#cleon xii

[brotherconstant]

Foundation 1x02 Preparing to Live 2x04 Where the Stars Are Scattered Thinly 2x07 A Necessary Death

[sillyjayne]

let's go space daddy

[brotherdusk]

literally just realised that obrecht is always placed behind XII's right shoulder when he's enabling him, but is at at XIII and XIV's left when he's ruining their day. XII's right hand man ONLY. is this anything.

[anundyingfidelity]

SHOULD HAVE KNOWN — Brother Day/Cleon XII

Summary: Brother Day seduces the queen of a powerful realm with the objective of taking everything away from her in the middle of Hari Seldon's outburst, but forbidden feelings flourish and a secret relationship with Empire is a sharp threat to the genetic dinasty. Demerzel knows the Cleons are not allowed to see past pleasure, but that never stoped you or Brother Day from seeing each other. Now, he's not the only Brother Day that's awake. Or so you thought.

Pairing: Past Brother Day/Cleon XII x female reader, Dark!Brother Day/Cleon XII x female reader.

Word count: 2.7k.

Warnings: dark smut, some choking, some possessiveness, angst, language, threats of memory loss, betrayal, Demerzel being a heartless bitch, this is situated in the beginning of S1. And just for some context, the Cleon XII that did fall in love with the reader is replaced with a new Cleon XII, hence they are the same name of Cleon in the pairing, I'm sorry if it's confusing lol but just wanted to clarify.

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notes: this was a request part of my 400 followers drabbles made by @curiouswildi but i decided to make a long one shot because brother day deserves it. long time since my last foundation fic lol. sorry for the looong wait, hope you like this!

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You remembered his kisses. The way he would talk to you. The soft side of the emperor he saved for you and only you to see; for you to know he cared about you with small but kind actions. To know he loved you with each and every one of them as he took you around the palace.

Love was a strong word as much as a strong sentiment, and certainly was not on your plans once you finally landed on Trantor to meet Brother Day and reinforce your political alliance. After centuries of your lineage not having any contact further than trade with the Empire, it seemed wise to accept the emperor's invitation to come along.

Brother Day, of all of the three Cleon’s, was interested the most in your planet. Rich in culture, religion, natural resources such as potable water, rare plants and medicines, and a small population suitable to subsist in a green forest, he seemed fascinated by how you managed your government with such strength and boldness. When it arrived, his invitation looked perfect to maintain a business relationship and develop the trade between both planets.

Everything looked good for your arrival, more than that to be fair. As the queen, you were to participate in different programs and meetings assigned to your schedule while in Trantor, letting you and Brother Day know each other more and more as those events went by. And as months passed, the political alliance you had was becoming something else and more personal.

It wasn’t just because you wanted the best for your people, but because you fell in love with Brother Day. Deeply, you knew it was prohibited and that you were playing with fire once the physical pleasure started to become something more than just that. Scared and anxious, you confessed your feelings to Empire. Surprisingly, he confessed to be in love too.

The hidden encounters didn’t stop, but you were more cautious than ever. Demerzel had been noticing your shared looks and your body language. Being the all observant assistant to the Cleons, she was so, very aware that what you were doing together was more than just fucking, which was already wrong. You had no wiped or erased memories since you were no whore from the court, meaning you remembered every encounter together. And deep down, you never expected this kind of plan coming from her.

Pacing on the cell Demerzel had brought you in, forcefully under your night sleep, you lost count in the hours you had spent down there. What if Cleon was dead? Did she already have a plan to replace him? Would she kill you soon? Endless and unanswered questions filled your head, wondering if it had been wrong to declare your feelings to the Emperor like that. Your demeanor switched when Cleon came down the stairs, followed by Demerzel. There was a stern and harsh look on his face as he approached you, and you did your best to keep calm, walking to the invisible wall and the lights that separated both of you.

“Cleon, what is this—”

“Don’t speak,” he cut you off.

“Brother Day already committed treason to the Empire. You must not be together anymore,” the blonde added with an expressionless face.

You gasped and your gaze was directed towards her, demanding answers. “What? Demerzel, what did you do to him?”

“Only the necessary to keep the Dinasty alive. You are a threat to Trantor, and should know better than to see past myself,” she replied.

Looking back at him with a hurted look, you clenched your jaw. “Cleon, you promised!” you shouted, making the voice an echo in the prison down the palace.

“Can you leave us for a moment?” he said calmly to Demerzel, not even bothering to look at her, as his eyes remained on you.

She gave a nod and a small reverence and left, her steps on the stairs fading away.

“I demand to know what is happening, Cleon,” you sternly said once Demerzel was gone.

