#please don't look too closely at the sword.. or the hands.. or anything for that matter

[candy69gurl]

can you do hybrid! Wolf toji claiming you during his rut?

THE HOWL OF DESIRE

Hybrid! Wolf toji x f!reader

Warnings- 18+, dark, slight non/con (Toji does not intend to harm you), size kink (both are adults), cave sex, multiple orgasms, nipple biting & play, fingering (Toji has black big nails), raw sex (cumming inside many times), breeding, pussy eating

wc - 2.6k

ART NOT MINE !

As you traverse through the dense woods, you find yourself getting increasingly disoriented, unsure of which way leads back to civilization. The sun's rays barely penetrating the thick canopy above, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. You begin to worry, knowing that spending the night here could lead to dangerous consequences.

Suddenly, your senses pick up on the sound of rustling leaves nearby. You freeze, trying to discern whether it is an animal or something more sinister.

A figure emerges from behind a tree, and you gasp involuntarily. It is a creature of height 6'1ft, he appears as a magnificent wolf-human hybrid. He is slender but muscular and athletic, and his wolfish aura makes him look intimidating. As he closes on your position you notice his ears flattened on his head and his tail is pointed upright, his body has chiseled muscles and trademark scars, his green sword-like eyes looking through your soul. His mouth bore fang-like teeth that you swear are more vicious than natural canine teeth of humans.

His eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of hunger and desire burning within their depths.

"Hello, human," he growls softly, his voice tinged with an animalistic quality. "Lost, are we? Well, I don't normally go for humans, but you seem intriguing enough."

As you stand frozen in fear and confusion, Toji takes a step closer, his form shifting slightly, the wolf aspects becoming more pronounced. His eyes gleam with lust, and you can faintly smell his pheromones in the air – a testament to his overwhelming need to mate. "Ah finally," he says, taking another step toward you. "It's just my rut, and I need a mate to breed with. Normally, I wouldn't ask a human, but I cannot wait anymore."

His voice is calm, almost soothing despite the terrifying situation. Your heart races as you contemplate your options, but you realize that running might only agitate him further. Nonetheless your legs unconsciously start to move. There is only one way to get out of this- by running.

"So," he continues, his back facing you but when he turns to you, he sees you running, " What's a prey if they don't try running".

With a grin spreading across his face, Toji starts running after you, muscles rippling as he leaps after you. His movements are fluid and quick, darting through the trees with ease. You feel your adrenaline surge, pushing your speed to its limit as you navigate the unfamiliar terrain. However, he seems to know these woods intimately, and your panic increases as you realize you're unable to shake him off.

"Caught you little bunny" he exclaims, grabbing your neck. Despite his triumphant words, there's a hint of concern in his eyes. He pauses, contemplating his next move. "Running isn't going to solve anything, and believe me, you don't want to get hurt.. Or do you?"

"P-please let me go.. I have to get back home."

Toji weighs your plea, his gaze lingering on you thoughtfully. His need for release is urgent, but he doesn't wish to harm you unnecessarily. "I can let you go, but I'm afraid you won't find your way back alone." His voice holds a note of genuine concern, his eyes softening momentarily.

Then, his expression shifts, the wolfish hunger returning. "But," he adds, "If you agree to stay and help alleviate my… condition, I promise to guide you safely back to where you belong. You won't regret it, trust me." He leans close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "I'll make sure you enjoy it too."

You stand there, contemplating your options. The thought of being alone in these woods, possibly lost for another night, is daunting. On the other hand, submitting to Toji's demands is equally terrifying, but there's a strange allure to it as well. His promise of safety and pleasure seems almost too good to be true.

As you weigh the pros and cons, Toji watches you intently, his eyes never leaving yours. He can sense your hesitation, and it fuels his desire even more. "I understand if you're scared," he says softly, reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "But I promise, I won't hurt you. I just need someone to share this with, and you seem like the perfect one."

His touch is warm and comforting, despite the situation. You can't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in his presence, as if he truly means what he says. "So, what do you say?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. "Will you help me, and let me help you in return?"

"O-only if you promise to be gentle..", you reply, your voice shaking from his intimidating aura.

Toji's eyes crinkle at the corners, a rare smile gracing his features. "Gentle it is," he assures you, his grip on your cheek gentle but firm. "I can't promise but I will try since you are my first human mate.. Come, let's find a suitable spot. We don't want to draw attention, do we?" His voice is smooth, radiating confidence and control. You hesitate, but there's a sense of safety in his presence that you can't deny.

With a deep breath, you take his hand, allowing him to lead you deeper into the woods. The fear is still there, but it's tempered by a growing curiosity. You're stepping into unknown territory, but for some reason, you don't feel threatened. Instead, there's a strange excitement coursing through you, making your heart beat faster.

As you follow Toji deeper into the woods, you begin to notice subtle changes in the landscape. Brambles part before you, revealing a hidden trail leading to a small clearing. In the center of the clearing lies a cave, half-hidden by the surrounding foliage. This is where Toji leads you, guiding you inside with a gentle push.

The cave is surprisingly cozy, lit by the dim light seeping through the entrance. There's a palpable sense of warmth and security, and you can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. Toji observes your reaction, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"This is my den," he explains, gesturing around. "Now, shall we proceed?" He tilts his head, his eyes holding a mix of anticipation and expectation. You can tell that his rut is still strong, but he's patiently waiting for your lead.

Your nod sends a wave of excitement through Toji, his eyes glinting with eagerness.. He quickly steps closer, nearly ripping your pants and panties off. He hovers over you, his eyes locked on yours as he positions himself between your thighs.

Surprised by his sudden movement, you struggle in his grip, "W-wait you need to loosen me up"

Toji pauses, confusion clouding his features for a brief moment. "Loosen you up?" he repeats, his voice heavy with confusion. Then, understanding dawns on his face, and he chuckles softly. "Tsk, I can wait no more but fine since you beg me so obediently", moving between your legs. He gently parts you with his fingers, feeling your dampness.

"You're already prepared," he murmurs, a note of approval in his voice.

"Ah~", your back arches at his finger movements, your back hitting the ground of the cave.

At your response, Toji's eyes darken with lust. He thrusts his fingers into you roughly. "Are ya loose yet?" His eyes remain locked on yours, his expression a mix of impatience and excitement.

"n-no not yet.. a-ah", your voice cracks up in pleasure.

Toji's eyes narrow, his brows furrowing in concentration. He inserts a third finger, thrusting harder this time, stretching you wider. You cry out, a mixture of pleasure and pain washing over you as you near your edge.

"Humans are so responsive..." he mutters, his voice thick with desire as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. His eyes never leave yours, the intensity between you and him building, is only heightened by the dim light of the cave.

Finally, after several more thrusts, you reach your orgasm and he withdraws his fingers, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips. "Ready?" He asks, his gaze locked on your face, waiting for your answer.

"mghh.. n-not now.. I need sometime.. I am sensitive right now", you protest.

Toji's eyes squint in annoyance "Shut up, I have been patient enough. I can't wait any longer."

With that, he positions himself between your legs again .With a sudden powerful surge, Toji thrusts into you, his giant cock stretching your poor hole wide. You gasp, your nails digging into the cave floor as you struggle to adjust to the intense sensation.

"Please.. A-ah .. be gentle"

"Shush..I am trying .. You humans are so fragile.. But", he grunts in pleasure, "ya feel so good. I never thought humans feel this good"

Though he is trying to be gentle, but your insides feel so good that he can't help but move relentlessly, his hips pumping in a primal rhythm. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure and pain through you, your body responding to his dominance.

Despite your initial protest, you can't help but moan loudly, writhing beneath him. His roughness sets you ablaze, and you find yourself meeting his thrusts eagerly. His scent, his strength - everything about this experience overwhelms you. Your body cries out for release, and you know you won't last long.

"That's it, take it!" Toji growls, his eyes locked on yours. His primal nature is on full display, and it's intoxicating.

Your toes curl up as Toji's thrusts intensify, his eyes widening at your reaction. "Fuck, you're tight," he groans, his voice thick with lust. "You feel incredible." His pace quickens, his hips slamming into you with brutal efficiency. You cry out, the cave echoing with your sounds of pleasure and pain.

His rut is nearing its peak, his body trembling with suppressed energy. With one last powerful lunge, he buries himself deep within you, filling you with his seed. "Take it all," he rasps, his breath hot against your neck.

In that moment, you surrender to the sensations, your own climax washing over you. Together, you collapse onto the cave floor, feeling spent but incredibly fulfilled. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, holding him close.

As he recovers, Toji nuzzles your neck, his breathing ragged. "I hope I was gentle enough," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"No .. you are so mean..", you reply panting.

Toji laughs, his chest rumbling against your throat. "Mean? Maybe, but effective, wouldn't you agree?" He teases, his grip on you tightening. "Besides, don't lie, you enjoyed it too."

He's right, you did enjoy it - despite the roughness. The intensity of the encounter left you shaken yet exhilarated. He turns you on your stomach "don't think it's over yet.. It's just a starting"

"w-what?", your pupil dilates at the though.

Toji pushes you on your stomach and he enters from behind. You moan, feeling him stretch you once again. With a smirk, he begins to thrust relentlessly, his body slamming against yours. His large hands grip your sides, holding you steady as he takes you from behind.

"We are going to do it whole night" he growls, each word punctuated by his thrusts.

You cry out, your body responding eagerly to his advances. You can't deny the pleasure surging through you. His dominance excites you, the raw intensity of his actions sending you spiraling towards another climax.

"God, you're so good," he praises, his voice thick with lust. "I could spend hours with you, sweet human."

"P-please can't no more", you plead.

Toji stills, pulling his cock out, your body shaking from oversensitiveness. "Already?" then he thrusts into you again. "I know you can handle this."

You cry out, feeling him entering you again.

Time skips, and you and he are still at it, you don't know what time it is, you don't know how many orgasms coursed through you.. The only thing you know is the pleasure you are getting from this.

Toji's eyes shine with lust, his hands firmly grasping your hips as he bounces you on his lap. Your hair falls in disarray around your face, your skin flushed from exertion. Each thrust elicits a soft moan from you, your body responding to his every command.

"Feel good?" he asks, his voice low and sultry. His eyes hold a mixture of satisfaction and hunger, his gaze never leaving your face. You nod, breathless, your nails scratching lightly at his shoulders.

"Good," he growls, increasing his pace. "I knew you'd love this." His hips buck, driving into you harder, faster. You cry out, your body reacting to his every touch.

"p-please play with my nipples too.. mhmm", your face flush with shame as you beg him to pleasure you. Unknowingly removing your hands remove your top and push up your bra, revealing your breasts with stiffening nipples.

Toji's eyes light up at your request, his hands immediately moving to your breasts. He pinches your nipples gently, then harder, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain from you. You cry out, your body arching in response.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. "Is this what you wanted?"

You nod, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He leans to catch one of your bouncing tits in his mouth, licking and sucking. His fangs brush your nipples, nibbling on them gently

"f-fuck .. dont bite them.. ahhh."

Toji pulls back, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. He looks at you, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "My apologies," he says, feigning innocence. "It seemed to please you though."

He resumes his thrusts, his movements fierce and unrestrained. His hands pinch and twist your nipples, his tongue lashing over them in turn. Each touch sends waves of pleasure-pain coursing through you, your body responding eagerly.

"I'm close," you whisper, your voice hoarse.

"Not yet," he growls, his eyes darkening. "I'm not done with you."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, pushing you closer to the edge. You cry out, your body writhing beneath him as he plays with your nipples, fucking you relentlessly.

"R-really can't anymore.. please let me .. let me cum", you beg him, tears falling from your cheeks.

Toji's eyes meet your teary eyes, his breath ragged.

"Don't cry little human", he licks your cheek wiping off your tears. "Then cum," he growls, his voice rough with pleasure. "Let go."

With a final, hard thrust, he drives into you, the motion perfectly synchronized with your climax. You cry out, your body shaking as you crest over the edge. He follows suit, his cock pulsing within you as he finds his own release. He growls which sounds more like a howl, as he fills your womb with his thick seed.

Exhausted, you slump against him, your breathing ragged. He holds you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

Soon you pass out. Toji catches you easily, his grip firm yet tender. "Awww. I wanted more though," he whispers, his voice softening, "but fine.. I have had enough fun.. I will help ya return tomorrow"

He gazes at your sleeping form, a hint of tenderness in his eyes. Despite his rough exterior, he cares for you. He wraps his big arms around you covering your fragile body, ensuring you stay warm throughout the night.

You awaken slowly, feeling warm, wet warmth between your legs. Your eyes flutter open, landing on Toji's face, his eyes gleaming with desire as he licks your cunt. The sight is both erotic and overwhelming.

"Morning," he greets, his voice thick with lust. "How are you feeling?"

You swallow hard, your heart racing. "W-what are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" he responds, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Cleaning you up after last night's fun."

You blush, your body reacting to his touch whether you want it to or not. Your eyes squeeze shut as he licks and kisses your most intimate places.

"Mmm, you taste delicious," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your skin. "Like sweet honey."

"H-hey you said.. you will help me return back home.."

Toji raises his head, his eyes locked on yours. "Go home?" he repeats, surprise clear in his voice. "Oh yes.. But I want to fuck you before I leave you alone for good"

Your skin is already sensitive from his licks and touches, your body ready for more. You bite your lower lip before nodding.

He grins, his eyes filled with lust. "What we waiting for then?" He quickly moves, positioning himself between your legs.

He chuckles as your walls devour his huge girth. "I love how good your taking me.. Fuck.. I'll always find you during my rut, my little bunny."

[writtenapoiogy]

patience running thin; jacaerys velaryon

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x f!reader

summary: 'You two were to be wed by the week’s end. He was getting impatient. You were both getting impatient.'

word count: 1.3k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, porn w/o plot, somewhat canon compliant, hot HOT make out, fingering, hair pulling, groping, high valyrian used w translation (if it is wrong i obviously don't know hv please forgive me), jacaerys is feral.

a/n: i had to write and publish something about jace pronto i hope everyone enjoys! i may write a part 2 😁 (this is so minimally proofread it is 1am)

READ PART TWO HERE

“What are you doing here my love?” You said as Jacaerys walked into your bedchamber and shut your door with his foot.

His eyebrows furrowed. “What can I not see my betrothed?” Jace leaned down crashing his lips upon yours. He needed this every day. Feeling your lips against his helped center him during this crazy war. He wrapped his arms around your back pulling you completely against him.

You two were to be wed by the week’s end. He was getting impatient. You were both getting impatient. He’s wanted nothing more than to be inside of you since the date was set. Every time you two went to share a kiss there was nothing but heat behind it, a simple peck would lead to deeper kisses. Pushed against walls. Hands anywhere they could reach. Hushed moans drowned out by kisses.

He brought his hands from around you to cup your face and yours went to unpin his cloak. It fell to the floor alongside his sheathed sword and a loud clank resonated around the room.

“I missed you today.” Jacaerys ran his nose from behind your ear down to your collarbone. Taking in your scent. A warm vanilla, he could moan at your smell alone. You had just had your nightly bath.

He walked you towards your bed until the two of you fell on top of your bed cover. He kneeled over you, his mouth was all over your neck and the parts of your chest that were exposed.

Your hands were entangled in his exquisite curls. Gasps and moans left your mouth. You spread your legs and he ran his hand up one, piling your dress around your waist.

“I do not think I can keep my honor intact much longer,” Jace spoke his hand entirely too close to your small clothes.

You let out small gasps reaching your head towards him, wanting nothing more than to grasp his lips yet again.

“Jacaerys.” You whined desperately against his lips. “I cannot wait.”

He groaned and pulled away from you shaking his head. “Do not say that.” He sat on the backs of his legs looking down at you. “I cannot hear that. We marry in less than four days and every day we get closer, I am finding my honor on a very very thin line. I cannot be in control of what happens if I hear that.”

“Does it really count as dishonor when we marry so soon?” You smiled.

“We cannot.” He began to look at your frame. He could see your hard nipples through the thin material of your sleepwear. Looking at your beautiful legs. All the way up to where your dress was just barely covering your most intimate area. You looked so beautiful in front of him.

“We can.” You sat up running your hands up his chest. “And you are wearing too many clothes.”

“We canno-.”

“Jacaerys! Do something, please. Anything I’ll take anything you’ll give me… please.” You couldn’t take it anymore. These past few weeks, you’ve become touch starved for your soon-to-be husband. But touched starved in a place you have never felt him. Between the promiscuous kisses against walls in empty corridors. To the heated make-outs in each other beds. It was simply too much for you. You couldn’t handle it anymore.

You saw something flash in Jace’s eyes at your words. He was on you in seconds. Pulling your night dress down just enough to see the swell of your breasts. “I do not wish to spoil myself of your entirety before we are vowed to each other. I wish not to ruin the anticipation. To see my wife in all of her glory.”

You moaned at his words. He took your lips, pushing you back down on the bed, moaning into your mouth. He was kneeling over you. Your hands were tangled in his hair. This was all too much for both of you.

His cock screaming for release inside of his tight pants. You felt your stomach twisting in such delight. Your skin was ablaze, feeling his hands and mouth all over you. He brought his mouth down to the tops of your breasts, groping one through your clothes with his slender hands.

“Ja-Jacaerys. More. Please.” You struggled to get out through gasps and groans.

Jacaerys pulled his mouth away from your breast. He dragged his hand down from your breast slowly down your side till it was past your dress and going up the inner side of your thigh.

You felt your breath get stuck in a lump in your throat as you anticipated his next move. His eyes never left yours. Beautiful browns. So deep right now they almost looked like were brown mixed with blood red.

He brought his other hand down with him to pull your thin undergarments off of your body. His body had a visceral reaction to the smell of your arousal, which filled his nose as soon as he removed your small clothes. “Ao jāhor sagon se morghon hen issa.” You will be the death of me.

You not being of Targaryen blood, you did not understand what he just said. But him speaking the ancient language of High Valyrian did something to you. “Jace.” You whined.

Jacaerys brought his finger forward rubbing it through you wet folds. You jerked when his finger lightly touched your clit.

His eyes sparked mischievously, “Do you find that pleasurable, my love.” You mewled when he circled his finger over it. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He continued to play with your clit as you threw your hand to the back of his head, rocking your hips against his finger. You whispered in his ear that you needed him to put it inside of you.

He quickly slipped his index finger inside of you and groaned at your tightness. He began to pump his finger. All he could do was look at you in pure awe. Your breasts struggled to free themselves as you arched your back at the pleasure. Sweat droplets pilling up on your forehead. Your mouth was wide open as you let out wanton moans and cries of his name.

“Oh, you are perfect. Please look at me.” Jacaerys spoke when he curled his index finger inside of you, trying to see what made you tick. Looks like he hit it right on the spot. He couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a bit arrogant.

You opened your eyes as you let out a loud whimper. Jace immediately crashed his lips to yours in an open mouth kiss full of tongue and spit and lust. He pulled away, keeping his finger curling into the soft spot inside of you.

You looked down at the tent in his pants and couldn’t stop yourself from reaching your hand out to touch your prince but he immediately protested.

