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cloveroctobers · 8 months ago

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NO STRESS — Armando Aretas [Fall Crumbles] 🤎

A/N: Going back to my roots of my first official drop on this man, which was a angsty-based Armando piece. It’s a kinda short thing and what I do best! Believe me I’m not pushing for a sad girl autumn by any means and I don’t think this is that?

WARNINGS: Language! + Moving onto bigger things? You tell me. Definitely inspired by current events but this won’t be too deep on that, especially if you’re looking for a break, yet I always find Novembers to be full of grievances but still looking at the positives towards the end of the month and thanks to this album dropping during this time…also helped inspired these chapters I’ve been writing.

SYNOPSIS: Set some time in the future in which every state in the U.S. solely has a president now and Armando Aretas holds that title. What happens when your easy going or dysfunctional? nature becomes too much after Armando’s new actions hits headlines?

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“Mami, don’t piss me off.” Armando spews at you, eyes locked on you from the moment you walked through the doors of your shared palace.

The way you sauntered along the marble floor, natural sway in your hips, with a strut in your step as your heels clacked along the texture, and your jacket slightly hung off your shoulders as you made your way over to the grand table, implied you were onto something lethal.

You oozed luxury as you took your seat so elegantly at the opposite head of the table, fixing your Prada shades back along your fresh silk press, all while beaming to your right, Mike’s hand going out to grab yours with a smile, as you almost pressed your glossed lips to your other fingertips to silently kiss at him in greeting.

One of your young servers—named Romil—you did the simple task of learning all of your employees names, immediately came to your left, your fizzy speciality already awaited for you in a flute glass, which you plucked into your grasp and always thanked your workers with a warm smile, “Thank you, Rom.”

He quickly sent a smile your way with a dip of his head before moving to stand away from the table in one of the corners. The servers were always supposed to give those at the dinner table space, waiting hand and foot on you. At times you found it ridiculous, knowing you can do these basic tasks on your own, (which you often did) especially on holidays when they should be off with their own loved ones, but you always made it a oath that they were included on gifts every year.

As the First Lady of Miami (Technically it was Florida but “Miami” just sounded better, especially since that’s where you all resided), it was not in your nature to ever treat anyone as less then. You were not that type of bitch, Lady of Georgia, the nasty shady Southern Belle, gratefully held that title.

A loud clearing of a throat and a side of a fist hitting the table, made the utensils on the table jump, and eyes turn to Armando, except for you who took your time facing your husband as you swallowed the Prosecco.

“Excuse me? Did you hear what I said?” Armando hissed.

Your smile could make anyone weak in the knees but Armando looked right past that since you were irking his nerves, “Hello to you too, baby. And No, I didn’t. What’s wrong?”

The way Armando’s eyes went into slits while resting his elbows on the table and pressed his clasped hands to his lips for a moment made his father, Mike Lowrey mumble to himself, “Oh shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Armando repeated, “Where were you huh? You weren’t there at the press meeting—

With a dramatic sigh you interrupted as you picked up a utensil to stab into the kale salad, “You mean the press meeting where they slaughtered you for the fuck shit you’ve been pulling? Why would I need to be there for that?”

Armando raised his brows, “You’re my lady, did you forget? You’re supposed to be beside me whenever I speak to the public, why are you acting brand new?”

Covering your mouth as you let out some laughter, you finished eating your portion of an appetizer, “That’s the thing, I’ve been by your side and when I don’t want to? I won’t be. I had better things to do today. It’s that simple.”

Armando’s eyes went to everyone else at the table, to make sure that he wasn’t hearing things. It shouldn’t be a shock to him, neither of you two were strictly by the book and marched to your own drums, just ask the people of the state who were not a fan of you two, they automatically felt like Armando was and still is a crook. Then there were those who felt like you could do better.

The opinion of sheep in some cases, right?

He was just a businessman that got shit done.

Like it or not.

“A First Lady’s obligiation is to be involved in social affairs. That’s just one of many.” Armando states which makes you tilt your head to the side, laughing once more.

He should be the last one preaching to you.

“Sure and my obligation today was to prioritize self care.” You inhale as you return back to your plate of salad, “I’m glad that I don’t have to beg for your attention, since you apparently miss me so much that you care more about how the public is labeling you. That’s something you should have thought about before you picked the streets over your queen, no?”

Armando immediately knew what you were getting at. It was tossed at him by one of the journalists who outed that the woman Armando was seen spending many outings with behind your back, had been talking about their quality times together for the right price. Fresh off the press, it was something you were aware of at 2 this morning which was sadly confirmed by Dorn over the phone before it hit news.

You had no issue collecting your things around 5 in the morning, when you could have slapped Armando awake but you couldn’t bring yourself to be blind sided. It was suspected every time Armando extended his trips in Key West. You can’t fix stupid and choices have consequences. This has all come to a hilt and this is exactly what the people wanted, to see you upset so why bother trying to save face when you already knew the truth?

“Maybe we should let you two have this conversation in private?” Theresa, Marcus’ wife speaks up, already placing her handkerchief on the table.

Shrugging your shoulders you say, “We’re all a family here right? What happens in the palace stays in the palace. Except…not with what’s her name? Dinah. Thee aspiring photo journalist who comes from a lineage of racist assassins…I know her family is having a field day with this one. How many nights did you let her stay in one of these rooms or better yet, our bed?”

“It was never our bed.” Armando snaps, making Marcus widened his eyes, and lightly scratch at his ear at what his new nephew let slip through his lips.

This time you cackled with your head thrown back.

Armando glared at you, “I don’t know what you’re laughing at because ain’t shit funny.”

Wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, you nod in agreement as you stared over at your husband in the dim dining hall, “You’re right. It’s hilarious because I just realized I can’t be bothered anymore.”

This is what November’s are for. Saying no to things that no longer have use to you. Getting rid of things to allow the growth to start all over again.

So why was this man playing in your face?

It did sting because it felt like your time was wasted, with a man that should have loved you better. If he wanted to play around, he should have just said that instead of trying to make you out to be a fool. Shouldn’t have even married you if he was going to later second guess your time together. Maybe that wasn’t Armando’s intentions but you just didn’t have the energy to do too much back and forth tonight.

The both of you got into this position of power because of Armando’s mother mainly. Isabel and her husband, Benito—although Mexico City natives—had strong ties to Miami but with their power was also handed down to Armando. It turns out that this was what they were training Armando so hard for as a kid. It was an ugly business, gritty and brutal with the way it turned out but with the way the government was forever changing? Thanks to Benito who had connections with the (dirty) American government, Armando was next in line regardless and knew if he didn’t take his shot, he would miss out on this big opportunity and he wanted nothing more than to take you right with him. Once upon a time, Armando couldn’t picture anyone else ruling this state with him.

Power can make you do questionable things and Armando unfortunately fell into that.

“What does that mean?” Armando quizzed.

“It’s means you’re not as calculated as you think you are,” you pointed the fork in his direction, “And I’m going to move on. Consider this a lesson learned.”

Armando tightened his jaw at your words, “I should have known that you’ve been working against me.”

“No, no. Don’t try and spin this.” You express, “I’m the only one that gets to point fingers. I loved you through your flaws, which is why I don’t love you any less after you’ve been shitting where you shouldn’t eat. You don’t know who to trust and I’m your wife. We’re supposed to be some sort of a union but I guess we’re not. Doesn’t that sound problematic to you?”

Armando scoffed as he let his back rest against the extravagant chair, “What’s problematic is you secretly plotting against me.”

Kelly can’t help but to step in, although Dorn attempts to firmly squeeze her thigh underneath the table, a signal for her to not get involved but she shoves his hand off her, “Look Armando, I’ve been working with you for a good while on this term and your paranoia is out of this world. We can blame your mother for that sure but you got to work through that shit at some point man. You got in your head and now look at you, about to lose your wife. Someone you loved enough to want to spend an eternity with just to let this presidency get to you. It’s clown behavior, I’m just saying.”

“Well nobody asked you, Kelly.” Armando muttered with a strong side eye.

“I don’t care.” The dark haired woman sassed, “I’m not going to be the one enabling you. You’re a dumbass.”

That made you smile.

Kelly scrapped her chair back, looking at all the faces that sat at the table, “And neither should the rest of you, especially you two.” She stared hard at Mike who raised his brows at Kelly’s usual bluntness and Marcus who raised his hands in innocence, “I know where I’m going once you don’t win a second term.” She finishes, looking at Armando one last time before giving you a sharp nod and taking her exit.

Armando stared after her in disbelief, although his usual blank facial expression shielded that well. Yet when he settled his eyes on Dorn, who looked torn, since the two managed to build a solid friendship and partnership—it was actually Armando, Dorn, and Reggie that were the main faces of his term.

