#ror smut

✧˚ · . Loki

RUN. Oh a virgin? So you never had penetrative sex? What about oral? Not even a finger? What about masturbat— RUUUNNN he won't stop with the question! To make you embarrassed with the worst question ever! And the innuendos! I don't think they count anymore as innuendos since Loki IS clearly stating that he can have sex with you now to teach you anything about sex. If you refuse it's ok, but unless you tell him you are uncomfortable with his innuendos or teasing you with everything he can think of.

✧˚ · . Buddha

"Cool. Want some candy?" You could literally tell him everything about yourself and that's the reaction you will get, depending on how serious the thing you are talking about is of course. If he senses you really feel uncomfortable he will still offer candy and then asks more, but if it's something like this... Yeah. It doesn't really matter to him, Buddha won't mention it further. You will get some dirty jokes and innuendos there and there, but that's it.

✧˚ · . Apollo

Love of my life, sun of my earth... Fucking shut up. When you tell him he will be... Surprised. Like a small gasp leaves his mouth and his eye open type of surprise, as if you are telling him some juicy gossip. Kind of like Loki, just differently: instead of asking questions to embarrass/annoy you, he's telling you how sex is and how he can be your first if one day you ever feel like doing it. Apollo is kind of tempting/teasing you in a way lol

✧˚ · . Hermes

He will smile and tell you not to worry, they are plenty of people (and gods) who aren't interested in sex, didn't have it yet, or are waiting for a perfect occasion/person. It's ok, everyone is different. However you will see a smirk appearing on Hermes face immediately after, saying how "he can help you decide if you want" and then, seeing how red and flustered you are, he will laugh gently and say he was only joking. Well, unless...

✧˚ · . Thor

He will look at you and give you a nod, kissing your forehead. And that's it lol. Thor won't comment it, won't say any joke or anything at all, he will wait for you to initiate things if you ever want to. He's very respectful, as long as you are happy he's happy too. It doesn't really matter to him if you are a virgin or not, unlike Loki, he won't make such a scandal about it. It's okay, he just knows he'll need to take care of you extra carefully on your first night.

✧˚ · . Beelzebub

I can't help but think that this boy is a virgin too... So when you tell him that you are a virgin Beelzebub should say "oh yeah? Same", will he say it? No. You won't know directly, you will kind of tell because of how... petrified he is when you initiate something, or when the situation gets steamier lmaooo He will quickly regain his composure and be more secure and calm, but something is... Off. Even if he isn't a virgin, Beelzebub doesn't really care if you are. They are more important things (your health, for example).

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How curious.

Your hair is still tied behind you in the low bun you always wear, shoulders slightly hunched in your baggy clothes. Being fed steadily along with the others in the year you’ve been with him, he’d hoped you would gain some muscle or weight but you don’t seem to. Maybe it’s connected to the stress caused by your former peers? Either way as one of his favorites he’d like very much to help you feel better. Smiling in what he means to be comfort, Qin Shi gestures to your clothing.

You hesitate— moving to step back before a large hand wraps around your ankle, lightening fast as he holds you in place.

“I-i..”, you stammer, acutely aware of the heat from his wet hand bleeding through your skin.

“I can’t…” You finish lamely and he huffs mainly in confusion but also annoyance. He’s trying to help so why must you fight him at every turn of it?

“And why not?”

It’s straightforward— not something you can talk your way around and fuck if it doesn’t make you sweat. For once you wish his blindfold was on as his eyes bore into yours even as they actively avoid him.

You’ve been acting strange…why? He’s been suspicious at times but now he’s sure. There’s more you’ve been leaving out, the question is what?

Without so much more as a warning than the sound of suddenly disturbed water, Qin Shi hoists himself out of the bath to stand before you completely naked— water dripping generously from every thick, delicious muscled curve. Gasping, you try to step back but a thick arm shoots out, hand closing around your shirt in a tight fist, dragging your face close to his.

“What are you hiding, boy?”

He growls against your face, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Qin Shi watches your face drop— something like panic setting in as you gulp so hard you almost choke.

“N-nothing! My Lor-“,

“Bullshit.”

Your heart beats so fast and thudding that he can hear it. The words leave your mouth too quickly, furthering his suspicions. Dark eyes search your pretty face wildly for any hint of what it could be. He doesn’t believe you to be a threat but he doesn’t believe in taking unnecessary risks with just the two of you— mind racing from least to worse scenarios for your secrecy. And he so irritated for some reason though he’s not entirely sure it’s all on you. At this point he’s prepared for pretty much anything.

“It’s a bath— take your clothes off.” You shouldn’t be— especially with him being so rough but that’s precisely why you are.

Wet.

