. Whispers of greatness flowed from your pouty lips right into his ear. Face full of innocence and intention anything but.

You continued to spew your sweet poison as you rode him on the seat by the fire, the flames heating your already blazing skin.

He reached his peak with the thought of him as King with you by his side swollen with his babe. A conquerer in his own right.

Like your grandsire, you enjoyed sculpting the key parts of the realm, the only thing you shared with the frail man. Your most recent replica being the throne room. It's here in the safety of your chambers Daemon finds you fiddling with the chair you shall take soon.

He comes to stand behind you, his hands smoothing up the expanse of your arms pulling your back flush to his chest. Seasoned warrior that he is, his body is hard and unmoving compared to your soft pliant one, a perfect foot solider he will be.

Daemon nuzzles his head into your neck inhaling deeply "I have missed you". His time at Harrenhal left him craving your most willingly body. You're aware he views this situation much differently. Possibly believes that he has manipulated you, lead you down a dark path. A pure swan tainted so irreversibly. Not at all the still waiting dragon that you are. Ready to sink your teeth into his skin and drain him for all he's worth. You know he loves you or as close to love as he can feel. Do you return that sentiment is another issue because, of course not, he's your mother's husband, your step-father and uncle. You're strategic not vindictive.

Only your mother felt the need to be above Daemon and try her hand at triumph without him. He was a fool with a sword but that sword in his particular hand could bring down mountains. You needed him, for now. With your gentle guiding you had him believe your wants and ideas were his own.

You turn your head to meet his eyes. "No more than me" you sigh and lift your chin to claim his lips with your own. His hands tighten around you, trailing all around your body stopping here and there to grope you. Giving a pinch to your breast, a clutch around your neck. He pulls way to place his hand at the middle of your back giving a shove forward, you go easily. He flattens you over the table. He brings his hand from your back down to where the hem of your nightgown ends meets your exposed thigh. he bunches the material to your hips. Letting out a shudder at your lack of clothing underneath.

You hear from behind you the unlacing of his trousers, you keep your eyes trained on the figures ahead. The column, the banners, the throne. So small they could fit in the palm of your hand, but the longer you stare willing it to come to fruition the more the scene is happening before you. Your being enthroned and the highlords and ladies kneel before you, the small folk shout your name from outside the castle walls, you hardly feel the push in of Daemons cock in your own walls. You hear him grunt and groan behind you, rutting inside you wildly like a brute or the animal he is. He doesn't notice your lack of sounds to lost in his own pleasure, Daemons view of your backside hides your lack of lustful expression replaced with one of resolution one of assurance.

Your body is jostled up and down, Daemon's hand finds its way into your hair before trailing down to the back of your neck keeping you there while your eyes never falter from your soon to be rightful place.

The Iron Throne.

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skyfallscotland · 18 hours ago

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Professor Riorson (Remi's Version)

"Remi for once can you please—" "Be an attentive student?" I widen my eyes. "Pay attention in class?" I just my lower lip out. "Of course!" My lips curve up. "I'm so excited to have a new teacher, Vi."

Hello! After what we shall henceforth refer to as the Onyx Storm Incident, I did not know if I would ever write for this fandom again (yes, that was three days ago, I know, shut up).

Anyway, I figured I should try and push through my reservations early instead of letting my disappointment linger, so I set out to write a little palette cleanser. As usual I tried to write smut and ended up with four thousand words of feelings first 🤦🏼‍♀️

This is set in some sort of alternate (completely unbelievable) universe where Xaden never gave in to Remi's flirting when she was a first-year at Basgiath (oh and he's not a venin) everything else is irrelevant, just go with it.

It's also basically straight up erotica, so explicit content! Not for minors! Minors DNI or whatever the fuck they say over here (I really should be posting all these on AO3, but that's for another day).

Finally, I'm sorry to all the teachers out there, I hate this kink too but it's minimally emphasised (they're still them) and it was what my girl Remi deserved—why should Violet get Professor Riorson and not her, the Queen of Tyrrendor, the Angel of Death? So here we are.

PS. Justice for chairs! Hopefully you can all visualise what's going on here 😂🪑

Professor Riorson (Remi's Version)

Fraternisation between cadets and those serving in higher chains of command, including the aggregate leadership cadré at Basgiath War College, is strictly forbidden. —Article Eight, Section One, The Dragon Rider’s Codex

I tap my foot against the floor, levitating my pen above my hand almost subconsciously as Professor Devera informs the rest of the cadets just how fucked we actually are. "Welcome to the new face of battle, where we are not only outnumbered in the sky but now equally matched on the field in terms of the skill of our opponents."

Equally matched? We're not equally matched, we're absolutely fucked. It's hard to find the energy to care anymore, knowing what awaits us. Maybe if I had a signet like Violet's, I would be in with half a chance at survival, but mending? Yeah. I'm screwed.

Heads drop in the rows ahead of us, like everyone else is reaching the same conclusion.

"With that in mind, the nature of challenges will change under the supervision of Professor Emetterio to include wielding in order to better prepare you for actual combat. Death is no longer an acceptable outcome when you face your classmates. The days of settling your scores on the mat are over. We need each and every one of you to survive to graduation.”

