second full week of NaNoWriMo...
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omaewokorosuIt's day 11 of NaNo. I'm supposed to be at 18,333 words minimum as of today.
I'm at 21,379 words, so close to where I'm supposed to be on the 13th. Which is good. I like being ahead, because it means if I stumble and don't write as much as I wanted to or anticipated, I won't fall behind (or if I do I can easily catch up). The trick is to write something every day, even if it's only 500 words, it's better than nothing because I'm still advancing.
Honestly there are times where I'm not quite sure how to advance things with this fic lmao but I try my best and when this is all over I can always cut those bits and refine everything left. Until then, the only thing that really matters is how many words. It's quantity over quality!
Just to give a taste of what this fic contains...
Day 1:
Want to go out and plant flowers? Bring Meliphia with you–and try to keep to the garden!
Want to go out and pick strawberries? Bring Aria with you–and don’t go into the woods!
Want to go out and bring back some beautiful plant cuttings to decorate the home with? Bring Thisbe with you–and don’t wander too far! Try to stay in the garden and surrounding area if you can!
It was getting to the point where Heero wondered if he would need to have someone accompany him to the bathroom and supervise him wiping his own ass. But Heero was a good boy, or so his mother loved to tell him, who did what he was told and kept sweet no matter what. He would always dip his head and say, “Yes, Mother.”
Day 2:
“I want to kiss you,” Rosz whispered, as the flowers of desire and want began to bloom in Heero's chest. “I want to kiss you and touch you.”
Heero’s tongue wetted overly dry lips.
“Then kiss me.”
Rosz cupped Heero's cheeks with his too warm palms of his hands, thumbs caressing and stroking his cheek bones and the skin under his eyes.
“I can see all of the universe reflected in the irises of your eyes.”
“Kiss me,” Heero said impulsively. “Kiss me and taste the universe on my tongue.”
Day 3, when I restarted two days in using the RP as a basis:
“Ah…” Duo grinned, before coming down from the makeshift throne made from dead and rotten trees. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.” Duo sashayed over as he gave Heero a closer look.
“Do you remember the promise your mother and I made ten years ago? In this very spot no less?”
Heero furrowed his brow as he shook his head slowly. Promise?
Duo frowned, disappointment all over his face.
“Your mother promise me that I would have you on your twentieth birthday.”
Heero searched through his memories, but the further back he went, the foggier they became.
“That you would…have me…?”
Duo smirked as he ran a hand through Heero’s hair.
“Yeah.” Duo’s tone was almost dream-like. “That I would have you as my consort.”
Day 4:
“Whatever you do, don’t let go of me. Those who end up lost in Angelus Errare never end up found.”
Heero nodded as Duo tightened his grip before they stepped behind the ‘mirror’ of frosted ‘glass’. Was this really the land of many names where only the dead could tread? The place people referred to as Elsewhere, Oblivion, the Underworld, the Land of the Dead, Hell, Death? His stomach dropped and his heart hammered in his chest as the only world he'd ever known was closed off behind him, the curtain sealing the entrance to Death shut. Shades of grey replaced every instance of colour in this distortion of space-time known as the ‘afterlife’. The perpetually flowing water came up to Heero’s ankles, the current feeling more like hands grabbing at him, trying to get him to lose his balance and fall so that they could claim him…
Day 5, warning for dubcon:
Duo leaned in close, so much so that if Heero turned his head, their mouths would touch, and Duo would take that as an invitation for something more…
“Before we can sleep, there is something we need to do…”
Heero shook his head. “Not tonight. I’m too tired.”
Duo narrowed his eyes. “Part of the marriage ceremony is consummating it, Heero.”
“I don’t want to be touched like that. Not tonight.” Heero stared at his hands, at the ring that told everyone and reminded him that he was Duo’s forever.
“It’s cute that you think you have a choice.” Duo wove his fingers in Heero’s hair before kissing him on the mouth in a way that made his intentions very clear to Heero, that Heero didn’t have a choice. His other hand caressed Heero’s inner thigh. Heero braced his arms against Duo’s chest and pushed as hard as he could, trying to break free of this fucked up embrace, but due to how awkwardly he was positioned and the fact that he wasn’t completely sober, Duo was able to take the upper hand.