You can’t help it. Briefly you wonder how different things would be if you told the truth from the start. Would you be where you are right now? Would he treat you gentler? You find that you don’t want him to. A firm hand suited him too well.

Apparently, you take too long— a stark contrast to your usually instant initiative. Leaning down so his nose almost touches yours, the gesture is meant to be intimidating but all you can think is how good he smells and looks even better. It’s hard to focus with him so close and you slowly shake your head.

“Um…I- forgive me my lord”, you squeeze your eyes shut. Bracing for impact, “but no. I truly cannot.”

“Oh?” He scoffs, minutely indulging you, “But I wasn’t asking.”

“B-but”, you try feebly, “but why?” For a second he’s caught off guard by how cute you sound.

“You’ve piqued my curiosity,” your heart stops at that. “Whatever it is, I’d very much like to know. Besides, keeping secrets from your Lord just won’t do.”

“I’m…shy?” You can’t help but try one more time— one last ditch attempt to dodge the hangman.

He’s quiet for a beat, thoroughly looking you over with an expression you can’t read before stepping back…

and pushing you into the water.

Gracelessly you fall into the hot bath, flailing around until you resurface. You could swim but that wasn’t your main concern— your clothes are sticking to you. Your eyes blink the water away furiously as you wade to the edge like a wet cat. Hoisting yourself up, you jump only to feel your pants be yanked down as soon as you hop up, pulled clean off you.

Immediately you try to drop back into the water but muscled arms hook under your ass and push you back up. With a speed to rival his own, you slam your legs shut. You even go so far as to cross them at your calves, effectively blocking his view.

Is this the big secret? You weren’t a eunuch? Still, he’s too curious to just go off his own assumption. He needs to hear it from you,

“Open.” Voice deep and stilling as he commands you. Looking at him with wide pleading eyes, you open your mouth to stutter out what he knows is another excuse or distraction but he cuts you off before you can even start.

“Now.” A thrum of heat pulses through you. The dominance in his order has you trembling, natural instincts begging you to just submit. Impressively enough, you don’t.

He’s out of patience.

Yanking you to the edge like he’s making to drag you back underwater, you flounder to catch yourself, unhooking your legs in the process.

You only realize your mistake when you feel him suddenly freeze. Hurriedly, you look down with a wince and certainly enough…

His eyes are locked right on your pussy.

Qin Shi blinks once, then twice— wordlessly hooking his arms around your thighs before you can hide again. Heart in your throat, it still manages to race out of control, making your voice shake.

“Please— I- I can explain”, you speak clearly now, he notes. Not that hoarse whisper you always seem to have and now he understands its reason. While lovely, your voice was undeniably that which belonged to a woman. Huffing out a weary sigh, he flicks his eyes off your snatch when it twitches at the feel of his breath and shakes his head. He said he was prepared for anything? How wrong he was.

“It”, you swallow, “It’s not exactly a secret—”,

Cutting off your appeals, he asks the first thing that came to mind when he saw your naked sex.

“What’s your name? Your real one.” Since the cat was out of the bag, you suppose there’s no need to hide it; whispering it to him so softly that the steam almost carries it away.

He repeats it, looking into your eyes as you nod before he continues— this time as a request.

“Can I? See the rest?” He doesn’t have to elaborate, you know what he means. Wriggling atop the warm limestone, you lift your waterlogged top off you; revealing your bound chest before undoing that too. Letting your breasts bounce to their natural state and immediately, it all begins to click.

You weren’t all stick and bones, the oversized clothing was to hide your shape, he realizes trailing his eyes from your now loose hair with you propped up by your elbows down your body. And what a shape you had— all soft and pretty.

He’s not mad which is good because that means your life is no longer in danger. But he still needs to know—

“Why did you lie?”

You sigh, the sound heavy with weight of your truth. “It was just safer.” His eyes widen as yours slip shut. “I needed work without the high chances of being kidnapped and sold.” Ah. The life of young women wasn’t exactly a relaxing or safe one. You just needed work. Work meant money and money meant food and housing but you lucked out. Working at the palace under the guise of a man meant you didn’t have to worry about any of that.

Qin Shi now knew of that painful reality.

Shaking his head again, he lets his forehead drop against your tummy— your startled squeak making him chuckle. All this excitement after an already draining day has him feeling more over it than usual.

“Sorry for being so rough with you earlier…”, his muffled apology vibrates your skin as warmth creeps up your body, pooling in your face.

“S’okay…”, your shy little reassurance has him giddy as he lifts his head, wading backwards further into the bath, offering his hand to you.

Trying to shrug off your embarrassment at being completely naked in front of The Emperor of all men, you take it, following him in. You knew your luck was shit but damn. Slipping into the water, you dip your body deeper, leaning your head back with a pleased sigh.