“If you touch me there that line of honor I have will snap. Do you rea-,” Jacaerys began before he was cut off by a knock at your door. Jacaerys stopped what he was doing and looked at you with wide eyes. “Tell them to go.” He leaned down and whispered against your lips.

“I am feeling a bit unwell. Please could this wait till the morning?” Jace smiled at you and then took your lips again. His hand resumed its actions as well.

“Little prince, I know you’re in there. Your mother is waiting for you at the painted table.”

Both of your faces blanched as you recognized no one other than Daemon Targaryen on the outside of the door.

Jacaerys removed his finger from inside of you and you hissed. He gave you a quick kiss before getting out of your bed to straighten himself up.

After he donned his cloak again, he gave you another kiss. “I will see you in the morning, Princess.”

You smiled at him as he helped get you situated under your covers. He was out the door before you could help him fix his hair. You laughed at the thought.

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[mediumgayitalian]

Nico doesn't notice it, at first.

Most of the day his eyes are just blue.

Pretty blue, of course. Most of Will is; pretty that is. He sounds it, especially, rolling r's and loud lovely laughs and a lower voice that's right on the edge of raspy. He matches it, too, his voice, he has the wild golden curls and veritable spattering of freckles that match the paint-spatter splash of his very being. He is pretty the way dandelions are pretty, bright and explosive and covering hills as far as the eyes can see.

Nico doesn't talk as much as he does. Most people don't, honestly, if there's one thing about Will it's that he's got something to say. Nico likes it when he talks, he likes to walk along and listen or track the waving of his arms as he rants during breakfast. When he watches he can see his big big eyes widen and narrow with every raised and falling pitch of his voice, he can see them sparkle with something secret every time a tripwire gets pulled and someone blames the Hermes cabin. When he watches he can see the shimmery, sky-blue catch in the sunlight, glowing with the pride of his father.

It takes a morning on the silent Apollo cabin veranda for Nico to catch the difference.

It is a Sunday, and he's awake by force of habit. He's been out of his time-distant past longer than he's ever been in it, but ten years of waking up at the crack of dawn, or before in the winter months, to slide on a starchy shirt and squeeze into pinchy shoes he hated, dutifully if grumpily holding onto Mama's left hand and making faces at Bianca around the curve of the pews, has made its mark. He's yet to spend a single Sunday morning anything but groggy but conscious, glaring out the lone Cabin Thirteen window.

One morning, he catches movement across the common.

The way the cabins are set up puts Nico on a small hill. It's interesting, really, and Nico doubts it was on purpose -- what with the disastrous design of the cabin before Nico renovated it -- but nothing venerating Hades is ever looking down on anyone else. His father is quite pleased with it, he knows, and for it the cabin is always pleasantly warm, and smells slightly like turned dirt. Garden dirt, thankfully, not grave; Nico cannot be sure and will never ask but sometimes he suspects his stepmother might have something to do with it. Either way Nico has a clear view of the entire camp from end to end, including the line of cabins gently curving from his down to Zeus's. Three doors down, and smack at the crux of the curve, is Apollo's: in the warming, rising sun, the gilded walls glow, making the red cedar beams holding up the roof look warm and lively, like there's life still growing inside. On the rickety, camper-built porch sits Will, up earlier even than any of his siblings, curled up in the corner of a porch swing. He rocks it ever slightly with one bare foot.

Unthinkingly, Nico walks over to join him.

It's harpy time still, technically. They have reign until the sun is high and clear in the sky, even in the lazier winter months. They glare at him, now, some more restlessly than others, but they know better than to come at him. Nico's sword is dark and obvious from its spot at his side, hands twitching towards it. Besides that his death aura clears him for a solid radial mile.

Will smiles, when he sees him coming.

"Mornin', sunshine," he says, voice soft in the barely-daylight. He taps the cushion next to him. "Come sit?"

It's pleading, almost, Nico notices. Not will you come sit, or wanna come sit. But come sit, as in here is your spot. Come sit as in I want you to.

Nico flushes and joins him.

"Yer up early."

His accent is thicker this early in the morning. Nico almost wants to shiver when he hears it, words short and vowels long. He looks like it, too, eyes closed and face mirroring the sun, tipped up to meet it. Long limbs curled up but bent, like the awkward ends of a sweet-tea straw. He bleeds warmth, from the foot of space between them.

"Sunday," Nico admits, just as quiet. He watches as Will drags a hand through his messy hair, smile tugging at the dimpled corners of his mouth. "Habit, I suppose."

"Yeah? Were ya up with them church-goers, once 'pon a time?"

Nico nods, suddenly restless. He sits on his hands to keep them from reaching out, to keep them from brushing along the bob of Will's Adam's apple.

"My abuela -- my mama's gramma, that is -- was Catholic, too. Crack'a dawn every week."

"Oh."

Nico forgets Will has a mortal life, sometimes. He seems so cornerstone to camp, mentioned in passing in every other story, a part of the schedule from breakfast's daily mental health check-ins to sing-along at ten. Even the infirmary bears his name -- never you should probably head over to the infirmary, but go on and get Will. Nico tries to imagine him without the backdrop of the strawberries, or in the empty desert, and comes up blank.

"Y'seem surprised."

"I am, I guess."

"How come?" He cracks an eye open, grinning. "'M too much of a sinner for it?"

Nico snorts, thinking of the thundering of the Ares cabin last night, coming home after campfire -- where Will has been suspiciously and conspicuously absent for all but his little number at the end -- to each and every bunk and possession attached to the ceiling. As far as Nico is aware, they spent the night on the cement floor.

"Something like that, you menace."

Will smiles, a self-satisfied little thing, and settles back onto the cushions. He exhales as it rocks and all tension melts from his broad shoulders; his extended hand rests limp and tempting in the cushion between them and every cell in Nico's blood itches.

The run rises, slowly. It takes its time by the measured sound of Will's breathing, warming the cracking calluses of his bare heels to the wind-rustled hem of his shorts. With every inch of sunlight he gets brighter, and Nico gets warmer, and warmer, and warmer.

When more than half of it has pushed its way over the crest of the horizon, he shifts, stretching, turning to face Nico fully. He opens his mouth to say something or make a comment and Nico does not hear it, in fact his ears go long and ringing, because his --

His eyes.

For the first time that morning, he faces Nico head on, elbow off the curve of his forehead, blond eyelashes catching in the warm rays. For the first time that morning, eyes fully open, Nico can see -- not the languid spread of him, or the endless, summer-dark freckles, but the width of his irises, the shine of his pebble-sized pupil: in the bright, early-dawn morning, Will's eyes are endless.

Blue is no longer the right color for them. Desperately, Nico searches around the porch roof, above the chimney of the Big House, and there they are, reflected in infinity: Will's eye are every jealous painter's deepest desire, they are the exact makeup of the morning sky from the pale blue at the rounded top to the golden clouds reflecting the flares of the gentle yellow sun. There are even lines, cutting straight through, of pure, gentle gold; like the angular rays of Heaven looking kindly on the spinning Earth, so stretch the lines in Will's infinitely expanding irises. Layered in between the blue and the gold is the color Nico has never been able to name, the color like pillow softness, the color like soft hands on a fevered forehead, the color like coming in from the biting cold. The color like welcome on in and I got you, darlin'. The color like a long, easy inhale that sits soft and easy in your tired lungs.

"You're starin'," says Will, quietly.

Nico swallows. He doesn't even know what to think in response.

"Everythin' alright?"

Nico's hands twitch, again, and this time he doesn't have half to strength to stop them; unbidden they move slowly up the curve of Will's cheek, pinky lingering on the prominent tendons of his scarred neck. He rests his palms on the softness of his jaw and his thumbs on the dips under his eye, hands cupped like before the holy Eucharist. He waits, mouth dry, tongue poised in anticipation of the I believe.

"Your eyes," he breathes, finally. Its mirrored in the hitch of Will's chest. "My God above."

"Ain't nothin' special," Will argues, or tries to. Heat begins to bloom under the curl of Nico's palm, and Will's voice as gone reedy and thin. "I'm -- they're just blue, darlin', what have you --"

"They're not." Nico stops himself from becoming vehement, barely, but can't slow the firm shake of his head, the whip of his rapidly warming hair. "They're -- they're sky blue Will, gods." He tilts Will's head, slightly, and he goes, swallowing heavy. "This is the kind of thing artists dream about."

That makes Will blush, heavy and hard from the tips of his forehead to below the collar of his shirt. Nico smiles, fond, something heated along the bridge of his own nose, but he cannot help but notice that Will's eyes are still shifting, even as he narrows them, even as he cringes away from Nico's words; the golden along the bottoms spreads, now, past half his irises, like sunlight on shoreline.

"You're -- full'a somethin, di Angelo," he accuses, only his pretty voice cracks. "I dunno what's got you smoother than a polished river stone, but cut that right out, y'hear me?"

Or what, Nico wants to challenge. He is emboldened, now, by Will's embarrassment; as much as he squirms he does not move away. But as the sun crests higher and higher the gold begins to fade, irises smoothing bright and blue and reflective of the sky, still. Robin-egg pale at this exact moment. But familiar enough that Nico exhales, obedient, and drops his hands, scoots way.

"You got possessed," Will mumbles, still curled in on himself. But he smiles slightly to himself and Nico mirrors it, drinking in his shy, shocked pleasure. When he looks over and huffed there is a brazenness in his teeth, a sudden realization of what Nico has been seeing this whole time: he is pretty, and quite obviously so. Even in the neon of his Head Medic shirt. "Oddball."

Nico says nothing, knocking him gently across the shoulders. He settles back in the cushion right next to him, and together they rock, on the creaky old swing, watching lights flick on, shadows move across curtained windows.

Nico looks up into the brightening sky and finds it familiar.

[missadangel]

The Heart of Rome (Marcus Acacius x OC)

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X. The Conflict (+18, Smut, MDNI)

“non est vivere sed valere vita est.”

Life is more than just being alive.

The distance from the city to the port of Ostia was not great, but the ride was rather lengthy and tiring, even for a seasoned rider. Octavius was ever watchful, noting when you were faltering and offering you a respite. You declined, though your body was crying out for it. Your sole concern was to reach Marcus before it was too late. Fortunately, a little later, Octavius noticed a few tracks on the ground as you passed through the dark woods, slowed down and dismounted his horse. He crouched down and examined the tracks then looked at you.

"We should continue on foot from this point onwards, my lady."

"Are we close?" You looked around but there was nothing in sight.

"Indeed. We must proceed with caution and avoid attracting attention. We need to leave the horses here," he said, holding the reins of his horse as he approached you and extended his hand.

"Thank you sir but I can dismount myself." You said and got down from your horse, despite the soreness in your legs. It felt nice to be able to step on the ground again. Unio let out a soft neigh, as if she had read your thoughts. You stroked her face and, grasping her reins, walked in the direction Octavius had said. It was quite some distance from the road and not very visible. In this darkness of the night, it would have been difficult to see anything if not for the moonlight anyway.

Once you had tied your horses, you set off through the forest, guided by Octavius. You eventually reached a hill. It appeared to be a rather tranquil. The only sound that could be heard was the hooting of an owl.

“My lady, if I might ask you to consider promising me something,” Octavius said.

You raised your eyebrows. “What is it?”

"If we don't make it in time, you'll come back to the villa with me."

“No need to worry about that now, if we make it in time, Sir Octavius.”

He sighed. “I'm pretty sure Acacius will kill me this time,” he muttered.

You looked at him with a hint of guilt. “I'm sorry, but you're doing this for him, for your General, your friend.”

"I hope he's already taken care of him and I hope we've came here for nothing. I'd be really happy to be reprimanded and even punched by him."

You laughed nervously. "Would it offend you if I said I hope so too, sir?"

He grinned. "Never, my lady."

"You are a good friend, Octavius.

"Always at your service.”

You were startled by the sound of a horse neighing and immediately sought cover behind nearby bushes. You observed that three horses were tethered in the forest.

"That's Dromos," you realized.

"We must be close," Octavius said quietly.

You soon heard the sound of swords clashing in the distance and moved at a slow pace towards it. When you saw Marcus from behind, you were on the verge of running to him without thinking, but Octavius grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you back.

“We can't let them see us,” he said, warning you.

He led you to move out of sight to the left, where you hid in the bushes. You observed the situation at a distance and noticed that Marcus cut a soldier with his sword made him collapsed to the ground. However he was alone, probably having lost his men. Macrinus, on the other hand, was standing just behind the five soldiers.

“General, you must cease this nonsense. You'll get yourself killed.”

“Not before I take your life first!”

Your heart was racing with worry. Even for Marcus, who was one against five men, survival was a near impossibility. Octavius stepped in front of you as you stood up.

“My lady, please wait here, I will back him up," he whispered, his hand moving to his sword.

Just then, you heard horse hooves and three horsemen appeared, coming towards them from ahead. Macrinus let out a laugh. Octavius swallowed and looked at his General, unsure of what to do.

At the time you thought you had to stop it somehow, knowing the fact that Marcus won't stand much of a chance. It seemed that he had no intention of retreating though. Furthermore, he assumed a defensive stance, grasping his sword more firmly.

You reached out to grasp Octavius' arm as he began to step towards them.

"I must stop them."

Octavius opened his eyes wide. "But how, my lady? No, return to your horse now, and-"

"No, please hear me out. I don't believe Macrinus will harm me. And Marcus won't let him go no matter what. Besides even with your help, you can't beat all of them. This is the only way.”

Octavius seemed unsure. "What makes you so sure that he won't harm you?’

“Think about it. He has known me for quite some time.” You observed them from behind the bushes. It seemed as though Marcus was contemplating an attack. “If he wanted to kill me he would have done it when we were alone, but instead he made me appear before the council, why do you think?”

"To help you regain your title and gain formal recognition."

'Well, it wasn't out of the goodness of his heart, of course. I believe that when he ascends to the throne, he thinks it would be beneficial for him to have a strong consort that he values in his council." Your voice cracked.

Octavius clenched his jaw. “There is no stronger consort than a princess,” he muttered. Then opened his eyes wide. “If he kills the General-“ he swallowed, words caught in his throat.

“I won't let that happen. So step aside and let me stop them.”

Octavius nodded in despair. "If things don't go well, I'll be here to ensure your safety and that of the General. I'll do my utmost until my last breath.”

You nodded and took a deep breath, moving slowly through the bushes. Just then all five men and the others drew their swords making a schwing sound echoing through the woods.

"General, this is my final warning. It is not possible for you to survive this." Macrinus called out to him.

Marcus was aware that, regardless of his considerable strength as a warrior, it would be extremely challenging to fight against such a large number of soldiers. But retreat was not an option for him. He had to take Macrinus down and make sure his head was severed from his body, no matter what. If he could do that, he didn't mind facing his own death in the end. He was only afraid of being separated from you; he had no other fears at all. He was truly grateful for all those beautiful moments he shared with you. Getting ready for a confrontation, he pointed his sword at the soldier charging towards him. Just as he was about to attack, you suddenly jumped in between them, yelling.

“Stop!"

With determination, you swiftly drew your knife from its sheath on your ankle, holding it firmly in one hand as you prepared to execute your seemingly absurd plan. Marcus opened his eyes wide, looked at you in surprise, and then glanced around.

"Aurelia! What the hell are you doing here?" He yelled.

"My lady!" Macrinus was shocked too. Keeping his distance, moving towards you behind the soldiers, equally bewildered.

"End this, please." You said without looking at either of them.

"Go back, now!" Marcus shouted, knowing full well who had brought you here.

"I'm not going anywhere without you," you protested.

"I have to finish what I started. Now, go!” He hissed.

He brandished his sword at Macrinus's men once more, determined not to back down. You, however, had no intention of letting him get himself killed. With no other option, you put your knife against your neck. Marcus looked back at you, astounded. As your eyes met, Macrinus, as you had suspected, grew concerned and approached you.

“That knife looks pretty dangerous, my lady. I think you should give that to me.”

“Stay back!” You shouted at him, “Don't come any closer!”

“Are you mad? What do you think you're doing?” Marcus roared. He was boiling with anger.

"I'm a medicus, aren't I? I know exactly how and where I should cut to kill myself without suffering."

Marcus clenched his jaw.

"Do you wish to kill yourself, my lady?" Macrinus asked.

You looked at him, feeling the sharp surface of the knife, it made you tense but forced yourself to stay calm. Also, it seemed like a good opportunity to see if your theory was correct.

“You don't want me to die, do you, Sir Macrinus?’

He raised his hand as if he wants to stop you. “No, of course not, my lady. Please put that knife down.” He looked at Marcus. “Acacius, I think we're done here.”

Marcus looked at him with a piercing gaze. “This isn't over, Macrinus.”

He laughed, then his gaze hardened as he looked at him. “You'd better be on the right side when the inevitable happens, General, if you care enough for your wife.”

“If not today, rest assured that I will end you.” Marcus growled.

“It would only be to your detriment,” he said, his eyes shifting to you before he nodded and turned. He tapped one of his soldiers on the shoulder. “Sheath your swords! We're heading for the harbour!” He jumped on his horse and the soldiers followed him behind.

Marcus turned his head towards you and came up to you angrily, snatching your knife and pulling so hard that you stumbled towards him.

"Why did you come here? How dare you hold a knife to your throat?" he barked. His voice was loud enough to make you startle. "I didn't give you this to cut yourself! Don't you value your own life at all?"

"You're the one who doesn't value your own life!" You shouted back. Marcus frowned. "What's the matter with you? Do you think it's worth risking your life trying to kill him? You know how it feels when you lose someone you care about. How can you be so selfish? Have you ever thought about what I'd do if you died? You're so mean.”

As your tears rolled down your cheeks, Marcus' expression softened. He approached you, took your face in his hands and gently wiped your tears away with his thumbs. His dark brown eyes spoke volumes, but he was so angry that he remained silent. After staring at you for a while, he pulled his hands back and looked towards the bushes.

"Octavius! I know you're in there, get over here now!"

The bushes rustled and crunched loudly. As soon as Octavius set foot on the dirt road, you noticed the tension on his face despite the darkness. He came up to you and bowed his head to the General. Marcus gripped him by his leather armour in his fist and pulled roughly.

“Since when have you begun to disobey my orders?”

“Forgive me, sir. I was wrong.”

“I forced him, Marcus,” you interjected.

He ignored you. “I told you to protect her, you shouldn't have cared about what she said to you. You should have stopped her, Even if it meant locking her up or tying her up, it would have been better to do so.”

You laughed hysterically. “You can't be serious.”

He turned towards you. “I'm quite serious, my lady. Instead of risking your life in such a ridiculous way, you would be safe."

You rolled your eyes. "I wasn't really intending to kill myself. I just wanted to be sure of Macrinus' intentions, but you were so determined to sacrifice yourself without listening to me, so I didn't know what else I could do.”

“We'll talk about it when we return home,” he said, pointing his index finger at you. Then he turned and approached his soldiers lying lifeless on the ground, sorrow evident in his eyes. “Octavius, make sure the funeral rituals for our brothers shall be arranged.”

“Yes, sir.” He approached him, kneeling next to a soldier and closing his eyelids.