“I do not owe you anything but to say this is not going as planned,” he answered with a serious look on his face that was kind of hard to decipher. “What we had was wrong and I must take the lead to complete the main objective.”

“I’m sorry?”

His robotic demeanor started to scare you, and you doubted that the Cleon you got to know was the same one that was standing right in front of you, with just an invisible wall separating both.

“Your planet is mine now,” Cleon announced. “It belongs to Trantor and the Empire.”

You let out a loud gasp, suppressing an unamused laughter under your breath at the sudden news. “No, no. That cannot be— That’s not possible!”

“I’m afraid it is. My tropes are already taking care of it right now, while you’re here.”

The look in his eyes didn’t soften, and you were just expecting his words to be a kind of harsh and rude joke. But you knew they were not. He was being damn serious about it. There was a pain in your chest as he broke your heart with his statement. You knew he didn’t love you anymore, but also the question was there, floating in your head. Was he capable of doing so the whole time you spent together? The empty promises of destroying the genetic dynasty, having children on his own, and uniting your kingdoms by loving marriage were gone.

“You lied to me,” you muttered, locking your eyes with his own. A mix of anger and sorrow began building up inside as a tight knot on your throat started to grow up.

“No, you lied to yourself,” Cleon plainly answered. “You should’ve known better, my queen.”

The way he dragged your title with his mocking voice caused you to clench your fists together by your sides. “What did Demerzel do to you?” you demanded. “Did she just get rid of your memories? Did she clone you? This is not human, Cleon, I think you remember us talking about that.”

“Oh, I do remember,” he replied and a greedy smirk formed on his lips. “But the previous me was so… sentimental. I am awaiting a crisis and I need all the resources that I can get for Trantor. Your planet fits perfectly for those plans, but we would’ve gotten nothing with that thing you call love. I cannot let anyone interfere, not even myself.”

“So that’s why she just dumped you for a new doll?”

Your words seemed to trigger something inside him. His fist bumped on the invisible force field keeping you locked, and you jumped slightly, taking two steps back at his sudden reaction.

“Careful with what you say,” Cleon threatened in a dim whisper, his lips were put on a tight line now as the smile faded quickly away from his face.

In a swift motion, Cleon opened the barrier with his fingerprint on the side of the cell. His tall figure approached you gracefully, looking down at you with something you interpreted as hatred and longing, but you were not sure. You remained on the same spot while he studied you carefully with his narrowed, hazel eyes.

“Do not try to scare me away,” you began as you held his gaze once it was back on your face. “I am not one of your subjects.”

“Maybe not, but you are more than that to me,” Cleon whispered, angling himself so his lips would brush one of your ears softly. “Right?”

You froze in place, feeling the palm of his hand brushing your cheek when you tried to look away. He held your jaw, his gesture forcing you to lock his gaze with yours and you admitted to yourself he was right. You had fallen deeply for him, believing every word that he would recite to you. The gentleness that was now long gone had you wrapped around his finger, and now, this was the price. You should have seen it coming. Cleon, as much as he professed his love and the desire of feeling human again and conceiving a true empire by your side, had created a dynasty system that endured for centuries and back up plans for situations like these should’ve been there even before your arrival. He was so stupidly selfish. And the worst part was that your heart somewhere still loved him.

When Cleon leaned down to kiss you, you only hoped your people would fight with claws and teeth for their freedom.

There was a cruelty you sensed coming from him once he attacked your lips. However, it didn’t stop you from responding to the gesture. The physical touch was the beginning of everything; even if you knew now it was utterly wrong, you reciprocated his desire. Probably, the last time you were able to touch him and feel him again, you thought as he forced you to walk backwards, until you felt the cold wall pressing against your back.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as his long fingers pulled down the straps of your dress and his mouth nipped at the skin of your neck. He left wet kisses down your collarbone, until he kissed over your bare breasts, the dress falling off from you easily until it hit the floor and he took you in between his arms as if you weighed nothing. Cleon looked over at you, your legs wrapped around his waist, just giving yourself to him one last time before what was coming after.

“See?” he began, using his thumb to play with your swollen lips and enjoying the way you fought to catch your breath. You were getting wet already and somehow, you hated yourself for being so weak for him. “You’re always more than a pretty subject to me.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

He arched a perfect brow at your question. “I might have different plans for you.”

“Just do what you have to do already, Cleon,” you berated, both of your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling him towards you closely before kissing him again. “Do it.”

“Well, then I shall take what belongs to me,” he mumbled.