Amiable silence fills the space as you slowly relax, getting used to being who you are so openly while Qin Shi struggles to adjust. To the point where it’s hard to relax with the weight of his eyes on you as the puffs of your nipples peek through the water from you floating lazily on your back.

The hot water is absolute heaven on your aching body and the oils in it have you feeling oh so smooth as you let out another breathy sigh. You feel his movement by the rippling of the water as he wades closer to you. Breathing in some of the steam, you peek your eye open at him.

“Is there something troubling you, my lord?” He shakes his head, flowing around you as he grins.

“Not at all, I just wasn’t expecting to have such lovely company tonight is all.” Both eyes pop open at that, hot cheeks dimple softly as you stifle a flattered giggle, glee rushing through you and you stop floating to face him. He called you lovely.

“Lord Qin-“,

“Ying Zheng,” he corrects you. If you were going to be a man who was actually a woman then you could use his birth name. It sounds just as sweet as he thought it would coming from a beauty like yourself.

“—are you flirting with me?” You try to keep your tone neutral, unaffected but you sound too tickled, voice light and teasing as you swim around each other. He hums in contemplation,

“Should I not? Are you wife to anyone?” He keeps his voice even, breezy while he waits eagerly for your answer. Much to his delight, you shake your head no.

His grin spreads into something that makes your thighs clench, excitement making you jittery as you tease, splashing him lightly before you go back to floating on your back.

“Any more questions?”

Qin Shi laughs, low and pleased in his throat, nodding slowly. “Actually I do..”, you make a sound for him to continue.

“Does anyone else know-“, you cut him off with a dry snort. “Absolutely not.” He hums again, eyeing you all over and his intensity makes you shiver, nipples hardening.

“So all this time I should’ve been calling you pretty girl, no?” You’re positive that your flush has spread all the way down to your chest, not expecting him to be such a sweet talker.

“You could— but then you’d give me away.”

“Ahh. Then only when it’s just us two…”, his low voice trails off as you give a delayed hum not even surprised that you weren’t fired.

What an interesting night this was turning out to be.

Tapping your thigh from beneath the water, Qin Shi pulls you to stand before answering your confused look.

“I still need to check you over— see to your wellbeing and all that, remember?” Your heart skips a beat. Fuck, you forgot about that and the circumstances now compared to when he said it are completely different. Still, you can’t help the anticipation that wells up inside your chest.

Wading backwards, Qin Shi follows; helping you hoist yourself up on the warm stone, eyes following every drop of water running down your curves. Bringing your knees in and out the water, you go to stand up when he stops you with a hand around your calf.

“No need to strain yourself, I can check juuust fine from here.”

He’s eye level with your pussy and you both know that. You stifle a shiver, remembering how his breath felt against your exposed pussy.

Taking your silence as hesitation, he comforts you by massaging your legs— rubbing up and down your soft skin warmed by the heat of the water. “Is that okay, pretty girl?”

Fuck yes.

You nod vigorously, gasping at the bolt of electricity to your core as he firmly kneads up your calves to your thighs, asking here and there if anything hurt.

The pressure of his large hands feels so good that you feel yourself slip, moaning weakly as you point to your knee. “..hurts there.” The discolored bruising from all the times you caught yourself after being pushed by your childish peers. Poor girl. Cooing softly, he hooks his hands under your knees— making you lie flat on your back as he brings one to his mouth, kissing the skin tenderly before laving his tongue across.

You jolt, hand flying up to cover your mouth from what you don’t doubt to be a whorishly desperate moan as he does the same to your other knee before sucking hot kisses up your inner thighs. Defined jaw working hard while he slurps at the hypersensitive skin next to your drooling cunt.

Now, in his defense, Qin Shi really did plan on holding back it’s just… he’s always had a strong preference to you. It’s why he kept you so close. You were competent and funny and soothing— pretty too and he was more than content just keeping you around as he wasn’t sure a relationship would be suitable with a man since he was expected to produce heirs but now? He wants to keep you under him, full of him, dripping off him and whatever else.

Spreading your thighs even further, he takes his time kissing everywhere around your folds. You’re so sensitive the anticipation makes you restless, squirming as you switch between looking down at him and the sparkling ceiling. Looking up your soft stomach to the swells of your chest, Qin Shi wonders how the hell he could’ve missed it.

Your breathy sigh bursts into a sharp moan as he lets his tongue fall out, lapping a firm strip through your wet pussy lips. The muscle hot and greedy as it laps from your slippery hole up to your throbbing clit. Qin Shi groans deep in his chest at your taste, so gushy that each time he licks his palette is replaced by another wave of your honeyed slick as you cry for him.

Seriously, how the fuck could he have missed it?

