Their little sibling call them out for being overprotective
𝆹𝅥 Platonic headcanons
𝆹𝅥 Desha, Despa & Ouken (OUSAMA RANKING)
Desha, Despa and Ouken have been born in one of the worst situations posible, their father sees them as only a step to his power, they were nothing but something that would make him stronger so they had to fight for their lifes, during all their lifes, until they manage to defeat their father, so with that backstory you, for being the youngest one is obvious that they would grow protective to some extent
Most of the time they aren't excatly open with their care and fraternal love, specially Desha and Despa, but all of them care for each other deeply and always look for the others well-being and security, they are incredibly close despite normally not being together, so is more likely that showing care and being protective over you is one of the ways they have to show how important you truly are for them (specially for Desha)
At the end it doesn't matter if you fought against their father with them too or if you were out of the battlefield, it doesn't matter if you aren't even blood related to them and simply were taken as their new sibling, they take you as part of their family so they will protect you, however the problems comes because the three have diferent ways of seeing the world, diferent paths on life and since you are the youngest they sometimes take it as the one they should protect (specially if you didn't fought against Satun because, in that case, you should enjoy being free from having to be in such terrible situation)
They end up coming up as overprotective whenever they end up arguing and trying to do the best for you and your safety, they want to protect you, to be better than how their father was and for being their sibling they feel a sense of responsability, dealing with one of them is easier than having to deal with the three, while Ouken and Despa trying to be kinder and even how sometimes even try to sugarcoat the things Desha is the contrary, he bluntly tell you no or ask you to don't do something without even giving much of a reason
Calling them out for being overprotective it is something that will definetly take them out of guard, they never expected something like that, specially when they think they have just being doing the best for you, they will try to stay in the same statment that they are just worried about you but the more angry or irritated you are the more they would feel a bit guilty, at the end they will have no other option than apologize and promise to stop being so overprotective and let you choose your own path, still it isn't easy for any of them to make that promise and will take some time before finally say the words
At the end Desha is the one who seems to be more willing to leave you live your life and stop interfering, even being the first one to promise to leave you alone (pretty much forcing Despa and Ouken to accept) but at the end he say it mainly so you can feel at peace because he end up teaming up with Despa to still keep an eye on you and from time to time talk about how are you doing, not even doubting to use their influence in the overworld to indirectly help you or even defend you if needed
Ouken doesn't say anything about what they are doing but end up being the most willing to leave you alone and give you the space you need, not before reminding you that all of them care for you deeply so if you ever need help don't doubt on going to them and ask for help
Before you could reach your hand over to nudge Desha's, Despa came up from behind excitedly cheering some news.
"Brother! (Y/n)! Our cause is making waves all over the neighboring kingdoms, we're getting reinforcements to help take down father soon!" he cheered giddily
Desha quickly turned his attention to his brother and picked him up into a tight bear hug. you felt a spark of hope develop in your chest, but the sad pit of sorrow form in your stomach at the thought of Desha leaving to go do kingly duties once this was all over.
A selfish thought, you better keep it to yourself, for the cause, your your feelings aside for those who can not fight for themselves.
Regaining your composure you joined the two brothers in their celebration that this fight may be over by years end.
Leaving the charred corpses of the giants that you had slain using that disgraceful sneak attack, the group returned to the basecamp placed in the outskirts of the Underworld. Sitting in your tent, you were going over the schematics for the castle, Desha had given them to you so you could study the passage ways that his father could not pass through, grabbing a quill you began to mark the areas that Satun would be unaware of your ambush.
So focused, so in your head sitting at the makeshift table in the back of your tent, you didn't notice the entryway flap opening and closing, your best friend standing behind you looking over your shoulder to take a peak at what you were currently working on.
"You work too hard you know," The kind voice of Desha filled the empty air, startling you, nearly causing you to miss mark the map.
"Eep!" you jumped,
"Oh sorry!" Desha laughed, " I thought you knew better than to let your guard down during war times. What if I was an assassin?"
"I highly doubt some assassin would try to knock off a mere fighter rather than going to you or your brothers tents" you sighed, turning to look your friend in the eyes.
Desha scratched his neck, you two had had this conversation before, despite everything he thought highly of you, yet you couldn't see the value you provided, some servant that Desha felt sorry for, someone he just grabbed when him and his brothers fled the castle after their mothers death. You always felt just as an accessory around them.
Desha slowly made his way over to you, kneeling down at eye level, resting his hand on your shoulder, but you didn't look at him, you just started at the dirt ground.
"(Y/n), you're a valuable asset to this rebellion, a great friend of mine, I wish you could think more of yourself honestly, you're so smart, you survived with my brothers and I, you helped us stay hidden from that beast I call a dad. You're important" he stated with a firm tone, surely he was growing weary of telling you this every couple months, you don't know why you kept thinking of yourself this way.
Looking up to meet his gaze, you sighed, you were probably just tired.
"Thanks Desh, I'm sorry." you grumbled, rubbing your face.
"Don't worry about it, foods almost done, I'll bring you a bowl."
Desha pulled you into a tight hug, you returned the hug. The silence was thick as it was just the two of you hugging for what seemed like forever.
Desha pulled away first, but didn't release you from his grasp, his face was just inches away from yours, you could feel his breath against your skin.
"Desha..." you whispered,
Desha began to lean forward, the space between the two of you began to close. But before your lips could touch, the horrific sounds of the screams of your comrades began to fill the air.
Quickly the two of you jumped to your feet, and ran out of your tent, the entire base camp was on fire.
"Ambush!" one of your freedom fighters screamed, running towards the supply carts that were currently on fire.
In the mist of all the chaos, you could make out the knights of Satun riding horses through the camp, torches ablaze as they set fire to anything they could touch. Others had spears and bean to throw them into the groups of your men trying to put out the fires.
"(Y/n)! Get down!" Desha shouted, throwing himself on top of you, a spear piercing though the air that you once occupied.
Quickly climbing to your feet you grabbed the spear, and whistled for your horse. Your large stallion of a horse flew though the chaos right up to you, climbing on you began to charge your horse towards the knights wreaking havoc on your camp.
The large knight stood ahead of the rest of them, quickly pulling out a staff and setting fire in front of your path, causing your horse to peel back and send you forward, but you predicted this, standing on the back of your horse, you used to momentum to launch yourself through the air, spear in hand, you threw it into the unprotected neck area if the knights armor, sending them onto the ground, blood pouring everywhere. You landed on the ground with a tumble, dust flying through the air. The main knight you had stabbed was clearly not getting up anytime soon, but the rest of their men began to surround you. You braced yourself for any sort of impact that was going to come your way.
Ouken had charged into three of them with his sword, shoving them out of the way, he grabbed your hand and threw you back into Despa, who did not in fact catch you, you actually crashed into the ground with him.
Getting on your feet quickly, you realized you landed by a fallen solider, his shield still braced against his body, quickly grabbing it you prevents another sword blow from hitting you and Despa. The knight who was now on you reeled his arm back to send another hit your way, but was stopped by the large hand of Desha, he pulled his arm back, breaking it, then threw him at the other knights on horses, causing the horses to flee, dropping their riders in the process. Now that the riders were horseless, Desha raised his hand in the air, a swarm of clouds began to form above the group of knights on the ground. One of them stood up, and threw their spear a final time before Desha unleashed a storm of lightning onto their bodies, the metal armor they were wearing didn't help them at all, conducting the electricity through their bodies.
The spear that had been thrown caught you off guard, barely grazing your cheek, drawing blood. In pain you clutched your cheek. Despa turned to you quickly and held your face with a cloth.
"Don't worry about me go help the wounded" you replied, taking the cloth with your own hand and applying pressure.
Despa nodded, quickly joining the unwounded to tend to the injured.
You stood up, and noticed Desha standing above the group of charred knights, he looked unbelievably angry.
"Are you okay?" he asked, turning to look at you, "You're hurt!"
He rushed to you, placing his hand over yours.
"I'm fine!", you assured, "Are you okay?"
"No! I'm...angry, angry at father for this, I knew these men growing up, but here we are on separate sides! I can't believe it ended like this for them."
You rested your hand on his shoulder, like he had done for you many times before.
"We'll get him Desha, he will pay for all the suffering he's caused"
Desha turned to you, his face no longer full of rage, but one full of sorrow and regret, tears welt up in his eyes, and he quickly pulled you into another hug, softly crying into your hair.
You held him close running your hand through his hair, assuring him that this would all be over soon, and that your men, your friends, your family did not die in vain, that this monster would not win this war.
Desha pulled away, and composed himself, wiping his face of his tears.
"Sorry about that, I-I don't know what came over me..." he mumbled, his face red from crying and from embarassment.
"Don't worry, I'm here for you" you gave him an assuring smile.
Desha grabbed your hand, and smiled.
"I can always count on you (y/n), thank you"
After that, the remaining members of the group buried the dead, and relocated to another safe area, leaving no trail behind as to not be followed by Satun's men. Supplies were low. as over half of them were burned in the ambush, most tents were ripped or burned in the fire. You gave up you tent to along with others to help cover the injured.
After a long day of switching shifts with the other healers, your body felt drained. Since your mid teens, you found out about this special unique ability you possessed during a sparring session with Desha.