I scoff aloud, drawing more than one person's attention. Death should never have been acceptable. The military, the system gains nothing from it, it's just a senseless waste of life.

“Easy to say when you’re not facing Sorrengail,” Caroline Ashton calls out.

My lips tilt up. I hope she ends up facing my sister.

“We aren’t going to throw you to the wolves,” Devera tells her. “The third class you’ll be adding will be a hands-on approach to prepare you for signet-against-signet combat. You’ll have a rotating roster of professors to benefit from all signet types, and the Eastern Wing has temporarily loaned us their most powerful rider to start your instruction.”

Violet stiffens beside me and I frown, glancing over at her. The Eastern Wing…wouldn't that mean…

“And on that note.” Devera gestures to the door at the back of the room, and slowly, I turn. “Look who just arrived—everyone, welcome our newest member of your leadership team. Professor Riorson.”

My heart skips a beat and my lips begin to curve into the most self-satisfied smirk I've worn in a while. This is going to be fun.

Friday comes far too slowly for my liking, but finally it's our turn to head out to the Infantry Quadrant's outdoor amphitheatre. There's a skip in my step as we descend the stairs and Violet groans, eyeing me with disapproval.

"Remi for once can you please—"

"Be an attentive student?" I widen my eyes. "Pay attention in class?" I just my lower lip out. "Of course!" My lips curve up. "I'm so excited to have a new teacher, Vi."

Ridoc snorts, bumping me with his hip as he passes.

I glance up from my feet, taking in the man standing dead centre in the base of the amphitheatre, his impatience clear. His arms are crossed over his chest and his usual dark stare is ever-present as he watches us, waiting.

"This is incredible." Sloane is saying ahead of us, commenting on the weather and the temperature inside the amphitheatre's wards. It is warm in here and as Professor Riorson's eyes dart up to lock with mine, I shrug my arms out of my flight jacket. My pulse jumps at his continued attention and slowly I shake the snow from my braid.

"You're right, Sloane." I smile, running my hand over my hair. "It's so warm in here." I reach for the bottom of my shirt and draw that up too, pulling it over my head to leave me in just my leather pants and armoured corset.

"Remi!" Violet hisses and I smile innocently.

"What?" I lift a brow. "You don't want me to pass out, do you Vi?" She grumbles something about knocking me out, which I promptly ignore, dropping my things in the first row of stone seats beside our classmates.

If there's one thing my sister has always hated, it's my infatuation with Xaden Riorson. I suppose that's fair, given she shares a mind with him at times, but it does nothing to discourage me. If I see something I want, I go after it and I've wanted Xaden Riorson ever since I first laid eyes on him all those years ago at parapet.

Too bad he doesn't want me just as badly.

“Welcome to your first session of Signet Sparring, in what I like to call the pit.” He announces as we reach the base of the steps.

"Ominous." I mutter.

“Those who can wield, keep your feet on the rock but—and I cannot stress this enough—off the mat. Those who cannot, take a seat in the first row.” He gestures to the terraced stone behind us.

I assume it has something to do with the warding, so when Aaric and Lynx move to take a seat in the rows behind, I stand to follow.

"Remi Sorrengail!" Riorson calls. "I know you can wield."

I pause, turning slightly to arch a brow. "My signet is neither offensive nor defensive, sir." The slightest, most minuscule twitch jolts his shoulders at the word and I show him my teeth. "You wouldn't want me to get hurt, would you?"

An ember of desire flickers to life in my gut and I bite my lip, letting my eyes drag over him slowly from head to toe. The tight-fitting sparring gear is reminiscent of what he always wore in the quadrant when he was our wingleader, but the swords strapped across his back…they really add to it. It's doing something for me. A lot for me.

"I'll make sure you don't get hurt, Cadet Sorrengail." He reassures. "Take a seat. Now."

I hold his gaze for a moment, wishing he could read my mind and understand exactly what that tone is doing for me. For a second his eyes flare and then it's gone; his stony, unaffected mask falling back into place as he gestures to the first row where my sister waits.

"Whatever you say, sir." I simper, flopping down onto the stone.

"Sickening." Imogen mutters, rolling her eyes from my other side, and I grin. She's never liked my obsession with him either.

First wing begin to filter in, taking their places on the adjacent seating and Riorson's eyes dart left, then right. “Let’s go. It shouldn’t be this hard to sort yourselves out."

"You can sort me out—" All the breath rushes out of me in a wheeze as Imogen's elbow plants itself in my gut. "Ok." I cough, "understood." Violet stifles a laugh.

“You done gossiping among yourselves?” Riorson eyes First Wing with what I'd classify as menace.

“We were just saying that we’re not sure someone who graduated less than a year ago makes the best teacher.” Loran Yashil folds his arms.

I laugh aloud, drawing the attention of everyone in the amphitheatre. "Because you've been doing so well with Carr." I comment. "How many dark wielders do you think he's fought? Hiding back here behind the wards like a coward?"

"Remi!" Violet groans, though the chastisement holds no sting—I know she agrees with me.

What follows is perhaps the hottest display of power and dominance I've seen in a long while. He barely lifts a finger taking the third-year down and then proceeds to do it all over again…and again, and again until there's no one left but my sister and I.