Your keening voice makes his blood simmer, sharp and restless under his skin making him hungrier with each dulcet whine from your pretty mouth. The cute nub at the top of you pulses erratically and he spits on it, making you gasp at the depravity of it before he’s slurping it into his mouth— scorching tongue stroking hard beneath the hood and your skin just about vibrates off your skeleton. White bursts behind your eyes, raw pleasure making them roll back into your skull, hips bucking wildly while you scream.

Fuck.

His cock throbs in response to you, hooking his beefy arms around your thighs to still you. The sounds of him sucking you off are obscene at this point— wet and messy as he hums; popping off your overworked clit to fuck you with his tongue.

Your chest caves from how hard you gasp, hands shooting down to pull at the wet strands of his hair, struggling with everything in you not to break under the spine tingling pleasure.

He’s in his own little world as he drinks in your pussy like it really was the last thing he would taste, curling the thick muscle against your walls— mouth suctioned over the entirety of your cunt as his tongue puts you through hell with every delicious ‘schlick’.

“O-Oh god-!”

Mmm, he’s preening at that. You’re so sweet, calling out to him— your god. Hiccuping wails turn into bleating sobs as you undulate your hips into his face, big hands sliding underneath your ass to help you fuck yourself on his mouth.

The air is heavy not just from the steam but the suffocating heat of your shared desperation. Your sweetness making him a little insane as he curves his thrusting tongue towards your bellybutton, slick thumb coming up to roll your clit in mean, thorough circles…

You go slack, head and body dropping against the ground as you cum violently.

Qin Shi moans at the first spurt of cream from your cunt, doubling down to pull you through every debilitating wave of ecstasy; slurping filthily as your release floods his mouth— coating his lips and tastebuds.

When he finally decides to pulls his mouth off you, you’re boneless. Staring listlessly up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath through the cotton filling your ears.

You never came that hard in your life— not even from your own hand and maybe that’s a good thing because you’re positive you pulled something. Qin Shi kisses up your body, burying his face in your neck as he sucks his marks onto your skin; sharp canines tracing the area before he’s licking up your jawline. Ravenous and primal which is exactly how he kisses you.

His mouth is wicked as your tastes mix together. You’re warm, and so soft. The plush skin of your lips impossibly tender under his mouth and he growls, forcing himself to pull away before he really loses it.

The sound your lips make when they part is luscious and full, stirring heavily at that ignited something in his core but gods the way you look at him… rushing back to your mouth is all he can do— sucking your bottom lip between his and you make that needy little noise dragging his most primal instincts to the surface.

Groaning raw with the promise to ruin you, he coaxes your head to the side so he can kiss you deeper, taste you deeper.

Even though he already did but he needs more.

He can’t get on top of you fast enough.

Deliriously he swears that he must be drunk, must be high— moving his head to the rhythm of your languidly deepening kisses like a man hypnotized. But stars above, he can’t stop, he just can’t. The air is so hot as your kisses grow thick and sticky and so goddamn needy. The rise and fall of your chests quickens as your lips become wetter and raw. Your fingers tighten in his hair, triggering a hail of shivers along his neck. There’s no time to choke his soft groan and so you take it for yourself with hot suck to the corner of his mouth.

Hissing, Qin Shi presses the contours of his beefy muscles flush against you, feeling your softness yield to his hardness as he chases your tongue with his own. A hungry hand squeezes at your ass, making you squeal in delight. He can taste you even better now, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.

You absolutely overwhelm his system with your nails against his scalp, your other hand grabbing and caressing all over him as you thoroughly enjoy his body— your own writhing one pressed to his. The enthusiasm you return with each simmering kiss is fucking him up in the best ways, your noises melting like candy in his mouth.

So, when you slip your hand between your bodies, taking his girthy length in your hand as you position it at your entrance— he doesn’t hesitate to thrust right in, pulling away so he can watch your face melt in pleasure.

He’s big. Dizzyingly so.

You go a bit brainless at the full stretch of him stuffed snug up your dripping pussy, brows drawing together as your jaw drops, a weak punched out moan escaping your lips; staring dead in his face. He cooes at you, at the dazed little look in your blown pupils— sliding out then thrusting back in with a wet slop. Setting a back arching pace.

“Feelin’ good, baby?”

You nod slowly, cunt tightening around him at the sound of his voice. It’s like you’re blissed out all over— moaning prettily as he starts to speed up now that he knows his size isn’t causing you any pain. The way he rolls his hips as he fucks into you has you feeling feverish from the inside out.

He doesn’t even need to actually try to hit those spots in you that make your toes point because he’s just that big. Fucking you so good and so full as the fat head of his cock smacks against your g spot in hot, leaky kisses.

The room fills with the lewd sound of your coupling and distantly you’re grateful for the fact that nights are specifically reserved for his private baths because if anyone were to walk by the door— the evidence would be damning. Jostling your body with every harsh thrust as he fucks you right out of your mind. You cry his name and his eyes roll back at the want in it, moaning down at you.

