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
It's like as soon as the two of you started dancing, the rest of the people on the floor proceeded to stand around the two of you, whispers began to emerge from the crowd.
People asking who you were, why did that man look that way, two weirdos dancing on the floor.
"Are you alright?" he asked,
You hadn't looked at him since you started dancing, because you were very shaky around him. But when you looked up, you noticed, he was also very red in the face, shaky, and even sweaty.
"I could ask you the same thing..."
//Based on @probablyspooky's Arranged Marriage ! A king desha x reader fic That i really like-- no, LOVE at this point! i hope you like my quick sketch fanart! qwq
The reader gives King Desha permission without knowing what they really signed up for. TW: Pure Smut. Sex
Edited for grammar
You adored how his arms wrapped around your waist as you lay in his bed. Your head on his chest listening to his heart.
It was night. You two were in his chambers cuddling in bed. You had knocked out in mid-conversation and he indulged you. Desha laid there waiting for sleep to take him too.
You two had been seeing one another for 8 months you’d known each other for years but finally told one another your feelings. Well…. More like you told him and gave him the choice to let you walk away by requesting some space. He surprised you by saying he reciprocated those feelings.
You two took walks in the forest when you could see each other. He pleasantly surprised you with all the physical affection he gave you.
You always initiated the next step. It started with holding hands and then hugging. Desha would respond in full or more. It was like he was waiting on you for permission by letting you take the lead. You didn’t quite fully understand it but you found it endearing. He could be shy in his own way.
The most you two have done is kiss. You had asked him to bend down and went for the cheek when he moved his head and your lips met his. Your face flushed you weren’t entirely sure if that was on purpose or not but it was worth it. The kisses since then have been less than innocent.
This is what brings you to the main problem now. You wanted more of him. You just weren’t sure how to approach it. You had woken up a bit ago and could feel his member hard against you while in bed with him sleeping.
There were times when you cuddled that you could feel him get aroused but he never went past kissing. He was always a gentleman about it. His hands never wandered to what was inappropriate.
You wanted to change that but every time you chickened out. So it’s been 8 months and you wanted all of him.
His restraint knew no bounds apparently. It was driving you up the wall.
without giving it much thought you moved your leg rubbing him intimately.
He was a big man in more ways than one. A cough stopped you in place and you froze. ‘Oh no… I thought he was sleeping’ that wasn’t much of an excuse either, to be honest, to fondle someone.
You turned your head up at him and your expression revealed an embarrassed apologetic flushed face.
“Sorry! I um did that without thinking!”
Desha’s bored expression tried not to betray anything of what he was feeling but there were two indicators that betrayed him. One was the slight pink on his ears and the second was right by your legs.
Ugh, you felt yourself beginning to retreat again but you couldn’t hold out much longer it was now or never.
“Desha” you decided on the forward approach. grabbing his hand you placed it under your shirt so he felt bare skin. You had his attention.
“It’s okay to touch me. I want you to”
His mind was trying to catch up. He knew he heard right and all the possibilities of that statement hit him all at once. Your eyes longing for him and the hue on your cheeks didn’t make it easier on him.
“You’re being rather rash with that statement “
while saying this his fingers brushed past stroking your stomach slowly working his way up to stop just before your breasts. He reveled in hearing the hitch in your breath.
“I’ll take that gamble” you felt an ache between your own legs. Playing with yourself while thinking about him could only do so much compared to the real man.
“Do you take responsibility for those words?”
“yes” you were going to feel the meaning of those words. He would make sure of that.
His mouth took yours and you melted against him. You nipped at his lips teasing him. All the while his hands tried to make quick work of your clothes. You were left with only panties on.
You reached for his pants only for him to stop you. Before your mind could comprehend it your hands were bound by your clothes tied to the bed headboard. Blinking in confusion you question him.
“What are you doing?”
You were on your back bare to him with only your underwear covering what was left. Your nipples are hard from the exposed cold air. Your skin was lighter under what had been covered. He took pride in being the only one who could see this.
He positioned himself above you. His lips kiss your neck. Earning a pleasurable moan from you.
“you expressed your wish for my touch. I’m going to partake and savor it” you could practically feel the smirk on his face against your neck.