"Sorrengail, you're up!"

Violet and I glance at each other and she lifts a brow. I wiggle mine in return. Quickly, we both leap to our feet and stride onto the mat.

"I meant—"

"You should have specified then." I cut him off, drawing my daggers from my corset.

"I didn't speak in plural." He all but rolls his eyes.

"Well that's just cheating, you can't both—"

I throw my blade to the side, never once breaking eye contact with Riorson. "Shut up, Caroline!" I call. Who asked her anyway?

Drawing another dagger to replace the one I'd thrown, I let my hips sway as I stride down the centre of the mat, coming to a stop directly in front of him. "If you're too afraid to fight us both, just say Professor." I taunt. "I don't mind if you want to have our session one on one."

He sucks in a deep breath through his nose, a muscle in his jaw feathering slightly. "You're infuriating." He murmurs.

"I think you like it." I whisper, tongue darting out to wet my lips, and the ground rumbles. Lightning strikes overhead and he drags his eyes up from my lips, locking gazes with me as shadows rush out, blacking out the area entirely.

"Fuck." I mutter, taking a step back, entirely blind. I take another and another until I run clear into a hard chest and an arm brackets my middle from behind.

"What was the point of this, Sorrengail?" He asks. "If I were venin, you'd be dead right now."

"You're not venin." I counter breathlessly. "If you were, the distraction wouldn't have worked."

"The—"

Boom.

Lightning strikes mere centimetres to his left, shaking the ground, lighting up the arena. I tear myself free from his hold, ignoring the shadows that chase me, caressing my hair, my cheek—and grin slyly. "We win." I smirk as sunlight filters back through. "You'd be dead if she wanted you dead."

He frowns, like the idea of it is ludicrous. "You'd be dead. You would have died before me."

I shrug my shoulders. "And she'd be alive." I tilt my head. "Like I said. We win."

With that I turn and walk away.

"You really need to give it a rest." Violet sighs as she slings her pack over her shoulders, prepared to head down to Chantara with the others. "Remi, I'm…worried about you."

I huff, folding my arms over my chest. "Worried?"

"Worried." She confirms. "It's not healthy to go chasing after someone like this. He's not capable of loving you. There are plenty of people who—"

"Who said anything about love?" I interrupt. "I never said I wanted him to love me."

Violet looks at the ceiling like she's praying to Amari for patience. "You're you." She finally says softly, reaching out to take my hand. "I know you. You want love—and I know him—he's not capable of it."

I know she doesn't mean it critically, she's been orbiting him for quite some time now, her dragon being mated to his and all. So she knows him, better than I probably ever will as a result and she's probably right, but…

"Sometimes he looks at me and I think, just for a second…" I swallow hard.

Violet's expression softens. "I know, I see it too."

My face crumples. "Then why—"

"Because it doesn't mean he can, Rem." She squeezes my hand. "You've been chasing after him since the day you met and him liking you, doesn't mean he'll risk his heart and that's what he'd have to do—we're at war." My sister frowns. "It's all or nothing."

All or nothing.

"Fine." My voice cracks as I speak. "Fine. I get it."

My twin chews on her lip. "So you'll come to Chantara?" She whispers softly.

"No." I shake my head. "I'm going to see him, one last time." Violet's face falls. "I can do all or nothing," I whisper quietly, "but I need a chance to convince him it should be all."

"You've had—"

"No." I shake my head, my heart clenching in my chest. "I've joked and flirted and watched him spend hours of his time dragging you around, but I never made it clear…"

My sister breathes in deep, her shoulders rising like she's steadying herself. "He knows." She whispers, the words leaving her in a rush. "He knows, Remi."

I sit with that for a moment and then slowly, I nod. "Ok." I accept, my throat tightening.

"Ok?"

"Sure." I turn around, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. "I think I'll stay here anyway." I try and force a smile, but I'm sure it comes out as more of a grimace. "You go, Vi. Have fun with the others."

Her eyes are worried, but a lifetime of arguments and tears has told her when to push and when to leave well enough alone, so she leaves well enough alone. It takes a moment to collect myself, to pick the pieces of my heart up off the ground and place them back where they're meant to be, but when that's done and I've managed to still the shaking of my hands, I stand from the bed and head for the door.

If he doesn't want me that's fine, but he can tell me himself, one final time.

All or nothing.

I throw on my jacket and make my way down the hall, heading toward the school's academic wing. Pretty much everyone is either training or enjoying some recreational time, so I don't pass many people on the way there and when I raise my hand to knock, the hall is empty.

The door swings open with the help of lesser magic and I slip inside, not bothering to announce myself—the presence of a shadow curling up around my ankle tells me he knew exactly who was at his door before he ever opened it.

"Professor Riorson." I lift my eyes to his and attempt to shore up my resolve.

"Cadet Sorrengail." He leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. "To what do I owe this visit?"

My heart pounds against my rib cage and my pulse flutters like a caged bird. There's a desk between us and metres of clean air, but it may as well be nothing. The atmosphere in the room is charged and I absently wonder if Vi warned him I might be coming.

"I…"

He waits, lifting a brow. "Yes?"

