#brother day x reader

[anundyingfidelity]

NO SECOND CHANCES — Brother Day/Cleon XVII

Summary: A lonely space traveler happens to save from a certain death the most annoying person of the entire galaxy, the Emperor.

Pairing: Cleon XVII x female reader.

Word count: 8.1k. (oooops).

Warnings: well, spoilers for whole season 2. Language, angst (the reader wants to die, really). Talks about suicide, talks about suicide attempts, reader having nightmares, PTSD, reader is suffering too. Some hurt/comfort, some fluff? Filthy smut (included but not limited to hand jobs, unprotected sex, oral from both parts, dirty language, etc. etc.), and end of the world sex (to Beki's arsehole bitches yay🥂). Also Cleon refers to the reader as "woman" a couple of times lol. Reader has pierced ears? (wait for it). Bittersweet ending tbh.

Notes: just trying to make slow burn in a one shot because I'm a lazy fucker who doesn't like to write stories with chapters, otherwise I don't finish shit. Uh probably OOC Cleon??? I don't know. Fully inspired by my favorite trope ever: saving the bad guy and making him humble. I don't care we're four people watching Foundation, I need to write about this little piece of shit I love him so much. Cleon XVII is a himbo I said it. Not beta, we die like bitches of the Gossamer court.

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GEN MASTERLIST!

I. BEYOND

The last thing wandering his mind was Bel Riose. Fucking Bel Riose. That idiot. They had won over him; over him, who was Empire and still meant to be for years ahead. Next, the cold feeling of space was embracing him. But he felt he was not floating around anymore.

Cleon was tied to a surface. It felt like harsh, uncomfortable metal under his back. He slowly forced his eyes open, moving his limbs and trying to escape whatever it was restraining him to do so. His wrists and ankles, as his waist, were tied by a light blue particle field preventing the patient to move at all. He was met with the roof of a ship and equipment, but it wasn't any Imperial one. In panic, he moved until he was able to shake the surface he was on, panting and grunting, feeling some pain and sting resurging all over him. The headache was becoming unbearable and the sounds coming from his dry mouth finally transformed into screams. The room doors opened and a strange voice catched his attention.

"Finally, you're awake."

Cleon obliged to follow the shadow moving around, his eyes focusing to try and see who was talking. He heard steps and the sounds of metal and glass clinking around, probably looking for medication and tools as he was know fully concius. The figure finally came to view by his side.

"I will inject this, so don't move," you said, grabbing his bicep. Cleon was about to protest, but the needle was faster and the medicine was welcomed on his vurnerable system, easing the pain and calming down the headache. "Welcome back, Eminence," you smirked to him.

"And just so, who are you?" he asked chuckling to himself, licking his lips. "What have you done to me?"

"First, I saved your life and cleaned all your bloody wounds. You should say thanks at least," you sat down dangerously close by his side, on the same surface he was on.

"I did not ask you for mercy."

"Oh, but I did," you replied, a smirk on your lips. "Perhaps I shouldn't have, right?" you took a small pencil-like device in your hand from the pocket of your pants and used it to scan his vital signs. You touched his face carefully with your fingers, examining his eyes, his heartbeat, and any anomaly that might be on his system from head to toe, but the scanner found none. Cleon watched you doing so until he asked again, his voice softer this time.

"Who are you?"

"Just no one as important as you are," you said, saving the scanner back.

"Where are we?" Cleon asked, looking around. He observed he was placed in a small medical bay.

"In space, in the middle of nowhere I suppose," you shrugged, getting on your feet again. "It seems you're recovering quite well and fast. At least that's what my scanner says. So first, I think you should want some water, which I am leaving right here," you put a flask on the small table next to him. "And before I give you this to drink, I want to make sure you will not restrain or fight back at me."

He laughed, that narcissistic smile on his face. You wanted to punch him.

"You're no match for me, woman."

"Really? Then I could just throw you out there again, you know, it's not difficult. I'm spending resources on you, surely I won't oppose to that idea," you snapped back.

His smile faded slowly, thinking. If it wasn't for you, he would be dead by now, it was true. But he was so used to be immortal and undefeteable that the situation was kind of new. He only had been vulnerable and exposed to his doctors in the palace, and you were a complete stranger. And still, you had the heart to take him in your ship and save his life. He sighed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.

"Fuck, fine. What do you want me to do?"

So this was his way of cooperating, you thought.

"After I turn off the restraints, you will have to sit down on the stretcher. I will help you. Do not try to get up yet, you might feel dizzy."

With a nod he said to you the orders were clear. Next, the restraints disappeared in the air with a push on a button and Cleon felt a small relief. As you promised, you helped him to sit and he realized that the clothes he had before were replaced with a set of new pale grey robes that allowed him to move freely. You offered the flask to his lips, but he watched you with a questioning look on his face.

"Is only water, I swear. See?" you had a small sip from the bottle and he looked more at ease after you swallowed the liquid.

You offered the bottle again and helped him to slowly drink. Once he was done, you placed a small tray with fruits and dry seeds on top of the same table beside the stretcher.

"You might want to eat something," you said, breaking the silence under his fixed gaze. Even when he was sitting down and you on your feet it felt rather intimidating. "I'm still collecting supplies and food. You were certainly not part of the plan these days."

"So you travel alone," Cleon said, taking a small red fruit between his fingers and began to eat it.

"I do," you nodded. "Sorry if the taste of the fruit is not pleasant."

"You're doing your best," he said while eating, studying the room around him. You were not sure if he was mocking you or not. "What was your name again?"

You chuckled. "You're very interesting, Empire. Why don't you finish eating and rest before taking a bath?"

The next few hours, you left him to rest and escorted him to your quaters, the only place with a comfortable bed, so he could get proper sleep. Since there were no further questions from him, you got to your business and requested more provisions to the merchants. Traveling alone had made you some contacts and traders, from time to time you would request for food giving in exchange money or rare knick knacks, and within a day you had a small capsule with supplements heading to your coordinates with everything you needed. You just had to wait for now.

After checking the estate of your ship and confirming everything was working correctly, you went back to your quaters to see how the Emperor was doing. You were startled to see him sitting on your bed with a book between his hands. He looked like he just had a bath because his shirt was gone and his hair was wet, some droplets running down his skin. Quickly, you studied him. He was handsome, muscular, his skin had a beautiful tan, and he was tall and heavy as hell, something you noticed when cleaning his wounds and taking him inside your ship. The earring on his left ear was also interesting, you thought, for a member of the most important dinasty of the galaxy. Very rebellious for the emperor.

You also knew he heard you steping in but never looked up from the book because he was the first one to talk.

"Never I could imagine you would have books in here," he said, clearly interested on the pages.

"Yeah, not all of us are barbarians as you work so hard to convice yourself we are."

He chuckled to himself, looking at you for the first time since you entered the room.

"Are you from Korell?"

"The book gave it away, didn't it."

"This is very old," he said, closing the book. "You are for sure not allowed to have this in Korell."

"That is one of the reasons I left," you replied, looking around the place. It was obvious to you that he was pearing within your personal stuff because the old myth book was secured down your mattress. At least he didn't leave a mess and everything seemed in the right place. "I was a threat in my planet so Argo kept looking for me for some conspiracy shit and terrorism when all I did was oppose myself to his repression and freakshow," you continued, his eyes drew back to you. "They wanted me dead in Korell, but I am the only one to decide that, even when and where will it happen."

Cleon shifted on his seat, wondering why you were sharing a piece of your life to him when he didn't even know your name yet. Words and thoughts wandered his head on how would he answer to your words, compassion or empathy sometimes were difficult things to feel. But before he was able to speak, you interrupted his thoughts.

"I will leave you alone to rest for a while and will come back when it's around supper. I follow Kornell cycle of time, so you know... Just don't poke around my underwear, Empire," you dragged his title mockingly.

He laughed softly, going back to his reading.

"Thank you for the idea."

That was the first time you would hear him expressing gratitude.

II. GHOSTS FROM THE PAST

Around more than a week passed, and Cleon was healing and his wounds were not so visible now. You made sure to inject him every day and gave your quaters and bed for him to sleep and recover. He had took a pad you had in the room so he could count the cycle of days in Trantor. Hardly to admit, he found himself missing home rather than hatred. Sometimes the rage mixed with sorrow, but he forced himself to try and understand that it was a normal feeling due to the sudden lose of everything he once had.

Cleon had been up from some time now as he counted the end of the eighth day on the pad, and wondered why your daily visit was taking so long. It was a habit you had, to come in and wake him up with the medicine, and after it was done, you would tell him to eat some of the fruits and food on the tray you brought for him. He got on his feet and put a shirt on before leaving the room to search for you. On the pilot cabin, you had an improvised, small stickable mattress on the wall that had saved your life before, so you used it to sleep and rest the past few days while he cured. Cleon observed your figure lying down on the mattress, walking slowly and sensing something was not right. He found you shaking and trembling, eyes still closed and chest heavily breathing as your hand held onto dear life what he realised it was a gun.

He felt somehow frightened and confused. If you wanted to kill him, you would already have done it. You had made yourself clear on that. The tremor of your body seemed it was increasing and Cleon, with a gentless he did not know he possesed, tried to soothe you with his voice, removing the gun from your embrace.

"Shh... everything is fine," he mumbled, not sure of his words, his other hand touching your shoulder in soft circles. He was able to withdraw the gun from your hands and placed it on the floating shelf near by.

Your eyes squeezed and some tears flowed down your face as you sobbed still in your sleep. Cleon hesitated on what to do next to wake you up. He leaned again, his hand slowly tracing the skin of your arm, like he did when his brother Dawn was a child.

"Woman? Wake up," he whispered, shaking you a little bit and pating your arm softly, and when he talked again, his voice was a little bit louder. "You're having a nightmare, wake up."

And as he repeated his words over and over, your eyes opened wide, feeling your lungs able to breath again. But your senses still were coming to awareness, and automatically you slapped the face of whoever it was touching your arm. You heard him groan in pain and you rolled over the mattres, until you hit the floor, taking out a small blade from below the makeshift pillow of fabrics you used. The blade pointing at him as you looked around the cabin to find out it was only both of you.

"What- are you okay?!" Cleon questioned with a frown, rubbing his hurting cheek as he remained on the other side of your bed, the only thing separating you from him was the mattress.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine!"

He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Of course you are not."

"Then why the fuck would you ask that?! It's obvious I'm not fine!" you yelled. Your body was tense and ready to attack. You felt a knot on your throat, like if you were to cry again. Silence envolved you, trying to calm down. That inner voice in your head began saying it was just a dream, and you wanted to believe it. It was all in your head. It was not real...

"Do you want to kill me?" Cleon's gloomy voice echoed.

"What? No! I would never-"

"Then why are you sleeping with a damn blaster shot and a blade on your bed?!" he confronted, screaming at you, but not daring to move as you also remained standing in the same place.

"Because I wanted to kill myself!" you yelled back, pointing the sharp of the knife to you instead. His face became stern and you realised what you had said, and what was happening. Ashamed, you threw the blade back under the pillow. "Sorry, I don't want you to know that. Forget it."

You wiped the tears on your face under his piercing and concerning eyes. You forced your head to compose and burry your nightmares and memories deep inside before talking.

"I have to inject you," you said and walked back to the room, sure he would follow behind. Once you crossed the doors, you prepared the needle but Cleon remained standing near the exit of your room the whole time, arms crossed over his chest, observing you with utter worry on his face. Why? He really did not know. Probably because you were the only human and intelligent contact he had for days now, and you had the decency to keep him alive. Though he was not going to let that in his head - yet.

"Why don't you seat?" you most likely ordered. Cleon slowly made his way to you and remained standing, tall and kind of threatening. He was Emperor, after all.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked with a careful tone.

"Nothing, Empire. Just sit," you said, coldly, waiting for him to do as you requested.

"No, I need to know," he demanded, coming closer to you, jaw clenching. Anger started taking over your being and held his gaze as you replied.

"I have the right to decide whether or not speak about my personal life, I am not one of your subjects, so sit the fuck down so I can give you the last dosis of this shit."

"I need to know if I can fucking trust you after what I just heard coming from your mouth," his voice boomed around the place.

"You really want to know?! Fine, back in Korell I lost my family, my brother, my parents, my home - everything I had they took it from me! I was the last one alive and I escaped after they killed my brother in front of me and that day is still haunting me," you muttered and felt the tears forming on your eyes, but this time, of rage. "So if it concerns your own well being, like it always has been, no, I will not kill you. But you are no Emperor here, so stop that game. Some of us never gave a fuck about you or the Empire, or the Foundation and Hari Seldon, or the Church of the Galactic Spirit -I don't care! I'm tired, I just want to be free and live peacefully!"

You had not noticed you stepped closer to him, feeling the heat radiating from his body. His face was blank, as if he had been slapped again, but this time to reality. A reality he was not familiar with on his own bubble.

Quickly you grabbed his bicep and injected the dosis with him standing up. He whined in surprise. It was fast. So fast that you just removed the needle from his flesh and left the room.

III. WHAT YOU REALLY KNOW

According to the Trantor cycle, evening should be now. When you left him alone in the room, Cleon spent the next hours by himself, and since he watched you looking up for garments and food around the ship before, he made sure to get those without speaking to you. Not that you wanted to talk either. He noticed you sitting on the main pilot seat, looking at the stars and the void through the glass the whole day. He got concerned for a moment, but decided to let you be as he, also, understood that some time alone was necessary.

However, Cleon thought to talk to you finally and say something. Anything to get you back to reality and forget your bad dreams. So he found himself making his way to sit on the other chair of the ship. He prepared the words to say inside his head, but it was more difficult to speak out loud.

"I think I owe you an apology," he finally said, taking in the view of space. You nodded slowly your head. Nobody turned to see each other.

"It's nothing. But apology accepted I guess."

"It's not nothing. I rarely thought about what other citizens and planets are going through... I'm so sorry it happened to you."

"I would like to say that was not your fault, but since the Empire withdrawal from Korell, living there definitely became so much worse," you confessed, very aware of the genetic dinasty and some of the things previous emperors did, which did not change much. They were the same man after all. Cloning again and again...

"Probably should apologise for that as well," he said.

"Yeah, it's too late, but thank you."

Cleon could still sense a feeling of resentment in your voice. He thought you were right to feel that way, but he was also going to try and make you understand him.

"I never had a mother, or a father, and my brothers are the same man as me, so it's hard to understand that some people lose their family and loved ones. I was born with that loss already... That's why I wanted to end the genetic dinasty."

"You are the eighteenth?" you asked, not knowing exactly why he was opening to you.

"The seventeenth."

"That's a lot of you though. Do you remember anything from the past?"

"I do not. But our memories are always saved. Everything that happens in Trantor is recorded and kept as data. If I want to know something about a previous Cleon, I would just request it."

You turned your gaze to finally see him, he looked in awe with space as he spoke.

"So what was your motive to destroy a planet?"

He turned his eyes to you. "I believe you didn't care about Empire or the Foundation."

"That doesn't mean I want to see a genocide, your Eminence."

Cleon stirred on his seat, with a strange feeling of guilt, sadness and regret. For some reason, the title falling off your lips made everything worse.

"You saw it," he said. "How? You're no part of the Foundation, at least you're lying to me."

"No, I am not! I did a stupid space jump without course and I ended here, unfortunately." You were growing tired of the conversation. "I don't know why we keep talking. We're both shitty people anyway."

Cleon chuckled, not to mock you, but because of the whole situation you were in together.

"I know you are. Brave enough to kill yourself, taking another life is nothing compared to your own."

You locked your gaze with his, thinking if he was he judging you or flattering you.

"And have you, like, tried to end with your life at some point? You must feel lonely, under the shadow of a clone, not allowing you to be, well, you."

He let out a deep breath, avoiding your eyes.