Watching Desha scold Despa for not having any interest in fighting.
"Honestly brother! How could you be so carless and not train! What if something happens in the future, I'm not gonna be around all the time to take care of you!" Desha shouted at his brother, who already looked beaten up enough as it is, he didn't need to be beaten down verbally as well.
"Brother I'm sorry! I don't have the battle instinct in order to fight! Please just let me rest! My body hurts, it aches! Ask (y/n) to spar with you please!" Despa cried.
At first Desha was against the idea of sparring with you, he didn't want to injure you accidently, but after a little convincing he gave in to the pressure.
The session as going good until your sparring bar broke and ended up hitting Despa in the face, knocking him unconscious in the process. The two of you rushed over and you held Despa's head in your lap, you cried about how sorry you were, how you didn't want to hurt him.
Before you knew it your hands and body began to glow green, your body felt weak, feeling all your energy flow into your hands, and into Despa, the mark on his face slowly began to disappear, and eventually he woke up as if nothing happened at all.
After consulting the library you found out about the class of healers who are born every once in awhile, your family had a few so it was no surprise you were gifted the agility as well.
Unrolling your bedroll on the ground, you looked up at the starry sky from a hole in the roof of the cave system in the Underworld, this may be your last night seeing the sky. Tomorrow was the ambush on the castle, nervousness was settling into your body at the thought of dying tomorrow, but that was the feeling you had everyday when you're apart of the rebellion.
Before you could lay your head down the rest, Desha peaked his head out of his tent, his eyes scanned the camp until his eyes landed on you. He made his way over and grabbed your hand, dragging you to his tent without a word.
"Um? Excuse me Desha?" you asked, "What are you doing?"
"You don't need to sleep on the ground" he replied, leading you into his tent
You looked around his tent, it a was basic besides the fact Desha lead your entire group, there was a planning table, a wall for changing, his armor stands, and a small area covered in animal furs that he slept on.
"You don't really need to do this" you said, stepping backwards
"I don't need to I want to" Desha replied, walking over to his planning table and began looking over the plans for tomorrow. Leaving you to explore the tent alone. But the tiredness in your bones from using your healing magic made its presence known, giving your body a good stretch, you made your way to the other side of the tent, and laid down on the dirt ground that wasn't that much different from the dirt outside.
Desha didn't notice was he was busy marking areas on his papers for tomorrows battle plan. You stared at the back of his head until your eyes grew tired, they grew heavy, and eventually they shut.
Fire was all you could see, the scent of smoke filling your lungs, running through and endless hallway, hearing the screams of your family as they were slaughtered, crying out asking where you were, why you had abandoned them.
You woke up with a jolt, rubbing your eyes trying to regain feeling that this wasn't a dream and in fact the real world. But when you opened your eyes again, the tent was dark, but this wasn't the are you had fallen asleep in, in fact, the ground was much softer than it was when you fell asleep.
Looking over to your side, you were startled to see a sleeping Desha right next to you, he had picked you up and placed you on the bed of furs with him.
Sighing you made the motion to stand, but was stopped by a hand grabbing yours.
"What's wrong?" a sleepy Desha asked, sitting up from the furs.
"I didn't wanna wake you, I was just gonna move to another spot." you explained,
"Oh I'm sorry, did this make you uncomfortable? I just thought it'd be nicer to sleep here"
"Oh no its not that..." you answered
"What is it then?" Desha prodded, sitting up and pulling you back down to the bed of furs.
"I'm just...scared about tomorrow..." you said softly, tears trying to sting your eyes.
"We all are..." Desha said, brushing your hair down with his hands,
"I-I...I'm just afraid that when tomorrow happens everything changes, whether we win or lose, everything will change..."
"Well it's a good thing we don't plan on losing tomorrow, but what are you worried about specifically?"
"If we"
"When we"
"Yes, when we win...you're gonna be King... you won't have time for...well me anymore, you're my best friend...I'm just afraid we won't be as close as we are now...." you began to cry softly.
Desha sighed, and scratched the back of his neck, using his free hand he wiped your eyes of your tears.
"Is that what's been stressing you out?"
You nodded, feeling both of Desha's hands cup your face and pull you close to his face. His lips touching yours, you closed your eyes and leaned forward into the kiss.
Desha rubbed your earlobe gently as he pulled away.
"Does that assure you that when we win, I'm still gonna have time for you?
No he abandonado el fanfic, aunque lo pareciese ;_; pero la vida te absorbe las ganas de escribir y así he estado una larga temporada. Siento haber tardado tanto y sobre todo con un capitulo tan mneh, pero tenia que acabarlo algún día y publicarlo so, aquí esta. Espero que os guste y que no tarde otra vez 23384768 años mas en publicar el siguiente....
Despa te llevo hasta otra habitación que había justo al lado de la prisión. Daba la sensación de ser una cárcel en sí misma, era diminuta y solo tenía una mesa en el centro rodeada de un par de sillas. Carecía de ventanas y la única fuente de luz era una pequeña lámpara de aceite en la pared, pero la puerta era de madera en vez de metal, al contrario que el resto de celdas.
Despa había traído un par más de lámparas para que no pareciese una habitación tan lúgubre y un par de bandejas repletas de dulces y pastas.
El príncipe, como de costumbre, retiró una de las sillas para que te sentaras en ella y él se sentó en la silla que quedaba al otro lado de la mesa, quedandose enfrente tuyo.
Notabas como los nervios te invadían por segundos. Empezabas a confiar de verdad en estas personas, pero por esa misma razón te daba pavor que acabarán heridas o afectadas por tu poder.
La habitación empezaba a agobiarte por momentos.
Las paredes parecían encogerse poco a poco y la falta de ventanas no ayudaba en nada. Cogiste un par de galletas de una de las bandejas para intentar no darle demasiadas vueltas a todo aquello.
Viéndote tan nerviosa, Despa puso sus manos sobre la mesa con las palmas mirando al techo y te espero con su expresión amable de siempre. Le imitaste juntando tus manos con las suyas. Él te sonrió, acariciándote las manos mientras se concentraba y os quedasteis un largo rato en esa posición sin moveros. El rubio cambiaba su expresión de vez en cuando aun con los ojos cerrados, no sabias bien bien que estaba haciendo pero parecía tener un conflicto intern.
Hasta que finalmente, habló.
— ¿Puedo preguntar qué recuerdas sobre tus padres?
“¿Otra vez esta pregunta?” Pensaste.
— Nada… Solo recuerdo a veces a mi padre, pero poco más.
— Hmm…— Despa por fin te liberó las manos y se cruzó de brazos perdiéndose en sus pensamientos.
— ¿Has conocido algún demonio alguna vez?
— ¿Eh? — la pregunta te pillo desprevenida. — N-No…Que yo sepa…
“¿Puede que algún amo…?” No, hasta donde tu sabes todos eran humanos.
Jamás habías visto ni conocido a ningún demonio, pero si habias oido historias. Y ninguna presagiaba nada bueno.
Pero… tendría sentido, tendría sentido que tu poder fuera cosa de..
— ¿Estoy maldita? — preguntaste en un hilo de voz.
— No. Es algo más complicado que eso…— Despa se masajeó la nuca. — Desha tenía razón…— suspiró — Tienes un poder parecido al de un demonio, o al menos sangre de demonio te corre por las venas. Eso seguro.
“¿Sangre de demonio?”
— Es posible que uno de tus padres fuera…
Te dejaste caer sobre la silla, intentando procesar aquello.
“¿Mi padre? No. Él no podía serlo…Entonces solo podía ser…”
— ¿Mi madre?
Despa asintió.
— Nunca había oído algo así, si te soy sincero. Aparte de mitos, claro.
— ¿Pero…esas cosas son posibles? — preguntaste, mientras tu cerebro intentaba buscarle una explicación a aquello.
— Mírame a mí y a mis hermanos. — sonrió. — Realmente un dios y un demonio no son tan diferentes, en ese sentido.
“¿Dioses y demonios?” Reiste con incredulidad. “¿Era una broma de mal gusto?”
No, no lo era.
Siempre has visto tu poder como una maldición. ¿Que esperabas que fuera?
— Me imagino que es algo difícil de procesar…— Despa se levantó y rodeó la mesa para acercarse a ti y te cogió la mano con delicadeza rodeandolas con las suyas. — Pero no tienes que pasar por todo esto tu sola. — sonrió acariciandote la mano con delicadeza.
Desvíaste la mirada intentando ocultar las lagrimas que empezaban a emborronarte la vista.
Otra vez aquel sentimiento.
Otra vez aquel nudo en la garganta.
“No.“
“No te derrumbes.”
Te levantaste apartandote de Despa en busca de aire. Él te observó apenado pero se quedó en su sitio esperando a que te calmaras.
— Pensaba avanzar un poco más pero… mejor dejémoslo para la proxima.
Asentiste sin tener ganas de continuar ni hoy, ni mañana.
Volvisteis de vuelta hasta la puerta de tu habitación, Despa se mantuvo todo el camino en silencio, perdido en sus propios pensamientos.
— ¿Estarás bien?
Asentiste, sintiéndote algo más tranquila.