“You know that’s no-Ah ahh”
One hand caressed your breast while he was still kissing your neck with an occasional bite.
You panted and tried very hard to stifle your moans while your body writhing under him. Chest raised gave him better access. He showed appreciation by switching his mouth to your other nipple and playing with the other.
“Yo-u know th- ats not fair”
“This after you have the nerve to tease me? You expect me to play fair? Ha! This is far more suitable to me.”
His hands moved from fondling breast to grazing down your back reaching to your hip and massaging lightly on the way down. He needed to claim every inch.
His playful smirk changed to serious for a moment.
“If you don’t want this I can stop”
He would give you an out. He wanted this badly but not at your expense.
Your skin was flushed and your arms still tied away from touching him. That same ache between your legs intensified and was unbearable. You’ll be damned if you stopped this. “Keep going”
Your legs opened and felt him grind his hardened cock against you. You moaned from how already sensitive you were. internally cursing the cloth separating both of you.
“Are you sure?” You could tell he was half teasing at this point.
“Yes, dammit! please, Desha.”
Satisfied with this answer he proceeded to take off the panties. He was making his way up your legs tracing with his fingers lingering on your inner thigh.
You felt his fingers playing with your bottom lips and felt the slickness when he placed one in. You had to stop yourself from closing your legs out of instinct. He pushed his finger slowly in and out then added a second when he was confident he wasn’t hurting you.
Desha was relishing the sounds he could hear out of you the way your body responded to him was gratifying.
He took it a step further and used his mouth.
His tongue flicked over your clit slowly at first while he the same hand moving the same pace. Your soft moans growing in volume.
“Desha I-I won’t be able to keep quiet. “ you subconsciously tried to shut your legs but Desha’s arm stopped them before you could shut them on his head. He nipped your inner thigh in response causing you to squeak.
“I don’t expect nor require you to be suppressing yourself. Surrender yourself to me.” Was the last thing he said before his tongue was too busy to speak.
Regardless surrender was inevitable. His tongue lapped slowly then reached his own tempo. Your cries and murmuring of his name drove him. Your pussy tightened around his fingers getting him to pick up the pace. Your orgasm approached until your body quivered with release.
While you were catching your breath your hands came unbound by Desha. Finally gaining freedom for what you wanted: his pants. His hands stopped you again.
“Wait what about you?”
“Not tonight.” He wanted you to have a night of pure pleasure from him. He wasn’t a fool in knowing his size. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy yourself with me tonight.”
“Ok then” your hands still going to his pants.
“Y/N!”
“You said you didn’t want to hurt me tonight. Fine, it doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.”
With that, you freed his member from the confinement of his pants. Stroking his cock for good measure and earning a groan from him.
“Take off your pants and lay down” his eyebrow raised at your assertiveness. “Please” he obliged you by taking his clothes that joined your pile.
His erection saluting you.
Rubbing his cock slowly going up and down at first testing your grip. You felt him harden more. Feeling satisfied he was enjoying your touch. You glided your tongue from the bottom of his shaft slowly to his tip. Swirling your tongue on his tip while pumping his shaft.
It wasn’t long till your mouth engulfed his member that his groans were audible. One hand on the rest of his length you couldn’t fit in your throat.
His hands were grasping the sheets. He was trying to resist the very hard urge of just taking and fucking you on the bed. Your mouth was so sweet on him that it was glorious torture.
He felt his release approaching with each savoring pump and you sucking on him. Your pace increasing slightly. Fuck he was ready to spill.
“Y/N, I’m close”
You thanked him for the warning by giving a teasing nip on his tip “good” your hands finished him he released himself on you. His cum spilling all over your chest.
'That is a lot more than expected.' As if he could read her mind. “Try holding back as much as I have and not be loaded. I recall someone was soaked” yeah you couldn’t deny that.
You both cleaned up and we’re right back to lay down in bed. Before sleep could get you again you decided to put it out there.
“You know I am very much aware you’re big down there even before this. I know it will hurt but I want to be with you. So next time you don’t have to resort to tying me up.”
“That was a necessary security measure for me.”
“How so? “
“Your persistence in getting into my pants wasn’t reasoning enough? “
Hello ! Here is the first bonus, there are five of them !