"I have not, but my genes are already compromised and adultered. No surprise if any of us dared to commit suicide before," he replied, looking to the void. "In any case, if something out of the ordinary is to happen to my brothers or myself, we have another clone with our same memories, same age, everything; prepared to be woken up and take our place. Like if we never existed."

"That's fucked up," you scoffed. "We are never trully free, are we."

You got on your feet to look up for something to eat and forget your small talk. You knew he had searched for fruits and dry food because you heard him moving around and then leaving a couple of times, but you had nothing through the whole day. Cleon followed your steps, leaving enough space between you both as you took a couple of apples, giving one to him.

"The jump, how did you do that?" he asked, taking a bite of the fruit. "You don't have spacers."

"The rebels are smart people. A lot of members of the Foundation replicated your technology."

"I thought you were not involved with them," he insisted.

"I am not, but I would never deny any help. That my support doesn't rely on them doesn't mean I will let a chance slide."

"You're not answering my question."

You pulled the sleeve of your shirt up to show your bare wrist to him. There was the same device Hober Mallow and the Clerics had, inserted on your skin.

"I use this.”

"This is a whisper ship," he mumbled.

"Smart. Yes, sort of."

Cleon scoffed. "So that means we can land somewhere."

"About that, uh, we can't."

He moved to throw the remainings of his fruit with a confused look. "Why?"

He heard your sigh as you covered your wrist again, looking away from his deep eyes.

"I- I threw myself to space because I wanted to kill myself," you started, avoiding his gaze. "I didn't care how long would take me, I just wanted to blow up my ship. Just end everything. But then I saw you, floating, dying... and for some reason I couldn't let you die. I didn't know who you were but I saved you. There's no energy or fuel to make another jump. I don't have that. We are far from what Terminus was now. From any planet, form of life or civilization... plus you are unarmed. You still are weak and anyone could kill you," you finished, and waiting for some reason that he could forgive you for giving him any sort of hope. "I'm sorry, Empire."

Beyond madness, Cleon felt you were worried for him. Not the kind of sentiment his brothers or palace workers would do, but a real one. Because you knew saving him was condemn him to death anyway. But this felt much better than dying alone. He had sins, past despiteful decisions and ghosts hunting him, as so were you. You just addressed your feelings and your life together in less than a day. And you were right, none of you were never trully free, but as crazy as it might be, being lost in space with you felt like freedom to him. Finally, he was far away from everything that was keeping chained to a life and responsibilities he never asked for, living under the shadow of an egotistical emperor.

There was a strong impulse growing inside him and before his rational voice began to scream it was a bad idea to continue, he had cupped your cheeks between his hands and his lips pressing hungrily against yours. You whined, surprised of the warm feeling of his mouth, his tongue hurriedly asking for permission to taste you. When oxygen was not enough you pulled away, shocked and panting. You barely noticed your hand around his forearm, recovering yourself from the best kiss you had in some time.

"Cleon," he whispered, kissing your lips one more time.

"What?"

"Just call me Cleon. I'm not Empire anymore."

You kissed him in response with the same eagerness he had before, heart beating strongly in your chest. His hands caressed every inch of your body, from your neck, breasts, your hips, your soft thighs, your ass... he touched you with desperate fire while you moaned against his mouth, liking where was this leading you, more than you wanted to admit.

That was the first time you gave in to him completely.

IV. TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVED

You moaned against his lips, those that forcefuly broke the heated kiss you shared as he ruts into you desperately to reach his own climax. His flesh hitting against yours made an obscene harmony that echoed the confines the ship, far from civil and coherent noises fell from his lips as he sucked into the skin of your neck.

"Fuck, yes, right there," a broken whimper escaped your throat, your nails scratching his back, your walls clenching around his cock. "Cleon..."

The sound of his name being moaned by your sweet, raspy voice, caused him to slow down his thrusts just a bit.

"I still don't know your name," he whispered, bitting your bottom lip only to kiss you wet again.

"And yet you're fucking me, isn't that enough?" you teased, rolling your hips to meet his own.

He gave you a smirk, that fucking handsome smirk you hated so much. He took you with his strong arms, flipping you around so he was now on his back and you got control on top of him. You sinked down his dick setting a reckless rhythm, his thrusts matching yours every time you went down, his grip hard on your waist, marking and bruising your skin. One of his hands massaged your bouncing breasts, one after the other, pinching and then, you felt his mouth biting your nipples and chest, as he leaned your body to him for easy access, with slow grunts and groans that didn't sound human anymore.

His cock repeatedly hit that sweet spot from the position you were taking him, increasing the tension inside you. The sensation of his hands coming back to your sides and making its way to your ass cheeks to guide your bouncing hips became too much so soon. You cried as you felt drunk and high, muscles tense as you finally came. Cleon held you tight, fucking into you as you reached sweet release. His tongue traveled down your collarbone and breasts.

"Cleon," you moaned, your hands on his chest to support your body better. You felt him twitch inside you, knowing he was dangerously close too. Quickly, you slid off him, taking his girth, slick with your own wetness, between your hand you pumped him hard, easing his own release. His seed coated your palm, sprinkling on his abdomen.

"Shit, you're great," he praised, voice dark from lust. His fingers tangled into your hair, his forehead against yours as you recovered from the intense sex session you had for the second time that day. He kissed you sweetly, like a sweetness he only had discovered in the short time with you. "I wish I could know your name."

"You can call me your savior," you gave him a playful smile.

After a shared lazy kiss, you got on your feet, legs still shaking, and left the bed to clean yourself in the small place you called bathroom right next to the only room of the ship. Once finished, you threw the cloth away, and looked directly the mirror, or poor attempt of it. In the damp glass, you watched Cleon appear to embrace your body against his, your back touching his chest muscles and his hands roamed your abdomen while he left butterfly kisses on your shoulder. His big arms around you, pressing your figure to his own, huge in comparison entrusting protection.

The nineteenth day it was, and you spent it exploring your pleassures, talking nonsense and overall for Cleon, thinking he might love you. The confinement had flourished different kinds of feelings and sentiments inside his heart. He finally learned to feel something else besides hatred, power, or selfishness. The more you spoke to him, the more he grew to like you. You were far from perfect and so was he, and the way you opened your heart to him - the man who was to wed a powerful queen, govern thrillions of people around the galaxy and kill a few others - caused him to feel unworthy of anything coming from you. The man he grew up to be slowly disappeared as long as you had him under your light and spirit; his old self was fading away. And it scared him, but excited him at the same time. Even when he was very aware you were near the end together, he had nothing to ask for but to perish with you.

"What's in your head?" you whispered.

Cleon had no longer been tasting the skin of your neck, his chin pressed on your shoulder instead with his mind running a million thoughts by now. He took a glance at the damp and dirty mirror of how perfect you looked, bare and exposed in body and soul, only for his eyes to witness the true beauty of being alive. Of being human.

"You."

A loving smile curled up on your lips, looking directly into his enamoured gaze through the mirror. He decided he wanted to remember you like this in the afterlife.

You finished marking the last spot with an 'x', a wide grin over your face.

"I won."

"Yet again," Cleon chuckled. His laugh had grew sincere with you as he settled on the floor on the cold floor of the pilot cabin, just giving enough space for the board between you and him. "And what is your question, person-I-not-know-the-name-of?"

You just had finished playing another round of a silly game. It was an old Terran game, and you were surprised it made it this far across the galaxy. It was good to pass the time though. It kept you and Cleon thinking about other things besides dying. The fuel and energy, along with the water, were lowering on their levels. Food on the other hand was not a worry, you knew you could request to the traders as long as energy was functioning to make communication with them. However, the energy of your ship had to be loaded in land, just like fuel. And you had no place to go now to do that.

Being together as long as you had the resources was the main goal now. So many things crossed your mind as you talked about everything and nothing at the same time the past days.

"Have you ever been in love?" you asked after some time thinking.

You thought maybe it was the first time in Cleon's life that he was finally able to think and behave on his own, with no burdens about a dinasty to protect or pleasing his council.

He was taken by surprise as you spoke. He immediately remembered Demerzel, his loyal advisor. His relationship was merely sexual, but there were no feelings that would assimilate to what love is in reality. For sure, his own clone should have been woken up by now with no further consequences. For Cleon, it felt like he was actually erased from existence forever. He was disposable, just like his brothers. But thinking about your question, his answer was no. He never knew what love was. Not from Demerzel, certainly not from Dusk, Dawn was slightly different though, he did love Dawn but not the way you were referring to. He never knew the love from a mother or a father, nor family. Sareth hated him, so even if they got to marry he knew there would be no space for such sentiment. His own future children with the Queen of Cloud Dominion would have grown up without an essential part of being human.

"No," Cleon finally gave an answer, his gaze went soft as he realised what you just became to him in a matter of days. "However I sense something different when I am with you. And I don't recall to know what that is."

You smiled. "Isolation tends to create adjustments in those who suffer it."

"And have you?" Cleon asked back. "Have you ever felt it before?"

"I did... With my parents, my brother, my best friends, and a couple of assholes who broke my heart."

He chuckled, admiring the charm you had to brush off the hardships in your life. You smiled back at him. Gods you loved seeing him like this, like if he was happy and nothing had happened.

"And how is it?" he said.

"It's affection, it's addictive, not everyone can escape from it. You feel like you belong somewhere, that your life is strangely complete," you mumbled, locking your gaze with his own. "And it hurts a lot. But as you go through that path, you get to know the most beautiful kind of pain."

"Does it hurt now?"

You swallowed hard, that familiar knot on your throat. You were not expecting to feel this way. Not for the Emperor, not for the clone, not for Cleon. Yet one does not control love. You don't decide to love someone without a reason. And what else could two lost souls do in the middle of the galaxy with no purpose but to wait and die? You had opened your deepest fears and secrets to him, not expecting Cleon doing exactly the same. He trusted you and you trusted him. You slept in the same bed, ate the same food and fruits, fucked like animals everyday and yet there was an emotional connection in between you thought would never know again after so many years. How could you not fall for him when everything was crumbling? Finally, you nodded your head, feeling the tears burning in your eyes.

"I always have been alone, Cleon, but my soul seems to have a little love to give. In the end, love is what makes us human."

Cleon put the board of the game away and leaned closer to you, his hand caressed your cheek, cleaning the tears falling down your face as he pressed his forehead with yours. He kissed you softly, swallowing your pain, as a way to say he was hurting too.

V. VOYAGE

It was the thirtieth day on the ship.

Your last try to get and land in any planet failed. As much as Cleon told you to stop, that everything was fine, you felt you had to keep trying until your last day. But the ship was basically to zero fuel and soon energy will follow. You used the control panel of the ship, hopefuly to find a near by land, but luck was not on your side. There was nothing. You don't know exactly how many miles you traveled with no course for a month. It was getting beyond bearing.

Frustrated, you pulled away the holo of the map and the calculations you did in the air, throwing a lose screw of your seat directly to the glass. It did nothing, but you were starting to hate the view of the stars and nothingness sorrounding.

"I told you to stop that," you listened to Cleon, who seemed just arrived to the pilot cabin.

"I had to try," you stood up, walking towards him. Your arms embraced his waist and he took you in with the same warmth.

"You're worried."

"I am not," you whined. "I should have sent for help with the merchants."

Cleon broke your hug and cupped your face between his hands, leaning closer to you.

"No, we should end this now," he whispered, his brows furrowed.

"No!"

"Why not? You wanted to do it even before you found me."

"Because now ending me is ending you too!"

Cleon felt your pain, but there was no other option to make than to blow up the ship anyway. Even if you were to land somewhere, what was for him? You were not able to go back home, and Cleon was discarded at this point. The throne could not have two of the same in the middle. Hiding and running away sounded like a good choice, but still, where? There was nothing left, but he found comfort with you.

"I am okay with this," he said. "I told you. You have to do it."

"Cleon-" you plea was cut by his voice.

"How much time do we have?"

"I don't know, a couple of days at last."

"Then do it. You said you were to decide when and how you would die, this is the time," he remembered with a stern voice. "Take it."

You let out a shaky breath and pushed him to press your lips to his own, like saying goodbye. But you still would not accept this fate. Not like this. You kissed him with hunger and need, your tongues tangled up as your mouths danced together.

"I just have- I can't yet," you mumbled once the kiss was over, leaving you both seeking for air. "Can we just fuck each others brains again and pretend none of this happened for a moment?" you asked against his lips, your hand now on his cheek, caressing the stubble on his face. You always remembered to help him shave and that was one of the most normal things you had to do since you found yourself confined with him. The most casual and mundane things to do became

He nodded. "Yes, my love.”

Cleon kissed your lips with the same hunger and desire, his hands caressing every inch of you until he lifted you up, your legs quickly went around his waist. With eyes closed, you let him guide you to the bar fixed against the wall of your ship.

He made sure to throw everything that was on the surface to the ground to place you in there. Once you were sitting, he pulled your legs apart to stand in the middle of them, and full with lust, his lips and teeth marked your neck and collarbone. You moaned sweetly, palming his groin still covered with the fabric of his pants. He traveled down your breasts, kissing over your shirt until he took it off. He was lucky you decided not to wear bra anymore. He sucked on your tits and nipples, grinding his hips against your hand.

You tried to pull his pants away, but he finished the job first, pulling away from your chest. After his pants were discarded, his shirt followed. He also got used to no underwear so he stood exposed all for you. A true god he was, looking perfect and like if every inch of his body was created for you to worship completely.

Cleon hurried in getting you out of your clothes, and in minutes you were naked and feeling his tongue dancing on your belly. His fingers and massive hands teasing your thighs, avoiding the place where you needed them the most. You moaned when he finally used a single digit to rub your slit, collecting your wetness. He rubbed your clit, mouth going slow and dangerously close to your pussy.

You laid your back on the bar and Cleon grabbed your thighs to have you exactly at the edge of the surface, ready to eat from your heat.

"Cleon," you cried out his name, your fingers tangled on his hair as his tongue licked your most sensitive parts.

He kept your hips in place, fucking you with his tongue and licking your folds, going to your clit. You couldn't help but whimper and moan, removing his hair to see just how much he yearned your cunt.

You tried to roll your hips but his grip was too strong. He looked up to lock his dark gaze with you, his humming creating strong vibrations down your core. He played some more, using a finger to tease your entrance. You were about to cum just by watching him.

"Cleon, please-" you gasped when he inserted a finger inside you, thrusting slowly. "Please, I want to taste you too."

He stopped, looking your flushed face for a moment. Your eyes were begging to suck him right now. He released your pussy with an obscene sound, pulling his tongue and hand away, but your wetness still shined on him. You got on the ground with his help and started to kneel down, kissing his skin, from his chest and then abdomen, licking and biting to leave your marks on his sculptured muscles. You made sure to adore and suck the skin of his navel, knowing he was insecure with not having a belly button. Still without it, he was more human than he could ever get to accept because you have seen that on him.

Cleon grunted once your hand wrapped around him, his hand on your scalp. You gave him a far from innocent look from your position before licking the head, rolling your tongue around it, lubing it with your saliva. His desperate groans led you to wrap your lips around him, pumping with your hand what you couldn't reach with your throat yet. You had to learn he was big for you, so a little of warm up for your mouth was a good start.

He cursed under his breath, thrusting his hips a little to go further, slowly, and you welcomed his cock with a small gag once he reached the back of your throat. He moaned darkly, your rubbed your thighs together when he started to fuck your mouth. Both his hands taking the sides of your head as you choked and gagged around his lenght. You felt him throbbing but he quickly pulled out, and left you empty and with drool falling from your lips, your pussy now aching and clenching around nothing.

"So beautiful," he purred, the touch on your scalp soft now. "But I want to finish inside you."