From a distance, you watched them and found yourself blaming yourself. Perhaps if you had arrived sooner, you could have played a role in saving their lives. Or, if you had come later, Marcus might have faced a similar fate. You shook your head and tried to put these thoughts out of your mind.

While Octavius tended to the deceased soldiers, you and Marcus returned to the villa on horseback. It was just after midnight. The vast majority of the villa's residents were awake and gathered in the courtyard, awaiting your return. Marcus remained silent all the way back, likely still enraged at you. You were no different. It was torture to think that you had nearly lost him because of Macrinus.

Cato respectfully took hold of the reins of Marcus' horse as he jumped down. You dismounted too, noting that your legs felt a little sore from the long ride. As soon as you landed on the ground, you felt a momentary loss of balance, but Marcus' arm caught you. You smiled at him. Even though he was angry; he was still there to protect you. However, he did not smile back. Instead, he took hold of your wrist and pulled you towards the courtyard.  Furthermore, he was not as gentle as he usually was. He did not care when you moaned from the pain in your wrist. He took a quick glance at everyone in the courtyard who greeted you and pulled you towards the stairs. When you turned your head, you saw their faces. They seemed grateful for the safe return of their Dominus, but perhaps a little worried about you. At least, that was your interpretation, because you knew you were in trouble.

He shut the door behind you. You were glad when he released your wrist, as it started to throb. You knew it would be bruised by the next day. Marcus put his holster away while you rubbed your wrist with your other hand. You went over to help him remove his armour. He was aware of your intentions and leaned against the edge of his desk with his arms folded. There was blood splattered on the Medusa's face and on the leather strips of the armour. You gave Marcus a direct look as you undid the armour's threads. He was still frowning and staring ahead. He still seemed to refuse to look at you as you undid the other side.

“You know you're not the only one who's angry, right?”

He then turned his head to you as your fingers unraveled the threads a little harder.

“You can't be any angrier than I am.” He took off his armour.

You crossed your arms, “Why not, I can be just as angry as you.” You lifted your head and looked away stubbornly.

Marcus was trying not to laugh at your behaviour. He pressed his lips together and cleared his throat.

“No way, princess. I'm more than angry; I'm fuming!”

You looked at him as he walked towards you. His gaze certainly showed his anger, but when you noticed the hint of mischief at the corner of his lips, you decided to continue playing this game. He was removing his armbands.

“Fuming? Hah! I'm furious!” you shouted sarcastically.

He threw the armbands on the floor and came right in front of you. This time his gaze was intense.

“I'm filled with wrath!” he growled.

You involuntarily took a step backwards. “So?” 

He appeared to be relishing the opportunity to engage in this somewhat heated, sexual tension-filled game, as he took a few steps towards you.

Suddenly, your back slammed on the wall. He lifted your wrists above your head and leaned in.

"I think you deserve some punishment," he murmured, his breath caressing your ears and causing your body to shudder. He pressed his pelvis against yours and his lips found the vein on your neck. He sucked and nibbled at it, sending a tingling sensation throughout your body. His lips trailed from your neck to your chin, and you found yourself longing to touch them.

You took a sharp intake of breath. He teased your lips with a slight touch before retreating. You leaned forward, aiming for his lips, but you failed. He smirked. His right hand roughly removes your cloak and undresses you, while his left hand keeps a strong hold on your wrists. Your dress fell to the floor, pooling around your feet as the hem caught on the scabbard tied around your ankle. Marcus bent down, untied it and pulled it off. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the legs and threw you over his shoulder. Before you could blink, you were on the bed, gasping for breath. Your stomach tightened with excitement when he emerged from above you.

But he still hadn't taken off his tunic, you thought angrily.

It seemed a bit unfair that you were the only one who was naked. He pushed you back gently when you reached towards him. "Not yet, princess." His hot breath hit your breasts, making you squirm. You were infuriated when he roughly spread your legs with the palm of his hand. Was he going to enter you before your lips met and traveled over each other's body, before his hands caressed your breasts? That's what he called punishment?

You bit your lower lip as you felt his strong fingers on your most sensitive spot. But his fingers lingered, moving in circles. You wanted to sit up and look at him, but he pushed you backwards with his other hand. After teasing your clit with his fingers, which made you clench the sheet, he grabbed your hips and buried his head between your legs. He deliberately blows into your folds, making pleasure run through your body. His erection sears your skin, making you aware that he's getting pleasure from driving you mad with his mouth. He flips his tongue and sucks your most sensitive area hungrily, relentlessly. You moan loudly and your response encourages him to increase the pressure. He is an expert in the art of pleasure giving and he uses you as skilfully as he uses his sword.

“Marcus,” you groaned, you're almost sure that your voice echoing in every corner of the villa. Feeling almost at the edge. You feel him smiling as he moves his lips and touches your body with his warm tongue and fingers. But he retreats suddenly. You moan in protest. You open your eyes to look at him. Panting. You feel a surge of disappointment and a distinct sense of being used. But he laughs cruelly. He wipes your sweet liquid from his lips with his thumb, then licks and sucks the tip, smiling crookedly all the while.

You frown. “So that was your punishment?”

“I was actually going to do more, but…" He quickly takes off his tunic, throwing it on the floor. “I missed you so much and I want you so badly right now.”

“Take me then.” You smiled naughtily.

He smiles back and grabs your arm, using his soldier strength, he turns you and bends you over until you're crouching on your knees. One of his hands is still holding yours behind your back, and the other keeps your torso down so your breasts press against the silk sheet. You wriggle, and his grip tightens. Gods! You haven’t ever felt so helpless. Used like a toy. He keeps teasing your lower wet lips with the tip of his erection. His voice is husky, sensual. “How will I take you, my sweet princess?”

He digs his fingers deep into the cheeks of your butt. This position feels raw, animalistic but pleasantly erotic at the same time. “Shall I take you this way?” he asks without stopping his hungry attack. His warm breath, and beard tickles your ear, and waves of hot pleasure wash through your skin. As though your body is a toy, he forcibly turns you again, and now your under him once more. One hand holds you immobile by your throat. The other grabs your hip. "Or this way?" he says as his now-soaked tip presses against your entrance, bringing shudders and ecstasy into your squirming body. You moan loudly, pressing his lips to yours roughly, silencing you.

He’s taken full control of your body and won’t share it with you. He’ll take you in any way he wants. And, yet, because your body is yearning for him, you can’t bring yourself to ask him to stop, this was a huge turn-on for you. "Marcus," you whimpered. "Please, I want to be yours. Take me now. Pretty, pretty, please." You begged.

He smiled and let you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you. He was as impatient as you were, but he was determined to keep this fun and heated game going. He was having fun rubbing his lips against yours and making you whimper a little more. For him, there was no comparison to watching you squirm to be his.  But he couldn't wait to be inside you, and when he finally pushed his length inside your walls, entered you roughly, your body trembled with pleasure. You felt euphoric when his mouth finally met yours. You enjoy him kissing you with incredible hunger until you forget to breathe. With each rough thrust, you instinctively dug your fingers into his back which made him lose it, deepening the kiss, turning it into a carnal mating of mouths. He bit your lower lip, and you moaned with both pain and pleasure. He released his bruising grip, the hard press of his lips, and rolled onto his back, taking you with him. He seems a little worried, but when you giggle at him, he grins and buries his head between your breasts, licking your sternum all the way to your neck. He grabs you by the waist and spins you around, your back hitting his chest. He kisses your shoulder, nuzzles his nose into your hair and finds your ear.

“I want to take you this way.” His hot breath hits your ear as he caresses his way up your neck, making you shiver.

He practically has to arrange your limbs himself as he folds you forward onto your hands and knees and settles behind you. He wrapped his arms around your torso, entering you from behind, and you moved together, as one, never once breaking your intimate connection. When he increased his rhythm, one hand gathered your hair on one side of your neck. His lips traveled from your neck to your exposed shoulder, while his other hand wrapped around your waist. This position made you feel his length much deeper inside you. Your mewl-like moans were added to his and harmonized with the slick sound of each thrust. it sounded like your own special music. Marcus' hands slid under your arms to your breasts and cupped them. You threw your head back in pleasure, bumping into his shoulder as he kissed your neck repeatedly. With his forehead and brows covered in sweat, he sensed that the end was near and his hands gripped your hips tightly, deepening his thrusts and reaching his climax at the same time as you. You instinctively leaned forward as he filled you with his warm liquid, but he caught you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. He groaned loudly and his hot breath washed over your ear. You felt his nose on your cheekbone. His hand cupped your chin, turned your face to his and kissed you passionately. As you wrapped your arms around his neck and turned towards him, he pulled out of you and pressed his forehead to yours, both of you panting. Your eyes were closed, savouring the moment as the sweat mingled on your forehead and ran down your cheeks. You opened your eyes as Marcus placed a kiss on the tip of your nose.

He brushed back a few strands of hair that stuck to your forehead, also caught in your eyelashes. You looked into his eyes and looked at him.You spoke with your eyes for a while, then he frowned. He took your face in his hands, his expression serious. You were unaware that you were crying until his thumbs wiped away your tears from your cheeks. He bent his head and kissed your eyelids and long eyelashes. You nuzzled your head into his neck and he wrapped his arms around you. You couldn't stop your sobs and tears. All the emotions you felt seemed to take over your body at once.

His fingers ran through your hair. “My love. From now on, I won't risk my life easily,” he said in a velvety tone. “So please don't cry.”

You nodded and sniffled. Marcus kissed the top of your head and pulled you down with him onto the bed. You snuggled into his chest, realising how much you missed him even though it had only been a few days. It was late at night and the only sound in the room was the two of you breathing.

“I guess this has become a habit for me,” Marcus broke the silence.

You raised your head and looked at him. You ran your eyes over the sparse beard on his chin, greying in places.

"I've always lived my life like this, always fighting, battling, killing. It's the easiest thing I can do." His fingers traced the curve of your spine. “I was never afraid, not of death, not of losing. I just fought. It was easy because I had nothing to lose. That night, when I was poisoned, I knew it was time for my eternal rest. I felt relieved, not afraid, but ready.”

You swallowed, thinking about that night for the first time in a long while.

"But then I saw those eyes and they gave me the purpose to carry on living." He tenderly touched your cheek with the back of his hand. You raised your head to meet his gaze. He was already looking at you.

“Now I have a responsibility,” he smiled. “My weakness.” He bent his head and stroked yours with his nose. “A beautiful reason for me to die for.” His lips ran through your forehead. "Dying for Rome is easy, simple. But for you, my lady, it's hard, painful. The thought of never seeing you again.” He exhaled deeply. “It puts me in agony.” He frowned. “Just when I saw you put that knife to your neck so recklessly. It was painful too. I'm still angry with you for that.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow to look at him. "I feel the same way, Marcus. I can't even begin to tell you how much it hurts me to think of losing you. I couldn't sit idly by while you risk your life. I'd never be able to bear to lose you." Even the thought of it made you shudder.

He sighed and turned his head towards you. “You won't lose me. There is nothing more important to me in this life than you. How whole and at peace I feel when I hold you in my arms when I'm deep inside you. The reason is you, princess. The reason I wake up every morning with a smile. The reason I am eager to return home from my duties. To you. So I don't want you to do one more thing to put yourself in danger.”

You kissed his chest. You wanted to say more but his words were so beautiful, you couldn't object. You felt tired from the horse journey so you snuggled closer to him. Before he wrapped his arm around you, he covered you both with the sheet. You were finally about to get the peaceful sleep you had been longing for for days. In his arms.

When you woke up in the morning, the sun was high in the sky, but it wasn't its light that woke you up. Instead, it was the gentle caresses you felt on your legs that roused you. Your hand moved to the side of the bed to feel the sheets, but Marcus wasn't there. You opened your eyes when the caresses on your legs were replaced by nibbles. Was he under the sheet? Your eyes opened wide when you saw Marcus's face, smirking at you from between your legs.

“Morning, princess.” His boyish and mischievous grin spread all over his face. “May I?”

“What are you- Ow!” You gasped when you felt his tongue on your most sensitive area.

Expertly, he was licking, biting, sucking, giving you incredible pleasure this early in the morning. You had now discovered all the men inside his enormous body. The honourable man, the dominant leader, the fearless warrior, the poet, the loving husband, the romantic gentleman, the expert lover full of lust, the child inside the fourth year old man.

You smiled when the lustful expert lover has taken you to the sky full of pleasure. It's empowering to know that it was you who drove a powerful, dominating, strong beast like him mad. As you descend from the sky, he settles on top of you, placing kisses from your legs to your belly and then to your breasts and chin. He kisses your eyelids and asks you to look at him without telling you. Now that you know him so well, you immediately obey. Since you are already so ready for him, he enters you easily. He wraps his arms around you, you throw your hands back and clench the sheets. Your body curves backwards and he speeds up his thrusts. You try to suppress the urge to close your eyes tightly. He realises and finds a new solution for you and presses his forehead to yours. You smile when your eyelashes touch. But then, when he gets closer to the edge, also gets deeper into you and increases the pace tremendously, he buries his head in your collarbone. You wrap your arms tightly around his neck. And once again, you ascend to the sky. This time, you feel immense pleasure. You feel a few bites on your neck. You look at him, your eyes alight with wonder, and marvel at the beauty of the man that is coming undone inside you. He tightens his arms around your waist and moans as he reaches his climax. His body collapses on top of yours, his arms loosening. It's so beautiful to watch him as you feel his heated breath on your neck. To feel his heart thudding violently against his chest, the way your bodies connected. You both savour the glorious, euphoric feeling of being in love. Your breathing returns to ease, you feel him soften inside you and he lies down beside you, pulling you into his arms.

"Do you have any duties today?" you ask as you run your fingers over his chest.

"Yes, first I have to meet with my legates, then I have to go to the barracks. I believe there may be someone spying for Macrinus. It would be beneficial to find him before he returns to Rome."

"Didn't you say you'd already found him?"

"No, he was Julia's." His voice was sharp. You were sure he killed him. It must have been very hard for him though, a soldier from his own troops spying for someone else. After a moment or two of silence, you asked him to change the subject.

"Am I forgiven?"

“I’m thinking about it.”

You sat up in bed, intending to study his face, but suddenly a feeling of nausea hit you and you fell back. Your neck hit his shoulder.

“Oh…" You put your hand to your head. Your vision was blurred, closed your eyelids.

“My love. Are you alright?" There was concern in his voice. He sat up in bed and wrapped his arms around you.

You opened your eyes and smiled at his worried face. “My head is spinning a bit.”

“It's almost noon. You've been sleeping for a while.”

“Noon?" You hadn't realised it had been that long. You were usually up early, woken by the rooster. Perhaps it was because you hadn't slept well for a few days without him.  Maybe it was because you hadn't slept properly in his absence for days. "But did you wake up first and await me?"

"That is correct, but then I became somewhat impatient if you remember." he winked.

You smiled shyly. He graciously kissed the top of your head. “My lady, I believe that you may be hungry, are you not?"

You yawned and nodded. “Indeed I am. I must admit that I am rather famished after my longest horse journey.”

He laughed. "I'll tell them to prepare a lunch for us. I must then take my leave.”

Once Marcus had departed from the villa, you wanted to check on the girls. Norell and Decima were sitting together in the courtyard, weaving rugs. You stood nearby, observing them. Decima was from Egypt, so she was used to weaving and her hands were moving with practiced ease. She mentioned about it before.

"My lady, would you care to try?" Decima asked.

"It looks very intricate," you hesitated.

Tullia came into the courtyard with a laundry basket. She made a slight gesture of respect with her head as she caught sight of you. You observed that she was walking with a slight limp. She seemed to be in pain.

“Tullia, your leg seems to be bothering you."

She put the basket down and let out a sigh. “My knees, my lady. I guess it's because I'm too old now.”

"Let me take a look," you said gently, walking over to her. Despite her objection, you helped her sit down in the chair and examined her knees. Given her late fifties age, you diagnosed her with rheumatism, given her late fifties age.

"I think I know what will be good for you," you said, walking to your private clinic-like room. Tullia's eyes widened when you returned with the hemlock jar.

“Isn't this herb poisonous?”

You smiled. “Yes, and potentially deadly.” You teased her.

“Gods, my lady, please forgive me if I've made a mistake.” She placed her hand on her chest.

“Please calm yourself, Tullia. It is indeed a very poisonous plant. However, it is also very useful to the body. I'll make you a tea of this, you drink it every other day, understood?’"

She was still looking at you weirdly.

You laughed. “You do trust me, do you not?”

She nodded.  "I am grateful to you, my lady, for ensuring General's safe return to his home. So, I have great trust in you.”

You smiled. ”I imagine you must have known him for quite some time.”

"That's correct. I've been fortunate to reside in this villa for as long as I can remember."

"I see. Then you knew Marcus's father, the Dominus'?"

"Yes, my lady.”

She had been with him for many years, residing in this villa. She had likely witnessed his childhood, his youth, his unhappy marriage, everything. You felt a bit envious of her, as though she knew more about him than you know about Marcus. But you were also grateful for her loyalty over the years.

“It's the first time I've seen him alive,” she said, surprising you.

“How do you mean?” You demanded.

"Dominus. He would prefer us not to call him that, not after his father. I must say that after you came into his life, I felt like I didn't know him.  He was rather solemn, and it was rare to see him smile. But now I see that he's really alive. It's so pleasant to see him like that. I'm really grateful for that, my lady."

You put a hand on her shoulder. "And I'm grateful that you have cared for him over the years, that you have served him, that you have looked after him."

She put her hand on yours. "It is my duty," she said, smiling softly.

“Domina!"

You both turned your heads to the slave who came running towards you.

“My Lady, the Imperial guard has arrived.”

You inhaled. "Am I being summoned?"

The slave looked at you with hesitation and bowed his head, which meant affirmative. Decima came to stand beside you. "Shall I come with you?"

You grasped her hand. “Yes, please.”

It was your brother Geta who summoned you this time. You weren't particularly curious, but you felt it would be a good idea to pay him a visit. You couldn't help but feel a little concerned about him, though. Besides, it seemed like a good idea to stop by the poorhouse on the way back. You were keen to find out how the children are doing, since you missed them. By the time the imperial carriage arrived at Palatine Hill, it was already late afternoon. You came to realise that you didn't miss wearing stola much since it was difficult to get used to the feeling of being tangled in their feet. And the knife Marcus gave you wasn't helping at all. It seemed a little odd to wear it on your ankle when you couldn't actually use it properly, but you had promised him after all. Geta was waiting for you in the great courtyard. When he realised you, he came running to you with a wide smile, his arms outstretched.

"Aurelia, you've been missed, sister!" He embraced you. You flinch every time he does this, but he deliberately ignores it.

"I'm really curious to know why you called me here."

"Come, let's talk while we drink. Shall we?" He led you to an armchair in the courtyard. You sat down next to him, and adjusted your dress to cover the knife on your leg.

"Wine," Geta ordered the slaves.

One of the slaves poured you a glass of wine. Decima was standing right next to you.

"So, you ordered the guards to send food to the Poorhouse," Geta said, taking a sip of his wine.

You brought your glass to your lips, but the smell was unappealing, so you put it on the table, and pushed it forward with your fingers.

"I did. Or, are you angry with me for this?"

