Mutual pining is great, but you know what's even better? Mutual pining where they're both fully aware the feelings are requited, they just can't do anything about it for other reasons. Or maybe they technically could but they've had to choose not to, because of The Circumstances.
Summary: You come to the leader of Toman to help you with your stalker problem| Genre: Fluff| Warning: Mention of stalking | Words: 3.8K
โEx-excuse me, Sano-san?โย
You didnโt feel particularly good about what you were about to do, but given the circumstances, you felt you were left without other options.ย
You felt too self-aware and nervous to look directly at him, but you could tell he slightly turned his head to look at you even without looking.
โDid you say something?โ asked the short blond-haired leader of Toman, and you almost yelped. You wanted to talk to him, but it still caused you great anguish that he replied, forcing you to go on with your plan, โUh, IโฆIโฆwell, you seeโฆโ
The boy remained patient for an admirably long moment while you struggled to find the right words before he suddenly stepped closer to you.ย
โOi! You should look at me when youโre talking to me. I might feel disrespected otherwise,โ he said, sounding beyond casual. Still, the possibility that you might offend a known gang leader was enough threat on its own.
You straightened yourself to your full height and looked at the boy around your age who wore a strangely disinterested look on his face.
Sano Manjiro, the leader of Toman, and the boy, you came to find on a school day forcing yourself to run late, perhaps even skip, watched you with a pair of the most alluring and sad dark eyes you had ever seen.ย
You saw him around before. You knew how he looked when you found him, of course, but seeing his eyes this close caught you off guard.ย
Theyโre pretty, though; youย thought something about their nostalgia speaking to you.
Suddenly, he chuckled, โWhatโs the matter?โ he closed his eyes, and a lazy but pretty grin pulled across his face while he teased you, โForgot what you were going to say?โย
You felt your face catch fire at his words, and your eyes widened, realizing how silly you must have looked. You were already nervous, but now on top of all that, you also felt beyond embarrassed.ย
You slightly bowed and yelled, โIโM SORRY!โ
When you looked back up, he was still there with his hands in his pocket, looking somewhat amused, which didnโt help your face that continued to feel all too warm or the fluttering inside your stomach.ย
You were never good when it came to talking to handsome boys. If it was possible, you would have avoided this interaction completely, butย youย justย couldnโt.ย
โYouโre kinda awkward, huh?โ he asked, and you closed your eyes, fighting the mortifying feeling of embarrassment that he would say something like that out loud to you.ย
It was true. But still!ย
โYeah,โ you admitted quietly before youย finallyย said, โI would like to ask for your help.โ
Mikeyโs leisure posture didnโt change, but you could see the corners of his lips falling a tiny bit, minimizing his smile, โGo on then.โ
You took a deep breath and stuttered over your explanation, wishing you had written it down last night when it occurred to you, you could askย the Invincible Mikeyย for help.ย
The truth was a few months ago, one of your neighbors took an unhealthy interest in you, and the situation had only escalated since then.ย
It started innocently enough, with the boy simply walking you to and from school, attempting to be friendly. You didnโt mind back then and were even thrilled you might have gained a new friend, but things quickly spiraled as he started to make you uncomfortable with his comments about your body and asking you out. You wouldnโt mind him as a friend, but you werenโt interested in anything else. He seemed alright at first, but there were a number of reasons why he wasnโt your type.ย
Initially, you tried to be polite, but with time, you even clearly stated your reasons. It came out rather nervously due to your personality, but at least for once, you stood your ground. However, it seemed like he couldnโt take the hint, and later, he ended up full-on ignoring your protests.ย
โIf you give me more time, Iโll change your mind,โย he said with confidence, making you sick to your stomach since you didnโt want him to try any more than he already did.
You were an anxious person who tried to avoid conflicts and anything too uncomfortable to deal with. So, it seemed natural for you to try and stop interacting with him when you rejected his advances. It would be too awkward otherwise.ย
However, he seemed to disagree. He tried to walk you to and from school and seemed to catch you whenever you went grocery shopping or ran some other errands.ย
At first, it was uncomfortable and annoying, but it quickly becameย creepy. He was pressuring you all the time, talking about how pretty you were and how much he likedย lookingย at you, and a lot of other things that, with the way he was looking at you and how he always seemed to catch you when you went somewhere, were beyondย scary.ย
It wasnโt just that you were shy or anything like that. Every time on point when the boy showed up, you felt your stomach sink and nausea take over while he smiled at you.ย
Your family tried to calm you down, claiming you didnโt understand how having a crush felt or worked and that you were overacting, making you feel even worse about the whole situation.ย
On top of that, your neighbor was two years older and objectively somewhat good-looking, so it seemed like every other person you confided in thought you should give in and start dating him.ย
โItโs not like you have a shot at anyone else right now, right?โย asked one of your classmates, which shocked and hurt you so badly that you stopped talking about it together.
Perhaps, you just didnโt stress out about how severe the situation was, but you still felt upset and betrayed thatย no oneย seemed to see it as you did.
Of course, it all soundedย innocentย on the outside because none of those people were in your shoes.
You felt incredibly alone while dealing with all of this, constantly stressed whenever he found you somewhere smiling and acting all nice and sweet while all you could think about was to run. Only to later doubt yourself and wonder if you really werenโt just being too harsh on him.ย
Needless to say, you werenโt in a good place mentally, and your anxiety was running all-time high because of all of this.ย
You hit your sort of breaking point when he touched you the other day and tried to kiss you, telling you he waited enough for you toย be readyย and that he wanted to date you already.
You froze, feeling the weight of absolute panic that entered your body and was about to tear you in half. You were never more scared in your entire life, and rightfully so.ย
Your only salvation was that before he could do anything, there was a commotion nearby. Your reflexes kicked in, forcing you to break free from his hold and run home. You drenched yourself that day while crying in the shower feeling hopeless and alone like you never did in your entire life. It was soul-crushing, really.
You barely ate that evening, and when your parents asked about it, you stated you werenโt feeling too well, fearing if you confessed what happened, they would just brush it off again, further breaking your heart and trust.ย
It was impossible to fall asleep that night, so you spent hours trying to come up with a plan until you remembered your classmate, whoย neverย showed up for class and just so happened to be a gang leader. You were unclear about what exactly it meant to be a part of a gang while still underage, apart from getting into fights and skipping school. However, since Mikeyโs sister Emma was still spending time with him and doing a better job in staying in school, it wouldnโt be so horrible.ย
You were also suffering from sleep deprivation, so last night, the idea seemed really good.
Out of other options, you took all the money your frugal self has saved so far, packed your lunch, and went on a hunt for a certain blond-haired delinquent.ย ย
โThatโs not cool of him at all,โ said Mikey as you managed to stumble over your words explaining what was happening. Of course, you gave him a much shorter version of it all. And in your frantic retelling, you might have even watered it down a bit.ย
You finally stopped talking and forced your eyes to lift up to his face as you found it impossible to look at his expressions while discussing those events.ย
Your eyes widened, and you were left stunned by theย ice-coldย look on his face. It was so bizarrely different from the relaxed and bored one from before. It was an exceptional look that spoke volumes on its own.ย
Dangerย
โIf you told him to stop and leave you alone, he should have. I have a sister, and if someone threatened her this way, I would have killed them.โ
ย You were left speechless listening to the firm and cold way he delivered those words and felt something snap inside you.ย
A pathetic soft sob broke from your mouth.ย
You covered your mouth while tears started to rush out of your eyes. The whole harassment had been going on for so long, and no one seemed too concerned about it. Not your family or friends, yet this boy, who was supposed to be a scary and mean delinquent, appeared to have no problem taking your side and showing you the compassion youย desperatelyย needed.
Your insides were torn between going through the pain you endured for so long and feeling warm relief over his kindness.
โCome on,โ he spoke with a much gentle voice now, almost like he was talking to a child, โNo need to cry for a jerk like that.โ
He stepped closer, and while tears ran down your cheeks, he leaned forward and grinned right at your face. Your vision was blurry, but you could still make out his radiating smile. Even if you couldnโt see it properly and were a mess, you still couldnโt help but think it was rather beautiful.ย
โHe doesnโt deserve your tears, yeah?โ
You started to brush your face and speak, only to eventually nod as you felt it would take far longer for you to be able to sound coherent again. You just couldnโt help yourself. Until then, everyone seemed so dismissive of what was going on.ย
Mikey barely knew you and immediately chose to take your side on all of this. It was a bit overwhelming for you, to say the least.ย
โMikey-kun, sorry it took so long, but they-AAAA!โย
You immediately stopped crying, startled by the yelling, and looked behind Mikey at another blond-haired boy you werenโt familiar with, who was looking and pointing directly atย youย with shock written all over him.ย
โHm?โ Mikey turned back to the boy with seemingly disinterest before he said, โTakemitchy, you kept me waiting forย soย long.โ
The other blond finally dropped his hand but remained looking at you with his eyes wide, โW-what are you doing, Mikey-kun?โ
โAh, this awkward girl here wants me to beat up her stalker, so heโll leave her alone,โ he said. You were stunned he could speak soย casuallyย about it, as if girls all over town came to him and asked him for his services.ย
I hope not,ย you found yourself thinking with a sour taste inside your mouth. You were surprised you cared. It wasnโt like you would wish your situation on anyone, and if someone unfortunate did end up in it, you hoped they had options to be helped and saved. You also hoped that option wasnโt the blond who you wished would only help you.
โSheโs kinda cute though, right?โ he asked next, causing your eyes to widen and your cheeks to get warm again, โCries just like you.โ
โOi!โ complained the other boy but remained looking between you and Mikey, somewhat panicked, confusing you even more. Did he know you or something?
You were puzzled and a bit freaked out about why he was staring at you like that before Mikey turned back to face you and let out a relieved sigh, โYou done with the waterfalls, huh?โ
โY-yeah,โ you said and brushed your cheeks some more before you started to search your school bag for a wallet, โI donโt have a lot, but here.โ
โKeep it,โ he said, and your hand paused mid-air with your wallet inside it.ย
The corner of his mouth pulled into another smile, โI have subordinates to give me money. I would feel pretty bad if I took yours. Though, I have a request.โ
โAnything,โ you said before you could properly think about your words and blushed even harder when Mikey chuckled and then pulled the corner of your lips into a lazy smirk. Your neighbor smiled at you a lot, which often caused your belly to react, but you couldnโt help but think it was nothing similar to the strangely sweet warmth you felt now. It was still awkward and slightly out of your comfort zone, but not in a way; you wished to run as far away as you could from the boy.ย Quite the opposite, actually.
You slapped a hand over your mouth while Mikey lectured you, โCareful with such things. Someone might get the wrong impression again, and I wonโt always have time to beat up your stalkers, okay?โ
You dutifully nodded, and the blond-haired boy pointed at the lunch box sticking out of your bag, โShare your lunch with me.โย
You blinked and uncovered your mouth, surprised.ย
โKenchin cut me off,โ he started to explain as if you knew who that person was, โand Takemitchy is already buying me dorayaki-โ
โI am?โ asked the boy behind him, and you uncovered your palm and giggled at his funny antics.
Even if just slightly and for less than a second, but when you did, it seemed his dark eyes lit up with something other than that dark nostalgia they seem to carry constantly.
You tried to give him your wallet anyway, but he didnโt even reach for it, so you ultimately put it back.ย
ย โOf course, you can take it,โ you handed the nearly packed bento into his awaiting palm, โIโm not that good of a cook, but I hope youโll enjoy it anyway.โ
He smiled upon accepting it, โIt smells good, so I have high hopes for it,โ he then put on a very childlike face and said, โIโll be very disappointed if it doesnโt.โ
You didnโt like the sound of that and went to tell him, but he suddenly stepped closer to you. Your shoulders touched obviously on purpose, and he tilted his head to be able to speak directly into your ear, โGo back to class, Y/N-chan. Iโll come pick you up when Iโm done with that guy. Yeah?โ
You felt a shiver run through your entire being for some reason.ย
Your hand quickly covered your ear and stepped away feeling flushed and warm, unlike never before over his teasing. He had to do it purposefully, knowing it would leave you flustered. But he didnโt touch you; instead, he left you feeling shy, embarrassed, andย warmย than uncomfortable like your stalker.
Mikey only grinned at you with a look behind his dark eyes you couldnโt read before he walked further down the street, calling for Takemitchy, the other blond-haired boy, to follow, which he did momentary pausing to give you a quick wave, โBye, Y/L/N-san.โ
You blinked several times before you turned back to watch them get on Mikeyโs bike and drive, leaving you to wonder how he knew your name. You were surprised Mikey knew it since he rarely, if ever, showed up at class, and you were certain you never spoke with one another until today. But for that odd boy to know it as well?
So strange, you thought to yourself before you made your way to your school. Your only sanctuary since your stalker didnโt go there.ย Yet.ย
You almost threw up the one time he mentioned he might transfer even if he wouldnโt be in your class since he was older, but at least he would be able to see you more often during the day.ย
The day ended, and you dutifully waited in front of the school building close enough to take refuge there if needed, even if that had never worked before. It didnโt matter if you went home too late or not; it seemed your neighbor always caught up to you.ย
Finally, after a while, Mikey showed up on his bike, along with another of your classmates,ย Ryuguji Ken, who almost never showed up in school either, and the odd boy you only met today, Takemitchi.ย
โHere, it was delicious.โ
You took your bento from his hands and stuffed it back into your bag, noting it was empty before you looked at him again. He seemed in a good mood, partly lying over his bike while smiling at you.
You grimaced, โHardly. My relatives always tell me I use too much salt or spice-โ
โYou did,โ he chuckled, surprising you, โBut you also gave me the whole thing instead of sharing and did your best, so itโs fine.โ
You knew you were blushing when he said that and looked away so you would calm down a bit. It was hard to watch him when he looked thisย happyย andย handsomeย atย youย of all people,ย โY-you donโt know if I really put that much effort into it.โ
โI do,โ he said with confidence and amusement, โYou seem like the type.โ
There was no point in denying it, so you took a deep breath and looked up, โW-well, did you manage toโฆโ
โYour neighbor wonโt bother you again,โ he assured with a distant look behind his dark eyes, โHeโll stay away from you from now on.โย
You watched him for a moment, finally letting those words sink in. You didnโt realize how stressed you were while waiting until Mikey finally showed up again. It wasnโt like you could assess his abilities since you never saw him fight or deal with his subordinates, so you were unsure if he could do something to have your stalker leave you alone. You feared your stalker would somehow talk his way out of it like he always seemed to. Now that you knew everything worked out, you felt like crying again.