“Yesss”, he hisses around the concentrating heat curling in his gut while he rearranges yours, “Know it feels reeaaal good…so wet f’me, pretty..” and you were— dripping all over his balls every time he buried himself in your syrupy cunt.

Unable to take any more of your tits bouncing in his face, Qin Shi cups the fat of your chest, squeezing them together and bringing his head down as he sucks both your nipples into his mouth. Back arching, you wail, raking your nails down his incredibly built back but the sting only pushes him more; tongue swirling around the stiff peaks in his sloppy mouth before he bites down on the puffy nubs.

“N-nghh! Fuucck!”

The sound of him inside of you changes— sounding a little less wet and a lot more creamy. It makes his spine tingle, teething off your nipples to look down.

White rings cling to his cock with every deep slam into your pussy and the sight knocks the air out of his chest as he’s abruptly flung closer to orgasm. He can’t cum though because he needs you to cum first. His pretty, clever girl.

Drooling, you’re totally useless to the way he folds you, hands sliding down his back to grab his ass while he’s railing you stupid with how the angle puts him even deeper.

Ruthlessly fucking you through the stretch with everything he’s got, he brings a hand down to strum your twitching clit until that burning chasm in your stomach sucks you in crushing you in the pressure and intensity of your brutal orgasm.

So overstimulated, you sob through it and that combined with the way your wet cunt sucks his cock— hurtles Qin Shi off to his end as he flounders to hold onto something to ground himself in the storm of euphoria. Blindly, his hand clamps around your windpipe in a tight grip.

Choking, your pussy gets even tighter from the sudden cut of airflow, sharp arousal prolonging your high as you get fucked through both your orgasms. Grappling at his thick arm, you squirm— trying to fight the pressure that’s right there but one last hump to your clit as he empties himself in you and you erupt.

Liquid bliss jets out against his lower abs with surprising force as you cum until you black out, jaw going slack as your eyes roll back, tears streaming down your face.

“Thaaat’s it, sweetness… lemme have it..”

Groaning throatily, he watches the erotic display lodged deep in your overstuffed pussy, rolling against you until the stream eventually stops.

Kissing softly at your cheeks, he cradles your unconscious body gently as he slowly slips out of you.

Taking a deep breath, he tries to settle his heart from all the adrenaline pumping while he busies himself by guiding you back in the water, laying your back to his chest, your lower half floating in the water as he wades you both through the large space.

He hasn’t felt this good in a while. Relaxed and tingling, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, tightening his arm around you, mind full of all the precautions you two would now have to take. You didn’t want anyone else to know you’re a woman and he’s more than okay with respecting your wishes. Also, he knows he’ll have to at least try to treat you the same for appearance’s sake but he already sees the list of rules you two are bound to stay breaking.

Eventually, consciousness returns to you in a dawn of lights. Blinking blearily, you feel lips press into your cheek and you snuggle deeper against the firm body holding yours in the heated water with a pleased sigh.

Qin Shi smiles at your contentedness, leaning down to kiss you again because he can’t help himself.

“How do you feel? Sore at all?”

His worry is sweet. You don’t hurt anywhere right now but you’ll definitely feel it in the morning, more than anything though you’re tired. Being put through the floor will do that to a girl.

Smiling softly, you shake your head, closing your eyes as you let him shift you through the water. You’re almost too relaxed— suddenly remembering something and your eyes pop open, gasping as you grasp his biceps.

“I need to get back to my room! I’ll be late for roll call in the morn—“, your panic is cut off by the face lovingly nosing up your throat.

“Nonsense. You’re staying with me tonight”, he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You’d argue, really— it’s just you’re so tired and it’s such bliss finally being in the arms of someone that you’ve had your eye on that you find yourself shrugging.

Tilting your head back onto his broad shoulders, you give into his distracting kisses with a breathy hum.

“I guess I can, if you say it’s fine…”

“Mhmm”, he hums, audibly occupied by the luscious feel of you and you whine for his more focused attention.

“You— ah! You just can’t keep me up all night, okay?” Since you still had duties to attend to in the morning and all day after which he should know considering half of those duties involved him.

But it seems luck won’t stay on your side when he cups your chest, rolling your nipples with a hot lick up your ear.

“No promises…”

Conquest makes sense in the language of history after all, but devotion does not. 

So, it really is strange. Alien, even. 

You can’t help but sigh at the thought: he is a man who has bent the warring states to his will, who has leveled walls and reformed laws.

Yet he somehow can’t manage to restrain the urgent need to know what you ate that day, what kind of clothes you wore, whether the moonlight reached your balcony, or whether the wind chilled your shoulders. 

It’s maddening, really. 