— Mañana probaremos en otro lugar ¿De acuerdo? ¿Quizás afuera te sientas más cómoda? — te encogiste de hombros y el príncipe te acarició el brazo con cariño despidiéndose de ti y se fue en dirección a su habitación. Se lo veía bastante decidido a ayudarte.
Entraste a tu habitación y te dejaste caer en la cama.
“¿Así que demonios, eh?” Reiste secamente.
Hiciste un gran esfuerzo para intentar recordar a tu madre, pero eras incapaz. No recordabas ni su nombre. Ni su rostro, ni siquiera su voz. Nada.
Rodaste sobre la cama quedando boca arriba.
“¿Por qué ellos no están asustados?”
“¿Por qué no te han echado después de descubrir esto?”
“¿Y Desha lo sabía desde el principio? “
“¿Por qué no me echó?”
Cerraste los ojos dejando ir un largo suspiro. No ibas a encontrar las respuestas que buscabas dándole más vueltas, así que te quedaste allí dejando pasar los minutos uno tras otro, recordando estos dos días.
¿Y si todo resultaba ser un sueño? ¿Y si Ray te había dado un último golpe que te impedía despertar?
Te quedaste pensando en esa posibilidad mientras la quietud del ambiente te engullía poco a poco. Levantaste tu mano hacia el techo y volviste a abrir los ojos lentamente. La observaste, llena de cicatrices y de pequeñas heridas que empezaban ya a cicatrizar para unirse a sus hermanas.
Diste una bocanada de aire y separando los labios poco a poco, susurraste.
— Curate.
Las heridas empezaron a desaparecer lentamente sin dejar ningún rastro. Como si nunca hubiesen estado allí. Al mismo tiempo empezaste a escuchar un crujido cerca tuyo. Te incorporaste ayudándote de los brazos y observaste como diminutas grietas aparecían en el cristal de la ventana, imitando exactamente tus cicatrices. Volviste a tumbarte.
¿Cómo se suponía que ibas a entrenar aquello?
Intentaste eliminar de tu mente a Despa resquebrajándose por culpa de tus poderes y te levantaste de un salto.
Eso no iba a pasar
Buscaste en los cajones de la habitación en busca de algo para escribir y recopilaste en tu mente las palabras que sabías que podías usar. Por supuesto no te atreviste a pronunciar ninguna de ellas, por si acaso. A veces los efectos de algunas eran aleatorios, o eso creías, así que era mejor no arriesgarse. Escribiste en la hoja todas las que se te ocurrían, borraste y añadiste algunas que creías que podrías usar, pero desconocías por completo sus efectos.
Odiabas usar tu poder o que supieran de él, pero si aquel era el pago por quedarte allí. Que así fuese.
No era una lista muy larga, pero sí llena de palabras peligrosas. La leíste unas cuantas veces y tachaste algunas palabras que no querías siquiera tenerlas presentes. Agotada mentalmente dejaste caer la pluma a un lado y te levantaste notando que tu cuerpo te pedía moverte.
Aún quedaban unas cuantas horas para la comida así que decidiste darte un paseo por la primera planta del castillo. Era una locura adentrarte tú sola más allá, tardarían semanas en encontrarte debido a la enormidad del castillo. Aunque realmente la gran mayoría de salas eran habitaciones y alguna sala vacía de reuniones o comedor pero no quisiste correr el riesgo.
Paseaste por largos pasillos y alguna que otra sala pero no encontraste nada de interés ni que te llamará especialmente la atención, así que seguiste paseando entre los pocos guardias que te encontraban, los cuales se limitaban a saludarte o simplemente te ignoraban. Aburrida de no encontrar nada te dirigiste hacia el salón donde solías encontrarte con Despa, pero a medio camino recordaste el jardín que se veía desde tu balcón. El único problema es que para salir al balcón tenías que atravesar toda la sala del trono y seguramente allí estaría Desha. Pero el aburrimiento ganó la discusión y cambiaste tu rumbo.
Cuando llegaste por fin a la sala principal del castillo te asomaste con disimulo. Las puertas estaban cerradas así que no parecía que fuera hora de “visitar” al rey, o en este caso al príncipe. Había algunos guardias repartidos por la gran sala y cerca del trono estaba Desha apuntando cosas en un papel y leyendo algunos otros. De vez en cuando le daba alguna orden a un guardia y éste salía disparado en alguna dirección mientras Desha volvía a su hoja.
Empezaste a caminar con disimulo por la sala y ningún guardia ni Desha te hicieron el menor caso, casi parecía que no se habían dado cuenta de tu presencia pero viste como Desha te observo de reojo durante unos segundos, frunciendo levemente el ceño pero volvio al instante con su trabajo..
Los guardias que custodiaban la puerta que daba a los patios del castillo la abrieron nada más acercarte allí. Un escalofrío te recorrió el cuerpo por el gran estruendo que causó la puerta al abrirse. Miraste de reojo a Desha para ver si todo aquel escándalo le molestase, pero este solo levanto levemente la cabeza durante unos segundos y volvió a centrarse en su trabajo. El leve aire que entraba del exterior volvió a centrarte y saliste rápidamente al patio. Los guardias que había afuera dieron una señal y los de dentro cerraron de nuevo la puerta.
Los minerales del techo cubrían el exterior con una tenue pero agradable luz amarillenta. Desde el balcón no pudiste apreciarlo del todo pero desde aquí te asombraste por la belleza del lugar. A pesar de lo tosco que podría parecer todo rodeado de piedra, reflejaba muy bien la luz del mineral creando algunas formas en la pared. Como si estuviesen hechos a propósito. Era un lugar precioso y lleno de sorpresas.
Saliendo de tu embelesamiento empezaste a caminar por el patio. Allí continuaban luchando los soldados.
¿Cuando descansaban? Ni si quiera los habías visto parar para comer.
Decidiste sentarte en unas pequeñas cajas que habían por allí para observarlos. El jardín podría esperar.
Era realmente impresionante. Casi parecía una batalla real. Incluso algunos soldados acaban heridos por los fuertes golpes o incluso salían disparados del golpe pero entonces los atacantes los ayudaban a levantarse y se chocaban el puño amistosamente. Era sorprendente el aguante que tenían aquellos soldados.
No te diste cuenta cuando uno de ellos se te acerco y diste un brinco cuando alguien te daba un par de toquecitos en el hombro. Te encogiste pensando que te habías metido en un lío por estar allí. Pero al sacarse el casco te tranquilizaste al ver que se trataba de Ouken. El chico, como siempre, sonreía.
— ¡Ey! — te saludo mientras se pasaba una mano por la frente secandose algo de sudor. — Ten cuidado con esas cajas. — hizo una pausa haciendo una mueca. — Están llenas de explosivos.
Abriste mucho los ojos empezando a mirar hacia abajo hasta que oíste al príncipe reír.
— Tendrías que haberte visto la cara. — río, feliz — Es broma, es broma.
Gruñiste haciéndote la molesta aunque parecía imposible enfadarse con aquel hombre mientras reía de aquella manera. Mientras dejaba de reír se apoyó a tu lado en las cajas. Tenía el cabello pegado a la frente y respiraba profundamente, parecía agotado pero extrañamente aún lleno de energía.
— ¿Es que no descansais nunca?
Él se limitó observando a sus hombres, parecía orgulloso.
— Tenemos que preparanos bien.
— ¿Prepararos? ¿Para qué?
Por primera vez desde que conociste a Ouken, notaste como su expresion se tensaba aún intentando parecer tranquilo.
— Para lo que tenga que llegar. — volvió a recuperar su feliz expresión de siempre y se incorporó quedándose delante tuyo. — ¿Estás mejor? ¿Te ha vuelto a pasar lo de anoche?
Negaste con la cabeza sintiéndote algo avergonzada por aquella escena que tuvo que presenciar el principe.
— Me alegro. — hizo una pausa para beber un poco de agua que le trajo uno de sus soldados — Pero si te vuelve a pasar algo así ven a buscarme, o alguno de mis hermanos. Te ayudaremos.
Te hizo gracia imaginarte yendo a la habitación de Desha con un ataque como aquel y como sería de fuerte la patada que te daría para echarte de allí.
Pero ahora que lo mencionaba.
No habías vuelto a sentir aquella angustia en todo el día.
Es más, te habías reído varias veces.
Estabas…¿Feliz?
— Ouken…— de un salto te levantaste de la caja, expulsandote polvo de la ropa. — Tengo que hacer algo.
— Claro, claro, yo tengo que volver también. ¿Nos vemos en el balcón después de cenar?
Le asentiste con una media sonrisa y empezaste a marcharte de nuevo en dirección al castillo. Ouken volvió a colocarse el casco y volvió con sus hombres levantando el brazo.
Los guardias te abrieron las puertas, y te dirigiste decidida hacia el salón de Despa. No había nadie allí así que tú misma buscaste las hojas de papel que solía darte Despa para hablar contigo y un par de plumas y una especie de carpeta.
Volviste a la sala del trono. Desha tenía ahora a unos cuantos aldeanos en la cola. Se le veía realmente agotado y harto de todo aquello. Te dirigiste hasta él y te quedaste al lado del trono.
