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femdomlieeh · 21 days ago

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a wizard and an elf (m)

Sub!Masochist!Sunoo (ENHYPEN) x Dom!Reader

THEMES—nsfw ✧ wizard!owner!reader x elf!servant!sunoo ✧ just a tiny bit toxic(?)

WARNING—2.4k wc ✧ masochism ✧ spanking (m rec.) ✧ leaving him hard ✧ calling her master ✧ calling him a whore ✧ crying ✧ injury

NOW PLAYING—Abracdabra ✧ Lady Gaga

A/N. Thank you for 2000 followers!!<3 This is an old reupload except I edited it a bit and changed the idol. This summer I wanna get back to writing again! I'm starting uni and my program will be fully in English so I wanna improve my language skills, while also picking up an old hobby that is creative writing. I will reupload more posts while I'm writing new stories<3

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Once upon a time there was an elf. His name was Sunoo and he was lonely in the woods. Almost all of his people had been hunted down till death. The blood of a wood elf has immense healing properties and that is attractive to many people. Wood elves, in particular, are also exceptionally sexual but that fact is not as widely known.

Once upon a time there was a wizard. Her name was ___ and she was lonely in her tower. Almost all wizards and wizards lived alone but some had company of slaves. The blood of a wood elf has immense healing properties and that is attractive to people with magic.

One day the two met in the woods. The wizard was taking a walk to find a creature she could catch and try a new potion on and the elf was walking around trying to find a place safe to stay. When they saw each other they were both shocked. When ___ heard rustling sounds, she had been expected to see a common animal like a deer with gold antlers — not a wood elf. Sunoo had been wandering around in these woods for days only having the dissatisfaction of meeting touchy rose bushes, judgemental trees, gossiping squirrels and Adele wanna-be birds — so, to see another two-legged being in front of him sacred him. What if he would end up like all his elf friends? A blue potion for an astrology scientist to pour in a kettle to make a love potion or worse, to make a perfume?

The squirrels were giggling amongst each other, probably at the terrified elf.

Cautiously, Sunoo took a few steps backwards until his back met something hard. The wizard’ face darkened. She snapped her fingers and the tree held the elf in a tight grip. He was so terrified, he was not aware of the tree’s strong arms. His expression was one of great hopelessness; tears pooling in his eyes like the floods his elf friends were drowned in.

Her expression was one of great hope. A smile was plastered on her face, which was even rarer than the wood elf species itself.

But the smile made him cry. He didn’t want to die. He begged her to not hurt him, told her he'd do anything to stay alive. His people were almost completely wiped out and he had promised himself to not let it happen.

She asked him if he wanted to make a pact.

He said yes, a bit unsure.

She told him he could stay with her and keep his life but from that moment on he would became her servant.

He said yes, nodding excitedly.

She gave him a home, shelter, no risk of meeting a creature that would kill him for his blood. He owed her. She owned him. And so he his life was dedicated to serve her. That is not an ordinary story. Actually, it is my story. And that is of how we ended up here, in my tower.

Like usual I said "Alohomora" to open the door.

(Yes, wizards do have spells like that, because we're lazy like many other creatures.)

But the sight I was met by wasn't normal. There was Sunoo, on the cold floor, with blood in his eyes. Dumb elf was clumsy enough to knock over a few glass tubes with poison and curses that were on the shelf. It was clearly labeled DANGER with capital letters for his own safety. Dumb, dumb elf. I promised that I would keep him away from all evil even when the evil was because of me. I hated seeing him in such pain.

"Episkey!" Poof! The blood was gone. If it weren't for my magical abilities, or my being there, he would be to death. But if it weren't for my magical abilities, he wouldn't have been bleeding in the first place.

Sunoo looked around the place confusingly. The panic he had rushing in his veins was slowly turning to tranquility and warmth. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be able to see and not feel pain. His gaze met mine and he kept it there. These days he’d gotten so comfortable around me that he wasn’t embarrassed to stare at me openly.

I walked him to his room. He knew that when I point at him I want something done, so he followed me. I pointed at his bed and he laid down.

"Rest. Don't move," I whispered and tucked him in without thinking too much about it.

But when I did I realized that I was being less cold than usual. I never came in contact with his skin, I only pointed at him when I wanted something done. And the only time I spoke was for spells, commands, small talk or greetings. His eyes were staring into mine, he was observing my face as if there were something on it.

"What?" I asked sternly, back to my old persona.

"You care for me..." he said slowly, almost as if he were trying to convince himself or as if he didn't believe it himself.

"Go to rest."

"But-"

"Silencio." He shut up.

Although he was healed, he needed time to rest since he’d been overworking himself lately with all the chores and building a mini garden of flowers in the balcony.