One could almost laugh at the juxtaposition, except that you also feel the sting of being simultaneously worshipped and suffocated.

Because god, his affection is so suffocating: he writes letters so frequently that your own hand aches just thinking of answering them—specifically, letters that will fold into themselves with frustration when you fail to respond immediately.

Yes, it’s that bad to the point that you almost wished that the next letter would never come. 

You knew that it’s a terrible wish—yet, the thought persists with the stubbornness of a bruise you keep pressing to see if it still hurts.

Because god forbid you dare to want even a single moment of time for yourself.

You let out another breath of exhaustion as the sun drapes the hall in molten gold, painting the polished surfaces with a radiant sheen as your hands hovered over the lacquered trays before you.

Pearlescent grains of rice glistened like morning dew, each tiny pearl steaming warmly.

Beside it, emerald ribbons of bok choy shimmered, shining with a coat of sesame oil, while slender slices of blanched and lightly pickled lotus root, crunch like autumn leaves between your teeth while braised meats glistened under a sheen of ginger-scallion sauce.

A goblet of jade-colored tea exhales a gentle bitterness into the room, curling around the incense smoke that drifts from the open veranda.

All of those delicious foods were one of the perks of… having Yin Zheng enamoured with you.

It’s the little things that makes him bearable, at least.

You lifted a chopstick, hesitating as the savory aroma teases your appetite. The first bite is indulgent—a delicate explosion of sweet and umami.

Just as you pierce a tender slice of pork, a rush of footsteps cracks the serenity. 

“Greetings m-my liege, forgive me for disrupting your uhm.. feast.” A shaky voice from behind the doors uttered loudly, followed by a knock.

'Oh no, god—don’t tell me it’s another letter again. It’s either that or some stupid court members are fighting again for no reason.' You thought in despair, already feeling a headache settle within your skull.

“...Come in.”

Your eye gave a faint twitch of irritation as your fingers tightened around the chopsticks ever so slightly as the door slid open, revealing a servant whose thin amber eyes were filled with panic, obsidian curly hair wet from the humid air and sweat—while he clutched a letter in his chest.

…And you felt your mood instantly sour the moment you saw the seal.

Fuck. It’s definitely Yin Zheng and his yapping again, isn’t it?

“My l-liege! You have received another letter… from king Yin Zheng himself!” the servant exclaims, bowing so low that the hem of his robes grazes the polished floor.

Of course, it’s from him. Who else, but him? You almost rolled your eyes at the dramatic declaration.

You huffed as you set down your chopsticks with deliberate slowness, speaking slowly to hide the annoyance hiding in your mellifluous voice. “…Another?”

The servant nods, flushed from the sudden dash. “…Yes, my liege. The seal is fresh.”

“Give it to me then,”

You waved him away with two tired fingers, already rubbing at your temple as the servant placed the silk-wrapped scroll in your hands.

The wax is still warm beneath your fingers. So… this could only mean that he probably wrote it just hours ago.

Ugh.

You broke the seal, and god, did the first sentence sparked a sense of indignation within your chest.

You are cruel.

The letter accused without preamble, prompting your eyebrows to twitch down into a furrow.

I write to you beneath the frosting air and bloodshed, and still you do not answer. Are my victories so small to you? Is my devotion so easily ignored?

What the hell is he babbling about now? Your lips twitched into a dry, incredulous laugh.

I conquered Han last week, and I thought of you. The nights are unbearable without your lovely words. Do you know how cruel your silence is? I feel like my soul is ripping apart when I don’t receive any messages from you. I’ve sent you three letters, yet you did not reply—am I really that unimportant to you? You ignored me— me, your king, [Name]. How could you be so cruel to do that?

“What the fuck…” you whispered, tone steeped in disbelief. “He conquers a kingdom and expects a love letter in return?”

What a joke. Your grip cinched around the parchment, then slackened as you released it to not tear it apart by mistake.

If this was the first time you’ve received such letters from him—you would feel a faint stir of guilt in your heart and a twinge of culpability.

Yet you have grown accustomed to his theatrics by now to even feel a sliver of effects from his antics.

He invariably resorted to this childish behavior when you don’t reply to his messages after all.

You leaned back against the cushions, weariness settling into your bones as your lips drew into a tight line, null irises still fixed on the letter.

You noticed that the brushwork grew sharper and more agitated the further down the silk your eyes traveled, as if his hand had pressed harder with every line.

I eat alone. I sleep surrounded by men who would slit my throat for a title, and yet it is your absence that unsettles me most. Last night, I had a dream about you; you were standing behind my throne, but your exquisite eyes, oh those eyes that I adore, those eyes are blank, so hollow and bitter it can be compared to a mosquito repellent—a herbal fumigation!