You nodded, obedient. Cleon helped you to sit down on the bar again, he stayed between your legs, spreading them wide, you held onto him, arms around his neck. He entered slowly, the warmth of your walls swallowing his cock, inch by inch, until it disappeared completely inside your dripping cunt.

You shivered, broken moans falling from your lips. Cleon muffled your low cries with kisses, waiting for you to get used to him.

"Fuck me, Cleon," you mumbled against his swollen lips.

He complied happily, thrusting and pounding into your heat, with a frenetic and brutal pace you had learn to love. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, yor nails scratching his arms and back. His cock touched all the right places inside you and he whispered sweet nothings into your skin, fucking you right under the light of the stars and the void of space.

He moaned along with you, wishing heaven or whatever it was after felt exactly like this. Like you, with your arms around him, your sweet voice calling his name lovingly and whimpering for more, giving your soul to him and only him. Your walls started to clench and his hips stuttered, aproaching a craving release. But in between, he heard a word against his ear you never mumbled before, turning his lustful eyes to you and slowing down his thrusts.

You repeated it again, he was visibly confused but kept ruting into you.

"My name," you said, fingers now caressing his hair.

He smiled. He knew it now. The stranger who saved him had a name after all. Cleon kissed you fiercely, repeating your name again and again between wet kisses. You were close to release, feeling one of his digits rubbing your clit as you moaned together. The wave of electricity took your body first, clenching your pussy around his cock. Cleon followed soon after, rhythm slow and tense muscles, until he spilled inside you, coating your sensitive cunt with his seed.

Catching your breath, you remained together. He sucked on your neck softly, your name was the only thought inside his mind. And as much as you loved his touch on you, you remembered there was something to do still.

"Cleon," you called, getting his attention and feeling he was pulling out of you with a low groan. He looked at you with loving eyes and you smiled. You brushed his hair with your fingers pulling him to yet another smooth kiss. "It's time."

He knew it was. In silence his fingers found his earring, twitsting it and pulling it apart. He took it from his ear and placed it on yours carefully. You were always amazed at his touch, how rough and yet soft and gentle he could be.

"So you can remember me," he smiled when he was over. You let out a laugh and curved your llps in a grin. "It suits you."

"Thanks, Cleon."

Cleon leaned down to kiss you one more time before cleaning both of you. You dressed together as if you were not about to meet finally death. For some reason, you saved everything that was not on their cabinets or initial positions, packing all you could, like if you could take those belongings with you, most of which were from your family. One day Cleon asked why you had clothes that could meet his height, being taller than a lot of people around. You told him it was from your best friend. You thought every piece of clothes or souvenirs would help someday, but it never crossed your mind that it was going to be this way.

When everything was was done, you and Cleon settled in front of the control panel, however, before you could start the holo, a loud explosion could be heard. You frowned, turning to Cleon.

"Did you-? Ah!"

The ship almost overturned as something heavy hit the side, making you trip and fall over with Cleon on the ground. Again, an explosion was heard, far from the ship but clear enough to say it was getting closer, and seconds later, the ship got hit but this time on the glass, almost breaking it over. Quickly, you both stood up and saw what was happening.

"A black hole..."

"Look, there are debris around," you pointed a huge piece that looked the size of your ship, but that definitely was part of a much bigger one. You saw the debris and metal being swallowed and destroyed by the black hole. It wasn't pacing fast, but wasn't slow either. It looked like it was talking its time for much bigger things to eat, such as your ship. Cleon called you, taking your hands and pressing his forehead to yours. You could feel he was shaking, and your skin grew cold. You realised it was really happening now.

"Do it," he said. "Destroy the ship."

After a moment of hesitation, you gave a nod. He kissed you deeply again. You turned the holo to activate the ship and program its own destruction.

"Self-destruction mechanism activated," the computer confirmed.

"We have sixty seconds," you mumbled, tears already forming in your eyes. He cut you off with a kiss. You would miss those warm lips on yours.

"That's enough for me," he said. You smiled and he did the same.

"I love you, Cleon," you embraced his body with a hug. "I am happy I met this kind of pain with you."

He cupped your cheeks, pecking your lips, smiling down at you, saying I love you too. You, the one who saved him and gave him a second chance. Or at least a moment of relief. A place and a person who allowed him to be himself and find things he never knew would have.

"We have more in common now," he whispered. "We are both alone and hurting somewhere in the galaxy.”

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Hello. I saw that you wrote for other fandoms. Do you write for the Foundation? If so, can you write for yandere Brother Day (Cleon xiii) and female reader? Brother Day wants to make your reader his legal wife and Queen. Moreover, he wants to have children with the reader.

❝you are mine for eternity❞

✭ pairing : brother day cleon xii x reader

✭ fandom : foundation

✭ summary : brother day have always had his eyes on (y/n), she was the fairest of them all and no other person deserved her love as much as he did.

✭ authors note : lol I have no clue who this man is and im literally reading everything off the web right now on him so sorry if it’s not all that good :)

In the heart of a sprawling, futuristic city stood the grand institution known as the Sanctum. Its towering spires reached toward the heavens, symbolizing the pinnacle of human achievement in science, knowledge, and martial prowess. Within the hallowed walls of the Sanctum, young minds were honed to become the guardians of humanity, known as the Sentinels. Among them, Brother Day was a rising star, the embodiment of dedication, and the epitome of a warrior.

But beneath his disciplined exterior, there was a secret, an obsession that had quietly taken root in his heart since childhood. That obsession had a name, and it was (Y/N).

The story of Brother Day and (Y/N) began in the innocence of youth, when they were nothing more than wide-eyed children. Growing up within the walls of the Sanctum, they had been inseparable. Brother Day, in particular, had always found himself drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. It had started as a simple crush, a puppy love that had made his heart race and his palms sweat.

Back then, when he wasn't busy with the rigorous training that would one day make him a Sentinel, he would often find himself sneaking away from his duties to watch (Y/N) in secret. She had a talent for making flower crowns, a skill she had developed from the vibrant gardens that thrived in the heart of the Sanctum. He would hide among the blossoms, his eyes fixated on her delicate hands as they wove together petals and leaves into intricate garlands.

As the years passed, Brother Day's affection for (Y/N) deepened. He had vowed to himself that he would make her his, not just as a lover, but as a queen. In the stillness of the night, when the Sanctum slept, he would lie awake, his thoughts consumed by her. He knew that he was destined for greatness, that he would ascend to the highest ranks of the Sentinels, and he would do it all for her.

For in his eyes, no one but him deserved her love. He had watched her grow, seen her beauty blossom like a rare flower in the midst of a concrete jungle. Her laughter was the sweetest melody, her presence a beacon of light in a world consumed by darkness. And he, Brother Day, would be the one to protect her from that darkness, to stand at her side as her unwavering protector.

But his secret obsession remained hidden, locked away in the depths of his heart. For now, he would continue his training, striving to become the greatest Sentinel the Sanctum had ever known, all in the name of the one he loved, the one he would make his queen.

As the years passed, Brother Day's dedication to the Sanctum bore fruit, and he rose in power and influence. He became known as Cleon XII, a name that resonated with authority and respect. His martial prowess was unmatched, and his strategic brilliance was lauded by all. But amidst the clamor of his accomplishments, his secret obsession with (Y/N) remained a driving force.

One evening, while Cleon XII was on the balcony of his lavish quarters overlooking the Sanctum, he overheard the maids who attended to his needs conversing in hushed tones. They spoke of his rising prominence and speculated about when he would take a wife, as was expected of a man of his stature.

Their words echoed in his mind, and Cleon XII knew that the time had come. It was the perfect moment to begin courting (Y/N), to make his intentions clear. He couldn't let anyone else claim her heart. She would be his queen, and he would ensure her safety and happiness for the rest of their days.

With newfound determination, Cleon XII set out to find (Y/N). He knew her routines well and had learned that she often went shopping at the marketplace in the evenings. He tracked her there, his heart pounding with anticipation.

As he approached her, Cleon XII couldn't resist the urge to tease her a bit. He came up behind her, causing her to startle as she turned around. Her initial surprise quickly melted into a warm smile when she saw who it was.

"Cleon XII, don't sneak up behind me," she chided, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

He grinned, unable to contain his amusement. "Can I not surprise my childhood friend?" he retorted, his tone playful.

They walked together through the bustling marketplace, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they caught up on each other's lives. (Y/N) told him about her pursuits and interests, and Cleon XII listened attentively, genuinely fascinated by her every word.

But in the recesses of his mind, he was already plotting. He envisioned all the different ways he could court her, how he would make her his queen, and how their life together would be. She wouldn't need to concern herself with menial tasks like shopping; they would have maids to handle such matters. She would be safe at home, resting, perhaps with their young, their heirs to the throne.

As they strolled through the market, Cleon XII couldn't help but steal glances at (Y/N). She was even more radiant than he remembered, and he was determined to make her his, to share with her the grandeur and power that life as Cleon XII could offer.

The sun dipped low in the sky as Cleon XII's grueling training session at the Sanctum came to an end. He was weary but exhilarated, his muscles honed to perfection. However, today, his thoughts were not solely consumed by combat and strategy; they were filled with (Y/N) and the delicate flower crowns she had woven the night before.

Unable to resist the pull of his newfound infatuation, he followed the trail of petals to find her in a secluded garden, much like the one they had played in as children. She sat there, her nimble fingers working wonders with the blossoms, just as she had done when they were young.

Approaching her, Cleon XII couldn't help but smile as he watched her in silent admiration. She was a vision of grace and beauty, her dedication to the art of creating flower crowns both captivating and endearing.

Without a word, he approached her and asked, "May I join you?"

(Y/N) looked up, her eyes widening in surprise as she registered his presence. A flush of warmth colored her cheeks. "Of course, Cleon XII," she replied, her voice gentle and inviting.

Cleon XII took a seat beside her, a touch of uncertainty in his expression. "I admit, I have never done this before," he confessed, his gaze locked on her delicate hands as they deftly worked the flowers.

Her laughter was like music, a sweet melody that danced through the air. "It's quite simple, really," she said, her fingers guiding his in the delicate process of weaving the blooms together. "You just need patience and a gentle touch."

As she showed him how to create the intricate patterns of a flower crown, Cleon XII found himself utterly entranced by her. He watched her with blissful awe, every stolen glance revealing the depth of his affection.

And then, in a moment of boldness, he blurted out, "Do you wish to go on a date with me?"

The question hung in the air, unexpected and unscripted. (Y/N) blinked in surprise, her cheeks tinted with a becoming shade of pink. She paused for a heartbeat, considering his request, and then a smile bloomed on her lips.

"I would love to," she replied, her eyes meeting his with a newfound warmth that sent a rush of happiness surging through Cleon XII's heart. In that simple moment, amidst the petals and the delicate art of flower crowns, their courtship had begun, destined to blossom into something far greater.

Good step one was now in place..

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[mind-travel-er]

The Sun's Course [Part 1]

the empire's slumber

— Pairing: Brother Day (13th) x Female reader

— Synopsis: A story in which a Genetic Engineer is recruited by Brother Darkness, in secrecy. At the wake of his death and the rebirth of his Dynasty, Cleon The Painter dares to ask questions. However, Brother Day (12th) won’t tolerate to bring those matters into the light, and especially by the one person capable of understanding its ramifications. You. 

— Warning/Content: Hurt/Comfort, Cleon 13th, Touch-Starved Cleons, Character Study, inspired by S01E03.

— Word Count:  2.7 k

[read me on AO3] · [PART 2]

12,086 Era Imperial | 19 years after the fall of Star Bridge | Rule of Cleon the 12th; The Ruthless “It is treason,” you say. “I know,” answers Brother Darkness, gazing at the glass separating him from his younger self.  There, in a tint of sky blue that only Surfacers had seen, was floating a little cloud. The fetus of Cleon the 14th. “That’s precisely why you are here.

You look at the rumpled traits of the third brother, in his simple linen gown made of ocean. If his younger counterparts were wrapped in royal blues, it seemed that with age, the specter of the color was sinking deeper and deeper, like his melancholy. But it’s not only age that shrivels the face of Brother Darkness. There is a glint in his eyes that only comes with the dread of one’s end. The glint falls on you. “Will you do as I ask?” Your ears have to devote themselves to truly understand his words. “Of course, Empire,” you respond before your next heartbeat. One should not refuse Empire. No one dares. And you have to close the parting of your lips and compose yourself; rewinding his request in your head. As if he were asking permission. Hands clasping the strap of your medical kit crossing your chest, you turn yourself completely towards him, making sure your eyes don’t falter when looking into his own: “I will do as you ask.” A small smile brightens his face for a moment; like a meek, flickering flame. He turns himself towards you, putting his hands behind his back, and your memories echo Brother Day and Brother Dawn with the same mannerism. Countless times, you have seen his holograms do the same ritual during public speeches. You just hadn’t pictured seeing it one day in front of you. As if we had only collectively dreamed of the Empire’s presence, never experiencing it for ourselves.  “Call me Brother Darkness, Engineer. It is my place in the shadows that allows me such folly.” And it is. Terribly so. But you can’t say that, of course.  You swallow, but no saliva comes. You respond nothing, your lips cautiously sealed.  “Surely, you have questions. No one has come here for four thousand years, except for Demerzel and some of the Genetic Dynasty. I myself was not allowed.” He turns his head again, slowly, towards the glass. And one of his hands, gnarled and speckled, comes to rest on the barrier. If only for this obstacle, death and birth would be reunited at last. You dare to look at him, and it tames the slight freeze response gripping your body. He’s not as harsh as you imagined. There’s a softness about him that you could never hope to find in his other versions. At least, that’s your hypothesis.

Then you look around. Even for an artificial womb, with water coming up to the ground, it feels methodical and emotionless. The artificial tranquility of the sound of the fountain mixes with the harsh lines of the brutalist concrete. Even at the heart of the Dynasty, you find no warmth. You wonder if it’s perhaps one of the reasons that led to the destiny of Thespis and Anacreon. The day the only heat to be felt was fire raining down on two planets. You have to remind yourself that this Brother too has the potential to make those same decisions. No one likes doubts, and it could be argued that the foundation of all nations is stability. And stability requires certainty, not questions we do not dare ask. You think of your teachers and colleagues. Friends. Almost family for some. Streeling University suddenly seems like another planet altogether at this very moment. So, you hope this Brother can stomach uncertainty. And you ask:  “Why weren’t you allowed here?” “We had rules,” he responds, perhaps not to you specifically. “Apparently, witnessing one’s own origin can lead to madness.” His head bows, and his thin, white hair acts like a blinding shield.  “Perhaps…” He lifts himself again and scrutinizes the cords floating from the little body, attached to no mother and no belly. “Perhaps the same fate awaits me. Perhaps I’ve seen too much already.” You don’t comment on that last confession either. But you still have questions.  “What do you hope to find, once all the samples are collected?” The white shield goes away, and a mix of blues and greens observes you. Do his younger versions have the same nuances in their eyes? “Two things, Engineer,” he says now, truly focused on you. “First, if we are indeed all the same, just as Cleon the First dreamed. I fear time and experiences change us all, despite our … common bases.” He smiles, but there are no crinkles around his eyes.  “An egotistical search, no doubt. To answer if I’ll be remembered for my particularities… and if they even exist on a genetic level.”