“I’m not in the mood!” Heero yelled after breaking free from Duo’s kiss. “Don’t make me do this with you. I’ll – I’ll do something else instead.”
Duo tilted his head, intrigued. “What are you offering to me?”
I have to think fast.
“My mouth.”
A mischievous grin graced Duo’s lips.
“You’ll let me fuck your mouth instead of–”
“Yes!” Heero felt horrified by what he was agreeing to. “Yes… You can take my mouth. We can discuss the other things some other time, but for my first night as your husband, I will get on my knees for you.”
Duo gestured to the floor at the foot of the bed, his eyes darkening as his voice dropped considerably from jovial to something more lascivious.
“On your knees for me.”
Day 6, warning for a dubiously consensual blowjob and emetophobics take note:
"I want to fuck your mouth and I want you to taste me and I want you to crave so much more of me." He leaned forward, using the mattress as support as he treated Heero’s throat like a cocksleeve. Heero made gagging noises, his stomach gurgling as its contents rose higher and higher in his oesophagus, burning the lining there in warning.
“Duo–”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
Heero’s eyes watered, the tears sliding down his cheeks, mingling with his drool as it made its way down his chin and dripped onto the floor. His throat burned as Duo pushed and pushed and pushed.
I’m going to vomit.
Duo pushed Heero’s head down as far as he could, shoving his face in the nest of hair at the base of his shaft. Heero’s eyes widened as Duo triggered Heero’s gag reflex, sending a signal from his brain to his stomach that he was choking and to evacuate its contents in an attempt to dislodge whatever was cutting off his airflow.
“I’m fucking–” Duo’s eyes rolled up in his head as Heero felt Duo’s balls tighten, the thick shaft in his mouth throbbing and pulsing between his tongue and the roof of his mouth before pumping load after load down Heero’s throat, where it mingled with the food and drink from the night’s festivities. Duo pulled his dick out, released Heero’s wrists, and moved away just in time for Heero to fall forward on his hands to spew on the floor.
“Next time don’t drink so much before bed…”
Day 7, warning for Heero getting backhanded across the face and Duo's thoughts of violence:
“When that day arrives and you are crowned and presented to the crowd of people who, by the way, are highly anticipating this event, I expect you to finally consummate our marriage when night falls and everyone is settled away for the night.”
“You can expect whatever you want,” Heero said, lack of interest readily apparent on his face as he replaced the crown on its pedestal. “Doesn’t mean it’ll happen.”
Duo clenched his jaw.
“You do realise I can just bend you over and take what I want from you, yeah?” Duo took two large steps forward, the soles of his boots echoing against the walls of the small alcove room.
“Oh, sure.” Heero nodded, spinning around to meet his eyes. He leaned back against the shelf, resting his palms against the edge, letting it bite into his skin. “But you haven’t.”
Duo closed the gap between them, stepping uncomfortably close to the God of Spring and invading his personal space. He gripped Heero’s face, his thumb, index, and middle fingers digging in right above his jawbone as he yanked him closer, looking directly in Heero’s eyes.
“Don’t think I won’t.”
Heero smirked, issuing a challenge with his eyes.
“You’re assuming I give you any thought at all.” He took hold of Duo’s wrist, intending on ripping Duo’s hand away from him. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t.”
Duo’s eyes burned with rage, his hand shaking as he wrestled with the urge to crush Heero’s face in his hand. To hurt him. To mar his perfect skin, his perfect face, the perfection that only an immortal, a fucking deity could possess. To knock Heero down a peg or three and viciously put him in his place.
Duo took a deep breath, puffing his chest out as he released his grip on Heero, shoving him back against the wall and nearly upending the shelf; Duo let out a sardonic little laugh complete with his trademark toothy, canine bearing grin, before backhanding Heero right across the face. Heero was sent into the wall next to him, bouncing off of it with his shoulder and arm before falling to his hands and knees on the floor at Duo’s feet.