And perhaps that dream is telling me that I was nothing but a mere mosquito ringing and annoying you. The way you looked at me in that dream feels as if you are measuring whether I am still worth the trouble of breathing.

If I die on campaign, will you finally write to me? Or will your cold heart remain stagnant?

‘Did he just compare me to a smoke?’ you wondered, clearly unimpressed, your mouth falling into a flat line as you registered all of those words.

Gods above, he was so needy. 

No, needy can’t even cover that sheer act of emotional impecuniosity he’s performing.

“…Needy bastard,” you murmured, rubbing your temples as though you could physically press the oppressive weight from your skull.

You glance at the abandoned pork, appetite thoroughly ruined. You allowed the silence to stretch before your voice lifts to break the silence.

“You.” You called out, ”Are you still lurking behind my spine?”

The servant stiffens as if struck by lightning. He had, indeed, been standing far too straight for far too long, eyes fixed somewhere above your head, as if stillness might render him invisible.

“Y-yes— I mean— my liege,” he blurted, dropping into another deep bow.

Your head pivoted slowly towards the servant. “Stay. I’m writing a reply.”

A flicker of relief crossed his features, swiftly eclipsed by his unwavering sense of duty. 

He straightened further, his posture becoming ramrod stiff. “At once, my liege.”

A sharp grimace of discomfort contorted your features, clearly visible this time at the words. The gilded cage of titles and honorifics you never felt like you deserved have always felt offending to you for some reasons.

You don’t really appreciate them—but perhaps, that’s just the way you were raised—to reject avarice and be humble.

To accept what you have been given, and not ask for anything more—and more importantly, never covet what isn’t rightfully yours. Because greediness will only serve as the catalyst for your downfall. 

A weary sigh escaped you as you rose, the fine silk of your robes rustling softly with your ascent from the plush cushions. The room felt too stiflingly warm now, the ambience thick, but perhaps it was just your irritation crawling under your skin.

“Stop calling me that...” you scolded, voice tinged with dreariness as you strode towards the desk.  “I’m not your liege. I’m just a servant, like you are.”

He stiffened, his shoulders tensing as his amber irises dilated in surprise—as if he didn’t expect those words to come out from your mouth.

You cannot blame him for that reaction though; you were always with Yin Zheng—so, it’s only natural to assume that you were as pompous as the aforementioned man.

“B-but my liege—”

“I told you already; I have no royal blood. I polish floors just like you do. I am Yin Zheng’s servant, nothing more, nothing less.” You explained, exasperation lacing your voice.

“We’re in the same status.” You craned your neck towards him, mouth curled into a soft frown.

“Forgive me, I—I cannot.” The man stammered, avoiding eye contact with you.

You paused, nimble fingers poised above the inkstone. “Cannot?”

The servant’s throat worked to swallow a knot of trepidation. “If His Majesty were to hear that I addressed you improperly… he would have my head.”

Oh, so that is what it’s about then.

A humorless laugh slipped from your lips. “Oh, he’d do worse than that.”

You dipped the brush into the ink, watching the obsidian pigment unfurl like a blossoming bruise in water.

“If you don’t lick my boots, right now—he’ll kill you for disrespecting me. If you do, he’ll kill you for breathing too close. So go on.” Your chin tilted, eyes half-lidded with irritation as you lightly elevated your ankle.

“Kneel and lick my boots.” 

The servant froze, his eyes crinkling; fear and disgust warring within those amber eyes. His stomach churned, bile creeping up his throat, the thought of pressing his mouth to leather fouled by dust and sweat making his tongue feel swollen, useless, obscene.

‘Nauseating to think of it, isn’t it?’ You mentally taunted him in your head as you watched him unravel. You glanced back at him with narrowed eyes “So?” you prompted mildly.

“Go on. Do it.” Your foot nudged forward again, toe stopping inches from where he stood.

The very color seemed to leach from his face, leaving it a pallid mask as his knees trembled, and for a horrifying second, he actually began to lower himself, his movements jerky and terrified.

‘He actually considers doing that?’ Your brows knit in genuine bewilderment, a faint crease forming between them.

The notion unsettled you—not because of pity, but because of the underlying meaning beneath it.

Does... he have no sense of self preservation?

“Tch.”  For the briefest instant, something like guilt pricked at your chest—an unwelcome, fleeting sensation—for having egged him this far, for cornering him until degradation seemed like a viable option.

But it vanished just as quickly, smothered by your disdain; spineless and overly docile people annoy you after all. They grate on your nerves just as much Yin Zheng’s clinginess does.

“Don’t,” you bit out, your foot withdrew, not in mercy, but in repudiation. “Blind acquiescence leads to damnation. Remember that, if your little brain can remember anything at all.”