Geta laughed. "I can't possibly be angry with you. However, I believe this is an unnecessary expense."

You glared at him. "Surely it's not as unnecessary as a tiger?"

"At least the tiger entertains us, sister. What is so interesting about those people? Nothing. I have not yet informed Caracalla of this, so you'd better end it before he becomes aware of it."

You leaned towards him. "You are not fully aware of the gravity of the situation, so you speak with undue levity. Would you be willing to abandon those children to their fate?”

He exhaled loudly. He pretended not to care, but he was thinking.

"If you'd like, I can show you. Caracalla doesn't need to know. Trust me, it's a lot cheaper than what you spend on other unnecessary things.”

"No way I'm going there!"

You sighed and stood up. "You do as you wish," you said, with a hint of sarcasm. "I was just considering paying a visit there." You glanced at him, took a step forward. He stood up too, grabbing your arm from behind.

"You've only just arrived, stay a little longer." He sounded like he was begging. He was looking at you in a strange way, you averted your gaze.

"I'm a married woman, I have responsibilities. And those children are one of them." You looked at him again. "As Emperor, you have responsibilities as well. They are your people too. You could come with me and see for yourself. If you are not convinced, I will not bring it up again. I promise."

He thought for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, you win. I'm coming with you.”

He stepped towards to the entrance, but you stopped him by tugging on his arm. "Perhaps you might like to consider changing your attire?" You asked, running your eyes over his fancy toga.

"What's in my attire?" He looked down at himself.

"Well. Your bronze crown, your gold embroidered toga, your gold bracelets, necklaces, and rings, need I say more?’

"Or do you want me to dress like a commoner? Never!" He frowned.

You rolled your eyes at him. It was futile to try to persuade this stubborn boy. So, you gave up. "Very well, as you wish, Your Majesty.”

His frown vanished and he smirked.

As you made your way across the courtyard towards the gate, you became aware of a few murmurs and turned your head in that direction. A group of people were heading into the great hall. Their attire differed from that of the members of the Senate.

"I had completely forgotten they were coming today," he said.

'Is there an official meeting with Caracalla?'

“Our relatives,” he murmured.

You regarded him with a look of surprise. “You were correct in your assumption,” he said, observing them from a distance. “The execution of Gaius has caused some distress within the dynasty in Leptis Magna. They have come here to speak with the emperor.”

"And what about you? You are the emperor as well."

He shrugged slightly. "It doesn't matter. I'm sure he will make a decision similar to the one I would have made."

"Which is...?"

Geta's face suddenly became serious. Without answering, he pulled you towards the gates roughly. But you clearly heard the sounds of screaming and shouting coming from the hall. You felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Did he murder them?” Your voice cracked.

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you into the carriage. "They killed themselves at the very moment they set foot in Rome, Aurelia.”

It seemed that Decima was attempting to sit next to you, but he indicated the seat opposite. He then sat right next to you. You couldn't focus on them staring at each other, the screams still echoing in your ears, and continued to torture you all the way. All this brutality felt so wrong.

When you arrived at the Poorhouse, the children noticed you and ran towards you with huge, beaming smiles on their faces, gathering around you with cheerful laughter.

“Princess Aurelia!”

You smiled at them. They then looked curiously at your emperor brother, who was standing behind you. The guards approached Geta, looking a little wary. Geta covered his nose with his hand. With a somewhat displeased expression on his face he extended his arm towards them as if warning them.

“Don't you dare come near me!” He yelled.

“They're just children,” you muttered.

“But, they're filthy,” he grimaced.

You rolled your eyes and went over to the boy you had met earlier. It seemed that the mother and baby were doing better. You asked Decima to bring your bag and, as Medicus, you examined the woman and her breast milk, which was now coming in. Geta observed you as you treated a few wounded and sick people. He maintained his distance, of course. Since these people had only seen his face from a great distance before, their jaws were dropped open when he appeared before them in all his majesty.

The provisions have been brought as you requested. But it didn't seem to be enough to feed these people, yet they were happy and grateful.

"I should also provide some new clothes for them," you said, approaching Geta.

He folded his arms and looked them up and down. His expression had become somewhat more gentle, as though he was lost in thought. He seemed to be deeply affected by the unfortunate situation he had witnessed.

"You were right after all," he murmured. "They really do look rather poorly."

You looked at him. "Your Majesty, you have decided to extend a helping hand to these people?"

He locked eyes with you for a moment, his expression hard to decipher, but he seemed happy. Then he cleared his throat. "I would never allow them to pollute the streets of Rome." He turned to one of the guards. "Do as Princess Aurelia says. Make sure you provide what is needed here. And if you dare to speak to my brother about this, I will have your tongue cut out myself.”

The guard bowed his head. “Yes, Your Highness.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you, brother. I believe there may be some good in you after all."

He frowned. "I'm not sure if that's meant as an insult or a compliment."

“Perhaps both.” You stuck your tongue out at him and laughed. You were just trying to make him laugh and your intentions were innocent. But he wasn't laughing. In fact, he was looking at you seriously in a way you'd never seen him before.

"Don't laugh at me like that." His voice was sharper than his gaze. “As if you don't belong to someone else.”

You swallowed, his eyes looking at you with a dangerous intensity. You averted your eyes.

“My lady,” Decima came to your side. She was holding a bowl, without even turning your head, you could smell what was in it. The smell of meat was intense. You felt like your stomach was cramping.

“Hot, freshly prepared food has arrived, the children are eating. Would you like to have some too?”

Instinctively you covered your nose with your hand. "No, Decima, could you keep that bowl away from me?"

"Ah, it seems we have some things in common after all. I think it looks disgusting too." Geta said with a displeased expression. "Well, I think I've seen enough, I want to leave now." He turned towards the carriage.

He raised his hand and beckoning you to join him. As it was nearing dusk, you were keen to return home, so you nodded in agreement. However, as you began to walk towards him, your vision blurred, and your feet betrayed you, causing you to collapse on the ground. When your cheek touched the cold cobblestone, you felt a severe headache. Then everything went black. The last thing you remember was Decima and Geta's concerned voices mixed together with the voices of children.

You felt slight shaking of your body, which prompted you to wake up. Your headache was still present, opened your eyes slowly. The first thing you saw were the golden curtains glimmering by moonlight, which entered through the long window. Next to the window was an armchair with golden details. It seemed as though everything in the room had a golden hue. You realized that you had been in this room before. You were beginning to regain consciousness. You then sat up.

"Sister, I hope you are feeling a little better?"

You opened your eyes wide and looked at Geta, who was lying next to you. On the bed. His bed. You let out a scream in shock. He flinched.

"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?” You quickly checked yourself over. Your clothes had been took off, and you were wearing a white, almost see-through tunic that didn't just belong to you. “What happened to my clothes?” You yelled.

Geta covered his ears with his hands. “Ugh! Could you please stop screaming? You're hurting my ears!”

“What have you done to me?”

He laughed loudly and hysterically. "Apart from making you clean up and bring it to my room? What was I supposed to do? You collapsed on that awful, stinking street. Should I have let you stay in your filthy clothes? It was gross, so I had them thrown away."

The slaves must have dressed you, at least that was a relief. But you were still very angry that you had been put in this embarrassing situation. You realised that his eyes were roaming over you. You grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to your neck, covering your body.

“Get me some decent clothes now!” Your voice was slightly trembling with anxiety.

Geta raised his eyebrows, he pointed his index finger at himself. “Did you actually say that to me? You have no manners at all. You don't know how to talk to an emperor.” He teased.

You moaned in response, placed your head in your hands and rested on your knees.

“Please, call Decima over here.”

"I want to know why you fainted. Tell me, are you sick?"

He touched your shoulder, you pulled yourself back and got out of bed. It is almost nighttime now. The mere thought of Marcus coming to Domus Severiana and seeing you like this made you shiver.

"Girl!" Geta yelled towards the door.

Decima and Geta's slave entered the room together, both looking at you with concern.

"Make sure you dress the princess properly. Otherwise she'll be torturing my ears with her squeaky voice all night." He said, squinting at you.

You ignored him. When the girl left the room to bring you a stola, Decima came over and held your hands.

"Are you alright? You frightened me.”

"I'm fine, but we should return to the villa now."

‘"Indeed, you've been unconscious for a while, it's almost midnight."

"Midnight?" You bit your lip.

Now that was something to worry about. You were sure Marcus would be here soon. Luckily the slave girl came with a stola and began to dress you. You heard footsteps and then a knock on the door.

Geta was still sitting on the bed, wine in his hand. With his permission, a slave boy who came in looked scared. “Your Highness, my lady. General Acacius-“

“Aurelia!”

Marcus's booming voice made you feel like you were on the verge of fainting again.

Geta grinned. "This is going to be fun."

You warned him as he was leaving the room. "Please don't say anything ridiculous to him.”

He shrugged. With your heart beating like it was going to burst out of your chest, you urged the girls to hurry up. Geta left the room. You tensed up even more when you heard him calling his name. Finally, the girls finished dressing you as quickly as they could, and you left the room, heading for the stairs with Decima who was trying to catch up with you. As you descended the stairs, you saw him and locked eyes with Marcus. He observed you with a keen gaze. You bit your bottom lip. He then looked at the stairs that belonged to Geta's chamber, then at Geta himself. Suddenly he grabbed Geta's collar with his fists, causing everyone to become tense.

"Have you gone mad Acacius? What do you think you're doing?” Geta barked.

“Marcus!” You ran towards them.

The guards drew their swords.

“What have you done to my wife?” He roared.

“Get your hands off me now!” Geta warned.

“Marcus, please, it's not what you think.” You grabbed his big hands and tried to pull them away from your brother's collar, but it was like moving a marble statue.

“You don't seem to be taking good care of your wife like you promised.”

Marcus tightened his grip and shook him angrily. “What are you saying?”

The guards approached the two of them, their swords pointed at Marcus.

“General Acacius, I warn you.” One of the guards said.

Marcus ignored him, his dark eyes locked on Geta’s.

“Your wife fainted in the middle of the street. I wonder if you were aware that she's been sick.’’

Marcus then withdrew his hands, released him. You exhaled in relief. Geta ordered the guards to put their swords away.

Marcus stepped towards you. "Is that true?" He sounded concerned, touching your face with his hands.

You grasped his hand. "I felt unwell for a moment, but I'm fine now."

Marcus observed your face a little more. Then put his arm around you and glared at Geta. "We shall take our leave now."

Geta shouted behind you two. "You're not even going to ask for my forgiveness, Acacius?"

Marcus answered without looking at him. "With all my heart, no."

You turned your head and looked over your shoulder at Geta. He looked angry and annoyed. You gave him a faint smile.

"Your Highness, shall we stop him?" One of the guards gripped his sword once more.

"Just give us the order, Your Highness."

"Shut the hell up! Leave me alone, all of you! Get out of my sight!" He shouted at them and walked towards his chamber. Caracalla watched the whole thing from a distance, he was looking at his brother coming up.

"You're so pathetic." Caracalla chastised.

"Don't you start!" Geta barked at him, walked towards his room, and slammed the door.

It was well after midnight by the time you arrived back at the villa. Marcus still seemed a little tense, which made you wonder what he was thinking. He was looking at your ankle as you walked to your room. He stopped in front of the door.

“I do not see your knife.”

You looked at him, you had no clue.

“Here, sir,” Decima said. She came up the stairs and stood beside you. She was holding your scabbard in her hand. She handed it to you. “After you fainted-“ She avoided Marcus's stern gaze, turning her eyes to you. “I'm the one who dressed you so I kept this.”

“Thank you, Decima.”

She smiled. “If you'll excuse me, sir, my lady,” she bowed and turned to head for the stairs.

Marcus closed the door behind you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and guided you to sit on the bed, then sat down next to you.

"My love. Are you sure you're feeling well?" His hands touching all over your face.

How can I possibly feel bad when you touch me like this? You thought.

"I suppose I do not need to bring a Medicus for you?” He smirked. “So, what is your diagnosis, lady medicus?”

You smiled. “Hmm, I think I became a little nervous when I-“ You swallowed.

“Continue, please.”

"Caracalla. He had our relatives from Leptis Magna killed. I didn't see them, but I heard them…”

Marcus frowned, clenched his hand into a fist and pressed it to his forehead. He then closed his eyes. “That scum. He must be out of his mind for sure.”

You put your hand on his shoulder. "How do you mean?”

He then stood up. You went over him, untying the strings of his armour.

"Macrinus. He has a majority in the Senate. He managed to eliminate Gaius and his supporters. Caracalla is his instrument. It is likely that he will announce him Commander of the Praetorian (Imperial) Guards imminently. I should have killed him last night." He banged his fist on his desk, almost startling you.

You took a deep breath. “Then why did he go to Libya?” You helped him take off his armour.

"I believe there is a possibility that he is raising his own army. I haven't heard from the legions in that area for some time now."

"His own army?" You shocked. You hadn't realised how serious things were.

"If my suspicions are correct, yes. He also would want to incorporate the southern legions into his own as well."

"Your legions?"

“I'm afraid so.” He turned his head towards you. "I may have to go there soon."

You cringed and your chest hurt. You weren't expecting this at all.

Marcus realised the look on your face and put his arms around you. "I'll have to kill him sooner or later. And them too." His voice was sharp.

Surely you were aware of whom he was referring to.

“I will not waste another generation of young men on their arrogance and vanity. I will not allow Macrinus to use your brothers' trust and start a civil war that will harm Rome.”

“Caracalla, yes, but maybe Geta-“ the words seemed to stick in your throat.

"Are you defending him to me?"

"Absolutely not." You shook your head. "I was just thinking he might make a good emperor.”

"Please Aurelia. I assume you're not meant seriously.”

"He's not like Caracalla. I believe you are aware of that. I don't think you are truly inclined to kill him."

"I was considering it. When I saw you coming out of his chamber..." He pursed his lips, trying to be calm.

You tensed as you remembered that moment. "I'm truly sorry about that." You bowed your head. Marcus placed his hand under your chin and gently lifted your face to look at your eyes.

"He didn't touch you, did he?" His brown eyes were almost black.

"No, Marcus. Of course not."

He grabbed your face in his big hands, pulled you towards him, you stumbled with the sudden rush of his. "I am the only one who can touch you. You are my Aurelia. Mine."

"I am indeed, Marcus.”

"Say it," he demanded. "Say that you're mine. I want to hear it from your lips."

"I am yours." You said softly.

He smirked and bent his head, kissing you roughly almost forcefully. His skillful hands were not gentle while undressing you in a hurry. When you were completely naked, he scooped you up and put you on the bed. In the blink of an eye he was on top of you and then inside you. While he’s having you roughly, his lips, his tongue, his teeth travelled over every possible part of your flesh. Marking you. As if physically claiming you. Making you his.

The sun had just risen when you opened your eyes. But it wasn't its light that woke you. It was the sudden pain in your stomach and the feeling like you'd been punched. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, attempting to suppress the urge to vomit. You hurried out of Marcus' arms and ran to the latrina. He was roused from his slumber by the sound of the door closing with a resounding bang.

“Aurelia?”

You were too distracted by feeling unwell to focus on his concerned voice. You splashed water on your face to feel better after violently throwing up. Suddenly you felt Marcus's hands on your shoulders. “My love?”

Your stomach was still causing you pain and you found it difficult to speak. Also, your head was spinning, so you took a moment to lean against the wall. Marcus quickly took you into his arms and carried you to the bed, sitting next to you.

“My lady, I'm really starting to worry now.”

“No, please don't. If I get some rest, I'll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” He took your hand in his hands.

You nodded and smiled at him. But his face showed concern.

“Perhaps I could stay here with you today.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Cato came in with Marcus's permission. He gave you both a nod. “Sir, I am here to inform you that the soldiers you have been expecting from the south have entered the city at dawn. The Legates have requested an immediate assembly.”

"Is that so? At last, some good news." He said, then looked at you with uncertain eyes.

You smiled at him and touched his hand with yours. "Please do not concern yourself with my well-being. Just leave. It must be important."

He leaned towards you and kissed you on the forehead. "Have a good rest, my love. And please be well." He kissed your hand before leaving the room with Cato.

After a while there was a knock on the door again. Decima brought breakfast for you.

"My lady, are you feeling better?"

"I believe so."

She approached your bedside. "Would you like me to feed you?”

You laughed. “Dear, please. Hopefully I'm not in a situation that requires me to be fed." You got out of bed and walked towards to the chair. You weren't exactly starving, but you knew you needed to eat to feel strong. You asked Decima to join you.

"My lady, well I am. I've been thinking it over.”

“Hmm?”

"This nausea you're feeling, the headaches. I wonder if...’ When she looked at you suggestively, you swallowed and looked at her, taken aback.

You'd never thought of that. As a medicus, you were confident that you didn't have any other underlying health issues. On top of that, it had been a few weeks since the wedding and you hadn't had any monthly bleeding since then.

"Gods," you murmured. "Could it really be?”

Decima took your hands, seemed excited. "I think so. Have you ever examined a woman carrying a child?"

"No, I've only assisted women in labour. I know how to run a consultation though. But it's still too early to be certain."

Decima smiled widely. "I hope you're with child."

You couldn't help smiling back. "I hope that too. But we should keep this between us for now."

"Indeed, of course.”

“Domina!” came a voice from behind the door.

“Come in.”

The slave boy from yesterday came in, his face was worried again.

“Am I being summoned again? Please tell them I'm sick and having rest.”

"You're not being summoned, my lady.”

“What's the matter, then?”

He bowed his head, as if he didn't know what to say.

“Tell me.” You demanded.

“If you can come down, you'd better see for yourself.”

You exchanged glances with Decima, then got up and left the room. As you were making your way down the stairs, you almost lost your footing when you saw the person standing in the courtyard.

“Lady Domna?”

Julia was waiting by the fountain in a black cloak. She looked a bit worried and uneasy.

"May I ask what you're doing here?"

"We need to talk." She said in a commanding tone.

You suddenly felt tense as you remembered your last conversation with her. What the hell was she doing here?

'Do you usually keep your guests waiting without offering them a seat?'

You rolled your eyes and gestured to the armchair nearby. “Have a seat.”

She sat down in a rather arrogant manner. “Leave us,” she told your slaves. But they were looking at you. Julia was annoyed.

You sat opposite her. “Leave us alone please," you said the slaves with a smile. They then bowed their heads and left the courtyard. Decima too, she nodded.

"Your slaves don't know how to behave." She muttered.

"Could you please tell me why are you here? I thought you were in Syria?"

"I've recently returned. Never mind that. I need you to help me with something."

"My help? Why should I help you?"

"Because I believe you would want to.”

You crossed your arms. "What are you talking about? Speak clearly, please."

Julia sighed. Then leaned closer to you with a sharp gaze, whispering. "I need you to help me kill Caracalla.”

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[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

Tagging @virgil-wannabe since you asked for a PART 3 ;)

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART1 , PART 2 , PART3 (you're here) , PART4

In "The Dragon's Call"

Arthur: (bulling a servant for the third time just so Merlin meets him again)

Merlin: (appearing out of nowhere) You, oppressor!