Heero looked up at Duo, his eyes filled with burning, unadulterated hatred. Blood from broken capillaries welled to the surface and seeped into the tissues of the surrounding skin, creating a bruise that would no doubt spread out to his cheekbone and even beyond. It pulsed as blood trickled from a cut left by one of Duo’s rings and Heero swiped it away with the side of his palm. Heero, in retaliation, spat on the toe of Duo’s boot.
Day 8:
“I can see why he leaves marks like this… You're absolutely delectable, Heero.”
Heero said nothing, knowing that even if he did, nothing would come of it. No one would come to his rescue, no one would try to stop her; if anything they would join in, treat him like some decadent feast to be gorged upon until they were full to bursting like the gluttons they were.
“I want this to be a feast for the eyes,” Mylona murmured, as she pinned something else in place. “I want everyone in their seats salivating, an ocean of drool overtaking the ground. The King of Everything You Can’t Have. Like the thickest, richest chocolate cake held right in front of their eyes but taken away any time they get too close…”
“Only for them to eventually pounce on me when I least expect it, where they will rip your carefully sewn garment to shreds, sending the scraps of cloth everywhere.”
Mylona grinned. “That would be a dream come true for me.”
Heero sighed, but said nothing further except, “Will we be done soon?”
“Once I have everything pinned and placed where I want it to be, I will be done with the initial fitting. I’ll take this to my little workshop and get started on it tonight. Duo wants this done as soon as possible…and he wants to be the one to tear this off of you.”
Heero rolled his eyes. Of course he did.
Day 9, warning for smut:
Heero rips away the fabric slated to become his coronation robes, the straight pins hitting the floor with a delicate tink as the fabric tears. Mylona wraps her legs around his waist as he mounts her, sliding his cock inside and feeling her walls give way to his intrusion, all the way to the hilt. She threads her fingers in his hair as she kisses him, tongues meeting tongues as she swallows his excited moans and steals his breath. Heero begins an almost brutal pace, his hips bruising hers as he claims her insides for himself, this sex power trip making his dick harder, thicker, his precum slathering all over her walls. He grabs one breast in his hand and toys with her nipple with thumb and index finger, pinching and tugging as hard as he can, causing her to moan in complete ecstasy from the pain and the pleasure.
There is no love making in this palace. There is no love making anywhere in Hell. Only lust, only passion, only carnal desire that leads to the creation of new demons. And Heero is experiencing all of this for the first time, this lust that burns through his veins and singes his insides.
I want more.
Day 10:
“I don’t think it’ll take much to lure me away from Duo. I’m only here because of a contractual obligation.”
Shadjel gives a toothy grin, a strange glow to his eyes. “Then it’s not exactly infidelity if there’s no love involved…right?” He takes the stack of books from Heero’s arms and places them on the book cart.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Shadjel’s breath fans across Heero’s face as he moves a stray strand of Heero’s fringe out of his eyes and tucks it behind his ear. “It’ll be our little secret…”
For the second time that day, Heero chooses to sin, as he lets Shadjel’s mouth meet his and opens his mouth for Shadjel’s tongue.
Day 11:
“I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.”
Duo blinks at him. “I’m pretty sure you do!”
Heero shakes his head as he picks from the selection of rings before him.
“I spent time with Mylona and Shadjel. I’d hardly call it ‘galavanting’.”
Duo crosses the room in a few steps, quick on his feet despite the heavy fabrics that make up his regalia, and grabs Heero by the front of his robe.
“You’re fucking around behind my back.”
“I could accuse you of the same.” Heero breaks free from Duo’s grip with ease and straightens out the wrinkles. “But I don’t really care if you’re fucking other people behind my back. I don’t want you to begin with.”
Duo growls. “Like you got a choice.”
“I have plenty to choose from,” Heero continues, as he finishes getting dressed. “Our marriage doesn’t mean anything to me or to you. It’s not worth the paper it was scribbled on. If you expect me to bend to my knee in your presence, you’ll need to find someone else for that.”
Duo laughs. “So you think. Just remember the promise you made to me, Heero… That as of this night, you’re mine.”
Heero inserts his feet into silken slippers as his transformation is finished.
“I don’t recall making such a promise.”
Duo looks Heero up and down, a smirk on his face.
“That’s a shame ‘cause I do recall you making that promise. And I’m gonna hold you to it.”