And so he did. He pushed your panties aside immediately as you went to grip his groin, earning a low growl from him, still tasting your lips in the process. You quickly undid his blue shirt in a swift motion while breaking the hot kiss you were sharing, and you finally felt his chest pressing against yours. Cleon accommodated your body firmly between his own and the hard wall, grinding his hips to feel some friction. He gasped once you slipped your hand inside his pants and worked on his hardening cock with soft, but firm strokes.

Enjoying the feeling of your warm palm and fingers, he moaned against your neck, biting and licking on your sweet spot. His fingers went to work on your wet slit, rubbing and teasing your entrance with his index and middle fingers. You let yourself relish in the moment, thinking this would be the last time you could feel his body pressed against yours so intimately, remembering the softness of his skin and the roughness of his touch. How he would embrace you sweetly if you asked, but you could have it rough if you pleaded good enough for his excitement. Cleon would comply with your deepest wishes with such passion, as much as he promised before to stay by your side and create a better empire together. But those were not possible things by now, and the only thing that really mattered was his kisses and his firm body against yours.

“Please, just do it,” you begged with a breathy moan, feeling one long finger sinking inside your cunt.

He slowly set a pace while marking your neck with his teeth, stretching you open for him. His cock already aching to fill you up completely and rip you apart just like he knew how to make you squirm under him. The pace of his fingers now made a obscene noise as he fucked you with them, and you clinged to his huge frame, digging your nails on his bare shoulders and bucking your hips. And just as you were about to reach that sweet climax, he stopped, pulling his digits out and accommodating you around his legs. You whimpered softly when you felt his cock pressing against you, aligning with your wet heat.

“This is your last wish,” Cleon breathed out. “And since I’m merciful, I can make it true.”

With a particular hard trust, he slid inside you. A rather loud moan filled the empty room once he started to fuck you harshly; his hands groping at your hips to keep you in place as he used you to get what he longed the most: sweet release, just before you’d be sent away for the next phase of the sinister plans prepared ahead of you. You clenched repeatedly around his shaft, and the sound of skin hitting against each other made echo under the dim light of the prison.

As seconds went by, you tried to fight the urge to cry out his name. You would not give him the satisfaction of hearing his name being moaned beautifully with your voice. And you could barely think straight as he kept fucking you, taking in the grip on your hips that would leave bruises and marks on your skin, the gasps and deep breaths he used to take, his face focused on the sight below where he entered inside you for his own pleasure, reaching the deepest places that made you roll your head back when his hand wrapped around your neck, cutting off air for a moment…

Despite everything, you loved him. And the ache of Cleon not being yours anymore kept growing and growing, as much as the pleasure did. For a moment, you didn’t want this to be over. You didn’t want to know what type of destiny they had prepared for you. Instead, you could just die there and then, after he’d be done with it. At least you’d die happily in his arms, feeling the warmth of his skin against your own, completely filled by his cock and marked by his teeth on your collarbone. That was all you could think. He was everything you had in mind.

The careless pounding sent you to bliss, triggering a long, yearning orgasm from you with a breathy, broken moan. Your walls clenched tightly around him and he growled, holding you close, his grip stronger than before. The frenzied pace of his hips slowed down eventually, as he came too, filling you up with his hot seed. You remained together, clinging to his broad figure and feeling his hot breath against the skin of your neck. Cleon held you in his arms, softening inside you. You turned to take his face between your hands, forcing him to look at you directly. There was an expression in his eyes you couldn’t deduce.

Maybe it was just the aftermath of what you just did. Maybe it was really a sadness coming from him, knowing he wouldn’t see you ever again. Maybe he did love you, even if this was just another clone.

“We need to go,” Cleon spoke softly, pulling out of you and setting your shaky legs on the floor once again. You took your dress and put it back on as he fixed his clothes as well.

“Where?” you asked, with a hint of hope.

But his eyes darkened anew, and you realized there was just a fantasy haunting your brain of Cleon suddenly stepping back on his plan and keeping his promises for you.

“Demerzel will take you,” he said, now coldly. He looked at you as if you were some kind of inferior being. “There is no way in the galaxy we should be together.”

This made you clench your jaw. “You’re a fucking selfish irony of a human,” you spat through your teeth.

He took his hand and cupped your neck with it, cutting you from breathing for a moment and he leaned to watch your face contour in slight pain and shock.

“Now, be careful with your words, queen,” he whispered against your lips, teasing a kiss that never came. “As your memories will be erased, I don’t think you could remember every single detail of you being here. Even less, about your precious realm… Or your life.”

“Do it. I told you, I do not care.”

He smirked when Demerzel’s familiar steps were heard, coming down the underground prison. It was time.