โAh, come on, no more of those waterfalls,โ joked Mikey and reached out, swiping a tear from your cheek, โA guy like that definitely doesnโt deserve them. Donโt let them go to waste on him.โ
His hand was warm, and everything about him felt so kind you thought you couldnโt handle it anymore. You were dealing with it for a long time; you felt overwhelmed with it all.ย
โThank you!โ you could help but yell before suddenly you found your arms hanging around the blond boyโs neck and your chest pressed against his while you tried to fight back tears of gratitude, โThank you so much!โ
You squeezed him for a second or two before you jumped away and bowed, โI know itโs probably not a big deal to you, but it means a lot to me, soโ you rose and offered him your best smile while still attempting not to cry, โThank you for saving me.โ
When you looked at Mikeyโs face, you could see just how shocked he was with his slightly opened mouth and widened eyes staring at you as if you grew a second head. You didnโt blame him, as you looked like a lunatic that tossed herself on poor victims.ย
You blamed the horrible stress you had to endure all this time to be the reason, not to mention the fact that the boy was soย niceย about the whole thing. Not even accepting your money, just yourย hardlyย tasty lunch. And he even claimed it wasย deliciousย when you knew it wasnโtย thatย special.ย
You offered him a nod, unsure what to do next, and caught yourself thinking that you should run, only to have him call for you, โWait!โ
His voice sounded different now, and you panicked, thinking he must have hated when people touched him without asking, and perhaps wanted to scold you only to be met with his pretty face looking especially childlike and open arms, โNot enough, give me more.โ
โMikey-kun! Donโt just demand that!โ yelled the panicked blond boy distressed behind him, but you already found yourself walking to the boy who saved you and put your arms around him, having him almost dive into you while letting out a small sigh.ย
โThis is nice.โ
You held him closer, closed your eyes to experience the moment properly, and held onto him if he really said, โIโm glad.โย
It should have been bizarre to hug a relative stranger like this, but it didnโt feel that way. Mikey smelled like food and something earthy, and he helped you tight enough that, along with what he did for you, you feltย safe. It was a good, really pleasant feeling. One that you wouldnโt mind prolonging even longer to savor every second of it if you didnโt hear Ryuguji call, โOi! Mikey, wrap it up! You know we need to be elsewhere soon.โ
The blond let out a little pouty sound that made you giggle against his ear before you could stop yourself.ย
Just as you did, you felt Mikeyโs grip tightened ever so slightly, โI like that sound.โ
โHm?โ
โThat sound you make when you laugh,โ he said, and you smiled, trying to hide your face a bit. You couldnโt remember the last time someone complimented you, making your insides feel like cotton candy. Still, you were glad you didnโt because the idea that only the Toman leader did was far sweeter.ย
Ultimately, he let you go and, very disappointed, admitted he had to go, โKenchinโs right. Today, Takemitchi will walk you home. I promised to kick his ass if anything happens to you, and he has a girlfriend who will beat his ass so that he wonโt make a move on you.โย
You grimaced and tried to deny his offer since you didnโt want to bother the other boy.ย
โTomorrow though,โ said Mikey cutting you off, โIโll take you out after school, alright?โ
Your lips parted in shock, although you really shouldnโt have been surprised since the blond did compliment you a lot today, and you just spent a very long while hugging him.ย
It might have been pathetic, but you couldnโt stop the smile from spreading across your face as you nodded and accepted having a very good feeling about it.ย
Koniec
A.N: English isnโt my first language, so I apologize for grammatical mistakes. Thank you for taking the time to read this ๐ I apologize if it wasnโt as good as some of my stories, though โน I was in a weird head-space.
Stay safe!
Summary: Fame was supposed to be a dream, yet for you, it had become a gilded cageโone you could no longer bear to stay in. When Luka visits, expecting the usual warmth you radiate, he instead finds you standing on the edge of your balcony, wrists bleeding, ready to vanish into the night. But Luka has never been one to let go so easily. Tonight, the stage is silent, and there is no audienceโjust two broken performers, clinging to each other in the dark.
Tags: Luka x Reader, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, Self-Harm, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Found Family Dynamics, Desperation & Hope.
Warnings: Mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, Descriptions of self-harm and blood, Emotional distress and trauma, Mentions of Lukaโs abusive past, Themes of hopelessness and recovery.
Requested by: @shyfoxcherryblossom
Luka wasnโt sure why he came. Maybe boredom. Maybe curiosity. Maybe something deeper, something he refused to name.
Your owner had always been fond of himโan advantage he rarely had to work for. So when Luka mentioned wanting to visit, the doors to your gilded cage had swung open without hesitation.
The estate was lavish but suffocating, drenched in artificial warmth that never quite touched the skin. It reminded him too much of ANAKT GARDEN. Of places built to cultivate talent but never nurture souls.
The hall leading to your room was eerily silent. No distant hum of a vocal coach, no rehearsed melodies slipping through the cracks. Just silence.
Luka's fingers twitched. Something was wrong.
He didnโt bother knocking. The door was ajar anyway, swaying slightly as if beckoning him inside.
Then he saw you.
Standing at the edge of the balcony, toes curled over the railing, hair tousled by the breeze. Your armsโbare and tremblingโwere slick with crimson, fresh cuts dripping down pale skin.
His body moved before his mind could catch up.
"[Name]!"
Your shoulders tensed. You turned slightly, eyes dull, glassy. A far cry from the brightness he had grown used to. You had always been the light to his shadow, a beacon of naive optimism in a world that thrived on suffering.
But now that light was flickering. Dying.
โLuka,โ you murmured. There was no relief in your voice. No surprise. Only exhaustion. "What are you doing here?"
He ignored the question, closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. His fingers wrapped around your wristโgently, carefullyโthough his grip was firm enough to keep you from slipping further. Blood smeared against his palm, warm and damning.
Your lips curled into something that wasnโt quite a smile. โYou shouldnโt stop me.โ
Luka exhaled sharply. โDonโt be stupid.โ
A bitter laugh. โItโs not stupid. Itโs freeing.โ
His grip tightened. โJumping doesnโt make you free. It just makes you gone.โ
You tilted your head, studying him. Luka had always been an enigma, a contradiction wrapped in silk and thorns. Charismatic yet cruel. Detached yet possessive. But now, standing here, holding you back from the abyssโhe looked human.
Vulnerable.
โThat doesnโt sound like you,โ you whispered. โSince when do you care?โ
Luka didnโt answer. He couldnโt.
Because you werenโt wrong. He wasnโt supposed to care. He wasnโt supposed to feel. Feelings were liabilities, cracks in the foundation of the persona he had built to survive.
But seeing you like this, seeing the person who had always seen beauty in the ugliest of places ready to disappearโ
It made something inside him snap.
โCome back inside,โ he said, voice steadier than he felt.
You hesitated.
โPlease.โ
That was what broke you. Luka never begged. Never asked for anything.
And yet, here he was, pleading.
You stepped back, away from the ledge, away from the cold embrace of the sky. Luka wasted no time pulling you into his arms, pressing you against his chest as if anchoring you to the world itself.
You shuddered.
Luka didnโt let go.
For once, there was no stage. No performance. Just two fractured souls clinging to each other in the quiet of the night, hopingโdesperateโthat neither would slip away.
hay so I was just wondering if you would do a sahsrau where all the PC's (playable characters) are obsessed with reader but when reader gets inside of hsr they are Immediately captured and sold as a slave and the PC's (maybe topaz or himko) fine the reader recognize the reader and all hell breaks lose for who idk
Also if I can can I be a emoji anon (if yes then I'll be ๐น anon)
Forgive us!
Sahsrau x Reader
Tw: Yandere themes, Mentioning ofAbuse ( not going in depth ), NOT PROOFREAD Death/Lil Describing of gore, I am aware that there might be two more mew characters, but they wonโt be included becuase I donโt know them all to well at the moment!
I do not support people that think they are โ real yanderes โ or act on any of the things mentioned, if you do or think about these things please get professional help
A/N: Ty for requesting! I have a lot so they are a little slow but they are still all going to get to! And Iโm happy to call you๐น Annon!
โขYou started playing Hsr when it first came out, you loved the designs and a characters!
โขBut they certainly loved you back! I mean why wouldnโt they? Your just a sweetheart to them!
โขKafka and Silver wolf the first ones knowing feeling your presence, hearing your soft voice complimenting them
โขNext, The Trailblazer, March 17, and Dan Heng knew next then Hiyoko and welt then so and so on
โขThe characters you gotten is when they knew you were there, they KNEW you were with them
โขThey heard your worried voice when one of them is low on health, apologizing over and over
โขGepard and March 17 always try to make their shields better, Bailu and Natasha tryโs to heal as much as they could, Hiyoko and welt trying to make you proud
โขHuohuo tryโs to be more brave for you, Dr. Ratio always does harder in his studies
โขServal playing her best at concerts in your honor, Clara makes sure she prays to you every day
โขThey worshiped you like no other, every place had this one single law
โ Donโt hurt the divine one.. โ
โขSimple, right? Wrong. When you got transferred to the game you were about to walk around, until a cloth was over your mouth
โขYou woke up in a cage, weak, scrunched up like a dog curled in its own bed as you groaned
โ She will make us a whole lot of moneyโฆ
โ We just canโt get caught.. โ
โ You worry to muchโฆ โ
โข2 Women and one Man you heard, one of them pulling you out, throwing you at the wall as you fall down with a loud โTHUMP!โ
โขThey burned you, cut you, broke bones hardly fed you, blood all over your body
โขYou were hosted at one of the prizes at a auction, Himiko and Welt was there as she looked around, her eyes spotted you, weak, legs shaking (Not what YOU thinkโฆ) your body bruised, burned, painted with cuts and scratches
โขWelt quickly saw aswell, his eyes widened, Their graceโฆ Abused like an object..? Slowly golden blood leaked from your forehead, you gotten more dizzy last thing you heard was a stern voice
โ 1 Million Credits! โ
โขThey took you back, not even paying the fee, but, your their god, their CREATOR, your more than just some stupid credits..
โขMarch 17 stayed at the astral express with you, word got out about what happenedโฆ everyone was FURIOUS
โขBailu, Loucha, and Natasha going to the express to try to help heal your wounds and to keep watch
โขClara and Savorog keeping watch outside the room, Argenti, Archeon, Blade, Dr. Raito going to hunt the people down
โขJing Yuan and Imbibitor Lunae, Figuring out the gruesomeness ways to make the people suffer
โขKafka and Jingilu doing most of the dirty work, blood splattered everywhere
โขYou woke up at so many people by your side it was overwhelming, Being able to talk to your characters made you smile, something you didnโt do in a long while
โขThey are so sorry for not being there for your proper descent, they will do any for your forgiveness your grace
fratboy!atsumu who accidentally bumps into you at a party, spilling half his cup of jungle juice on you. his eyes widen as he realizes what heโs done, and he stands there watching the reddish-liquid soak into your white shirt.ย
fratboy!atsumu who doesnโt miss a beat, grabbing your arm and tugging you up the stairs and into his room, apologizing and insisting he has a shirt you can wear for the rest of the night.ย
fratboy!atsumu who instructs you to sit on his bed and take your shirt off, politely turning his back to you as you do so, and rummaging through his dresser drawers for a t-shirt to give you.
fratboy!atsumu who frowns when he looks at your topless form, realizing that your bra is also soaked, and says that you โmight as well take that off too, right?โ
fratboy!atsumu who makes the most of a good opportunity and uses his mouth (instead a towel) to mop up the rest of the drink thatโs still sitting on your skin, flattening his tongue against your skin and licking with languid strokes across your chest and through the valley of your breasts.
fratboy!atsumu who pays extra close attention to your tits, squeezing one while sucking on the other, and making sure to let go with a loud pop as he switches sides.
fratboy!atsumu who tugs your nipple between his teeth, biting down with just enough pressure to make you gasp before he pulls away, face breaking open into a wide grin as he does.
fratboy!atsumu who says โi think i got it allโ and โsorry againโ before tossing one of his shirts into your lap and walking towards the door, pausing to turn around and wink at you before heading downstairs and rejoining the party.
I havenโt read the manga in a while but I can just tell that man is very religious so if you manage to get him to date you then heโs staying loyal.
Next ๏ผผ(*TโฝT*)๏ผ
Chuuya: also 0/10 (there is going to be a lot of those lol)
Chuuya respects women especially the one heโs dating, if he cheated that would mean he has no respect for you and that is the last thing he wants.
Dazai: 0/10
Idk about mafia dazai but Ada dazai just wouldnโt do it, he made a promise to his friend to be better to be good, and last time he checked cheating isnโt good lol, also he just canโt bear to imagine his love looking at him heartbroken.
Our lovely little main character Atsushi: 0/10
Atsushi is to kindhearted to nice to in love with you too actually even think about doing such a thing to you.
Akutagawa: 0/10
If this man can stay loyal to dazai then he can do the same in your relationship, like Atsushi he wouldnโt think about it he loves u tho he doesnโt always show it.
โ(โงโโฆ*)๏พ
Been a while but Iโm back at a random day at 1 almost 2 am, been a while since I wrote hope you guys like it
# contains:ย cursing, hint of angst but blink and you'll miss it
# ellie.txt: this one got too long because I'm embarassingly in love with the dude or whatever. anyway I had to split it, so posting part two tomorrow.
Ok but like... Five in Harry Potter PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE i know it's very unlikely but like just imagine him and his siblings in Harry Potter, with reader please ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
You caught my favorite hyperfocuses, I wrote something simple, but I would like to go into more depth in the future.
FIVE HARGREEVES X READER
You were sitting in the shade of a large willow tree, making the most of the small moment of respite with the Hargreeves siblings. You werenโt sure when or how you had gotten pulled into their mess, but you were more than grateful for it. You smiled, watching Klaus and Ben at the edge of the lake playing with a frog, levitating it back and forth.
โThis is disgusting, you idiots.โ Allison threw the frog away as she pulled Viktor, who was resting his feet in the icy water, away from the mischievous siblings. โWill we have to put up with this until we grow up?โ
โDonโt be so optimistic, weโll have to live with them until the grave,โ Viktor said, smiling, as he hugged his sister, who was whimpering in frustration.
Not far away, Diego and Luther were in the act of interacting with what you charitably called Luegoโs fan club, a medium-sized group of girls and a few boys, who seemed enchanted by the Gryffindor bigwigs. They posed and flexed their muscles while their fans sighed in amazement "this is all natural babe, you can squeeze it" Luther said showing his biceps.
It was a funny fact, as much as the grumpy old Reginald Hargreeves was a perfect example of a Slytherin, almost all of his children went to different houses. Viktor and Ben went to Hufflepuff, they were kind souls, usually the first to offer help to their brothers and friends. Diego and Luther went to Gryffindor, the hat barely touched their heads, it was quite obvious to you that the two hotheads went to the house of the impulsive and courageous. Klaus was a stranger, after about ten minutes the hat left him in Ravenclaw, along with you to your great pleasure, there was never a dull moment with someone like Klaus around. Allison had gone to Slytherin, always standing out in the class, the girl was a perfect example of talent and discipline mixed with a rebellious and independent spirit. Finallyโฆ
"There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere" Five says, pulling you out of your contemplative moment, shoving a chocolate cupcake into your hand and plopping down on the grass next to you "What are you doing here alone? Don't tell me you finally realized I'm the best of them and now you just want to hang out with me" he smirks as he looks at you.
You just laugh, shaking your head "If you were any bigger your ego would fill the common room, you know that, right?" Then you stop for a moment and take in the view. Five was still wearing his Quidditch uniform, just like you, his moss green t-shirt was worn and wet from intense training, his hair was a messy wave of strands slightly damp with sweat, giving him a wild look, which perfectly matched the playful and challenging eyes of its owner.
You sighed and shook your head, not wanting to be caught dissecting every part of Five, he already had a lot of self-confidence.
"Just watching?" Five smiles, leaning closer, his breathing still labored from the tiring workout, the light puffs of air hitting your cheeks.
You contemplate for a moment, pouting as you bite into the cupcake, Five's eyes darting between your eyes and lips, he wasn't good at disguising his intentions, maybe he wasn't even trying to "wanna taste?"
Five looks at you hopefully, his mind racing with the question - what were you trying to insinuate? "I will."
You move closer to him, your shoulders touching under the cool grass, the light wind carrying Five's scent from him and intoxicating you with the mix of moss, parchment, sweat and something that was only his. Then you place the cupcake on your parted lips and quickly stand up laughing and heading over to where Klaus and Ben were still playing with floating things "Forget this loser, come here and levitate worms on Allison" Ben waves with a cute smile at you.
"We're not done here yet, sweetie, I'll see you at the Quidditch game this Saturday," you hear Five shout in the distance, and you fight the blush that rises to your cheeks.
Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?
Chapter 1:
From Tradegy to Fantasy - Awakening in Another World
Chapter 2:
Negotiating Fate - Reluctant Alliance in a New Realm
Chapter 3:
Entangled Ambitions - A Pact Sealed in Royal Halls
Chapter 4:
Shadows in the Moonlight - A Fateful Meeting at the Ball
in the wake of your scandalous divorce, you fall into the arms of emperor gojo satoru. for a while, you believe you have found loveโฆ until it becomes clear that your new husband is scheming behind your back! love, marriage, divorceโฆ are you doomed to go through this path the second time?
genre/warnings:
18+ suggestive contentโminors do not interact!โmight be ooc, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, marriage of convenience, explicit smut, pregnancy
note:
loosely inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress. this is the second part of remarried empress au trilogy! wc. 9.2k ! thank you so much for your love in the first part๐ฉต but as of now, TAGLIST IS CLOSED so i'd appreciate it if the comment section won't be flooded with asks for tags :')
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Heavens, help me... I love her too damn much!