You can read them as only side stories or like Welcome's continuation !
Desha looked at the impressive crowd gathered in the streets. Today was a special day, it was the Underworld’s festival to celebrate the year that was about to end and to welcome the new one to come. Every human and nonhuman were partying without making any distinctions of race or appearance. It was really an achievement for him, the consecration of all his sacrifices. It was not the first one they were holding, it was the fifth, but this year it was particularly huge. Obviously, he was leading the whole thing, as the king, and everyone was honouring him with acclamations, or small gifts. In the first couple of editions, he had been really bothered and annoyed by all those displays, but with time he had understood how important it was for his people to show how much they were grateful to him. And because neither Ouken nor Despa would let him avoid it or try to refuse anything.
During that day and night, there were a lot of events, like songs, dances, spectacles, a big feast and beautiful fireworks. Everyone would put on their best outfits and talk happily with their neighbours. The king was not the only one being honoured during that time, all the guards and people working for the well-being of the kingdom were celebrated too. And that included you. As the Underworld’s guard’s Lieutenant, you were working your ass all year round to make everyone safe and sound. You were doing it because you loved it, and not one second you would have thought how much the people were thankful to you. They had been rather discreet the previous year, but tonight they were no longer holding back.
Already during the parade, you had received a lot of praise and some flowers from children or people in the crowd. Fortunately, you were on your mount so you didn’t have to stop, but now that it had ended and that you no longer had that excuse, you were obliged to receive all their affection. It was really embarrassing, and you quickly became flustered. However, you also felt that it was your job to welcome their will since you were a servant of the kingdom. So it ended up with you, red on the cheeks, looking like a cornered animal, with a trembling smile and a lot of sweat.
At first, Desha had found it particularly amusing to see you in such a dire situation, mainly because it was only fair that he was not the only one suffering, and then because you rarely looked that embarrassed. He really liked seeing you like this and spent most of the day shamelessly looking at you. Until he began to notice some behaviour from his own people. Most of the men and women were grateful to the Lieutenant, but some were more than that. The first time everyone was sitting down for the feast, and the king was peacefully drinking his cup while making fun of Ouken that was receiving a lot of wedding propositions (as always) when you receive one too.
He coughed out the glass’ content, ready to go kill the bold one who had dared ask you out. Maybe it was a secret that you two were dating for a couple of years, but it was not an excuse! However, he had no legitimate reason to take action, and Ouken gently patted his back with a pitiful smile on his lips (while Despa was laughing his ass out without any compassion). Desha broke his cup out of frustration when he saw you smile at the women who had dared approach you. He could not hear exactly what was going on but it was pretty obvious. Thankfully, you rejected her.
But it was not the end. You received a couple of other propositions, and even if you accepted none of them, it put Desha in a difficult situation. The pride of seeing the one he loved being so much appreciated was largely tainted by the fact that he did not especially like to see you being courted that actively. Until then, he had given almost no thought about making your relationship known, there were more drawbacks than benefits, but now it was different…
That night, when you met with your king, a bit exhausted but your head full of stars and your cheeks still red, Desha made you love with so much enthusiasm that you lost your voice for a full day after that.
*
“... like this, it will be perfect”, Despa concluded after his long speech.
“Is all this really necessary ?” Desha sighed, scratching his neck.
He had come looking for advice from his brother, after all with Ouken, his two siblings were pretty popular, and Despa was the most cultivated of them.
“It is !” He almost shouted out of enthusiasm. “It is something that happens only once in a lifetime! It has to be per-fect !”
His younger brother was beaming, clearly talking about it was making him really happy, and secretly he was even more glad that Desha would come looking for his advice on that particular and very intimate matter.
“If you say so…”
After all, he had willingly come to get Despa’s advice, therefore it would only make sense to listen to them now, and act on it.
However, each time he wanted to go on what his brother had advised him, the king would find him unable to do a single thing. It did not feel right, and so out of character for him that he was just stuck, unable to decide what to do. On one hand, he was ready to do the thing, but on the other hand, the way to do it was hard to determine. Despa had to be right, obviously, himself knew nothing about the rules, and the worst would be that he could ward you off by doing the wrong thing.