“Sorry man,” The blond found himself apologizing but Armando just shrugs his shoulders, knowing Dorn had no true aim on leaving—at least he didn’t have that conversation with Armando.

Wait a minute…

Armando tightened his gaze on you, “You mind telling me what Kelly is getting at?”

It was your turn to shrug your shoulders, “Not everyone can be yes men, ladies, or people. People want balance, I wanted balance. You couldn’t even give me that because you value chess over love and it’s really sad.”

The tone you were taking with him, speaking so at ease with a wicked smile at the corner of your lips, and the glint in your eyes did not feel warm. There was a chill right underneath it. The longer Armando searched your eyes, he started to feel his heart race.

And not in a good way.

“Oh those gears are turning now aren’t they, Mr. Soon to be Ex-President?” You grinned.

Armando stands up so fast that he knocks the chair he was sitting in back, “You can’t be fucken serious?!”

Giggling, you dabbed at the corners of your mouth, “Why wouldn’t I be? Always best to be a few steps ahead right? That is what you once said. And I have you to thank for that, so, thank you. Thank you for making me realize what’s worth my time since I’m not yours. Are you ready to be my First Gentleman?”

Armando felt his eye twitch at the ball you just dropped. “Did you know?” He turns to his father.

Mike shakes his head, “No ‘Mando I didn’t but can you fault her?”

“So you’re taking her side?!”

Christine speaks up so her husband didn’t also raise his voice, “Honey, I know you’re upset but let’s turn it down a notch and just hear each other out.”

Before Armando can say more, you shake your head, “I don’t have anything else to say quite frankly. I’m running and if I don’t win then that’s fine too but as long as you don’t get a second term? That’ll be even better. Too much stress isn’t good for the baby.”

All the older adults whipped their heads to you at this news.

“What did you just say?” Mike splutters out.

Christine and Secada both shared a deep frown.

Marcus said, “I know I’m in no position to ever speak on a woman’s body…were you not just sipping on some fizz?”

You scanned all the faces in the room, and the amount of times Armando caressed his facial hair made you think he was about to pass out.

“Ah, I had y’all going didn’t i?” You winked, which visibly made everyone relax, “Can you imagine? Me trying to take over the world while carrying a heir? Real queen shit but…hopefully Dinah doesn’t pop back up talking about a bundle of joy of her own within the next few days because I might just actually have to bury your ass, and pretend you went missing, I don’t know.”

You said all this with a smile that made Christine share a worried glance with Theresa who couldn’t blame you. Reggie quietly finished his meal, wanting to finish it all before they all got kicked out but it’s not like he would have said much in the first place but he was definitely listening. He was the only one who knew what Armando was up to with Dinah until you approached Dorn to gather information (hack into Key West’s cameras and common areas Armando would be at out there) that was slowly about to released into the world.

“Don’t joke like that.” Armando muttered, palms flat on the table.

You blink, “Why? You took this marriage as one.”

Armando shakes his head, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, so we’re gaslighting now? Were you or were you not involved with another woman?” You interrogated.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” Armando tried to tell you, he wasn’t physical with Dinah at all but if he looked back at it, it was still a form of cheating.

“Screencaps say different. Yapper Dinah says different…but no stress…maybe there will be a divorce or open marriage if that’s more your speed…I’m not sure what I’m feeling just yet though. TBD?”

Armando clasped his hands above his head, low lidded eyes settled on you as he tried to control his breathing, “Are you loca?”

“Nooo! Don’t say that.” Mike immediately shook his head already aware that was the wrong thing to say, shifting his gaze from a collected you and his iritated son.

Marcus also tried to intervene, “Nope.”

Instead all at the table watched you give off another round of laughter. This was not a good sign, it sounded chaotic and everyone can sense you were over it.

Resting one arm along the table and resting your cheek against the knuckles of your other hand you respond, “I could show you but I’ll let the universe do her thing, baby.”

With that you take your entree plate and start to leave the table but not without saying over your shoulder followed by a wave, “Thanks for coming to dinner everyone, my apologies for my late arrival but most importantly, I’m sorry Arman wasn’t the best host. Have a great night, I know I will.” You sing-song, feeling giddy at tonight’s plans.

Armando began to walk after you but Mike was already up and on his feet as well. He latched onto his son’s shoulder, “Aye, you gotta eat this one. Let some steam off before y’all can have a civil conversation, without us being your audience, ya know?”

“You might need some witnesses just in case she murder yo ass.” Marcus attempted with a chuckle, just to be slapped on his chest by Theresa, “Ow! Y’all all heard what she said right?”

“Shut up, Marcus.” Theresa tells her husband before Mike can.

Armando felt his eyes close once the guards shut the door behind you. You being out of his life out of something so one sided, was frustrating and not only that? Now you wanted to run against him during the next election? Then on top of that, you were considering ending this marriage and being so at peace with it too? That didn’t sit well with Armando.

So yeah, he was stressed.

“You know, you screwed up right? When a woman is that calm over your mishaps…that means deep shit.” Secada tells Armando at the front door of the palace, who huffs and rolls his eyes, “Hey as your SecDef who did just see you get your ass handed to you, again, I’m just stating the obvious and trying to help.”

“If I wanted your input, I would have asked.”

“Don’t take it out on me.” Secada affirms, “Usually your defense is better than this which already tells me, whatever you got yourself wrapped into with Dinah, is clearly messing up your judgment and now there’s consequences.”

Armando waved his hand along, still holding the front door open, “Tell me something I don’t know, General.”

Secada placed her hands on her hips as she now stands outside, “…Sitting on top of the world can be lonely, Aretas. Look at your mother—hell just talk to Mike. Don’t let that be your story when you truly have someone who only wanted to be loved by you and has loved you in return.”

“…Heard you.” Is all Armando says with a dip of his head, and Secada can tell that he was taking that part of her words in.

With a final hug of the night to tía Theresa, Christine, and a unwanted one from tío Marcus, Armando shares another somewhat lengthy chat with Mike on not pressing the issue anymore but after Armando remembered that you were trying to go out tonight, that went in one ear and out the other.

He wasn’t shocked to not find you in the primary bedroom, searching one of the ten rooms, finding you on the east wing, tucked far into the palace and out of sight. Armando knew you were in there based on the music vibrating from the door and a bowl you had resting outside the door on a tray.

Armando knocks hard, knowing you should be able to hear him over the bass. You take your time, coming to the door now dressed in a corset, mini skirt, tall boots, and hair in a claw clip. There was no shame in Armando’s game as he drank you in with his eyes, damn you looked good, but that was not the point.

“Where you goin’?”

“A girls night out on the town and that’s all I’m saying on that.” You announce with your chin up in the air before spinning to head back into the room, “Are you going to try and hold me hostage in here? If so, then you’re really asking for a fight.”

“No,” Armando lifted his shoulders with his lips pushed out a bit, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t go out tonight though.”

With a long sigh, you picked up your necklace, placing it in Armando’s palm so he could put it on you. “Well…we can’t always get what we want, right? It’s just like auntie Whitney said, it’s not right but it’s okay, I’m gonna make it anyway.”

Once clasped you turned back to face your husband. Your fingers went to his forehead to smooth out the lines there, “Stress brings wrinkles.”

“Kelly keeps telling me to get Botox…just in case, although my melanin should work in my favor.”

You snort, “Your body your choice, baby. Anyways! I’ve got to run, don’t wait up.”

It was Armando’s turn to grab your wrist, which you halt although you wanted to snatch it right back. However you kept your breathing steady and slowly faced the brown eyed man, questioning what he wanted silently. Something the both of you commonly did, socializing with just your eyes.

“…I hope you’re not for real thinking about ending things?”

Brushing a strand that fell into your eye, thanks to tilting your head to the side you say, “is that really a conversation you want to get into tonight? It’s been a long day.”

“Mine’s longer.”

He was the damn president after all.

“Ah yes, a competition with my unfaithful husband.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

How else could he have meant it?

“What is it exactly you want from me?” You question Armando, “To yell, scream, or cry? All the above? Drag your name through the press so you really end this term in a dumpster fire? That’s not me, never has been and I thought you knew that. I’m just done…probably numb? If I look into your eyes long enough, I can feel my heart wanting to race because I’ve really adored all parts of you until now. Then there’s this stronger side of me that says, maybe I’ve had enough too and just waited too late to see that.”

Armando can feel you fading from his grasp but he only had himself to blame for that. He cleared his throat, scratching at the side of the bridge of his nose as he followed you down the hallway before speaking up, “I think we still owe one another a final convo…once we sleep on it.”

“Okay, Arman,” is all you say texting away on your phone to let him know you heard him but still dreaded that, you knew the most important part of that talk would be the election because over the last few years, that became more important than your marriage, “Goodnight, don’t let the thoughts bite.”