For Gojo Satoru, love was once an abstract concept. At first, he thought it was admiration, or a sense of obsessionโ
But on the day he watched you become Zenโin Naoyaโs bride, Satoru realized it was much deeper than that. It felt like the sharpest sword had pierced straight into him and lodged itself there.
And then, years laterโ as if hearing his prayers, you became his. Since then, his life was perfect, because he wasn't lying when he said that you were everything he wanted in life.
Yet in a twist of fate, that same sinking, horrific feeling washed over him... as he watched the pagoda he built for you engulfed in flames.
You were there. Satoru felt himself staggering as he took in the mortifying sight. You and his unborn child are inside!
He didn't waste a breath as he dashed towards where you were, crushing everything in his path in the process, but just as he was about to enter the scorching templeโ
โSatoru, no!โ Suguru grabbed him, restraining him with his own body. โGet back!โ
โNo!โ he screamed at him frantically. โShe is there! Suguru, let goโ!โ
And then the worst happened, as the pagoda completely crumbled into a heap of rubble. Satoru's breath was knocked out of him as he faced the reality that he couldn't save you in time. And he felt like losing his consciousness as he wheezed, and thrashed in Suguru's hold.
It was all too much for him to comprehend as he struggled against the devastation before him.
How... did this happen? You were happy. You were about to welcome a child into your lives! The two of you really were...
SEVERAL WEEKS PRIOR
Your husband is trying to use you to wage a war... against your homeland.
You secluded yourself in your study, trying to make sense what you just overheard.
In a broader perspective, Satoru's actions could be constituted as national defense. If he perceived the Eastern Empire as a threat, then countermeasures were indeed necessary. But if not...
Regardless, it was not the very idea that blew you, but how he planned to use you to sway sentiment in your former country, to weaken them.
Is that what he's been aiming all this time? You felt like a hypocrite to question this since you too were using him. But these days, you were certainly not using himโyou were falling in love with him.
It was strange, because you were supposed to be furious if that was his intent from the start. Yet what you felt right now was profound sadness, possibly even denial and heartbreak. You kept thinking how there must be another explanationโ
โSweetheart, hello~!โ
You were startled when the door to your study was suddenly flung open, and the man from your thoughts strode in with a broad grin, completely oblivious to your inner turmoil.
"Satoru." You fixed him with a genial smile, even as nausea churned within you. Straightening your skirts, you looked up at him.
"I've been told you haven't been well, and Shoko said you've seen the physician," Satoru frowned, his long fingers cradling your face as he half-sat on your desk. "How did it go? What did he say?"
"Oh..." you clammed up, feeling at loss. "He said..."
Your dashing husband tilted his head curiously, bright eyes softened, worried lines etched on his face were so clear... and despite your conflict, you didn't have the heart to deny him this news.
"I'm with child." This time, your smile was genuine as you pushed back your intrusive thoughts. "Satoru... I'm carrying our child."
For a full ten seconds, Satoru was stunned, staring at you with a blank expression, his lips slightly parted. "H-huh...? Child? A... baby?"
"Mm-hm. A living baby."
"O-oh..." Satoru blinked his eyes rapidlyโlooking at your face, then your abdomenโbefore his expression broke into absolute wonder, broadly grinning. "T-that's... ohโ it'sโ!"
To say he was speechless didn't cut it as he stuttered, messed his hair, pinched his own cheek, becoming restless yet looking so incredibly giddyโ
"My queen!" Satoru suddenly lifted you and spun you around midair. "My beautiful wifeโ!" before gently sitting you on the desk and burying his face in your skirts, hugging your waist tightly. "Good lord, I'mโ I'm soโ!"
It hadn't truly dawned on you until now that you were going to become a mother. Witnessing Satoru's unabashed reaction as he nestled his face into youโฆ nearly brought tears to your eyes.
Right in this moment, you didn't entertain any other thoughts. You were deeply moved by your husband's overwhelming excitement for your baby. And the realization that, despite Naoya's accusationsโ
Satoru looked up at you the second you sniffled, and he immediately drew you closer, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Hey, no tears, yeah?" He rested a hand on your jaw, his eyes sparkling with utter adoration as he gazed at you. "This is wonderful. We're going to be parents. This child... a part of you and meโwe're going to bring them into the world."
You tugged his collar close and brushed your lips against his. And he responded with equal fervor. You yearned for this closeness with him.
. . .
But still in the back of your head, that lingering, buried fear whisperedโ
Is the man who adores you this much... capable of hurting you to the same extent?
With your bare bodies pressed closely, and you under him, Satoru could sense the rapid beat of your heart. And in return, you felt the heat of his palms against your skin and the tremors in his breath.
Yet now, in your marital bed, it quickly became clear to him that you, who were usually so composed and collected, were nervous. Satoru couldn't suppress the smile spreading across his face even if he tried.
"This is far from our first time, Empress." His coy smirk taunted you as he littered kisses along your jawline and chest. "What are you so jittery about, hmm?"
"Ah..." you let out a soft sigh as he sucked your breast with his mouth. "N-nothing... you're mistaken."
"Hmm... not confessing? Right..." He then grabbed the generous mound of your other breast and fondled it, making you squirm and moan.
But in the midst of this eroticism, suddenly your mind was thrown back toโ
โThatโs why I have her here.โ
"Satoru," you breathed out, catching his hands. He looked up to you in slight surprise, thinking that you wanted to stop.
But he was in for a plot twist when you first pushed him, then flipped him underneath you, straddling him and capturing his lush lips, yanking his hair in the process.
"Whoaโ hey..." Satoru held your hips, visibly startled but clearly enjoying your sudden whim, snickering. "My queenโohhโ you're a sight to behold, on top of me."
He grabbed the flesh of your bottom, sinking his fingers into it and pulling you forward. You let yourself be moved until your thighs were next to his ears.
Suddenly, it was, at once, the most peculiar experienceโthe greatest confidence boost you had ever received, and the hottest thing he had ever seen.
"You're so damn wet already," your husband nipped your inner thigh playfully as he observed your folds, and you gasped. "Are you ready?"
In response, you slammed yourself onto his face because, right now, you were in a less than forgiving mood.
"You look good under me," you darkly retorted, but then you choked on your own breath when your husband started licking your folds messily with his tongue.
Satoru smirked at the sound of your breathless noises, responding by lapping even more fervently. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tightening their grip on his scalp as you began to grind yourself against his face.
"You a-are really n-nasty!" you moaned, voice breaking at the feeling his sinful tongue parting your opening. "Maybe y-you have lied to meโฆ all th-is time."
Satoru furrowed his brows in slight confusion, and perhaps a bit of annoyance, as he pinched your clit in retaliation, causing you to draw in a sharp breath.
"You'reโ awful!" but contrary to your claims, your face contorted with pleasure as the tight coil in your belly spasmed. "How m-many women... h-have you beguiled like m-me?"
He almost laughed into your ass. Literally. If being called awful was the price for pleasuring the most beautiful woman in the lands, then Satoru would be happy to be that horrible person every day of his life.
But then, you suddenly shifted on top of him, no longer positioning your hips in his face, and he quickly caught your face, crashing his lips against yours so both of you wouldnโt part for even a second.
"Nobody else," he murmured, wet lips and tongue ravishing yours, so much lust glistening in his eyes. "I'm all yoursโ forever." Just as he whispered it amidst pants, he groaned when your hand sneakily went to his very hard length.
And firmly grasped it. He got swollen just by tasting you and hearing your noises earlier. He growled, and against his senses, he pushed you down to lodge it inside you, penetrating and splitting you apart in one go.
โAhโ! Satoruโ itโs tooโฆ!โ you babbled breathlessly, your nails digging into his shoulders, feeling his huge cock pulsing inside your tight walls.
โYour fault,โ he rebuked, eyes narrowing into darker shades, rigorously moving his hips against yours as he sat up. It was impossible to hold it in any longer, he could feel it already.
He tensed up, adjusting his position, so close to losing it inside you, and when he heard your dirty mewls and felt you shudderโreverberating through his body tooโSatoru gripped your waist tighter, groaning, holding you in place to release his load inside you with precision.
Your body gave in as well, releasing at the same moment his cum burst inside you. Your vision blurred as the nastiest of moans escaped you, yet you felt so safe as your husband caught you in his arms.
. . .
"Are you okay?" Satoru asked worriedly after you rolled off him in the aftermath of your bliss. "Do you feel sick?" Your unfocused eyes met his, and he looked panicked, pulling you closer. "Shit, did I go too far? I shouldn't have, especially with the baby still in the early stages..."
"I'm... okay," you croaked, trying to reassure him. "Just tired..."
Heaving a relieved sigh, Satoru pecked you in the lips.
"Am I... a mess?" you leaned on him with a blissful smile, feeling his cum still trickling out between your legs.
"Yeah... My beautiful mess, that is." Satoru chuckled, reveling in the state of your disarray. "Soon enough," his hands traced your skin before settling on your tummy, a fond smile curving his lips. "Our baby will grow here."
"Yesโ" you replied, placing your palm over his. "Do you... want a boy or girl?"
A boy would be the much sought-after prince, and you fully expected him to favor it, until to your surprise, Satoru lightly hummed and pressed a kiss on your belly button.
"Does that matter? What's important is you deliver them safely and they're healthy," he chuckled. "A princess will be nice... she'll turn out to be as lovely as you."
"But the heir has to be a prince..."
"Nah. I can always amend the succession norms. I'm the emperor."
And you giggled next. Seeing how free you looked, Satoru thought you were the woman overturning his skies and stars, and you truly areโas now you are the mother of his own flesh and blood, his future empire.
There will be a nation-wide celebration for you. Satoru insisted it was a must, and he would invite dignitaries from neighboring empires and kingdoms as well.
Including the Eastern Empire.
. . .
โYour Majesty. I... bring a gift and an invitation from the Western Empire.โ
Naoya clacked his heel on the carpet, casting a sharp, yet uninterested look at his aide.
โThere will be a celebration forโโ the poor man gulped uneasily, faltering as if he could foresee how his emperor would react. Naoya scowled.
โSpit it out.โ
โThe former empressโ pregnancy, Your Majesty!โ
โWhat...?โ At that moment, he snapped his head towards him. It felt like everything he had ever known came crashing down. โY/N...?โ
That canโt be possible. For many years both of you had failed. That was why he took that maid and divorced you. No, upon reflection, it was never truly his intention to divorce youโhe had wanted you to raise that child if you couldn't bear one.
But then you completely ignored him and had an affair with Gojo Satoru. He was furious. He couldn't bear the disgrace of it all, so he went with the divorce, if only to assert some control. However, the joke was on him, as you ultimately fled with Gojo entirely.
But if you arenโt infertile... Then, what did that make him?
Numerous thoughts ran through his mind. Was it possible that it was his child instead of Gojoโs? How many months had it been anyway?
...or could it be that he is the one who isโ!
โNo...โ he muttered, frantic, taking sharp breaths. โAbsolute rubbish!โ
The aide stared at him in fear, as Naoya appeared unhinged now. But soon, that fear gave away to pity, as the emperor trashed his desk and howled in frustrationโ but contrary to the expected fury, Naoya looked like he was mourning, evident by the way he flung everything but the very portrait from his coronation day.
Of him and you. Even after that disastrous divorce, he had never taken it down from the wall of his study. Now, Naoya was staring at it, a multitude emotions clouding his eyes.
This man, just as the aide had always thought, has thrown away the only good thing he has in his life.
โAre the invitations sent already?โ Satoru asked with a blooming smile, rolling the yarn out of his catโs reach as the poor kitty grappled to catch it. โAnd how are the preparations going?โ
โBanquets are usually handled by the Empress, but you really go out of your way and do it instead,โ Suguru shook his head, unamused by the added workload it brought him, especially considering his disinterest in festivities.
โTheyโre all sent, some of them respondedโbefore you ask, Naoya hasnโtโ and Iโve cascaded the preparation to Shoko, since I have no clue what to do about it.โ
โWell, not that I care if heโs going to stay sour and wants his name tarnished in the daily papers as a bitter ex-husbandโฆโ Satoru shrugged, petting Sugu-chan as the cat purred contentedly. โHe is tactless, he very well might be.โ
โYou really want to spite him, donโt youโฆโ Suguru sighed. โYou even sent him a note. It was unnecessary.โ
โHe was the one hurling curses at me and my empress first. Iโm just returning the favor.โ
The note in question was of lines after lines of flowery nonsense about gratitude and whatnot. Satoru imagined Naoya's vein would burst after reading his card.
โIโm happy for you, Satoru.โ As exasperated as Suguru was, his smile was genuine when he said it. โA royal baby, huh...โ
"Suguru." The emperor's voice suddenly dropped an octave, surprising him. "What about the placement of the totem I told you the other day?"
The abrupt shift in conversation made Suguru visibly uncomfortable, and again, they were back to this topic.
"You're seriously going to do this?" the duke asked, almost in disbelief. "Satoru, you're going to become a father. You have everything already. This will lead to war one way or another, andโwhat if the Empress finds out? How do you think it'll make her feel?"
However, Satoru's gaze was cold as he dismissed most of Suguru's tirade. There was a chill in his expression that made his longtime friend inwardly questioned who the man before him was.
"I'm asking you. Have you done it or not, Suguru?"
"You're going to put a curse on a whole village, Satoru."
"I told Zen'in Naoya the moment I got Y/N, that it would mark the beginning of his downfall. I'm making good on that promise."
Suguru pressed his eyes shut to calm his fury. Morally, what Satoru did was wrong, but politically, this was the art of war. Suguru purely opposed to this out of consideration for you.
Few understood Satoru's actions as well as Suguru did. He might understand, others like you and Shoko wouldn't.
"Just remember, when the Empress catches wind of this, she's going to resent you," Suguru warned. "No matter what your reasoning might be."
Satoru's upper lip curled upwards, his eyes bereft of light, narrowing with indifference.
"Unless you never tell her, that is of no relevance."
Love... has he ever loved you all this time?
Naoya had never been confronted with that question or pondered it, simply because he never considered love existed within the context of something as grand as monarchy.
You were chosen because you were well-bred and well-versed in the arts of nobility. You were indeed the epitome of an ideal empress, a fact evident throughout your tenure.
But...
"Naoya!" you yelled at him and caught his hand. "You're a fool! Why did you keep doing that!?"
It was a long-buried memory, when you were still in your teens, around the time you were just made the crown princess. His hands, bruised and bloodied, and you tended to them.
"I'm not weak, you know," he sullenly barked. "I have to train to be stronger."
"You definitely have to train, yes... but you have to take breaks!" you retorted angrily.
"Why do you care so much anyway?" he snapped back. "It's not like your hands that are injured."
And that moment, you were suddenly almost in tears. Naoya never understood why.
"Don't cry." But his instincts told him to make you not cry. "Don't cry. I'm fine, see?"
. . .
Zen'in Naoya jerked awake from his slumber, realizing he had forgotten what his dream was, that it was still the late afternoon, and he was still in his study.
All he felt was that nostalgic feeling, and it intensified when he glanced up... only to see his coronation portrait on the wall.
It was almost as if you were still here. You were incredibly stunning, he had to admit that. Why hadnโt he realized until just recently?
The way your crimson dress flowed out, and that thin, serene smile on your face... you were a picture-perfect empress, and that was not an exaggeration. No one could measure up to youโ
"Your Majesty~!"
Especially not Hanabi.
"Your Majesty, the princess has started holding her head up!" Hanabi, now no longer dressed in rags but rather in one of your dresses, excitedly remarking, "Soon, she will start toโ"
Naoya's gaze fell on her dress. He recognized it instantly. That specific deep, vibrant shade of red with serpent-like waistband. It was one of his gifts to you for your birthday. "Why are you wearing that?"
"Huh?" she seems perplexed. "Oh this... I thought it looks pretty..."
But to her surprise, he suddenly flared with fury. "That isn't yours, you dullard," he spat out.