Brother Darkness makes a few small steps towards you. Palms behind his rounded back now coming before him, opened.  “Second, I want to know. Will this one be different?” You can see how wide his eyes are and how the rim of white around his iris tends to take up more space than it should. The last time you saw such a display was from a sub-level worker at the weekly market. An orange in his stained hand, crossing eyes with the Imperial Guards. You look briefly at the fetus of Cleon the 14th, brows frowning.  “How so? I thought the replication was flawless. Aren’t such tests conducted again and again?” “No anymore,” he answers. “Do Luminists open the Script every time they apply their beliefs? The raw genetical code has remained untouched for centuries.” “You fear that corruption of the original material might be an issue?” You articulate. Again, his feet valiantly pace forward despite the smallness of their steps. His hands, slow and gentle, take yours. They can only feel the cold of the Aura separating the two of you. How could such a little thing prevent the most basic human interaction?  “Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”  “Brother Darkness?“ “Like the Sun behind the horizon just before it rises. I cannot see it. But, it’s here. Do you understand? You must conduct the tests.“ Maybe someone else wouldn’t notice the faint tremors of his fingers while he let them slip from yours. But you’re a researcher, and paying attention to details is the core of your practice. All speaks of Cleon the Painter and how he recorded history, producing the most exquisite murals ever made in Trantor. Masterful techniques that you had studied at school; moving patterns embedded in your digital manual. The cold is gone, but something much warmer stays with you. He rolls one of his navy sleeves with application, just as a child might have done during a medical exam. And suddenly, the knot in the pit of your stomach relaxes. The realization blooms in you as this version of Empire folds his linen tunic to offer the veins of his arm. Decades had reduced him to a frail figure that could barely walk without the help of a simple stick. If the man before you was responsible for an entire Galaxy, he was a man nonetheless.  You examine how his bent and rigid fingers fail to grasp the unyielding fabric. How the sides of his index and major, the same ones used to sign peace, are still covered with nano-pigments that swirl and curl on themselves. Your heart tightens. And memories flow from your grandfather, usually tucked away for rainy days. Perhaps you could join and help? But the Aura is there, hanging on his wrist, guarding him jealously. You don’t want to feel the cold again. Instead, you say:

“There’s no need for blood. A simple lock of hair will do.”  He stops. And his brows arch themselves. “Or… saliva, if you prefer. But I doubt that spitting in a tube would be dignified.”  You feel yourself lightly chuckling. He notices your hands; coiled and away. And he’s letting out a small scoff as his eyes wrinkle. The tips of his fingers come to press on the silver bracelet, and in response, a low hum raises the hair on your forearms as it does when a summer thunderstorm is ready to burst with lightning.  “You’re quite right. We can’t let that be my last contribution to this world, can we?” Empire has a sense of humor. It seems that not only color but the kindness of Brother Day would someday deepen as well. Or was it always there? Lingering just under the surface and waiting to take a breath? While searching for a more comfortable place to rest your equipment, only the sound of rippling water comes to you. The room is barren. There’s nothing to sit on. A far cry from the nursery of your little brothers, all in pale shades of apricot. Twins and twice as many teddy bears to fill the space. But here, nothing is soft or comforting. There are only three grey steps at the feet of the tanks. This will have to do. When the heat of Trantor was settling down, long walks at the end of the day were your favorite moments with your grandfather. Habits die hard and survive many, so without a second thought, your arm treads around the old man next to you, offering to slowly sit down. For a brief moment, he looks at you with something holds you in his green and blue eyes. Something you cannot quite pinpoint as you’re focused on opening your medical kit. There, amongst scalpels and test tubes, was hidden a reminder of your mother’s love. A wooden comb carved into the shape of a Ghillie raptor.  “Wood,” he comments with a whisper, now looking attentively at the relic between your hands. “I thought only the Palace had that privilege.”  All objects made of organic matter were indeed banned on Trantor. Those kinds of primary resources were too scarce to be transformed into commodities. The comb was a paradox: priceless because of its essence, and unsellable because no one was wealthy enough to buy it. It was just meant to exist.   “My mother was a horticulturist here. She was in charge of the wild woods before her retirement.”  “I know.”  A smile blooms on your lips. Of course he knows.  “Even wild woods on this planet are painstakingly crafted and engineered, aren’t they?” he says with a low tone. “Nature and Human-made don't have to be opposites. My mother guided life, and so am I. Tweak it and make it better. Not with trees and branches, but with threads of DNA.”  Holding the warm woods between your palms, your eyes are called by the creature deep asleep. Naked and unprotected by any womb. Devoid of touch. And as you follow the invisible link between the dormant unborn baby and Brother Darkness, you observe the carefully crafted bracelet. A protection that had continued the tradition born in this tank.  “Shall we?” At your question, Brother Darkness releases the gentle hold in his gaze and turns himself to offer his spine.   While the carved comb brushes his hair, strings of snow intertwine briefly with your fingers, weaving unintentional caresses. A sniffle is all you hear in response; the sound that someone makes when tears are at the brim, ready to tumble. If they do, you cannot see. But a life without true touch must be a lonely one. Some scars are invisible.  Time stretches itself. 

True, you could have gotten the scalpel out of your kit some time ago. Instead, you comb strings after strings until there’s nothing else to do but take the surgical blade into the palm of your hand. Your fingers select a lock of hair at the base of his neck, one where the disappearance is susceptible to going unnoticed. An unsettling thought grows in your mind, whispering that you could take advantage of the inactive Aura. Make the blue linen red. Nothing to stop your surgical tool, and, no doubt, countless people had dreamed of such an opportunity. Thespis, Anacreon… And how many worlds have been wounded in 400 years? How many mothers crying out after their sons and daughters? How many deaths at the hand of his three fingers signing peace?  However, in front of you, stooped and patient, there’s only an old painter. And he’s a dead man walking anyway, isn’t he? So you tuck away the intrusive thought. The blade glints, and the lock falls.  “You’ll soon ascend.” You speak softly, with a simple observation at the tip of your tongue that you don’t dare quite make.  Your hand clasps the genetic material into darkness. “Ah,” he rasps, “yes.” And he sighs shortly, like filling his lungs might be difficult. “Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful…  It's the transition that's troublesome, you see.” “Aren’t you afraid that the end of the week will come too soon?” “That is just the thing, Engineer. Despite your best efforts and those of your kind, it will always come too soon. Even for those like me.” You wanted to ask if he could promise that your own time, and the life span of your family and friends, wouldn’t be shortened. That he would make sure, even guarantee, their safety and well-being; only for you to focus on the research. Your underfunded Faculty could receive a substantial donation for the risks you were taking. All of this was possible… if unsanctioned studies on the Genetic Dynasty was not considered treason. More so, you fear that betrayal amongst Brothers will steepen the price of your involvement in it. You don’t dare speak because answers will give you neither assurance nor security.

Instead, you place the milky lock in one of your sterile containers. From tank to test tube. Who would have thought that the time in between those two moments would be so defining for the whole galaxy? “I’ll always leave. But I fear one day I might not return.” Science is supposed to be the heart of your work; devoid of political influences or subjectivity. There’s no loyalty toward Streeling University. But it would be foolish to assume you can afford a lack of allegiance towards Empire or its lesser versions. So, you respond: “That’s why I’m here, Brother Darkness. Rest your worries on me.” Saying there’s only the obligation to help him would even be a lie, you realize gradually as your eyes fall on the wooden comb back in your pouch. There’s something more: you want to.  “In the meantime, maybe you should hold on to this …” A faint blush warms the surface of your cheek. You hadn't planned on this. Yet, between your hands lies the little Ghillie raptor, waiting to be gifted. “I know it has no monetary value. Especially to the only person on Trantor that has access to timber.” He turns himself as far as his old bones might allow, wincing at the twist. You can immediately tell the waves are back in the ocean of his eyes as soon as he sees what you hold.  “That’s perhaps the most precious thing someone has ever offered.” “It’s worthless wood,” you comment with a slight smile to lighten the exchange.  His voice stifles, and it breaks.  “It’s priceless comfort, Engineer.”  Silence lingers for a few minutes as he grazes his thumb over the ridges of the wings. Then, it disappears into the abyss of his linen wear. The procedure is done, yet he doesn’t get back up. As if he was maybe waiting for the ghost of the comb to come back in his white hair. Instead, with shivering fingers still stained by swirling pigments, he touches the bracelet, and a warm light embraces him. How many times had he put this armor back on? Had he ever had the liberty to truly take it off? “I have one final question concerning your endeavor.” He only inclines his head slightly towards you, but you know he listens attentively. This is the one question you didn’t dare ask all along, until now.  “Brother Darkness… What will Empire do when he finds out?” 

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Brother Day Would Include:

As a Yandere he feels a deep love and connection with his target, to the point where he would go to extreme and sometimes irrational lengths to protect and express his love for you. He can become very jealous and possessive of you, feeling a strong sense of ownership over you and not wanting to share you with anyone else. He can also at times become very obsessive and controlling, trying to control every aspect of your life in order to make you reliant on him. He may also display feelings of hatred towards anyone who stands in the way of his love for you, feeling they are a threat to the relationship.

He is a deranged obsessive and possessive yandere. He is always watching you, waiting, waiting to see if you give any signs of showing interest in anyone else but him. If he senses a hint of a crush towards someone else he may become very jealous and violent. But if you are his, and only his, he will be the sweetest, most tender and loving companion you could ever have.

As a yandere, he is intensely loyal. He is driven by a strong desire to protect and care for the person he loves, even at the expense of others. However, this loyalty can often turn into delusional possessiveness, leading him to act in extreme and irrational ways. This could include acts such as stalking, harassing, or even inflicting harm on the object of his affection. His goal is always to make the one he loves is in fact love with him and him alone, no matter what it takes.

He is a very intense and obsessive yandere, with a dark and controlling personality. He likes to keep you all to himself, isolating you and controlling your life. He will go to great lengths to ensure that you remain his, including violence and threats. He is highly possessive and won't tolerate any competition, even in the form of friends or family. He is completely crazed over his love and will do anything for your affection and attention.

He is also a very highly jealous yandere, always suspicious and vigilant of anyone who might be a threat to his relationship. No one can come close to you, and if he thinks they are, he will act to protect your relationship and eliminate anyone who challenges it even if they aren't. He may even go to extremes to prevent you from leaving or talking to anyone else.

His obsession is not only about controlling you but also about ensuring your safety and well-being. He will protect you from every conceivable threat, real or imagined. He will be very possessive and jealous, and will not tolerate any other relationship with you.

Despite his busy schedule, he will always make time for you. He will go to great lengths to prioritize his love, even if it means rescheduling or canceling work responsibilities or plans. He may even resort to drastic measures such as calling in sick or creating a crisis in order to spend more time with you. Nothing will ever keep him from you, and he is willing to sacrifice anything in order to be with you.

No one would ever be able to keep him away from you, and he would not tolerate anyone trying to interfere with his relationship or keep you from him. He would not hesitate to resort to intimidation, threats, and even violence to protect his claim on you. No one would ever get in the way of his love and him and get away with it. He is completely devoted to you, and nothing will ever stop him from being with you.

As a yandere, he does not respect the boundaries of your interest, and he will not hesitate to violate you in order to maintain control and possession over you. He will use manipulation, coercion, and force to keep you by his side, and will not allow you to have an independent life or relationships outside of him. He may even go so far as to inflict harm or pain on you in order to ensure your loyalty and obedience. The fear of losing his love is a powerful and controlling force, and he will do whatever it takes to keep you as his.

He is affectionate with you, but only in the context of the twisted and obsessive relationship that he has with you. He may show fondness and affection towards you, but this is not a healthy or genuine expression of love. Rather, it is a manipulation tactic used to keep you by his side and to control and influence you. He does not truly value or respect the feelings or needs that you have, and will only show you affection when it is advantageous to him.

He may have a strong desire to marry you and make you his forever. He may be possessive and controlling even before marriage but it worsens during planning, trying to ensure that you are committed to him, and doesn't have interactions with other potential suitors or romantic interests. But once you are married, his sense of possession will only deepen, and his behaviors to ensure that you are his may become even more obsessive and violent.

He can also be a very jealous yandere, always suspicious and vigilant of anyone who might be a threat to his relationship. No one can come close to his love or breathe the same air as you, and if he thinks you are, he will act to protect your relationship and eliminate anyone who challenges it.

He can also be very highly manipulative as a yandere, using lies, flattery, and seduction to get his way. He will use your weaknesses and desires to get what he wants, and he won't hesitate to hurt you emotionally or physically if you resist or try to leave. He can be extremely possessive, wanting control over every aspect of your life. Lastly, he can also be unpredictable and volatile, with sudden mood swings and outbursts of rage or jealousy.

He doesn't handle rejection well, and if he feels rejected by you, he can become very manipulative and even violent. He will do whatever it takes to get the love and attention he wants, including lies, deceit, and even blackmail. He is willing to hurt and even kill anyone who gets in the way of his relationship with you. He can be very persistent in pursuing you, and he will never give up until he gets what he wants.

He is extremely deceitful when you first meet, using his knowledge to use flattery, sweet talk, kindness, and seduction to lure you in, and then use fear, blackmail, and guilt to keep you with him after you start dating. He is skilled at getting you to do what he wants, and if you ever try to leave or resist, he will use any means necessary to keep you in his grasp.

He can be very calculating as a yandere, constantly searching for ways to keep you under his control. He will play on your feelings and emotions to make you depend on him, and create situations in which you are vulnerable and in need of his help and support. He may use guilt and fear to keep you close to him and manipulate you into doing what he wants.

He can be very charming and flirty when he wants to be. He knows how to use his looks and words to sway you and make you believe that you are the most important thing in his world.

When you disobey or hurt him in any way, he may use a variety of methods to punish you. This might include psychological methods, like guilt trips or gaslighting, to make you feel bad for whatever you did. He may also use physical methods, like causing you pain or harm or threatening to harm people or things you care about. He also may use social tactics, like spreading lies or rumors and trying to isolate you from your friends or family.

As a yandere, he is very affectionate and loving towards you when you comply with what he wants. He will shower you with praise, adoration, and affection, and treat you like a spoiled prince or princess. He may also use rewards, like gifts or special treatment, to motivate you to continue to please him. In general, he likes to keep you dependent on him for your affection and attention.

If you were his love, life with him would be a mix of excitement, passion, and intensity. He would keep things spicy and intense, always keeping you on your toes and keeping you interested. He would be very possessive and controlling, always wanting you to himself and keeping you close. He would demand complete loyalty and obedience from you and do anything to keep you from leaving or being with anyone else. He would shower you with affection, attention, and praise, and treat you like a crown jewel.

As a yandere, his kinks may range from the somewhat innocent and romantic, like cuddling and sweet talking, to the more dark and taboo, like sadism and domination. He may have an obsession with control and possession and get pleasure from imposing his will on you. He may also enjoy the thrill of the hunt and get excitement from stalking and playing mind games with you to get you to submit to him.

Would also be fond of punishment and rewarding his partner according to your behavior. He will be more inclined towards punishing those who disobey his rules or are being disobedient to him. On the flip side, he will reward you for showing loyalty and submission to him.

He would also be partial to some more hardcore elements of BDSM. He would enjoy the use of handcuffs, restraints, and other implements to dominate his partner even more. He would also like to participate in impact play such as spanking and whipping and may even incorporate some light bondage into the mix. He would be a very experimental lover, so he would want to try to do different things to see what you enjoy the most.

He would also enjoy a partner with a very kinky and active libido. He would like a partner who is eager to try new things and experiment in bed. He would also enjoy a partner who is vocal about your desires and isn’t afraid to take control at times as well.

He is very open-minded when it comes to the pleasures of this world. He doesn't judge the way other people desire their happiness, provided it doesn't hurt anyone who does not deserve it.

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Imagine dancing for Brother Day and being his personal slave

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[angel-z]

Kneel for Your Emperor (Brother Day x Reader) 18+ Finale

(Content warning: NSFW, Power Dynamic, Dom/Sub, Sexual Tension)

Brother Day leads you into his room. He insisted you don't stray too far behind him, as he wanted you near him. Demerzel stayed in the dining hall with the rest of the Empire.

As soon as the doors closed, he gently grabbed your wrist and guided you to the bed. You sat down and he wasted no time lifting your head up and all but crashing his lips into yours. He couldn't keep his hands off of you. His tongue made its way to your neck as his fingers reached under your robes. He felt how slick your inner thighs were and smirked against your neck. He pushed you back and worked his tongue around your sensitive area making you shiver.