And he stops following you, letting you disappear from his sight.

In bed, Armando lays on his back staring up at the ceiling constantly checking his socials, skipping over the constant talk of his fuck ups with Dinah being put on blast, ignored her texts, and searched for you, to see what you were up to.

Ultimately he would be the one up all night stressed over you.

And if you really chose to think about it, that would be fine by you.

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aloneatpeace · 1 year ago

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Fall of Empire

MAID '7'

Summary :𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 . 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼.

→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →.- this is pure fan fiction it's not real. I mean no disrespect to any of the members.The stroy is fictional it's doesn't have anything to do with the real life members of bts.

.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. Sorry it's short chapter guys

Your heart beats anxiously, griping the apron that hug around your waist, the clothes fit you well. Emma guides you through the halls of palace. “We can start with mopping the ballroom” she quietly says glancing back at you while walking.

You nod seeing that she is speaking quietly almost faintly that you are afraid your voice would only come out as loud and disturb the peace atmosphere. The ballroom stands empty, silent and still. The polished the hardwood floor and high, painted celling reflect the flickering glow of the chandlers overhead. Tall windows set into one wall overlook the guidance, while ornate doorways on each side of the room lead to other parts of the palace.

Emma hands you a rag and bucket of water and instruct you to starts with the door you two quietly starts working, scrabbing the door to the floor there was no exchanges of words between the two of you as you both worked.

Hoseok stands in between jungkook and jimin waiting for yoongi to show up, they had huddled together outside the palace near to the stable.

“Hoseok how are you with swords?”

Hoseok thinks for a moment if he become a he would not have access to the palace where you are, who would even allow a stable boy enter the palace. If he become a knight like his new friends then he can enter the palace with no difficulties even if he would a low rank the possibility would be higher to if he become a knight.

“I do well” he decided

Jimin raise his eyebrow at the male who clearly laying but says nothing jungkook beams “That great, you can even train with us”

Hoseok nod and his eyes finds yoongi walking towards them “Yeah, yoongi I want to become a knight” he states without any hesitation the other knights look dumb found at the male who freely called the commanders son’s name without any fear, no one had dared to addresses by his name it always Sir yoongi, or Sir Min yoongi.

They were expecting yoongi to glare at man but they were surprised when yoongi merely just nodded. the selection for knights and stable boys done relatively quickly. The sun had long set; the moon slowly rise in the sky hiding behind the clouds. The three knights had taken hoseok to where they reside the youngest one said that he could stay with them and hoseok found no reason to deny the request, hoseok and the new knights are instructed to starts training early morning under one of their supervisions.

Thaddeus Theron knuckle softly knocks against the door of king’s study quarter, the door opens by one of the servants who bow and move out the way Theron enter the room before motioning the servant to leave with a flick of his wrist.

The king sits on his chair looking out of the large to the sky “is everything in order for their arrival”

“Yes, my king” Theron answers “You seem troubled my king”

The king nod “I am afraid they remember what happened maybe he does” his voice came out Shakey

Theron understanding what the king refers walks towards the king “burden not my king, its was years ago its impossible for them to know, the emissary informed that princes are oblivious as ever. And even if they come to know, they do not hold the power to compete against you”

“I am getting not any young, Thaddeus. The throne belongs to one of them”

Theron nod “But that does not mean we cannot control them, what we need to pass the throne my king not the power”

“Keep everything in control as well” the king adds

“Certainly, my king”

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nixwriteschaos · 2 years ago

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For my request, an you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa and a male reader in an Aladdin AU please? In the fic, Aizawa is a street rat and is childhood friends with the reader. But as they become adults, their friendship/relationship becomes strained as Aizawa keeps getting into serious trouble with the palace guards while the reader tries to maintain his career as a merchant. What do you think?

Trouble

Street!Rat!Aizawa x Merchant!Male!reader [Aladdin AU]

Summary: Aizawa and Y/N had a good friendship that blossomed into a relationship. But as days went on, Aizawa started to trouble the palace which left him getting chased by the guards. A well-connected merchant to the palace can’t be associated with street rats.. Right?

★☽A/N: I think it’s a really good request! Though it did take a while for me to figure it out, but I hope you like it!!

Contents: ANGST - SLIGHT FLUFF? - ALADDIN AU

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Y/N was a well-connected merchant, having a really close relationship with the king along with his daughter, the princess.

When he was younger, his father was in charge of a small region in the kingdom before being brutally murdered by the residents’ nobles. His father and the king were close since little lads so the king offered a place for him to stay in the palace after his mother died from an illness. As Y/N grew older, he had trouble in the palace, as some of the servants saw him as a "charity case" for the King. They never treated the boy kindly and would often trick him.

Tricking him into getting out of the palace before locking him out. They would sometimes even seduce or bribe the guards into not letting the boy inside which resulted in him having to stay the night outside. Because of this frequent “accident,” he eventually built a small fort for himself. It was in the corner of the library that he was given permission to take shelter at. The librarian was a close friend of his so she allowed the boy to stay there. He made it out of pillows and such.

But during his frequent stay, it was rather lonely. Atleast.. That was before Shota came into his life. The boy ran into the library and caused a small ruckus, the librarian scolding him for being loud in the quiet space. The boy apologized and made his way into the library’s halls of books. He didn’t like reading much, but he loved reading about how things worked and ideas to cause mischief. He was looking at the books and went to the end of a hall and saw Y/N in the corner with a book in his crossed arms as he slept in the small fort of pillows and blankets.

By curiosity, the black-haired boy inched closer to the fort, carefully making his moves in fear of awakening the sleeping H/C boy. But as he inched closer, he felt his wrist suddenly get grabbed. By shock and fear, he yelled and started to swing his hand to try to get the hand’s grip off him. His eyes trailed from the hand gripping him to the face of the person. It was the sleeping boy who was now awake, his slight sleepy E/C eyes looking at him.

“Who are you?” The H/C cautious eyes watching the black-haired boy. “Why should I tell you?” The boy answered stubbornly. The black-haired boy just stayed silent in response. The now awakened boy just scoffed, “Leave me alone, will you?” He groaned, letting go of the boy’s hand and rolled over to the side to not see the boy’s face.

“You look a bit too young to be out here,” the boy commented, getting a groan of annoyance in response from the other. “You look about my age, aren’t you?” The other boy with H/C hair said in a harsh tone, still faced away from the boy. “I’m 12, you?” The timid looking boy asked. “13,” he answered back. “Oh, you’re older than me,” he realized, shocked.

The black-haired sat down beside the H/C haired boy and continued to sit there in silence for a few hours. Eventually, the 13 year old boy started to feel annoyed by the other’s company. “Would you leave me alone?” He asked with an irritated voice. “If you tell me your name then I might.” The other responded. The 13 year old sighed in defeat and mumbled his name. “Repeat that?” the now curious boy requested. He sighed again and answered with a much clearer voice, “Y/N L/N.”

“See, that wasn't so bad, wasn’t it?” The black-haired boy smiled.

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From that day forward, those two were inseparable and would spend time with each other up until they were young adults. It’s now time skipped to their 30’s. Shota being 30 and Y/N being 31. By this time, Shota had the reputation of “the street rat” who hung around with a young boy named Aladdin. While Y/N had the reputation of a successful merchant who was close with the king and his princess.

Originally, the king wanted his daughter to marry Y/N but Y/N protested and had to admit his sexuality. The king was mad at first, clearly enraged by this information but after some time, he started to accept Y/N for his likings.

Though the king never thought Y/N L/N, a practical son to him, would love a street rat like Shota Aizawa. L/N loved Aizawa and he loved him too and started to hang out more often. But Y/N felt some sort of uneasy feeling about the blackhead’s reputation.

If anyone were to find out his relationship with the well-known thief who was friends with another thief and their monkey, his reputation as a merchant would be torn apart.

But he tries his best to spend time with his beloved. Y/N would travel out of the city and would help prosper their kingdom and its wealth. And sometimes he would make an excuse, saying he’s going to another kingdom to get some wealth for the kingdom, but in reality, he was visiting Aizawa and his friend, and the monkey of course.

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For the past week, Y/N has been…concerned about Aizawa. He has been getting in trouble for years, sure, but now he has been troubling the guards and would always have to run away from them before he could get arrested. And Y/N ended up arguing with him about keeping a low profile.

“Just, please stop! You’ll end up in the dungeon!” Y/N said with a concerned voice. Aizawa just scoffed, “So what? I can always break out,” he said in a relaxed voice, rolling his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.” The H/C haired straightened his posture, he was clearly pissed at his response. “What? That you’re lovey dovey with a thief like me? And you don’t want anyone to know it?” Aizawa also started to lose his temper. “I..” Y/N paused, looked down in some guilt. “Of course, you’re ashamed of me,” Aizawa scoffed. “Oh, don’t twist my words,” Y/N spat with venom. “What? It’s the truth,” Aizawa spat back.