"I'm failing!" I blurt, suddenly losing my nerve. "I'm going to fail your class and I don't know how to…" His eyes hold mine, gold-flecked onyx practically smouldering.

"Try again." He instructs, lowering his hands to the armrests on his chair. He splays his knees casually, leaning back while his eyes seem to stare right through me.

"I'm sorry?"

His lips tilt up, just slightly. "That's not what you came here for." He shakes his head. "Try again and don't lie this time."

My mouth runs dry. Suddenly every conviction I had, every ounce of bravado flees my body and I want to be anywhere but here because I know…this is about to hurt. Having your heart ripped out always does.

"I…came to ask for an extra credit assignment?" I try again, clinging to the minuscule hope he might believe me. It's nothing Vi hasn't done before. Well, before Basgiath, but still.

Riorson smirks. "And your suggestion?"

I frown.

"You're the professor. Don't you decide…?"

The hair on my neck stands on end and I shiver as something brushes the end of my braid. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He murmurs and my eyes blow wide.

"Uh…" His lips tilt.

"Not that it matters, you're lying again."

My mouth falls open. "Ok, you can't possibly know that!" I hiss. "You're not an inntinnsic, you have no idea what I'm thinking!"

"I know you." He counters. "You expect me to believe you, Remi Sorrengail, came here for an extra credit assignment?" He shakes his head.

"You don't know me!" I frown. "I've barely even seen you since you graduated." And not for lack of trying. I've personally been deployed up and down the Eastern Wing, but every time we've been at the same outpost he's miraculously busy. Violet however, sees him all the time. A fact I've always hated.

"Why are you here, Remi?" He tries again, looking more amused by the second and I can just tell—he knows. It shouldn't be a surprise to me. I've never made my interest a secret, I'm not ashamed of it, but that doesn't lessen the disappointment that even after all this time he'll refuse to give me the time of day when I know he's attracted to me too.

I lock my jaw and scowl. "Is there an answer you'll believe?" I finally utter, shame and frustration colouring my cheeks.

"Not extra credit."

I guess the all or nothing is going to be nothing then. How disappointing. I turn on my heel, refusing to waste a second more of my time on someone who clearly doesn't appreciate me.

"Remi." He calls sternly, his shadows tugging on my braid, and when the door won't open I resist the urge to stomp my foot like a sullen teenager—I want out.

My throat tightens. "Yes, sir?" I grit my teeth, glancing over my shoulder and his expression shifts like he's only now recognising the finality in the air. No more flirting, no more games, no more anything.

He closes his eyes and I recognise the minute twitches of his brow—he's talking to his dragon. I yank on the doorknob again but it refuses to turn, keeping me trapped in a mess of my own making.

When he stands from his chair and rounds the desk, my heart begins to flutter with panic.

"Sit down." He orders and I blink.

"No."

I'd have said it anyway, just to be contrary, but this time I mean it. I don't want to be here anymore.

"Sit. Down." His voice lowers, taking on a frustrated, threatening tone and my lip peels back from my teeth.

"No."

Before I can reach for a blade to defend myself with, his arms are around my waist and he's lifting me into the air, carting me back toward the desk like a sack of grain. He kicks the chair before it out of the way with his foot and deposits me on the desk's surface, sending papers scattering.

When I lash out with my foot, aiming to kick him somewhere painful, he catches my ankle between thick, powerful thighs. "Stop." He warns, his tone glacial. "Look at me."

Fuck you. I think, and when I glance up there's a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Sor—Remi." He corrects, leaning in. He plants large, calloused hands on my knees, keeping my thighs apart as he steps between them, ensuring I can no longer lash out at him with my boot. As his fingers curl around my knees, he leans in close enough for our jaws to brush, and I suck in a sharp breath.

"Sir?" My voice shakes and he all but groans.

He lifts a hand, tracing over my cheekbone with his thumb and my heart races. Each brush of his fingers, the feel of his stubble against my jaw, all of it—it sets my soul alight.

"Everything about this is inadvisable." He whispers, his voice gruff. "You are inadvisable."

I swallow hard. "So you've said." Never going to happen, he'd told me more than once while studying here.

"And yet…"

My muscles bunch, shoulders tensing. "…and yet?" I challenge, finally finding my voice.

He takes one breath and then another, and forces me to mourn the loss of his warmth as he steps away. "Article eight, section one—"

"You are not quoting the Codex at me!" I spit, eyes narrowing into a lethal glare as he takes another step. "You? Seriously?" Fury engulfs me, anger burning my chest with tendrils of white-hot rage. "You're a gods damned separatist, even now, Duke Riorson," I sneer, "and you're wedging the Codex between us?"

Of all things, of every excuse—

"You could be—"

"I'm exempt!" I throw my hands up, lashing out with my foot once more and growling with frustration as he halts it with his shadows. "Article eight, section one of the Dragon Rider's Codex states that calling cadets into active service in times of war may only be authorised by—"

"The Commanding General of Basgiath. I'm aware." He glares.

"So I'm no longer a cadet and I haven't been since July when they sent me to the front to mend." I point out.

"That's a technicality—"

"Oh so you're allowed to call technicalities and I'm not? Got it." I roll my eyes. "Just admit you don't want to fuck me professor and let's move on."