He halted mid-motion, caught between standing and kneeling. Bewilderment flickered nakedly across his features, fear momentarily eclipsed by confusion, his brows drawing together as his gaze darted uncertainly toward you.

“Y-Yes… my—” He bit the word back, lips pressing together, not wanting to anger you further.

You turned away from him dismissively. “Just stand there and breathe quietly. That’s all I require of you.”

You sat at the desk, unrolling some fresh scroll of paper. Then, you began writing;

My dearest Yin Zheng, 

Your letters arrive faster than I can finish my food. I am not cold—I am tired. Yes, you are conquering states but I have to manage the aftermath of men who think your shadow gives them authority. I received your last three letters but I did not answer because if I did, you would write six more. Control yourself. A king who begs is an ugly thing. You want to unify all the warring kingdoms but can’t even gather your own thoughts? Reflect on yourself, Yin Zheng.

But… I am glad you are alive. Eat properly. Sleep when you can. I will write again when there is something worth saying. I’d rather have you tell me when you are coming back rather than your endless complains.

You signed your name simply, without any flourish.  When the ink dried, you rolled the paper, sealed it with wax, and pressed your thumb into it without ceremony.

“Take it,” you huffed, breath roughened with impatience, arm extending behind you without the courtesy of a glance.

The servant stepped forward, hands shaking as he received it like a holy relic. “Y-Yes. I will deliver it at once.”

“See that it reaches him quickly,” you muttered. The servant bowed and turn his back on you, feet tangling as panic overtook protocol.

Only once he reached the doorway did he pivot and flee. The door closed behind him with a dull, final thud, sealing the room in silence once more

“Hahh... damn you, Yin Zheng.”

You muttered as your thoughts drifted—uninvited, relentless—back to the beginning.

You still remembered the first time you met Yin Zheng. He couldn’t have been more than ten; you had been Xiaowen’s servant then, still young, yet tucked neatly into the background, trained to keep your gaze lowered while your mind absorbed everything it wasn’t meant to.

When King Zhaoxiang died, the court cracked open like a wood getting cut down by a sharp axe. When Xiaowen followed his father into the earth soon after, the air grew heavy, stagnant, fouled with the sense that something had gone terribly wrong.

A curse, some murmured. You believed it, in your own way.

And then Yin Zheng was summoned back to Qin, dragged out of Zhao like a long-forgotten debt finally called in.

He was thin and watchful back then, already dangerous in the way neglected children often are. He stood apart from the others in Zhao, a hostage prince dressed well enough to mock him, poorly enough to remind him he was disposable.

And the blindfold he was wearing only spurred rumors to grow until everyone in Qin concluded that he was a cursed prince; because according to the rumors that had bloomed in the people of Zhao, Yin Zheng was cursed.

What kind of prince suffers from such a unique yet harmful disease? they would ask—but instead, all you could wonder was what kind of child survives it?

Violence lives everywhere after all. And with those cursed eyes, he would suffer all of those damages too. So... how?

It never failed to amaze you.

He was a freak—and by that, you mean that the oddity that clings to him is in a good sense.

You were assigned to him like an afterthought; someone had to make sure the prince ate, slept, survived the journey. They needed someone neutral and someone expendable after all. But god, you never expected him to become the Crowned Prince after your previous master had died.

You expected him to die. But he didn’t and was actually set to be the first to get the throne. 

Yin Zheng was pretty ambitious too—and you thought, at the time, that being ambitious was just another symptom of his unique disease.

Because at night, on the road back to Qin, while the other attendants slept with their mouths open and their hands curled protectively around their sleeves, he would randomly sit upright and murmur to the dark about how he would be the greatest king and fulfill his promise to... what was her name again?

Chun Yan or something..? you can’t really remember the full details.

Nonetheless, you found it amusing at first cause of how random he was. Though, you  did notice that Yin Zheng certainly didn’t dream small; which was a stark contrast from Xiaowen who was quite... a pathetic kid who wallows in self pity and doubt.

He did not speak of surviving court politics or reclaiming a title; he spoke of erasure, of grinding borders into dust, and of ending the noise of rival kings forever so that history itself would be forced to remember a single name.

Yin Zheng.

You thought it was a childish grandiosity because a boy who had been humiliated too long probably cannot help a world that could not hurt him again.

But turns out, you’ve underestimated him.

You watched him become a king the way one watches a storm form: slowly, inevitably, with the sick knowledge that nothing nearby would remain untouched.

But what makes it worse was that you had wanted a quiet ending, of just retiring and living in a small town away from politics or anything.

But you helped raise a man who could not bear silence unless you were there to share it.

And maybe, that was your biggest mistake.

Because now you’re inevitably stuck with him.

A/n: The timeline is set in the 222 BCE and before Yin Zheng defeats Chiyou—and way before Ragnarok.

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