They argued for hours. Each word led to more conflict between them. They said words that they didn’t mean to say. Some words were hurtful too, commenting about their bad childhood and commenting about their personality now. It was a heated argument and it ended not how the two wanted it. It was in heat of the moment and Y/N didn’t mean it when he said,

“Maybe I don’t need someone like you in my life!” In his angered tone. But when he realized his mistake, it was too late to apologize. Aizawa looked at him with shock which turned into disgust and anger and slapped him across the face. “You’re nothing but a privileged man! Don’t ever contact me again,” Aizawa spat out. Y/N wanted to respond, desperate to apologize but Aizawa wanted nothing to do with Y/N at that moment. He left Y/N who stood there frozen, and couldn't utter a word, except two. He spoke to them with such softness, Aizawa couldn’t hear his woes.

“I’m sorry..”

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★☽A/N: That’s all for this one! But would you guys want a second part? I already have an idea in mind! I know this was a oneshot but I wanted to try doing a cliffhanger! lolol

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Here are some excellent resort and heritage‑style stays around Jaipur—no booking links included:

You can find some of jaipur resort for your next trip

Top Resorts & Boutique Retreats

1. Taj Devi Ratn Resort & Spa

– A luxurious, modern resort offering spacious rooms, an outdoor pool, spa and business facilities, with exceptional guest reviews (~9.2/10) .

2. Amrit Van Resort

– Located about 20 km from Jaipur centre, this serene resort offers a pool, lush gardens, and excellent service (9.2/10) .

3. Umaid Farm Resort – A Legacy Vintage Stay

– Heritage‑style farmhouse retreat with a large pool and vintage villa ambiance, scoring ~9.2/10 .

4. Hathi Mauja

– Family-friendly resort near Amber Fort with gardens, pool and cultural charm; rated ~9.3/10 .

5. Chokhi Dhani Resort

– Ethnic 4–5★ property offering traditional Rajasthani experiences with themed décor and activities .

6. Buena Vista Luxury Resort

– A tranquil, upscale resort west of Jaipur, listed among TripAdvisor’s top 10 .

7. JW Marriott Resort & Spa, Kukas

– A high-end staycation option just outside Jaipur, featuring multiple restaurants, spa, pool and fitness center; rooms start around ₹10 000/night .

8. Shiv Vilas Resort

– Set along Delhi–Jaipur highway, offers luxurious suites, spa, candlelit dining, camel & elephant rides, yoga and more, from ~₹7 400–10 500/night .

9. Heiwa Heaven Resort (Jamdoli)

– Quiet, nature‑surrounded resort with pool and extensive recreation (e.g. badminton, go‑karting, spa); rooms ~₹3 600–7 600 .

10. Le Méridien Jaipur Resort & Spa (Kukas)

– Elegant resort nestled in greenery at the foot of Aravalli hills, with pool, spa, banquet facilities; rooms ~₹6 300–10 000 .

Heritage Haveli & Palace‑Style Retreats

Samode Haveli / Samode Palace – A historic 18th‑century property known for its grandeur, courtyards and boutique charm .

The Raj Palace – Once a royal residence, now award‑winning heritage hotel; over 250 years old .

Fort Madhogarh – A 400‑year‑old fort turned heritage‑hotel, set ~42 km from Jaipur on the Agra highway .

What Locals Say

A visitor on Reddit recently shared their budget pick (~₹10 000/night):

“We’d love a place with a pool or jacuzzi and a few activities to make our time special.”

Many of the above resorts (e.g., Shiv Vilas, Heiwa Heaven) fit this mood—offering pools, spa/jacuzzi, and engaging activities.

Quick Picks by Vibe

VibeRecommended ResortsLuxury modernTaj Devi Ratn, JW Marriott, Le MéridienHeritage charmSamode Haveli, Raj Palace, Fort MadhogarhActivity-richShiv Vilas, Heiwa Heaven, Chokhi DhaniValue staycationAmrit Van, Umaid Farm, Hathi Mauja

Let me know your budget, desired vibe, or if you're interested in amenities like spa, cultural shows, or poolside relaxation—I'll narrow it down further!

Here we had discussed about best resorts in jaipur for family for your stay

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harshublogtravel · 13 days ago

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Here are some of the best budget-friendly hotels and guesthouses in Ujjain, especially near Mahakaleshwar Temple and the railway station. Prices range from ₹800 to ₹2,500/night, making them perfect for pilgrims and travelers on a budget: lets discuss about best budget hotels in ujjain

🏨 Recommended Budget Stays

1. Hotel Kalash (Opp. Railway Station) 📍 ~1 km from Mahakaleshwar Temple 💰 ~₹900/night ✨ 2★, couple-friendly, free cancellation—highly rated for location and value travelguru.com+15yatra.com+15yatradham.org+15

2. Hotel Rameshwaram 📍 ~0.5 km from Mahakaleshwar Temple 💰 ~₹1,300/night ✨ 2★, excellent reviews (4.1/5), smooth check-in, good for families yatra.com+2travelguru.com+2travelguru.com+2

3. Hotel Shikhar Darshan 📍 ~0.5 km from Mahakaleshwar Temple 💰 ~₹1,200–1,500/night ✨ 2★, high rating (4.2/5), complimentary Wi‑Fi

4. Hotel Vrandavan Palace 📍 ~0.3 km from Mahakaleshwar Temple 💰 ~₹1,350/night ✨ 2★, free cancellation, good for families reddit.com+15yatra.com+15yatradham.org+15

5. Hotel Shipra Avenue / Shipra Inn 📍 ~200–300 m from the temple 💰 ~₹1,600–2,500/night ✨ Free cancellation, couple-friendly, AC/non-AC rooms, Wi‑Fi reddit.com+9bloomhot.com+9reddit.com+9pilgrimagetour.inyatradham.org+2yatra.com+2yatradham.org+2

6. Sun Guest House 📍 ~0.5 km from the temple 💰 ~₹1,600/night (₹2,000 rack rate) ✨ “Standard” with geyser, Wi‑Fi, LCD TV, parking pilgrimagetour.in

7. Amrit Shree Residency 📍 ~1.5 km from the temple 💰 ~₹1,400/night (₹1,800 rack) ✨ Deluxe rooms, free Wi‑Fi, parking bloomhot.com+15pilgrimagetour.in+15reddit.com+15

8. Shivlok Guest House 📍 ~1.4 km from the temple 💰 ~₹1,200/night (₹1,500 rack) ✨ Deluxe guesthouse, free cancellation, Wi-Fi reddit.com+5pilgrimagetour.in+5travelguru.com+5

9. Gouri Kripa Guest House 📍 ~0.9 km from the temple 💰 ~₹1,600/night (₹2,000 rack) ✨ Standard rooms with basic facilities pilgrimagetour.inbloomhot.com

10. Agrawal Bhawan (Dharamshala style) 📍 ~500 m from the temple 💰 Very budget (likely ₹500–1,000) ✨ Simple accommodation with hot water available

🗣️ Traveler Tips & Local Insights

Many hotels on Indore Road offer Mahakal darshan packages; offline negotiation often leads to better deals—bargain in person reddit.com+1reddit.com+1.

Expect to spend ₹700–1,200 for decent rooms very close to the temple .

Some guesthouses provide VIP or sheegra darshan passes to facilitate early access—ask during check-in bloomhot.com+15reddit.com+15reddit.com+15.

If you prefer a simple, spiritual stay, dharamshala-type places like Agrawal Bhawan or Disawal Samaj are excellent low-cost options (~₹500–800) yatradham.org+3yatradham.org+3yatradham.org+3.

📋 Quick Comparison Table

Hotel / GuesthousePrice (₹/night)Distance to TempleHighlightsHotel Kalash~₹900~1 kmFree cancellation, couple-friendlyHotel Rameshwaram~₹1,300~0.5 kmExcellent ratings (4.1/5)Hotel Shikhar Darshan₹1,200–1,500~0.5 kmHigh ratings (4.2/5), Wi-FiVrandavan Palace~₹1,350~0.3 kmFree cancellation, central locationShipra Avenue / Inn₹1,600–2,500~0.3 kmAC/non‑AC options, Wi‑FiSun Guest House~₹1,600~0.5 kmGeyser, Wi‑Fi, parkingAmrit Shree Residency~₹1,400~1.5 kmDeluxe rooms, parking, Wi‑FiShivlok Guest House~₹1,200~1.4 kmDeluxe rooms, cancellation optionsGouri Kripa Guest House~₹1,600~0.9 kmBasic comfort, clean stayAgrawal Bhawan (dharamshala)₹500–1,000~0.5 kmVery basic, spiritual, hot water available

Let me know if you’d like:

Under ₹1,000 options only,

Help with booking based on your travel dates,

Assistance finding sheegra darshan or early morning passes,

Or suggestions for quieter, off-beat stays farther from the temple!

you can also watch hotels in kasauli video in our channel.

