a/n: uploaded at 3am not proofread i fear
content: SMUT WITH LITTLE PLOT threesome, belly bulge, cum eating, spitroasting, rough viltrumite sex all around crazy stamina pure filth
With the ship’s preparation for Earth, Kregg finds himself increasingly repulsed by Nolan’s betrayal. He is a Viltrumite. Destruction is crucial to his survival. Perhaps having produced offspring has ruined his resolve. Afterall is it an Earthly temptation. Perhaps it isn’t even the fault of the child but rather the-proximity of a woman that has ruined him. If the issue is proximity, Kregg has defeated it. Kregg has been in your presence for years serving the empire, and you've not spoiled him. Perhaps it isn’t the woman, and it is the human ritual of courtship. If a mere human has entranced a conqueror of worlds, then the question may lie in what capabilities humans have that Viltrumites don’t.
He studies humans' acquiring possibilities. A general must understand his soldier’s weaknesses, and so it comes as no surprise when he approaches you. You’ve been loyal to the Empire sat at the very table as he and Argall. You planned strategy for takeover and so, you shall provide counsel. If something as trivial as affections and coitus have infected Nolan, perhaps it is a bigger foe than previously thought. He orders a test of self-restraint of will. He must know if he will succumb to human sin.
He readies the empty ship and summons you to his quarters.
“General” you salute as you arrive.
“I’ve summoned you to fulfill your duties to the Empire. If the humans have been able to tame such a man of Nolan’s caliber with lust, then I must know that I am able to resist it.”
“What are your orders general?”
“Strip. Remove yourself of your uniform. Act as a human would.”
“Is this not a violation of law?” You ask.
“Show me how disgraceful you can be in the name of the empire.”
You strip nude and place a hand on his face the touch lingers as you whisper into his ear
“Show me your loyalties.”
Your hips sway as you approach the bed. You sit at the edge of the bed as he stands a foot away. There’s no shame in his wandering eyes. No flush of the cheeks or hitch of the breath when you spread your legs. Your pussy glimmers with slick and you don’t miss the way his pulse quickens ever so slightly. You bring your hand to your lips and suck a digit before fingering yourself. The sounds revibrate through the once silent room. You add another finger and rub on your clit as your other hand reaches for a hardened nipple. You make sin look good. The schlick of your fingers and the whimpers have him hardening in his uniform. Your legs shake as you cum and a loud moan leaves your lips and enters his pulsing cock. You pull him by his loin cloth nimble fingers grazing his hardened length. His breath hitches. You stay there gauging his reactions as you harshly press on the tip he lets out a sound. He’s not sure what it is, but he doesn’t pull away. You begin to strip him of his uniform. Precum leaks from his tip you hold it steady examining. He feels the anticipation as you lower yourself to your knees. Your eyes are trained on him as you lick at his tip. He shudders. He doesn’t pull away, not when you give small licks to him aching cock, not when you harshly suck at his sensitive balls, and not when you gag. He tells himself to remain still. Tells himself that his resolve will be rewarded by the empire. He tells himself to remain motionless no matter how badly he wants to thrust himself into your mouth. Tells himself to remain still as he imagines himself fucking your throat. Tells himself his restraint won’t crumble after he lets out a long deep moan upon climax.
The ship smells of sex and sweat. He hears the deep breathing in Kregg’s room. The soft pants of your fucked out mouth. The door opens. You’re on your knees tugging at Kregg as his eyes screw shut.
“So this is where ya wandered off to General”
With enough composure as he can muster voice strong “It’s restraint. I’ve yet to touch her.”
Conquest approaches you lifts you up and places you on the bed and holds your legs open.
“He hasn’t been takin care of ya has he?”
You whimper touch deprived your sex aching.
Conquest spits on your pussy and his broad fingers rub small circles on your clit as he increases the pressure. Kregg notices you’re much more vocal and that sends need rushing towards his cock. He watches Conquest intently analyzing his next move. Watches how he lines his girth into your folds. Watches how he slowly pushes in and how your cunt clenches. Conquest bottoms out burly frame hovering over yours a deep groan escaping his lips. Conquest stays there and it isn’t until then does Kregg realize he’s been fisting himself.
Conquest stays still and moves ever so slightly. The adjustments border on pleasure and pain. A man of his size has you full. Belly bulge on display Conquest knows that his pleasure is approaching a high. Your pussy pulses around him as your slick gathers at the base of his cock. Every movement has him sensitive. He gently fucks you on his cock the pace slow but the size brutal. You’re a babbling mess, tears staining your cheeks.