"In-ad-visable!" He yells, a deadly glare on his face and I jolt, rearing back a little. "If you were anyone else I'd have—" He seals his lips together and spins, facing the wall as he jerks a hand through his hair, gripping the dark strands roughly. I watch wide-eyed as his shoulders rise and fall, like he's short of breath.

"You'd what?" I whisper.

I don't dare move, frozen in place on the desk as I watch him, waiting with bated breath to see if he'll finally, finally tell me why. Why he refuses to see me as anything but Lilith Sorrengail's daughter, Brennan's little sister, Violet's twin. See ME, I want to scream at him. I deserve that.

When he turns, his eyes are dark and incensed. "If you were anyone else, I'd have bent you over that desk already and taught you a lesson."

My heart flies into my throat. "What?" It's barely more than a whisper leaving my lips.

He stalks back across the room, clearing the few feet he'd put between us, and slides his hand beneath my chin, long fingers curling around the back of my jaw to pull me in, tilting my face up to meet his. "You heard me."

Heat flushes my cheeks. "Wh…why not me?" I ask and embarrassingly enough, my voice breaks. "Why anyone but me? I'm—"

"Soft." His thumb drifts, brushing gently over my lips as he cups my jaw. "You have a soft heart, Remi Sorrengail, and I'm not the kind of man who can care for it."

I scoff, baring my teeth at him. "I'm a rider, same as you." I glare. "They don't call me the Angel of Death because I'm soft."

His hand slips, running back over my hair and down my loose braid. "Well they got the first part right." He murmurs, closing his eyes. I watch, taut as a bowstring as he takes one breath, then another. "Fuck." He mutters, face twisting up like he's in physical pain.

"Xaden?" I whisper, voice shaking.

"You have terrible timing." His hand tightens on my braid and then he's pulling, tugging me forward as he grasps my chin and seals his mouth over mine. My heart leaps into my throat and my chest tightens as he devours me, the hand on my hair sliding down to rest between my shoulder blades. His fingers splay as he pulls me in, holding me close.

His teeth nip at my lower lip and I gasp, tilting my head in submission as he slips his tongue into my mouth. Oh gods. I whimper, pressing myself further into his grasp as he kisses me thoroughly. A small sound of pleasure escapes my throat and he diverts his attention, nipping gently at my jawline.

His mouth moves right to the sensitive spot behind my ear, like he knows exactly where to nip, where to suck, where to pleasure to have me liquefy. His lips are warm against the shell of my ear as he whispers, "you choose now to take no for an answer?"

He worries the skin beneath it with his teeth and I moan, arching into him. "Y-ou didn't want me." I pant. "You've never—you—"

"I always want you." He growls. "You've been taunting me for years, angel." I gasp at the endearment, tilting my head to give him more access as he works his way down the column of my throat. "It's not a matter of want."

My fingers tighten on the timber of the desk behind me and I suddenly realise I no longer have to refrain from touching. Immediately I reach for him, slipping my hands beneath the leather of his flight jacket, running them up his sides to hold him to me.

"Then what?" I whisper, lifting a hand to rake through his hair, scratching my fingernails against his scalp as he sucks a mark into my throat. I want to touch him everywhere. "Xaden, please." I whimper, bringing my legs up to try and drag him closer. I need to wrap my thighs around him.

He groans, panting into my neck. "We should not be doing this." But he doesn't stop.

I gasp, arching upward so my chest brushes his as his fingers skate beneath the line of my corset. "You've yet to give me a good reason." I say, desire coiling low in my abdomen.

"I'm your teacher." He breathes, pulse skipping as I lock my ankles behind his lower back.

"And I'll be such a good girl for you."

Just like that, his control snaps. "Fuck, Remi." He pulls me forward forcefully, dipping his head to claim my lips once more. The kiss is deep and desperate, and I moan loudly into his mouth.

"So. Fucking. Tempting." His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling slightly on the silver-tipped strands and I moan again, heart pounding as my skin gets hotter and hotter.

He kisses like a man possessed, holding me to him like he can't get enough and when we finally part for air again, it's all I can do to keep from begging. I grasp his hand, dragging it from where it rests on the side of my neck, down over my chest, past my stomach and to the button on my leathers.

He barely hesitates, slipping his hand beneath my waistband. I toss my head back, a small gasp leaving my lips as he slides his fingers over my clit and and back up again. "Gods," I whimper, "please."

"Please, what?" He whispers, slowly drawing his fingers through my arousal.

"Please, sir?" I gasp, leaning back to meet gold-flecked onyx. He chuckles.

"I meant what do you expect me to do with you, angel?" His thumb slowly circles my clit in soft, barely-there movements, "but the respect is a nice touch."

I swallow hard, a red flush spreading down my neck, but I have him right in front of me and I refuse to falter now. "Please make me come." I whisper and he groans, hips rocking forward reflexively. "I'll be good for you, I promise."

His eyes are so dark they're almost entirely black despite the light in his office, and he pushes my legs from his hips, spreading my knees further apart as he pulls me to the edge of the desk.

"These need to come off. Now." His hands are already moving, undoing the buttons and sliding my pants down over my hips, taking my underwear with them. I lever myself up on my hands as he drags them down and drops to his knees before me, fingers working on the laces of my boots.