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mimimireads · 2 months ago

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Shadow is not at all happy with me. He lies by the fire while the chill wind rattles the door, tail inert, staring out from beneath that shaggy forelock of his with the sort of accusatory resignation peculiar to dogs, as if to say: Of all the stupid adventures you’ve dragged me on, this will surely be the death of us.

Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries 𓍊𓋼𓍊 Heather Fawcett 𓍊𓋼𓍊 2019 𓍊𓋼𓍊 Emily Wilde #1

▸ Historical | Fantasy

My Final Rating: 5★

I'm in love with Emily. She's so competent at what she does and she doesn't shy from it, doesn't make excuses for it. She owns it.

Yes, she's callous at times; she's imperfect and, to me, that makes her a fascinating character. And, even though at first, I thought this was going to be your run-of-the-mill fantasy romance story, it wasn't. There's romance, yes, but not like I've seen it done a million times over, and the ending to this particular plot point wasn't what I was expecting either (and made me love this book 10000x more).

This story is about so much more than that. It's dark and heavier than I thought going in (the cover is too cosy, and gives you a false sense of security which, I guess, is in tune with the fae in this book lmao). It's about letting go of your own rigid notions of who you are, it's about accepting help and letting others in, it's about understanding and letting yourself be understood, it's about calling your coworker out for being the diva that he is.

Emily's arc in this book resonated so much with me. And the quote below (which is a little bit spoiler-y, so do stop reading if you must), punched me right in the heart. It made me weep a little bit ngl.

A drop landed on the back of my hand, and I realized to my dismay that I was crying. Never in my adult life had I had someone looking out for me. Everything that I have wanted or needed doing, I have done myself. And why not? I have never needed rescuing before. I suppose I always assumed that if I ever did, I would have two options: rescue myself or perish. The whole village, working for weeks. Setting aside their own lives and interests to help me. At first I was horribly embarrassed. But underneath that was something that warmed me to the core, even in a palace of ice. They are coming to rescue me. I am not alone.

▸ 30th January—later (presumably)

Come on. How can I recover from that?

ANYWAY. What I mean to say here is that this book was great! All the characters are now permanent residents in my brain and we frequently go to brunch together. And I'll keep reading this series. At least so I can keep an eye on this super sus Wendell guy *wink wink*

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travel-journal-from-shirokane · 6 months ago

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Palais Grand-Ducal, Palace(Luxembourg, Grand Duchy of Luxembourg) ルクセンブルク大公宮殿★★

I visited the Palais Grand-Ducal in Luxembourg (^o^)

The official residence of the Grand Duke of Luxembourg (^o^)v

ルクセンブルク大公宮殿に行って来ました(^o^)

ルクセンブルク大公の公邸(^o^)v

#luxembourg #europe #palace

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erosmutt · 6 months ago

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　★　𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧　⨟　𝗗. 𝗩𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

👥﹐𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ﹒Darth Vader x apprentice!reader

📺﹐𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ﹒Breaking the rule of two is alright as long as it's his pretty little apprentice - she's the only one Vader will let see him out of his suit.

♰﹐𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ﹒standing sex, sex up against the bacta tank so not really wall sex but eh, Vader refers to reader as "little one" in an affectionate sense﹒

🎼﹐𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 ﹒Angel ⋆ Massive Attack

ਏਓ 𝒃𝒏𝒖𝒖𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : unrealistic, he has his limbs in the bacta tank and he's managing without his suit for a bit . for @lacebird <3 // MY KO-FI

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 24.12.20

The stark grey corridors of the Death Star stretch on endlessly, the only color ever added being the occasional stormtrooper on patrol or an Imperial officer making his way to a meeting. It's sterile, oppressive, and you absolutely despise it. The Imperial Palace is where you would much rather reside, and you make a point to mention it every chance you get.

With a low hiss, the door to a chamber hardly entered opens and you step inside, your robes flowing. A massive, cylindrical tank rests on a raised platform - a bacta tank. The green liquid inside churns gently, illuminating the room with a dim, eerie, somewhat ethereal glow. Within is your Master, Darth Vader, his scarred body submerged in the healing fluid, the only time he ever seems somewhat at peace.

You take a moment to compose yourself as you step up to the bacta tank, your robes rustling softly with each step. Your eyes are fixed on him, filled with a mix of curiosity and deep concern. As you reach the tank, you press your soft hand against the glass, feeling the warmth of the healing liquid on the other side. Your heart races as you gaze upon his scarred body, the evidence of countless battles fought and pain endured etched into his very flesh. You've often found yourself wondering about the stories behind each mark, each wound, but Vader has always remained stoically silent when you've dared to ask.

A small sigh escapes your lips and your mouth trembles slightly as you begin to speak. "Master," you whisper, your eyes never leaving his form submerged in the bacta. "Is there anything I can do for you while you rest?" Your hand lingers on the glass, fingers tracing the outline of his form through the liquid, a small, sad smile playing on your lips. "You know you can always talk to me, Master," you add, your voice filled with gentle encouragement and unwavering devotion.

Suddenly, Vader's eyes open, piercing you with their intense gaze. The top of the tank hisses softly, lifting open. He rises from the tank, water cascading down his muscular body in rivulets. He removes the mask and takes a deep breath of fresh air, standing there nude and imposing. "What do you want, apprentice?" He asks, voice a deep, commanding rasp. He takes a step towards you, his presence beginning to overwhelm you in the small chamber. Your breath catches in your throat, equal parts fear and exhilaration coursing through your veins.

"I just wanted to check on you, Master," You murmur, hands coming to fold together in front of you. His eyes rake over your body, taking in every curve and swell, further committing them to memory. "And now?" He asks, closing the distance between you. He towers over you, heat radiating off his body, power emanating off him. Your heart pounds in your chest, your cheeks flushing as your Master leans down, still too tall to come eye to eye with you. "You want something else, yes?"

Vader's hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him. As your hands find his biceps, you can feel the hard plane of his body, the strength in his muscles, the heat of his skin. Slowly, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that takes your breath away. His tongue delves into your mouth as his cybernetic hands roam your body, mapping every dip and curve like a starved man.

His cold hands gather your robes before sliding underneath them, kneading the soft flesh, thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples. You gasp as he pinches them, robes falling to the floor, leaving you bare and exposed to the cold air. His golden orbs take in your body, his right hand sliding down and dipping into your leggings and between your thighs, his fingers finding your slick heat. "Say my name," he murmurs against your lips.

"Master," you gasp as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he turns the both of you around and puts your back up against the bacta tank. Your eyes meet his, breath coming in short pants, body aching for him. "Master,"

With a swift motion, he tears your bottoms apart, leaving you exposed. A deep, rasping breath leaves his chest as he sheathes himself inside you in one smooth thrust, your tight cunt stretching around his thick shaft. "Maker!" You cry, nails raking across his shoulders and down his thick arms. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust before he starts to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, setting a harsh rhythm.

"Gods," he whispers, head dipping down to your neck, nose brushing against your soft skin. His hands move down to grip your ass, lifting you higher to change the angle, hitting that spot deep inside that makes you see stars. He pounds up into you with abandon, the bacta tank shaking with the force of his thrusts. A low, guttural moan rumbles from Vader's chest as he buries himself deeper, and he can feel your slick walls fluttering around him, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the small chamber.

His breathing grows heavier, the air in the room growing hotter. As you tighten around him, he can sense your impending orgasm and he redoubles his efforts, chasing his own high. The tank shakes and the bacta inside sloshes, some spilling over and splashing onto your skin. With a final, hard thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills his warm seed into your waiting womb. he groans, long and low, body shuddering with the force of his release.

Vader holds you close as you both come down from your highs, his softening cock still inside of you. He nuzzles your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He pulls out of you slowly, the both of you watching as his cum begins to drip out of you. In a daring move, you reach down and gather a bit on your fingertips, bringing them up to your mouth and tasting him before reaching down again and gently stuffing his cum back in.

He sets you down on shaky legs, hands holding your hips to steady you. "Go and rest, little one." He murmurs, making a silent promise to come check on you later. "Yes Master," you respond, tugging your robes down over yourself. You lean up and press a soft kiss to his bicep before turning away and leaving, the door to the chamber hissing shut behind you.

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sutyii · 27 days ago

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symphonicsoul · 1 year ago

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·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. His Highness has tried to explain the people here but it hasn't all come across well. Tähtien is feeling well today as he is most others but that leaves him to navigate this mess on his own. It's nothing like the palace. Far as he's aware there are people here from a world known as Amestris, his Highness says and they are humans he's explained.