A una distancia prudencial, por supuesto. Él te miró de reojo frunciendo el ceño y tú te quedaste allí plantada esperando a que la mujer que tenía delante el príncipe continuará hablando ya que se había quedado en silencio al verte. Desha le hizo un gesto con la mano para que prosiguiera y la mujer empezó a hablar de nuevo, aun mirándote de vez en cuando sin entender nada. Escribiste un resumen de la conversación, tanto lo que quería ella como la respuesta del príncipe. Fueron pasando así las personas una tras otra. La gran mayoría buscaban dinero, como era de esperar. Algunas se quejaban de bandidos o saqueadores. Otras de animales salvajes que se habían encontrado. Desde aquella perspectiva realmente parecía un reino peligroso. Pero Desha con cada una de las peticiones intentaba ponerle solución o tenerlas en cuenta para el futuro. Igualmente tu apuntaste cada una de ellas por muy insignificante que fueran. Estuvisteis unas dos horas más así hasta que finalmente las puertas del castillo se cerraron. Desha dejó ir un largo suspiro sentándose de cualquier manera en el trono. Te acercaste para entregarle las hojas que habías rellenado. Él las cogió con desganada mirándolas con el ceño fruncido.
“¿Aún sigue enfadado?” Te preguntaste mientras él empezaba a leer las hojas concentrado. “¡Pero si ha sido su culpa!”
Pero por el bien de la paz entre los dos, decidiste callarte.
Revisó las hojas y se las guardo con algunas que tenía por la mesa
— Buen trabajo. — se limitó a decir mientras se levantaba. — Pero no recuerdo haberte contratado.
Suspiraste con molestia perdiendo la confianza que habías recuperado hacia unos minutos, hasta que volvió a hablar.
— Mañana, nada más cambie el color de la ciudad te quiero aquí preparada para ayudarme. Lo miraste fijamente incrédula, repasando aquellas palabras hasta que una sonrisa empezo a formarse en tus labios. Había funcionado. El gruño al verte tan feliz y empezo a caminar con molestia hacia el pasillo principal. Decidiste seguirlo ya que se dirigía al pasillo principal y el castillo empezaba a llenarse de olores apetitosos y tu estomago empezaba a rugir levemente. Camistasteis en silencio por el pasillo y cuando ya no tuvisteis ningún guardia cerca el príncipe se detuvo.
— Lo de esta mañana…
Te detuviste tu también al escuchar eso
¿Aún quería seguir con eso?
— Si pasó algo ayer… — se rasco la nuca. Parecía costarle bastante decir aquello. — Si te hice algo…
Abriste mucho los ojos con sorpresa. ¿Creía que había pasado algo “más”?
Intentaste contener con todas tus fuerzas la risa que empezaba a subir por tu cuerpo. Lo miraste con seriedad mientras el agachaba la cabeza mirando a otro lado avergonzado de si mismo. Te quedaste unos largos segundos disfrutando de su expresion de culpabilidad hasta que finalmente negaste con la cabeza.
— No pasó nada. Hablamos y te dormiste.
El principe abrió mucho los ojos y te miro a los ojos, intentando saber si era verdad aquello.
— ¿Eso fue todo?
— Eso fue todo.
Desha suspiro muy, muy aliviado mientras se pasaba una mano por la cara. Realmente parecía sentirse mal por aquello. Realmente era un buen hombre.
Volviste a caminar de nuevo dándole la espalda, para que no pudiese ver tu sonrisa.
— Así que al final yo tenía razón. — parecía irritado de nuevo — Lo de esta mañana ha sido cosa tuya.
Gruñiste en respuesta y te giraste para enfrentarte a él, pero sin darte cuenta estabais delante del comedor y Despa asomo la cabeza al escucharos llegar.
— ¿Ya habéis hecho las paces?
— Más o menos… — gruño Desha, sentándose.
Tú te sentaste en el sitio de siempre refunfuñando..
La cena por suerte ya estaba servida y no tardasteis en poneros a comer. No lo notaste hasta que paso un buen rato pero estabas bastante cansada, entre el intento de entrenamiento con Despa y después las horas de pie ayudando a Desha, notaste como tu cuerpo se hundía cada vez mas y mas en la silla.
La velada siguió como la del día anterior exceptuando que Desha esta vez no tocó el vino. En algún momento Despa discutió algunas cosas con su hermano sobre el castillo pero tu estabas concentrada en comer y en aguantar despierta, así que les ignoraste por completo.
— ¿Y ella qué? — dijo Desha señalandote, llamando tu atención. — ¿Puedes hacer algo con lo suyo?
— Hemos avanzado un poco. Creo que se como ayudarla pero nos llevara un buen tiempo.
Desha suspiro con cansancio mientras se apoyaba en la mesa mirandote con el ceño fruncido.
“Otra vez está pensando en echarme.” Pensaste.
Finalmente el príncipe resopló y se levantó.
— Me voy a dormir. — se giró para hablarte una última vez. — Recuerda lo de mañana.
Asentiste perezosa, mientras Desha se giraba para marcharse al fin.
Te recostaste en la silla, realmente te notabas muy cansada
Despa lo noto y se levantó rápidamente para retirarte la silla.
— ¿Vamos a descansar ya?— Te sonrió, levantando su brazo para que te cogieras a él.
Te acompaño hasta tu habitación y te dio las buenas noches, marchándose hacia la suya.
Entraste en la sala y miraste tu cama con mucho deseo. Pero le habías prometido a Ouken que… así que haciendo tripas corazón saliste al balcón y en efecto allí estaba, sentado en el balcón contiguo, perdido en sus pensamientos. Sonrió al verte y se levantó para atravesar los balcones..
— Uy… esa cara… — Os sentasteis los dos juntos, mientras el te rodeaba con su manta para ahuyentar el frío. Era un poco rara la confianza que teníais ya los dos en el segundo día de conoceros, pero era realmente agradable estar con él. — Deberías irte a descansar… tienes cara de estar reventada.
Te encogiste de hombros empezando a tumbarte en el frío suelo del balcón para observar el techo estrellado del inframundo. Te notabas completamente agotada, pero te gustaba pasar rato con él. Os quedasteis allí un buen rato en silencio hasta que finalmente Ouken habló.
— ¿Sabes de quién era tu habitación?
Tardaste unos segundos en responder, pero ya te habías hecho una idea.
— ¿De vuestra madre?
Ouken asintió, su sonrisa se entristeció levemente.
— Supongo que Despa quería tenerte cerca por si te pasaba cualquier cosa y estuviéramos él o yo cerca. — hizo una pausa y siguió. — Pero cuando padre vuelva… no sé que vamos a hacer…
Os quedasteis en silencio lo que parecieron minutos y Ouken volvio a hablar.
— ¿Te han contado algo de…nuestro padre? — dijo bajando el tono, como si alguien o algo pudieran escucharos.
— Solo que es el rey de aquí y que bueno… que no ha hecho las cosas bien.
Ouken asintió. Por primera vez desde que lo conociste, tenía una leve expresión de amargor en el rostro.
— Mi padre es… lo peor. Es un monstruo. — El principe casi pareció escupir aquellas palabras.
Un escalofrío te recorrió el cuerpo de pies a cabeza. Realmente parecía desprender odio de solo mencionar a su padre.
Él pareció darse cuenta de que te estaba incomodando y volvió a cambiar la expresión rápidamente.
— Perdóname… — miro al cielo, algo avergonzado por su comportamiento. — No debería haber sacado el tema…
Te acurrucaste bajo la manta, cerrando los ojos. No te sentías incómoda, pero si abrumada por la nueva cara que habías conocido a Ouken, pero a la vez te sentías algo mas cercana a el.
Los dos os quedasteis en silencio hasta que en algún momento te quedaste dormida imaginándote lo horrible que debía de ser el rey Satun.
Hello! Here is the end of that shorter Desha fanfiction :D Finally, I decided to merge the two problematic parts, and I'm pretty satisfied with how it ended up.
I hope you'll like it too! 😳
You were packing your things. It was no use staying here any longer. Even if it was hard to ignore the little voice that did not want to leave, it was too late for you. You had already betrayed the trust of the Underworld’s people and even tried to kill your husband. You had no right to be sad or anything, you had chosen to do it. You could have rebelled sooner and explained everything to Desha, but you had kept lying while selling information to his enemies. Until you learned that you had been manipulated since the beginning. You had been played, used and thrown, and now you were nothing.
You had thought that you had lost everything the day you had hidden in that closet with the two babies you were taking care of. But, Lian had made sure you gave up all you could still have: a new place, a new chance at life. Maybe if things had been different… Maybe…
You frown, you were being unreasonable, it was best like this. Desha would be able to find a better wife, and you would atone for your sins somewhere else, far away from here. It was already enough that you were not sentenced to death for what you have done.
“Where are you going?” A rough voice inquired behind you.
“I am leaving the castle”, you simply answered, not even daring to look directly at the one you had once called your husband.
He was not really injured, unlike you whose hands were still bandaged. He was angry, seeing you like this, packing your things as if he could simply throw you by the windows after having had his way with you. Did you really think so little of him? He scratched his old wound, where you had stabbed him while saying you wanted to kill him. Could you be flying because of that?
“Who said you could leave?” He finally scoffed, hiding his ache behind aggressivity.