I'm at 21,379 words, so close to where I'm supposed to be on the 13th. Which is good. I like being ahead, because it means if I stumble and don't write as much as I wanted to or anticipated, I won't fall behind (or if I do I can easily catch up). The trick is to write something every day, even if it's only 500 words, it's better than nothing because I'm still advancing.
Honestly there are times where I'm not quite sure how to advance things with this fic lmao but I try my best and when this is all over I can always cut those bits and refine everything left. Until then, the only thing that really matters is how many words. It's quantity over quality!
Just to give a taste of what this fic contains...
Day 1:
Want to go out and plant flowers? Bring Meliphia with you–and try to keep to the garden!
Want to go out and pick strawberries? Bring Aria with you–and don’t go into the woods!
Want to go out and bring back some beautiful plant cuttings to decorate the home with? Bring Thisbe with you–and don’t wander too far! Try to stay in the garden and surrounding area if you can!
It was getting to the point where Heero wondered if he would need to have someone accompany him to the bathroom and supervise him wiping his own ass. But Heero was a good boy, or so his mother loved to tell him, who did what he was told and kept sweet no matter what. He would always dip his head and say, “Yes, Mother.”
Day 2:
“I want to kiss you,” Rosz whispered, as the flowers of desire and want began to bloom in Heero's chest. “I want to kiss you and touch you.”
Heero’s tongue wetted overly dry lips.
“Then kiss me.”
Rosz cupped Heero's cheeks with his too warm palms of his hands, thumbs caressing and stroking his cheek bones and the skin under his eyes.
“I can see all of the universe reflected in the irises of your eyes.”
“Kiss me,” Heero said impulsively. “Kiss me and taste the universe on my tongue.”
Day 3, when I restarted two days in using the RP as a basis:
“Ah…” Duo grinned, before coming down from the makeshift throne made from dead and rotten trees. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.” Duo sashayed over as he gave Heero a closer look.
“Do you remember the promise your mother and I made ten years ago? In this very spot no less?”
Heero furrowed his brow as he shook his head slowly. Promise?
Duo frowned, disappointment all over his face.
“Your mother promise me that I would have you on your twentieth birthday.”
Heero searched through his memories, but the further back he went, the foggier they became.
“That you would…have me…?”
Duo smirked as he ran a hand through Heero’s hair.
“Yeah.” Duo’s tone was almost dream-like. “That I would have you as my consort.”
Day 4:
“Whatever you do, don’t let go of me. Those who end up lost in Angelus Errare never end up found.”
Heero nodded as Duo tightened his grip before they stepped behind the ‘mirror’ of frosted ‘glass’. Was this really the land of many names where only the dead could tread? The place people referred to as Elsewhere, Oblivion, the Underworld, the Land of the Dead, Hell, Death? His stomach dropped and his heart hammered in his chest as the only world he'd ever known was closed off behind him, the curtain sealing the entrance to Death shut. Shades of grey replaced every instance of colour in this distortion of space-time known as the ‘afterlife’. The perpetually flowing water came up to Heero’s ankles, the current feeling more like hands grabbing at him, trying to get him to lose his balance and fall so that they could claim him…
Day 5, warning for dubcon:
Duo leaned in close, so much so that if Heero turned his head, their mouths would touch, and Duo would take that as an invitation for something more…
“Before we can sleep, there is something we need to do…”
Heero shook his head. “Not tonight. I’m too tired.”
Duo narrowed his eyes. “Part of the marriage ceremony is consummating it, Heero.”
“I don’t want to be touched like that. Not tonight.” Heero stared at his hands, at the ring that told everyone and reminded him that he was Duo’s forever.
“It’s cute that you think you have a choice.” Duo wove his fingers in Heero’s hair before kissing him on the mouth in a way that made his intentions very clear to Heero, that Heero didn’t have a choice. His other hand caressed Heero’s inner thigh. Heero braced his arms against Duo’s chest and pushed as hard as he could, trying to break free of this fucked up embrace, but due to how awkwardly he was positioned and the fact that he wasn’t completely sober, Duo was able to take the upper hand.
“I’m not in the mood!” Heero yelled after breaking free from Duo’s kiss. “Don’t make me do this with you. I’ll – I’ll do something else instead.”