“Don’t cry, you’re taking it so well. Aren’t you?”
You scratch at his back. Nail marks litter his skin as he spills into you with a loud groan. He stays plugged for a moment or two. He pulls out watching the cum spill out and onto the bed.
You look at Kregg. His cheeks are flushed and his hand glimmers with cum. He’s a wreck of a man.
“Clean me up”
He stares at you eyebrows raised body unmoving.
“That’s an order General.”
He feels his feet move before his mind does. Feels his lips part before his knees hit the ground. He feels his mouth latch onto your wetness before he’s able to question his dedication. He holds your legs in place as he tastes you. Conquest is still there uncharacteristically gentle as he wipes your tears. Kregg looks up from between your legs juices dripping down his chin and it’s the sight of a man who’d been pushed too hard that has you reeling over the edge. He watches your eyes shut in blinding pleasure and then he feels his release. His cum marks the sheets.
Kregg looks at your fucked out figure. Marks adorn your body a fine handprint where Conquest had gripped your hips, puffed pussy from his tongue his eyes turn to the scratches on the other man. Kregg doesn’t have a mark from you. Nothing to tell him you were there besides the taste of cum on his tongue. He’d been a starved man. He finds himself becoming a jealous man. Envious that his resolve was a virtue when he could’ve felt you clenching around him. If you were a lesser woman your stamina would’ve depleted. He hears how your heart is steady your breath calm and then he places a searing kiss on your lips. The action has you chasing his lips for more until he pulls away.
“I want you to please your fellow soldier. On all fours.”
Conquest softly slaps his tip on your mouth you open. Kregg admires the arch in your back a new angle to admire you in as he nudges the head of his cock into your tightness. You pant and Conquest’s length falls out of your mouth. He begins to stroke himself as Kregg thrusts into you. Kregg slows his pace at the realization. He pulls your back to his chest and grabs your chin. You’re a mess of sounds each one pushing the men to a new peak.
Kregg whispers into your ear thrusts now stopped.
“Did I tell you to stop pleasing him?” you shake your head no words lodged in your throat
A slam of his hips.
“Words.”
“N-n-no" You stutter voice weak.
“Then prove your loyalties” He says trailing bite marks down your neck.
A pause.
Another slam.
He puts you on all fours again and Conquest holds his cock out waiting for you to suck.
Your pressure on Conquest intensifies as Kregg continues his brutal pace. You bob your head up and down as you explore every vein. Your tongue travels down and sucks his balls and back up to the tip where he places his hands in your hair holding you as he cums in your mouth. His chest rises and falls as he watches the way your throat swallows. His fingers brush your lips as Kregg’s fingers pinch at your nipples. Kregg relents and focuses on your clit. It takes one more thrust for his balls to tighten and release. You feel warm all over. Exhausted. You lay there, breathing steadily as Conquest pulls you closer to him.
a/n: jason bittersweetness this is basically how my ex broke up with me lol
“I wanted to see you” he swallows, his voice slightly unsteady “tell you in person”
You’re standing outside your house. He’s scared that if he goes in he won’t make it back out. He settles for standing in the coldness of the night. His ears are pink from the chill.
“I’m sorry for putting you through this. Sorry, for thinking I could handle this when I couldn’t. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
“I- You, weren’t wasting my time there was nowhere else I wanted to be.”
He hears the wobble in your voice and the strength it takes for you to speak without crying. He takes a deep breath before he continues. You’re a step away from each other, but the distance he’s built before this, feels like a canyon. You stand there lump in your throat the feeling heavy.
“It just- It feels like a cycle and I’m tired of putting you through it. I’m not good. I weigh you down I don’t handle things correctly. I push you away and you just I know-” his voice breaks. “that you deserve better.”
Your voice hardly a whisper scared of making the disappointment palpable. “Then... why couldn’t you be that for me?”
He shakes his head “You were never gonna get that from me. I tried I- I just don’t know how. Look you did nothing wrong. I want you to know that.” He grabs your face and tucks your hair behind your ears. He looks at you like you’re not real. Like you’re all the good in the world and that is exactly why he can’t hold you. Theres a softness in his eyes and a vulnerability in them you’ve never been quite able to soothe. Looking at him is intimate in all the ways you may never experience again. The tears escape you. He moves a fingertip over them, brushing them away and engulfs you in a hug. His gentleness has a cruelty to it. Maybe things would be better if he yelled if you hated each other, but you don’t- could never.