“I have to”, you pointed out, trying to look unbothered.
Why has he come? It was only making things harder for you. The shame and guilt were eating you away. You turned your back to him, finishing your luggage. What a shame, you had come here with less than that, but you still felt as if you were leaving everything else behind.
“You promised to take care of my siblings, it’s all I need”, you quietly added before trying to exit the room.
“I will not keep you against your will”, Desha commented on your path making you freeze. “But answer me: being wed to me, was it only a bore to you?”
You could still not look at him, but just the sound of his voice made clear to you that he was not in a good place either. Because of you, again. When did you learn to know him that well? When did you start to feel for him? It would have been so much easier if it had really been only a bore to you.
“You know it is not true…”, you finally answered, unable to lie to him and yourself.
“Then why?”
“I tried to kill you!” You suddenly snapped.
You glared at him, trying to scare him off for good, but he was only looking at you as if he was just checking on you. His large mouth was ironically twisted while he had his arms crossed on his chest. But you noticed that he was frowning, and his eyes were mixed with pain and anger.
“You call that scratch like that?” He sneered while shaking his arm.
“Not only that”, but you also squeezed your own arm, your head down. “I tried other times too…”
“You’re really taking me for a simple-minded”, he groaned. “I already knew it.”
“What? Why did you let me then?!” You shouted, too shocked to show any restraint. “I read the letters, you’re not even responsible for what happened ten years ago!”
“I am as responsible as Satun or Lian. I should have been there, but I prioritise my own gain over your clan’s safety.”
You saw in his eyes how he was still carrying the terrible weight of all the deaths induced by his father or the war between the two of them. You were angry against him because he had let you in the dark for so long, and for what? To satisfy his own self-loathing!
“You're stupid! What would have happened to your people if I had succeeded?!”
“I’m a lot of things but not stupid”, he shouted leaning forward. “As if you could do more than scratching me!”
“You big pretentious”, you mocked, half smiling in front of his too-large ego.
He scoffed, smiling too. The bad air had strangely disappeared between the two of you, but you could still not stay here. It felt good to know that Desha was not blaming everything on you, however, you could not forgive yourself.
“For what it's worth”, you added in a soft voice, “I do not think you’re responsible for my kin’s death. And… I am very grateful for the time spent here with you. I was happy for the first time in a long time.”
You finally found the strength to exit despite Desha taking almost all of the place, by simply being leaned on the wall next to the door. You were not expecting any kind words out of him and simply walked away, a bit relieved to have been able to say what you had on your heart.
However, you had only stepped outside the room when you were held back by your arm. You froze, unable to decide what to do, and what to think about what was happening. Was it really Desha who was holding your hand? His hand was so warm, you always liked feeling his raspy fingers interlock with yours… You realised a bit too late what you were thinking, and felt mortified by it.
“Do not leave me alone”, those words were so genuine and hurting, they made you shiver and cry in your heart.
You felt like choking, and tears gathered in your eyes.
“Why do you want me to stay? I only hurt you…”, you whispered without turning.
“I was happy too”, he simply explained.
You felt his big arms slide around you, taking you in a warm and soft hug. Your will faltered and you slowly turned to face him. The pain on his face was hurting you, you only wanted to see him full of joy.
“I want to stay too”, you finally admitted, unable to hold on to your tears any longer.
“I will not allow my wife to leave at the first excuse.”
You smiled before laughing softly. Desha froze, he had underestimated how good it would feel to see you looking so lighthearted.
“Does that mean that I am still allowed to call you husband?” You jocked with a mutinous smile.
“You have to”, he pointed, showing his pointy tooth in a menacing stance that had not exactly that effect on you.
“Husband”, you hummed.
His eyes slightly widened, while his smile became way genuine, and your heart melted. It was really too late for you, you were definitely in love. And it would only make it more agonising for you.
*
You silently looked around for a long moment. There was not much left, mainly dust and ashes, the only leftovers of a whole kind. It was sad but you had no more tears left to shed over it.
However, your memories of that fateful night were quite vivid. That pile of rumbles had been your workplace, the nursery where you were taking care of the babies. And behind one of the closets, there was a hiding place where you had hidden with the two newborns you had in your arms when the alarm rang like in the exercises. However, the exercise never ended, and you have heard all your family and friends die while holding the two little lives on your chest.
Thinking about it made your chest hurt as much as before, but at that time you were feeling at least satisfied. The two people responsible for your kind death had been killed, and the two little babies had become teenagers with long and safe lives in front of them.
As for you… You had been used, manipulated and almost ended up killing the man who had tried to help your kind, and who had been nothing but kind to you. You never knew that all Tieflings were able to withstand magic without consequences, certainly, only the guardians were aware of it while the others just went on with their life without knowing what threat they were to gods and magicians.
Anyway, you hoped to at least make things right with Jian's death. You had trained a lot to be able to oppose him, and now your ability was not much since you had lost most of your hands' faculties. But it was only a small price to pay. At this moment, you had left Desha’s castle, hoping to redeem yourself somewhere quiet.
He had already been so lenient by not executing you for your betrayal, and allowing your siblings to have a secured life in the Underground kingdom, therefore losing your place as Desha's wife was only logical. Then, despite the King's wishes, leaving the castle had been the right and logical thing to do for you. Even if it made you empty and hurting. Living by Desha’s side had shown you what normal and loved life looked like and it was only making it more painful to lose it. But you could not allow yourself to enjoy it after everything you had done.
Your eyes started to burn and you decided to forget all about your past. It was far too late for regrets, you could only keep living, hoping to redeem yourself for your mistakes.
“As much as the idea of a honeymoon sounds good for me, I am now questioning your tastes in choosing a fine location.”
You swiftly turned, surprised to suddenly hear someone else so close to you. Your eyes widened, and the tears you had been holding back started to flow.
“What are you doing here?” You succeeded in asking despite your hoarse voice.
“What questions is this? Did you intend on going on our honeymoon without your husband?”
Hello ! I forgot to post yesterday >.> And I still not have decided what to do for the end \O/ Anyway, here is the new chapter !
Warning: NSFW & something bloody toward the end may be disgusting for some people
You were resting in Desha’s arms after a very hot and delicious session in your bedroom. You were almost falling asleep like this, the day had already begun but for once your husband had still not left for work. While you had your eyes half-close, you felt him leisurely playing with the hair on your cheeks. His claws slightly touched your face and his movements stopped.
“Do you really find me attractive?” You heard him ask.
Your mind froze at the memory of your bold statement in front of Despa. It had been easy to tell it before, but now it was way more intimate and awkward. Nonetheless, you were feeling so good that you could just not lie or evade the situation.
“To my own surprise, yes”, you frankly admitted.
You thought that it would be enough for him to settle, however, his caress did not resume, making you feel flustered. So you opened your eyes to see what he was doing. His glance was on his hand that was on your face.
“What is it?” You asked.
“My skin, it’s grey, I used to think it was disgusting. But when I saw yours, I finally understood how beautiful colourful skins are…”
A strange silence fell on the bed.
“Are you blushing?” Desha sputtered totally surprised by the sudden pinkish tone of your skin.
“Do you not have work?!” You tried to change the subject while sitting up to avoid his inquisitive glare.
However, your behaviour seemed to have triggered the demigod, since he surrounded you with his big and muscular arms, kissing erotically your shoulders.
“I found you really exciting when you are blushing…”
His words finished to embarrass you, and you tried your best to hide in your hands. That was not enough to dissuade Desha who kept kissing you on your neck until you eventually forfeit and went to hide in his chest. He thought for a second that it was nice to see you behave like this until he understood that it was only a sly play to make him lower his guard. You bit his neck, before going straight for his earlobe, maybe one of the most sensitive parts of his anatomy. His deep groan informed you that the foreplay was going to end quickly, and before you knew it he put your face on the cushion, your belly against the mattress. In that position, you had close to no freedom to move, and in a swift and rough movement, he slid his cock in your already wet pussy. The pillow helped to muffle your loud moan, while Desha took advantage of the position to masturbate you skillfully. His weight on you was making you breathless and helped to press on your whole labia, the sensations were too many for you to be able to handle any of it.
Desha moved slowly on purpose, lowering his body upon yours to grab your chin with his free hand.
“I want to see you blush for me…”, he ordered with his too arousing voice.
And oh demigod, you did.
***
Not long after, you were sitting beside Desha, on the throne hall while folks were coming from all over the kingdom to ask, give, or protest. You were doing your best to understand all the different aspects and needs of all the clans. Most of the time, the king did not even need you, but it was nice to feel integrated. Despite how focused you tried to be, your reading was always coming to your mind. You were waiting to have it finished to talk about it with your husband, however, everything you were learning was already enough to blow your mind. But he had told you that you would talk only when you had finished so you were hardly restraining yourself.
Your focus was suddenly brought back to what was going on in the present when someone came bearing a gift for you. Your demigod of a husband frowned suspiciously while you took it in your hand. Since you had become the Queen, the people had slowly adjusted to you and your unusual kind, and with your work, in the orphanage, some could say that you were pretty accepted by everyone. However, it was the first time that you were getting a gift, especially in an official way.
You took it with a bit of curiosity, but your peaceful face totally changed when you opened it, you became white and even briefly screamed out of fear and terror.