Arthur: (thinking) finally

Merlin: (thinking) Wait, that's not my line.

Arthur: (thinking and barely containing himself from crying, running to Merlin and hugging him and kissing him right there) He’s just as beautiful as the day I lost him 🥺🤧

Merlin: (thinking in panic) He isn’t saying anything. Why isn’t he saying anything?! 😰😖

Merlin: Is that the way you treat your servants? You are a... a prat! and...and an ass!

Arthur:...

Merlin: (thinking) please say something, please say something, please say something.

Arthur: (coughs, just realising he's been staring for too long) You're right I was being mean. My apologies.

Merlin: ... wait what? 😧

In "The Poisoned Chalice"

Merlin: (ready to use a spell to make Arthur drop his cup)

Arthur: (dropping it on purpose) Oh, clumsy of me, I droped it.

Merlin: (to himself) What? But I didn't use the spell yet. (Looks at his hands) Or did I?... Ugh, whatever (picking up the cup) Hey, Gaius! What's that? (Pointing at the flower petal inside the cup)

Gaius: It's poison! Someone tried to poison the prince!

Arthur: (faking surprise) what? Really?

Merlin: (faking surprise too) I can't believe it!

In "Lancelot"

Merlin: He would make an excelent knight. He saved my life.

Arthur: (full panic mode) what?! When?! Are you okay?!

Merlin: (confused) ...yeah? The grif-I mean, the winged beast attacked me when-

Arthur: The griffin attacked you?! (Checks him) Why didn't you tell me?! Are you hurt?!

Merlin: (still shocked but blushing due to Arthur's sudden attention and closeness) Ahm... you didn't ask? And Lancelot stopped the beast before it could hurt me, so you don't have to worry.

Arthur: (swallowing his guilt for not asking in his other timeline)... Right. From now on you tell when these things happen, do you understand?

Merlin: Yes, sire.

Arthur: Good. (Lets go of Merlin realizing he's being holding him for too long) Well, as thankful as I am to Lancelot for saving you, I can't knight him if he isn't a noble. That's the code.

Merlin: I know but-

Arthur: So I'll give him another job in the castle and when I'm king I'll gladly consider knighting him if he's still interested.

Merlin: (more than surprised) You will?

Arthur: (nods) Is that all?

Merlin: Yes... (smiles) thank you

Arthur: (smiles) Anytime, Merlin. (leaves)

Merlin: (looking Arthur leave with hearteyes) 😍... wait. How did he know what the beast was called?😨

In "Excalibur"

Merlin: (debating with himself if he should let Arthur fight the Black Knight this time around or let Uther do it again)

Arthur: (arriving) Merlin.

Merlin: (utterly surprised) You are here! 😱

Arthur: Of course I'm here. You thought I would withdraw? I'm not a coward, Merlin.

Merlin: No! I'm just... surprised Uther let you.

Arthur: He did try to drug me to stop me from coming. (Looks at Excalibur in Merlin's hands, recognizing it) Where did you get that?

Merlin: Oh... I just thought... you would need a new sword for this. So I asked Tom to make it for you.

Arthur: You got it made... for me?

Merlin: Yes. (Thinking) Please use it, please use it, please use it.

Arthur: (holding the sword) It's good. Thank you.

Merlin: (blushing, still not used to Arthur thanking everything he does) I'm just doing my job. There's no need to-

Arthur: There’s every need. (Touching his shoulder fondly and smiling) Thank you, Merlin. For thinking of me.

Merlin: (screaming inside)

[lowkeycasanova]

may I please request a Luffy x fem reader (they aren’t together yet) but Luffy has a big crush on the reader without realizing and he’s always super touchy with her without thinking anything of it, like always holding her or picking her up when they’re on adventures and protecting her too all without realizing until the crew makes a comment about it to him, I think it would be super adorable. thank you!

This is going to be more like a poem? I don't know much about poems lmao but I wanted to try this "poetic" style/format of writing. I hope you enjoy.

Closer than he knew

his arm slung over your shoulders, his warmth pressed to your side. a habit. a thing he does.

he grabs your hand before you even think to reach for his. it’s natural. thoughtless. not a question, just a certainty.

“c’mon,” he grins, tugging you along, lifting you—feet off the ground, body against his, carried as easily as air.

he holds you close when the seas rock too hard. grins wide when you laugh, grins wider when you don’t let go.

his hands, everywhere. your wrist, your waist, the small of your back. not lingering, not hesitant— just there, just his.

a shadow moves too fast in the chaos luffy is faster. his arm snaps out, shielding you before the strike lands.

"stay back," he says. but you don’t. you never do.

your weapon captures the blade meant for him. you call his name when an enemy moves too close. his name, always the first thing on your lips.

your voice, sharp. “get back.” his, just as firm. “you first.”

you watch his back, and he watches yours

but sometimes he's not quick enough. he feels so guilty. he was too late a thick voice cuts through the wreckage

"i follow the chaos and what do you know? it leads straight to you."

zoro, unimpressed. a hand on his sword. "what the hell, luffy? you’re gonna get us killed."

luffy turns shoulders rising, falling. fists still clenched. men groaning as the dust settles. "i wasn't looking for a fight." he mutters

he moves, slightly. just enough.

you, standing just behind him. blood runs down your arm, hair disheveled, a hand over your abdomen and the wince you try to hide. it's painful.

zoro stills, luffy speaks "do you know what they did?" his voice is lower now his hands twitch at his sides, aching to swing again.

"they put their hands on her."

silence. heavy. understanding.

it’s just luffy. luffy, who grins when you hold onto him. who sleeps sprawled across you like you’re part of the ship. who gets louder when you laugh, who goes quiet when you don’t let go.

flames crackle between all of you, embers drift, stars in their own right the crew is full, alive. your face is soft in the flickering light lips curved, gaze steady.

he notices. of course he does. robin notices. of course she does.

"you always seem to find your way back to her."

she tells him, low and knowing luffy tilts his head, blinking thinking.

the warmth in his chest—he’s always felt it. the need to be close, to hold, to protect— it’s instinct, like breathing.

he looks at you. you smile. his chest tightens

oh.

oh.

so that’s what this is.

[morose-melodies]

your knight | princess reader x yandere! capitano

summary: an outing would be nice, it would be even nicer to get away from your overbearing knight for a while

content warning: none!!

part 1, part 2 , part 3

an outing would be nice.

your knight had suggested it and you were hesitant to agree for the sole reason that you did not want to agree with anything he said.

but, he was right, an outing would be nice.

but the issue was where you'd go.

capitano suggested a walk in the forest while you wanted to visit the marketplace.

he buckled, immediately giving in to what you wanted, saying, "if that is where you want to go, then so be it. I must request that you not wander off from me, though."

"if you do your job correctly, you'll never lose sight of me," you comment, "isn't that your sole duty? to follow me around?"

capitano nodded, he acknowledged that you were mocking him but it was, for the most part, true.

yes, he did follow you around, yes, he was overprotective, and yes, he used the excuse of being your knight to excuse his behavior.

...

the marketplace was lively, there were so many things you wanted to see and do, but each time you got too excited, your knight would grab your wrist to ensure you didn't run off.

"please do not run off, princess. that was the deal, after all."

"just-" you tugged away from him, "follow me around, stop grabbing me," you demanded, you couldn't afford for your mood to be ruined on this exciting day.

"as you wish."

you glanced back at your knight before marching forward, pushing through crowds of people, toward a food stand - of course, as the nation's princess, it was an honor to have you visiting their food stand and therefore for you were giving the food for free.

but as you walked away, your knight made an effort to tip the vendor, with a small nod before following after you.

it seemed as if you were trying to lose him. princess... now, he began pushing past people as you watched as you disappeared around a corner.

"princess, don't run off-" anxious, perhaps even a bit worried, capitano pushed past the townspeople, mumbling his excuses.

"forgive me-"

"excuse me-"

"pardon me-"

but even as he apologized, his pushes became rougher, as he became more desperate to get through the crowds and find you.

around the corner, capitano did not see you. his heart dropped, and he felt faint. he had lost you.

"princess, (y/n)- where did you run off to?" oh, how desperate you were to get away from him. forbide something were to happen to you, he would never forgive himself.

"princess," his teeth gritted as he gripped the sheath of his sword to calm himself.

"(y/n)," even the thought of something happening to you while he was not there to protect you made his blood run cold and made his heart beat furiously.

he tried to remain composed. what would the people think if they saw the princess's knight panicking? no, he couldn't risk striking panic into the people.

it would make it harder to find you - or worse, you'd panic and who knows what would happen then?

capitano did try to remain composed but he could not conceal the shake in his hand or the urgency in his steps.

meanwhile, you were watching a puppet show as an honored guest, all while eating your free treat.

...

"oh, this is beautiful," you smiled when a shopkeeper presented a necklace to you, saying, "it is yours, princess."

"really?" you feigned flattery. of course, it was yours! you've been getting gifts all day, this was no different, "thank you! thank you!"

you allowed the shopkeeper to put the necklace on you and then admired yourself in the mirror - it suited you perfectly.

"perhaps I'll look around a bit more-"

the door to the shop swung open, and in stepped your knight, "good sir, have you seen a young lady pas- is that you, princess?"

he wasted no time closing the gap between the two of you. "princess... I've been looking for you."

he didn't seem angry, no, he was relieved to see you, to have found you before anything worse could have happened, "i would have never forgiven myself if you had gotten into trouble."

he pulled you to his chest, his hand resting at the back of your head, holding you close. "your father will know of this," capitano knew very well that your father would overreact, that's what he wanted. anything to keep you safe.

"what? I didn't even do anything! if anything, you failed me. you lost sight of me, what good knight loses sight of their princess?" you really didn't want you father hearing about this - you'd never hear the end of it!

"I will endure any punishment given to me if that means you'll be safer, princess."

[howlingday]

Everybody on Beacon thinks that Weiss Schnee hates Jaune Arc, but that really far from the truth. The truth both Jaune and Weiss are childhood friends that are secretly dating, mostly beacuse Jaquess sees the Arc family not as a noble family of heroes like Nicholas Schnee saw the Arcs, but peasants that are skiled with the sword. So Jaquess dosen't let Weiss see Jaune for years, until the meet again in Beacon.

Another Time, Another Life

Knightshade

"I see you've been playing out in the snow all day." Nicholas chuckled. "And where are your gloves, young man?"

"I... I forgot." Jaune meekly answered.

"Huh?" His father lifted his hand to his ear. "What's that? Couldn't quite hear ya! I'm gettin' old, ya know!"

"I forgot." Jaune said a little louder. His father sighed, shaking his head, though his smile never faded. "I'm sorry."

"You think you're sorry? What do you think's gonna happen to me when your mother sees you without your fingers?" He took off his glove and held his son's hand between his index finger and thumb. "I don't think my hand's small enough to match yours."

"It was my fault, Mr. Arc." Nicholas turned around to see Weiss, his employer's youngest daughter, standing close by with her hands folded over lap. She knelt forward a bit. "I apologize."

Looking behind her, he found the family butler, Klein, with a pleased look on his face. Even a princess needs to be raised right, right? That she doesn't end up-

"Apoligize? For what?!" -like that. Nicholas watched as the CEO of the Schnee Dust Company, Weiss' father, and his current employer held a twisted sneer beneath his burly moustache. "It's hardly your fault. If anything, it's the boy's own foolishness that brings his own misfortune!"

"Well, kids will be kids." Nicholas said, resisting the urge to deck the man who just insulted his kid. Unfortunately, lien was tight and the patriarch of the Schnee name paid more than well enough for the family.

"Perhaps your children, but my daughters, and my son, will bring glory to our family name, rather than frostbite from engaging in childish nonsense." He straightened a bit. "Why, Weiss is clearly smart enough to know that we Schnees are resistant to all types of cold weather!" The urge to punch him became harder and harder to resist the more they talked on it, so Nicholas yielded.

"Is there more work tonight?"

"Indeed." He extended an arm out towards the den at the end of the hallway. "You're familiar with my office?"

"Yeah." Nicholas knelt to his son. "Get those hands warmed up. I wanna hear all about the fun you had when I get back."

"Okay. I love you, Dad."

"Love you, too, Jaune." Nicholas walked away with a smile.

Weiss stood nearby, looking expectantly to her father for words of praise, or comfort, or anything. But instead, he passed her by, giving little if any attention after his boasting of the family name. She resisted the urge to call out to him. She knew better than to do that now.

"If I may, Miss Weiss, but I believe your father is right about one thing." Klein stepped in. "Your family is naturally resistant to cold. Perhaps even to the point of taking the cold away from others?"

Weiss perked at this. She nodded to Klein before getting close to Jaune. Without warning, she held his hands between hers and closed her eyes, willing herself to take the cold from him. And while she was red in the face from effort, Jaune was flush from something else.

He'd heard many a tale about knights and princesses, but normally it was the knight holding the princess' hands like this. She rubbed her hands over his before pulling away to turn them over. She turned to call for Klein, only to realize he was standing behind her. And like a mind-reader, he answered what she thought to ask him.

"He seems to be warm enough now. What do you think, Mister Jaune?" He nodded and Weiss released his hands, backing away and smiling. "Now, what would the two of you like for lunch? We have the greatest chefs in the world, and I will not let a day's worth of play end with empty tummies."

As the two followed Klein, Jaune glanced now and then to Weiss' hand. He could remember how soft and warm they were. True, they were warmer than his hands because he was in the snow without gloves, but she also went without gloves, but her hands weren't as chilled, nor as red, as his.

"What's wrong?" Jaune realized he'd been staring too long when Weiss was suddenly in his face. "Are you sick?"

"N-No, I... I was just..."

"Miss Weiss, I believe his hand is cold again." Klein explained with a grin.

"Already?!" Weiss replied in shock. "Here!" She gripped his hand tightly in hers. "Anytime you feel cold, just let me know, okay?"

Jaune gulped, then gave a nod. "O-Okay!"

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A loud noise awoke Weiss in her bed. She gave a gasp, looking to her door, then saw a shadow moving on the other side. Fearing a burglar, she held her breath, diving deep into her covers in hopes that they would ignore her. It was then she noticed she was alone.

Jaune was sleeping next to her, but now he was gone.

She heard shouting that sounded like her father get closer to the door. As he passed, she heard him clear as day.

"...YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, ARC!" His voice, though still angry, grew softer as he passed. "I'll see to it that your family never works in..."

What happened to Jaune? The boy she'd known for only so short as a month was gone in the night, and her father shouting and cursing his family name wasn't pure coincidence, she thought. Steeling her nerves, she leapt from her bed and hurried to the door. Opening it, she found her sister, Winter, standing outside.

"Go back to bed, Weiss."

"But sister-"

"Go to bed, Weiss." The older sibling repeated, this time much firmer. "I'll tuck you in and explain everything."

Unable to resist, Weiss retreated into her room with her big sister shutting the door behind her. As she climbed into bed, Winter was tossing the blanket back before draping them over her little sister. She then climbed up and sat next to her.

"Where's Jaune?"

"He's gone, Weiss. His father came and took him."

"When will he be back?" Winter was silent. "Sister?"

"He... won't, Weiss. Not after tonight."

"What?!" Weiss sat up, only to be met by Winter's grip on her shoulders. She could feel the tears building in her eyes. "Was it something Mr. Arc did? Why is father yelling at him?"

"Mr. Arc did... nothing. So his employment with father is terminated as of a few minutes ago. I was worried when I saw him enter your room, but I'm relieved to see he hasn't hurt you."

"Why would he hurt me?! Sister, you're not making any sense!" Weiss tried to shake herself free, only to be met with a firm jostle by the elder Schnee.

"Stay still, Weiss!" Winter barked. "Jaune is gone, and he's never coming back!"

At this, Weiss stopped fighting back. Tears spilled over her cheeks, and she turned in towards her pillow as she did her best to hide her anger and frustration and sadness. She felt the bed shift and heard the door open.

"Good night, sister." Winter said. "And... I'm sorry."

Once the door shut, Weiss didn't bother keeping quiet anymore.

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"Dad... Where are we going?"

"Home, son."

"But... I didn't get to say good-bye to Weiss." His father was quiet, making small hisses and grunts. "Dad?"

"She's... She was sleeping when I picked you up. Did you say good night to her?"

"Yeah?"

"That's... good." His father nodded, lifting his hand to point up. "Because, uh, remember when grandma passed away? We had to say good-bye because good-byes are forever! But a good night means you'll see them another day!"

"Another day?" Jaune blinked. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. It was still dark outside. "When are we coming back?"

"I... can't come back."

"Why not?" A wind blew, making Jaune huddle his coat closer to him. His father opened his coat and brought his son inside. "Dad?"

"Jaune, there's... There's bad people here in Atlas. And there's a lot of problems that need to be fixed. Problems that I can't fix, but maybe you can one day."

"Bad people?"

"Mhm. Bad, terrible, awful people who make their money off the misery of others... and making sure they stay miserable." He shook his head. "I don't want to be that kind of person, Jaune. I want to make people happy. Make them smile. Because that's what a hero does, Jaune. And me... I'm no hero."

Nicholas couldn't tell his son the truth. How could he tell him in a way that he could understand? Not only in a manner appropriate for a boy his age, but in a way that doesn't make him sound like some sort of evil henchman. Jacques Schnee made a fool of him, sending him to a Faunus rally to act as a strike-breaker for peaceful protesters, and when he realized why he was there, he'd had more than enough. Grimm were one thing, and so were street punks and hijackers, but he refused to be the kind of monster who attacked innocent people asking for their fair share.

"...You're my hero, Dad."

Nicholas nearly broke as his son hugged him. Thankfully, the bullhead arrived to blow any tears away.

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"Yeah, and we can paint our nails and talk about tall, blond, and scraggly over there~!"

Jaune perked as he heard that. Was someone talking about him? He looked over and saw Ruby talking, or rather being talked down to with an overbearing girl in a white dress. Her long, white ponytail reminded him of his childhood friend, but there was no way she was the same girl. It had to be a coincidence.

"Wow, really?!" Ruby perked up.

The other girl was quiet for a moment. "No." Yeah, definitely not her. It would be pretty weird if she just happened to be at the same school he was after all these years. Like one of those sappy rom-com stories some of his sisters loved to read.

All thoughts stopped when a man took the stage to give a speech.

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"Stop."

"H-Huh?"

"What did you say your name was?"

"Uh... Jaune. Jaune Arc."

"Jaune... Arc... As in the son of Nicholas Arc, the former sellsword of the Schnee Family?"

"I... take it you're not a fan?"

"Hardly. Your father was responsible for the most heartbreaking years of my life."

Jaune paled. When he was finally old enough to be told, he was horrified to hear what his father was asked to do. He was glad to hear his father finally said no, but there was a part of him that feared just how far into this business he went before he finally said no and left the Schnee Mansion.

"Oh, gosh, I'm... I'm so sorry about my dad." Jaune held up his hands defensively. "Whatever he did to your family, I promise to help you however I can. I give you my word, and an Arc never goes back on his word!"

"Really?" She stepped into his guard. "And did your father give his word when he fled my home in the middle of the night?"

"Uh-"

"Did your father give his word when he stole my only friend out of my life?"