“I bet you would not.”

[aquitainequeen]

Thinking about how in season 1 of Foundation the ambassadors of Thespis and Anacreon were put on trial for an attack carried out by apparent terrorists from both of their planets, predicted by Hari Seldon, and Cleon XII publicly executed all the delegates and bombarded their planets.

And now, in season 2, Brother Constant with Thespin heritage and Poly Verisof with Anacreon heritage,* sent by Hari Seldon's Foundation as ambassadors of peace, are on trial in front of Cleon XVII, perhaps about to be publicly executed going by the trailers, and there's been some compelling speculation in our fan community that something's going to get bombarded.

Also, Constant will ask 'Should I speak first, or will you?'; pretty much the same thing Seldon said first of all to Cleon XII.

What goes around comes around.

*I can't remember if it's been mentioned in the show, but in the books Poly is the High Priest of Anacreon.

[poreyneel]

new trailer of Foundation goes brrrr

[zapreportsblog]

Hello. Can you write for Yandere Brother Day (Cleon xiii) and female reader? The reader may have come from another planet as a guest or diplomat.

❝outworldly visitor❞

✭ pairing : yandere brother day cleon xii x reader

✭ fandom : foundation

✭ summary : she was a outwardly goddess, here to bless all those that fall beneath her feet. At least that’s how he looked at her, he would kill for her, if it made her smile, he would live for her, just to be beside her at every wakening and resting moment, but most of all he would die for her if it meant she would finally see him as her lover.

✭ authors note : lol I still have no clue who this man is :)

✭ yandere masterlist

In the farthest reaches of the cosmos, on the peculiar planet known as Trantor, resided a being unlike any other. Cleon XII, or Brother Day as he was often called, was a complex personality, one that straddled the fine line between love and madness. His reputation was a paradox; some revered him, while others feared him, all for the same reason – his affections were as intense as his wrath.

One day, as Cleon XII strolled through the surreal landscapes of his celestial realm, he felt an unexplained shift in the cosmic tides. It was an unearthly sensation, entirely foreign to him, drawing his attention to an indistinct point on the horizon.

As he approached the source of this mystifying disturbance, his eyes fell upon a sight that left him utterly astounded. There, amidst the radiant tapestry of stars and cosmic phenomena, stood a figure unlike any he had ever encountered.

The person that he was staring at happened to be named (Y/N), and she was a goddess in every sense of the word. Her skin, as dark and rich as the deepest chocolate, seemed to shimmer with the brilliance of a thousand stars. Her hair flowed in ebony waves, cascading down her back like a cascade of shadows. Her very presence radiated an otherworldly charm, and her eyes, mysterious and profound, held the secrets of the universe.

But it was not just her captivating appearance that held Cleon XII in thrall. Her hips, generously wide, hinted at strength and fertility, as if they could bear him healthy heirs for generations to come. Her mere existence seemed to bestow blessings upon all who fell beneath her gaze, and Cleon XII was no exception.

The moment his eyes locked onto her, an overwhelming obsession ignited within him, a fervor that threatened to consume his very essence. He watched her move gracefully through the celestial realm, her footsteps leaving trails of stardust in her wake.

For Cleon XII, this ethereal visitor was more than just a blessing; she was a mystery that beckoned him into her enigmatic embrace. His fixation was instantaneous, a revelation that would push the boundaries of love and madness on a planet where reality and desire were intertwined in a delicate dance.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), her arrival had forever altered the course of Cleon XII’s life.

Cleon XII, with an air of calculated intimidation, strode towards (Y/N) with his entourage of guards trailing behind him. His steps echoed through the cosmic realm as he approached the enigmatic goddess. His presence alone demanded attention, as though the very fabric of reality bowed to his whims.

With an icy tone, Cleon XII questioned, "Who are you, and what brings you to Trantor?"

(Y/N), poised and composed, met his gaze with an unwavering calm. "I am (Y/N), a wanderer of the cosmos," she replied, her voice as serene as a tranquil nebula. "I found myself here after a crash landing."

Cleon XII's eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed, his mind racing with a storm of emotions beneath his stoic facade. He was the protector of his realm, the guardian of its order, and now this mysterious event had disrupted his carefully balanced world.

Without hesitation, he commanded his guards, his voice carrying an undertone of seething rage, "Take her to the medical examiner. I want to know the extent of her injuries."

As (Y/N) was escorted away, still calm and collected on the surface, Cleon XII burned with an internal fury. His sudden obsession with this celestial goddess had ignited a protective instinct within him, it was quick and raw and so very sudden, it almost let out a primal urge to safeguard her at any cost. He couldn't bear the thought of any harm befalling her.