"You like how this feels, love," he asked whilst leaving love bites along your thighs.

"Yes. It feels amazing, Empire," you say, nearly panting with anticipation.

"That's what I like to hear."

He got up and moved forward, his lips making their way to yours again. He removed his robes and rubbed his hardness against your entrance. Your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched, slightly, making him smirk at the sight. He slowly pushed himself inside, you both simultaneously groaning at the feeling. He enjoyed seeing you come undone underneath him. It spurred his fire to make you feel as much pleasure as possible.

He slowly moved his hips, making you gasp. You pressed your lips together, trying not to moan so loudly. His brows furrowed at this. He wanted to hear you scream. He wanted to hear you beg. He wanted everyone to know that you were his and only his. He craved the sounds of your pleasure.

He sat up and placed your legs across his thighs. He placed his hands on your hips and waited for your ok. You nodded and he proceeded to thrust almost erratically. Your screams echoed across the room. You were almost certain that the rest of the Empire heard you, but at that moment, you didn't care. It just felt too good to keep it all inside.

"There you go, love. I was waiting to hear your beautiful screams," he said, his voice slightly gruff. You sensed that he was close. As were you.

"Won't I get in trouble," you asked, knowing that your status and his protected you from almost all harm, even from his brothers.

"Only trouble you'll get in is with me if you don't behave," he teased.

You nearly laughed until your climax started to get near. Your breathing became more laboured and you held onto his wrists as you felt it get closer and closer. You steadied your breathing as it hit you and you nearly felt an explosion inside of you, your legs trembling and your eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head.

Seeing you release made him follow soon after. He released inside of you with a low moan and all but collapsed on your chest. You both laid there for a few minutes, listening to your breathing get quieter as you calmed down from your high.

"I wish we could do this more often," you remarked, quietly. You placed soft kisses against his neck.

"We could do it as much as you wish," Brother Day said. "No one can stop us."

"I don't think Brother Dusk approves of me."

He let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened his eyes back up, he reached down to your hand and gave it a soft squeeze.

"I wouldn't care if he despised you. I'll protect you from him. You have my word."

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and pulled you into his chest. You fell asleep soon after, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

'I promise you.'

Notes: My apologies for the delayed finale. Life and my mental have been a little rocky, but I hope you enjoy this, regardless ^^ Thank you for being patient with me.

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[catz4ever]

"Edge of Darkness"

Brother Day Fanfic

Chapter Seventeen: "Family"

*It's been a long time coming but the next chapter is finally here! This is one of the explicit chapters, so consider this your warning!

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: FAMILY

Before you reached for the luscious fruit Day had so thoughtfully brought, you took his hands in yours and laid them carefully across your belly as you stood in front of him. You gave him a mischievous smile and he tilted his head in curiosity.

"Would you like to see her?" you asked excitedly. He raised his eyebrows and you watched as his bottom lip trembled as he once again tried to keep from crying.

"See her?!" he replied in disbelief.

"Yes! The midwife will be stopping by the palace so we can view a sonogram of her. I wanted us to see her for the first time together," you replied, stroking the side of his face tenderly. He smiled, the dimples of his cheeks forming into neat little wrinkles.

"When will she be here?" he asked excitedly.

"Early tomorrow morning to avoid suspicion. It would have been easier to go to the medical center but I didn't want to risk someone seeing you. It's safer this way for all of us," you explained. He swept you off your feet and carried you over to the large bed with your arms around his neck. Taking care to not jostle you too much, he laid you carefully on the mattress. He lifted your skirts, revealing sheer undergarments nestled just below your swollen womb. He tenderly reached under the top half of the gown and caressed your chest in a gentle massage. It wasn't an attempt to arouse you, but merely an act of tentative affection.

"You carry her so well. I have never seen you look more beautiful than you do now," he said laying down next to you. Pulling you to his chest, he was careful not to put any pressure on your child. He kissed your forehead tenderly and yawned.

"That's very kind, I am honored to carry her for you…," you told him lovingly. Taking a closer look at his eyes you noticed that dark circles had taken shape underneath them. Touching his cheek tenderly, you gazed up at him with concern in your eyes.

"You've spent countless hours at council meetings this week, trying to find a solution to the blockade of my home planet. I won't even ask how many hours of sleep you've gotten, for I know they are few. I beg you to take a couple of days away from all of this and try to relax, for your own health," you said kindly. He gave you a weak smile and took one of your hands in his.

"How can I halt this investigation? I'm doing this to protect you…to protect our family," he replied, his voice slightly trembling. You gave him a gentle smile.

"I know…and words cannot express how much I appreciate your efforts to do so. But you will be no use as our emperor if you burn yourself out," you explained to him. He laughed quietly and kissed your forehead.

"Perhaps you're right," he said,"very well, I'll take a small hiatus from all of this."

"Thank you," you said. You giggled at the sight of his unkempt hair and ruffled it playfully. He laughed mischievously and sat up, placing you on his lap. He glanced down at your very clearly swollen ankles and gasped at the sight.

"My poor Rayla….why didn't you tell me? It looks painful," he said with concern in his voice. Touching your cheek tenderly, he gave you a weak smile.

"I didn't want to worry you. There's enough already on your plate…I couldn't cause you more grief," you replied, "besides, it's quite normal during a pregnancy…however uncomfortable it may look."

"And are you?" he asked, combing his hands through your locks of hair.

"Am I what, Cleon?"

"Uncomfortable…," he said, meeting your eyes with his own.

"I'm quite alright, my love,....really it's nothing," you replied. He removed you from his lap and placed you back on the bed, preparing to examine your legs. He touched your foot and lifted it gently. You winced in pain as the tenderness of your ankle shot up your leg.

"It troubles you that much? You would allow yourself to suffer for the sake of my own well-being?" he asked almost coldly.

"It's manageable…I've had worse…you would know more than anyone…" you replied, and gave him a small smile, hoping it would ease his mind.

"Indeed I do. But I will not have my own wife endure such discomfort in my absence. It is clear that I must also care for you while I'm away from the council," he said to you.

"Nonsense, I'm fine…I promise…," you said in protest.

"But you're not, my dearest. Let me take care of you…please," he asked, "there is no shame in asking for help."

"Alright…," you said and allowed him access to your feet. He gently massaged the sole of one of your feet and slowly worked his fingers along the outside towards your ankle. Repeating the same motion, he continued, taking care to avoid the especially tender areas. It hurt at first but as the swelling decreased, his hands felt so soothing and you could finally enjoy the sensation. Closing your eyes, you exhaled in relief at his touch. Day chuckled softly, but loud enough for you to hear.

"There…that's better isn't it?" he asked, and lovingly planted small kisses along your leg where the swelling had previously been. The ridges of his lips tickled your skin and you laughed as he continued up your thigh. He laughed along with you and pulled you up to chest. You placed your hands on both sides of his face and kissed his nose.

"Much better…thank you…," you responded happily. He cupped your jaw in his palm and moved in for a more passionate kiss, a slight hunger in his eyes. You responded in kind and moved in, teasing his lips with your tongue. He opened his mouth, letting you in and hurriedly undid the lace ribbon on the back of your gown. You sighed in approval and removed his tunic with little effort, revealing a toned and heaving torso. As you reached for the buckle on his trousers, he stopped you. Looking up at him, you confusingly removed your hand.

"No…I want to watch you this time…"he whispered into your ear. He positioned himself next to you and trailed his fingers up your thigh until they reached the slickness between your legs. You cried out in surprise as his hands immediately found your favorite spot. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you looked up at him while he pleasured you. Twirling his thumb in a circular motion, he drove you mad with passion and you started bucking your hips to increase the friction. You ached for release as your bud became more tender and sensitive. Before you could speak, Day slipped in two fingers and began thrusting them in and out while simultaneously kissing your neck. He kept his thumb over the tip of your clit and rubbed it rapidly. Soon the pressure began to build, and as it did, you heard a loud knock at the bedroom door. Day grunted with frustration but kept his arm in place and gazed down at you lustfully with a playful smile. He ignored the knocking and sped up his motion, forcing your head to snap back.

"Day…we'll get caught," you said, worried that your visitor would walk in. The emperor continued to ignore the knocking even though it became more urgent in nature.

"Not until you've finished…I want you to come for me…,"he replied.

"Empire?..." Someone asked loudly from the other side of the door.

He removed his fingers from within you and used his entire hand to satisfy your plea. Again and again he circled the damp folds until you felt the friction begin to start a small fire of pleasure in your belly. Soon you felt his lips take hold of your breast and he fondled the nipple with his tongue. The knocking continued as the man on the other side grew impatient. The walls within your core began to pulsate and you came, soaking his fingers with the fluid of your arousal. You tried to keep yourself from sighing too loudly, but his relentless fingers caused you to climax a second time. Day released your breast from his mouth and laughed.

"Beautifully done…," he said into your ear as you panted, sweat beading on your forehead. He slid his hand from between your thighs and brought a glistening finger into his mouth, seductively lapping up the fruits of his labor.

"And how do I taste, Empire?," you asked.

"Sweet…like warm honey," he teased. Before getting up to answer the door, he kissed you gently. You re-fastened the ties of your gown and made your way to the balcony to give Day and his visitor some privacy.

"This had better be an urgent matter for you to disturb me at this hour," you heard Day say to the gentleman.

"Many apologies, Empire…this could not wait…you informed me earlier to inform you immediately after the legalities were made," said the man.

"It is done then??," He asked cheerfully.

"Indeed it is Empire, we just need her signature to finalize everything," he said. You heard Day walk over to the balcony and move the curtains aside.

"Rayla, my love, would you mind joining me for a moment?" he asked, reaching for your hand. He led you over to the table the guest was standing at and you quickly realized it was councilman Wheeler. He bowed in reverence and smiled at you.

"My lady….please forgive my intrusion this evening," he said.

"No apology needed, it is a joy to see you councilman," you replied.

"There is a legal matter for which I need your assistance," he said, "but I'm afraid it will have to wait until morning, others need to be present."

"A legal matter?" you asked, confused.

"We look forward to it, councilman. Thank you," said Day and showed him to the door..

"As do I. We'll meet in the throne room as discussed," he replied,"Good evening Empire,...my lady."

After he left you turned to Day, a puzzled look on your face. You crossed your arms and walked over to him.

"What was all of that about?" you asked him.

"I haven't the slightest idea," said Day mockingly.

"You're behind this, I know it," you said, shoving him playfully.

"Maybe I am…you'll have to wait until morning to find out for sure," he replied, winking at you,"but now, I think we should both get some sleep."

He lifted you gently and carried you over to the bed, placing you carefully on the mattress. He dimmed the lights with the wave of his hand, the signal from his aura deactivating the numerous lamps in the room. Laying next to you, he pulled you close to his side, his chest facing you. You traced the outline of his abdominal muscles with your hand and admired him. The moonlight spilled in through the balcony, casting a beautiful glow on his face. You remembered the first time you saw him, cold and selfish, and now, he was a completely different man, and all yours to have.

"I love you, Cleon," you said softly. He slowly kissed your lips, the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

"I love you too… more than you could ever know…," he replied. Stroking your stomach, he eventually drifted off to sleep, and you followed suit.

You awoke to the sun shining on your face, with Day still soundly asleep at your side. Careful not to wake him, you slid out of the other side of the bed. Stretching, you then rested your hands on your belly and made your way over to the balcony. The morning air was crisp and refreshing. Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath and exhaled. Most of the garden attendants were already busy at work tending to the plants and landscaping below. Remembering the midwife said she would arrive around 7AM, you looked for her form in the paths on the palace grounds. Once you caught sight of her, you waved excitedly and motioned for her to head towards the imperial entrance. You quietly snuck past Day, now stirring in his sleep, nearly awake.

Carefully wrapping yourself in a secondary gown and the blue cloak Day's brothers had given you, you made your way into the hall to greet her. She bowed as she approached and reached out for an embrace, which you gladly accepted.

"Thank you so much for making a special trip up to the palace, it means so much to both of us," you told her as you led her back to the imperial chamber.

"It is an honor and a privilege, my lady," she said in response. When you walked into the room, Day was enjoying an apple while examining the council's report from the previous day. He glanced up and smiled excitedly.

"So this is the midwife I've been hearing so much about," said the emperor, shaking her hand,"it is a pleasure to meet you Dr. Capler."

"The pleasure is all mine, Empire. Is there a secure place where we can perform the procedure?" she asked. He motioned for the two of you to follow. At the far end of the room, he scanned his aura and a small compartment door slid open to reveal a hidden staircase, much like the passage in your old doctor's quarters. He led the way down the stairs and stopped at an open doorway with a security panel. He scanned his aura once again and the black door lifted open. The room was void of windows but was well-furnished with beds, linens, and several sealed crates.

"This is the imperial bunker used only for the protection and survival of any Cleon should Trantor find itself involved in war. No one will bother us here," he explained and secured the door behind you.

"Very well, let me get the equipment ready and we will begin shortly," she said, unpacking her bag. Day sat down on one of the large sofas, and you joined him. Once the midwife had everything ready, she made her way over to the both of you.

"You may go ahead and expose your belly, my lady and make yourself comfortable," she instructed. You opened your gown, revealing the small bump and laid across Day's lap, resting your head on a pillow. She took some of the lubrication gel and gently massaged some onto your stomach so she could effectively use the ultrasound device. As soon as she put the wand to your skin, a blue 4D projected image of the sonogram appeared and began to float in the air in front of you both. She carefully scanned your womb and smiled when the tiny feet and arms of your daughter came into view.

"There she is…," said Dr. Capler. You heard Day gasp as he stared up at the little one he had made. His eyes glistened and tears began to fall down his cheeks. He laughed with joy and reached up into the image, the dancing particles much like the images of your planet Day had shown you before. The infant moved slightly, and it was immediately reflected in the projection as her head nodded. The particles danced around his fingers and for a moment, it looked like the young child had taken hold of his hand. Watching your husband's face, you were overcome with emotion and began to cry. He glanced down at you and grinned through his tears.

"She's beautiful……," he managed to say. Touching your cheek he looked into your eyes, completely silent. He did not need to speak, neither of you, for all that needed to be said was communicated in the joy of the moment.

"Indeed, and very healthy. She's right where she should be growth wise. A true medical marvel," said the midwife. The emperor reached up again and touched the tiny head in the projection, still crying in amazement.

"That's your daughter, Cleon…, your own flesh and blood," you said to him proudly. He chuckled to himself and held your head close to his chest.

"Our daughter…," he whispered into your ear.

"I will ensure you receive a recording of this scan to view whenever you wish," she said to the both of you.

"That would be wonderful, thank you," said Cleon. After the scan was complete, the three of you quietly snuck back into the imperial chamber and bid the doctor farewell. Day embraced you warmly and rested his cheek on top of your head.

"Thank you…you have no idea how much that meant to me…," he said quietly.

"I wouldn't deny you the chance to get to know your daughter a little bit more," you replied.

"I feel like I already do… you forget I'm quite familiar with her mother," he teased, winking at you.

"Indeed you are," you said in response.

"Come, I almost forgot we have an appointment with councilman Wheeler," he said. Holding Day's hand, you followed him to the throne room. The councilman was waiting at the foot of the stairs near the three imperial thrones.

"Ah, good morning," he said and bowed before the both of you.

"Good morning, councilman Wheeler. My husband was kind enough to remind me of a certain legal matter that I can help settle," you said to him.

"Yes, my lady. You see, after several weeks of attempting to find the family of your deaf friend, I regret to inform you that no one has stepped forward as a living relative," he explained.

"Mal?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, my lady," he replied.

"That's a shame, I had hoped we would find him a suitable home with someone he knows," you said.