Her expression sank in heartbreak as he continued with his venomous speech. "Know your place." His words cut like a blade. "And I keep telling you, a princess is of no use to the throne!"
Hanabi fought to hold back the tears, because not only had he insulted her, worse still, he showed no interest in their daughter. "She is still of your blood, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice trembling.
"I told you, I only want a heir." His sneer caused her eyes to widen in shock. "Other than that, I won't care."
"Your Majesty, pleaseโ" Hanabi was desperate for him to acknowledge their daughter, when she caught sight of your ethereal face on the wall.
He still hasn't taken it down. It made her eyes twitch, and her own anger to rise.
"The former empress..." she stared at your picture resentfully. "You still have her here. We never even have our portraits painted..."
Naoya's icy gaze leveled at her without a hint of sympathy, despite the woman standing before him being the mother of his child.
"Why do you look at me like that?" Hanabi asked, tears spilling from her eyes. "You used to care for me when you thought I would bear you a son. Even if it's a daughter, she deserves love too, doesn't she?"
In the last five years, she had come to know that the emperor wasn't always this manic person. He used to be gentler, or at least not as vindictive.
And she never truly wanted you to be cast away like that. She looked up to you, admired you from up close, and meant it when she said she would carry your legacy as best as she could.
"Are you dumb?" Naoya barked. "I told you to know your place!"
...yet why? Why are people in this palace so harsh to her?
โI wish you luck on that, Hanabi. Beware, the emperor is fickleโฆโ
Your unkind eyes, Naoya's disdainful stares even after she gave birth to his child... She didn't even care about becoming the empress anymore. She just wanted a happy life!
"If it was the former empress' child... even if it was a princess..." Hanabi turned to him with determination even amidst her pitiful tears. "You wouldn't cast her aside just like you do now with my daughter, would you, Your Majesty?"
Naoya's gaze, devoid of emotion and filled with blatant disinterest more than anything, shot through her, hurting her more than if it was filled with fury instead.
The lack of warmth in his stare made her feel like being looked through rather than being seen. As if she is that insignificant.
"Leave," he ordered coldly next, turning his back on her.
And there is her answer.
Hanabi had been your maid for five long years. She knew who you were, what you stood for, and your whole demeanor. Yet, despite her best efforts, she could never emulate you in the same way, could she?
. . .
"My lady... don't you know that the former empress is with child?"
Once again, Hanabi felt the sting of ice when her lady-in-waiting delivered the news.
"Empress... Y/N?" she whispered. "How...?"
You were stripped of your titles here, and yet you still remained a queen somewhere else. Hanabi might have won Naoya's favor, but now she was losing it while you had another emperor's affection.
Not much had changed about you. You still occupied the highest seat a woman could possibly attain. Whereas she...
"But she is barren!" she turned to her confidant then, almost in disbelief.
"Evidently not. Emperor Gojo has proven that."
How nice. A part of Hanabi wanted to congratulate you because she knew of your sufferingsโhow much you longed to hold a baby from your womb in your arms.
How unfair... But another part of her couldn't help but despise you. Because even in your absence, she still had to live in your shadow. Because you, who had lost everything, regained it all so easily.
"And my lady... Emperor Gojo is going to throw a banquet for this occasion next month. You are expected to attend it."
"Sweetheart, you asleep?"
One night, several weeks later, just as you were about to drift off to sleep, you felt the sheets shift as Satoru slipped into bed beside you.
Though you didn't turn to face him, you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist from behind.
"Satoru... you're back," you murmured sleepily.
"Mm-hmm," he whispered, pulling you closer to his chest and burying his face in your hair, taking in your scent. "Shoko told me you've been in your bedchamber since breakfast. Are you okay?"
"I get queasy if I walk too much, so I've been lying down all day... But don't worry, the physician said it's normal in early stages of pregnancy."
His grip on you tightened, as he caressed your belly. "Hmm, naughty baby. I'm sorry I wasn't here..."
"Where were you?"
For days now, he had been away, and you hadn't really questioned him. You had your guesses thoughโ
"I was overseeing the construction of a new pagoda," he said softly, kissing your neck. "For you, actually."
That was so unexpected that it made you open your eyes fully. "Whatโ for me?" Building pagoda was definitely not a small affair. Usually it was for religious purposes.
"It's a gift to the heavens for blessing me with you and our baby. It's expected to be completed before your celebration banquet."
The tower would be the testament of his love for you and your unborn child. Despite yourself, your heart swelled with overwhelming warmth.
"You're so silly... why do you spend the tax funds for that?" you brushed off the faint heat in your face, not daring to look at him still.
"Whatever I wouldn't do for you?" he cheekily retorted, chuckling.
You had never felt this cherished before, and this time you were certainโyou were more than ready to fall in love with this man.
But he... is planning to use you, isn't he?
"Satoru." You shuffled to turn and face him, causing him to crack his lidded eyes open. You gazed at him, placing both of your hands on his face, caressing his face softly.
You're so kind to me. I appreciate you for that. You wanted to tell him various things, but the darkness in your heart ever since overhearing his exchange with Suguru made it hard for you to do so.
"Mm? What is it?" he drawled with a small smile, leaning into your touch.
โYou... love me, don't you?โ
His bright eyes found yours then, sharp and steady. An impossibly fond smile graced his lips, as if finding what you said the most natural thing there was.
โThroughout heaven and earth,โ he proclaimed, his voice steady to match his eyes. โYes, my queen.โ
...then you would trust him, if only just for this moment. The genuine sincerity in his eyes, the raw authenticity in his words... it all felt too real.
And so, even when you were well-aware of the bitter possibility of truth, you leaned in and kissed him, giving yourself to his touch as his hand slipped inside you.
And soon, came the day of the lavish banquet solely held to celebrate your pregnancy.
You were seated on your throne, dressed in a stunning aquamarine gown. The skirt of the dress was full and flowing, spilling onto the floor in a waterfall of shimmering fabric. Upon your head perched your crown of diamonds, glinting beneath the light, and your ceremonial veil to make you look as queenly as you could possibly be.
Everyone would agree that you were a sight to behold, and that you were worthy of every praise possible.
"Many congratulations to you, Your Majesty."
"This is a splendid news! A royal baby!"
"To think that the emperor has settled down... sniff, how long have we been waiting for this...? We almost gave up."
You almost giggled at the way Archbishop Yaga wiped his tears with a handkerchief as he presented you with his gift.
Despite your initial reservations, you enjoyed the festivities more than you expected. You had opposed the idea at first, finding it quite unnecessary, but Satoru had pouted for three long days until you eventually relented to appease him.
Speaking of him, he was equally dressed to impress, looking every bit as an emperor he was in an exquisite aquamarine military uniform and robes. Despite engaging in conversation with Earl Nanami, he kept a watchful eye on you, stealing glances in your direction to ensure you were well.
You nodded at him, and he threw you a wink. You smiled.
Everything was truly going well... until the herald announced:
"Prince Megumi and Royal Consort Hanabi from Eastern Empire!"
There was suddenly a hush over the crowd as the two made their entrance. You stilled, looking at the figure responsible for your checkered lifeโ
Hanabi was starkly different since the last you saw her at the courthouse during your divorce. Her dress was now a vibrant shade of burgundy red, reminiscent of a gown you once wore. Gone was her air of humility, replaced by a display of extravagance befitting a noblewoman.
She is no longer your maid, but Naoya's consort. There was no trace of the woman who once served you. You were actually impressed, as she could actually shape herself into the image of a royal consort.
"Empress." However, your attention quickly shifted to Naoya's nephew, and once also your ward, Megumi, as he bowed before you respectfully. "Congratulations."
A fond smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you regarded the young prince who had once been a very shy individual. It reminded you of the days spent with him just to get him out of his shell.
"Thank you, Megumi."
"Diamonds suit you far better than golds do. I wish only for the best for you, Your Majesty."
It warmed your heart, really. Using that reference to your gold crown from your time in the Eastern Empire, you could see how much Megumi truly understood your position and bore no resentment towards you.
Could the same be said for Naoya though?
Right after you received his giftโan ornate box that seemed oddly familiar to youโHanabi suddenly blurted out:
"So, fate has smiled upon you. Congratulations Empress Y/N." She kept that soft, meaningful smile on her face as she offered her felicitations.
Ever since her arrival was announced, something about her demeanor had bothered you. There was a subtle emptiness that seemed to linger in her gaze.
"Thank you," you responded, and that was when you noticed it. There was never any celebration for the birth of her daughter and Naoya, only a passing announcement.
And so, you added. "Congratulations on the birth of the princess too."
You could have sworn her expression fell for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and bowed her head to you.
For a while, you lost sight of her in the crowd, feeling quite comfortable in your dais. Soon after, Satoru returned to your side, and the herald announced:
"Attention! His Majesty the Emperor's gift for Her Majesty the Empress!"
You looked at Satoru questioningly, and he gave you a dashing smirk before turning to the crowd.
"Thank you, all of you, for joining us to celebrate this joyous occasion." The way he carried himself and the sheer confidence he exuded was mesmerizing, you couldn't deny how it made you swoon. "I've been infamous for many things, and I'm sure the tales have spread far and wide. So please, allow me one more gesture with you as the witnesses."
The crowd giggled at his words, and you finally spotted Hanabi among them, quietly assessing the scene.
Your husband turned to you, a soft smile on his face.
"This is for you my empressโ my lovely queen. Words can't describe how elated I am to know that now you bear our child." He took your hand and pressed a kiss on it. "And it's only fitting that I praise you along with the skies and the stars."
A footman arrived and presented a pearly box. Satoru opened it, revealing a necklace inside. The centerpiece was a large, flawless diamond surrounded by smaller, perfectly cut stones of the same kind. No matter how you saw it, it was truly a work of art, meant to captivate and dazzle anyone who laid eyes on it.
You let out a gasp. "This..."
Satoru grinned, picking up the jewelry and preparing to place it on you. "Nothing much. Just a little trinket for you."
"This is not just a 'little trinket'!"
Your banter elicited another round of snickers from the audience as Satoru fastened the necklace around your neck. The moment he did, the crowd erupted into applause.
"Actually, my real gift is the new pagoda in the royal gardens, built in honor of the Empress," Satoru stated effortlessly, grinning unabashedly. "Feel free to stop by later, everyone."
To the ton, for him to gift you with something so sacred was the height of extravagance. Some of them wondered how you had managed to turn the elusive emperor into someone so devoted to you.
And a few... might be harboring ill will against you for it.
. . .
Later that night, you were sorting through the gifts you had received throughout the day.
"I don't understand, why would you give an expecting woman this?" Shoko picked apart a manuscript that was the gift from Archbishop Yaga. "Who would read this?"
"I wouldn't, but I'm sure Duke Geto would," you replied, and soon the two of you were giggling together.
From jewelry to ornaments, you were pleased with all the gifts presented by the guests from day one. While most were given out of formality, it was heartwarming to imagine your baby seeing all these someday.
Your attention soon turned to the box Megumi handed you earlierโNaoya's gift.
You were intrigued, because what could your spiteful ex-husband could possibly give you? And you immediately reached over to open the lid to find...
"What's that?" Shoko asked as your eyes widened in slight surprise.
Inside the box was an intricate gold and ruby necklace. One you knew well. The very one you wore during your coronation as the Empress of the Eastern Empire.
Years ago, Naoya himself had chosen this piece for you, and now he was gifting it to you, again?
โFrom now on, itโs going to be me and you, Empress.โ
Reliving years of your marriage with him wasn't easy. You two were childhood sweethearts, and had been happy in the beginning. You couldn't pinpoint when things began to fall apart, but suddenly Naoya turned into such a person you didn't recognize altogether.
Seeing this relic made you nostalgic, and before you realized it, you touched it, trying to get a better lookโ
"Ahโ!"
Suddenly, a sharp, unexpected pain shot through your abdomen. You instantly dropped the jewelry, letting it crash to the ground, and clutched your lower belly.
"Empress! What happened?!" Shoko rushed to your side in an instant, holding you up, and you whimpered.
"It hurtsโ!" Your breath hitched, as a seemingly invisible knife gutted you from inside. The intensity of the pain was overwhelming, leaving you gasping for breath. "Shoko, pleaseโ"
And before you could even scream or think, the pain blindsided you and your vision titled, before blacking out completely.
First came the warmth, then a reassuring squeeze on your hand. As your consciousness returned, you felt groggy, with your surroundings sharpening into focus.
The first thing that became your main focus the moment your eyes fluttered open was Satoru's face, a mixture of fright and relief etched across his features.
"You're awake..." He breathlessly muttered, sitting on your bedside, interlacing his fingers with yours. "How do you feel?"
"Sa...toru..." your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, and as soon as he heard you speak, he exhaled sharply, pulling you into a tight embrace.
"Heavens, Iโ" he let out a long sigh, his breath hot against your neck. "I'm so glad... you are..."
"What h-happened to me...?" you were feeling feverish and a dull throb was pounding at the back of your head, before the shock of it all dawned on you. "B-baby...! Ourโ!"
"Baby is okay too, don't worry," Satoru assured, pulling away from you to gently touch your cheek and squeeze your hand. "Both of you are fine for now..."
The horror that you might lose your baby shook you to the very core. Your vision blurred with the threatening onset of tears.
"Wh-at happened to me, Satoru...?" you asked again as he wiped your first falling tears, your heartbeat sounding so loud in your ears. "I-I was just..."
His expression took on a sudden shift, as if a dark cloud had passed over his face.
"You came into contact with a cursed object," he stated, his eyes hard as he locked onto yours. "You were cursed, Y/N."
"What...?" You were rendered speechless, feeling your body starting to shake. Cursed object? Your past coronation necklace?
Naoya was trying to curse you?
"It's okay, I'm here now, yeah?" Satoru's voice broke through your spiraling thoughts, grounding you in the present. "Look at me. Hey, look at me." he repeated, his deep blue eyes locking onto yours with intensity.
โIโm here. Iโm here with you. Nothingโabsolutely nothingโwill touch you so long as Iโm here.โ
But in that moment, your mind was so overwhelmed with fear for yourself and your unborn baby that you couldn't fully grasp the magnitude of the mess unfolding before you, and you just cried in his arms.
Feeling your feeble fingers fisting his robes and your inconsolable tears staining his collar, Satoru gritted his teeth.
โThis won't happen again,โ he whispered into your hair, feeling his rage simmering as he felt the tremors of your sobs against his chest. โI swear, I won't let anything like this happen again.โ
To Satoru, that was more than enough to justify all his subsequent actions. Putting a curse on his empress essentially amounted to an act of beginning a war.
And it also meant he no longer had to operate behind the scenes.
โKeep them in Clock Tower. No contact. Only food and water at designated times.โ
Satoru's icy gaze on the captain of royal guard compelled him to hastily comply with the order, before his eyes landing on the map of the entire continent.
In response to the incident that befell you, he issued orders for open hostility along the eastern and western borders. Soon after, he would formally declare his intention to go to war.
So close. He was so close to achieving his end goal.
. . .
"Satoru!"
Several days later, Suguru burst into his study, visibly outraged. He clenched his fists, looking as if he was about to throttle him altogether.
"Youโ" he heaved a harsh breath. "You have gone too far!"
"What are you talking about, Suguru?"
"Is cursing the entire winery village not enough for you?" This was the first time Suguru had been this furious with him. "Did you really have to massacre the neighboring district as well?!"
"They have placed a curse on my empress." It was so easy for him to say it. "Anyone who dares to harm her shall die."
"You can direct it at Zen'in Naoya! Not the innocent civilians!"
Satoru remained silent, neither shaken nor enraged, and he had finally had enough.
โAre you even sure itโs because the empress is cursed?" Suguru challenged. In his view, this farce had been going on too long.
โNo, Satoru. You are just using her. For so long, you have wanted to bring bloodshed to Western Empire. You were almost there when Empress Y/N proposed that deal to marry you.โ
You were informed, days later.
โHis Majesty has placed the prince and royal consort of the Western Empire under strict watch in Clock Tower.โ
Clock Tower was essentially the prison where they kept war criminals. Learning that Satoru had confined both Megumi and Hanabi there left you aghast.