As he watched her being led away, thoughts swirled in his mind. Who had dared to hurt his goddess, even inadvertently? He vowed that he would find answers, and if anyone had caused her harm, they would face his wrath, a wrath that knew no bounds.

With measured patience, Cleon XII made his way to the medical laboratory, the echoes of his purposeful steps resonating through the halls. As he entered, the staff turned their attention to him, their expressions a mix of reverence and trepidation.

"How is she?" Cleon XII inquired, his tone laced with concern, though his eyes betrayed a simmering impatience.

The chief medical officer stepped forward, nervously wringing their hands. "Your Highness, her injuries are relatively minor. Just some slight bruises and marks from the fall. Nothing that can't be healed with time."

Cleon XII's mask of composure wavered for an instant, his mind aflame with discontent. Inwardly, he seethed, questioning the competence of the very healers he had entrusted with her care. His goddess should have been immaculate, untarnished by any trace of harm.

Yet, externally, he maintained a façade of calm. His voice remained measured as he replied, "That's good. I'm glad to hear that she isn't too injured." He couldn't afford to reveal his inner turmoil, not when he needed to ensure her safety above all else.

Cleon XII’s obsession with (Y/N) only intensified with this revelation. He vowed to himself that he would personally oversee her recovery, ensuring that she emerged from this ordeal unscathed. As he left the medical laboratory, his thoughts churned with a dangerous determination to protect the enigmatic goddess who had become the center of his universe.

Days passed, and (Y/N)'s injuries began to heal. Her celestial beauty, though initially marred by the bruises and marks of her crash landing, was gradually restored to its otherworldly perfection. She had regained her strength, and the time had come for her to leave Cleon XII's planet.

As (Y/N) contemplated her departure, Cleon XII was filled with a profound sense of unease. He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving, not after she had become the focal point of his existence. His obsession had grown stronger with each passing day, and the idea of her absence was unbearable.

Approaching her with a charming smile, Cleon XII said, "I'm delighted to see you recovering so well, (Y/N). But you know, you haven't had the chance to truly explore my planet. There are wonders to behold, and our people in the nearby village would be honored to meet you."

(Y/N), thoughtful and kind-hearted, considered his words. She had indeed been preoccupied with her recovery and had not had the opportunity to explore the mysteries of this celestial realm. She felt a sense of duty to repay the kindness she had received.

"I suppose I could stay a bit longer," she conceded, her smile as warm as a distant sun. "I wouldn't want to miss out on the chance to learn more about your world and its people."

Cleon XII's heart soared with elation, his carefully woven web of persuasion drawing her closer to him. He knew that he needed more time to deepen her connection to his realm, to make her a permanent fixture in his life. A welcome ceremony would solidify her presence on Trantor, and he had no intention of letting her slip away.

"Excellent," Cleon XII replied with a smug satisfaction, "We will arrange a grand welcome ceremony in your honor. You'll see, (Y/N), Trantor has much to offer, and you won't regret staying a bit longer."

Little did (Y/N) know that she had unwittingly fallen into the clutches of a being consumed by obsession. Cleon XII’s determination to keep her on his planet had only just begun, and he would stop at nothing to ensure that she remained by his side, forever.

[maiastar81]

Cleon 12th from season 1

[prismatica-the-strange]

Cleon the XIV and the No Good, Very Bad, Decantment | Big Cat Judgement Day by With Confidence

I made another thing

(Possible volume warning)

Reblogs appreciated

[brotherdusk]

from @trantor-hr-department. yeah

the cleons really are just spoiled little pedigreed cats meowing for their fancy feast. even got collars on them.

[brotherconstant]

Foundation 1x09 The First Crisis "I’m a victim. We all are." "Yes. And that makes you the embodiment of our vulnerability, an ugly reminder of the knife-edge upon which our Genetic Dynasty is balanced."

[brotherdusk]

a collection

[mx-pastelwriting]

Around the Force Field

BROTHER DAY X GN! READER

WORDS: 2.8K SUMMARY: Working around Cleon's body force field to satisfying both of your hungers. WARNINGS: Power Imbalance, PowerDynamic, Smut, Top! Cleon, Bottom! Reader, Kissing, Making out, Neck Kissing, Missionary, Loud Moaning, Cleon Moaning Loudly, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Slow Sex, Gentle Sex, Interrupted Sex, Caught in the act, Angry Cleon, CleonYelling/Shouting, Rough Groping, Rough Sex, Painful Sex, Creampie, No Aftercare from Cleon, Didn't specify which Cleon

Stepping onto the cold tile floor, sliced curtains moving with the breeze of Trantor's palace, clasping your hands together nervously anticipating the sight of the famed Brother Day. One of Trantor's three emperors.