As long as they didn't make problems for himself and His Highness, he honestly could care less. Though he would be lying if he said it didn't interest him to find out that these humans seem to be new here and while himself and his fellow co-binds were the newest to take up residence in this building, apparently the humans have only come to have been thrown in this world within the space of the last year.

And there was no language barrier.

Apparently His Highness had found most of them over the course of the last year while he was out ... looking for a boy? One of the humans' children apparently. There is a child here already - a girl he sees running about. Pilvi has only explained so much and he doesn't have the best grasp of this damn language.

So he's stopping for a moment as he sees a blond man with soft blue eyes leaving a room to step in the hall.

"Ante -Excuse me." He calls out cutting off his reflex to speaking in a language far more comfortable. He's sure that's one of these Amestrians.

"Would you mind lending me a hand for a moment?" He needs to get a few things for Tähtien and an extra pair of hands would be helpful.

|| @madalchcmist if you have time he could just a bit of help.

#madalchcmist #guest muse: opettaja aamunkoitto #arc: amestris no more #v; helping the dawn #// you said throw him at axel but before kumo could do anything aamunkoitto demanded to speak and who am I to tell him no

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lilainmotorbike · 2 years ago

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HA GIANG LOOP MOTORBIKE TOUR - HA GIANG LOOP + BAN GIOC WATERFALL TOUR – 7 DAYS 6 NIGHTS

Day 1: Ha Giang City – Bac Sum Pass – Quan Ba Heaven Gate – Yen Minh – H’mong King’s Palace – Tham Ma Pass – Lung Cu Flag Tower – Dong Van Ancient Town

11:00 AM Have lunch and take a rest at Yen Minh.

Reach Tham Ma Pass, a historical site where horses were tested for their strength and endurance in the old days.

Drive along the Nine-Turn Pass, a thrilling and scenic road that twists and turns along the steep valleys. Stop for photos and enjoy the view of the flat valley surrounded by limestone karsts at this favorite lookout.

Take a short detour to Pho Bang, a market town near the Chinese border.

Enjoy a relaxing break at Sa Phin Moon Surface, a unique piece of mountain which had huge crevices and from a distance it resembled the surface of the moon.

Visit H’Mong King’s Palace – the residence of Vuong’s family. The building is a fascinating blend of Chinese and French colonial architecture, with intricate carvings and ornate decorations that are sure to impress visitors.

Continue to the Lung Cu Flag Tower, the northernmost point of Vietnam and a symbol of national pride. Admire the view of the giant rocks and the national flag flying over Dragon Mountain, surrounded by magnificent forests.

5:00 PM Arrive at Long Co Tran homestay, a charming place where you can experience the culture and hospitality of the LoLo ethnic group.

7:00 PM Have a family dinner and show off your singing skills wi

Lila inn - Motorbike Tours Ha Giang

50 Hai Bà Trưng, P. Nguyễn Trãi, Hà Giang

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k-daydreams · 2 years ago

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The pursuit of Feeling Alive: I. Intro

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader, PLATONIC!IC x reader

Synopsis: cousin to Rhysand and Morrigan, y/n was once her family’s golden child. Faced with trials and tribulations her whole life, she needed reprieve— a distraction. Until a surprise homecoming opens Pandora’s box, and gives y/n a reality check. Especially facing her once close friend Azriel. Friends to Enemies to lovers trope.

Warnings: trauma, swearing, pining, angst?

Word Count: 4.8k

Author note: this is my first acotar fic! It was originally going to be a singular self indulgent azriel fic, but I can’t ever get to the point and I got too many ideas. Definitely not very canon with the timeline of series I think lol, just going to throw that out there. I’ve already rough drafted another chapter and thought I’d share the work on here. Feel free to share your thoughts! If you’d like to be added to a tag list let me know!

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Internally, you teetered on the edge of a nervous breakdown, ready to tear yourself apart from within. Externally, you wore a mask of cold calculation, hoping no one could detect your distress and near senility. Earlier in the day, your cousin Mor had mentioned that her high lord and your other dear cousin, Rhysand, had matters to discuss with your high lord, Helion. The reason for their meeting was of no concern to Mor to bother filling you in.

Your heart thumped against your chest, unsure of what to expect. It had been over fifty years since the Day Court and Night Court had engaged in official business since the end of Amarantha's reign of terror. You had seen Rhysand during the time under the mountain, where you spent nearly half a century with him until Feyre saved Prythian. Still holding visits with him after to report to him along with Mor, thanks to her frequent visits to Helion. However, the rest of the court, especially those you hadn't met since after Amarantha and Hybern, remained a mystery, with only Mor's updates for context.

Following your time under the mountain, you chose to reside in the Day Court under Helion's rule as an emissary between the two Solar Courts. It served as a means to shield yourself from feeling too deeply, allowing you to focus on healing from the traumatic events you endured during those fifty years. There were other matters you had yet to confront and come to terms with, voluntarily choosing to ignore them. By hiding away and conducting your business mainly with Mor and Rhys, you could maintain a sense of avoidance of your once home.

Now, in the dining hall of the palace where Helion and his inner court resided—including yourself—you found yourself on edge. Regardless of the pressing matters at hand, your high lord insisted on hosting a dinner for his court and other high fae to publicly display the alliance between the Night Court and the Day Court. Standing next to Helion's chair in the center of the room, you observed the lively chatter among the gathered individuals.

Your hands were clasped tightly in front of you, nervously inspecting your gown for nonexistent dirt, attempting to conceal your jitters. The gown itself could remind anyone of the place you resided and wanted to consider your new home. It was an off-the-shoulder nude gown with gossamer sleeves cascading around your arms. The bodice, nearly transparent, accentuated your bust, adorned with soft gold crystals intricately arranged over your body. The long skirts consisted of layers of gossamer, featuring two long slits up the front that revealed your legs. You appeared ethereal and angelic.

"You seem on edge," Helion called out to you, pulling you out of your internal thoughts. Your eyes scanned the room, observing every movement, before turning your attention to the main entrance. He gently traced his finger beneath the dainty black diamond bracelet adorning your wrist, bringing your attention back. This bracelet, along with matching pieces around your neck and ears, showed your affiliation with the visiting court. You wore them out of respect for your older cousins, never daring to show your true affection openly—a facade to conceal your true self. You knew they would appreciate it if they noticed.

"The Night Court was your home, was it not?" He questioned, his tone casual, as he glanced over his shoulder at the other members of the inner court to make sure they weren’t listening. Adjusting his shirt cuffs to his well-matched button-down very similar color to yours, he exuded regality from head to toe.

You mumbled stoically, "Was." Clearing your throat tentatively, your eyes returned to the main doors. "This is my home now, serving under your rule. I can't afford to be anything but cautious when the Night Court wishes to discuss an unknown matter."

You didn’t miss the way his eyes rolled. "Always playing this game, aren't you?" Helion scolded playfully. “There's no need to keep up the act. Rhys's actions beneath the mountain spoke volumes for our court."

You thought to yourself, 'But my actions don't, and I'd rather keep it that way.' Aloud, you replied smoothly, "One can't appear too soft when the Night Court steps through that door." The lie slipped easily from your lips.

"Are we referring to the whole court now or the spymaster we both have eyes for?" Helion hummed, reclining slightly in his chair as he took a sip of fae wine from his chalice-like glass. Damn him.

"I have no eyes for any man, particularly not a brute Illyrian man. And especially not one I've been watching wrestle with my cousin since we were young children," you retorted, feeling a surge of unease and clenching your jaw at the assumption.

"That's a match I would give up all my powers to witness," the handsome, dark-skinned lord purred, his words aimed at you.

You wanted to snap at him, your patience wearing thin at the mere mention of the tall Illyrian warrior. However, you managed to keep your composure in check. "It's hardly a match; Rhys won every time."

As if on cue, you felt the energy of several individuals entering the palace. Rhysand always loved a dramatic entrance. "Excellent, our guests have arrived," you murmured, straightening your shoulders as best as you could.

Helion followed suit, sitting more upright in his chair at the center of the hall. The rest of the inner court took their positions standing.

The sentries opened the doors for the guests. Morrigan was the first to enter, her golden hair elegantly curled, and she delightedly took you in before blinking a few times, returning to her sultry expression. Her red gown fitted her perfectly: a strapless piece that flowed around her as she walked. Following her was a sight you hadn't expected since hearing the gossip from Mor—Lucien Vanserra, adorned in deep autumnal colors that complemented his complexion and long, tidy red hair. He was an old confidant of yours when you had stayed in the spring court. You couldn't help but find it amusing, but you maintained a composed demeanor, concealing your bemusement at how out of place in the night court he seemed.