The more he was thinking about it, the more he was feeling anxious. However, as he was used to it, he just kept everything to himself. He did not want to bother anyone with his silly problems, and just try to keep his head cool. Until one day he almost snapped at a merchant from the surface, during a reunion. That whole ordeal was going way out of hand, it was unacceptable for him that it was going in the way of his kingdom’s well being. So he went straight to the training ground to take some steam off. He was a bit disappointed to not find you around here, before remembering that you were out in town for a short mission. Anyway, he started to train alone.
“Care to spare with me?”
Desha looked at Ouken, his brother’s expression was quite proud, and while he was going to reject him at first, he finally chose to give him a chance. After all, he was the only one around who could give him some kind of challenge.
“Don’t go cry if I hurt you”, he said in a condescending voice.
“I’m not a cry baby…”
The king said nothing, but the look on his face what quite obvious that for him he would always be his little baby brother. So, they went on their duel, and it quickly escalated into some kind of God battle. Desha was holding back to be able to enjoy it, and Ouken gave it all. Like this, they almost destroyed half the castle until the youngest finally gave up.
“You’re so strong, big brother”, he smiled widely, absolutely not saddened to have lost to him, quite the contrary even.
“It's nothing”, Desha shrugged off, surely Ouken was the only person in front of whom he would not brag.
“But even I can tell there's something on your mind”, the youngest spotted while wiping the sweat from his bare chest.
“What are you talking about, did I hit you too hard on the head ?” The king instantly attacked with a smirk.
“Don't do that with me aniki, I know you too well. Just empty your bag, you'll feel better.”
It was a delicate and hard gamble to try and make his brother open up. Almost every time he would just clamp and hide behind his hard jokes, to try and make the other people run from him. But, the topic had to be really special because, after a suspicious and angry look, Desha scratched his neck before putting his head in his hands, and placing it on top of his weapon with an annoyed pout.
“I have asked Despa for advice, but now I find it difficult to follow them”, he finally admitted.
“Hm, Despa is usually right about everything”, Ouken nodded, “But I guess it’s up to you if it’s more personal for you or our brother.”
He stopped to think a moment, his expression became suspicious.
“But maybe if you tell me what it’s about, I’ll be able to help you too !” His smile went too cute, to be honest.
“Bah stop it !” Desha rejected him, waving his hands. “I have work to do !”
Ouken laughed, even he could see that something really interesting was going on with his older brother, and he was very eager to know what all this was about!
Meanwhile, you were far from guessing what was coming for you. Your relationship with your king had been a secret for so long that you no longer questioned it. And the most important persons were already aware of it, so you did not even fantasize about the thought of changing it.
That day, you were quietly going on about training the new recruits when Captain told you that the king was looking for you. You thanked him, before going straight for the throne room, feeling excited to see him so soon in your day. Usually, your two schedules were hard to mix, and you could only see him during the evening and night since he would get up earlier than you. It surely was just about some mission in the Underworld, but it was still a rare occasion to see your handsome boyfriend! You entered the room with a happy smile.
“I hope I am the one that makes you smile like this”, the king jested when seeing you.
“Of course! There’s nobody more gorgeous than you, so it can’t be anyone else!”, you straightly answered without a care in the world for other ears.
Desha scoffed, the back of his neck red, and he felt grateful toward himself to have thought about making everyone else leave beforehand. Your genuine behaviour was not new for him, however, he would still get flustered while hearing you spout such nonsense with such a straight face.
“Let’s head out before you found more stupid things to say”, your king finally spoke again once the heat in his ears was more bearable.
The two of you rode for a while. The day slowly started to end, while you lightly chatted with your king and lover. You had no idea of where you were going, however, you did not try to ask. It was funny to let yourself lead like that, especially when Desha was obviously making a lot of effort. He was committing a lot in small talk, which was not usually his forte, and he looked on edge.
Finally, you looked at the scenery, feeling really relaxed. It was so pleasant to be like this with your king, that you immediately felt like getting used to it. It was not the first time you had gone there with him, but it was still quite rare. He had once told you that it was the place his mother would go when she was fed up with his father and her hardship as a whole. There were a couple of big and ancient trees, they looked a lot out of place here in the Underworlds, but they were magnificent. Their branches were going down to the ground and were heavy from the plethora of pink flowers on them. It was then impossible to see any of the trunks, and you could guess that it should be quite comfy and beautiful from inside.