"H-Hang on a sec-"

"Well, did your father give his word?!"

Jaune had his back to the wall, both literally and figuratively. Everyone was staring as this girl, half his size, had him pinned and fearing for his life. When she stepped away, he didn't have it in him to relax. She glanced down before turning away.

"At least you're wearing gloves this time."

"...Weiss?"

"I expect a full explanation AFTER initiation." She walked away. "You better make it in."

"Uh... Sure thing..."

"...I'm Pyrrha, by the way. It was nice to meet you, Jaune~!"

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"So that's what happened." Weiss set her cup down. "No one ever told me what my father asked of yours, but to think he'd stoop so low."

"Yeah, and it doesn't look like he's getting better, either."

"No?" Weiss lifted her brow. "And here I thought the threats of embargo and discrimination within his facilities were points on the buck by now."

"Points on the..."

"Oh, right." Weiss straightened. "I forgot that we've been separated for so long. I've picked up a few hobbies."

"Like what?"

"Stag hunting, for one."

"What's stag hunting?"

"Hunting stags." The two sat silently for a moment. "Deer. Stags are deer."

"Oh..." He cleared his throat. "I've, uh, been reading comic books."

"I see."

The two became silent once more. Making it into Beacon was the easy part, apparently, because talking to each other now felt so... off. Were all long lost friendships like this? If so, how did they ever reunite in the story books? Some people just clicked after seeing each other after a long time, but this? There was no click. Just two people, sitting together, for the first time in probably ten years.

"Oh, uh... Good morning."

"Excuse me?" Weiss looked at the clock on the wall. "It's a half hour past noon."

"Y-Yeah, but..." He sighed. "When my dad took me, he said it was good I didn't say good-bye, because good-bye is forever. Saying good night means you'll see them again another day." He gave a sheepish grin. "And, well, good morning."

Weiss smiled. "Good morning."

As he chuckled and smiled, there was the click.

[mewnewew]

Trafalgar Law x Reader

It's very funny that yall immediately started loving my Law oneshot and gave me requests for Law and Sanji. Maybe I'll just shift all my Crocodile stuff on ao3 hmm. Anyway send me more requests! I love doing them!

TW: Cussing and mentions of possible violence.

You frowned, counting the money given by your last customer. There had to a mistake because the coins he gave you were odd. Something was off and for the life of you, you were hellbent on finding it. Bingo! One of the coins was.....made out of wood. What the fuck. Blinking in silent horror, you tried the other coins, you found that at least 3 more were made out of wood. Who the hell would carve coins out of wood, paint them and then fleece the shopkeepers? You groaned. What a day. What a blasted country.

"Can I get some onigiri" Came a low voice. You jumped, head swiveling to meet your newest customer and ah. It was a monk. A monk with a sword no less, but still a monk, if that basket on his head was anything to go by. He wore a with a rich purple and gold kimono.

"Ah yes! How many sir?" You said in your best "I'm friendly and my food is safe, please don't attack me or my stall for any reason" voice.

"6 only. How much?" Came the answer

"150 yen please. Anything else sir?" You asked, packing them in a leaf.

"No. Here" You took the coins offered, counted them and nodded (those coins were real, thank the gods.) You handed him the leaf.

"Please come again!" You chirped, watching him go.

Huh. Odd guy. But oh well, he paid in actual coin thankfully.

2 days later

You were about to close up, when you heard the same voice. "You closing up for the day?"

You turned, and saw the monk standing there, holding another package. Probably some more food. "Ah you're here again? Hold on, I have some left over onigiri. Thankfully you're here to take them."

You handed him the left over onigiri, and took the money he offered. "Oh. By the way, sir. Do you have more people with you?"

He paused and an awkward silence Came about. You stood there, mentally wondering if you had done a crime or something, when he answered. "....Yes"

You clapped your hands together. "Good! I have more food actually, and I don't want them to go to waste. You don't really need to pay for these."

Saying so you gave him the rest of the food, happy that it wasn't going to waste not to your own belly. You couldn't eat that much food anyway. He watched you, silently before nodding and walking away. Well, that was that.

A day later

You were running a hand through your hair, mentally wanting to strangle the men who were at your shop. They were from the palace, you knew that. However, you also knew that if you didn't give them what you wanted or if you didn't "please" them you would be screwed. However, you weren't too keen on letting them ruin your damn stall.

"Yo, neechan! We'll take all of this and-"

"Sir you need to pay for that as well. I can't just-"

"Haw?! Do you not know who we are?" One of them crowed.

"I know who you are, it's just not fair-"

"Fair?! We're from the shogun's army you bitch! Fair means nothing! In fact I'll show you how fair I can be!" Saying so he raised his hand to strike you and you grabbed a pot lid for defence.

Just as he said those things, there was a sound of a click and they disappeared for a moment, before landing up in the gutter upside down, some rocks now in the earlier place they were just standing in.

You and the surrounding crowd stared in bafflement. Looking around you saw the kimono of the monk disappear between the houses. Huh.

A week later

You were getting ready for bed, when you remembered that you had left your back door open. Huffing, you went to close it, only to hear crashing sounds. Peeking out, you saw a bunch of men and....creatures? Fighting. One man, who you were pretty sure was the new hot soba stall owner your sister had a crush on jumped up, shook a small bottle in his hand and suddenly became naked before changing into a completely black outfit. You just stood there, your mouth open in bewilderment. Eventually they left after an hour or so and you trudged back into your bed, door closed. You'd just seen a man's junk. Maybe your grandma was right on how Oden would have probably been a better ruler.

As you drifted off though, something about how one of the men had a familiar kimono stayed in your mind.

2 days after that.

You were one of the townspeople watching in shock as the palace seemed to be on fire. There was chaos everywhere. What was going on?

After the new reinstatement of the emperor.

People were celebrating, people were happy, and people were hungry. More money for you and more smiles. Things seemed to be going perfect. As you and a friend worked the stall, you noticed the monk, or rather the pirate who you wanted to thank, Trafalgar Law, walk with some of his men towards the docks. You whispered to your friend that you'd be stepping out and you left.

Catching up to him you yelled "Yo! Monk-guy!"

He paused, looking back at you. You walked close to him. "I just wanted to thank you for what you've done for the country."

He huffed, pulling his...hat? Was that a hat? Down further. "It's fine. You don't need to. Didn't explicitly do it for your country or for you"

You grinned "Fair. Thank you anyway. Also...." You took out a leaf package of onigiri "I heard that all of you pirates would leave after a while. So I wanted to thank you for that day as well"

The bear standing behind him, was that an actual bear?! Why was a bear able to speak and act like a human? Was it an oni? Gasped and pointed at them. "Onigiri! Captain! Didn't you say you loved them?"

You blinked, looking at Law again only to see a mild blush blooming on his cheeks. "Bepo!" He barked. The bear yelped and apologized.

"Ah, if you liked them that much I would have made more for you" you murmured.

The man just pulled his hat down lower, mumbling "You don't need to do that"

You smiled. "Well. These are my form of thanks, anyway."

Handing them to the grinning crew mates of his, you started to leave "Goodbye and good luck! If you have a chance, come by once again!"

You smiled to yourself. Seeing the man blush was cuter than you realised. Maybe one day you'd ask him out on a date.

[writingoddess1125]

Young Love pt. 1

This was a request, I hope this is to your liking! I tried 🙃

Young!Mihawk x Young!FemReader ☆18-19

Fluff - Romance - Spicy

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He needed to be there.. He had to be. Mihawk wasn't sure why his Captian had turned himself in- It just didn't make sense however he was not going to question it. He had heard the execution was in a few days and he needed to get to Loguetown in order to make it.

However being without a crew or access to a ship made it harder, having to hitch rides on other ships and walk across islands in order to make his destination.

He was just 2 islands away from Loguetown, his feet sore and exhaustion heavy on his bones. Stopping by a trail he leaned against some trees, trying to determine if he should just rest against the trees- however the sound of noises caught his ear. He didn't know what it was but it pulled his attention and he followed it-

Stepping off the trail fully he walked to a small clearing were he saw a young women, His age he assumed practicing with a sword.

Mihawk stood there as he watched you closely. You're form was utterly beautiful and he couldn't help but admire it-

The confidence you showed as you did slow swings of the sword to practice form- It was almost like a intimate dance with one's self, something he shouldn't have the privilege of watching.

He didn't notice he had take a step forward, a twig snapping under his foot and you snapped your head towards him. Raising a brow at him as he looked like a doe.. Noting the blade on his back and how he clearly been watching you.

"Well that's not creepy at all" You call out to him, The teen giving you a deadpan look.

"Apoligies, I was admiring your form" He admitted as he stepped forward into the clearing. You noting the sword on his back-

"Is that for show or can you actually use it?" You jab, watching his face twinge in slight annoyance.

"Of course I am- Wish for me to show you?" He questioned as he pulled the sword from his back, Shrugging at him and holding your blade to him.

"Sounds fun, but dont worry~ I don't plan on killing you, Too cute for that" You say with a wink before setting your stance. Mihawk suppressing the urge to roll his eyes-

The duel began with a clash of steel as their cutlasses met in a resounding clash, sparks flying. You starting with a lung forward with a flurry of rapid strikes, aiming for the males midsection. Mihawk being quick to dodge parried with great strength knocking the attacker off balance.

Only lasting a second you were faster on your feet and tested some new footwork- Dashing to the side and managing to smack Mihawk's behind with the back of your blade. A surprised noise leaving the dark haired teen as he sent a chilling glare and quickly swiped at you which you blocked.

The cutlasses clashed in a series of fierce exchanges, as both of you demonstrated your strength and skills in this dangerous art form. In the middle of the dangerous set of swings Mihawk caught eye of an opening to your side and aimed for it quickly- Your eyes widening as you barely managed to side step and bringing yourself close to him in order to avoid a cut, Him closing the space to trap you in an dangerous embrace.

A flutter in his chest as he watched you pull the cross from around your neck and hold a small blade to his throat in counter of this.

A tie..

A few seconds pass of silence and Mihawk can't help but crack a smile at this-

"You're good" He said, You lowering your blades and chuckling at this he doing the same thing.

"Not too bad yourself- Whats your name stranger?" You say with a grin, holding out a hand to shake.

"Mihawk.. Dracule Mihawk" He was quick to shake your hand.

"(Y/N)- Nice to meet ya" You give a cheeky smile and release his hand.

"So what brings you to Dower Town?" You question, curious why he was in such a dump anyway- He shrugged "Passing through" That was enough of an answer for you. It wasn't like you were doing anything different.

The two of you began to chat back and forth, talking about different sword techniques and complimenting each other.

You invited Mihawk to share a drink with you down at the local tavern- he happily agreed. Traveling to the towns local tavern together you guys enter quickly.

Mihawk and you sat down, Grinning at each other as you both continued the talk. The conversation along the way getting more flirtatious- It took only 3 drinks from both of you to be opening flirting.

"So what do you like?~" You say with a smile, finishing another beer.

His lips curled into a sly grin. "Well, for starters, a good duel under the moonlight and a glass of wine to celebrate afterward."

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to ponder his words. "A duel, you say? I hope you're not challenging me to another swordfight right here."

Mihawk chuckled "Not just yet. I'm more interested in a different kind of duel right now."

Your heart quickened as his gaze locked onto yours, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his glass. "And what kind of duel would that be?"

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "The kind where we see who can leave the other more enchanted by the end of the night."

A playful grin spread across your face. "You're on, Dracule Mihawk."Maybe it was teenage hormones or the alcohol in both your systems both you both were far to willing for each other.

The next morning Mihawk sat up, Still groggy from the alcohol in his system but still he saw you had gone from the bed already. Looking around surprised as he got up quickly and dressed himself- Also noting his coin purse seemed to be magically missing as well.

A stumbled walk to the closest inn you and Mihawk are already locked in a passionate kiss- You could feel his tongue on your lips, then slowly parting them. Kissing him back, you both moaned. His back hitting the door of the hotel room as you both scrambled inside- Mihawk desperately starting to take off your shirt pulling it over your head and tossed it to the other side of the rented room.

He paused for a second, you finally noticing the redness on his cheeks. You no better as you both clearly lacked experience- The world seemed to slow down, you and Mihawk drifting to the dinky bed of the inn stripping yourself of clothes fully this time. No words needing to be exchanged as something warmer filled the room then just blind passion-

The two of you kissing again, you feeling his hands touch your body for the first time. Running through your hair, down your neck, and across your naked chest drawing a moan from you.

He was so gentle with you. His touch almost reverential as if he was worshipping you. Your own hands running through his hair, pulling him closer to you feeling his hard cock pressing against your naked leg.

A few more deep kisses followed as Mihawk guided himself to you. Your eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure as you felt his cock head touch your lips, pushing into you as you arched your back feeling his hips push against your own filling you to the utter brim.

The alcohol easing any discomfort that may have befell you, Mihawk hissing softly as he bottomed out inside you. Leaving over you flushed and panting already, you couldnt help but blush at this.

After a few moments he began to move, gently thrusting into you as whimpered moans escaped your parted lips, Your legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer.

Grunts leaving Mihawk as he continued to thrust into you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you close as his free hand gripped the sheets next to your head.

You didn't know how long you and Mihawk were entangled with each other. However the night seemed endless- filled with reckless passion and what you assumed was false love. Eventually exhaustion taking you both into a deep sleep.

Barely buttoning his shirt he stepped out of the room to see you fixing the sword to your hip, glancing back at him with a smirk.

Silence falling over the both of you as he cracked a amused grin. Never been on the end of being left from a one night stand.

"Will I ever see you again?" He questioned, you smiled at him and reached from around your neck to pull the cross from around your neck and tossed it to him. Mihawk catching it quickly and stared at it for a moment before meeting your gaze once more.

"When you're the better then me, we will meet again" You say with a smile, Winking at him as you start to walk away. Mihawk smiling at this as he watched you.

"So I guess this means you'll see me soon" He called back to you.

You laugh at this, continuing to walk away from him and wave.

"I hope so!"

[sugurouge]

── 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

"your light has a way of finding me, even in darkness."

warnings: blood, injuries, possible death, self ship lore

Blade's sword swings through the air in desperation, cutting down enemies with elegance and ruthlessness alike. Though, the viciousness in his fight is not for himself. His every strike, every parry, is to keep them away from her.

Because what should have been a routine mission turned into chaos, the kind that threatens to devour. She stands at his back, her own attacks lacking their usual finesse. He hears it—the faltering in her steps, the cracks in her voice as she calls out his name.

"Blade, watch out!"

He is already moving, body twisting with lethal grace as he cuts down the cursed beast lunging at them. But there is more, there is always more.

His vision tunnels as the Mara pulses inside him, clawing at his sanity, whispers of blood and carnage and endless, twisted pleasure.

"Stay back!" Blade's voice comes out as a strained, aggressive snap. She is too close. Always trying to help, to shield him from harm.

Foolish. Brave. He is harm personified.

The battle turns into a blur of blood and violence as the Mara strikes, a poisonous tide that swallows Blade's senses and twists his will. He doesn't even realise when his sword turns on her.

By the time clarity seeps back in, his hands are coated in blood. Her blood. His weapon lies discarded somewhere on the floor the moment she crumples before him, her eyes wide and pained, her hand trembling as it clutches her side.

He should have sent her away. Should have never let her near his cursed existence again.

"No… No, no, no…" Blade's voice cracks, terror tightening his throat as he collapses to his knees beside her. His bandaged hand, slick with her blood, reaches for...

"Yingxing…" His name is a whisper, a plea on her lips.

The Mara still rages within him, especially now with the call of that name, its memories and burden. But his terror of losing her overpowers its pull. Strong arms wrap around her, cradling her as if his touch alone can undo the damage he himself has done.

What could be a romantic moment, is destroyed by the macabre scenery around them; blood pools beneath them, mingling with the delicate petals of spider lilies that blossom and float in the air.

The feeling of her limp body makes Blade's stomach twist. "Winter," his voice sounds near frantic. "Winter, look at me." Her eyes are losing focus, blinking slowly, as if sleep is the only thing calling her now. He can't afford to let her slip away. Not again.

"You need to heal yourself," Blade orders, his tone harsh and trembling all at once. "Now."

Healing. Right. That's what she needs to do. Her fingers twitch against the wound, attempting to do as he says. A faint glow of pale light follows, weak and unsteady, though the wound knits itself too slowly. Yet through it all, she keeps a gentle smile.

Blade's grip on her tightens, as if holding her together with sheer will alone. "Talk to me," he urges. "Stay awake."

She is trying. He sees the effort in the faint tremor of her body, but it isn’t enough.

“Can't… Can't focus…” She admits, her eyes searching his with a desperation that mirrors his own. Her strength is dwindling far too quickly.

"Please," he says, the word foreign and fractured on his tongue. "Don't leave me." There's something tragic in the way he pleads. Blade, who never begs for anything. Who never admits to weakness. And now his voice cracks, his eyes frantic and glossy.

A tear slips from his lash line before he can stop it, tracing a shimmering line down his cheek before dropping onto hers.

Her expression flickers with something painfully warm, almost too much to bear. Love. Love for him, even now. Even when he has nothing but madness and death to offer her.

How can she still look at him like that?

Despite it all, she wishes she could do more. Could offer him the comfort he needs. "It's not your fault," she murmurs. A lie meant to soothe. To ease the horror etched into his features. "Never... was."

Blade's chest stings, something between anger and despair coiling in his ribs. Because even as her life slips through his fingers, she’s trying to look after him.

“I'm so sorry,” he whispers, but the words are falling apart as he clings to her, as though the strength of his embrace could keep her anchored to this world, to him. “I… I didn't mean to— I swear, I never—”

His voice cracks and shatters, the sobs he fights to contain causing his shoulders to tremble. The spider lilies continue to bloom around them, their vibrant red petals swaying gently in the air, suspended between life and death.

“I love you, Yingxing.” She whispers, the words filled with a sincerity so pure it feels like a knife twisting his heart.

“Don't say that. Not when you're…” Blade tries to argue, but he can't bring himself to say the word.

“Dying?” Her lips twitch into a weak, humorless smile. “If that's the case, I'll say it again. I love you, Blade. No matter what.”

He should say it back. He should tell her that he loves her. But words fail him. His fingers tangle in her hair, desperate, clinging to her like she is the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity. His madness, his curse, all of it feels so distant when her eyes are on him.

“I'm not letting you die. I'll tear this world apart before I let that happen again,” he vows, with a low, loving voice despite his words. Blade's forehead rests against hers, the coolness of her skin a painful reminder of her waning strength.

“Then… you better keep holding me.”

He does. Even as the others arrive. Even as they try to take her from his arms. Blade's hands refuse to release her, she is his destiny he can't bear to sever.

THE CHIBIS ARE MAKING ME VIOLENTLY SOB EACH TIME HE IS SO GRUMPY!! MAKES ME WANNA PINCH IS CHEEK MHMHM

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CW ➥ smut insinuation ⋆ SORRY for no actual smut on day 1 😭 ⋆ but i think the fic works like this just fine ⋆ making out ⋆ mention of blood ⋆ cleaning a sword ⋆ alcohol consumption ⋆ Astarion has full armor on ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

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SUMMARY ➥ it's no secret the two of you have been pining for each other. so after a tough battle, and a tough night of admiring Astarion from afar, you both give in.