After Lucien came two beautiful high fae women. The younger one on the left wore a flowing champagne pink gown that accentuated her slim waist and showcased her porcelain fair skin. Her light brown hair was adorned with crystals and flowers, and she wore dainty opal teardrop earrings that complimented her brown eyes. On the right stood another woman in a form-fitting navy dress that subtly shimmered with every movement. The gown highlighted her curves and bust, while a sapphire-like sciphon necklace adorned her neck. Her darker brown hair was elegantly pinned up with a silver circlet. These must have been the High Lady's sisters, Elain and Nesta, whom you had heard so much about. Nesta's eyes had a hint of danger and coldness, while Elain's were filled with awe as they observed the dining hall.

Cassian followed the two women, and you discreetly coughed to suppress a snort. He appeared cleaned up, wearing a navy tunic and dark linen pants, with his hair slicked back and neatly tied. This was a different version of him from the rugged general you were accustomed to, not dressed in his usual fighting leathers to a formal affair. His siphons were cleverly disguised as jewelry pieces, and he had politely tucked back his larger wings. He seemed out of place as much as Lucien, but his mischievous eyes locked with yours, indicating he might have had similar thoughts about you.

Before you could even see her, you sensed Amren's piercing gaze from behind Cassian's towering figure. Her glowing silver eyes held an inscrutable expression, and her lips formed a slight grimace. She wore her usual grey color in a slip gown that elegantly draped down in the front. Though not dressed as extravagantly as the others, her presence demanded attention. A touch of red lipstick and a slightly tousled hairstyle were enough to enhance her beauty. You could see the rest of Helion’s inner court murmur from your peripheral, the usual whispers about the millennia’s old creature stalking towards them.

Rhysand made his entrance with the high lady from beside him, exuding confidence and power. He wore his customary dark attire that accentuated his commanding presence. His violet eyes locked with yours for a fleeting moment before he turned his attention to Helion. Feyre held her head high, a diadem hanging on the crown of her head, and her hair half up half down in loose waves. Her dress off the shoulder shone in sapphire crystals making it look like stars had been entwined on the gown. She was gorgeous as a mortal even when she was malnourished when you saw her under the mountain, but as a high fae she was even more devastating.

Last of the group, you spotted Azriel, his shadows swirling subtly around him, and your breath caught in your throat. His shadows slinked up his dark tunic clad shoulder seeming to whisper in his ear. He looked over at you making eye contact discreetly. His features were hard but something unreadable in his eyes as he observed you. You didn’t miss the slight bob of his throat as he looked quickly away to a distant corner in the room acting stoic. His hair was pushed back showing his sharp jawline, and you could see his tattoos peeking out his shirt. His silent and brooding presence always managed to unnerve you, unable to get a good read on what could’ve been going through his head. You refused to let your guard down, not wanting to think about the shadowsinger that stood mere feet away. This had been the first time you have seen each other in person since you were able to leave under the mountain.

The Night Court all stood in front of Helion, and he bowed his head in greeting. You did the same along with the rest of the inner court. The introductions began, and the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Helion gracefully welcomed his guests, exchanging pleasantries and acknowledging the significance of the meeting. You observed the interactions, keeping a blank face despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within you. It felt like you were looking into your old life from the outside watching the inner circle, and your heart ached for a second.

Eventually, it was time for you to step forward and join the introductions. As you approached Rhysand, his gaze never wavered from yours. His lips curved into a knowing smile, a silent acknowledgment of the past. You stood before him, your heart pounding, but your expression remained composed.

"High Lord Rhysand," you greeted him, keeping your tone neutral and titles formal. "It has been a while."

His voice was smooth as he responded, “Y/n, always a pleasure. Allow me to introduce my wife and High Lady, Feyre.”

You bowed respectfully to the High Lady. “I am in awe, Feyre Cursebreaker. What an honor to have you grace the Day Court with your presence.”

A smile graced her lips in response. “Thank you for the warm welcome. I have heard so much about you, Y/n.” She took your hands in hers, and you were taken aback by the warm informal gesture. Your gaze fell upon the intricate tattoo adorning her hand and forearm, and in that moment, your heart swelled with joy for your cousin, and you dared to steal a glance at Rhys. His eyes were already fixed on you, and you couldn’t help but notice the subtle hints of tenderness and anticipation shining within them. You were so happy for him.

The formalities continued, and you exchanged polite words with Lucien, Elain, and Nesta. You longed for a chance to sit down and talk with them, to hear about their experiences since being freed from the cauldron. Your gaze wandered momentarily to Lucien, who stood near Morrigan, his amber eyes briefly glancing in your direction. A flicker of recognition passed between you, an unspoken acknowledgment of shared history. You had both suffered under the rule of the Spring Court, and it was a trauma you preferred to keep buried for now. But you couldn’t deny that you treasured the moments the young emissary had kept you sane within the trauma.

You stood next to Helion along with another Day Court emissary as Rhys, Amren, and Helion discussed some political topics. Deep down, you yearned for a moment alone with the inner circle, away from the prying eyes and expectations. But for now, you had to focus on the diplomatic matters at hand and navigate the complexities of the gathering. As the conversations flowed around you, you remained attentive, gathering information and assessing the dynamics between the courts.

Throughout the evening, conversations flowed, alliances were strengthened, and unspoken words hung heavy in the air. You played your part, engaging in polite conversation and maintaining the facade of an emissary, all the while battling the internal storm raging within you. It was beginning to wear on you though. Watching from afar at how Mor mingled with Nesta and Cassian. The Illyrian man had his arm around the oldest Archeon sister as they nodded and chuckled at Mor, and you wanted to smile. You had never expected Cassian finding a mate before you, but here you were.

A lot has changed since you had left indeed, and the longing you felt came back.

“You’re not my prisoner, you know. Feel free to mingle,” Helion’s voice chimed from behind, breaking through your thoughts.

“Isn’t that a bit informal?” you responded, sipping your glass of wine.

He arched an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “To talk at a party?” He snatched your wine from your hand.

You turned to face him, reaching for your half-filled glass that he held teasingly away from you. “Ah, don’t you think it’s a bit informal for an emissary to get drunk?” He added a playful spark in his eyes.

“To drink at a party?” You volleyed back, grinning mischievously as you continued your playful struggle for the glass.

“Why don’t you practice the talking part with Rhysand?” Helion suggested, his eyes glinting with amusement. “It seems like he’s eager to have a word with his dear cousin.” He gestured subtly behind you, and amidst the revelry and banter, Rhysand and Feyre made their way toward you both. However, before you could react, your gaze caught Azriel’s intense hazel eyes from their table behind the approaching couple, where he sat next to Elain. His massive wings appeared tense and uncomfortably confined by the chair. Elain chatted with him, but it seemed his attention was elsewhere, fixated on you. His shadows still whispered in his ear as one crept across the table.You resisted the urge to shudder, maintaining your composure, and quickly turned your attention back to Helion, whose grin remained firmly in place.

“Helion, may we borrow Y/n for a moment?” Rhysand inquired, one eyebrow raised, his gaze flickering between you and Helion.

Helion practically pushed you into Feyre’s arms. “Go ahead, I was just informing her that she’s free from her duties until later!” he announced with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The tips of your ears burned with embarrassment as you realized his intent to encourage your mingling.

“Thank you, My Lord,” you replied, bowing your head with a touch of sarcasm. Rhysand extended his arm, and you looped yours through it, allowing him to guide you towards their table. A nervous gulp betrayed your anticipation.

Feyre looked at you with concern. “Are you alright?” she asked, her tone gentle and caring.

“May we speak on the balcony?” you requested, your voice filled with meekness.

“Of course, it’s getting a bit warm in here,” Rhysand agreed, leading the three of you towards the balcony bathed in soft faelight.

You all leaned casually against the balcony railing, observing the lively feast taking place inside.

"How's the Day Court treating you?" he asked in a relaxed tone, as if to put you at ease. Away from prying eyes, you felt your shoulders relax. It felt good to be with your cousin where you both didn’t have to wear a mask.

"Well," you replied, "the Day Court doesn't quite compare to the beauty of the Night Court, but the days are undeniably bright." You struggled to find a suitable comparison for the Day Court's allure to the Night Court.

Rhys and Feyre almost snorted out their wine, their amusement evident. "I wonder why," Rhys sarcastically murmured.

Choosing to ignore your cousin's comment, you continued, "I've been making progress translating some texts for the court, and delving into a lot of reading.”

It seemed as though the High Lord and Lady expected to hear more and urged you to continue, but they realized you had nothing more to share.

Rhys cleared his throat. "Wow, that sounds like quite a lot," he remarked. You could tell he wanted to throw a snide remark, but a warning look from his mate kept him at bay. Where was Feyre centuries ago when you always found to be the butt of your cousin's jokes?