“I can’t get tired of it”, you commented, you’re eyes widening as if trying to catch all the prettiness from the few trees.
“You know that you can come whenever you want”, Desha shrugged off with a quick smirk.
“It’s not quite the same without you”, you explained switching your gaze to look at him. Your cheeks went a little pink when you noticed how his expression would change when he was here. His eyes were focused on the scenery, and softened a lot, while his usual mocking attitude just vanished to just let the men behind it. You thought that maybe it was the young man he should have been before his hard life took its toll on him. Anyway, you found him even more breathtaking than the rest.
“Why do you say that ?” He asked with a bit of delay before looking in your direction. He immediately froze when he saw your tender expression only dedicated to him. His embarrassment went immediately high, and he turned his face away. “Let’s just get over with it”, he grumbled.
You simply smiled, totally relaxed, waiting for whatever your king had in store for you. He stayed silent for a moment, looking at the trees. But when you took a step to come closer to him, a shout made you stop.
“Y/N!”
A woman was running toward here, and you immediately recognize her. It was the same person who had asked you out during the last festival. Kyra, she was around your age, and she knew you because you had helped a lot during the year by building a couple of houses close to the town for new citizens of the Underworld. You had only done your job, still, it seemed to have meant a lot for her, even if obviously you had turned her down.
“I’m so happy to see you !”
The trees were not far from the new residential area, so it was not strange, although she could not have found worse timing to show up.
“Kyra, what are you doing here ?”
“I could ask you the same, what you are doing here alone? Did you get a day off?”
You turned around, but she was right, your king had clearly chosen to hide, letting you alone to deal with your admirer.
“Something like that yes”, you evasively answered. “What can I do to help you?”
“I wanted to ask you to reconsider being my girlfriend”, she boldly asked.
You were taken aback by her nerve, usually, you would be quite easy-going, but that kind of situation was not usual and once you had done the logical thing (refusing) you did not understand what you should do. The worst part was that you knew that your king was close, and you did not want him to see or hear anything of these, in case it could make him feel bad. You looked for your words, but nothing would come to your mind.
“Is it what they call harassment?” An arrogant voice wondered from over your head.
“King Desha !” Kyra exclaimed, obviously embarrassed to have been spotted by him. “It’s not what it looks like…”
“Are you taking me for an idiot?” His way of asking was terrifying but you looked at him while holding a smile, you were really appreciating to see him behaving like your protector. It was kind of nice.
“It’s just that I love her !” She blushed. “I want to take care of her !”
“I know first hand that our Lieutenant is already taken”, Desha immediately stopped her, frowning more and more as his cool began to disappear.
“I don’t care”, Kyra almost shouted out of passion. “I would take better care of her than everyone else! Should it even be you, King Desha!”
The demigod’s expression went ugly, and you thought that it was maybe time for you to take action before something bad happen because of an idiot woman.
“It’s nice of you my king to help me out, but I can take care of it myself. Kyra ?” You called out loudly making her jump. “How can you tell you love me when you do not even respect my feelings?”
“I… I-”
“Let me finish”, you interrupted her. “As my king has said, my heart is already taken. And there’s nobody in the world who would be able to take it back. Not even myself”.
Desha’s ears went really hot, while you looked ignited with passion. The young woman in front of you seemed close to the tears, but she suddenly ran away without insisting any longer.
“Damn, that was a real hindrance”, you sighed, before freezing in front of your king’s expression. “Desha you look too cute right now, I do not know if I can stop myself from kissing you…”
“Stop teasing me”, he mumbled unable to get a grip on his feeling after hearing you shout so bravely about your affection for him.
“It was not my intention”, you explained before adding with a mutinous smile. “At first…”
It was so hard for Desha to look at you right now, so he just took a step back and went back to hiding under the tree’s branches. However, a second later you met up with him, a daring smile on your face. At that instant, he cursed your boldness, even if it was also thanks to it that he was there today. He scratched his neck, looking for his own bravery.