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it shouldn't be fair really — for him to look that good while covered in blood and grime. the way his brows furrow in concentration as he cleans the blood off his sword by the lake. his hands expertly handling the blade. what you wouldn't do to have his hands all over you —

"think any louder and i might actually hear it," Astarion chuckles, not looking up from his blade. maybe it's the wine talking — you had at least two bottles of whatever you managed to yank off Halsin, and you knew Astarion has had his fair share as well.

he wipes the cloth across the sword, cleaning the last drops of blood off. he sets the blade down, standing up as he works at taking his chest plate off. "are you going to stand there, or are you going to join me?" he asks, turning his back to you as he pulls the heavy piece of armor off and sets it by his sword.

you head towards him, slowly, step by step until you've reached the dock. you take a deep breath as you can tell from the corner of your eye that all his armor is off, all that he has left is his tunic and trousers. fuck it, why not? you ask yourself, shaking your head as your hands move to take off your own armor as well.

he chuckles from behind you, "that's it darling." you don't have to look at him to know he's grinning, eyes probably dragging across your form as you drop piece by piece of your armor.

you take a deep breath as you loosen the strings of your tunic, it felt heavenly to be rid of your armor. you exhale, sitting down on the dock. you shiver as your feet dip into the water, gods that feels good.

you close your eyes, leaning back on your hands. a peaceful night like this is definitely what you needed after the ridiculously long journey that was behind you. the cooling effect from the water, the swirling thoughts from the wine — you almost didn't realise Astarion was sitting himself down directly in front of you, and before you know it he's lifting you into his lap.

your eyes flutter open, instantly sitting up so your hands could make their way to his shoulders — his own arms holding your hips. maybe you had too much wine, but you found yourself speechless — the way his eyes shimmered in the moon light, the way his soft yet rough hands felt against your waist — you almost forgot how to breathe.

not to mention the euphoric feeling of your core settled so perfectly above his aching erection. gods you were getting more soaked than a river..

Astarion leans in a little, those fingers you fantasise about coming up to brush some hair behind your ear. "are you going to kiss me, or do i have to find someone else for tonight?" his voice low and teasing – a gentle twinge of impatience laced in.

the thought of him with anyone else tonight? you didn't have to be asked twice.

a pleased sound leaves his lips as yours mold themselves to his, his hands coming up to cup your face as you kiss him. gods above, his lips were even softer than they looked.

your hands trail from his shoulders to his neck, a soft moan coming from you as you lay back, pulling him above you as he deepens the kiss. you barely felt the slight ache in your back when it hits the dock, with the way his lips were devouring yours, you couldn't focus on anything else.

you gently tug on the hair at the nape pf his neck, his lips parting from yours with a pleasured gasp. your lips twitch at the sight of his slightly pleasure furrowed brows — and to test the waters, you tug again, eyes closely watching the way his eyes flutter shut as you pull his lips back down by his hair. noted, you think to yourself.

you aren't the only tease tonight, a surprised moan leaving your lips as Astarion nudges one of his knees between your thighs, putting pressure just where you need it most. he grins into the kiss, as if he just scored a point.

"been wanting this for a while," you manage to get out between his lips. he teasingly bites down on your lower lip.

"what were you waiting for?" he asks, and you can tell from the tone in his voice that he's been waiting for this. he tugs your tunic over your head, tossing it aside with your armor. he tugs his own tunic off as well, throwing it off to the side.

you nip his lower lip, pulling back to look at him — and you find yourself drowning in his gorgeous red eyes. "honestly i have no damn idea," you whisper, one hand travelling his soft, naked waist — the other pulling his lips back against yours with a tug of his hair..

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A fallen King

Camelot was burning.

Sonic swore under his breath, Galahad squirming in one arm as Lancelot's hand dragged Sonic by the other. "Lance, I've got to go back..”

"Si-Love." The dark knight, apparently unslowed by the arrow still protruding from his chest, spun around with a dark look in his eye. "For once in your life, love. Do as I tell you."

Sonic skidded to a halt, looking back over his shoulder. "My people. Our comrades. We've left everyone!"

"Yes, my love. It is…rather too late. We must live to fight another day." Lancelot's tone was matter-of-fact, even resigned. His expression was anything but. "I pray, please, live. Save our son."

"I'm not the one who's about to collapse in exhaustion." Sonic glared up at him, hoping the firmness of his tone could make up for how short he was compared to the other knight. "I'm not the one who needs to save his energy."

Lancelot gave him a weak smile.

"We'll both get through this," Sonic insisted. He glanced down at Galahad, who was sucking his thumb and staring up at him with wide eyes. "All three of us.”

"Whatever you say, my King." Lancelot smiled. "Keep it to that."

"Trust me."

Sonic kept himself close to Lancelot as they fled Camelot. His mind kept flashing back to their friends, to the other knig-

Lancelot's sudden stop yanked him out of his thoughts.

"Lance? What's wro-"

"Traitor." The snarled word told Sonic all he needed to know. Before them stood a green hawk, spinning his twin wing blades with a smirk on his face. Lamorak.

"Knew you were too smart for your own good, Lancelot." He chuckled. "Made a break for it the second you could, huh?"

"My loyalty is to the king first." Lancelot drew his sword. “You?"

"Did you know," Lamorak began, "that Gawain's an ugly crier?"

Lancelot held himself steady, his composure unbroken. Sonic didn't have the same discipline, his eyes going wide in shock.

"That Bat of his died pretty quickly. Shame, I always kinda liked her. You know," his eyes flicked between Sonic and Lancelot, "they always say that love is your strongest weapon. You should have seen Gawain. Weak little nerd was crying like a kid when his head hit the ground. Love," he chuckled again, "What bullshit. It's only there to let you down."

Sonic saw Galahad begin to squirm in his arm, a tiny fist escaping from his swaddling and reaching towards Lancelot. Tears were gathering in the small child's eyes. That broke Sonic out of his shocked stupor, pulling the toddler close to his chest and stroking Galahad's quills as he palmed a loose quill.

"What do you want?" Lancelot's voice was steel.

"Isn't it obvious? Boss man wants all three of you. Don't know why but hey, Fey." The hawk shrugged his shoulders, stilling his wing blades at his side and eyeing the two “So. Who's gonna let me drag your ass back to the castle and Infini-" He barely finished before Sonic's quill lodged itself into the back of his throat, piercing the hawk's brainstem with enough force to sever it. Sonic tugged Lancelot into a sprint, ignoring the black blood dripping from his love's chest as the hedgehog focused on running.

Running. Sprinting. Speed.

Speed was what he could do.

Sonic barely noticed Lancelot directing them, the other knight's firm grip tugging them into a side tunnel before finally coming to a stop and collapsing against the stone wall. The hedgehog paused, glancing around him to take stock. Galahad had fallen asleep, albeit fitfully, against his chest. The young hoglet's face was streaked with tears but he otherwise looked peaceful.

Lancelot was barely conscious, propped up against the stone wall.

"Lance?" Sonic reached towards his lover's shoulder. "You need rest."

"Could." Lancelot's voice was dry, exhausted. "No time. Must get you to safety." His hand blindly reached over, thumbing Sonic's cheek and chin with an unsteady hand. Sonic nuzzled into the touch.

"Lance…"

"Shh." The taller knight slowly shook his head, squeezing Sonic's cheek gently. "We both know." He took a deep breath, sighing through blood-flecked lips. "My love, I must tell you something." The older knight slowly shifted Galahad from Sonic's arms to his own, brushing the side of his son's swaddling. "This is important." The older hedgehog raised a shaking finger to his lips in a gesture of silence, looking up at Sonic with a steady gaze. "Inside his swaddling, a message for you. Read it when you are safe. Take my sword as well." Lancelot pressed Arondight’s sheath into Sonic's spare hand as he took Caliburn.

"My love. Take Galahad, and run. Run. Get him away from this kingdom. He is our son. Our love." His breathing shuddered. "Run, Sonic. Don't look back. Please, you must. Live."

"Lancelot. Don't-" His eyes were going damp, a lump building in his throat.

"Hush. Live for me." The hedgehog pulled him in for a brief kiss. "Please." He tucked Galahad into Sonic's arms. "End of tunnel. Fairy ring. Step in and think of a safe place. Love…"

A laugh drew their attention. A jackal, holding an axe over his shoulder and surrounded by a swarm of monsters, stood at the end of the tunnel. "Well, isn't that touching? Makes you wanna puke, doesn't it?"

Lancelot yanked Sonic, not only pulling the black hedgehog to his feet but also throwing his greatest treasures towards safety. "Run, my love. Run. I will hold him off."

The masked jackal threw his head back in a laugh. "Well, well. Not ready to die just yet, are you?" The monster swarm parted, letting the jackal step forward as a cocky swagger made its way into his step.

"Lancelot-" Sonic began to protest. Lancelot only smiled, giving him a final nod.

"Goodbye, my love. Give our son my love. And run." The knight turned away and drew Caliburn, pointing it at the jackal and his monsters. "And you. Jackal. Our fey blood may share ties, but your tricks are not enough. Come, now." He gave a thin chuckle, his teeth black with blood. "Let us settle this…like DRAGONS!!!"

The final word was said with a roar, as the older hedgehog shed his mortal skin for the last time. A beast, black and crimson, roared a final challenge to the monsters of the Underworld before charging the fey general. Sonic took his chance and ran, clutching Galahad to his chest as he fled, tears streaming from his cheeks. He stepped into the circle-

Tails groaned as he stared at his laptop screen as Amy and Blaze watched over his shoulder, the two of them feeling equally tired and disoriented.

"So," the fox muttered, pinching his eyes shut and giving his head a shake as if to order his thoughts. "Sonic missed your not date-"

"OUR. FRIENDSHIP. BONDING. EXPERIENCE." Amy glared at him. Blaze sighed from behind them, fighting the urge to bang her head against the wall. Tails continued on.

"-friend bonding experience. Then you called me to wake him up but I couldn't cause apparently, he vanished without a trace. And has been for 10 hours." Tails frowned. "Eggman or GUN?"

"Doubt it would be Eggman." Blaze was already scrolling through her phone. "He hasn't mobilized any forces in the past couple of days."

"I can try calling Rouge," Amy offered, already reaching for her communicator. "She would have the best idea if it was GUN."

"Thank you, Ames." Tails was already turning away, starting to gather tools and equipment on his workbench. "I've got a couple trackers on him but knowing Sonic, he's probably far enough away that-"

"We…don't have a clue." Tails admitted it sheepishly, already blushing at Amy's looming glare and the impatient twitch of Blaze's tail.

"You." The pink hedgehog frowned down at him. "You, Mr. I-have-a-gene-sequencer-in-my-shed. Don't know where to look next."

Tails gulped. "I… Well…"

"Gaia be good, at least tell me that it wasn't that nut-job Starline behind this. " The pink hedgehog glared at the yellow fox.

"No, he's been lying low since Surge hit his bunker." Tails muttered, frowning down at his Miles Electric. "But other than that, I just… don't know where to start looking!"

As the three friends tried to figure out their next step, a certain book that had been tucked back onto its bookshelf began to tremble. With short, stuttering jolts, the book began to push its way out of its shelf before tumbling to the floor. The tome's cover flipped open and the pages of the book began to stir in a non-existent wind.

Blaze twitched as a strange chill crawled up her spine. Looking away from the table the group was gathered around, her eyes scanned the room, "Does anybody else feel that… energy?"

Tails and Amy looked over at her curiously. Amy glanced at Tails, frowning slightly, "No? I don't feel anything."

"Yeah, me either, Blaze." Tail’s ears fell back as he put his Miles Electric aside on the table and stepped away. "Why? Is everything okay?"

"I thought I felt a Sol Emerald for a moment there, but that's impossible, they're back in my dimension." She stepped around the table, eyes still roaming the room, "And Sol Energy doesn't feel like this; It's not the same… sensation. It's still familiar somehow. Almost… similar to something I've felt before. Just a different power."

Her senses lead her from the table and towards the house proper, the other two following closely behind. She followed whatever it was that was calling to her until she ended up in the living room where she spotted an old, leather-bound book lying open on the floor, pages fluttering back and forth without any wind.

"What the…?"

The group carefully approached the book, with Tails moving to examine it, "That's strange… Why is this book-"

Blaze stopped him with a paw on his shoulder, "Careful."

"Why, what's wrong?" He turned to look at her, ears flattening in concern at how still Blaze was.

"Whatever this is, it's coming from that book."

Amy frowned, picking up a broomstick and using the handle to poke at the cover of the book, "This thing? It's just some weird old tome Sonic has had for years. I'm pretty sure I remember seeing it back at his old place at Green Hill."

"It wouldn't have started doing this for no reason though, right?" Tails pointed out, glancing at Blaze, "So do you think that maybe…"

"Something to do with Sonic's disappearance, or a result of it. That's my best guess."

Amy let out a frustrated sigh, her grip on the broomstick tightening, "Ugh. Fine. Let's see what this stupid thing -" She squeaked as the book jumped into the air and began hovering. "What in the-?!"

Blaze grabbed Amy and pulled her behind her, summoning a fireball to her palm. Tails quickly pulled out his miles electric.

"What the heck is happening right now?" He squeaked as the pages of the book flew from the tome and began swirling in the air.

"That's what I'd like to know." Blaze growled.

The book started glowing brightly, forcing the trio to cover their eyes. When the light faded, the group was able to see that the pages of the book were now floating down to the floor. As their vision cleared, they were able to make out someone standing there, leaning on a long sword. A moment later they were able to see exactly who stood before them, it was…

"Sonic?!" Amy yelped, her eyes widening and almost popping out of her skull.

"…Sonic?" Tails mumbled, blinking as his brain came to a screeching halt. The blue hedgehog before them certainly resembled their friend in several aspects. Similar height, similar facial structure, and the same fur color. Yet there were quite a few differences as well. His attire was the biggest change, dressed in what seemed like medieval-style armor that Tails was positive Sonic had never worn. He wore a gauntlet on one hand, and his ear was also pierced with a golden loop that Amy had never seen Sonic wear.

But the most obvious thing was what was held in one arm; a child, clearly younger than a year old. A small bundle wrapped in what appeared to be purple cloth with light purple swirls.

"Sonic?" Blaze called out, letting her flames dissipate.

At the sound of their voices, the blue hedgehog stirred, eyes blinking open tiredly before looking towards them.

"…Is this a dream?" He muttered, gaze going from one person to the next. "There is no way this could be real…"

Sonic dropped the sword on the ground with a clatter and collapsed to his knees. "It can't be."

Tail's brain seemed to catch up with reality again and he jumped forward, grabbing onto Sonic's shoulders and helping the blue hedgehog steady himself.

"Sonic! Are you alright?"

Sonic glanced up at the fox and gave him a soft smile. "Tails?" His eyes then wandered past the three of them, taking in his surroundings. As his eyes caught sight of the walls of the room, he stiffened up a bit, "If this is a dream, I wish it would end. How cruel. To offer a glimpse of what could have been… to dangle a hope in front of me, but then snatch it away the moment I grab on." His voice hitched slightly as he tried to stand, stumbling again. Both Tails and Blaze rushed to keep him from falling over, "If this is one of Infinite's illusions, please! Let it end. I can't-"

"Sonic, what are you talking about?!" Amy rushed over, taking him from Blaze and guiding him to a nearby couch. "What's happened? Are you okay?!"

He shook his head, still delirious. "No. This can't be… It's just a trick. A cruel and horrid trick. Tails, Amy… Blaze…" He suddenly slumped over, body leaning forward covering the child in his arms.

"Sonic!" Amy's outburst caused the child in his arms to stir and then wake up with a loud wail. The pink hedgehog blinked, "Shit." She gently moved Sonic's arms away from the kid and pulled the small bundle into her arms, cradling the little one and hushing it soothingly, "It's okay, shh." She brushed at the kid's mane of silver-white quills, and gently rocked them back and forth. The child hiccuped as the tears started to subside, wide eyes looking up at Amy in curiosity, reaching up at her with both hands.

Amy let out a soft 'aw' in response.

"Where did… Where did the baby come from?" Tails leaned in closer, looking down at the young child as it babbled up at Amy, tiny furred hand wrapping around one of Amy's quills and tugging gently.

"It's been 24 hours for us…" Blaze mumbled, looking over the unconscious Sonic with a frown, "But apparently, a lot longer for Sonic. He seems… older, more experienced. But I wonder how long he was gone, for him?"

Tails tilted his head slightly, frowning as he considered the possibilities. "…I'll do a full scan as soon as we get him to the lab, for now-" Tails jumped a bit as the book's pages flew back into a stack before landing on the book itself, the book snapping shut before dropping on the ground with a thump. The little one in Amy's arms was instantly distracted by the sudden movement, green eyes staring over at the book with a wide-eyed look of curiosity.

"…let's just get him to the lab, I can run the tests there." The fox muttered, gathering the book under his arm and joined Blaze in carrying the unconscious hedgehog through to the hangar and to Tail’s workspace.

Tails stared at the DNA results as the two girls sat nearby, playing withthan little hoglet. His tails twitched behind him.

"Guys." Tails slowly turned away from the screen, tapping on his Miles Electric. "You need to look at this."

Blaze moved the child from her lap into Amy's arms before walking over to stand behind Tails.

"What is it?"

Tails turned the screen towards her, "DNA results. I'm no expert at biology, but the computer says the baby and Sonic have a parental relationship. Which means…"

Amy had both a look of awe and annoyance at once, "It's Sonic's kid?!"

"Yeah. Apparently, Sonic has been…gone for more than 24 hours. A lot longer, from what I can tell."

"Time dilation. Must have to do with wherever that book sent him."

"And if it sent him there, then there's no telling if this child is from… this time. Or whatever time frame he was in while he was gone."

"…Can we stop acting like there is a nuclear bomb in the room and get to the most important question!?"

The two turned towards Amy who was glaring at both of them, an accusatory finger pointed at them, "Who's the mother?!"

Blaze frowned, "Isn't that Sonic's business?"

"Like hell it is! I've spent a long time crushing on this guy, I think I deserve to know who his baby mama is!"

Tails winced, "You might not want to know…" He mumbled, pulling the second DNA result up.

"Try me!" Amy marched forward, marching past Blaze who was pinching her nose ridge at Amy's choice of words, "I can take it."

Tails spun the screen toward her, his own grim look giving way to a worried and concerned one.

Amy blinked.

Squinted. Rubbed at her eyes. Re-read. Glanced back and forth between the little baby in her arms and the sleeping blue hedgehog. Slowly turned her head towards Tails. Turned back towards Sonic. Back to Tails. Baby. Sonic. Baby. Tails. Sonic. Baby.

"…Excuse me?" Her voice went up several octaves as her eyes widened even further, a furious blush building in her cheeks. "No, wait, hold on-"

Shadow was not having a very good day. That much was obvious. First, he woke to find that Rouge had used the last of his coffee beans to make a pot for herself (she knew better than to use his special blend, but the bat did love his taste in coffee). Then he found out that the GUN supply office had messed up his supply paperwork so instead of getting an easy day of little paperwork and training, he was stuck doing double entry paperwork, explaining the situation and then trying to help fix it. Now his private comms were being blown up by frantic messages from Amy Rose, of all people.