"As did Empire and the council. After reviewing the boy's condition and situation, we feel it's best to leave him in the care of someone he trusts. Someone who understands and can communicate with sign language," he explained to you.

"I would wish no less for him," you replied. The councilman looked up at Day, and the emperor nodded.

"Since he is without a mother or father, we, the council, and Empire have decided that the boy be placed with a new family to care for him until he comes of age," he said to you.

"You've found a place for him?!" you asked excitedly.

"We have, my lady. The boy will be paired with a new guardian," he replied.

"Who are they?! Can I meet them?!" you asked him.

"We thought collectively that in the best interest of the boy's well-being, that he be placed with you," he said in response. Realizing what was happening, you turned to Day, tears gathering in your eyes.

"These are adoption documents aren't they?" you asked, beginning to cry. Day nodded, a large smile forming on his face.

"I know this is overwhelming, but it was very clear to all of us that there is no one better for him than you," said Day, tears now rolling down his cheeks.

"You arranged all of this?" You asked Day in disbelief.

"Dusk was involved to some extent but it was a group effort," he replied, laughing joyfully," now the boy will be permitted to live in the palace, despite imperial law."

"It would be an honor," you replied. Taking the pen you applied your signature to the document and handed it to the councilman.

"Congratulations, my lady. I speak for the entirety of the council when I say we are most happy for you and your new guardianship! I will ensure that these get archived in the imperial records" he said. After he left, you turned to Day and wrapped your arms around his neck, embracing him.

"...thank you…" you said softly to him, still crying," does Mal know?"

"Of course he does…we told him earlier this week," said Day. He went over to the com on the wall and held the button down.

"Bring the boy," said Day.

"On our way," yelled Dawn from the hallway. Moments later, the door slid open and Mal sprinted over to you and jumped in your arms. He lifted both hands, and pinched his pointer fingers to their adjacent thumbs, spreading the rest of his fingers. Moving his hands in a horizontal circle, he asked 'are we a family?'. You happily moved your fist in a rocking motion for 'yes'.

You glanced to the main door of the throne room just in time to see Demerzel turn angrily and slam the door behind her. Something deep within you told you something wasn't quite right. You pushed those thoughts aside, but became ever more suspicious of the Emperor's advisor in the coming weeks.

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Daughter of the Moon

Part 1

Narrator

We continue with our story, young Dawn has met the little princess and her brother. Their mother rather likes Dawn, and I am still telling the story hopefully I’m not pulled away from it. Trantor is currently in a dilemma and the ReNarde family has decided to send their youngest members to Shima Homeworld. It is a neutral territory and can not be brought into any war unless fully necessary. Now let’s get on with the story, as we are about to jump through time many times in order to get it across.

15 Years Later

Ayla (Age 15)

Today is the day I return to Trantor and see my father’s family, I barely remember them, I left when I was an infant. My parents stayed and the children left for their protection, I did enjoy spending time with my mother’s parents. My return however is so I can attend Streeling University, I am one of the youngest candidates going this year. I’m nervous because I’ve only ever had private tutors and etiquette teachers, I hope I can be myself here.  

As I board the ship for the jump I feel something tumble into me, to my surprise it's my twin. “Artem what are you doing here? I thought you were staying to finish your curriculum to inherit Shima Homeworld.” “Well you know me, not one to stick to the lines that have been drawn for me. Also I’ve never been apart from you, can’t leave without your partner in crime.” he said. I looked at him fondly and replied “How could i leave without my other half, let’s start our next adventure”. We both got on the ship and put on our suits for the jump, as we waited we were approached by a man named Jerryl. “You must be the ReNarde twins, it is nice to meet milady, milord.” “Yes we are but I wish I could say the same in regards to our acquaintance, how do you know who we are?” I said. He proceeds to say ”I hear whispers here and there, also you my lady are quite famous, an  IQ level far exceeding that of your predecessors, born to two of the biggest families in the galactic empire, and you have created your own industrial empire. What is there not to know?” I felt a blush bloom across my cheeks, as I walked past him Artem followed me and we ignore the looks in our directions. We get to our places to be put to sleep and I praise the droid as she blankly stares at me. As I feel the embrace of sleep my vision goes black and the jump is about to start.

CleonXIII (Age 25 Currently Brother Dawn)

I listen to the meeting notes with little interest, all I think about is the little baby with wispy white hair and bright blue eyes. It’s been 15 yrs and I’m still thinking of an infant, although now she should be an adolescent. Demerzel walks into the room excusing me from the meeting, my savior. As we leave together she has news for me, “Empire I was told to tell you that young lady Ayla is returning to Trantor to attend the university” I looked at her in surprise, an adolescent attending the university, one that was the breeding grounds for revenge, betrayal, and humiliation. “Demerzel, what of her family, is the girl going to be a problem for other scholars attending the university?” “No Empire, she has an intellect far superior than that of the staff of academia.” she says. She leaves me at the entrance of my bedroom to mull over my thoughts, why am I so consumed with this child. I ready myself for sleep and as I close my eyes I see bright blue eyes.

As I wake up and rub the sleep from my eyes, Demerzel is there waiting for me looking as if she has something to say. “Demerzel, what could you possibly want to say this early in the morning?” She says “Empire, Lady Ayla has arrived here at the palace with her family. By invitation from your older brother.” I choke on my spit, my brother invited them, my own brother invited them. This isn’t good, brother only ever invites people if he needs them to do his bidding. “Demerzel, did Day say as to why they were invited to the palace?” “No Empire, just that he wanted to talk to them about Lady Ayla’s acceptance to the university.” she said. I ponder what she says and get ready for the day, as I’m about to leave Brother Dusk walks into my room. “It seems you don’t need a wake up call. Would you mind hearing the thoughts of an old man?” He asks. I reply “Not at all brother, what’s on your mind?” “I fear our brother may be seeking the aid of Lady Ayla to watch Hari Seldon.” he told me bluntly. I paled when I heard that name, he’s been causing problems for the empire with what he’s teaching.  We can’t arrest the man because of his popularity and with the thread between the people and our rule already so thin. We can’t afford to put the people against any further. Dusk continues “I fear for the girl, barely returning and then being asked to watch a professor all because we can’t seem to trust him. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.” I think about his words and can’t seem to come up with a response. All I can say is “Let’s hope that’s the only thing he asks of her and not something that causes our loss of her families in our council.” Dusk looks at me with surprise, “Not what i expected out your mouth brother, how wise you are becoming before my eyes. How proud I’ll be when I become Darkness.” he finishes and leaves my room. What a long day it will be.

Artem (Age 15)

How can people space jump? I feel my insides have been rearranged. I shouldn’t have eaten before we left, now the entire deck will know a young boy had crab and tuna for dinner. Goodbye cruel I will be swallowed up in shame of my jump and how I didn’t hold my stomach. Oh no Ayla is glaring at me, wait why is coming at me. “Ayla, you mustn’t come at your brother when he isn’t feeling well.” I better start making a run for it.

Ayla

As I wake from the jump I feel a slight headache and some hunger, Artem to my side however looked very pale and ready to be swallowed up. He started mumbling and I heard part of it, I started going towards him. He proceeded to say “Ayla, you mustn’t come at your brother when he isn’t feeling well.” I chased him around the deck until it was time to leave for the transport down to Trantor. As we boarded the Star Bridge Artem sat down and a child approached me “You're very pretty, like a princess.” she said. I melted at the sight of the child, round rosy cheeks, light hazel eyes, and a petite frame that made me want to hug it. The young girl was staining her looking up so I knelt to her level. We huddled together until she started swaying with exhaustion and I picked her up so I could find her parents. All of a sudden I see a woman frantically looking around and all of a sudden she looks my way and rushes towards me. “Why do you have my child thief why? Do you come to planets like this one and steal children? I bet you find satisfaction in children.” she yells in my face. I stared at her and said, “Ma’am I do like children but I am not a kidnapper, however the way you came to me and didn’t even ask if your child was alright. You have no right to accuse me of the crime you commited.” She gapes at me and is about to reply before guards show up and take her away. The crowd around us that had gathered now disperses, the girl in my arms wakes and looks around. She says, “Thank you for getting rid of the mean lady. I went to bed yesterday and then I woke up in a dark room.” I looked at her and hugged her to me tighter, “Where’s your mom sweetie?” I asked. “She left me and I don’t know where she went. She never came back.” she said. That broke my heart, “Honey , do you have any other family?” I asked.  Her little chin wobbled and said, “No it's just me.” I held her to me and decided on one thing, I’m taking her home so she can have a happy life. “What’s your name honey?” “Raven, my name is Raven.” she said.

Time Skip(14 hours later)

Raven in my lap was so adorable, she was holding a piece of my hair and cuddled into my neck. I’ve always wanted a little sister, but all I got were brothers, at least I got plenty of presents when they visited. We arrived at the level our family would be picking us up on, Artem was snoring and his head was on my shoulder. So I knocked it off and he grunted at me, he looked at me and was about to talk when I stood up and started walking towards the door, which then opened. “Come on Artem we have to hurry up, our grandparents are coming to pick us up. We mustn’t be late.” I said. All Artem did was grumble all the way to the terminal until we saw our grandparents. We smiled and ran into their arms and then they looked at a sleeping Raven in my arms. “Who’s this little darling?” my grandmother asked. I looked at Raven, “This is Raven, I plan on making her my ward. She came up to me on the Star Bridge and I found out she doesn’t have a family.” "Oh the poor dear, such a shame. Ok sweetheart you can apply to be her guardian." My grandfather cleared his throat and said, "We are expected at the palace in an hour, you both will get ready on the way there." Artem and I both groaned, we both hate meeting with dignitaries, envoys, and other politicians. However we are meeting the Empire of our galaxy. Someone kill me now, how much more must I suffer if not to listen to 3 men talk and ignore us. Let the torture begin.

Cleon XIII

As my brothers and I wait in the throne room for guests I think about what little Ayla might look like now. The last time I saw her she was an infant, is her hair long or short? Are her eyes still a beautiful bright blue, is her hair still that platinum color? My train of thought is interrupted by Demerzel introducing the ReNarde family. "The ReNarde family patriarch and his family." "Thank you Demerzel, go back to where you were." Brother Day, blunt as always, holds no regards unless it is to his gain. "Empire, I thank you for your invitation to your home, but may I ask why." The patriarch asks.

"I suppose you may ReNarde patriarch. It is in regards to your only granddaughter attending the university. It is a small favor that I wish to ask of her." The family head looked surprised, "What would you ask of my granddaughter of importance that the empire would ask of himself?" “I ask that your granddaughter watch a professor at Streeling. He’s been under surveillance but we don’t know what he is planning.” Brother Day says. As he continues talking I look at Lady Ayla, as I look upon her however she is not what I was expecting. Tall, beautiful, pale, anad her eyes sparkle, a vibrant blue that is most captivating. She locks eyes with me and I realize I’m entranced. She smiles and then focuses back on the conversation, she must be very intelligent to keep up with their jargon. 

Demerzel then goes to the twins and escorts them, she looks back at me and has a look that says ‘come here’. “Brothers, may I excuse myself?” Both look at me and nod and go back to their discussion. I exit the room and follow after the small group, when I get closer I notice a child clutching at Ayla. I notice that they look nothing alike and realize the child isn’t hers. A sense of relief washes over me….

Wait! Relief over the fact that the child isn’t hers. I must be sick, my heart was speeding up, I started sweating, what is wrong with me. 

Ayla sees me and approaches, “Hello Empire may you reign over the galaxy for many years to come.” 

I stand there frozen and not able to say anything, after a few seconds I realize I’m being rude. I apologize and reply back, “Lady Ayla, welcome back to Trantor and  thank you for the kind words.” She smiles at me and goes to talk with Demerzel, her brother walks up to me with a blank stare on his face. “I see you appreciate my sister's beauty but I suggest you keep it to yourself and leave her alone. She’s been hurt enough by the person she was supposed to have trusted the most. So kindly stay away from my sister.” The boy walks away and leaves me to lead his sister to another room which Demerzel has shown them to. 

Who could have possibly hurt the girl that her brother threatens me in my home, I must find out. 

Narrator

The story continues and we follow the paragon and her Empire, what could have possibly hurt to the point that her brother felt the need to interfere? Will we be able to learn of it before it is too late, or will it be told by those who will be there to take the light. This will become a twisted web that our young paragon will need to unravel before it is too late and can no longer be what it is she wishes to become. 

How the universe wishes to keep us from the truth that may traumatize us further, let us value the way it embraces and tries to protect us from more sinister forces.

To be continued… 

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Daughter of the Moon

This is my first fanfic that I have posted. So I thank anyone who read it, and hope they enjoyed.

Foundation characters are not my own, and my OCs are in the story.

Brother Day x Reader

Prologue

Narrator

Shima Homeworld is a planet of renowned beauty, known for its lush fields, bright blue oceans, and its millennium of culture.

This however is not where the story takes place, where we begin is the planet Trantor. The homeworld of the Genetic Dynasty, clones decantored at different ages. Dusk, Day, and Dawn, these clones make up the rulers of which rule the empire.

Our story starts on a day like any other, except for an important family close to the rulers of the empire. The ReNarde family was expecting the birth of twins, a boy and a girl. Not many would foretell that the girl being born would become the greatest weakness to Cleon XIII. Born to two powerful families, a celebration would be had because she was a princess.

Cleon XIII (Age 10 currently Brother Dawn)

I stand next to Demrezel as we await entrance to the ReNarde abode. The birth of the twins was something to be celebrated, I don’t completely understand it. Standing outside the property isn’t what I expected to do today, I wanted to go to lessons and spend time with Dusk and Day.

Demrezel is making greetings to the leaders of the family as my brothers and I look at the decor of the house. As the greetings were finished we were led to a grand room where a small crowd was clustered together. I walked over, not knowing what took over my body, I was then called out by the mother of the twins. A petite woman with long brown hair and pretty hazel eyes, they were shaped like almonds. She gestured me over, I don’t know what compelled me to go to her. To her side stood a crib, with two bundles in it.

“Hello young empire, these are my children Ayla and Artem.” The woman with hazel eyes said. “My name is Kyoko ReNarde.” I looked from her to the children, the girl had platinum hair while the boy had stark black hair. Kyoko must have noticed she giggled and proceeded to say, “Yes the twins' hair contrast shocked me as well but I assure you they are healthy.”

Brother Day came up to us and started congratulating Kyoko. He said, “Congratulations to the new mother, Demrezel, did you bring the gifts for the twins?” “Yes empire, they were given to the attendants upon our arrival.” she replied. 

I continued to look at the twins, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the girl, it seemed she couldn’t stop staring at me as well.

Kyoko smiled at me and said, “Infants often can sense the best and the worst in us, that is why children are revered in most cultures.” I couldn't say a word, I just stared into the little girl's bright blue eyes and didn’t say anything. 

Narrator 

How would young Dawn know that this small bundle would alter his future just by staring into his eyes. He wouldn’t, only time will tell, for the path he takes to be with her will be harrowing and long. Then again aren’t the truest relationships built on the hope that it will last.

To Be Continued

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INTERROGATION GONE WRONG – Cleon XIII/Brother Day

Summary: Cleon XIII interrogates his statisticians about Hari Seldon's predictions. His in-turn maid remains there hearing the conversation, unbeknownst to him, knowing the answer - at least part of.

Pairing: Cleon XIII/Brother Day x female maid reader.

Word count: 2.9k.

Warnings: extremely dub-con, smut, abuse of power, forced orgasm, choking, fingering, degradation, p in v, creampie, not the soft aftercare you're waiting for. The author is also non native English speaker.

Notes: this is based on that scene of 1x04. This is the most non-con thing I've written ever. I gave my warnings. Also please watch Foundation lol, this show reminded me of how much I loved Lee Pace since like 2014. Once I'm in, I will never get out and I needed to write something for Cleon I love him he is an idiot.

