i can’t believe this blog has been 2 years old now . . . didn’t even notice due to how inactive i was—i’m sorry (if you’re one of my first few followers who’d waited for updates all those time and is still here).
this blog, like, blew up even in my absence, and i am very grateful and appreciative of you all! it really brought back the lost motivation i had for writing—even though it’s all about sex and angst and that one genshin character. really, thank you. you guys made my somewhat meaningless life become more tolerable. :)
The sibling angst of Akira and Heizou’s future child is gonna be… something… genuinely how would Akira handle if he found out his daddy isn’t really his daddy. Cause I know he would find out one way or another that he’s not the future heir by blood for his father, but instead it’s Heizou’s child. Also poor Kuni bro, tho I would say deserve as well for how we were treated in the past, I say he has suffered enough torment.
yes. i actually do feel bad as well for kuni and kira—most of all the kid because he does not deserve the treatment he’s getting from the reader. for kuni, on the other hand . . . well, i had the mind to, like, give them a happy ending. but suffering first is very ideal for me.
if i get the motivation to continue this as a multi-chapter series, I think it will be just more angst, angst, angst, and then a bittersweet ending. hm. if is the keyword. or i might make a double ending, one for kuni and one for heizou. or maybe an ending where kuni makes peace with heizou being in the same household—who knows, they might even become besties.
[ part one | male reader, noble / clan ! au, angst, still unrequited love, implied trans kuni, implied trans heizou, implied pregnancy, sex, toxic relationship – been a while, perverts. ]
“papa, look!” a little boy who possessed indigo eyes proudly showed his drawing—there were three figures: him in the middle, holding hands with two taller figures beside him.
kunikuzushi smiled. “is that us, akira?” he pointed at the two figures. “you, me, and daddy?”
“mhm!” akira beamed. and then, his grin faded as quickly as it appeared. “i miss him . . . he promised to read me a bedtime story last night—he didn’t come! and i . . . i just fell asleep . . . on my own.”
kunikuzushi lifted his son and placed him on his lap. “oh, kira,” he sighed. “i’m so sorry you slept on your own.” he caressed his hair, smooth, but dry. he feels so bad for his baby. “i will talk to him, okay? and make him regret not reading you your bedtime story.”
his son doesn’t seem appeased, but he nodded nonetheless.
after sending akira off to his art lessons with his tutor, kunikuzushi stormed into your office, face turned into a scowl—nevermind the fact that he’s interrupting an important meeting. from the looks of it, you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself, anyway, therefore he’s doing you a favor.
“send them away,” demanded kunikuzushi, unaffected by the mutterings of his very disrespectful arrival.
you sighed, addressing your company. “we will continue this discussion later—”
“and miss your nightly duties with your son again? i think not. continue this tomorrow—better yet next week, or maybe never.”
you sent him a look which went unnoticed as he glared back at those who gave him nasty looks as they departed from the room. kunikuzushi now turned his icy glance at you after hearing the click of the door shut behind him.
“akira is not feeling well about you, did you know?” said kuni, walking over to your desk. “don’t you feel bad for him? he misses you—and you’re just here rotting with your paperwork and talking with those—those nasty old men—”
“do you think what i do is for naught?” you replied, almost stopping yourself from snapping. you’ve had a long day, and it’s only noon—mealtime, but couldn’t bring yourself to eat, not until you’ve finished signing these papers.
“and do you think you can just do that to akira? he’s just a kid—!”
“is that the only reason you barged in here? you knew i was busy, since yesterday—whole day.”
“but you promised him!”
you nodded. “i did, yes. ‘m sorry. i—” you looked around you. this has been your view for the last two days. you barely left your office, and when you do it’s only to take a bath. you were really in deep with your work, especially now that you have an heir. “i’m just so stressed and i don’t know what to do anymore. i have to finish this so that i get to enjoy my time with the both of you, without a worry lingering in my mind that i have unfinished tasks, i don’t want th—”
kunikuzushi’s plush lips silenced your rambling. you didn’t even notice he’s already walked up to you, turned your chair, and sat himself on your lap. he hummed at the kiss, tongue entering your mouth and relishing at the soft moan you gave him.
he’d been particularly affectionate nowadays, especially after your trip from mondstadt.
that was a time you didn’t wish to remember . . . he had argued with you, disregarded your thoughts and burned all the letters you had received from someone called kaeya alberich, demanding you to never write to him nor receive gifts from him ever again—even talked your ear off about “don’t even think about him anymore!” it wasn’t as if—
kunikuzushi rolled his hips, making both of you moan at the friction.