Duo tilted his head, intrigued. “What are you offering to me?”
I have to think fast.
“My mouth.”
A mischievous grin graced Duo’s lips.
“You’ll let me fuck your mouth instead of–”
“Yes!” Heero felt horrified by what he was agreeing to. “Yes… You can take my mouth. We can discuss the other things some other time, but for my first night as your husband, I will get on my knees for you.”
Duo gestured to the floor at the foot of the bed, his eyes darkening as his voice dropped considerably from jovial to something more lascivious.
“On your knees for me.”
Day 6, warning for a dubiously consensual blowjob and emetophobics take note:
"I want to fuck your mouth and I want you to taste me and I want you to crave so much more of me." He leaned forward, using the mattress as support as he treated Heero’s throat like a cocksleeve. Heero made gagging noises, his stomach gurgling as its contents rose higher and higher in his oesophagus, burning the lining there in warning.
“Duo–”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
Heero’s eyes watered, the tears sliding down his cheeks, mingling with his drool as it made its way down his chin and dripped onto the floor. His throat burned as Duo pushed and pushed and pushed.
I’m going to vomit.
Duo pushed Heero’s head down as far as he could, shoving his face in the nest of hair at the base of his shaft. Heero’s eyes widened as Duo triggered Heero’s gag reflex, sending a signal from his brain to his stomach that he was choking and to evacuate its contents in an attempt to dislodge whatever was cutting off his airflow.
“I’m fucking–” Duo’s eyes rolled up in his head as Heero felt Duo’s balls tighten, the thick shaft in his mouth throbbing and pulsing between his tongue and the roof of his mouth before pumping load after load down Heero’s throat, where it mingled with the food and drink from the night’s festivities. Duo pulled his dick out, released Heero’s wrists, and moved away just in time for Heero to fall forward on his hands to spew on the floor.
“Next time don’t drink so much before bed…”
Day 7, warning for Heero getting backhanded across the face and Duo's thoughts of violence:
“When that day arrives and you are crowned and presented to the crowd of people who, by the way, are highly anticipating this event, I expect you to finally consummate our marriage when night falls and everyone is settled away for the night.”
“You can expect whatever you want,” Heero said, lack of interest readily apparent on his face as he replaced the crown on its pedestal. “Doesn’t mean it’ll happen.”
Duo clenched his jaw.
“You do realise I can just bend you over and take what I want from you, yeah?” Duo took two large steps forward, the soles of his boots echoing against the walls of the small alcove room.
“Oh, sure.” Heero nodded, spinning around to meet his eyes. He leaned back against the shelf, resting his palms against the edge, letting it bite into his skin. “But you haven’t.”
Duo closed the gap between them, stepping uncomfortably close to the God of Spring and invading his personal space. He gripped Heero’s face, his thumb, index, and middle fingers digging in right above his jawbone as he yanked him closer, looking directly in Heero’s eyes.
“Don’t think I won’t.”
Heero smirked, issuing a challenge with his eyes.
“You’re assuming I give you any thought at all.” He took hold of Duo’s wrist, intending on ripping Duo’s hand away from him. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t.”
Duo’s eyes burned with rage, his hand shaking as he wrestled with the urge to crush Heero’s face in his hand. To hurt him. To mar his perfect skin, his perfect face, the perfection that only an immortal, a fucking deity could possess. To knock Heero down a peg or three and viciously put him in his place.
Duo took a deep breath, puffing his chest out as he released his grip on Heero, shoving him back against the wall and nearly upending the shelf; Duo let out a sardonic little laugh complete with his trademark toothy, canine bearing grin, before backhanding Heero right across the face. Heero was sent into the wall next to him, bouncing off of it with his shoulder and arm before falling to his hands and knees on the floor at Duo’s feet.
Heero looked up at Duo, his eyes filled with burning, unadulterated hatred. Blood from broken capillaries welled to the surface and seeped into the tissues of the surrounding skin, creating a bruise that would no doubt spread out to his cheekbone and even beyond. It pulsed as blood trickled from a cut left by one of Duo’s rings and Heero swiped it away with the side of his palm. Heero, in retaliation, spat on the toe of Duo’s boot.