“I wish you could see yourself the way wish you could see yourself the way I see you”
It’s mean it’s abrupt.
“Maybe if you didn’t breakup with me”
He bends down eye level “It’s not your fault I need you to understand this. Please. Please say it.” He’s begging now pleading for your reassurance; you’re not sure if it’s to comfort you or his conscious. You hold your breath and his expectant look doesn’t waver it makes you falter. “It’s” a pause “not my fault” your voice feels weak. As if the admission were draining. He straightens up and stares down at you taking you in. The slope of your nose, your wet eyelashes, mouth deeply inhaling and exhaling for a sense of composure, cheeks rosy from tears the faint glimmer where the tears glided down, this breaks him. But he can’t stay; he knows it. Loving him isn’t safe. He knows he’s selfish for making the choice for you but he knows he's right.
“Jay” you ask voice so tiny he’d think it was a whisper of the wind.
“Can we kiss?” His heart stops. He thinks it over for a second and decides he’ll be selfish one last time. He can't let you go without remembering how you feel. The kiss is soft a contradiction to tonight’s cruelties. He feels your tears and his mingle into the kiss. You stay there lips interlocked for what you wish would be always. You become restless. Kissing him with pressure. You hope it’s enough pressure for him to weigh out his decision. The kisses escalate somehow aware that these may be the last kisses you’ll receive. Your lips are greedy they want to experience it all before he pulls away for what could be forever.
He takes you inside your house. It looks the same but feels foreign the warmth suddenly gone as if he took it with him. The pictures are still up, smiles bright and he feels guilt as he walks you up your stairs and into the bedroom. The bedside picture frame has been turned down. He remembers that day. It’s a picture Dick took you’re smiling in Jason’s hoodie bare faced as you squish your cheek against his. He can still hear your laugh in his ear. He wonders if he’s making a bad decision and considers taking it all back. But you’ve already cried and he can’t pull your heart in every direction. You sit in bed together in silence.
“Jason” you whisper “can you stay the night? Just one last time”
He doesn’t have it in him to say no. He just broke your heart he owes you this. You’re the woman he loves. He can spare his breaking heart another second if it makes yours ache less.
He rests against the headboard your head in his lap as he plays with your hair. You rub circles in his lap. It’s a dead-end attempt at comforting eachother.
“I want to hear your voice.”
He starts simple and speaks into the night. The moon his only witness.
When the sun rose that morning, your heart beat for him and when the sun traded places with the moon he broke it.
You’re the first thing he truly allows himself the pleasure of touching. Even now he conflicted as his raised hand falters. He knows what he is shouldn't be touching who you are. He lifts his hands again and gives your arm a gentle graze. A whisper of a touch. A silent test of whether or not you’ll crumble beneath his touch. He’s ruined everything his fingertips have ever held. He's infectious. His people a plague. He sees it now. Your skin is soft and supple, his ragged and rough. His face has scars while yours has moles; his skin has gashes where yours had scabs. He traces your features and works his way down. The slope of your nose, the taper of your shoulders, the rise and fall of calm breathing. He stops at your knee. There’s a small patch darker than the rest of your skin-a sign of healing. You tell him it’s from the time you ran on the playground in elementary. He didn’t know that there was innocence in pain. He imagines your wild laugh as you bolt through the blacktop and the innocence of the once bloodied bruise. He tells you how he lost his arm. He doesn’t touch you with his metallic arm. He believes it an extension of violence unto you. You’re soft, fragile, and he’s holding you afraid you’ll break. He’s afraid to be Conquest- a purpose born of torment. He was bred in bloodshed, and you are loved in light.