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The man fell with a thud on the floor. You should be scared, surprised, trembling with fear, but this was not new behavior for you or anyone in the palace. Since Seldon's exile and the disaster shaking the Empire gradually, the response of the new Cleon was clearly expected after being a witness of a poor reunion and inconvenience with the staticians. More than a conversation, it felt like a judgment, a death one.

"Dining, now," he ordered passing by your figure on his way to leave the throne room. With a bow, you followed in an instant and ready to serve him.

Cleary, you could tell he was not in the good mood that day, already skipping the meal for breakfast with his brothers earlier; something that was out of the itineraries. Once a change of the routine happened, it meant something was off, so you thought. Demerzel was also not around, attending other meetings, so this left you alone with Empire, opening the door of the sole dining room the Brothers used privately, with the tall figure of Cleon XIII waiting impatiently for his midday meal and looking every move you made around the place to please him as fast as your feet allowed.

The cooks served the meal arranged from the menu after your order and they left as rapid as they came in, Brother Day dispatching them with a hand gesture once they were done. You took a couple of steps back, standing close to the table but ready in case he dispatched your presence as well.

"Not you, you stay," he commanded after sipping his wine for the first time, eyes focused on the plate he would eat.

"Yes, Empire."

You had to obligue, and that is what happened. You watched him from the corner of your eye, from time to time in silence, pretending to be unconcerned and collected, though that was far from being true. The whole meal time was eternal, specially that day. With no Brother Dawn nor Brother Dusk around for Brother Day to have a bland talk with, only the sound of fine cutlery clinking against porcelain as Empire ate. Boring, your head began to spin around, thinking in non-senses and theories of what you heard and read from Seldon's predictions of the fall. Empire was cruel, but it had you working, serving food to your plate, and probably that was enough. But it didn't stop your curiosity of learning further the philosophy of Hari Seldon.

When in front of Empire, your gaze seemed lost but your mind was working. You never said a single comment about studying Seldon's theory, of course. You were just a maid. Science and university never were a good pair for a woman who served the Empire. However, you still found the math behind his calculations as something intriguing and fascinating for some reason...

"Maid," the loud voice of the Emperor interrupted your daydream. "I said, wine."

The intense look on his eyes forced you to attend his order fast, serving more of the fermented liquid on the cup standing besides his plate.

His large hand took the cup when you filled it with wine and he sipped again, his eyes scanning you slow and deep. You knew he sensed something was wrong with you. Swallowing, you noticed he already had finished with his meal, so you finally you dared to speak.

"Can I retire your plate, Empire?"

"Is there something you want to share, maid?" he responded, blatantly ignoring your question and dragging your title like it was nothing but a shameful word to spill.

"At all, Empire," your voice came as a whisper.

Brother Day stood on his feet with such grace and started a slow walk towards your figure. You wanted to step away, but you feet were glued to the ground, so his tall and intimidating form washed over you soon.

"Speak," he instructed coldly. You started to tremble, unable to take off your scared eyes from him, bitting your bottim lip as he leaned. "Or do you want to be punished?"

His hand forced around your neck all of a sudden. As an act of reflection, you tried to pull back from his grip, but he was much stronger, having you in place and cutting your breath. "I know you hide enthusiasm around Doctor Seldon's theories," he whispered darkly on your ear. "I am not giving you a choice, speak!"

As he yelled down his last words, he pushed you harshly, body falling to the grown. Air filled your lungs once again and you coughed, sitting down and watching that he was coming closer with big steps. You dragged yourself on the floor using your hands and feet trying to not tangle yourself with the fabric of your dress. Fighting the tears on your eyes, your back touched the wall and sobbed. There was nowhere to go now. So you finally confessed.

"Your staticians would not give you a number because it's true!" you cried out. Brother Day stopped on his tracks just a couple of inches before you. "It's all true, Doctor Seldon is right. And it all began with the Star Bridge, I know you were a child when it happened because I was a child too when the crisis started. There is a probability, but is not zero," you said, recalling his words.

You saw his face changed. He was exhasperated already, but rage appeared in his eyes in a very visible way; a rage that you had yet to see from Empire. Fear took over you, afraid of what would happen next. Should you keep talking? Should you continue crying? Scream for nobody to come around for your sake? As you questioned yourself, he lowered himself to be at your level on the ground. Brother Day never sat down, but he was making sure to get under your skin. His powerful gaze had a quick effect to do that.

"Go on."

Too scared to speak, you opened your lips but no sound came out. Empire waited your words for a moment, scrutinizing your face. And still, nothing came. He grabbed your arm with a rough grip, forcing you to stand up, colliding with his body until your back hit the empty part of the table he had been eating in.

"You have ten seconds to continue or I will force everything that is in your head out of you, maid," Cleon threatened. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three-"

"I said it was probability," you shuddered. "Life is a probability by all means and Seldon knows that," you breathed, aware that Brother Day was feeling your shaking body under his piercing eyes. "I studied Doctor Seldon's psychohistory and theory for the last four years, learning math and other sciences on my free time on the library. So even if I don't posses a title, I know his hypothesis was only that at the time; a hypothesis can be null, but also be provable, and thus now is not untrue."

He slowly leaned away.

"So you say there is no error on Seldon's ecuation," he concluded, jaw clenching.

"None that I could find."

Brother Day paced in front of you, back and forth, hrad processing what he just heard. You could tell he was getting what he wanted, but nothing was what he really longed for. And what you found was nothing but the truth. Maths don't miss, it was useless to lie.

"How do you simply fall into a conclusion like that? Prophecies of the Empire declining into a dark age after centuries of rising. Of our legacy!" he stopped again and went back to your figure, trapping your body between himself and the dining table. You felt his breath when he leaned close, the smell of wine and fruits mixing with his cologne was intoxicating your nostrils as the last tears flowed down your cheeks. Sooner or later, you thought he was going to end up with your life. You had nothing left to lose by now.

"It's simple history and logic. Everything that goes up has to go down, even empires."

All you felt was his big palm slapping your face, your back hitting the edge of the table. A hurted moan filled the room, and he forced you to look at him grabbing your chin with the same strenght he had used on you all this time, like you were nothing more than a doll to play with as he pleased.

"In other circumstances, I would find you amusing," he breathed gainst your lips. The touch of his thumb on your cheek, wiping away your last tears, contrasted the roughness of his words, his body between your legs and his weight pressing you to lie down on the surface.

"Psychohistory words, not mine," you whispered, your hands running to wrap around his wrist, but his aura repelled instantly your touch. It was useless to keep trying. So here you were, ready for Brother Day to end with your life in just the blink of an eye. "Maybe Brother Dusk made a mistake," you continued, giving up on leaving the room alive. "Make Hari Seldon stay instead..."

Brother Day pressed further against you, almost crushing you with his significant huge frame.

"Such a talented brain and mouth, why don't I put you to good use? I think I deserve it."

He forcefuly turned you around until you were bending over the table, a loud gasp falling from your mouth. One of his hands making its way between your legs caused your thighs to press together, trying to stop him, but it was impossible, so you had nothing to do but beg.

"Please, Empire," you felt like crying again at his touch, his fingers cupping your clothed pussy in a slow motion. "Stop, please-"

"Shut up, whore," he grunted, rubbing his crotch against your ass and slammed your face with his free hand so you had your cheek lying against the cold surface. "I had enough from you."

Heartbeat rising, you tried with no results to escape from his body cage. The sway of your hips caused Empire to grow eager. His slender fingers pushed your panties aside, coating them with your own wetness, and that was certainly something you did not expect to be down there. He hummed in response, rubbing your folds, and you exhaled once he entered one finger.

Your body responded to his ministrations, his growing erection pressing against the curve of your ass while he played with your cunt as he wanted, easing a second digit inside your walls. Probably you should just give in by now as you felt your muscles tighten, already reaching your high. Almost. The first moan of pleassure escaped your throat and you regreted the answer of lust coming from your body the following instant, your palms holding yourself on the table.

His long digits fucked you faster and your legs trembled, his thumb played with your clit so deliciously you thought you were passing out soon. He leaned down until you could feel his breath on your neck.

"Fucking take it," he groaned, feeling your warm walls pulsing around his fingers.

Almost not having control over your body, your legs further opened, like his voice just ordered you to do it.

"Please, please..."

Again, you cried and begged, not sure of the reason. For pleassure, shame, mercy... Anything was possible at that moment as whimpers and moans fell from your mouth.

The sensation grew stronger down your belly, feeling him exploring your insides too deep, touching a place no man nor your fingers reached before. It happened repeatedly, it felt so sweet and sinful. Like something you never knew but you were sure would leave you aching for more. His fingers making you so drunk and pleading for a release, and the seconds that passed by were endless until you finally blissed out with a loud moan, convulsing by the work of his hand.

Brother Day gave himself a wicked smile, watching you squirm and gasp. Such a strong orgasm he ripped out of you. He pulled his fingers away from your pulsing cunt and admired your wetness coating them before he raised the skirt of your dress and took off your panties until they were hanging between your ankles.

You grimaced at the feel of his big palms rubbing your ass cheeks, parting them to get a view of your throbbing heat, still clenching around nothing. You could listen to him undoing his pants. He hissed, taking his hard lenght to rub the sensitive skin of your ass and his thick tip teased your slit, sliding slowly inside. You gasped at the sudden intrusion as he stopped from filling you up completely, feeling your tight cunt embracing him.

"Empire, please not this-"

"This is how I prefer you," Cleon whispered on your neck, you stopped your plea. "Submissive and quiet. You are not so bold now, are you?"

And he slowly entered your pussy further. You whined, nails scratching the fine material of the table. You were so tight and warm. He had to control himself of not pounding into you right away. Being filled up by the Emperor shouldn't arouse your body like this, but your heat welcomed his cock like it was the perfect missing piece of a puzzle.

"Are you a virgin, maid?" he asked, hips giving a couple of shallow, slow thrusts. Your hips moved in sink with his own, your nipples were now hard and erect against the surface, scratching the fabric of your bra and dress, giving up into heavenly bliss. Sweet mewls left your lips as he stretched your cunt. And it was oh, so long since you felt this full.

"No, Empire."

Your response was the green light. He started to rut into you. Rough. Even if your answer was to be different, you knew Empire would not care. He used to get away with what he wanted, and right now he wanted you. His own grunts made eco along with the sound of his skin hitting your ass, your moans escaping without any shame now. The small amount of discomfort he caused was transformed into pleassure and arousal, keeping his hands firmly on your hips.

"Then you can take it, you've done this before," he mocked, increasing his rough pace.

His grip was strong on your sides, you knew his fingers would leave marks on your skin once you finished. But nothing mattered, you decided, the only on your mind was reaching sweet climax and release. You could not escape from him, not ever. So your body and mind could go through it.

Cleon's eyes found the perfect spot of view to see his cock entering and sliding out your perfect pussy, his shaft glistening with your wetness and his own precum. He stopped and pulled out for a moment, teasing with entering and pulling out, watching himself sliding inside your body.

"Oh gods," he listened to your broken moan, breath hitching.

He again cupped your neck with his palm, fingers roaming around your throat, forcing your back to meet his chest. Your moans were cut by his firm hand, air being a privilige as seconds passed by. He sucked and bit the skin of your neck, burying his cock until his balls met your ass repeteadly, finding that sweet spot of yours.

"Cum," he ordered. "Cum or you will not breath again."

You knew you were close, but you needed it faster. You needed to breath, as good as his cock felt, fucking you and splitting you open, you still needed to make it until the end. Your fingers found your clit and played with your bud as Empire bucked his hips fast and rough. Finally, your muscles tensed and forced a hard orgasm out of you, walls pulsing around his dick. He grunted, not slowing his thrusts, softening the hand around your neck allowing you oxygen again.

"Merciful am I?" he groaned and you felt his seed painting your insides, cock throbing as he also came from his high.

"You are, Empire," you breathed out.

Your back arched and you held yourself on his hands and chest. You heard the sound of one of the chairs being taken out, being dragged by him until you felt he sat down, you on his lap with his cock still burried deep inside you. His slick cum ran down your inner thighs as he parted your legs, touching your abused cunt and clit, feeling how you were still connected. He rubbed your pussy in slow, gentle moves, collecting his cum mixed with your juices. He offered his fingers to your lips, so you licked them as he wished, sucking them clean. Your walls pulsed again.

"So obedient now," Cleon purred.

His hands undid your dress to free your chest, groping your tits as he pleased. He played with your nipples, just like he had played with all of you in a few minutes.

"What will happen to me?" you asked in a murmur.

"Such a pretty cunt you are," Brother Day began, tracing kisses on your shoulder. His voice made you shiver. "You would please me a lot as a cuncubine of the Gossamer Court."

You swallowed hard, not capable of speaking or fighting back. He felt your body tensing so he continued his speech in your ear. "No worries, I can play with you some more before it happens. And you will tell me everything you know about Seldon."

#cleon xiii x reader #cleon xiii x female reader #brother day x reader #brother day x female reader #foundation apple tv #cleon xiii smut #brother day smut #foundation fanfiction #brother day #cleon xiii #foundation season 1 #lee pace #lee pace fanfiction #cleon 13th #foundation imagines #lee pace x reader #idkkkk just leaving this here #I HAD TO DO IT OKAY? #foundation 2021

[bunnyreaper]

john price helping you renovate the house you just bought--he insists on helping you, whenever the two of you aren't deployed. 

(hcs + drabble, f!reader, mild 18+)

he knows the whole thing would go faster if he just invited the lads, but he wants the alone time with you even if he won't admit it. if you offer to ask them along too, he just assures you  that you can handle it between the two of you.)

thrives when you ask for his input on decorating the place, and he loves when you ask him to tag along to stores with you. he makes sure the DIY store guys don't underestimate you, ensures all the bathroom fittings will actually fit, gives you the best opinions on the paints you pick. never corrects any of the store owners when they assume you're a couple.

puts on an extra show when destroying or ripping down things. when you ask him to help you take down one of the false walls, he goes out of his way to let out extra little grunts and groans of effort, and flexes because he knows you're watching (and he hopes you're enjoying the show.) 

takes off his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his neck and face, doesn't bother putting it back on, leaving his hairy chest bare and the room full of the scent of his musk. a part of you secretly wishes he'd forget and leave it behind one day.

he catches you staring and smirking when he tucks a pencil behind his ear and looks like dad, gives you a wink. (and you definitely don't think about what it would be like if he knocked you up, and you were doing this all over again to decorate your kids nursery.)

as things come together, your mind starts to drift to what it would be like to christen even room in the house with john--fucking on the kitchen island, in the garden, by the fireplace, in the bedrooms. 

tries to do everything he can so you don't have to spend over the odds on tradesmen, or deal with strange men in your house, but he decides to leave the electrics alone after he gives himself a mild shock and you almost cry with worry. 

the two of you spend many a late night together, sat on a blanket eating pizza and drinking, with only each other's conversation for company--making memories you both treasure. 

"Probably should've put my shirt back on, I'm absolutely covered." John laughs, taking a glance down at his paint-splattered, sweat-sheened chest. 

Your eyes follow his, feeling like this is an invitation to stare uninhibited for once. The two of you have been painting for a while already, the room is insufferably hot in the summer even with the windows open--hence why John is taunting you with his figure. 

"You look like you've been down the pit." You gesture at the black specks littering his skin, and the smears all over his hands, his jeans, everywhere. John is sheer finesse in everything he does, besides painting and decorating, apparently. "But I'm not complaining about the shirtlessness."

The tension between the two of you has been escalating, and you feel brave enough to flirt just a little. From the smirk on John's face, he clearly doesn't have an issue with it. 

"Is that right?" He raises a brow, pausing his painting to turn to you with a burning, heavy look. 