He pulls them off one by one and dumps them on the floor, and when my pants are finally off and I'm half-naked on his desk, he tips his head back and stares. I flush deeper as he remains kneeling on the floor, slipping his hands up to cup my knees.

He rests his head on the inside of my thigh for a moment, his hair brushing my skin, and parts my legs further. Anxiety flares and I glance up at the door uncertainly, suddenly realising where we are.

"Is that door locked?" My heart skips a beat.

"Does it make you wet?" He murmurs, "the idea of being caught?"

I swallow hard. "No."

My heart flutters against my rib cage and his eyes soften, lips pressing gently to my skin. "It's locked, angel. No one's getting in." He places another careful kiss on my inner thigh. "No one can hear us. It's just you and me."

Something inside me settles and I relax enough to reach out, threading my fingers through his hair. "Ok." I murmur, admiring the silky strands as he moves closer, drawing in a sharp breath as he wraps strong arms around my legs and pulls.

"Xa-Xaden." I whimper as he lowers his mouth to my heat, parting his lips.

"What happened to sir?" He lifts a brow, glancing up at me, and my stomach swoops.

"Sir," I whisper, my voice shaking.

I watch as his mouth curves up in a smirk. "Better." He agrees, and lowers it to my clit.

"Oh, gods." I moan aloud as he seals his lips around it, wasting no time with foreplay. He flattens his tongue and I can't help but rock my hips, both my hands flying into his hair.

My back arches as he scrapes his teeth over me and I quickly slam one hand down behind me to keep from losing my balance, sending pens scattering everywhere.

"Look at you, making a mess." He murmurs between languid strokes of his tongue.

My chest heaves and I grip his hair tighter, trying to still the movement of my hips. "I'll make—a mess—of you." I pant, the last word pitched higher as he closes his mouth around me and sucks.

"Promises, promises." He murmurs as he drags his fingers along my inner thigh teasingly. "Are you going to come on my face, angel?" He asks, barely looking up as he slips a finger inside me.

I moan, arching as my heart pounds, desire coiling low and tight in my gut as I clench around his finger. "I—" I can't get a word out, entirely breathless as he sits back on his heels and waits, lips shining with the evidence of my arousal.

"Look at you." He whispers, lifting his thumb to swirl it around my clit. "So wet for me already."

"Yes," I breathe, curling my fingers tighter in his hair. "Always for you."

He drags his finger out and presses it back in again, eyes never leaving his hand. I squirm in place, wanting—needing—more. He thumbs at my clit almost playfully, finally looking up to watch my reaction and I whimper, screwing my own eyes shut.

"Can you take another for me?" He asks, moving his finger teasingly.

"I can take all of you." I whine, twisting with impatience. "I want your cock, please Xaden?" He lifts a brow and I already know exactly what he's going to say.

"Ask me nicely."

There it is. I swallow hard. "Please, sir?" I soften my voice, ignoring the embarrassment that flares in my chest. I'll beg if it gets me there. "I want to come on your cock."

"You will." He responds, stroking my inner wall with his finger. "Just not yet. Be a good girl and let me have my fun."

I manage to refrain from more than a single disgruntled whimper as he ignores my plea, starting circles with his thumb again. When he slides a second finger home beside the first and curls them up, I cry out, tugging on his hair to bring him close.

"Please, your mouth."

He flattens his tongue obediently and I gasp and whimper as he begins moving it over my clit in time with his fingers. He laps at me as he slides them in and out, curling them up to press against a spot that almost sends me over the edge.

"There! There, please!"

I decide I hate the desk. It's hard and uncomfortable, and it provides poor leverage, keeping me from rolling my hips or fucking myself against his face.

He swirls his tongue and presses his fingers up simultaneously, and the action takes me entirely by surprise, tossing me unceremoniously over the edge. "Xaden!" I cry out, jerking against him as I shatter, coming apart on his tongue.

His head is squeezed tightly between my thighs as I shudder, hips jerking, and he moans against me, sending my heart rate soaring as the vibration of it rumbles through my clit. I gasp, clenching my cunt down around his fingers.

I don't know where to look, what to hold onto as my pleasure rolls over me in waves. Sweat slicks my skin and when he finally pulls away, licking his lips in self-satisfaction, his eyes gleam. "I can't wait to get my cock in you."

I moan, tightening around the fingers still inside me. "You could have already been in me." I pant, whimpering as he finally rises to his feet, showing no signs of the difficulty I know I'd be experiencing if I were on my knees that long.

He slips his fingers free and brings them to his lips, holding my gaze as he licks them clean. My stomach swoops like I've done an aerial dive and my lips part, surprise and arousal no doubt written all over my face. Gods.

"Patience, cadet." He lectures, grasping my chin roughly. "You've been so good," he croons, leaning in to kiss me. "You don't want to ruin that now, do you?" When he slips his tongue past my lips, I can taste myself on him and I moan into his mouth, skin heating beyond comprehension. It feels like when I wield—all my power building up inside me, only now it's pleasure; building and building again until I'm ready to explode.

"We're going back to that?" I pant as we part. "You don't like your name on my lips?"