a/n: smut headcanons for when kregg gets on earth that bike does things to me
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who knows his mission is to repopulate the Viltrumite Empire
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who’s first few years on Earth are spent acclimating to human life
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who meets you in some shitty bar while he plays pool with a couple of people from a biking club
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who notices your glances from across the room and invites you to play pool
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who pretends to teach you how to play as he bends you over the pool table slotting his hips behind yours
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who despite his of his mission has not had sex with an Earth woman just yet
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who’s confused the second you drop down to your knees ready to suck him
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who suddenly becomes weak and groans loudly as you sloppily suck him off
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who’s vocal
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who loves to paint your face with his cum
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who frequents the bar and hopes to find you for another late night sexcapade
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who feels like a virgin again at the prospect of all the poses you’ve yet to try
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who nearly loses it when he finds out about doggy ass jiggling as he harshly pulls your hips back into him
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who can’t wait to make it into the house one night and fingers you against his motorcycle in the moonlight
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who loves when you blow cigarette smoke into his face as you ride him soft whines reaching the shell of his ears
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who starts seeing you outside of the bar
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who discovers pinup posters and has them posted on his garage
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who has the great idea for you to become his personal pinup model
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who’s motorcycle gang taught him about porno mags and keeps a nude photo of you in his wallet
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who has a difficult day doing Earth shit and gets off in the restroom to the blurry photo of his tip barely making its way into your sopping pussy your mouth gagged by your panties, nipples hard, and eyes glossy
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who’s a dirty talker as he whispers into your ear “you can take it right?” as he empties inside of you
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who finds it cute whenever you try to run away from his brutal thrusts and is beyond excited once he finds out about bondage
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg loves the sound of your pulse quickening as he puts you through the mattress
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who becomes a sex fiend
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who realizes that he hasn’t thought of procreating with anyone else but you
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who knows that he should have many wives, but you’ve ruined him entirely hopefully the grand regent takes mercy on him?
The bass bumps, music shaking every part of your being as your brow trickles with sweat, lights gleaming down on your heaving chest as the set comes to an end. You weave in and out of the crowd and stop at the water cooler before making your way out to the patio. The energy of the night comes to a standstill as you take a breather in the chilly night.
The silence of the night is broken by the constant movement of patrons entering and exiting. The city never sleeps. The door opens one last time the sound of hard drums escaping dies out with the small clicking of a lighter. The stranger takes a deep breath, exhaling smoke. You both stand still brisk air hair picking up in the wind.
You flip the top of the carton, open patting yourself down for your lighter, and pull it out. You bring the cigarette to your lips lighter, gently hovering at the end of it. You flick the lighter repeatedly, but the flecks of light never come. You turn to the stranger, finally looking at him. His piercings catch a soft glow from the moonlight. You begin to clear your throat lips slightly chapped from the nighttime coldness.
“Do you have a light?” you ask softly.
He looks at you and motions you to stand closer to him. Your cigarette loosely hangs in your mouth as you wait for him to pass you a light; that never comes. Without a word, he lowers himself to your level. Eyes meeting as he uses the end of his cigarette to light yours. He stays there for a brief second that encapsulates eternity and pulls away. You take a long drag as he watches the exhaled smoke curl around your face.
“Thank you” you whisper voice struggling to find itself after the gesture.
a/n: headcanons inspired by "the rock show" by blink 182 mohawk mark x alt!reader one thousand percent self-indulgent as an alt girly myself mentions of smoking, mention of body mods, smut towards the bottom
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's THAT guy in the pit who absolutely looks for people to beat the fuck out of
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's surprised when a force meets with his neck and connects with his jaw
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's even more surprised to see that reader windmilled his breath straight out his throat
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's eyes follow your every move since then
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who steps outside the venue for a break and sees you lighting up.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who asks for a cig and you oblige. he takes a deep drag and smiles a bit when you apologize for rocking his shit
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who starts recognizing you at shows
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who enjoys his post show routine of sharing cigs and small chat with you
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who is pleasantly surprised when you start approaching him outside of your regular smoke breaks
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who loves that you have music in common
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who enjoys seeing how you switch up your clothing and makeup looks
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who wants to be kissed silly by your dark lipstick and wants to see your goth makeup smeared on his pillow as he fucks you in doggy
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! would never admit that he loves it when you compliment him. his hair, battle jacket, piercings, everything gives him such a fat ego
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who you end up gifting a new patch for his battle jacket
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who later ends up protecting you from a crowd killer 5 times your size which lands him a date
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who becomes your boyfriend
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who is an ASSHOLE to everyone but his girlfriend
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who will match a small chunk of his mohawk to your current hair color (he's so smug)
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who helps you dye your hair and loves the view of your kneeling backside towards him as you face towards the tub faucet
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who allows you to practice piercing on him and if it rejects/ gets infected it's no big deal for his viltrumite genes
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who wants to get matching piercings or tattoos
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who gets a custom lighter with a picture of you
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who doesn't dump out his ashtray because he likes the visual of you lip stick-stained cigs
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's a freak and doesn't wait to get home after a good show and ends up fucking you in the car tongue piercing working at your clit
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who eventually gets a tongue split which doesn't last long (viltrumite genes and all) but it was fun while it lasted
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who loves the feeling of you putting out your cigs on him it leaves him panting
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who loves to shotgun smoke while he's balls deep inside you warm smoke passing from your lips and to his
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who never lets you roll up and never buys you prerolls ITS ALL HIM
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who loves your piercings. loves the way your body jewelry catches in the light but is obsessed with the glimmer it catches surrounded by his cum
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's so down bad for his girl
summary: marks a simple man really 4 different times mark talks about loving you and that damn dog
a/n: it was originally science dog in the comics! pretty freaking happy with this piece muah
Mark remembers growing up with you and Seance Dog. God the number of artists, runs, and retcons you’ve experienced together. You can’t help but giggle every time he uses Seance Dog as a measure of your time together. It’s something innocent and intimate being reminded that you’ve loved all versions of Mark.