“it has been a while, hm?” he whispered into your ear, his arms around your neck as he stared deep into your eyes. he liked this position so much; he felt powerful as looked down at you. “missed the feeling of your cock in me . . . ”
the two of you continued kissing heatedly, grinding against each other and swallowing each other’s sounds. removing your clothes was easy feat—kunikuzushi opted for silky, flowy gowns these days, the skirt was an easy access.
you slid off his panties as he took your cock in his hand, cooing at it as he stroked it to full hardness. there was no denying the admiration in his eyes, watching the slit bubble with pre. he scooped some on his finger and met your eyes slyly as he put it in his mouth, making a show.
“so pretty,” you mumbled.
“i know.”
kunikuzushi sank on your length with a long whine, clutching your shoulders tight. “f-fuck . . . s’big, could never get used to this . . . hng—”
you began bouncing him on your cock by holding his hips, every thrust felt like a puncture in kuni’s gut—you’re reaching places he didn’t even know existed. he feels so good to the point that he forewent the thought of edging you and teasing you, taking control—he was just so fucking pent up that—
—that he squirted all over you, for the first round. it was with a loud whine of pleasure. he twitched and spasmed, thighs tightening around your hips, his wet, hot cunt gripping your cock like a vice you’re afraid he would cut it off.
“shit, kuni—”
with the last few hard thrusts into his warmth, you pulled him off and splashed streaks of white all over his abdomen, some reaching his chin.
he scoffed. “what a waste,” said kunikuzushi, taking some of your cum from his belly to put it inside his pussy, whimpering as he does it.
“hey, stop that,” you said, holding his wrist. he glared at you, swatting your hand away. “there’s a reason i didn’t do it inside, you know.”
“so what if it takes?”
“that’s exactly the problem. you can’t.” you grabbed both his wrists and moved it around your neck to stop his ministrations. “you can’t risk your health again. you won’t even take pills despite the doctor suggesting it. it’s for your own good.”
kunikuzushi rolled his eyes. he slumped against your chest. “hmm, bath with me.”
and with a nod of agreement, the two of you just went at it again for the second, third, fourth time in the bathtub.
come nighttime, you finally went to akira’s bedroom. kuni was already there, they were talking, and your wife was smiling and giggling at whatever they’re whispering about. it was nice seeing him smile . . .
“daddy!” said akira excitedly, turning to face you from the bed. you wasted no more time and began to approach them, the bed dipping under your weight.
and so the night continued with you finally fulfilling your promise to akira to read a bedtime story until he fell asleep. and it seems kuni did, too. you glanced at the top of akira’s head, your chest feeling hollow yet again.
morning is when all hell breaks loose.
“what is ayaka talking about?” kunikuzushi had, once again, barged into your office, looking raged more than ever. fortunately, you are alone this time.
“what—”
“another wife?” he said. he watched as your face paled, confirming his query. “but why?” kunikuzushi was angry, rightfully so. you already have an heir, his akira! why do you need another one? you already have kunikuzushi—is he not enough?
you stood up from your desk, carefully approaching him. thankfully he didn’t push you away as you placed gentle hands on his shoulder to calm him down.
“it’s my mother’s advice,” you admitted. “because of your condition . . . you can’t be with child again, and that’s a risk we couldn’t take—you’re far too important for me, i can’t lose you.” you could only watch as kunikuzushi’s eyes water, hands clenching into fists at his sides. he was clearly holding back. “ei agreed. she is also worried about you. and akira, if something were to happen, said it is safer to have a spare.” ei doesn’t know.
“no, she’s not!” blurted kuni. “she’s always been there to antagonize me—she sees me finally being happy, then she will ruin it by . . . by making me share!”
“kuni—”
“and what of you?” he cut you off.
you were silent for a few beats. “i . . . concurred.”
the slap you received was probably well-deserved. the impact made your head turn to the side, you stayed there for a moment before slowly looking at him again. and when you did, tears were streaming down his porcelain cheeks.
“his name is shikanoin heizou,” you continued despite his sobs. “he will arrive next week.”
“when did you plan to tell me?” said kuni through sobs. “when he’s stepped through the front doors? when i enter our chambers and stumble upon the two of you fucking in our bed? if it weren’t for ayaka i would be clueless! what about akira? what if he sees your infidelity towards me?”
you could only stay silent.