After some days of bedrest and getting better, you realized that the entire situation still didn't make sense to you. As hateful as Naoya was, harming you would do him more harm than good. Eastern and Western Empires stood evenly matched in military power, and hence, a conflict between them would bring devastation to both sides.
And moreover, you knew for sure was that Megumi was definitely not the one responsible for this. He was just a boy!
You had to let him out somehow. You had to talk to Satoru about this.
Or at least that was what you thought when you came close to his study.
โAre you even sure it's because the empress is cursed? No, Satoru. You are just using her. For so long, you have wanted to bring bloodshed to Western Empire. You were almost there when Empress Y/N proposed that deal to marry you.โ
You stopped on your tracksโstunned into place, to be exact.
โAnd youโve struck gold when she did because her influence will provide you with greater advantage.โ Suguru scoffed then, lightly shaking his head with a sneer. โLove? How laughable. All these years, you are planning your warpath, how could you claim you love her when you're trying to ravage her homeland without even considering the impact it would have on her?โ
It felt like whiplash. Geto Suguru's voice had your feet rooted to the spot, causing all your doubts to resurface and sizzle in an instant. The very question you had tried to avoid, it was suddenly shoved in your face.
What... will Satoru say? Your heart thumped so loud in your ears it made you almost stagger. He couldn't possibly. He simply couldn't. All his actions... they reflected his affection for you and you believed it because you felt it yourself too.
But Satoru's next response wasโ
โEven when she is derided as the devil, I will bring an end to the Zenโin line in this lifetime.โ
And a part of your heart withers then.
The tips of your fingers trembled, finally taking in everything that you had tried to ignore for the past few weeks. It all caught up to you in one overwhelming rush.
Suddenly, it felt as if something inside your chest was torn out and held up for you to see.
"I'm telling you, that day will come sooner than you think, Satoru." Suguru's voice broke through, his frustration palpable. His words snapped you out of your reverie, and you took a step back, retreating to the safety of your study.
The first time you felt utter hollowness wrecking you was when you had suspected that Naoya might have taken Hanabi to his bed. The feelings overwhelming you now were eerily similar to how you felt back then.
Only in this caseโฆ
You had used him first, and if he used you in return... you couldn't fault him.
But isn't it still a bitter truth, even when a mutual transaction is very well within his rights, to know that what you believe as love may apparently not really be the case?
Love... of course, he loves you.
Of that, he was certain.
But at the same timeโฆ he had his ambitions.
Destroying the Eastern Empire. Was it so wrong that he wanted it? Didn't you want this as well? After all, Naoya had spurned you for a lowly servant and made your life hell, didnโt he?
Satoru strolled through the halls and made his way to your study, where the sight of you, so pretty and regal in your seat, greeted him.
His beautiful, graceful wife and empress of his nation. For so long, he had desired you, and now here you were, perched within his walls. His heart couldn't be more fullโ his life is complete already.
"Sweetheart, hey... how are you feeling today?" an adoring grin was visible on his face as he approached you. "Does the baby give you trouble today?"
You didn't answer though, and didn't look at him either. It was quite strange, Satoru thought.
"What's wrong? Is there somethingโ" And when you finally turned to him, the look in your eyes was so eerily cold it almost gave him a chill.
"Release Megumi from your dungeon," you told him with a strained tone. "And return him to his home empire."
The smile on Satoru's face vanished that instant.
"I can't do that."
You rose from your seat, facing him. "He is just a child."
Satoru regarded you with a stern look. โThat child you speak about is a prince of the Eastern Empire. He has committed a great crime against you.โ
โNaoya didnโt do it.โ Your steely gaze was unflinching. โHe might be senseless, but he isnโt insane enough to deliberately go into a war he might possibly lose.โ
Satoru's eyes darkened at your words, as you stood before him with determination. The way you were so adamant somehow took him aback. โHow... could you defend him? He has wronged you!โ
It was one question you had expected, and you had the answer ready.
โEven if he has, I could never wish doom upon my own homeland, Satoru. Iโve lived most of my life there, I did a great deal of things thereโ even if you harbor some sort of misguided contempt or just bloodthirsty enough to lay ruin to Eastern Empire, I refuse to be the puppet for your schemes!โ
There it was. You had said it. Everything would crumble once again just like your previous marriage.
Satoru was staring at you in slight disbelief, his eyes gleamed with something that you couldn't really pinpoint. Anger? Disappointment?
โYour life was in danger, as was our unborn childโs. Donโt you care about thatโ!โ he actually had to stop to catch his breath. โDonโt you care that our child nearly didn't make it?โ
โAnd? You must have thought it was the perfect grounds for declaring a war?โ but you didnโt relent and questioned him with a scoff. โAnd afterwards, you would try to use me to gain defectors from Eastern Empire, is that it?โ
You saw the flash of surprise in your now-husband's eyes right when you recited his words, but you weren't about to hold back any longer now.
โNow youโre using my safety to justify your actions,โ you hissed, feeling like suddenly you understood what all of this was. โYouโre quite cunning, Satoru. Iโve heard everythingโyou will do anything to bring an end to the Zen'in lineage! You wonโt even consider the repercussions of my reputation being tarnished across the lands!โ
โIs that even important now?โ Satoru gritted his teeth to suppress his irritation. โYou have been cursed. Do you honestly think I would let them get away with cursing my empress? How could I, who seek to protect you, be more vicious than whoever in Eastern Empire who cursed you with that necklace?โ
โYouโre doing this for your personal gratification!โ you exclaimed. โIt is never about me. Youโre just a warmonger!โ
The moment those words left your lips, Satoru stilled. His gaze on you faltered, and you couldโve sworn hurt flashed in his face.
โJust how lowโฆ is your opinion of me?โ he asked, his tone dropping, eyes devoid of emotion. โYou jump into conclusions only after overhearing something in a passing and yet you know for sure Naoya wouldnโt harm youโโ he clenched his jaw.
โYouโฆ really loved him, didnโt you?โ he asked with a sardonic smile. โI know it already. You wonโt ever be able to do the same for me. You canโt even trust me.โ
You were rendered speechless. Despite your doubts of him, hearing this still felt like a slap in your face.
Wonโt be able to do the same for him? No. Thatโs not true. You areโ
Satoru let out a defeated laugh and ran his hand through his hair, leaving you uncertain whether he was amused or heartbroken by your lack of response.
โItโs funny, how I have loved you for so long... but apparently the woman I believed to have even a semblance of affection for me doesnโt even exist.โ
It felt like that one part of you that was capable of feeling love had been stabbed once again.
To say this out loud hurt you deeply, unbeknownst to him. You didnโt mean this at all, still it was what came out of you, out of spiteโ
โIn the end, weโre just using each other. Thatโs all we amount to.โ
Satoru bitterly snorted, finding your accusation so unfair to him.
โHow cruel is it that Iโm the only one who has to prove this love to you? What about you? Youโre terribly, horribly selfish!โ
You stayed silent, looking away, caught between the scorching knives that seemed to twist your heart and conflicting emotions in it, uncertain of what to believe anymore. And you didn't really know what heartbreak was like beforeโ
โIt has been really exhausting, and I donโt want to bother anymore.โ
When his gaze next met yours, dark and piercing, you realized he was no longer the same man who once promised you love and devotion.
โYou're free to believe whatever truth you wish. But remember, even if you are my wife and the empress of this nation, should you commit any transgressionsโฆ I wonโt hesitate to accuse you of treason, Empress.โ
You have committed treason.
Satoru had conducted investigation of the sorts just to prove his point. And yet days later, no direct evidence pointing towards Megumi or Hanabi were found in that cursed necklace.
Punishment for treason is imminent death. You were well-aware of that more than anyone, but your consciousness wouldn't allow it if Megumi had to be hanged due to Satoru's antagonism.
"Your Majesty, your kindness knows no bounds," Megumi said, dropping to one knee before you and lowering his head in the throne room. Satoru had chosen not to grace any of you with his presence, leaving you alone to bid farewell to both Megumi and Hanabi.
Since then, you hadn't spoken with him, nor had he visited your chambers. It was as if he considered you nonexistent at all.
And it is really only a matter of time before he finds out.
But at the very least, you were right. It was never Megumi. That boy was fond of you, he could never. So, you shifted your gaze on the woman next to him.
"Royal Consort Hanabi. A word."
It was the cue for everyone else to exit the throne room. Now, you were faced with this woman once again, and yet one thing remained the sameโ you were still towering over her.
"Why did you do it?" Your calm gaze betrayed a quiet anger that was unmistakably clear. All because of this woman. It was beyond you, how despite having left your past life behind, she had somehow managed to taint your new one as well.
Hanabi looked away, a hint of shame coloring her features. "Your Majesty knows, so why do you spare me?" she asked quietly.
"How preposterous of you to think that I have spared you," you scoffed. "All this time, have you learned nothing at all from standing by Naoya's side?"
She flinched, visibly making herself smaller at your unforgiving tone, still, she dared herself to meet your eyes.
"Can I ask... why you never consider it as Emperor Naoya's doing?" she seemed more confused more than anything, even as her lips wobbled. "The two of you... you don't really hate each other, so why...?"
You didn't want to dwell on why Naoya had chosen that specific piece of jewelry to return to you. If anything, you'd consider it his final parting gift and be done with it.
But the naivety of this woman was astounding. Someone like her wouldn't last long in your seat. You let out a sigh, torn between feeling sorry for her or not.
"You have much to learn about court affairs, Hanabi. And do not think this is an act of mercy. Sending you back to Naoya is a punishment in itselfโyou know that by now."
Hanabi trembled where she stood, her breaths were shallow, and her hands shook slightly as she struggled to maintain composure in your presence.
Realizing it was futile to continue the conversation, you decided to conclude it.
"Know that I will never forgive you for what you have done to me." Your sharp eyes squared on her, the cold ire in your tone making her shudder.
In all the years Hanabi had known you, you had never appeared more fearsome than you did now, adorned in silks of deep blue hues, with that crown of diamonds gleaming in your head.
Then, as if sealing her fate, you delivered these parting words:
"You've always coveted what I have, and sooner or later, that will be your downfall."
The palace felt suffocating for you. After sending Hanabi away, you took a walk in the gardens, followed closely by your ladies-in-waiting.
Good heavens, what have you done? You definitely didn't regret saving Megumi, but no matter how, you had committed a great crime against your own empire. A sentence would loom over your head!
And what about your baby? Would Satoru execute you while you still had his child inside you?
The very thought made your vision tilt, and you had to lean on the wall for support. Your ladies-in-waiting were immediately clamoring against each other.
"Leave," you commanded, trying to catch your breath while doing so. "I'llโฆ take some time to rest here."
It took you a moment to realize you had reached the pagoda that Satoru had commissioned for you. This was your first time visiting it. The structure was magnificent, towering in height and adorned with exquisite decorations, leaving you in awe.
"It's a gift to the heavens for blessing me with you and our baby."
You wanted to cry. His voice, soft and smooth, conveyed those words so easily to you. He really loved you, didn't he? What made you so unsure about that undeniable fact?
And now you had broken his heart.
Your hand reached for your belly. Though hidden by your dress, you could distinctly feel that it had become firmer these days, holding the product of your love with Satoru.
"I'm sorry, baby..." you whispered, heartbroken. "I didn't mean to drag you into this too..."
You felt nauseous, your breaths come in short pants, and you felt a headache coming. It didn't really register to you that you had crashed into the candle table, before you collected yourself and ventured deeper inside.
You just wanted a sense of peace and quiet. You would think more later, and right now, the darkness inside felt like a comforting lull for you to rest.
. . .
Or at least that was what you had intended, until you looked back and saw the swirling inferno creeping through the halls.
It didn't take long for Satoru to figure out you had really orchestrated Megumi's release.
More than his wounded pride, it was the searing pain of realizing that you truly believed he was only using you for his own benefit. It felt like an insult to everything he had done for you.
Why couldn't you see that? Just how hard is it for you to understand?
And now that it had come to this... what did you expect from him? Should he really make good on his word and punish you? It tore his heart to even consider it.
However, what was worse wasโฆ did you think he was really capable of that too?
Amidst his heartache, suddenly he heard loud commotion from outside his study, yells and cries of helpโ and it roused him from his thoughts that he came out of his study, only to come right into a familiar face.
"Anyone! Anyone at all!" one of your maids was running, sobbing and hysterical. "Her Majesty! Please help Her Majesty!"
"What is all of this ruckus?" Satoru demanded, catching the maid by the hand, as she stuttered in tears.
And then, everything came crashing down with the next words.
"The Empressโ is trapped inside the burning tower!"
Paring: streamer Sukuna x Beauty influencer F!Reader
Summary: Ryomen Sukuna was a very well known streamer, in a very well known streaming group. Known for his Idgaf attitude.
Y/N L/N is a very popular beauty influencer who is starting to rise and make her dreams come true.
You never hid that your โcelebrity crushโ was Ryomen Sukuna though itโs when Sukuna sees you in an AD campaign on one of his streams that he starts to know who you are.
Tropes: Frenimes, friends to lovers, opposite attracts.
Warnings: MDNI, smut, mentions of bullying, professional fighting, cussing, 5 year age gap. (I thinks that all, inform me otherwise)
Taglist: @cosmicbreathe @mangiswig @nyxlai @attackonnat @rqdior @ashfrommyfire @Christinerose380 @lavender-hvze @kunasexygf @fandomtrash5092 @sukunamylovexoxo (ask or comment to be added)
Chapters
Chapter one -> who is she?
A little Q&A video โ sponsored by an AD company you did an Ad campaign with โ blew up over night. Fans shipping you with your newly revealed crush, who so far appears as if he donโt even know you exist. Sukunaโs reaction to seeing your AD, did not help the shipping.
Chapter Two -> you only live once.
Your new friend Nobara invites you to one of her and her giant group of friends hang out. You didnโt know it was street racing, nor did you knew if getting in Sukunaโs car during it was a good idea. But you still did it.
Chapter Three -> Happy Halloween
Halloween your favorite holiday, and this year lots of things are different. Youโre doing a job you love, youโre making new friends, and this year, youโre not celebrating alone. This year, things are exciting.
summary: the chairman of the gojo group of companies, gojo satoru, is in need of an heir and quick. however, with an infertile and emotionally distant wife and his subsequently crumbling marriage, he is forced to explore other options which now comes in the form of his sweet-tempered secretary who, unbeknownst to him, is head over heels in love with the big bad of roppongiโs central business district.
warnings: 18+, angst, smut, unrequited love, themes pertaining to infertility, female reproductive health issues, surrogacy, mentions of pregnancy, marital troubles, suicidal tendencies, self-harm.
๐ pinned announcements: nothing yet. see everyone in the first chapter!
you are an empress perfect in every way... until your husband suddenly casts you aside for his expecting mistress. but you won't be dethroned just like that, because the newly coronated western emperor, gojo satoru, sets his sights on you, and thus your revenge against your ex-husband begins...
genre/warnings:
18+ suggestive contentโminors do not interact!โmight be ooc, kinda slowburn, angst to eventual fluff, divorce, marriage of convenience, heavy pining (from gojo's part), childhood friends trope, mentions of infidelity, misogyny, infertility, explicit smut
note:
loosely inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress (but i promise you, it's different). my god, for the past month this is all i can think about *sobs* wc. 10.5k ! this is the longest thing i've ever posted here, and if you'd give it a chance, then i'll be really, really thankful!
credit header goes to @/gojokko in twitter!
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โI accept the divorce.โ
Your perfect life was done for. Everything you had worked hard towardsโ it was now in shambles and tatters.
You, an ethereal, revered empress... someone untarnished in the face of public and private, had just agreed to the emperorโs blatant request of separation.
โMy god... how can this be!?โ
โYour Majesty! Please reconsider!โ
Emperor Zenโin Naoya of the Eastern Empire, your husbandโand companion for more than ten yearsโsmirked as he looked down at you, paying zero attention to the uproar in this courthouse.
