★Emperor Geto needs an heir
tags: emperor! geto x army general! reader. childhood friends to lovers. banter. mutual pining. angst at first. porn with plot. unprotected sex. breeding kink . smut is actually in this fic. it is not an april fools prank this time✌️
WC: 2.3k
Finally a wave of peace stretched over the horizon like the end of a rainy season, the war against curses had not been a fruitless one. truly the kaisen empire was on the brink of a greatness that the land had never seen before.
the eastern province, where most of the combat occurred had begun its extensive reconstruction, families returning to newly built homes, schools being refurbished, and the communities efforts to help create memorials for those lost. the southern provinces also had a boost in vitality as this year's harvest was far more than plentiful, ranging from all sorts of fruits and wheat.
and yet for emperor suguru, something felt missing—or rather someone. day after day soldiers returned running into the arms of their loved ones, with each battalion returning the ache in his heart growing more intractable.
he would often saunter through the green gardens, high off nostalgia and sorrow. near a flowing river he'd rest his back against it, simply letting the calm atmosphere soothe his mind. above his head, rested two initials dried up with time.
the memory of two children running together, one holding up a stick and determination plastered on their face and the other stumbling as they tried to catch up to them. just as he dared to uncover bits of a memory he held dear, the weight of responsibility and honour came crashing down.
as mindlessly as he came was the same way he left. he sits perched up on his throne scrolls and letters flying faster than he could manage. he turns head to the large pane of stained glass, the hue emitting an interesting yellow.
suguru doesn't even pay attention to the sound of footsteps ricocheting off the marble floors, not even to the hordes of guards exiting the room. he merely assumed a council member wished to speak privately. in his periphery a flash of black and gold robes finally captures his attention.
“one would assume that a person of my calibre would receive a welcoming party.” suguru's head snapping in the direction of the voice, relief crashing over him like a wave.
“you assume wrong.” he taunts, your steps getting closer and closer, stopping just before the carpet ends. your gaze connecting with his.
“well then, it appears my efforts are not being appreciated.”
“clearly your time on the battlefield has done nothing placate that insolence of yours,” suguru cocks his head, an amused smile playing on his lips.
“insolence? i know not of what you speak of, your highness.”
“is that so? you have been here two minutes, and i have yet to receive so much as a bow.”
“pardon my rudeness, i had not recognised that you'd prefer such faux pleasantries.” you bow, your garments brushing against the ground.
“i do not…” he trail off before the two of you burst into contagious laughter, the kind that spurs your lungs to run out of breath.
maintaining distance was something the council had urged him to do, yet to no avail.
suguru steps down from the elevated dais, his arms outstretched in a hug prompting you to reciprocate. a genuine smile craved into his features, his eyes resembling small crescent moons pleased at the sight of his sun.
“arrogance does not suit you, suguru.” your voice muffled by his imperial robes. he lays his head atop yours, a gentle hum rumbling through his chest. his current goal was to just hold you, not to waste anymore precious time participating in meaningless customs.
“are you done now?” you say patting his back.
“no.”
suguru tugs you closer wanting to take in the comfort you brought him, only for it to illicit a small wince from you. he pulls back—hands bee-lining for you arms, pulling the sleeves to look for wounds.
“you’ve been injured…” he sighs, it was no secret that you revelled in the thrill of fighting, so much so that you often disregarded your safety to achieve your goals.
there were countless times where he observed the rigurous training you put your subordinates under. was it harsh? no. through? yes. when it came to preparing the for the battlefield, you left no stone unturned.
from an objective perspective suguru could see why you had earned the title of general. fierce determination, skill, grit and compassion were all traits you possessed, things that made a exemplary army general.
not to mention the way you captivated an audience. on the very rare days he witnessed you fight, he couldnt help but admired the elated expression painted on your face as you cut through hoardes of curses, the way your swordsmanship mimicked a hypnotising dance.
your robes would flutter in the air like a delicate butterfly gliding across a field of flowers, it was like the earth would cease its movements as your attention locks in on your opponent, you twist your blade landing a precise slash on the curse.
however he couldn't deny the great deal of stress it gave him.
lifting you hand, suguru inspects your arm much like how you would survey the quality of your blades, your mouth begins to form an excuse but the glare he gave you was enough to shut up.
“show me. i know you're hiding it.” he grumbles out.
“no need to fret, suguru, the physician was on my next stop from here.” you bat your eyelashes as you attempted to use every trick under the sun to distract him from the open gash on your shoulder.
weakness was something you'd rather not display, even if it was him who got to witness it. “come.” suguru says, his voice calm and soothing.
his hand wraps around yours, gently tugging you down the intricate corridors of the palace, halls that reminded of time where there was no pressure on you two. no pressure to perform just two children running from the head cook's spatula, biscuits in hand.
he pushes the door open, a familiar sight came into view, a canopy bed of red and gold silk sheets, potted plants on the corners and window seals of the room.
moonlight and a dim later were the only things giving the room light. suguru's features only grew more sharper, his hand trailing your waist, hoisting you up and on to the counter.
he opens a drawer pulling a box of supplies you forced him to keep. no matter how busy you were you always managed to worry about him. how ironic considering you did not want your kindness returned.
he twists open a bottle of aloe vera you had an apothecary make, putting it on the counter next to you.
“are you going to tell me where it is or should I find it myself?” he lets out, the intense of his gaze only worsening your ability to maintain composure. your hands slip off half the robe off your shoulder, a long and deep gash from your collar bone to shoulder.
“you can save your chiding for another day, perhaps if I return home with a far more serious injury.” you pull his cheek, earning an amused scoff from you.
the air between you two was growing more stifling by the second, the feeling of cool aloe gel against your skin only served to heighten your awareness of him.
suguru's lips slowly part as he wraps the clean gauze around your shoulder, ensuring his touches were nothing but gentle. luckily for him the room was dark enough to hide the glaringly obvious blush painted across his ears and cheeks.