"I like you obedient." He fires back, his hand gripping the back of my neck. "You've spent years taunting me, having your fun at my expense. I think I'm owed some recompense."

I almost roll my eyes. Almost.

"You could have had me at any time." I whisper. "If you waited, that's on you." I tilt my head up, closing the gap between us myself for the first time as I kiss him sweetly. "Your room, mine, the sparring mats…" I murmur. "I've thought about us everywhere."

"And this…?" He asks, eyes heated. "What were you picturing when you came down here, all innocent, asking about extra credit?" His hands move to his own leathers and my heart skips a beat as he begins undoing buckles, removing his weaponry with quick, efficient movements.

"What were you picturing when you walked in here, Remi, and saw me sitting behind my desk?" He moves onto the button at his waistband, popping it open. I watch, breath hitching as he frees his cock, pushing his pants down slightly as he begins to stroke. "Was this what you had in mind?"

A small sound escapes me, more of a squeak than anything else, and I suddenly find myself at a loss for words. He's…sizeable. He grasps the front of my corset, dragging me up off the desk, levering me to my feet. I tilt my head back to look at him, but our eyes only meet for a second before he's pushing, turning me around and down.

I catch myself on my hands, palms flat on the desk, fingers splayed wide and gasp as he presses himself in behind me, a hand grasping my braid. He leans down, mouth warm against my ear and says, "be a good girl and spread your legs."

I obey on reflex, but I'm certain my skin is so red it looks like I've reached burnout. "Xa-Xaden…" My fingers tighten on the dark timber and I gasp as he presses down on my spine, forcing my back to bow, lifting my ass against him.

"You look so pretty like this." He murmurs in my ear and I jolt as he drags a finger up through my folds, adding a second to gently hold me open. I can feel his fingers on my skin, hear the stroke of his hand on his cock as he prepares himself, but all I can see is papers and tomes.

I gasp as the head of his cock presses against my entrance, heart fluttering wildly, and as he starts to slowly push inside, I panic. "Wait!" I call, reaching behind my back, searching for his hand. "Wait, wait, wait." I pant, anxiety thrashing in my chest as he freezes, holding completely still.

His hand closes over mine, fingers threading between my own and I squeeze tightly, trembling in place. "Not like this." I swallow hard, shaking my head. "Not—" Before I can finish speaking he has me on my feet, spun around and held against him, his cock pressing against my stomach as he spears his hand into my hair, guiding my eyes to his.

"Remi?" He asks seriously.

My lip shakes and a small, mortified sound escapes my throat. "I want to see you." I whisper. "The first time…I want to see you." I want to look into his eyes. I want to see the way his brows knit, the way his lips part in pleasure as he drives into me. I want him to see me and know it's me and no one else. I want all of him.

His gaze softens and he dips his head, kissing me softly, his movements slow and languid. It eases the pressure in my chest, the small part of me that thought speaking up might be a deal breaker, and when we part he reaches down and lifts me off my feet, carrying me in quick strides to the chair behind his desk.

"Tell me if you want to stop." He murmurs, pressing his lips to my cheek, my jaw, my throat.

My knees settle on either side of him and I hover in place for a moment, waiting for his eyes to return to mine once more. "I don't want to stop."

Slowly, I sink down on his cock, holding his gaze as I take inch after inch of him until I finally have to close my eyes, tipping my head back in rapture. "Gods, Xaden."

He exhales slowly and his voice is strained when he speaks again. "So tight, Remi." He murmurs, lips brushing my cheek. "So wet for me."

I moan, tipping my head into his neck as he jerks his hips up, pressing against all the right places. The stretch is just this side of too much and it's exquisite and entirely worth the wait. I reach around him, gripping the back of his chair as I lever myself up and drop back down again, squeezing my walls tight around his cock.

"Good girl," he praises, sliding his hands up my spine as he encourages me to move.

I blink my eyes open, kissing my way up his jaw, sucking a mark of ownership into his neck. I want everyone to know exactly what he's been up to in here—I want them to know he's taken. I lean back until I can see him properly—see every minuscule expression as I gyrate on his cock. "I've wanted this for so long." I gasp. "Wanted you."

He lifts a hand, brushing my hair from my eyes and the other palms my hip, encouraging me to move. "I know." He murmurs, shadows slipping free from his control. "I know everything, Remi. All your wants, your needs, everything." Wisps of black curl up around me, brushing my skin, disappearing beneath my clothes. "I'm just as fucking obsessed with you as you are with me." My stomach swoops.

"Are you—" I gasp, arching my spine as something cold brushes lightly against my clit. "Is—is that?" I can't even get the words out I'm so short of breath.

"Me." He whispers, thrusting harder. "All of me, all over you."

I groan, tipping my face back into his neck as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding on tight. I could interpret that very differently. "Do you want it harder, angel?" He murmurs, teeth nipping at my earlobe.

I nod furiously, panting as he snaps his hips up, pulling me down at the same time. "Please, Xade."

He sets a quick, unrelenting pace, slamming home inside me with the same desperation I feel, like he needs it—like he's a man starved. "You're so perfect, Rem." He praises, breath rattling out of him as his shadows circle my clit. They endless and determined just like him, slipping low beneath the neckline of my corset as he drives his cock into me over and over again.