Day 8:
“I can see why he leaves marks like this… You're absolutely delectable, Heero.”
Heero said nothing, knowing that even if he did, nothing would come of it. No one would come to his rescue, no one would try to stop her; if anything they would join in, treat him like some decadent feast to be gorged upon until they were full to bursting like the gluttons they were.
“I want this to be a feast for the eyes,” Mylona murmured, as she pinned something else in place. “I want everyone in their seats salivating, an ocean of drool overtaking the ground. The King of Everything You Can’t Have. Like the thickest, richest chocolate cake held right in front of their eyes but taken away any time they get too close…”
“Only for them to eventually pounce on me when I least expect it, where they will rip your carefully sewn garment to shreds, sending the scraps of cloth everywhere.”
Mylona grinned. “That would be a dream come true for me.”
Heero sighed, but said nothing further except, “Will we be done soon?”
“Once I have everything pinned and placed where I want it to be, I will be done with the initial fitting. I’ll take this to my little workshop and get started on it tonight. Duo wants this done as soon as possible…and he wants to be the one to tear this off of you.”
Heero rolled his eyes. Of course he did.
Day 9, warning for smut:
Heero rips away the fabric slated to become his coronation robes, the straight pins hitting the floor with a delicate tink as the fabric tears. Mylona wraps her legs around his waist as he mounts her, sliding his cock inside and feeling her walls give way to his intrusion, all the way to the hilt. She threads her fingers in his hair as she kisses him, tongues meeting tongues as she swallows his excited moans and steals his breath. Heero begins an almost brutal pace, his hips bruising hers as he claims her insides for himself, this sex power trip making his dick harder, thicker, his precum slathering all over her walls. He grabs one breast in his hand and toys with her nipple with thumb and index finger, pinching and tugging as hard as he can, causing her to moan in complete ecstasy from the pain and the pleasure.
There is no love making in this palace. There is no love making anywhere in Hell. Only lust, only passion, only carnal desire that leads to the creation of new demons. And Heero is experiencing all of this for the first time, this lust that burns through his veins and singes his insides.
I want more.
Day 10:
“I don’t think it’ll take much to lure me away from Duo. I’m only here because of a contractual obligation.”
Shadjel gives a toothy grin, a strange glow to his eyes. “Then it’s not exactly infidelity if there’s no love involved…right?” He takes the stack of books from Heero’s arms and places them on the book cart.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Shadjel’s breath fans across Heero’s face as he moves a stray strand of Heero’s fringe out of his eyes and tucks it behind his ear. “It’ll be our little secret…”
For the second time that day, Heero chooses to sin, as he lets Shadjel’s mouth meet his and opens his mouth for Shadjel’s tongue.
Day 11:
“I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.”
Duo blinks at him. “I’m pretty sure you do!”
Heero shakes his head as he picks from the selection of rings before him.
“I spent time with Mylona and Shadjel. I’d hardly call it ‘galavanting’.”
Duo crosses the room in a few steps, quick on his feet despite the heavy fabrics that make up his regalia, and grabs Heero by the front of his robe.
“You’re fucking around behind my back.”
“I could accuse you of the same.” Heero breaks free from Duo’s grip with ease and straightens out the wrinkles. “But I don’t really care if you’re fucking other people behind my back. I don’t want you to begin with.”
Duo growls. “Like you got a choice.”
“I have plenty to choose from,” Heero continues, as he finishes getting dressed. “Our marriage doesn’t mean anything to me or to you. It’s not worth the paper it was scribbled on. If you expect me to bend to my knee in your presence, you’ll need to find someone else for that.”
Duo laughs. “So you think. Just remember the promise you made to me, Heero… That as of this night, you’re mine.”
Heero inserts his feet into silken slippers as his transformation is finished.
“I don’t recall making such a promise.”
Duo looks Heero up and down, a smirk on his face.
“That’s a shame ‘cause I do recall you making that promise. And I’m gonna hold you to it.”
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Date: 2025-11-12 02:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-12 08:06 pm (UTC)"Well that's what you get for breaking your promise!"
"You've broken two of yours!"
"Oh we're keeping track now???"