But then you heard that kind, velvety voice from the back of your head:
โIf you become my empressโฆ that will make me the happiest man alive.โ
This place has turned into a whopping circus ever since you and Naoya stepped inside anyway. And so, having nothing worthy left to lose, you declared, โAnd I demand an immediate approval for my remarriage.โ
Your boldness once again stirred a wave of clamor among the crowd, and even Naoya was glaring at you in disbelief now. โA remarriageโฆ? How dare youโ!โ
โWell... is it the time for my grand entrance?โ
Deep from behind the curtains, suddenly he emerged, dressed in the most lavish robes befitting his own throne, outshining everyone in the room as if he was the one owning the place.
โHeh.โ His low chuckle stunned even the mass as he took big strides towards where you were.
This would seal your fate. From now onwards, you would no longer be the perfect empress. Your messy divorce and remarriage will relegate that image to history.
โMy goodness, thatโsโฆโ the woman in the front gasped. โWestern Empireโsโฆโ
โGojoโฆ Satoru?โ Naoya's eyes lit with genuine fury as the other man took his place by your side. โYou couldn't possibly meanโฆ!โ
You interrupted him regally. โYes, he is the man I wish to remarry.โ
This event was going to blow up tomorrow, with scandalous titles no less than The Deposed Empress Remarries! And there was no going back, ever.
How did your pristine life turn into such a shameful debacle? None of these turn of events would be imaginable for you several years prior...
SATORU, THE CROWN PRINCE OF WESTERN EMPIRE
To Satoru, you were more than just the eastโs breathtaking empressโyou had captured his attention long before you ascended to that role.
Seven years ago, you were the renowned noble lady, the paragon of perfection sought after by many lords and monarchs alike.
You were both cunning and fair, pretty in the face, came from an illustrious family known for birthing famous empresses in either western and eastern empires. You were the quintessential template that mothers advised their sons to seek in a wife.
The fairest in the landโthat was how people called you. And Gojo Satoru is always and only interested in the best.
โSuguru... look at her.โ His eyes would soften at the sight of you as he nudged at his closest ally and confidant, the duke. โShe is so... pretty, isnโt she?โ
Unfortunately, you had been promised to the Eastern Empireโs crown prince from a long time ago too. There was little that the outsiders, including himselfโeven if he was the heir apparent to his own throneโcould do to sway your heart.
โThere's more to women than their faces, Satoru,โ Suguru sighed, thinking that what he had was a mere lust. โMoreover, sheโs engaged to the Zenโin... and they have a very good relationship. Nothing you can do about that.โ
โHmph.โ
To be honest, he couldnโt fathom what you could possibly like about that murderous Zenโin spawn. He was a pompous human being, no less.
How on earth could you stand someone like that? Satoru had always wonderedโฆ especially when it was well-known to the land that you and him were on good terms despite your arranged marriage.
โand once, he thought he knew who you areโฆ
. . .
Satoru swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat as he attended the royal wedding of you and Zenโin Naoya. Despite hating the circumstances, he had to admit it was a fairytale weddingโalbeit with the wrong groom.
You were the epitome of picture book princess. In his eyes, and in the eyes of the attendees of your wedding.
Oh, and he made headlines too, that dayโ
โMy princess, may I have this dance?โ
Two hours hadnโt even passed by after you swore your vows as Naoyaโs bride, and there he was, asking for your first dance, in your own wedding ball, right in front of your newly wedded husband.
Everyone bet on you turning him down and making a fool of himself, but instead, to spare his feelings, you put your delicate hand in his, and with a wide, shy smile, you said, โYes.โ
Satoru thought it was his greatest achievement then. To have made Naoya red-faced, to have made him watch as he put his hands on your waist, twirl you aroundโ and come one breath away from your face.
โPrincess, youโreโฆโ his breath caught as he pulled you close, staring straight at your faceโand suddenly he felt like life was so unfair to him as the slow melody of waltz was all he could hear.
How could you be this close... and yet so far by being somebody elseโs wife?
And yet he forced the words out, with sincerity he had never showed anyone else before, even as his heart bled and shattered. โYouโre so incredibly beautiful.โ
Your eyes widened, sparkling with wonder, before you thanked him with the loveliest of smiles. โThank you. Youโre too kind.โ
Satoru was certain... you had ruined him, because no one else would ever be able to turn his world with just a smile like you did, even as you broke his heart too into a million pieces.
. . .
Ever since that day, everyone had branded him as a prince in search of scandalโcoveting the princess married to Zenโin clan.
What everyone didnโt know was that it went beyond that. His obsession of you went beyond your beauty and charms and wits. Rather, it goes a long way back.
YOU, THE CROWN PRINCESS OF EASTERN EMPIRE
As inconceivable as it was, once upon a time, you and Naoya were a truly, happy couple.
Handpicked by the late emperor to become his sonโs wife, you couldnโt be more proud. With you being the next empress of the Eastern Empire, your clan once again proved itself that it was always worthy of a seat in the monarchy.
But beyond that, you were elated that it was Naoya that you ended up marrying. Your own childhood friend, who often led you around his palace by hand and filled your days with many joy and laughs.
โOne day soon, when we are the emperor and the empressโโ younger Naoya was always someone who had big dreams about ruling his nation. โWe will create a nation in which no one can do anything as they please! Weโll establish order, and anyone who goes against it will be punished! That way, itโll encourage fairness!โ
Not knowing it yourself, you had given your heart wholly to him. You had agreed to all his dreams and visions. You devoted yourself to them all, even more so after your marriage and coronation, as he promised you an ever after.
โFrom now on, itโs going to be me and you, Empress.โ
YOU, THE EMPRESS OF EASTERN EMPIRE
โYour role is to give an heir to the throne, Empress.โ
Your title had never sounded so heavy to you before now, especially when Naoya was the one saying it.
You sighed, gathering your wits and scattered feelings before levelling your calm gaze on your husband. โI understand that, Your Majesty. But it is not something that I can do on my own.โ
This year would mark the fifth year of your marriage to Naoya. You understood that the fact you still werenโt able to be with his child would raise questions from the court, but still, must you be reminded of this fact over and over?
Your husbandโno, the emperorโbarked a satire laugh.
โOh, really? As I understand it, being infertile is not something I can help you with.โ
That hurt. It was a searing pain, like being branded with a red-hot iron. And it felt as if he had torn through your chest with his fist alone.
โIโm not infertile.โ Your eyes gleamed with pure defiance as you lifted your chin, facing him in his audience chamber.
It dawned on you that lately, one of the few ways you could speak to him was by requesting an audience as opposed to your usual midnight talks in your private chambers.
When did it start to change? Or was Naoya this kind of person right from the very beginning and you were just blinded by love back then?
"Oh? And what would you call being childless for five years then?" Naoya sneered at you from his dais, placing one hand on his jaw. "Bad luck? You must be terribly cursed with misfortune then."
You fisted your dress, summoning all your strength to hold back tears. Don't you dare cry. Not in front of him.
It wasn't as if you didn't want to carry his heir. For many women, holding their baby in their arms is a cherished dream, and when they hold a position of power like yours, it becomes not just a desire but a duty.
You tried everythingโcalling in the best doctors, consuming horrible potions, even consulting with the oracle. And they all said you were perfectly healthy and fine. You were at your wits end too.
The irony. You were celebrated in public for your competence, while privately, you suffered your husband's cold detachment and cruel remarks.
. . .
"Empress, where should we put the welcome gifts?"
You studied the floor plan of the banquet hall for your annual New Year's ball with a thoughtful hum before pointing at the entrance.
"Place it here. We want our guests to know that we are generous, and it's easily accessible since the parlor is the first area they reach after arriving."
You loved planning festivities. It was therapeutic in a way, and it gave you little time to think of anything else.
"Oh, and I want to have a welcome arch and flowers placed at the entrance too. This is the grandest event of the year, second only to the Emperor's birthday... we must display the grandeur that befits such an occasion."
Your head maidservant, Hanabi, placed a hand on her abdomen and nodded with a warm smile. "That's a very clever suggestion, Your Majesty! I'll ensure they arrange everything just as you wish!"
As she scurried away, you watched her with an assessing gaze. Hanabi had been with you throughout the five years of your marriage, always at your side, assisting with day-to-day matters and serving as your confidant. She was a great aide.
And you were observant by nature... so of course you noticed things.
...and if you were correct, then she was most definitely with a child.
The thing is... she is unmarried. You hesitated to jump to conclusions without evidence, yet the timing struck you as more than coincidentalโit nagged at you for weeks now, suggesting a connection you hoped did not exist.
Because if they really did... then...
You didn't dare to think, because it would be more than a nightmare. But you weren't able to let this go either, so you did what was necessary.
You planted a note in Hanabi's chamber, and then you waited in the gardens, the chilly midnight air wrapping around you like a shroud.
You had done everything you could. Five years ago, you let go of everything and had decided to spend your life with your first loveโNaoya.
Because you truly and devotedly love him. You give your all for himโfor your life together.
"Ooh, Your Majesty~! It's so cold out here, why not in our usualโ"
Hanabi's voice faltered as soon as she saw your crimson gown, feeling like the world had collapsed on her. And you rigidly turned towards her, feeling more or less the same.
And yet, what you had received from him is the greatest betrayal.
SATORU, THE EMPEROR OF THE WESTERN EMPIRE
He first realized something was clearly wrong with you during the New Yearโs ball that you hosted.
Satoru had just been crowned emperor during this time, and though rulers typically sent envoys to such grand celebrations due to concurrent festivities in their own lands, it had been several months since he last saw you. He wants to see you.
A meritless action, but he wanted to, regardless.
But that day, you were a fantastic actress in this stage called banquet hall and nobody was the wiserโฆ but he would know, because you mattered a lot to him.
"Your Majesty, you don't seem well." He approached you with a glass of champagne, affixing a friendly smile. "Is there anything amiss?"
Taken aback, you didn't expect such close proximity that you took a step back. His smile almost faltered, but he kept it up.
"Emperor Satoruโ"
"Ah, none of that, no. Address me just as you usually do, hmm?"
A smile finally tugged at your lips. "How is that fair, when you address me so formally?"
Satoru chuckled. "You, my queen, deserve all the finery and grandeur there is. And I will see to it that you do."
That was his nickname for you ever since you ascended the throne. Both of your countries refer you as โempressโ, but he loves addressing you as โqueenโ instead.
There was a shift in your expression, and he thought you looked melancholic. It bothered him, stirring a desire to erase that somber look from you. Because above anything and everything, you had to be happy and smiling.
"You're still a flirt, I see, Satoru," you remarked, throwing him a soft smile. "It won't do you good if you're seen with me most of the time, you know."
No, Iโm doing this just for you. He wanted to tell you that, but he sighed instead. "You've got it wrong. When I'm in the company of the most beautiful woman in the lands, what's there to be ashamed of?"
Perhaps hearing that finally melted you a bit as you freely giggled this time, and Satoru was glad that he made you laugh even a little.
"You would think that, huh..." you fondly mumbled. And then your expression crumbled, and he could've sworn something painful flashed in your eyesโ
What happened to you? He so desperately wanted to ask, but then he saw that preying gaze on both of you. Zenโin Naoya. Satoru clicked his tongue as he watched him weave through the crowd, his gaze locked ominously on both of you.
โSeems like we donโt have much time, after all,โ he began, urgency sharpening his words. โBut rest assured, whenever you want to talk to me, just send a little birdie my way and I shall answer.โ
โHuh?โ you blinked at him questioningly, totally not getting what he meant.
He winked, then took your hand and placed a kiss on it, eliciting murmurs of surprise from the crowd at his bold gesture. โAnd chin up, my queen. You have nothing to fear, and if it makes you feel better...โ
He leaned in to whisper in your ear, โTo me, a diamond is most beautiful. And youโฆ are one that sparkles above all.โ
โNaoya, unhand me this instant!โ
You were tired of this shit, of Naoya always manhandling youโof him always having a total control over you.
After seeing how close you got to Satoru, Naoya practically saw red. Still, in the prying eyes of public, he remained unperturbed, but his vice-like grip on your arm was sure to leave bruise as he unkindly led you out of the ballroom.
"Naoya!" you raised your voice this time, even louder than before, uncaring even when the wandering eyes of the servants curiously followed the two of you.
You were not made an empress just to follow him. And with that conviction, you forcibly pulled your arm away from his grip right after he shut the door to the drawing room close, not even wincing at the stinging feeling.
His eyes shone with anger. โYou insolentโ!โ
โNoโโ You stood your ground, and suddenly you got very irate and burst out, โHow dare you, Zenโin Naoya!โ
He looked at you with equal surprise and mortification, clearly unprepared for your righteous tirade.
"You have made a mockery of our marriage! You have insulted me and your own throne by carrying on withโ with the help! My maid!" you screamed at his face, pure anger coursing through your veins. "How could you!?"
Naoya took in your outburst with eerie silence, a sneer slowly forming on his lips. "You get riled up over that? Have you forgotten emperors are free to take mistresses, especially when the empress isn't capable to bear any heirs?"
A burning arrow shot straight to your heart at his response but you willed yourself not to show it. "Regardless, you could've done better and not put our throne to shame by fucking a servant."
"I've told you time and time again. A woman's duty is to bear children, and since you've proven yourself beyond barren, I did you a favor."
"A favor...?"
"As soon as Hanabi births that child, you can raise him as your own," Naoya frankly stated unabashedly, as if proud with his idea. "Saves you the trouble and I get my heir, a win-win solution, no?"
Raise him as my own...? Saves the trouble? You could've sworn that throughout your entire life, you had never been so insulted before now, right in this moment.
"What I do, I always have my throne in mind. And yet you..." his eyes narrowed into unsatisfied slits. "What are you trying to achieve by whoring yourself to that rake, Gojo Satoru? Are you telling people of the ton that you're having an affair?"
His voice made you want to throw up. The realization that everything you thought you had together might have meant nothing to him at all made you feel sick.
And so, hiding your trembling hands and swallowing you unshed tears, you responded to him with a clipped toneโ
"You're most despicable, Naoya. And you are a complete fool if you think even for a second that I'd want to raise your bastard!"
He seemed taken aback by your rejection, but you didn't falter. "And oh, since you want to make use of that lowly maid so much, feel free to take her back and track her down yourself, because I've sent that wench away."
With that, you turned your back on him, striding out with your head held high, even as your life crumbled into dust.
Days after your full-blown argument with Naoya, your situation only worsened. By now, even the palace servants knew you had incurred his wrath, while Hanabi had won his favor by carrying his childโpossibly the heir to the throne.
The child she was carrying was no threat to your position. After all, you were the empress. A child of your blood would trample over any bastard.
However, you'd be damned if you shared a bed with him again, and Naoya made it clear that his mistress would be elevated to the rank of royal consort. Given the current trajectoryโand history's tendency to repeat itselfโemperors often divorced or banished their empresses in favor of their mistresses.
Bah. You could only scoff at your laughable predicament. You came from a prestigious clan and were revered, yet now you were no more than a scorned woman.
Dark thoughts consumed your mind for a timeโyou couldn't deny that you had considered leaving the palace for self-imposed exile or even ending your life. However, reason always prevailed.
You wouldn't give Naoya what he wanted most: your compliance. And around the time when you resolved to do that, a finely decorated envelope arrived at your study, with no signature whatsoever.
Intrigued, you opened it to find an intricate dried rose bookmark and a folded letter nestled inside.
Greetings to you, my queen. Yeah, it's me. Hope you won't be too surprised. But if you do, know that I always mean well.
Satoru. You weren't expecting this. A small smile tugged at your lips. How long had it been since you last smiled so freely?
I've heard you love reading, hence the bookmark. Fun fact: I made it myself, with Shoko's help. She is sooo bad at explaining though so if the flower is wrinkled... please blame her.
This time, you giggled. He was an emperor, for god's sake. Should someone of his station write so informally like this?
Now... I'm no oracle, but even I know that you must be having bad days. And so, let me entertain you with several tales from my kingdom. So, the other day, my good friend Suguru, the dukeโyou must've heard of him surely (they said he is the most handsome bachelor in the West but they must be missing an eye for saying so because clearly I'm more!)โjust fired a pair of his servants because he caught them in a thirst! He is so uptight! Why can't he let two people in love be!?