You shrugged. "Keeps me distracted." From your vantage point, you had a perfect view of the inner circle's table. Mor, Amren, Azriel, Lucien, Nesta, and Cassian were all seated there, drinking and picking at their food. Helion even made sure Amren had a chalice of beast's blood. You missed being a part of that group, laughing and sharing moments with them. The only person in the Day Court you truly felt comfortable with was Helion, and even that remained behind closed doors.

"Come home," the words made your shoulders tense. It wasn't your cousin who had spoken, but Feyre. You looked at her, finding understanding in her eyes, as if she knew what you were going through.

Your gaze wandered back to the inner circle. Your eyes fell on Azriel, who was listening with a ghost of a smile on his lips, as Cassian animatedly spoke, his wings flaring about and nearly knocking over Lucien's wine glass. The group tried to hide their laughter while Amren scolded them. Azriel's shadows discreetly moved the glass out of Cassian's wingspan, hiding his amusement.

"They miss you," Rhys genuinely expressed. "I miss you, and even the House misses you." Tears welled up, tightening your throat. "He won’t say it out loud, but he misses you too."

You didn't need to be told who he was. You knew.

"I didn't even say goodbye," you spoke with a heavy heart, guilt washing over you.

"That was over fifty years ago, Y/n," Rhys reminded you gently.

He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We have texts for you to translate if it’s a means to keep you busy, we could even have you train with Madja. Want an apartment on the opposite side of town from the House of Wind? Consider it done. Desire a cottage in the middle of nowhere? It's yours. Just please, stop running away," Rhys pleaded.

You felt tears welling up, but you willed them away. "I... I just can't leave," you stammered. You could feel your heart torn.

"You can," Feyre said sympathetically, holding your hands. "Helion asked us to come and talk to you."

"We won't force you, but he mentioned that you've changed in the last few years," Rhys added. Feyre's grip on your hands tightened.

"Please talk to them maybe and think about it?" she requested. You knew she meant the inner circle.

Biting your lip, you contemplated. "I'll find you in a bit. I need some time alone."

With a nod, Rhysand and Feyre understood your need for solitude. They exchanged a brief glance before making their way back inside, leaving you alone on the balcony.

Leaning against the railing, you let the cool evening breeze brush against your skin, smell of wildflower and honey in the air, the quietness of the moment allowing your thoughts to swirl. Images of your past, the friendships you had forged and the bonds you had left behind, filled your mind. The longing in your heart grew stronger with each passing second your family stood in the same room as you. A longing you pushed deep down when you were still under the mountain, uncertain of seeing your loved ones again.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to not let tears slip. It was true that you had changed over the years, that the weight of your experiences had shaped you into someone different. But running away had only prolonged the pain, and you knew it was time to confront it. If your cousins had endured the pain, you were sure you could too.

Slowly, you pushed yourself away from the railing, determination igniting within you. You couldn't stay on the sidelines any longer. The inner circle had always been your family, even if circumstances had driven you apart. And now, as you stood on the cusp of a decision, you realized that it was time to bridge that gap.

Stepping back inside, you navigated through the crowd, searching for the familiar faces you had missed dearly. You found them at their table, still engaged in their playful banter, laughter filling the air. Taking a deep breath, you approached, your footsteps faltering only slightly.

As you reached the table, a hush fell over the group, their gazes turning towards you. Azriel's eyes locked with yours, and the shadows around him seemed to ripple, as though mirroring the tumultuous emotions within you.

"Can I join you?" you asked softly, your voice carrying a blend of trepidation and hope.

The response was immediate and overwhelming. Cassian's boisterous laughter echoed as he clapped you on the back, nearly knocking the breath out of you. Nesta's sharp gaze softened for a brief moment, Elain offered a warm but wary smile, and Lucien's amber eyes held surprise. Morrigan's voice was a welcoming melody as she pulled out a chair for you, and Amren, in her own enigmatic way, nodded approvingly.

Taking your seat among them, you couldn't help but feel a sense of homecoming. And as you settled into the comfort of their presence, you could feel your frozen heart just dethaw slightly.

“Y/n, I knew you were always shy, but around us?” Mor teased you endearingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You look so beautiful tonight!” She gushed, her words filled with genuine admiration as she played with a strand of your hair. “The dress would be better in a darker color though.” She whispered the last part so only you and the inner circle could hear, her voice laced with a conspiratorial tone.

“The gown color does wash you out,” Amren chimed in, her bored expression not fully hiding a hint of amusement.

A laugh bubbled out of your chest, surprising even yourself. "Not the first thing I thought I would hear from you in years," you quipped, a playful smile tugging at your lips. Amren raise her glass to you before taking a sip of the thick liquid in the cup.

“Better than that raggedy spring court piece you came back in, though," Rhysand interjected, his voice filled with playful banter as he and Feyre settled into the extra seats at the table. The original inner circle chuckled at the memory.

Despite that being one of the worst days of your life, you couldn't help but smile too. The shared laughter brought a warmth to the air, softening the edges of past wounds.

“You should’ve seen the dress I came to the Night Court in," Feyre chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Another monstrosity by Ianthe," Lucien muttered into his glass before taking a sip, his voice tinged with a touch of disdain. Your eyes widened at the snide comment, but the group erupted into laughter, momentarily forgetting the weight of your burdens.

As the night wore on, Helion raised his glass, signaling a toast to the alliance between the two courts. The hall fell silent, and you raised your glass as well, a faint smile playing at the corner of your lips. The toast created a joyous noise as everyone in attendance drank, and the music started playing. Mor instantly beamed and grabbed Feyre’s hand, followed by Elain, leading them to the dance floor. Rhysand and Lucien joined them, their steps filled with a carefree grace. Cassian took Nesta’s hand, and they followed suit. Amren excused herself to converse with the emissary from the Day Court with a request of Azriel to accompany her.

You turned to Mor, insisting you would join them shortly, as you wished to find Helion. She nodded understandingly, giving you a knowing smile as she disappeared into the swirling crowd. You made your way toward Helion, feeling the warmth of the night and the drinks starting to loosen your tongue and heart.

“Do you wish to get rid of me so easily?” you feigned offense, walking up to his side. The merriment of the evening had given you a newfound boldness. Your body hadn’t felt this light in ages. Your gaze met his, and a flicker of understanding passed between you.

Helion shook his head, a gentle smile gracing his features. “No, darling, never. I just think your heart belongs somewhere else.” His words were filled with gentle encouragement. He patted the arm of his chair, offering you a seat upon the rest. With an eye roll and a smile, you accepted, settling into the plush chair arm.

"Your presence is lovely, your duty is commendable, but I couldn't sit here watching you turn to stone any longer," Helion continued, his voice filled with genuine concern. His finger absentmindedly found the wrist under your bracelet, his touch a feather-light brush against your skin. A wave of warmth washed over you, and the faint scent of wildflowers drifted through the air.

"Besides, maybe it's time you face a certain Illyrian man," he whispered discreetly, his words carrying a hint of suggestion.

You looked at him, confusion swirling within you. His eyes subtly glanced over to the corner, and you followed his gaze. Azriel stood behind Amren, his intense gaze fixed on Helion and you. His jaw was clenched, and his wings were taut with tension, as if holding back an impending storm. The sight of him sent a jolt of both excitement and apprehension through your veins.

"I can't ignore those ravenous stares, knowing he wants to rip me to shreds, and not in the way I like," he added, teasingly toying with your bracelet as if oblivious to Azriel's presence. The Day Court High Lord knew exactly what he was doing it seemed. Azriel couldn’t have been glaring at Helion; it had to be you. Memories of your past argument with Azriel flashed through your mind, the intensity of the argument still fresh. You had both nearly destroyed each other. You hadn’t ever heard you two speak so many volatile and vulgar things— especially at each other.

"I could never forgive him for what he said," you sighed. "What's even worse is that I can't forgive myself for what I did, not only to him, but to my family. I feel responsible for my ex-husband's actions towards them." You admitted, realizing that you had never spoken those words aloud before.

Beside you, the lord sucked his teeth in retort. "You can't blame yourself for what your father put you through by selling you to that pretty little beast." He sat up straighter and looked at you earnestly. "Nobody blames you, Y/n." You found yourself unabashedly staring back at Azriel as he was still looking at the interaction between you and the high lord.

“We all carry burdens from our past, but we mustn't let them define our future," he said gently. "You were caught in a web spun by others, but you have the strength to break free. It's time to forgive yourself and embrace the healing you deserve."

You nodded nimbly, biting your lip in contemplation. You would always hold gratitude for Helion. His kindness you’ve experienced for the last several years was more than what you deserved and needed, but he still provided it. If you returned to the night court you wouldn’t have known where you stood in the court. What your rank would be, what your friends thought of you, and where to even pick back up in your life. You just knew you haven’t felt this alive in awhile, and you craved the feeling.

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