Sunoo slept until noon — which was the longest he's ever slept since he became mine — and claimed he was feeling well and capable of helping me.

The incident the day prior had shown the vulnerable part of myself, and I didn't want to seem more sensitive or weak, so I told him he could get back to helping me but he needed to stop being so damn klutzy. "Asylciaana." The elf brought said potion to my side instantly. I was working on creating a new spell and needed a hand to help me.

But then I heard the sound of glass shattering and a whine following it. It was as if he did it on purpose. Choking him was my go-to punishment when he didn't obey me — which wasn’t very often — so I recognized the sounds of his whimpers and attempts to breathe all too well. In my peripheral view I could see that he was holding one hand on his neck, most likely trying to loosen the grip the potion was holding, and the other hand on the floor trying to crawl towards me.

He was testing my emotions and he deserved to be punished so I let him suffocate for a few more seconds till his face become purple before I whispered "Episkey." His body dropped to the floor at the sudden release of pain. His chest went up and down as he tried to catch his breath. I smirked while keeping my eyes on the potion. Dumb, dumb elf. This would hopefully teach him a lesson. "Asylciaana," I said out loud, indicating that he should bring said potion to my side instantly as if nothing had happened. I couldn't see it but he had a smile on his face.

That night I woke up to the sound of a scream. It wasn't a scream I had heard before. The sound of one dying. I followed the scream to Sunoo's room. There on the bed he was sitting with his feet dangling in the air, unharmed and smiling. "So you do care about me?" his smile widened. My face was one of hatred. "Whore," I answered coldly and watched his face falter slightly. "Bend over. Do it or else I'll make you and you know I can." He got on the hard floor and leaned on the soft bed as if he in fact wasn't a disobedient whore.

"Tell me, why have you been acting like this recently?" He didn't answer me as if he was under a silent spell, but I knew he wasn't and that made me angrier than I already was. My hand went to his hair and pulled his head back. His neck was at an awkward angle and I was happy about it. He looked likes bitch. To add more to it, my remaining hand went for his neck in a grip that made him gasp.

"Answer me, whore," I spat at him. He didn't flinch. Instead he looked me in the eyes. "I wanted your attention."

"First you're a whore, then you're a whore without manners," I chuckled and tightened my grip.

"I'm sorry, Master."

He always addressed me as Master when I punished him and I always addressed him as whatever title he deserved.

"Don't lie to me."

His choked expression and eye contact proved that he really wanted my attention. But in the form of a reward. I could feel him gulp against my hand and kept my strong gaze at him for a moment before releasing his throat and pushing his face to the bed with the grip on his hair.

"Stay still, whore." He listened to me and heard my steps somewhere away from him. I was in front of his wardrobe and reached for something at the top of it. A slapper. It was placed there the day he first disobeyed me. Till this day it hadn't been put to use as he never had disobeyed me to the point where he deserved to be spanked with it. It was of leather and looked scary, but I knew it wasn't as scary as a whip — but he wasn't ready to be introduced to that yet.

I went back to him and stopped behind him. The sound of the slapper hitting the bed right next to his head excited him. "Count after every hit and don't you dare make a sound other than that," I whispered beside his head.

"Yes, Master," he said and I could hear in his voice that he was looking forward for what was about to happen.

He was still in his clothes, which was good since I didn't want him to feel the pain that was added when it was against naked skin. I sat down beside him on the mattress and that took his attention as he turned his head to me.

"Did I tell you you could look at me, whore?"

"No, Master," he said with no guilt in his voice as he took in the view of me with a slapper in my hand.

"Five spanks less."

His expression turned to one of confusion, "Isn't it supposed to be the opposite?"

"I know you like pain, you masochistic whore. That's why less pain is punishment."

He whimpered and turned his head back to the bed.

"Good whore," I praised with a light voice, contrary to the hard spank I left on his clad ass.

"One," he said steadily.

He's not going to be that composed for long.

I raised my hand and let the slapper hit him again.

"Two," he said, still not fazed.

I spanked him again and made him hold back a needy whine, while I was comfortably sitting on the bed.

"Three, Master," he said with a tone that told me he couldn't act so tough in front of me anymore.

I told him not to say anything other than numbers, but I let it slide since it was my title and I was too tired to react. With a yawn I slapped his butt again.

"F-Four," he said fast and tried to cover the impact it had on him.

Spank!

"Five," he said loudly and bit his lower lip to try not making it sound like a moan.

His fists gripped the sheets till they became light.

"Good whore, taking it so well," I praised, impressed he hadn't given up.

I went back to my rough self and spanked him harder, hoping he could take it.