“what do you think your son would feel—?!”
“he’s not mine!”
kunikuzushi was stunned speechless. for the first time in his life his mouth was rendered useless, no words formed for a retort.
“akira was the fruit of your infidelity towards me with that kaedehara descendant!” you breathed heavily. “and every time i see roots of white hair growing from his head despite dyeing it to my color to deceive our parents and the court makes me feel miserable inside.” you’d been keeping this for so long that saying it to kunikuzushi now feels like you’d been freed from a cage.
your wife sobbed at your words. “b-but you accepted him, didn’t you? i—i even cut off my ties with kazuha because i realized it was you who i wanted to be with . . . i made a mistake then, but regretted it. p-please . . . ”
“i’ve accepted shikanoin in hopes of finally having someone that’s mine.” you looked down. kunikuzushi had never been yours ever since. that’s the truth you began living with. “you can’t bear any more children, as it would endanger your health—and i care for you too much i wouldn’t let that happen.”
“but i am yours!” said kuni, wrapping his arms around your neck, crying on your chest. you did not deny him comfort—you hugged his waist and pressed him against you protectively. “akira and i—h-he’s your son, i am your wife . . . please . . . please, be mine only . . . ”
kunikuzushi should’ve known life would be this cruel.
he could only seethe in silence as he watched shikanoin heizou, a beautiful man, lovingly clung his arm around yours. the two of you exchanged pleasantries with the court, introducing heizou as your second wife—and they were all pleased.
and here he and his akira is, neglected at the sidelines, watching the festivities happen.
when you and heizou approached them, it was heizou who greeted akira with a warm, welcoming smile. “hello, little akira,” said heizou kindly after greeting kunikuzushi. “you look very pretty as your mother.” the compliment only fueled kunikuzushi’s anger.
akira, who’s always been smart for his age, smiled back despite the tension. “thank you. you’re beautiful as well, heizou.”
kunikuzushi’s akira is very sweet, and your heart aches. he will be your son through and through, even though not by blood, but also a reminder of kunikuzushi’s contempt towards you, and that makes things a little more difficult to endure.
you met your first wife’s emotionless eyes as heizou kneeled to akira’s level. “i think we’re going to be great friends,” said heizou good-heartedly. “ . . . that is if kunikuzushi allows us to be . . . but no matter.” he unclasped his bracelet and gave it to akira, who accepted it wordlessly. “a token of our friendship.”
akira smiled at him, clasping it at his wrist as heizou stood up, once again entwining his arm with yours.
doomed, you and kunikuzushi. everyone’s known since the start.
especially after the announcement of heizou’s pregnancy two months later.
imagine kuni as a stressed but perfect college student. he never misses deadlines, professors know him as someone reliable for tasks, overall just a model student. but then you came along – someone who’s, in simple words, a troublemaker. you’d always mess with him: ruffling his hair in the cafeteria, placing notes on his desk, pinching his cheek. he didn’t want to be friends with you, he thought you were insufferable. but nowadays he can’t help but bite back a smile and hide his blush when you caught each other’s eyes across the room, when you mindlessly place a hand on the small of his back, if you wrap an arm around his waist, when you give him a smug smirk, a genuine smile – so, don’t blame him if he’s seething in anger and jealousy upon seeing you do the same things towards another bitch. don’t you dare talk back to him when he snatches your arm and plastered himself beside you like he’s your boyfriend, in front of that – that slut, at a random schoolmate’s house party because he just can’t bare it! don’t you fucking dare to remind him that you’re not even together for him to be acting like that. now, he shouldn’t be curled up in his bed, sobbing quietly because you left him just like that. it felt like you ruined him, and he fucking hates you for it.
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[ male reader, kingdom ! au, angst, trans ! kunikuzushi, infertility, sex. fujoshis, mlm fetishizers, dni. ]
he’s broken, he concluded. kunikuzushi felt tears well in his eyes, his hand instinctively going to his flat belly – a harsh truth that it will forever be that way. the mage, who broke the news to him, gave him an empathetic look.
what would you say? will you be mad? no, no, he knows you won’t be. you’re the kindest emperor ever. it was why he felt such a failure that you, a king, chose him, a mere commoner before you made him your consort, but he failed giving you an heir.
he won’t be pleased, he will hold a grudge against me, kunikuzushi’s mind kept slipping in the dark as he heads back to your shared chambers. he will find someone else—
he sits on the bed. it was only now that he noticed his shoulders were shaking violently as he sobs. he’s failed his sole purpose in life, of giving you an heir. he felt so undeserving of his title as your consort – you put him on such high regard, defend him whenever other nobles gets too rowdy with their mouths, and yet he can’t even pay you back by bearing a child.
that night, kunikuzushi laid on his side of bed, far away from you. he would usually be buzzing with excitement whenever he sees you at the door, but now...