Being hidden from the whole world, under a pink dome made everything easier. It was as if that space existed only for the both of you. For a short moment, Desha forgot about all his worries, focusing only on what he wanted to do. It was time for him to grasp a bit of happiness from his existence. It was not too late to ask for some.
“Y/N, would you marry me?”
He could not hold on to his blush and felt his heart go mad in his chest. It was so loud that he felt terribly embarrassed because of it. He had taken out a ring in his palm and was extending it to you while kneeling on one knee. But all his gestures made him feel silly and goofy. He could really easily picture himself on the ground, a gigantic and twisted monster trying to behave like a human.
Each second made it harder for him, and when he dared to look at you, he was even more stressed while seeing you hiding your face in your hands.
“I should have known it was ridiculous”, he began to say, disappointed by himself to have put you in such a difficult situation.
It was obvious to him that you were doing your best to hide your disgust about the idea of spending a lifetime with him.
“Please not another word my king”, you quickly muttered through your fingers. “Do not move either.”
Now he was lost. Your voice did not look disgusted or annoyed, if he had to say, it seemed as if you had trouble speaking as a whole. He began to stare at your hands until he noticed something clear dripping from them. His heart raced again, making him feel bad.
“Are you crying?” He asked without thinking.
“No!” You shouted turning yourself without thinking. “Why can’t I hold them back…”
Desha wanted to rush by your sides, but it was still not clear to him why you were suddenly so emotional. And you had ordered him not to move. Not that he would listen to you, but his anxiety was preventing him from acting on his worries about you. Thankfully, you quickly turned back, your hands down this time.
“Desha I want to marry you, yes !” You valiantly claimed, your cheeks red and soaked with tears, with a smile so bigger than all the others he had seen.
“Really?” That was all he could say. That you could agree had not really been on his agenda, and now he had no idea what to do about it.
Fortunately, you were so taken in the emotion that you just jumped in his arms, making him fall backwards on the grass. He automatically clenched his fist around the ring to not lose it, and catch you with his other hand. You did not let him the time to get his thoughts in order, and went on kissing him. At first, Desha was passive, but if you were going on like this, that had to mean that you were happy no? So, he responded to your kisses, and you cuddled for a while.
“I’m sorry for crying”, you finally said once you had calmed down. “It just really took me by surprise.”
“As long as you truly want it”, Desha asserted with a shaky smile.
“Of course I truly want it! I guess I just had thought that our relationship would never change, so I never thought you would want to do something so engaging…”
Desha stared at you for a moment, without making a jock or a smirk, he just look at you, intensely.
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?
Hi! So I had a fanfic idea and I'm going to do a little demo version of it now because it's too late in the evening and I have to get up early. 😴 If you like it give some feedback❤️
You worked as a healer in the castle of the Underworld. You had know the three prince for years now. You came to the underworld with your father, who was a heeler and an inventor for king satun. He didn't like the situation but to keep you safe, he did what he needed to.
After he made a mistake one day satun decided to get rid of him and killed him in the search of immortality. So it was obvious whose side you were on, in the war. You wanted Desha to be the new king because he was born for this. You always admired his strenght and ability to lead people.
After the war was over you earned the respect of the soldiers and people for your efforts. Slowly and steady along with the princes you also became important. Especially for Desha. You were close to them. The war took a big toll on Desha. His mental health was in pieces. He was often drunk so maybe he could forget all the bloodshed and torture that came with the crown. But you were always there for him. To be by his side.
Your room was nicer, than the other rooms, the servants used but that was because you wasn't really a servant. You also had an "open-door" policy meaning if somebody didn't feel well they were free to come into the room and wake you up.
Sitting on the bed, already in your nightgown, brushing your hair you were ready to go to sleep when a knock came from the door.
-Come in.
Opening the door Ouken came in. He wasn't in his armour but comfortable pants and a loose shirt, meaning he was ready to sleep too.
-Hey Ouken! Whats wrong? Can't sleep?
- Nope, I could definetly sleep, if anija would let me.
-Ahhh what has he done this time.