Once looking upon the powerful man, noticing his relaxed gaze off to the side dressed only in blue pants, chest felt bare, uninterested at your presence.

Hearing many tales of how the others in the palace who waited to be plucked by one of the emperors gushed on about Brother Day. Telling of how they went on to capture his attention, some failing, but the ones that succeeded sang with details all night.

"Emperor," you called, barely earning a glance.

"I am at your service for the next 24 hours," you state. The room falls to silence, leaving your mind to remember what others before you had done, what they had in common. Be bold.

"Are all the stories true?" you ask, capturing his curiosity. Biting down on the smile that wanted to eat up your lips.

"Now what stories would that be?" He asks in return, brow-arching eyes glancing over, head having yet to turn.

"Tellings of how you keep someone up for days just by your mouth alone," you start. "The incredible ability you have to know every inch of one's body, drawing maps with not just your tongue alone," praising the emperor's ego further, allowing it to feast on each word you spoke.

"How there's no telling time or day in the presence of your company, but that's just what I've heard, merely stories, I'm afraid," you smirk, pulling back the feast you gave his ego. It earns you his full attention, head now turned, eyes drinking up your form.

"Stories can only tell so much, it's better for one to have been there, don't you agree?" His voice is deep, full of power, it rumbles through you from a few feet away.

"Of course, how else would they begin?" you respond, knowing you have him now.

"Approach," the emperor commands, solidifying that thought.

Slowly walking to the bed before stopping at its edge, knees touching the soft fabric that lined it, dreaming of how wonderful it would feel against your bare back.

Taking notice of your obedience, waiting for his next command, taking note of it. Motioning you to climb atop the plush bed with his two famed fingers, famed more ways than one. To the public, they are a sign of peace, but to some in the palace, they were famous for much more than that.

With little hesitation, your knees settle onto the bed, crawling towards the emperor, seeing as he looks over your body once more before stopping at your face.

Itching to know what he thought of you, the words spill from your mouth.

"Am I to your liking, emperor?" you ask, standing on your knees, almost towering over the man, pulling back the sheer clothing that decorated your body loosely, showing the lace underneath that covers very little skin.

Watching the emperor's head tilt to the side, eyes taking time to comb carefully over you. Breathing shakily as his hand reaches out, gently runs up your side, feeling his fingers slide under the hem of lace.

Enjoying as his hand gropes your skin, gradually becoming rougher and rougher until a sharp pain stops it all, pulling away as you yelp from the pain, placing a hand of your own over the spot of tender skin.

Looking up from the sight at the sound of the emperor's low-pitched laugh, aching with pain that ripples through your body, mixing with the awakening arousal, creating something unfamiliar.

"You're supposed to be gentle," you remind him, like the man doesn't know, his smiling face changes with slight surprise at your firm tone.

Sitting up tall now, towering over you, "Please try for yourself," he offers, leisurely opening up his arms to the side, granting you access to his bare chest.

Studying the emperor's body, every toned muscle announces itself along his skin. Lifting a hand towards his body, placing it upon him slowly and gently, watching as the tips of your fingers pass under the force field.

Running along his chest, the warmth of his skin engulfs your hand, eyes snapping to the emperor's face as the sound of smooth moans sings from him.

Encouraged by the song of moans, raising another hand, placing it on his arm, guiding both up carefully to reach his shoulders. Observing his head tilt back as the tips of your fingers tease the skin of his neck, throat bobbing as you cup his jaw, fingers combing through small curls that lined the back of his head.

Once stopping, his eyes open, moans ceasing, replaced with heavy breaths. Gazing down, eyes glued to your face, watching for any emotion you may display as his hands find your sides.

Stilling in place, him leaning in, inches away from your ear. "I think we should make a new story for you to go back with," he whispers, the heat of his voice running a blaze through you.

With the same hands that rested atop your hips, using them to push you down onto the soft sheets, attacking your neck with not just kisses but painful pricks, caused the emperor's rough hunger, setting off the golden force field.

Hands travel down your body, hearing the tear lace and it being tossed aside. Laying bare, kissing the lips of your emperor, the man that could kill you with the motion of two fingers, though you squirm with hope, he chose to use them for something much more.

As if reading your mind, his kisses cease, face hovering over yours, eyes reading every emotion that is expressed upon it as his two fingers touch to tease you.