“What is it?” Desha asked you worryingly but you quickly closed the box without letting him the time to see it. He quickly switched his attention to the bearer, “Seize that person!”
“Let him go!” You ordered against him, yelling without controlling you.
“What are you saying?!” Desha tried to reach you, but you evaded him and rushed outside the room, still carrying the box.
Meanwhile, the person who had brought it took advantage of the confusion to flee. Letting Desha be confused.
“Y/N!” He called you.
The king hesitated in front of the people still waiting and looking lost because of all the commotion. He should stay calm, but he was also really concerned about what had just happened. In a fit of wrath, he decided to just run after you. He saw you enter a closed and empty room and followed you in.
“Show me what it is!” He ordered.
That time, he did not let you avoid it and pull it out of your hands. You fell to the ground, hardly breathing and crying loudly. His face became even more furious when he saw a little reddish finger in it.
“Who did this?!” He was yelling but not against you.
He saw you on the ground and started to guess something about the whole situation. He kneeled close to you, not wishing to scare you when you were already in a bad place.
“We will find who did this, I -”, he started before you interrupted him.
“I will kill you!!” You screamed like a madwoman, attacking him with a knife.
It was uncalled for, and Desha did not have the time to react.
*
Your road was coming to an end. Both explicitly and literally. Jagan’s clan leader's mansion was close enough to be seen from where you were. The carriage was going at a slow speed, letting you all the time to see your final destination grow wider. You were coming home successful, however, there was no joy or pride on your face nor in your heart. Your chest was hurting and you felt on edge, you had only two tasks left to do before being able to let go and finally rest.
Nobody came to welcome you at the mansion’s entrance, not even the butler. You should have been used to it since you had lived like this for ten years, but after only twelve months in the Underworld’s Castle, you had forgotten all this. You had quickly become used to being cared for, or even simply being noticed by someone… You felt your mind wander around your husband, but did not let it go too far. You had done what you had to do. Having regret would only be hypocritical.
The mansion was full of human magicians busy with their studies or their own tasks, no one took even a look at you, it was as if you were transparent, or already dead. You did not even try to look for your siblings, they would not be allowed to wander around anyway. You went directly to Lian’s office, knowing that your only path was this one. Even if nobody was paying you any mind, if you even simply dared to take a step off your tracks, everybody would immediately remind you of your obligations. After all, you were his daughter.
The room was on the first floor of the mansion, it took up a good quarter of it and was richly decorated. Lian was currently sitting behind his desk, however, he was obviously waiting for you since he was already staring at the entrance when you came in.
“My beloved daughter”, he called out, usually he would disguise his disgust with more effort but not this once.
“I am here to report to you father”, you did not try either to play the part.
Your mask had been destroyed at the same time you had to throw away the only good thing that had happened to you since your whole kind had been wiped out.
“Your success has reached my ears before you”, he revealed without a blink. “You did well. Now you can meet up with your siblings.”
You did not hold any longer on a tired sigh, the end was coming nearer.
“The butler will show you the way.”
And with a lazy hand gesture, he simply dismissed you. You found the butler waiting outside the room, and without a word, he started to walk away, forcing you to speed up a bit to not be left behind. He went straight down the stairs to the ground floor, then to the underground. You knew it existed but never went there. It was well lit with special stones like those on the cave’s ceiling. You got the feeling that it was frequently used, with wide maps on the walls, a variety of rooms, and some people busy storing objects or taking them out. However, your guide did not give you time to understand what was going on, and led you further underground in a narrow and gloomy corridor. There were no longer rooms but cells, and in one of them, you found your two siblings. They were huddled together, shaking, but when they saw you they immediately started to cry and sob.
“It’s okay”, you soothe them while taking them in your arms. “Everything is okay now…”
You looked at their young and dirty faces, noticing that one had his hand bloody with a missing finger.
“It is no use telling them lies”, the butler talked for the first time. “You freaks will not live another day.”
You did not even bother turning towards him, still holding your siblings against your chest, but your face became ugly. You had no intention of living another day, however, you will do anything to assure that they would.
“I will make everything right”, you swore loudly.
You finally stood up, “stay close to me”, you said to them, so they squeezed against each other, close to your legs.
“Give me just one reason to definitely deal with you”, the butler asked with his eyes showing how much he wanted it. “In fact, I do not need a reason…”
And without warning, he suddenly waved his hands, gathering his magic to launch a deadly attack on you. However, you did not even try to evade it, and you simply received the energy in you.
“How is it possible?” He sputtered.
“You really thought I would never learn the truth?” You angrily shouted before rushing to him with a dagger.
He did not oppose much of a resistance without his magic and you easily defeated him. You had trained only a little, but it seemed to be enough to deal with people who trusted too much in their magic abilities.
“Let’s get out of here.”
At the same moment, a deadly sound made the castle shake, and a lot of screams and shouts were heard from the ground level. You were not surprised, and simply took your sibling's hands to lead them outside. The Jagan’s magicians were too busy fighting against the Underworld’s guard to notice you flying to the place. You easily escaped, and met with the soldiers posted in the rear guard.
“You did your part”, the lieutenant said to you.
You simply nodded, feeling relieved to know that your siblings were finally out of danger. You were certain that the guards would easily deal with the magicians, they were far more numerous, and the law was against them since you had finally sold their secrets. However, when you should have simply sat back and waited for the end to unravel itself, you were strangely unsettled. Maybe the other magicians were not a big threat, but Lian was monstrously powerful. What if he killed…?
You suddenly stood up again.
“Where are you going?” The lieutenant tried to stop you but you ignored him and rushed back into the castle.
Your siblings called out for you too, but you could not stop. You were not doing it out of sympathy or anything, you just wanted to make sure that Lian could not win, you had to see him dead, preferably by your own hands.
You ran to Lian’s office and stormed in to witness a cataclysm made by two incredible powers. It was like a tempest, the wind was rising, the cold was freezing, and you could hardly take one step after another. You half discerned the two men fighting a bit further away. Lian was shouting one incantation after another, while Desha was using his lightning to keep him busy while trying to reach him with his huge weapon. However, a dark power was gathering around the magician, and all your body reacted with an adrenaline rush. If your husband was hit by that, he would not be alive to see another day!
The storm suddenly ended, but it was not a good sign, because all of the power was now gathered in Lian’s hands, however, Desha did not hesitate and used that chance to attack him. You saw it and dashed between the two men before the human one could kill the demigod.
Your own power endured all it could but was quickly overwhelmed making you scream from the excruciating pain. The dark energy was piercing your hands, threatening your chest behind it, but you stood your ground by your own will.
“Y/N! What the fuck are you doing?!” Desha yelled at you from behind.
“Husband! Go now!” You toughly shouted, tears flowing down your cheeks.
Only by standing there your skin was starting to burn and your hands were almost ruined, still, you did not give up.
“Are you really going to rebel now?” Lian scoffed. “It’s too late for you!”
“I know!” You cried and shouted at the same time.
“Why are you defending the one who killed all your kind”, he tried anyway, seeing that you were really threatening him.
“Because I won’t let you kill the only family I have left!”
In the next second, you saw Desha rush at an incredible speed for his size, and his huge mace swing close to your head to sickle the magician. The sight was horrendous, blood spurting everywhere, the corpse unrecognisable. Finally, you let your arms fall, and your knees let you down, making you drop to the floor.
“Y/N!”
The shouts were coming from far far away, but strangely you were happy. Everything was finally settled.
Today we'll see Despa because he's so funny to write !
Your reading of the first book helped you to feel better: it was about pretty common knowledge, but it was still good to see a vestige of your kin. You basked in small daily-life details and took the time to relish every paragraph.
Meanwhile, the life with Desha was a bit too good too, leading you in softening. Gradually your role as the Queen took on more importance, and you began to be busy with your duties. Making all your worries slowly weaken, even if you could never forget about them. You simply hope that a solution will occur by itself.
One day, as you were wondering about what to do, you saw a group of children supervised by adults coming into the throne room. Puzzled you follow them, as the Queen you usually would assist your husband with the grievances, but you had not heard that some were scheduled now. They did not notice you, and you entered behind them.
“King Desha!”
Three little kids started to rush at the big man who was standing in the middle of the room. He looked awkward but rather than avoiding them, he kneeled and let them climb on his back and chest like little monkeys.
“Sorry King Desha”, a man apologised, looking worried.
“It’s nothing. How are you doing A’shar?” The demigod inquired.
“We’re doing fine thanks to you”, he answered gratefully, “the orphanage is great! I bring with me the oldest and those who want to see you if you don’t mind…”
“I do not mind.”
Desha looked out of place, but he still manipulated the children carefully, with what looked like an inexpressive face, but for someone who knew him very well, they could notice that he had a very soft and discreet smile on his largemouth.
“Can I braid your hair?” A little boy asked, a finger in his mouth while tugging the king’s pants.
“Sure.”
A’shar seemed ready to die of embarrassment in front of the kids' behaviour, but since the King had allowed it, he could not intervene. So, he just pushed the oldest ones to encourage them to go see their nation’s leader. They politely declined their names and ages and what they wanted to do. They all physically looked really different, obviously born from different kinds. You were observing them from the side, and you did not know half of their kin. Before being adopted you did not have the opportunity to meet other species, and after, in Lian’s mansion, there were only humans. To be honest, your horizon had widened a lot since you had become the Underworld’s Queen.