Before you knew it, you found yourself chuckling at the lines upon lines of anecdotes Satoru had penned in the letter. The way he wrote, it was as if he was right here, saying all of this to you in real-time. For a while, you were completely absorbed in the world of the Western Empire he described, and all your worries and anxieties seemed to fade away.
Okay, that's it for now. This is just a teaser actually, so if you want to subscribe to more tales of my humble little country, you can always be my empress reply to this letter! :D Look out for a white cat near your windowsill during the hour of snakeโhe is my trained pet, and put your message in his little backpack. Don't worry, he's cute and doesn't bite!
You were so giddy by the end. His message warmed your heart so much that your eyes grew misty. In the aftermath of Naoya's betrayal, you were certain your life would be filled with much sadness to come.
Yet, your friendship with Satoru might just be the thing that would save you.
No matter how much his friends Duke Geto and Countess Shoko urged him to see reasonโthat you were no longer available and occupied with your duties as the empress of your own empireโSatoru couldn't help but still cast an eye your way.
You were clearly unhappy, and to him, someone as radiant as you should be happy.
And so, that was why he took his quill and started writing that letter to be sent to your place, along with a rose strapped inside.
He knew that, being the kind person you were, you would most likely respond, but still, the moment his cat arrived back with your reply, he was elated beyond measure.
Of course I knew it right away! I omitted your name because who knows who might catch your cat on the way. Anyway, I hope Mr. Cat will arrive back to you safe and sound.
Firstly, thank you for your letter. I must say I'm so happy to receive it :) I haven't had best days so reading it made me smile. And secondly, of course I'll subscribe to your stories of Western Empire. I've been wanting to visit it myself but just haven't gotten the chance to... so if you will continue it, I shall be happy to read :D
If anything he wrote brought you joy, then Satoru was content. He had achieved his goal then.
And it was his own little secret that... by corresponding with you, it allowed him to savor the feeling of having you as his own, if only through words.
Mr. Cat's name is Sugu-chan after Suguru but you can call him whatever you wish. And don't worry, he is strong and can fight if necessary! And don't be too formal with me, my queen. We have known each other forever. Anyway do tell me, what is your favorite color now? Let me guess, is it still that specific shade of crimson?
You name your cat after your best friend...? And you're making it hard for me to be less formal when you always address me as queen! Hmm, I suppose so. I love burgundy. I've even had my study designed with that exact color scheme. It just gives me the confidence I need, you know.
So you still love burgundy... I'll keep that in mind ;) Frankly, any shade of crimson suits youโyou're always a vision in them. Back then and especially during your coronation. I love blue, so I think we're a match? :D
Back then...? Hmm, surprisingly yes, red and blue would make a good match... Anyway, I believe you promised me unusual tales from your 'humble little country', so please indulge me!
You've forgotten it already? Around the time we first met, back when I was still known as "the cursed prince"? It holds such importance for me but sadly it seems like it was just a passing moment to you :(
Oh, yeah, I haven't forgotten about it! So, this time let me tell you about the time when Earl Nanami got wasted . . .
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Amidst the turmoil of your marriage, exchanging letters with Satoru became your sole respite. His stories regarding his own empire amused you, and sometimes it got you to wonder what it was like to live there.
However, running away from your problems would never solve them. Writing to Satoru may have helped you to cope, but still, your real issue with Naoya wouldn't vanish simply just by ignoring him.
. . .
"Your Majesty..."
For a good one minute, you stood still. Your lady-in-waiting had delivered an earth-shattering newsโbut admittedly, a possibility you thought were in the cards the moment you went against Naoya.
"His majesty has summoned the high priest to his study," the elderly woman added, close to tears. "But it is very likely that he has submitted the petition forโ" her voice faltered when she caught sight of the emptiness in your eyes, unable to continue.
A divorce. Naoya had been considering a divorce. And by now, he was set on it.
"I'm so, so sorry..." she choked out, her voice breaking with sorrow to mourn you, but you remained expressionless, lost in your thoughts.
The last time an empress of Eastern Empire was divorced was more or less a century ago, because she had committed a grave treachery against a royal consort by poisoning her. She was sentenced to death by hanging afterwards.
The irony. You were in similar situation, only that you weren't vengeful enough to resort to poisoning Hanabi. Speaking of her, her baby was due in another four months, and now she was living happily in Naoya's quarters.
"Don't be. I'm perfectly fine."
To consolidate his illegitimate child's position, Naoya used the most effective way. Since you wouldn't listen to him, and Hanabi must be a far delightful companion rather than you, he was more than willing to cast you aside in favor of making her his empress instead.
You thought it would hurt more, and yet what you felt the most right in this moment was white-hot anger. This is unacceptable. It was the greatest insult to you both as a woman and as the empress.
Now, all you could think of was how to uphold your dignity and plot your exit from this palace with your head still held high.
If I can't be the empress here...
And after a sleepless night, you came to a daring solution. And your planโ
...I'll be one somewhere else.
It was an invitation, Satoru thought, almost in disbelief. Or it sounded a lot like one, didn't it?
Heart beating a little faster and blushing, he reread the latest letter you had sent him.
It's only the beginning of summer, and the heat is sweltering... I'm considering treating myself to a trip to the winery village on the border between the east and west. I think it'll be nice if I have a companion...
Winery village was right in the middle of the western and eastern empires, and it was a safe zone. Vineyards were vast and thick, but it wasn't exactly a popular vacation spot. So, it intrigued him why you would want to go there.
Just as he was about to reply to you that it was a very good coincidence that he too wanted to pay a visit to the said village, suddenlyโ
"Gojo! Gojoooo!" Shoko suddenly burst into his study, startling him.
"Shoko! What the heck?!"
Lady Shoko might be a countess, but she, Satoru, and Suguru all attended the same royal academy. Despite their prestigious titles now, Satoru insisted that in private, both Suguru and Shoko address him just as they did before he ascended the throne.
Still, she was ruder than Suguru in many ways. Satoru gave her a stink eye, but his confusion grew as she seemed to be delivering momentous news.
"Gojo, have you heard that Naoya will divorce Y/N?!"
"Wha?" it felt like a ton of bricks suddenly fell down on his head. And then his friend proceeded to tell him everything she knew.
"It wasn't made official yet, but even the townsfolk have been talking about it. They also said that Naoya have taken a mistress, and that she was formerly the empress' maid."
Satoru listened to her in silence, but the moment he heard that the Zen'in spawn planned to divorce you, anger flared within him. And to add insult to injury, he two-timed you with a servant?
The fucking bastard. He never deserved you at all. How crushed must you have been, enduring all this shit?
"Now, I wouldn't normally encourage you this," Shoko took out the cigarette she stashed in the folds of her dress and sighed. "But since you never let go of that weird fixation on her, should the royal divorce happen..." she shrugged as she took a seat in front of him.
"No matter how laughable it is, you might have a chance."
She is so right. These long years of longing for your affections and dreaming of having even a minute more of your time... there was now chance to turn it to reality.
When you arrived at the winery village for your vacation to breathe in some fresh air, honestly, everything was still in shambles.
You couldn't forget the horrified looks from the court when Naoya announced the divorce. Most were shocked and pleaded with him to reconsider. Some from your circle of ladies even sobbed, openly stating that you didn't deserve this fate.
โEmpress... His Majesty shouldn't be that harsh...โ Hanabi had said to you afterwards, seemingly concerned for you. โYour legacy hereโฆ Iโll make sure to carry them on.โ
Sometimes you didnโt know whether Hanabi was pretending to be dumb or indeed she was. One thing you knew though...
โI wish you luck on that, Hanabi.โ You looked down at her with eyes as cold as ice. โBeware, the Emperor is fickle, be sure to not run out of entertainments.โ
You knew you deserved a better fate than being the empress of the Eastern Empire, but seeing those who still cared for you made you solemn. Your loyal maids, those who supported you... and what about organizations you've spent time and energy to?
โMy queen, ah, there you are.โ
Satoru's voice from behind startled you, interrupting your daydreams. He quickly came beside you and extended his hand, asking for yours.
You offered him your right hand, and he promptly pressed a kiss on it, his bright blue eyes gazing up at you.
It wasn't as if you just noticed how pretty his eyes were, but now that there was no ballroom and scrutinizing eyes around you, you couldn't deny that the way his eyes sparkled as he gazed at youโsolely and purely on youโmade you breathless.
What... would it be like to have this man... to be your husband instead?
"I missed you. I know we talk daily through letters, but seeing your beauty firsthand is always a sight for sore eyes," he cheekily commented as he let go of your hand. "Now, I get to see you without your pesky husband around, and yeah, you never fail to make my silly heart race."
You chuckled. "You always flatter me..."
He only gave you a toothy smile, and you two strolled the vineyard. For a while, you talked about nothing of importance, like where your ladies-in-waiting were, how were things from his side.
"How do you find being the emperor?"
"It's tiring! It's boring too to look through accounts and oversee those trivial state affairs! And not to mention how many people have been nagging me to take a wife soon!"
"Oh? You haven't been on the lookout already?"
"Nah. No one is good enough, I need someone already familiar with state affairs and such," he said, wrinkling his nose sourly at the thought. But then he cast his eyes on you.
"And frankly, you are my standard," he fixed you a meaningful smile. "No one comes close. If you weren't betrothed to the Zen'in back then, I'd have proposed you in a heartbeat."
Thump. Thump. Thump. Your dead heart suddenly came to life. Gojo Satoru had just confessed his affections for you so candidly, and it got you thinking how much easier your life would be with him. He would love you, take care of you...
And beguile you.
His eyes fondly crinkled at you. "You are everything I desire in a woman to be my wife."
He adores you so easily, so fluidly... and yet, Naoya, who has you fully, is throwing you away.
Satoru observed how your face fell once again, just as it had during the New Year's ball. And now he knew, it was because you were facing your impending divorce.
But he wasn't going to tell you that, instead, he would willingly be your confidant and offer you his very being. He was about to crack a joke to lift your spirits, when you blurtedโ
"What if I said... I want to be your empress?" you kept your pace, not looking at him at all. "What if I said... I'll leave everything and come to you?"
Huh? Whatโฆ?
That was loaded. Have you entertained the thought too? Satoru had craved the very idea for so long he didnโt even miss a beatโ
โThen Iโd marry you.โ His voice was straight and true, shooting straight to the most tender part of you that Naoya had torn to shreds. โIf you become my empressโฆ that will make me the happiest man alive.โ
No hesitation. It almost reduced you to tears. You stopped where you stood, willing yourself not to tremble. There is still one person who sees this much value in you.
โThen Iโll be yours,โ you breathed out. โIโll be your empress, Satoru.โ
Satoru could've sworn time had stopped. If one moment ago, you looked like you were about to shatter, now you were a vision of the dignified and perfect queen he had always known you were.
โIโll be your queenโ your everything.โ You declared, locking eyes with him, the intensity of your gaze not escaping him.
How many years had he dreamed of this moment? How many long nights had he endured, yearning for you, knowing you were beyond his reach?
Finally, finally... Satoru grinned, swearing to all the divine beings out there that he had never known how liberating it was to finally have what he wanted. โThat would be my greatest honor.โ
He drew you closeโyou let himโand after one second of taking in your enchanting eyes, he crashed his lips against yours.
His lips started soft and gentle, then became fiery as his tongue met yours. He pulled you closer, one arm around your waist and the other holding the back of your head. You responded eagerly, pressing against him, fingers tracing his neck and feeling the lines of his undercut.
One is finally having the woman he had wanted for so long, and the other was plotting her escape from her misery.
You were using him. He knew it. Yet, he didn't care. Hidden behind bushes and vines, you shared your very first heated kiss, aware that this moment would leave its mark as both the greatest stain and triumph in your lives.
And when he finally pulled away, lips swollen and wet, with a wolfish grin, he promised you once againโ
โGive me everything that is yours... and I swear on my life, I will do everything to turn your life into a living dream.โ
โEmpress, your husband His Majesty the Emperor, has requested a divorce.โ
It was how your once pristine life transformed into the scandal of the century inside the courthouse.
"If you accept this petition, then you will no longer be the Empress of Eastern Empire. You will lose all the rights you have as a senior member of the imperial family..."
You donned your finest attireโthe intricate crimson and black dress you had designed and commissioned the dressmaker to create. Today, faced with Naoya's divorce decree, it would be the last time you adorned the colors of his empire.
"The ties that bound you together as husband and wife would be severedโ"
Good riddance, you thought.
"If this is not what you want, you have the right toโ"
"I accept the divorce."
Your voice cut through the heavy solemness of the witnesses and turned them into a mass of disbelief. You disregarded Naoya's smirk and held the priest's gaze. "And I demand an immediate approval for my remarriage."
The crowd was in for a second wave of uproar when you boldly stood your ground, and they erupted into clamors once again when Satoru made his grand entrance and took his place beside you.
"Youโ!" Naoya was so furious that he roared. "This is my empire!"
"And?" Satoru challenged with a dauntless smile. "I'm here to propose, and since she accepts your divorce request, I believe she has no relations with you any longer and is free to marry someone else."
You remained motionless, until your cold fingers met warmth when Satoru linked his hand with yours reassuringly.
"This is treachery! I won't fucking permit it!" Naoya hollered as he faced the high priest, who had a grim face while observing this three-way headlock between the three of you.
"Emperor Naoya, that matter falls into the jurisdiction of the church." The high priest let out a sigh and then turned to you, assessing your calm gaze.
Regardless, Naoya paid him no mind. "I refuse to grant you any permission to remarry! You will be banished to the cold palace until the rest of your pitiful days! Not only do you fail miserably by being barren beyond help, you also dare to whore yourselfโ" he was now rambling curses at you before everyone in the court, and it pierced you deeplyโ
Until Satoru tugged you behind him, so that you wouldn't have to see his face any longer.
"High priest!" Satoru's voice blared as he clenched his jaw, irate at the string of profanities directed at you. "Do you still truly believe that the deposed empress can't remarry? When she has suffered through this man's downright betrayal?"
Your head was spinning. You wanted this whole ordeal to be over already.
And thankfully, even the high priest saw reason, that you were undeserving of this debacle. In the end, his words held more weight than anyone else's, even Naoya's.
"I accept Empress Y/N petition to marry Emperor Satoru!"
In the chaos of the courthouse after the high priest granted your wish, Naoya shook his head in disbelief, looking at both of you with intense disdain.
"You've always wanted that wench, haven't you, Gojo?" Naoya cackled with a malice you would never have expected from someone who had been your husband for ten years.
You had tuned out all the noise. This dumpster fire was too much even for you. But then, you felt a strong arm enveloping you, sealing your fate as the match made in this courtroomโ
"I have, yeah," Satoru replied with a smug grin. "And now that she is mine... it's just the beginning of your downfall, Zen'in."
Your wedding banquet in Western Empire lasted a week long.
True to his promise, Satoru spared no effort to make you happy. The moment he brought you to his palace, he ordered immediate plans for wedding celebrations. Make it grand, make it unforgettable... he took charge himself.
And on the final, seventh day, as you were about to be formally crowned as the empress of the western lands, you were stunned.
"This is your coronation dress, Empress," your new lady-in-waiting, Shoko, said with pride. "Gojoโ I mean, His Majesty, specifically has his late mother's dress altered to suit you."
You promised yourself that you would no longer wear any shades of crimson. As much as you loved the color, it reminded you too much of your homeland and Naoya. No matter how much you despised him now, once upon a time, he was everything you loved and more.
And you thought you couldn't possibly love another color until you saw the extravagant navy dress in your chamber. Made of luxurious satin and adorned with literal diamonds, it shimmered under the light and flowed gracefully with layers of brocade cascading to the floor.
To give you something so valuable... You had expected to enter into a marriage out of necessity, but your new husband had no intention of ceasing his ways to win your heart.
If it's with him, maybe... just maybe...
Today is the day.
Satoru sat on his throne before his court in the grand hall of his audience chamber. His hair was pulled back, and he was dressed in his official attire, robe of silk and a crown made of pure gold.