Under the intensity of his gaze, you try to play it off just a little, because holy shit, he looks like he's going to eat you alive right now. "Every woman's dream, drooling over a shirtless tradie." You shrug, showing a pretense of apathy.

John now sets down his roller, his hands slipping into the back pockets of his jeans as he seems to be proudly displaying himself--his broad shoulders, rounded pecs and sculpted stomach that is the perfect mix of muscle and fat. 

You have to try not to openly drool as your eyes move down his happy trail. "Is that why you asked me to help?" 

"Asked you!?" You gasp, completely taken aback. "John, you insisted!" 

"You shouldn't be doing all this on your own, love." His posture relaxes as his smile turns earnest. 

You can't help but shake your head, thinking about how you could've had Gaz, Soap, and Ghost helping here too. "We could've had an army, literally." 

"Getting by fine just the two of us, aren't we?" 

"I don't know." You take a step forward as you notice a glob of black paint on John's face. "Your beard is covered too, by the way." 

Your hand finds its way to John's face with ease, forgetting any hesitation you should have about getting tactile with the man you have a forbidden attraction to. Instinct causes you to try and swipe the paint away, but your hands are already covered too. 

"Fuck." The paint is smeared over more of him than before--a black handprint on his neck where you'd held him still while you fussed. 

"What?" His forehead wrinkles, and you can feel his eyes on you as you try to make it better, but fail. 

"Made it worse..." You admit.

John only chuckles, his own paint covered hands finding their way to your cheeks, smearing you with matching globs of tar black.

His heated gaze is closer, his eyes flickering to your lips for a brief moment before he leans in and presses his to yours. 

It's searing, but over in a flash, as John's grin turns wicked and you try to continue standing upright. You're not sure if he's more pleased at the kiss, or the fact that his beard has covered you in even more stains of paint.

"Sorry." He mutters, yet he doesn't seem sorry in the slightest. His hands don't leave your face, and he leans in for another peck as he mumbles against your lips. "Only fair, love."

#captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price #call of duty x reader #my brother is renovating his new home #and these thoughts make my days helping out tolerable #i am not made for manual labour and need john to help me

[thecoolsquirrel]

working with Ruggie on part time jobs has a special place in my heart

mostly because I need money to feed Grim

Ruggie would have A+++ customer service because ✨tips ✨but like the second hes away from them??

#my art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanart #twst fanart #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland art #art #twst wonderland #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader #twst ruggie #i have been avoiding the Ruggie tag atm because of the whole andrew tate thing AJKDNSD my brother literally knows of it now #this is not how I wanted him to learn about Ruggie KDNJKAD #I usually dont post on these days but lets clown around and find out

[honestly-oceanie]

Marked me like a bloodstain || the dangerous ones edition + some additionals

Synopsis: drawing something on them

Warnings: if you are in a relationship where you are scared of your own significant other, leave the relationship already before it becomes more difficult. A romantic relationship must have mutual respect, trust, comfort and security with one another, it is not always about the butterflies and blushing.

《Dion Agriche, Jeremy Agriche, Rezef Hill, Dylan Sean Blade, Eros Orna Vasilios + two additionals | gn!reader》

{Supposedly fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Dion Agriche

🦋 You decided to do this for no apparent reason. Or you just wanted a reaction from him.

🦋 You asked Dion for him to hand you his arm, he stared at you first as if questioning you why... now you really started to regret asking as his sharp gaze was rather uncomfortable.

🦋 Before you could retract your request, Dion reach his hand out to you without a word, indicating that you may do as you please. It took you awhile to process his action but you chirpily did as you initially planned. Using the pen against his skin.

🦋 You proudly showed him your artwork and explained it to him knowing that he definitely does not understand it. He just nodded then ruffled your hair before leaving. Now you're left wondering if this was even worth it at all.

🦋 Meanwhile outside the door, Dion stares at the doodle you did on his palm. It felt weird having the pen's ink on his skin though it did no much harm on him except painting some part of his skin black, he certainly won't use a pen as a weapon as he deems it useless.

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The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Jeremy Agriche

🦋 "You will do anything for me, right?" You asked your boyfriend and he nodded vigorously.

🦋 You asked him to sit still and closed his eyes and Remy followed you obediently. He could feel something poking on his cheek that seems to have a liquid substance but he didn't dare peek as you haven't told him to open his eyes and he trust you with his life.

🦋 After you completed your drawing, you let him open his eyes and you pass him the hand mirror so he could see it. Jeremy's eyes widen as he sees what you have done, he takes a close inspection of it.

🦋 You're growing anxious and scared, had you crossed Remy's invisible line? You had always been free to do as you please with him as he allows you too that you forgot about boundaries. But before you knew it, he tackles you with a tight hug and started showering you with kisses, he tells you to do it again. After both of you are satisfied, you ruffled his hair as you professed your love for him, grateful that he still allows you to do things.

🦋 Remy won't mind whatever you want to do with him as long as you do it within the confines of his safe and private room.

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The Villainess Is A Marionette

Rezef Hill

"Prince of Eldyme Empire"

🦋 You've been so bored out of you mind these past few days, you can't talk to anyone unless you want them to be gone, your servant's changes almost everyday depending on their loyalty to their master, whom is your partner, Prince Rezef.

🦋 Kayena does visit you at times to keep your sanity intact but not for too long, for some reason Prince Rezef just knows when to interrupt.

🦋 Since you pretty much have no one but him then he should be your target right? He doesn't want you to rely on anyone but him then so be it.

🦋 You ordered your current personal attendant to call for him, after a few Rezef finally came and told the servant to leave you alone. He then sat down beside you and asks why you called for him, you told him that you wanted to spend some time with him and asked him to give you his hand and he didn't hesitate, glad with your willingness and obedience.

🦋 He was quite amused when you started drawing on his palm. He knew you like art so much, maybe he should give you an art room as a reward for reciprocating his love. After you finished, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and thank him for his cooperation, you tried to be as lovely as you could with him to avoid upsetting him and might get yourself killed

🦋 He gave you that prince charming smile again and told you: "Anything for my princess." As he kisses your cheek too.

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I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away/ The Taming Of The Tyrant

Dylan Sean Blade

"The 13th Prince"

🦋 Dylan had receive losses in his life, first his mother, next his master, and now he obviously won't allow the same with you.

🦋 As the ink of the quill pen that you are holding spread across his skin, it reminds him that you are still there. As your warm hand holds his arm to keep him steady, it assures him that you are a real existence and not just a fragment of hallucination of his fever dream.

🦋 Soon you completed your work, Dylan kissed your palm that once held the quill pen previously. He swore to you in his heart, anything you wish upon, just order him at your will and he is eternally at your service. That is if you reciprocate the same loyalty to him.

🦋 He'll do anything you say as long as you stay and don't run away.

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Your Throne/ I Want To Be You, Just For A Day

Eros Orna Vasilios

"Crown Prince of the Vasilios Empire"

🦋 As the assistant of the Crown Prince, it was customary that you will meet other people, yet however, the Crown Prince seem to disagree. For some odd reason he likes to keep you to himself, he normally doesn't allow you to meet other people, which you're actually glad about as you don't like to socialize anyways.

🦋 Today is unfortunately an exception, you are forced to be a part of a meeting. You know it's going to involve a lot of people but you didn't expect it to be this many. Your social anxiety is getting the best of you, you're really really trying your best to seem normal as possible. Still, you can't help it when you fidget.

🦋 You subconsciously started swinging the pen that is in between your thumb and index finger. You didn't notice that the point touches the Crown Prince skin as you swing it.

🦋 Eros suddenly grabbed your hand, forcing you to a stop. You flinch at the sudden contact (hopefully no one noticed), you turn to look at the Crown Prince beside you. He put the meeting to a halt and asked everyone to scram.

🦋 After all others had left, he turned to you, his hand still holding yours while his other hand held your jaw. His gaze on you was so sharp and intimidating you couldn't face him at all so instead you looked down and there you saw what you had done.

🦋 Your nervousness and shock was completely visible to Eros who laughed at the sight. It wasn't helpful at all, you know what kind of person your boss is and it made you feel scared of him, already overthinking of what may happen to you, yet Eros only calmly stood up from his seat and held your jaw stronger, making you look up at him.

🦋 He merely told you to calm yourself first before you return to his office. With that, he patted your head before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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2 Additionals 《Callisto Regulus, Cale Henituse》

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Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess/ Villains Are Destined To Die

Callisto Regulus

"Crown Prince of the Eorka Empire"

🦋 Since you had nothing to do, you decided to go annoy your partner. As you arrive in his office, you just slam open the door and there, revealed your peacefully sleeping partner resting on his table with his arms as his pillow.

🦋 But you weren't just gonna stop there just because he is sleeping. After closing the door, you approach the table Callisto is sleeping at. Your eyes comes across the pen that lays beside him.

🦋 Grinning evilly, you pick up the pen and started doodling on Callisto's face. After some time, you notice his brows furrowing, indicating that he was going to fully awake soon, so you place back the pen from where you found it to avoid suspicion and skedaddled before you get caught.

🦋 Callisto stretched his arms that he used as his pillow. Finally getting the motivation, he stood up from his seat and decided to walk around a bit, as he walked past a mirror he noticed something and stopped on his tracks, he walks back to the mirror and saw his face now covered with doodles.

🦋 There is only one person that he allows to enter in his office without needing permission nor knocking and that person is most certainly the culprit of this. But he needs to wash his face first.

🦋 Callisto finally found the culprit, reading a book at the library as if they hadn't done nothing at all. A dark shadow looms over you thus you couldn't read properly anymore, you were going to scold whoever it was yet it turned out to only be your partner, Callisto, who was smiling back at you.

🦋 I suggest you sleep with one eye open tonight, he warned, and you were obviously gonna take this advice as you know very well what was gonna happen on your beauty sleep.

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Trash Of The Count's Family/ Lout Of Count's Family

Original! Cale Henituse

🦋 You and Cale have known since you were just little kids, you two had grown with such a strong friendship, you both were unseparable and unbreakable.

🦋 Lately you've been noticing that things have been a little different between you and your great friend. You both had barely spend time with each other not even trying to check up on the other. You've been busy with your duties as the heir of your family, and Cale busy doing his own stuff. Even when you both happen to cross paths with each other, he acts as though he doesn't notice you at all. Today however, he couldn't turn around anymore.

🦋 You were sitting on the tree you and Cale had claimed as your own, accompanied with leaves dancing with the wind as you compose poems on your newly-bought notebook yet you feel so uninspired. Your heart couldn't help but feel restless as you began to comprehend the growing distance between you and Cale.

🦋 Had you done or said something insensitive to him without realizing? No that couldn't be possible, you're aware of topics that are deemed taboo to Cale. Is it because you haven't spend a spare time with him? But Cale is knows how you are busy with your duties and you did promised to him that if you had the chance, you'd take a day off with him. Is it because you hadn't checked up on him? You know how reckless he can be yet miraculously he can still stand on his own two feet. You trust him a lot to know that he'll be fine though you still feel worried about him everytime.

🦋 And speaking of the devil, there he is, standing beside you with wide eyes as he didn't expect to face you today. You grab his legs and forcedly plop him down beside before he could run off, you are on top of him with your hands on either side of his head to avoid him from escaping. While you are determined to bring back the bond you both once shared, Cale's face is almost of the same color of his hair, he is extremely flustered from the position you're both in, if anyone could see this they would surely misunderstand.

🦋 You confronted Cale and he explained to you that he just didn't want to bother you at all, you sighed in relief, you thought you had done something wrong to him. You moved back to the place you were originally sitting as Cale finally gets to sit down properly.

🦋 You fiddled with the pen you were holding, then suddenly you remembered a memory from your childhood with Cale. You indicate to Cale for him to give you his hand and he did, wondering what you were gonna do but didn't dare ask. You started doodling on his wrist, a stickman and a stickwoman both holding ice creams.

🦋 "Is this–hmm... is this suppose to be us?" Cale guessed, you nodded cheerfully then asked him if he still remembered that day, and he cracked in a fit of laughter remembering that time you both tasted ice cream for the very first time, your reaction was most amusing.

🦋 The sun had already set to let the moon shine for the night, yet none of you bothered as you and Cale were too busy remembering memories you both share since your childhood up until now.

🦋 Who would have thought that happiness can be cut short that easily. Those laughter that you should cherish fades into mere memories. It was only yesterday but today is a new day, and new day can come new beginnings.

🦋 You didn't expect that your friend who just came back to normal, is not him. Your friend you've had a strong bond with, is not him anymore. Your friend you grown to love, will never be him. But is it really over just like this?

🦋 Same bodies but different souls. Can you really not be happy with him anymore? Are you really gonna lose this friendship? Could there really be no bond that may form at all? Is it really impossible to fall in love with the new him as he is? Or will you still cling to the hope for him to return as he was?

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Honestly, Oceanie

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#manhwa #manhwa x reader #trash of the count's family #tcf cale #lcf manhwa #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse x reader #og!cale henituse #death is the only ending for a villainess #callisto regulus #your throne #i want to be you just for a day #eros orna vasilios #i tamed a tyrant and ran away #the taming of the tyrant #dylan sean blade #the villainess is a marionette #rezef hill #regef hill #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #the way to protect the heroine's brother #jeremy agriche x reader #jeremy agrece #dion agriche x reader #deon agrece #twtptflob #manhwa fanfic #x reader #oceanie writing #oceanie:)

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw Thinkin’ about lazy morning kisses….that turns into lazy making out….that turns into grinding against each other….that turns into….slow, soft, morning sex…..that turns into taking a warm shower together…….that turns into making breakfast together……stealing little kisses here ‘n there while cooking…..that turns into a half burnt breakfast, but it’s never tasted better :))

#dgisywus lunch break thot for today <3 #I AM ILL I NEED THIS SO FUCKIN’ BAD #thinkin’ about Solomon or Simeon specifically~ #maybe Luci too if you can get him away from his brothers for a few days <333 #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me! #obey me #om! #obmswd #obmswd smut #obmswd x reader #om! smut #om! x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me solomon x reader #obey me simeon x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me belphie x reader #roro writes #x reader smut #x reader #hsr x reader #hsr smut #anime smut #anime x reader

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Weird Habits TR Men Have with Their S/O:

Haitani Ran

☠️ He has a tendency to play with his partner's belt loops or drawstrings. It's nearly unconscious, the way his long fingers just find their way to his s/o's hips and just kind of amuse himself. There are times he does it to mess with them; he's Haitani Ran, after all. If they're walking in a crowded place, he'll pull his partner by the drawstring of their pants/jacket and call it a leash. Whenever he wants a kiss, he'll pull them by the belt loops.

Haitani Rindou

☠️ This four-eyed bean has his partner as the holder of his glasses. If he has to square up, his glasses will be hanging off his s/o's collar or sitting atop their head. If they happened to wear glasses too, he messes with them by pressing his fingers on the lens (this lil bitch). When he can't find his glasses, his partner will always be the first he'll ask.

Kurokawa Izana (the red color won't work tf-)

☯️ His little habit is fairly simple—he always has a hand on his s/o's waist. No matter if they're seated, walking, running even. He himself isn't sure why he does it so much, but he claims that it makes him feel secure of their presence. His grip is always firm, but not enough to feel forceful. It's snug, and his skin is warm. Plus, it's easier for him to pull his partner in and steal a few kisses.

Kakucho Hitto

🤜🏼 He rubs his thumb over his partner's knuckles all the time. He likes to hold hands, and revels in the size difference. His are rough, battle-scarred and a bit bony; his s/o's are so soft in comparison. He once told them that he loves feeling the skin on their knuckles because it's nothing like his, and that it bolsters a need for him to keep it that way. As long as he's around, they wouldn't have to fight or sully their hands.

Thoughts.

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