Nevertheless, Desha listened carefully to the oldest kids. When they were old enough, he would allow them to work in the Castle, as trainee servants or guards, some even as secretaries.
You watched it with a strange feeling in your guts. Obviously, those kids had lost their parents in the last war against the previous King, Satun. However, you had never expected Desha to take care of them like this. Even if he had to do something about them, he had no obligation to go as far as seeing them or letting them play with him like that. It made you feel even more uncertain and conflicted, with a fit of strange and poisonous jealousy growing.
Until you spotted a very little girl standing in a corner, looking at the other without daring to come closer. Everyone else seemed to have forgotten about her, and she was close to tears. Seeing her like this made you think about what your job once was, ten years ago. So you gently took her in your arms and went to sit next to Desha who was already sitting on the floor with all his king’s elegance. The little girl smiled happily and reached for his cape with an interesting glare.
“My wife, the Underworld’s Queen”, Desha introduced you, before adding with a smirk. “She is very well cultured.”
“We are really honoured!” A’shar and the other adults shouted.
Once the small talks were done, they went back to talking about the serious matters while the children were playing happily around them.
“One of our caregivers had to leave to take care of his family in the backcountry a couple of weeks ago”, the man explained. “We need to recruit someone else, but it’s a difficult task and we did not find anyone else until now…”
“I’ll help you”, you said without thinking.
Desha looked as surprised as you were, but now that you had talked, you did not want to go back on your words.
“Just until you find someone more suitable”, you quickly added, “I’m used to taking care of young children.”
A’shar seemed not at ease with letting a tiefling work with the children, but you were the Queen and obviously looked at ease with the little kids.
“I’m very grateful”, he accepted, relieved.
Everything was for the best then, but Desha had heard something that put him in troubled thinking. You were used to working with young children, did you mean before or after the extermination? His doubts started to bother him again, but he kept them bottled up, for now, waiting for the right time.
In the meantime, it was refreshing to see you taking care of children with a sweet smile on your face. And he wanted only to think about that nice sight.
*
Not long after, the king and queen received the visit of someone very peculiar.
“You took your sweet time, as usual”, Desha commented with a sardonic tone.
You looked at him and the short, blond stranger that did not hesitate in talking back to the Underworld’s feared and respected leader.
“I can still take my leave if you are not happy with my presence !” He proudly shouted back.
“You’re the one who needs money for your lavish way of life”, the king wryly smiled.
“You think I am ashamed of it?”
“Is this your brother?” You interrupted without thinking.
They both immediately turned toward you (you almost could hear their necks crack because of the speed) with shocked faces.
“How did you know?” Desha asked you.
“I do not know if I have to be impressed by your sense of deduction or offended to be associated with that mongrel.”
“That mongrel is still your brother and king”, the demigod sighed in front of his shameless behaviour. “This is Despa, my brother, and prince of the Underworld”, he finally presented.
“Nice to meet you, Queen of the Underworld. I am still amazed that my brother was able to secure such a delightful lady like yourself.”
“Thank you”, you answered, taken aback to be complimented for the first time in your life despite being a tiefling, “but I am also very lucky that the husband chosen for me was so good looking.”
Desha, who was not really paying attention suddenly began to loudly cough when hearing your last sentence. You gently patted his back, while Despa was not even hiding his fun. He had been a bit worried about that whole arranged wedding, and because it had taken him time to heal from Ouken's imprisonment, he had been scared that his older brother had put himself in a situation too hard even for himself. However, you seemed at least sincere in your appreciation of your husband, so it was a relief for him.
Nonetheless, he still had something he wanted to check.
“Can I take your hands?” He asked you.
You looked at Desha, pondering, but he simply nodded that everything was fine and you obligingly handed over your hands to Despa. He came closer, and you noticed that he was even a bit smaller than you, which was strange for a demigod. He gently took your hands, and you saw him focus while an odd but nice feeling washed over you.
“Such a hard life”, he simply commented.
However, that only sentence was enough to scare you and you pulled out your hand with a choked face.
“Do not worry, I did not see anything, just felt it”, Despa appeased you. “I didn't mean to pray in your past life. I just wanted to check on your skill. But strangely enough, even if it is here, it is nothing more than a seed unuttered.”
“My skill?” You looked lost.
“Did you read the second book?” Desha asked you, avoiding a direct answer.
“No, I just finished the first one.”
“Then, we will talk about it again when you have read it too.”
His demeanour meant that he was not going back on his words, and as strange as all this was, you simply brushed it away. The book was in your chamber, you could read it in a matter of days, so you would know soon enough what all this was about.
After that, Despa decided that he was staying for lunch, and you shared a happy meal with Desha and him. It was new for you to see him so easily annoyed and joyous at the same time, and it made you really glad too.
However, when the day ended, you felt depressed. You remembered Despa’s words about your life, and the fact that Desha had his sibling by his side made you think about yours. How were they doing? Was Lian taking good care of them? But sadly you already knew the answer to those questions. You stayed awake in bed, unable to find sleep.
When your husband joined you a couple of hours later, he noticed your state. For a second he hesitated before taking you in his arms, his chest against your back.
“I can hear anything”, he whispered to your ears.
You closed your eyes, feeling tears build up.
“What happened ten years ago?” You finally dared to ask directly.
“You will understand everything when you read the book”, he swore despite the weight in his chest.
*
The next morning, when you woke up, Desha had already left for work. You sat down for a moment, thinking about the mess your life was. You took out a little powder from your pillow, a manservant had given it to you the day before, saying that it would please even a god. However, you still have not let your husband taste it. You looked at it for a while, before putting it back and grabbing the second book.
The first one had been about your kind’s usual living, their history and their society. But the second one seemed a bit more specific. From the beginning, the writer explained that every tiefling was born with the same ability. One so dangerous, so threatening that they had to hide for their survival…
Good evening! I need your opinion about something for the fic I will you kill.
I finished it as you know, but there are two alternative endings. I wanted to go for the second one, but my friend thinks that the two can work together.
So, what do you prefer?
I post the two, one after the other, or I post the one I thought is better and the other as a bonus after the end, or I just post my favourite one and forget about the other?
Hello ! I don't remember if I have said it before, but this story will have seven parts! Here is the third ;)
“Report to the king”, the spy claimed.
Desha was sitting behind his desk, in his private study, where he knew nobody could snoop on what he was doing.
“Go on”, he simply ordered, lifting his head from his papers.
“The Queen”, the title made Desha’s eyes twitch, “spends her days looking in the library. She has not been seen interacting with other people than the Castle’s servants.”
“It’s like that then”, the king mumbled, “good work, keep following her and reporting me.”
The spy bowed and left the room, letting Desha pounder for a moment. The attack on the both of you had made him worry about your safety, and lowered his suspicion on your account. But, he was still wary since you were still Lian’s daughter and a tiefling. The worst part was that every private moment he shared with you was making him softer, and he did not like it. He was still hurting from Ouken’s imprisonment, and he could not count on Despa who was still dealing with his own grief. He also had a good idea about what you were looking for.
He suddenly stood up and went to look in his own private library. Obviously, he would not let any book wander in the Castle, free for everyone's eyes. Some had dangerous information, like the two he carefully selected. They were old and a bit dusty, but he knew their texts very well. He deliberated for a while, one in each hand. Could he really trust you with that? Obviously, there was a good chance that you already knew what was inside… He finally took both of them and put them in his pocket. And since it was already late, he decided to go get dinner.
Meanwhile, you were still in the Castle’s library. Since you had become the king’s wife, you were feeling more comfortable here. The servants were kind and carefree, but you were not. However, you have already understood that you will not find anything. It made your heart feel heavy, and at the same time, you did not have the luxury to just mop around. Each day spent far from Lian’s mansion could mean that something terrible had happened. But at the same time, what could you do? Even if you already knew that you would not spend the rest of your days here, you did not want to just throw yourself under the carriage’s wheels.
A discrete sound, maybe you look toward the entrance, a man-servant came in, looking gloomy. You felt your body tense, and a thrill seized you. You remembered the attack clearly, and now you were really wary.
“Your tea is cold”, he said to you without carrying any cup.
“I don’t care”, you barked back. “I’m brewing perfectly well, you are the one who is not putting enough effort.”
“Be careful”, he threatened you angrily. “My master is not pleased… And you know what will happen if you do not show any results…”
You clenched your fists, but you could do nothing against him, he was just a messenger, and the fear of the consequences was preventing you from risking anything.
“Do you have what is needed?” He pressured you.
You repressed the sudden urge to tell him to fuck off and unhappily gave him a paper. He took it without looking at what was on it and simply left, letting you shiver with anger and fear. You felt tears burning your eyes and hated to be so powerless. You were only a pawn, and you had no future for yourself.
“At least, it is easy to find you”, a deep voice noted with a scoff.
Your body jumped out of surprise, and Desha looked a bit sorry to have frightened you to that extreme, he did not even dare to come any closer.
“You were not in the dining room, so I went looking for you”, he justified himself.