The first time it happens is during a bake session with Debbie. Mark lays on the couch the sound of soft talking from the tv as he tries not to doze off. If you had a penny for every time Debbie spoke on you and young Mark well, you’d be filthy rich. You suppose you’re rich in other ways. While you beat the batter, she pulls out a cookie tray from the oven the smell wafting in the air. She takes off her oven mitts her clothes lightly dusted in a layer of flour.
“Do you remember The Snow Ball in middle school? Mark was so nervous to ask you. Sweating bullets. Couldn’t think of a single thing to put on a card to ask and when he did he thought it wasn’t good enough. I swept a whole lot of eraser shavings that week. Know what else, he told me he was gonna wear his lucky Seance Dog socks.”
“Mark honey, do you remember that?”
“Course I do, those were limited edition socks. It was when he went by the name of Science Dog. He was retconned at the time."
The second time he does it is on a double date with Rick and William. Rick is explaining the very moment he confessed to William, who’s looking at him with a soft smile and eyes that do all the talking.
“Man, I remember the day I confessed. I saved up bought us the Seance and Science Dog cross over run and we read it together. You should check it out.”
There goes another double date lost to Seance Dog. Amber wants to introduce you to her newest relationship after a shit round of ex-boyfriends she feels confident about this one. The only problem is you don’t get past much else but his name. As soon as you see Kyle’s shirt, it becomes a personal waiting game of yours to see how long it takes for Mark to mention you. Ten. It takes ten seconds.
“Oh my god you’re a fan?” he says as he motions to Kyle’s shirt
“You know it, I’m guessing you too?”
“Been watching since I was 12”
“What's your favorite run?”
“Gotta be the Filip Schaff run. A classic pick but what can I say my girl got me the omnibus for one of our anniversaries so I’m a little biased.”
You hear the voices swell in excitement as you walk up the stairs to his room. It’s one of those arguments with no real answer. The topic: the Seance Dog video game prequel or the main story. It’s a conversation with poised arguments. They discuss the storyline, the graphics, the score, and even the damn promo.
“Y’know Oliver, you just had to be there. I’m not saying the main game is better or anything, but I’d marry Y/N to that score.”
summary: after thragg's confrontation with the coalition goes awry thragg knows where he needs to be and what he needs to do
thragg x viltrumite!reader
a/n: spoilers for ep 7 might be ooc?? but i'd like to think ALL gruff men are DOWN BAD for their wives the baddest viltrumite is no exception
Thragg has no wife, no children, and no home. He’d sent his wife and heirs away to Earth while he fought- a safety measure to protect Viltrum’s future. He knows your womb has the power of creating the life that Viltrum’s declining numbers depend on; the power of creating new heirs belly swollen with possibility. It is then that he knows he's failed. Failed as a father, emperor, husband. The last word weighs heavy in his chest. His anger mingles with a sort of guilt a servitude, is it? He knows what he must do the moment he finds you.
Thragg is not one to grovel. His pride does not allow his anger does not make it a possibility. It is only you who is able to bring him to his knees. The woman you are and the mother you will be leave a gape in his chest and a tremble in his voice. When he sees you it feels as though his heart has stopped- it's only then he realizes how rapidly his pulse has been. He stands before you a shell of a man and lowers his eyes to meet yours. Your eyes swim with worry and he knows that what comes next will drown him. He gets on his knees kneeling before you. His voice has a slight edge. “My love, I’ve failed. We’ve no land, no people, just will. Our children will have no home because of my failures. For this I feel” he pauses and whispers a shaky breath “remorse.”