"Are you going to come again for me?" He pants against my ear as I tighten around him. "Let me come inside you? Fill you up?"

"Yes, yes, yes—" The coil of pleasure building in my abdomen bursts and I cry out, holding on tight as fire floods my veins, nerve endings lighting up like a shooting star. "Xaden! Xaden—" I gasp and shudder, curling into him as he continues thrusting, chasing his own peak.

I'm so over-sensitised I can't help but whimper against his throat, my fingers tightening on his arms with every stroke. His thrusts grow less and less controlled as he hurtles toward the same cliff I'd just toppled over, and I clench down tight around him, sucking another mark into the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

"Fuck!" He curses, teeth lodging in my dragonscale armour as his hips give one final jerk and he spills inside me with a groan. His chest rises and falls rapidly beneath my cheek and I smile softly to myself, keeping my eyes down. "Gods." He rests his head on my shoulder, arms curling around me to hold me close, and I do the same to him, my heart swelling in my chest.

I lie my cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he presses a kiss to the back of my neck. His breathing begins to even out, pulse slowing but I hold onto him just as tightly still, keeping him close.

My knees are beginning to ache and the width of his hips isn't exactly comfortable for mine, but I don't dare move, knowing the second I do this will be over and I'll have to face reality again��awkward, uncertain reality.

I'm just as obsessed with you as you are with me, he'd said—but is he really? That seems unlikely.

"Remi." He murmurs, his arms falling from my sides, and I bite down hard on the inside of my lip, throat tightening. "Angel, we can't stay like this." He chuckles.

"Yes we can." I murmur petulantly into his neck, not loosening my grip an inch.

"I have a meeting in ten minutes." He replies, hand firm in the centre of my spine, "and while I'm happy to work with my cock inside you, I don't share."

A barely audible sound of surprise lodges in my throat. "Share?" I ask quietly, a tendril of hope curling in my chest.

He tugs gently on my braid, encouraging me to lean back so our eyes can meet. "You're mine, Remi, and I don't share my things with anyone." He says sternly.

That kind of possessive alpha bullshit should not fly with me. If it were anyone else, I'd probably punch them square in the nose for their insolence and tell them I'm not an object, but he's not anyone else and for him…

"Yes, sir." I whisper, cheeks flushing, and he groans, hips stuttering below me as his body makes a valiant attempt at an encore.

"Remi!" He chides and my lips curl up in a smirk, emboldened.

"Was that enough for extra credit, Professor Riorson? Am I passing your class?"

"Fuck." He mutters, mostly to himself. "If anyone finds out—"

"I'm happy to warm your cock while you work," I murmur, "if you still think I need extra instruction."

"Remi!" He groans, lifting me off him completely. "You're going to be the death of me." I guess he wasn't kidding about having a meeting to go to.

He sets me on my feet and I stare up at him innocently, chewing on my lower lip. "I feel so empty without you inside—"

"For fuck's sake!" He curses, sending a shadow to curl around my mouth. I go to speak further, to taunt him again, and find the dark mass blocks all sound—I can't so much as whisper in his direction for as long as he can wield. I pout, staring up at him with wide, wet eyes.

"How important is this meeting?" I sign, hands moving rapidly in the air. "I'll be lonely without your—" Shadows zip forward, swirling around my wrists to lock them tight together, binding my hands.

He finishes buttoning his pants and folds his arms over his chest, staring at my half-naked form in the middle of his office, completely unimpressed. "I suppose insecure Remi is gone then?" He asks, striding forward to cup my jaw with his hand.

That scores a direct hit and I guess he somehow knows it, because his fingers gentle as they tip my chin up. "Torment me in public and you won't like the punishment."

I'm absolutely certain I will.

Almost as if he hears my thoughts, his eyes narrow and he scowls. "I promise you won't, angel. I'll bring you to the edge over and over again and leave you there, bound and desperate while I get myself off—every day until you've learned your lesson."

I swallow hard.

"Thought so." He hums. "But if you're good, I'll help you come—on my face, on my hand, on my cock…over and over and over again." Onyx eyes glitter. "It's your choice, baby."

Baby. The word hits me like a punch in the gut and my chest tightens. "I can be good." I blurt the second his shadows disappear. "I promise."

"Good girl." The hand around my jaw curls up and he drags me in, dipping his head to place a soft, reverent kiss on my lips. "Go clean up and I'll see you tonight, Cadet Sorrengail."

I breathe in deep, a small smile touching my lips as I reach for my pants, hands shaking with relief. "Ok." His hand skates over my back as I finish dressing and he guides me toward the door to his office.

"And Rem?" He calls, halting me when my hand is on the doorknob. "That technicality is bullshit—it's not flying with anyone in leadership and you know it, so for fuck's sake keep this to yourself until this posting is over."

I bare my teeth in a grin, a joyful laugh bubbling past my lips. "Whatever you say, sir."

Who knew academia could be this satisfying?

#professor riorson (remi's version)#remi sorrengail; badass of navarre #xaden riorson: head of the remi sorrengail fanclub #onyx storm spoilers #fourth wing fanfic #basgiath (remi's version)

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