Damn it was hard for him to deal with you. He never knew on which feet he should stand, as your relationship was so strange. What should have been only for convenience was too intense, and the distance you both put between the two of you was always changing from one minute to another. However, he had not expected to find you like that, looking frightened and… on the verge of crying?
“Are you doing fine?” He asked you awkwardly.
He prayed for you to say yes because he had no idea what to do in case you needed any kind of comfort.
“Everything is fine, King Desha”, you quietly answered, getting back control of your nerves, “you are too kind to look for me like this, can I be of any help for you?”
Could you do something now? You already knew you could never win against a demigod without any help. But, if you did nothing, you were risking the consequences. But, he had saved you against the mercenaries. They would have killed you without hesitation without him. Your head was a terrible mess, you felt so sick.
“What book are you looking for?” He unexpectedly asked you.
“What? I mean…”, you hesitated.
You were torn between what you had to do, and what you wanted. It was so childish and selfish of you…
“I wanted to learn more about… my kind”, you finally confessed.
Even if you were hesitating, you looked at Desha directly in his eyes, watching how he would react to it. Could he keep pretending ignorance? Would he be a hypocrite to the point of trying to confront you about it?
“You will not find anything here”, he taught you. “Here, those are from my own collection.”
He gave you two little old book notes from before. You stared at them, nothing on their front pages was giving away what it was about, but as soon as you opened them, you stumbled upon your kind’s writing and own alphabet. A new emotion surfaced in you, flourishing from your heart to the rest of your body. It was soft and bitter, but so warm.
“Why… would you give me this?” You wondered, your tears even harder to hold in.
It would have been so much easier for you if he had just kept playing ignorant. But that… It was too unexpected coming from him. Making you wonder what exactly had been his part in that terrible event, ten years ago.
“It was just taking dust in my library, it will be better cared for in your hands”, Desha just waved with his hand.
You scoffed, half smiling, so typical. You knew him only for a couple of months, however, you already knew his bad habit to disguise his good deeds behind indifference. Still, there was something more around all this. And it was disturbing to see him behave as if he knew nothing of it. But… for now, you were happy about what you found. It made you feel like your folk was still alive as if you were not already a dying species. And maybe… Just maybe… Your husband was really ignorant.
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, let’s go eat now”, Desha scratched his neck, feeling embarrassed in front of your first genuine smile.
*
You spent the next few days in an unrested state of mind. You did not know when the next attack against your husband would occur, and you were strangely scared about it. Those thoughts made you feel hypocritical and dirty. The worst was that you felt only better in Desha’s warm embrace.
Each evening you were grateful to see him come in bed with you, and each new morning the heavy weight in your chest grew even heavier. Sometimes you were that close to preventing him from going to his king’s duty. However, you already knew that even if he was aware of it, he would never turn away from his obligations to his people and kingdom.
That morning was the worst, you felt sick and queasy.
“Let’s stay in bed today”, you shamelessly and desperately pleaded to Desha, while holding him in your arms from behind.
You squeezed your head in his back as if you could really prevent him from going away. A part of you was scared that he would turn angry at you, even hate you for being lazy and annoying, but he succeeded in surprising you once again.
“Do you not feel well?” He wondered about turning to touch your front head with his.
Seeing him from that close made you feel embarrassed and hot, but you had nowhere to flee.
“Hmm, you’re quite hot, you should stay in bed, I will send someone to look after you”, he decided, looking bothered.
“It’s nothing, I’m fine!” You tried to convince him, suddenly scared that he was hating you.
“Do not joke with your health, wife”, he insisted. “I would look after you myself if I could, but I have an important meeting in town this morning.”
You lowered your head, defeated. It was too late now. With your doubts and fluctuating attitude, you had succeeded in disgusting the only person who had been genuinely nice toward you in ten long years. A hand gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up again. You noticed Desha’s worried face, a strange smile on his large lips.
“Do not fret, I will come to take care of you as soon as I have finished that task”, he reassured you. “Meanwhile, try to catch up on your reading.”
Your mouth widened in front of that unsuspected turn of events. A warm heat spread in your cheeks and chest, and you back for another second in Desha’s embrace before realising him.
“I will wait for you then, husband.”
He scoffed, his ears as red as your cheeks and finally left the bed. You did not miss a bit of his beautiful naked body while he was going to wash before leaving once he had finished dressing up himself.
Meanwhile, you sense a bit of remorse as if you had no right to stay lazy like that. But you were not good, your body was heavy, and your belly felt sick. Thankfully, not long after, a nurse came to check on you. Like most of the servants in the castle, he was really kind and soft. He thoughtfully did his job before giving you his conclusion.
“You need to rest, your body is responding to your stress. It’s not too severe for now, but if you keep going on like this your health could really deteriorate.”
“I see…”
What more could you say? That you were stuck between two terrible deaths? That you had to choose between what you had been talking to for ten years, and what you were experiencing for a couple of months? That two young lives were counting on you when you had to sacrifice the one person you unexpectedly fell in love with? That you felt sick simply thinking about the time spent with the one that had wiped out your kind and family?
“I will try my best to rest then”, you finally said with a fake smile.
“Very well, do not hesitate to call me again if you need anything else.”
You silently nodded before seeing him respectfully bowing to you, then leaving the room. Once you were alone again, you tried to relax, but you quickly understood that it would be impossible. At that time, you remembered your husband's command and grabbed the first notebook to start reading it.
Like that you did not see the time elapsed, stopping only to get a little bit of food until a sudden commotion outside the room drew your attention. You rushed outside the bed and after you had dressed yourself up, you stormed out to catch the first person you could put your hand on.
“What’s going on?” You asked, your worry growing.
“The king had been attacked again!” The servant answered you shakily.
“Where is he?” You pressed him without a bit of concern for the poor man who looked scared by your attitude.
“I-In the throne’s room!”
You roughly let go of him to run in the learned direction. On your way, you saw a couple of injured guards heading toward the infirmary supported by others. They looked gloomy and shocked, making you worry even more.
“How could this happen?” One of the advisors wondered when you entered the throne room.
There were three of them gathered in the middle of the place, their faces were concerned while they were talking.
“It’s as if they knew perfectly well our king’s schedule…”, another guessed.
“But how could this be possible? We are the only ones to know with the king”, the last one said.
“There’s someone else…”
The implication was enough for them to understand each other, and when they saw you walking beside them, they quickly changed their subject and looked away. You clenched your fists, it was better to ignore them and above all, you were way worried about your husband’s health.
“Desha?”
The king was sitting on his throne, playing with his sceptre and a bad look on his face. There was blood on his clothes and his face, but you were too far to see if it was his or not. You froze in front of the stairs, not knowing what you should do. You were sincerely worried about him, but at the same time, you felt so wrong. The advisors were right, it was your fault. You had no right to feel like that…
“Surprised to see me alive?” Desha inquired with a nasty smile.
“Yes”, you fearlessly admitted, “and relieved.”
When you said the last part, you felt the weight on your chest reduce a bit. Desha easily noticed it, and as far as you could have been faking it, your face matched your words. It would have been way easier for him to just be convinced of your felony, however, he could feel and see how much you were affected by the situation, and your worry for him was genuine. Nonetheless, it was not the only reason why he was so eager to trust you: it was because of him that you were in that situation.
“Is that so”, he simply commented before switching to a more playful smile. “Then why don’t you kiss your husband who had to fight to stay alive and come back to his faithful wife?”
You knew that he was playing with you but it did not prevent you from blushing hard. You tried to stay composed, while your pride kicked in, you did not want to give him the pleasure to make a joke of you.
“Gladly.”
You quickly climbed the stairs with a focused expression to try and ignore the tempest of emotions in your mind. Desha’s glare was daring you to go as far as you could, and you were determined to show him. You stopped for a second in front of him, before sitting down on his knees and kissing his left cheek in front of all the advisors. They all gasped and you noticed your husband’s ears going as red as your skin. You felt a prideful satisfaction that helped ignore your own embarrassment.
“King Desha-” one of the advisors tried to say something before being interrupted.
“Go out”, the king ordered rashly.
“But-”
A deadly glare was enough to scare them away, and you were both finally left alone in the huge room. Your husband was hiding his face in his right hand since his left one was on your hips. From that place, you could only see his profile, and you noticed some blood on his cheek.
“What are you doing?” He grumbled when feeling something wiping his face.
“I was afraid you were injured”, you justified yourself while using your dress sleeve to clean him.
"I'm not injured, there's no need to ruin your clothes."
"I do not like seeing you injured, even if it's not true", the words slept out of your mouth before you could stop them. And now that you had started, you tried to justify yourself, "I know you have no reason to trust my words…"
You lowered your head, your hand slowly falling down too. But you felt it being caught by Desha's. You gazed at him, his dark eyes were so intense that you found yourself breathless. He took your fingers to his large mouth and softly kissed it before asking in a low voice:
“Do you trust me?”
Your lips shook on a failed attempt at a sentence, however, you could not say a word. The pain in your husband’s eyes took you by surprise, and you wondered for a second when you both had started to matter too much to each other. You quickly buried your head in his neck, avoiding his gaze, fearing that you could not withstand it any longer before giving up everything.