Moaning inches away from his face, admiring your face as it turns with pleasure, fingers now wet with arousal, easing into you. Biting back the moans that curled from your throat, muffling their exit, causing his brows to knit together.

Using his free hand, thumb pulling the bottom lip free from your teeth, "Oh no, let it out. Let me hear you. Let your emperor hear you." His harsh voice echoes through the room. Ensuring that you follow his words, his fingers curl deep within you, acquiring a melody of moans.

Attacking your neck once again, tongue and teeth grazing along the thin skin, hips grinding against the back of your thighs, wishing the fabric of his pants that provided little friction was the confines of your wet walls, wishing for them to squeeze around his cock, body twisting and turning under him.

Using your own hands, exploring down his body, hearing his breath shudder as your hand palms over the growing mass of his cock tented in the prison of fabric.

Struggling to find the hem of the blue pants as his fingers work to distract you, curling and uncurling, the pressure building in you only to be released, then brought back.

Hearing a thick laugh rumble within his chest, zapped by the force field in desperation, only to try again finally find access. Looking into his eyes, witnessing control leave them before his head dips into the nook of your neck, cock finally in hand.

Moans echo out, fingers struggle to move inside you, mind only captivates on the hand wrapped around his cock. Stroking the soft skin, feeling the form's firmness, afraid to hold it any tighter so as to not be brought back to the start with a simple shock.

Pulling himself up, fingers releasing from your walls, resting hands atop your knees. Head swirling back with pleasure, moans booming out, echoing down the hall, filling the walls of the palace. Hips thrusting slowly into the walls of your hand, the thin skin of his cock pulling back and forth, the head gradually lubing your fingers, allowing his length to move with more ease.

As his head comes back, eyes open to look down upon the sight of you. Observing as the flood of control comes back, filling his eyes, pulling away from your touch, watching as he sits up, cock bouncing with desperation for more as he licks the fingers that were once in you, eyes never breaking away from yours.

Brows creasing with pleasure in the taste of you, hearing the pitched noise of the famed fingers leaving his mouth along with a delicious hum. Taking a breath, then leaning in, taking hold of his cock.

"Beg," he orders, voice void of emotion but full of power. Using the tip of his cock to tease you, drawing circles to then slide in only just enough before pulling back, urging you with delayed gratification.

"Please," you plead breathlessly, though it does not satisfy the emperor.

"Beg." He orders again, firmly.

"Please, Emperor," sounding more desperate, but still not what he yearns for.

"Beg me to fuck you." He repeats once again sternly through closed teeth, displaying his own desperation for the sound of your neediness. Cock position outside of you, waiting for the right words.

"Emperor Brother Day, please fuck me," you cry out, squirming under his frame. Feasting on the desperation that fills your voice, soaking it in, earning a devilish smile from the powerful man, the same powerful man that starts to steadily sink his cock onto you.

Moans harmonizing beautifully from the throats of both of you, the walls that he had wanted to beg for now engulfing his cock. Cautiously sinking inside so as not to interrupt the moment with a painful shock, wanting to hear your moans, not yelps of pain, not yet.

Greedily desiring for his cock to fill and feel every inch, needing every drop of your arousal to lube his cock before even considering pulling back to thrust forward.

The emperor moans, turning rugged as your walls squeeze around him, attempting to tempt thrusts from his hips, and you succeed. Steadily he grinds against the back of your thighs and ass, steadily to then pull back to plunge his cock back in, over and over and over.

Head burrowing into the plush bed, eyes not yet lost from your control, watching as the emperor fights his head from tipping back, fights for his eyes not to roll back, devoted to seeing your body shape and stir with the pleasure his cock gave you, he gave you.

Finding a gentle pace of thrusts, leaving the force field undisturbed, and your ever-growing hunger to feed. Head swirling at the feeling of fullness his cock gave you, filling out the walls that more than welcomed the emperor.

Leaning down, kissing your lips, allowing your moans to mix in the heat of your mouths, no longer dominating the sound in the room. The echoes of skin smacking, bouncing off each other with every thrust.

Holding your legs still, wide open for deep access, speeding up, bordering on the line of pain. Taking your own hands to explore the touch-starved skin of Trantor's emperor, hearing from just combing through his hair, running down his side, only to grip for support, adds to his pleasure by the volume of moans increasing, vibrating against your lips and tongue.

"Empire," a voice calls from the hall. Halting mid-thrust, buried deep within you. Breaking the heated kiss between you, not bothering to look up, witnessing as his face darkens with annoyance.

"What!" He shouts, voice in the form of a deep growl booming close to your ear.