The Emperor of Viltrum on his knees before you he does not serve his people he serves you.
“Thragg” you say voice the same as ever-sure as ever. “You may consider today a failure but there is no limit to your merit as Emperor. You will succeed. We will get our justice. We shall prevail; we are without end.”
Thragg knows that this feeling is new. Anger so potent and raw that it elicits a single tear. He feels weak, ashamed, and yet somehow renewed with an insatiable bloodlust he will make it up to you and your children. He is honor-bound.
summary: your arranged marriage leads to your final conversation with knight! jason todd
content: angst?? longing and yearning
“When you are crowned Queen think of me frequently and fondly. Think of the warpath I’ve set ablaze in your honor, and the lives I’ve slain to lay ease to your mind. I do not do what I do for my people. I do it for you, my princess. There is no ruin I would not subject myself to if it was for your sake. And if it is ruin you want Princess, I must ask that my agony does not go unnoticed at the time of your marriage and the years to come after. If I am to be bested in battle, know that I would find my rightful side by you again. And I pray that the gods see my doings, hear my pleas, and would be kind enough to bestow a lifetime of peace in loving you.”
“My dearest Knight Jason, I hold you in the highest regard. I’ve known devotion because I’ve known you. I bask in the joy and tenderness of our time together and wonder how someone so adherent and infinitely bound to the nature of bloodshed is able to dote on me. Jason, I say this with all the love that has ever compelled a living being; there will not be a day where the likes of you do not cross my mind. It is not ruin, I seek Jason. It is the ardent desire I feel for you that is both my becoming and undoing. If you find the gods unkind and the agony of my marriage unbearable know that I take it upon myself to end your misery if you no longer wish to see me. If that is so, allow me to provide a residence on the outskirts of town with the means of living. If I am unable to provide a lifetime of love for you, I shall provide a lifetime of comfort.”
“I shall miss you, Princess. Your love has been my greatest privilege and greatest loss.”
Debbie’s always known. Always known that Mark had loved you longer than he’d even known it. Debbie knows that every first of Mark’s start and continue with you. The first time mark gives you flowers is sometime in pre-school. His sneakers are caked with dirt and as he walks towards the tree you’re sitting at he stumbles over his own feet. He stretches his hand out shyly and asks to be friends. It’s the kind of thing Nolan told him girls like. Safe to say Nolan was right. When Debbie picks him up from school, she sees Mark’s made a friend. The kind of friend who makes matching flower bracelets.
Debbie thinks back to this one time at the playground where Mark in true uncoordinated fashion falls off the monkey bars. What she remembers is how she wasn’t the first at her son’s side-it's you. You give him comfort that makes the wells in his eyes dry and a comfort that makes a tired mom relax. She knows you have Mark’s back.
She thinks about this one Father's Day where he gifts Nolan a card. The card smells of crayon and Mr.Sketch cherry. The card reads in crooked writing and varying sizes “I can’t wait to save the day with you, HAPPY FATHERS DAY –Love Duct Tape man.” It’s the pictures that catch Debbie’s attention. There’s of course an Omniman drawing with comically large muscles carrying Debbie and right next to it is a picture of Duct Tape man colored in gray and silvers with the slight modification to his suit-flowers. It isn’t until later where she finds a picture of Duct Tape man carrying you in a way that mimics Nolan’s card. Nolan tells Debbie its some silly bout of puppy love that Mark will grow out of. Debbie doesn’t think so.
Debbie is always reminded of you when springtime rolls around. You’re the daughter she never had and the girl she always wanted. You’re a breath of fresh air from her rough housing boys. This day is just you and Debbie matching manicures, sun hats, and dress frills fill the house as you enter. Upon entering you see the boys sitting close on the couch waiting for their girls to come home. Nolan greets Debbie with a small peck on the cheek. Mark runs up to you, and he wonders if he should kiss you too. He missed you, waited for you, and thought about you all day if anything, he and Nolan were in the same situation, and he got a kiss. So, Mark, with all his best friend confidence, gives you a big kiss on the cheek. The Grayson parents immediately gasp and await your reaction. You’ve let out a fit of giggles, and Mark can’t help but join as he delightedly asks about your day. So yes, Debbie’s always known.
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