Next to him, another resplendent crown adorned with jewels and diamonds shimmered in the lightโthe empress' crown. Your crown.
Today was the day this empire would truly acknowledge his queen. He stole a glance at you on his other side, and his breath was taken away.
With your hair tucked into an elegant updo, you were the very vision of a fairytale queen. You were incredibly stunning, almost otherworldlyโ shade of blue suited you as much as crimson did, just as he thought.
This day would go down in history. But before that, he would ensure that the news would reach Zen'in Naoya. He would spite him so hard.
"Today marks a momentous occasion. We gather here to celebrate not only my marriage and my new wife's coronation," Satoru glanced at his audience with a smirk, his expression widening as he spotted his best friends Suguru and Shoko. "But also the start of her reign... and as we know it already, her fame and beauty are second to none."
The crowd burst into giggles, clearly aware of his scandal at the Eastern Empire's courthouse. And even you smiled.
Satoru shrugged, playfully rolling his eyes. "Spare me, I'm a newlywed, after all. Anyway..." His gaze shifted to the intricate crown, a relic of his late mother's, and then back to you. "Come."
You knelt before your new husband, bowing your head. The whirlwind journey from the East, your remarriage to Satoru... It had all felt surreal until this moment. Now, the weight of reality settled upon you, almost shaking your very coreโ
But just as the thought crossed your mind, Satoru placed the crown upon your head. As the jewels settled into place and you rose to face the crowd, his voice cut through the air:
"And here I present to you, your new empress!"
The room erupted in applause, the cheers echoing around you. Everyone congratulated you without fail, and your breath was taken away.
It was a sight beyond belief, as they chanted your name, over and over againโ
โALL HAIL THE EMPRESS!โ
"I have something for you!"
You wouldn't expect that you would ditch your last night of wedding celebrations along with your husband, and yet here you were, led by the hand by a very giddy Satoru.
"Where are we going?" you questioned him, your pretty dress sweeping the halls in a rush.
He turned to you to send you a wink. "Trust me, sweetheart. You'll love it."
Somehow the way he called you made your heart thump a little faster inside your ribcage. This man is really, truly, your husband now.
He was such a refreshing person, it almost made you let go of everything that molded you into the perfect empress in the east, and be just... you.
"Here." Both of you stopped in front of a grand door, and he ushered you inside. "Come, come~"
A study, you realized as you stepped inside, but then a gasp left your lipsโ
"How do you find it, hmm?" Satoru put an arm around your waist, proud of how the burgundy walls and mats enveloped the entire space, creating a tranquil sight that perfectly matched your taste.
It was so much like your private study in the Eastern Empire's palace. You might now hate that place, but your private study was filled with the memories of smiles while writing back to Satoru's letters and waiting for his cat to come. And to have this now in your new home...
"You remembered..." you looked up to him, almost tearing up.
"Of course I do," he pressed a kiss on your temple. "I said that so long as you're with me, I'll turn your dream into reality, didn't I?"
This man really treasures you, or at least that was what his actions had proven so far.
"You're everything I've ever wanted and more," Satoru said, wrapping his arms around you from behind in a warm embrace. "You might not realize it, but I've been in love with you since you first visited western lands."
"What?" you turned to him with genuine confusion. "How?"
"That blind boy who you led by the hand... he had no friends," Satoru sighed against you. "The first and only person who asked him if he was lost... is you."
Suddenly, you were thrown back in time to your first encounter with Satoru many years ago. He was known as "cursed" for being born with peculiar eyes, had been blind for a period of his childhood, before he awakened the true extent of those brilliant blue eyes and brought his clan to power by wielding them.
Back then, you thought it was wrong for him to be left alone, so you took him by the hand and escorted him back to the palace, unaware that he was the infamously cursed crown prince.
"You made me feel less lonely. And I thought then... someday, somehow... through some sort of miracle in which I regained my eyesight and could see you... I'd immediately ask for your hand."
But you were named the crown princess of the Eastern Empire. The thought of how crushed Satoru must have felt upon hearing the news pricked at your heart.
You felt soft, you felt loved, and most of all, you felt an overwhelming certainty that with this man by your side, you would finally experience the genuine love that had been missing from your life for so long.
"You have me now," you whispered in response.
Unlike your first kiss in the winery village, this time, you were the one who faced him and pulled him into a searing kiss.
Be it impulse, overwhelming feelings or something else... you didn't care. You just want him.
And wouldn't you know, your new husband... is also a wonderful, dashing lover.
"You're so... fucking beautiful..." Satoru's lips were on yours, claiming them with a fierce passion that left you breathless. His hands roamed your body, tracing each curves and lines.
You moaned into his mouth, clutching his robes. He captured your wrists with one hand, using the other to tilt your head back so he could leave bruises on your neck in the process, making you moan.
"Keep making that sound, yeah?" Satoru rasped, his hot breath giving you goosebumps. "Keep me going with your voice."
As he gripped your waist, it dawned to him once again that you were here, with him.
Seeing his colors on you ignited desire straight to his cock. His empress was stunning, more so now than ever, more than any woman Satoru had ever seen.
He led you to the bed, his movements urgent yet tender. The air was thick with desire as you lay back, pulling him down with you. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, craving more.
This wasn't your first time, yet you had never been this excited before. From heated kisses until somehow managing to get rid of your underwear and left you in your dress... your body nearly thrashed in response.
"Look at you... An queen of two empires, yet rendered putty in my hands," Satoru wickedly grinned as he slipped a hand under your dress, rubbing his thumb teasingly over your clit. You let out a soft sigh at the prodding. You were getting wetter by each second... and Satoru felt his cock straining against the tight material of his dress pants.
"More..." you pleaded, arching your hips. "More...!"
Any of your wishes would be his command, so he pushed two fingers inside you at once, and you let out an erotic gasp. Satoru was so close to tearing his pants off by seeing how tight you clenched around his digits.
Breathy moans fell from your lips with each harsh brush of his thumb over your clit, his fingers fucking you fastโ
"Satoru...!" you shuddered, gripping his shoulders as you became limp and came into his hands in spurts.
"My queen..." he then captured your lips in a brash kiss, and you reciprocated it. He pulled away only to press his forehead against yours in an attempt to calm his raging heart. "No matter what."
His watery, sparkling eyes was mesmerizing to you, and you took one breath before you crashed your lips into his, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
"As pretty as you look in this, I'm going to take it off," Satoru murmured with a meaningful smirk, slowly undoing the laces of your dress. "I want to see you completely naked... just for me."
Soon, you laid bare, and the cold air made your body shiver. Satoru clenched his jaw tightly at the scrumptious sight.
It was almost difficult for him to take in all of you at onceโyour flushed cheeks, swollen lips, erect nipples, and legs spread wantonly for him. Satoru had been here so many times in his dreams, and to see it becoming reality...
"If back then, you had chosen me insteadโ" he sounded almost heartbroken, which startled you. "I would have treated you right from the startโ"
You looked up to him. "You would..."
"Don't you know how many years... I've been just thereโ watching you and that bastard? Knowing I can do even more than him?"
"Mhm..."
You rose, tugging him closer, before you unclasped his robe, letting it fall to the floor. "Satoru... right now... I'm yours."
He allowed you to undress him and soon he too was out of his stuffy royal attire. Your eyes wandered on each part of his body you touched. His chiseled body, snow-like skin, and then the hardened bulge that sprung out the moment you undid his pantsโ
The sight of his cock alone only turned you on even more. You gently gripped the glistening head, running a thumb over the tip before gliding your hand towards the base of his length. With a gentle rhythm, your hand moved from base to tip in a slow, teasing motion... before pecking his head.
"Yeah... you're right." His eyes never left yours, admiring you as if you were the most precious gemstone, before catching you off guard. While you rubbed him, he snaked a hand around your waist, pulling you so that you tumbled on top of him.
You moaned loudly as his cockโbig, both in length and widthโentered you, his hands gripping your thighs to spread them apart so he can shove himself deeper.
You felt so, so full, as you pulled Satoru to you tightly, groaning into his shoulder. And he started to set the pace, moving against you.
"Ahh," you moaned out shakily, fingers clawing into his back. To him, the sounds you made drew him in like a siren's song, it made him throb inside you. "Ahhโhngh!"
"Feel good?" he asked, voice sultry and deep, as he thrusted into you particularly harder, causing you to stifle a moan. "Let it outโhahโsweetheart... I want to hear you, hmm?"
And you did. You felt hot. Your unabashed, nasty sounds with each thrust drove him to the edge. With every lift of your hips, you squeezed him so tightly it almost made his head spin. His breaths came in short pants too.
"You fit me so damn well," he groaned, holding your hips hard enough to leave imprints of his fingers. "So fine..."
One woman. It took just one womanโyouโto unravel him like this.
"Satoru, harderโ" You commanded, wrapping your arms around his neck even as you trembled. "N-not enough... harder!"
He actually had to swallow, because you and your pussy felt so damn tantalizing. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
He slammed his hips against yours twiceโno, thrice the previous speed, and you incoherently squealed. The squelching sound of your hips slamming against each other, and the immense wetness coming out where you two were joined... it was clear: you were addicted.
"Did Naoya ever make you feel as good as I do you now?" he drawled, sinking into you impossibly deeper, squeezing your left mound and flicking your right nipple at the same time. "Did he... ever make you ride him like this?" And then he instantly regretted his words.
Because the moment he said that, you felt cold, reminded of nights in which Zen'in Naoya grabbed you just to forcefully breed you. You winced, and Satoru caught it.
"I..." you shifted your gaze away from him, and he could've sworn that it was sorrow he saw flashing in your pretty eyes. "I-I... don't want to talk about him..."
Feeling remorseful, Satoru reached for the back of your neck and pulled you to him, kissing your lips softly. "I'm sorryโ"
"You don't have toโ"
"Tonight, I'll make you scream my name so hard you'll forget him," he promised as he pulled away from you, his eyes darkening. "Tonight, give me everything and I'll show you how a man truly loves his woman."
And he followed through. He worshipped you meticulously, treating your body with the reverence one might bestow upon delicate glass. He peppered kisses on every inch of your skin he could reach, lips and tongue trailing down, his relentless thrusts so well-paced and brutal at the same time.
"I'mโ close!" You whimpered, and yet still grinding your hips against him. He was watching your every move, every wave of pleasure that was evident on your faceโ committing it to memory for those moments when he couldn't hold you close.
You gaspedโas a mind-blowing orgasm then ripped out of your very being, your hips faltering as you surrendered to ecstasy with a cry of his name, coming all over him. "Satoru... Satoru! Ahhh!"
And Satoru kept his gaze on your face as he too busted inside of you hard, feeling himself filling your womb with his essence, his hands kept your waist steady, memorizing the way your lips part and the way your body went limp into him with satisfaction.
Dear heavens, I love you. The sight of you was nothing but perfection, and with everything he had, he was very sincere when he saidโ
"You're flawless, sweetheart."
2 MONTHS LATER
"If you give me a son, I'll throne you as the empress right on that very day."
The Eastern Empire's palace was bustling as the royal consort's screams echoed through the halls. The day Naoya had been eagerly awaiting had arrivedโhis mistress was delivering his heir.
Yet unbeknownst to him, whispers in the dark suggested the royal baby was arriving suspiciously early. Many, still mourning the previous empress who had been dethroned so abruptly, were not exactly thrilled with this turn of events.
"My lady, just a little bit more!" the maid encouraged. Hanabi strained once again as the pain peaked and her body spasmed, letting out the loudest wail as the baby finally slid out of her.
"W-what... is it?" on the brink of passing out, Hanabi asked anyone who might hear her. She had to know, for she was so close to obtaining her throneโ
"It's a girl, my lady!" the midwife announced.
What?
Her world crumbled at that very moment. A girl? A girl can't be the heir!
She wanted to sob, to utterly mourn, and right at this moment she was full of fear, because if Naoya knewโ!
Like a curse, he suddenly made his presence known in the birthing chamber. His face scrunched in distaste at the scent of blood filling the air. He took one look at Hanabi, tearful and frazzled after the ordeal, then turned to the midwife, who was trembling at his presence.
"A baby girl, Your Majesty."
In that instant, fury flashed through him. He shot everyone in the room a glare before his eyes settled on his consort, full of spite.
"You useless tramp."
Your life with Satoru in Western Empire was wonderful.
He was everything Naoya was not. Satoru adored you, prioritized your well-being and happiness, often humored you, and made your days an endless delight.
And dare you say... you had begun to return his affections as well.
How could you not? Everything he did, he did with you in mind. He eased you into your position so seamlessly, and soon you found your place comfortably at court.
"He is mixing pleasure with his kingly duties," Suguru grumbled, watching his best friend order the gardeners to plant more blue roses simply because you mentioned finding them beautiful earlier. "Empress, you have to keep a tight grip on his leash."
"Well, at least he's happy." Shoko shrugged and nudged you. "Can't you see by now? How much of a loser he is for you?"
You did see himโa man who showed you everything he had. He had given you everything you unknowingly needed.
And you just wished... you could return the same for him. It still made you bitter, knowing you might never be able to give him heirs due to your condition.
. . .
"Sweetheart... what's on your mind, hmm?"
You looked up to him as he pressed a kiss on your cheek, an arm securely around you, sweaty and panting after your steamy session.
With his hair down and messy after you yanked him earlier, your lips curved into a genuine smile. "You look hot like this, you know?"
He clicked his tongue. "Hmm, I am, of course. But no use in changing topics, I know you well enough now."
Your bare body was pressed against his chest, fingertips tracing gentle lines on his skin.
"There's a possibility that... I can't give you any children." You almost felt ashamed saying this to him, unable to look at him in the eye. "I-I... I've failed for many yearsโ"
"Hush," he silenced you with a finger to your lips, his expression firm. "No thinking that, yeah? I don't care."
"Butโ"
"Children are gifts," he said then, caressing your face tenderly. "It's not up to us to control how it'll take or not. And I married you not because I want heirs or suchโI love you, you know?"
Your glassy eyes met his, and you willed yourself not to shed a tear.
He grinned cheekily. "Besides, you've felt it yourselfโmy sexual potency is undeniable. And I don't believe for a second, that you're what that bastard claimed you to be. I bet he's the one who is impotentโ"
"Satoru! You're so obsceneโ!" you giggled freely and poked his chest.
At that time, you were just relieved that he didn't mind. Though it was still weighing in your mind on some days, you felt a newfound sense of liberation compared to when you were still in the Eastern Empire.
But you were in for another plot twist. Perhaps Satoru is correct, and your doubts are unfounded...
"Ugh..."
Your stomach churned in discomfort, a sickening nausea that seemed to twist your insides and threaten to force its way up. This had happened for days now.
You wanted to find a physician before Satoru was aware of your state. You didn't dare to hope or speculate, because you were tired of it by this point. You just wanted clarity.
Yet, the physician's words left you speechless.
"Your Majesty... it seems that you are with child," he remarked in wonder as he assessed your vein. "Yes, definitely. You are with child."
It was a revelation you hadn't expected. For years, you had been convinced that you were unable to conceive, but now...
You were carrying a new life. Yours and Satoru's.
You felt like bursting with joy as you made your way to his study. Your heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Above anything else, you were eager to share this news with himโ
...until everything you had known turned into its axis once again.
Right before you went past the ajar door, you saw a glimpse of your husband and his most trusted confidant, overhearing snippets of their conversation:
"Satoru, however you look at it, this is tantamount to declaring war," Suguru sighed, clearly at odds with his perspective. "It's not wise."
"We can finally put an end to them this way," Satoru's tone was steely as he moved a chess piece across the map, positioning it on the border between east and west. "No better time than now."
"The Empress will face the greatest backlash from this. They'll accuse her of being vengeful enough to provoke an attack on her home countryโ"
"On the contrary, her presence will encourage those still loyal to her to defect. That's why I have her here. We need defectorsโ"
You let out a choked gasp, backing away from the door in shock. For one good minute, you refused to comprehend what Satoru was implying.
. . .
. . .
Did your new husband... marry you for his own hidden agenda?
ha ha . . . so, there will be a part 2 :)
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