You were already used to his stupid behaviour and drunken state at this point. He would sometimes do stupid things like try to fight his own self. But most of the time he just talked, either what is on his mind, his concerns, his sadness or if he had really much to drink, talk about nonsense things. You were used to handle all of it.
-Actually, it's not that worse so far. He just wants you to be next to him. He is just slamming on the table demanding to take you to him.
-okay, I'm going! Try to get some sleep.
-Will do. But take care of yourself. If you need help just shout.
You wraped a shawl over your nightgown and headed towards the dining room. Before Desha there were already a lot of bottles.
-Finnaaaalllllyyy, I tought you never come
(y/n)!
-Hi. How are you?
-shittityy as alwaaays. Whadthe took you sooo loong? You alwaaays apaeeaeerrr if i close my eyes and now puf! I close it and you nowhere.
- what? Whats that? You laughed
-you come in dreams. Mine. Dreams. My dreams. You come. And make things good. And lips. Like the lips. They alwaaays look soft..
It took you a while to process that he has dreams of 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.
This is my first time writing a fic!! hope you all like it.
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Gn!y/n x Prince ouken
Everything was great. y/n was one of the most talented kids in the underground kingdom. y/n was born to be like this. they were amazingly talented and such a ball of energy just like the other kids.
y/n was born in a family where everyone is talented by their own things. their mother was a great healer and such a great support too. and her father was an amazing soldier he was even the captain's right hand man! y/n was the happiness in their home. y/n was born after a long journey for their parents. their parents tried having a child of their own for a long time now. but finally they got y/n who was totally worth every year of waiting.
y/n grew up and their father noticed how good you were with the swords and how you wave them like they were nothing, like *you* were born to use them in this unique way. your father knew in that moment that he should train you too and maybe take you sometimes with him to the training area to watch how real swords were swinging and maybe introduce you to his friend's there too.
you were just too exited "you always are" but today was something else! now you can see how your papa use a real sword!! and he will introduce you to his other friends and you can see them all training?! oh god you were so excited that you couldn't sleep that day. your mother had to scold your father a bit because she wanted you to stay away from this. at least till you become 12. you were only 5 but talented and your father was just so proud. After he promised your mom that nothing wrong will happen and everything will be just fine. she sighed "you better take a lunch basket for you two. okay?" she said, He absolutely agreed with her and he was nodding happily.
The next day has come and you woke up before the sunrise. hopping around your bed and running to your parents room but you couldn't just wake them up like that. It's impolite to wake other's up just because you're up. you rushed back to your room, when the sun came out and it was the morning already your father woke up and went to your room just to find you already dressed. He was so surprised and start laughing then he held you and gave you a morning kiss.
In the training area you saw some giants?! they weren't. but you were just too small and suddenly from no where you shouted while pointing at them "Papa!! your friends are giants!! woaaa" they heard your loud voice and some of them took their golden helmets and laughed, you were such a friendly kid and everyone liked you. like you were the sunshine itself.
your father told you that you should stay with the other children there and watch the -giants- swing their swords. you did what he said and you noticed that the children were. just some nobles' kids watching and trying to play it cool or something. when you saw a boy with a black hair watching enthusiastically the training. not like the other kids just trying to play it like "nobles duty to watch?!" you went to him and he noticed you rushing to his side "Woaahh! slow dow-" you bumped in him and you both fell off. you suddenly felt scared. that's not a normal noble. he was a.. PRINCE but before you could think further he offered his hand for you so you can stand up "Are you oka-" . you took his hand quickly and said"T.. thanks, I'm so sorry that was a bad behaviour coming from me please forgive me.. " you bowed down feeling scared. because at that same moment you remembered what your mother told you about the king... he was a cruel so what about his 3 sons?!
"Eh.. no no! I am sorry too I was just standing watching you like a Scarecrow while you were obviously in hurry. I should've moved!!" he said stuttering a little while feeling you nervousness. "please don't mind the crown or anything..!! I am here today to learn how to be a great soldier! and not acting noble or something like that here!!" he said enthusiastically. he was the sunshine. not you. you gave him a big smile and said "I am y/n!! and you are prince...?"
"Ouken!! my name is Ouken!" he said. "Okkaayy Ouken san! Nice to meet you!" you replied.