“beloved,” you whispered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “has something happened? come, please, love. talk to me.”
your soft, reassuring tone made him crumble. for the umpteenth time that day, he cried. he gripped the sheets tight that his knuckles turned white. he sniffled.
“oh, love.” the next thing kunikuzushi knew, he was sitting on your lap; your arms were around his waist protectively. you gazed up at him with nothing but deep love and admiration. he doesn’t deserve you, you deserve someone better than keeping being wed to someone broken as him. “why do you cry?” you asked.
“i – i...”
kunikuzushi lets himself be selfish and clung onto you, putting his arms around your neck and sobbing against your shoulders. he grips your robes tight, afraid that you’ll slip away – but he knows you aren’t like that.
in the dim moonlight illuminating your chambers, you held him as he cried. you didn’t pry after his stammering, you just let him cry and cry, until he felt like there are no more tears coming out of him. he sniffled, steeling himself. he still holds you tight. “i w-went to the mage, earlier,” he hiccups, and you run your hands up and down his back gently, letting him know that you’re listening. “and... and i’m...” he felt tears again – it seems like there are more. “i cannot conceive. i-i’m broken! i’m infertile, i cannot give you an heir! i’m so sorry, your majesty, i am so sorry – please, forgive me — ”
through his mantra of “you deserve someone better, someone who can give you a child,” you console him by cupping his cheeks gently in your hands. “you are not broken, my love. it’s... it’s okay. there are plenty other ways of getting a child, yes?”
no. no. he knows how much you value tradition. surely you can’t just adopt a child, not of your bloodline, and raise them to rule the kingdom for the future. he knows you are only saying this to make him feel better, and he wants to slap you for it.
“hush, now, darling,” you said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “it’s okay.” then, you kissed him, chaste and soft. in spite of himself, he leaned into the kiss. he’s so selfish for allowing himself be in your presence further.
when you pull away, he’s already gripping the collar of your robes tight and pulling you back against his lips. he kissed you so earnestly and demandingly, as if wanting to prove something. please, don’t replace me. i can still be a good spouse, please...
you obliged with his advances. pushing your tongue in his mouth, he can’t help but moan, one which was muffled against your lips.
you laid him on the bed, and, without breaking the heated kiss, you began undressing him while he’s already slipping your robes off your shoulders. he was urgent, while you took your time.
you kissed down to his jaw, neck, to his soft, small mounds of breasts, taking a nipple into your mouth while your hand massages the other – kunikuzushi moans, arching up to you.
in the back of his mind, a cruel voice keeps whispering that he doesn’t deserve this; your mouth, your fingers that are pushing into him, your sweet, sweet words in his ear – none of this he deserves, but he’s selfish, always has been. and so, he indulges.
he cried as you pushed into him, and you were no better, breathing heavily against the crook of his neck. kunikuzushi wraps his legs around your waist, the action made you go deeper, and his eyes rolled back at the sensation.
you’ve set a steady pace as to not overwhelm him, but he just wants you go harder and faster, to be rough, as his punishment for being a failure and being infertile. his nails clawed at your back, and you groaned, biting his neck in retaliation.
the warm feeling of your cum pooling in his belly was a cruel reminder for kunikuzushi that it will not take. again, he cried.
some time later, you and him were at the massive table, with only the two of you eating. time and time again, you’d reassured him that it is okay that he cannot conceive, that you still love him no matter what, and he was starting to believe it until your advisor opened his damned mouth: “your majesty, if his highness kunikuzushi continues to fail giving you an heir”—you can’t help but scowl at the words he’d chosen—“isn’t it, perhaps, the time to look for concubines?”
you saw kunikuzushi tense. though before he hears your answer ( you’ve got no plans of agreeing, however ), he’d already hastily stood up and ran away, tears in his eyes. your heart breaks for him.
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