Don't get him wrong, he didn't mind the girl but she could be… a lot. And the sheer amount of messages, along with their lack of clarity, didn't do much to help his already growing headache. But something told him, just from the sheer number of messages, that this wasn't something that she wanted to say over a comm channel.

Or Rouge was pranking him.

That could happen. It had happened. Shadow made a mental note to get his revenge on Rouge later, preferably when she couldn't retaliate. But until then…

The Ultimate Lifeform groaned and reached for his comms, taking a deep breath before flipping it open. "Amy. What is going on?"

"SHADOW!" Her voice seemed to wobble on the verge of tears, her next words a desperate plea, "Come to Tail’s place on the coastline. I-It's important!" Her comm cut out.

"…That was one way to get my attention," he muttered, looking over the horizon to where he knew the fox's coastal abode was before letting out a sigh. "Guess I better go see what the commotion is." A quick message to Commander Tower that he would be stepping away from the office to deal with an unknown Sonic related situation, and Shadow snapped his fingers for Omega's attention.

"Omega, with me. Apparently, the pink one requires our assistance."

"Mission?” The robot straightened up, the weapon system in his arms spinning as he tilted his head.

"Not sure yet. We will find out when we arrive. Tail’s place on the coast. Ready?"

The two of them took off, in a blur of black, red, and gold, kicking up a massive amount of dust in their wake. "Mission accepted. Entering escort mode."

"Less escort, more assistance." Shadow corrected. "We don't know what's waiting for us." The two of them settled into a steady pace, approaching the cliff-side workshop of the fox as the sun sank into the horizon. The Ultimate Lifeform scowled, feeling his worry deepen. Amy only acted this desperate if something was really wrong with the hedgehog, especially since he knew the annoyance had only been missing for a day. He doubted that this was a kidnapping situation. Still, he didn't want to take any chances, a sentiment echoed by Omega as the two members of team DARK landed in the driveway.

"Engaging sentry subroutines." Omega's optics whirled, the robot scanning the front door. "No heat signatures detected at primary residence, secondary location indicates five lifeforms."

"Five?" Shadow grunted. That meant Tails, the cat, Amy, Sonic, and… Omega stated it was five lifeforms.

The robot behind him hummed for a second. "Unidentified signature. Small."

Shadow frowned. "How small?"

"Infantile levels." The robot replied, "Uninteresting combat target."

"Well, that's not concerning at all," Shadow sighed, pinching his nose as the door slid open. There was a flash of pink and then a hand snagged Shadow and dragged him inside. The hedgehog yanked his arm free and glared at the pink hedgehog, who seemed to be fighting tears.

"Pleasetreathimwell-" She said in a rush, Shadow unable to decipher any of the words in her sentence. Amy sniffled and gently thrust something into his arms.

The Ultimate Lifeform looked down into green eyes that looked back up at him, with a tuft of white quills covering his forehead before he couldn't stop the words that slipped from his mouth.

"…What the actual fuck?"

"OK, let's try this again. So. You're telling me," Shadow's eyes had yet to move from the child in his arms, the small one gazing up at him with eyes wide and curious. "That the idiot vanished for less than twenty-four hours, only to return with a hoglet that is at least a year old?!"

Shadow was having a hard time believing what he was being told. Granted, he believed that it had happened, it wasn't really something they could make up if they tried. But…

"The child bears a familial relationship to Sonic, according to DNA tests." Blaze gently prodded, moving to stand beside the chair that Shadow was sitting in. The black hedgehog frowned, gently bouncing the child in his arms as its small nose twitched at him. That couldn't be right, could it? The child looked like a certain blue buffoon he had the misfortune of saving the world with on more than one occasion. But the markings were throwing him for a loop. Those… white tufts of fur weren't at all anything he had seen on a hedgehog before. And the child's markings were different from any of their group. But the eyes were too green to be anyone's other than Sonic's, and the tan on the muzzle… even if the markings were unfamiliar. That just raised questions, questions that needed answering. Shadow sighed, "Do we at least know who the mother is? Since he's apparently been gone for… how long?"

Tails rubbed the back of his neck, "A few years at the very least, judging by this guy's age. That's only considering Sonic's personal perception of time." He let out a slow sigh, "As for the mother… well…"

Amy let out a quick hiccup from behind Blaze, her hands moving to grab at the princess' shoulder and squeezing tightly. "You don't want to know…" She mumbled, voice wet and weak.

Shadow gave her a glare over the child's head, noting how the little one curled into his arms more. "Don't keep me in suspense Fox." His voice was cold, brokering no argument, "I've been patient long enough. Who is it?"

"You!" Amy wailed. "You're the mom! At least, that's what the DNA results say!"

"…Excuse me?" Shadow stared up at her, his ears slowly folding against his head as he stared down at the child in his arms. "What the hell do you mean it's me?! I can't be-"

"Well…" Tails rubbed the back of his neck, "According to the DNA test. He's definitely related to you and Sonic, so… it has to be one of you. And we know it isn't Sonic because he's male."

"I'm also male, or have you forgotten that?" Shadow rolled his eyes, still rocking the young child in his arms. "How the hell am I supposed to be the mother here?"

He glanced down at the infant in question, only to notice that the small child was not only looking up at him but seemed to be frowning at him. Shadow felt his quills slowly settle flat on his back. It was like something deep in the hedgehog's soul was stirring, itching at him in a way that was completely new to him. "Well, they are sorta cute." He muttered, his frown softening a bit.

"Yeah, and they've got your level of glares." Tails snickered, pulling his tails in closer and tapping at his Miles Electric. "How old do you think they are? Less than a year for sure, but still… They have a full head of quills…"

"…Six to nine months would be my guess." Shadow muttered, reluctantly handing the child off to Blaze who had offered her arms. She held the child expertly, far more confidently than he had. She seemed at ease with the little bundle in her arms, letting the child play with one of her fingers.

"This is certainly a strange situation. But until he wakes up, we can't really do much of anything." Blaze looked down at the child with a small, fond smile, "They are rather cute, aren't they?"

"Sonic will come around, eventually. And hopefully, when he wakes up, he'll have some answers for us." Tails gave a wide yawn, shaking his head quickly. "Man, it's been a long day. I'm beat."

Shadow's eyes narrowed at the mention of the time, looking at the clock on the wall and standing up. "I'm late. I still have paperwork to do tonight." He swore under his breath, noticing his phone going off as he spoke. He pulled it out, glancing at the caller ID and wincing. Rouge, of course it was Rouge. With a heavy sigh, the black hedgehog answered it. "Rouge. What can I do for you?"

"Let me in. I want to see the baby."

"WHAT?!" Shadow spun, hissing at the laughing bat. "How did you find out this fast?!"

She only laughed louder in response. "Oh darling, there are no secrets that I can't find, you of all people should know that. Besides, Omega's been live streaming everything to me. That baby is just the cutest thing ever!"

"The fuck Omega what is wrong with you?!" Shadow snarled, glaring over his shoulder at the robot.

Omega gave him a mechanical shrug, "Target known as Rouge the Bat is registered as family unit. Shared data when requested."

"…Fuck you both, I hate you. All of you. Including Sonic for… for whatever happened!" Shadow snapped, before glaring at the window that was sliding open, an equally smug bat on the other side. "No! No way Rouge. I am not letting you in here-"

She was already slipping in out of his grip, fluttering over the group's heads with a smirk. "Come on Shadow, why wouldn't you let your dear friend and teammate Rouge in-?"

"Oh my gosh!" Rouge's voice suddenly became high pitched and squealing, the bat descending on the bundle of cloth and white quills that Blaze held in her arms. "Oh my gosh. Oh my goodness. Hi there, precious!" Rouge let out a laugh, gently caressing the infant's head with the tip of a gloved finger. Her smile turned into a full grin as she looked up at Shadow. "They have your markings, dear. Isn't that the sweetest?"

"They are Sonic's child," Shadow grunted, his eyes darting between the child and Rouge, before the corners of his lips dipped down in another frown. "What do you mean, they have my markings?"

Rouge blinked, before her gaze moved over his face and arms before looking back down at the child. "You mean… Oh, dear. Those stripes are faded, aren't they?"

"Faded?" Shadow leaned a bit closer, ignoring the snickering from Tails in the background. "What do you mean by… oh."

The patterns on the child's arms and legs, with a little effort, one could realize that they were stripes. Very, very faint and faded, but still the familiar stripe pattern that Shadow knew well.

"Oh." Shadow muttered, not knowing how to feel about the whole situation. "This is going to be a bit awkward isn't it?"

Tails was laughing and Shadow could even hear Omega's voice under the snickering. "Hysterics, current events indicate a 90 percent chance of total chaos and disaster." The bot announced, the slight warble in his voice giving away the AI's amusement.

"…Not. One. Word." The black hedgehog snarled, eyes glowing in irritation. "From any of you. Not. One. Single. Word."

He would figure this out, and when he did, he would deal with it accordingly. Starting with murdering a certain blue buffoon who was currently still out cold in the medical bay. Shadow didn't care where he had gone, or what had happened. This was all Sonic's fault. He just knew it. It was always Sonic's fault. Or Eggman's. And this had way too much Sonic in it to be Eggman's doing.

There was going to be a dead hedgehog after Shadow got through with him. That was a promise.

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YANDERE LAW X READER

Note: You never escape this man. He will get you no matter what. You will die.

You opened your eyes to see you were in a ship. You can't remember what happened. You were on a bed, and you tried to get up.

But you were hand cuff, wrapped around your wrist. You tried to pull them off, but "you know if you pulled your arm hard, it will start to bleed"

You looked to see a man sitting at his chair. You ignored him. Then the chain broke, and you finally free your hand.

Law was surprised and walked toward you, "I know you don't know me, my name is trafalgar D. Water law," he said.

You were shocked, you heard his name. "So what your name?" Law question, you didn't say anything. Law took out his sword and put on your neck.

"Name"

"(Y/N)(L/N)..." You said with a shaking voice. You only know your name. Law smirk, "Where am I?" You question. "Don't you remember? You were one of my crew members. And I'm your captain. You were knocked out from the battle"

You were his crew members? And you knock out?

So many questions. "Here I brought you some food," said law as he gives you some food. With fish steak, bread, and roast beef.

You grabbed a fork and started eating. The food tasted wired and different, Law sit next to you and pat your head.

"Eat every lat food you eat can't let the food be a waste isn't?" Said law, you keep eating, not even miss each food.

But you keep questioning yourself, why were you hand cuff when you woke up? Is there something that law was hiding? Is he really your captain?

There are so many questions, but you try to ignore them. After you finish the food, Law gives you medium pills.

"What this?" You asked law, he looked at. "This? This helps you to feel better and make sure you use it, " he said.

You take a pill and swallow it. You felt wired for some point, "Now you should take some rest for now" said law.

You nodded your head when you were sleeping. You were having some weird dreams.

'P-please... leave me - ALONE!...'

A voice cried.

'You know the rules, darling, you belong to me. Not anyone'

'Law voice?' You thought

'*hic* I wanna go... h-home...'

'Home? you already got home'

'N-no...'

'Don't worry, this won't a pit'

'AAAAAA!!!!!!!!!'

You woke up, and you were sweating. 'It just a dream,' you said to yourself, as you falsleep.

You didn't realize that Law was sitting next to you, watching. He put his hand on your hair and cut a piece of your hair.

Then Law takes out of a small jar and puts your hair in it.

TIMESKIP

And you with law with your check-up health. As law looks at paper of your health, he stops. You felt nervous.

"Is something wrong?" You asked. Law, look at you, "your health has one problem," he said.

"What is it?" You asked, "love, your missing love, but don't worry, it's a fairly common condition. Since your body does not produce love on its own, you should take these pills, " said law.

He gave you a can of pills. You ate the pills, "law, this medium will make me better?" You asked. "Yes," he answered.

You trust law more. He takes care of you, but you keep having this dream. But you realize maybe this dream you are having is just memory?

Every it is, you think law is lying to you?

Like lat times, when we're walking the hallway. You saw Windows doors and see, law cleaning himself.

And you saw he took his cloves out full of blood. Law gets his papers started writing, and you can't see what he is writing.

You went to bed, and then you felt something that someone was hugging you. You look behind you, and it was law. "L-law, what are you doing!?" You asked.

"I just want some cuddle," he said, closing his eyes. Your cheeks came red, "(Y/N), I love you," he wisperd to your ears.

You blush by his words. He is in love with you, and you love him. You thought he wasn't in love with you.

"I-i love... you too, law"

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can I request a Uzui tsuguko reader seeing Uzui like a love/hate brotherly figure? And how Uzui would deal with the 25 years age limit after they take their place as a hashira and awake a mark??

sorry my english sucks 🤡

Sorry posts are taking so long a family member is very sick. I was so close to crying while writing this.

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"Hey, your forms wrong... again. " Tengen commented as he sat on the engawa eating sweet potatoes that Rengoku brought over for you.

key words: For You.

"Show me then instead of being an asshole and watching. Your supposed to be teaching me aren't you?" You sassed back, dropping your sword to take a break. Looking over to him you take notice of what he's eating.

"HEY THOSE ARE MINE." You took off in a sprint to get to him.

Tengen ran into the house with you hot on his tail.

Makio stopped the both of you and scolded you like children and when she was done she made you both face the wall and sitting in the corner.

This happened often before tengen retired and you took his place.

The first mission you went on you encountered and lower moon and gained your mark. (let's say muzan didn't kill them after Rui died)

Tengen was devastated, he practically forced you to retire

So we're Hina, Suma and Makio

You were 20

They made sure your last 5 years were the best of your life

When you turned 24 Suma cried a lot, Makio fussed less and Hina... Was Hina

Tengen talked to you for as long as he could everyday

The wanted you to know that you were loved up until you final moments

The day on your 25th birthday you woke up to the 4 of them surrounding you, each with smiles on their faces.

"Happy birthday" they said in unison.

'Ok not creepy at all' you thought to yourself as you try and sit up but your body felt heavier than usual. Must be the effects of the mark.

Makio and Suma are closest to you and held you up.

"Thank you. So what's on today's agenda?"

"Nothing much seems like your not up to it anyway." Tengen could hear the way your bones ached as you moved.

The day moved by quickly, too quickly for Tengens liking.

You ate, you laughed, you cried and now it was time to go to sleep.

Walking to your room you knew you were walking to your death bed. It felt weird but with the Uzui family behind you it felt comforting.

They tuck you in to bed and just as you were about to say goodnight Suma jumped on you.

"I-i don't want you to go to sleep Y/n. Stay awake please." She pleaded into your chest.

Makio was second. She couldn't even say anything, she was crying to hard.

Hina and Tengen tried to stand firm but broke at the sight of you crying and hugging them as well.

They couldn't bare to say goodbye that night and instead got their futons to sleep in the same room.

Tengen heard your heart stop.

Alt End

The say if your 25th birthday Tengen noticed you weren't up for breakfast and went to check on you.

*knock knock*

"Y/n.... You up?" He opened the door to see you peacefully sleeping on your side with 4 notes in your hand close to your face, each dressed to the members of the house.

Tengen slowly walked to your bedside and placed a hand on your head. You were cold.

"Y/n" Tengen called in disbelief. "I thought we had 1 more day" He said barely above a whisper.

He stood there until his wife's called for him.

It's a bad a for rain.

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For Your Safety - Alberu/Reader

a/n: this is like writing practice. I want to write more soft yandere fics but I can't so I'm trying to get a feel for it. Tips and advice are appreciated hehe, just note that I'm not a fan of overly violent yandere's

tags: male reader, fiance reader, yandere Alberu, hints of isolation, hints of possessiveness, nothing too bad, very self-indulgent

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are currently closed but my ask are still open (read pinned)

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Alberu is kneeling. The future king of the Roan Kingdom, the most promising kingdom right now, is kneeling while hugging someone’s leg.

Your leg

You’re the only one who can bring such a powerful man to his knees. The only one whose ground every step he will worship.

The love of his life.

Everyone knows of this. They know just how much the crown prince treasures you. How he will do anything to make you happy.

However, right now he was trying to appease you. Trying to make you do something something you do not like.

“I can fight too! I can also wield a sword if necessary.”

You tried to argue. Trying to not be swayed by the loving circles your fiance is tracing on your legs. His other hand playing with the ends of your coat.

“I know my love. But it’s better if you stay here. It’s difficult to know what White Star will do once you are out of my sight.”

Alberu argues back and you would have relented by now if he hadn’t been keeping you in his palace for months now.

“But I’m practically on house arrest! I can’t live like this forever!“

You huffed, annoyed at him and his antics.

“It won’t be forever. After everything is settled you’ll be able to go out again.”

‘Under my surveillance of course.’

The crown prince kept the last part to himself. While he understands your need to venture out he honestly thinks that the situation right now is quite fine.

You’re here, under his wing.

Under his watch.

Plus, it’s not as if you need anything or anyone else when you get him. He can provide you with anything you’ll ever want. It’s your right as his fiance.

So stop arguing with him already and stay in his palace like the good boyfriend you are.

“But…”

Your argument did not make it past your lips as he kissed you. Trying to silence you and end this whole argument.

And honestly, it’s working.

You have always been weak when it comes to your fiance. Everyone says that Alberu always adheres to your whims. What they don’t know is that you also always adhere to his.

One kiss and you’re putty in his hands. All of your previous concerns going away.

Just like right now.

Alberu knows this and always uses it to his advantage. 

“Please just stay here? Just for a little while longer?”

The quarter Dark Elf cupped your face with his hands. His previously kneeling figure is now on the bed with you. His legs trapping your own, as if saying that you won’t be able to leave either way.

“...Fine”

You relented and Alberu smiled at you, happy that you now see eye to eye. 

For a moment you think you saw his eyes glimmer with possessiveness. However, it was gone as soon as it arrived, making you think it had been your imagination.

Plus your lover who always has everyone’s best intentions in mind could never look such a way.

…Right?

“Wait does this mean I can’t attend the rewards ceremony?”

You tugged the hem of his coat. Begging for him to say otherwise.

“Don’t worry we’ll attend it together. I’m sure everyone will be even more happy once you grace them with your presence.”

Alberu’s hold moved onto your sides as he kissed your temple and you swear you melted again.

“But do stay by my side love. We suspect White Star will be watching as well.”

To be honest, if it was possible he doesn’t want White Star to even look at you. Even if it’s through a screen. You’re too precious for such a man to lay his vile gaze on.

Alberu’s hold on tightened and you became concerned.

“Love? Are you okay? If you want I won’t attend the rewards ceremony…”

Your fiance loosened his grip on your sides and shook his head. He laid his head on your shoulders, inhaling your scent.

“No no, you must be there. You must stay by my side…”

He reassured you as he continued to hold you in his arms.

“As long as you stay by my side everything would be fine.”

Alberu wasn’t just talking about the upcoming ceremony. It was a vow that he would uphold for as long as you lived.

Aren’t you glad to have such a loving fiance like him?