Startled by the interruption along with his loud shout, facing away from the women, attempting to cover your bareness.

"Your order is needed on a matter urgently, Empire," she explains, feeling his hands tighten around your thighs, causing pain to spark against them.

"It will have to wait." His voice sounding more agitated.

"Unfortunately, Emp-"

"I SAID IT WILL HAVE TO WAIT!" He yells back, cutting her off. Glancing up to see his head turned to look at her, face red with anger. Hearing his yell echo through the room down the halls, most likely meeting the ears of those that wait for him in the throne room.

As the room falls silent, her heels break it, echoing down the halls as she exits the room, leaving the tension behind with him.

"I can excuse myself, emperor," you hesitantly offer, turning what lasting annoyance he had on you.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere, this galaxy waits on me hand and foot. They will wait for me to finish," he says sternly, face inches away from yours.

Returning to the moment that was interrupted, kissing your lips roughly, pained by the force field's retaliation, thought it all mixed with the pleasure that started to bloom in waves.

Thrusting with more feralness than mindful hunger, the fight for control you once had now been won, no longer needing your boldness to peak his interest for his cock to rise, only needing you to twist, moan, and call for him.

"Cleon," his name, slips from your lips in the form of a curling moan between kisses, earning a deep laugh that bellows from his chest, the slip further hardening his cock.

Squeezing your thighs softly, then quickly turning rough, causing pain to shoot through you, only to soothe that same spot after, feeding the arousal in you.

Sensing the creation of a smirk against your lips, Cleon, having found a new form of pleasure to inflict upon your body. Feeling his body become rougher, hands squeezing every surface of skin, thrusts starting to ram, setting off an invasion of pain.

"You belong to me," he growls, rawing the skin of your ass. Hands delivering sharp pain across the skin of your hips as he fought the force field's push inside you, setting off the same snips of pain in your walls that mixed too well with the pleasure his cock stirred inside you.

Tears fog your vision as they brim, watching the blurry form of the emperor above you lean closer. "Cleon." His name left your lips with euphoric breathlessness, the very man's lips latch onto your neck, tongue licking up the sweat of sex.

The smell of smoke fills your nose, pulling you from the euphoric fever as he curses against your lips. The emperor now the one in pain. Tearing off the gold bracelet, growing too hot for his skin to bare, as it flung across the room, so did the smell of smoke go with it.

Void of pain, relief runs through you. Mind no longer on the overwhelming mix, the feel of building makes itself known, fingers now able to dig into Cleon's skin. As your hands found support in his skin, his hand ran down between thrusts, touching you.

Losing all focus in Cleon's touch, feeling your body build to a release, encouraged by his touch along with the words he spoke so intensely into your ear.

"That's it, cum for me," he whispers roughly. "Cum for your emperor," his voice rumbles richly against your neck, prickling it with hot kisses.

"Fuck, look at you," his yearning being the last piece before letting go, barely hearing his praise at your body arching, nails digging into his sides.

"Fuck Cleon, please," you moan in the height of your orgasm. "Don't stop, please, Cleon," you plead further.

Hearing Cleon groan, thrusts become unsteady, more deep than fast. Pulling away from your neck, sitting up, taking the last bit of control he had to keep your thighs apart, allowing his final thrusts to reach deep within you.

Throwing his head back, holding little back, burying himself within you as robes of cum spill into you. Chest rising and falling with deep breaths, hips giving small thrusts to pump out any cum that remains in his balls, wanting your insides to have it all.

Seconds pass before he leans down, kissing your lips gently this time, signaling the rough, pleasured attacks on your body have halted.

Breaking away, sitting up to look over your body, now different from earlier, skin bloomed with red and raw, coated in a layer of sweat. Smirking, proud of his work on your body. Watching as you whine, pulling his cock out, cum dripping onto the once clean sheet now hot with sweat, to be cleaned by the palace staff.

Cleon's hands soothe over your body one last time, ending at your hands, pulling them up to his lips, kissing them softly, then laying them back down onto your body.

"I'll send someone to clean you and bring you back to your chambers," he says tiredly, climbing off the bed, needing to tend to the urgent matter from the interruption.

Hearing his bare feet walk down the hall, followed by the hums of voices, drowning out the two pairs of feet as they fade into the hall. Thinking of all that happened, having no sense of time, finding it too hard to compress into one story, worrying you would leave out the smallest detail.

Though if all were to slip away, only one needed to be told, breaking the very golden bracelet all emperors wore, protecting them from any harm that came their way, had broken in the heat of pain-mixed sex. Knowing for sure, the tale would exceed any that were to be told Cleons after.

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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..