"Six," he half-screamed in a slutty tone. Fit him perfectly. The sound of the slapper making contact with his ass was so loud it hurt my ears. Apparently his ass was quite sensitive too since he choked on air. His clothes were in the way of me seeing his ass, but I was sure it was red.

"Seven," he let out barely like when he was suffocating just the day before.

My smirk became visible as I saw how his body arched and how the side of his face crumbled into pieces of desire.

Spank!

"Ei-Eight," he whimpered and arched his back erotically out of both need for more pain and to keep his mind from moaning.

I noticed his action and thought he deserved more harshness. And so I went at it way more than before.

The increase of pain and pleasure noticeable as he immediately put his hand on his mouth the second after he said 'nine' since he was scared of making a sound.

My tired self couldn't help but laugh at his pathetic state.

"This is the last one, whore, be as loud as you want," I whispered from above him and spanked him the hardest I could to make him remember the pain for the rest of the day.

The moan he let out was high pitched and showed how much he had actually enjoyed it. Seeing his body reacting to his punishment was enjoyable, but hearing him was beyond pleasant.

"Ten. F-Fuck, Master," he moaned.

He closed his eyes and tried to breathe properly. I didn't even touch him with my skin and he looked completely fucked out. What a masochist. "Turn around," I ordered him. He did as told. His flushed face filled with sexual frustration and embarrassment and an apparent tent in his pants was what I was met by to my satisfaction.

"Water your flowers then clean every room and corner and everything you can think of, whore. I’m going back to the sleep you ruined — don’t make a sound until I’m awake," I yawned and walked away, leaving him alone on his bed.

"Yes, Master. Sleep well," he gulped and looked at me as I left the slapper back at its place on top of his wardrobe, now aware of where the wonderful tool was all along.

"I will if you don't touch your cock. So if you do and rob me of my sleep again you're fucked, understood?"

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"With a haunting dance, now you're both in a trance

It's time to cast your spell on the night

Abracadabra

Amor ooh nana

Abra-ca-da-bra

Morta ooh gaga

In her tongue she said

Death or love tonight"

—lady gaga

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a-spes · 5 months ago

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Before the Storm. (N. R. x W. M. x R). — Part Zero, 'Of Ashes and Dust'. (338 words).

" From the ashes of a fallen kingdom, a threat that everyone thought was defeated shall rise once more, sentencing a second realm to the same fate. The prophecy foretells that the apparition of a young woman where she never belonged will herald the end of everything. Can the impending doom be forestalled, or will the destruction of Earth become inevitable? "

| Tags & Warnings — Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Enhanced!Reader. No warning for this part.

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You are wandering through the streets of the Kingdom that you used to call your home — But was the word still appropriate to use?

The now empty streets of the city are far from the one you remember, those that once were full of life, and the buildings that used to proudly stand, symbols of the realm’s wealth and strength, were now crumbling.

There was nothing familiar anymore about this place.

The city you are travelling through is no more than the ruins of the one that once stood there — Who would have guessed that this was one of the most powerful capitals?

But it was too late to save it, the evil corrupting these lands being too strong, and while many people tried to fight for their homes, none of them could beat the prophecy. Eventually, everyone left, leaving you as the only soul on these lands.

You refused to leave because you couldn’t imagine your future anywhere else. You are tied to this realm in a way that can’t be described, and despite the feeling of dying at the same time as the city, you have never felt so.. alive in your life.

The ground was trembling beneath your feet, and the warmth of the flames was caressing your face. The ashes have penetrated your lungs, making it difficult to breathe and yet, there was something oddly comforting in your situation, in watching the city gradually being destroyed, and witnessing the castle on the hill disappearing.

You consider yourself lucky for having the chance to walk these streets one last time, to be able to look at the stars before they eventually vanish, along with everything else — Including yourself. The place you cherished soon becoming your grave.

One by one, each of the things that had made this city great was disappearing and soon, it’ll be the turn of memories of the people who inhabited these lands to be taken.

And then, it will be as if this realm never even existed in the first place.

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whyse7vn · 11 months ago

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EMPTY BED -

[ot7 x reader]

TAEHYUNG -

tae: Hey Siri Hey message L O M L Siri Hello Siri you bitch hello HEY SIRI in all capital letters that time now message my girlfriend ok wait Hey Siri New message Hey Siri message capital L capital O capital M capital L paw print emoji kissy face emoji red heart emoji that’s L O M L paw print emoji kissy face emoji red heart emoji got it ok

tae: hey Siri new messages new one ok? message L O M L paw print emoji kissy face emoji red heart emoji IN ALL CAPITALS NOW WHERE ARE YOU I REFUSE OK WAIT no caps siri you better be getting this like all the words and the emotion i’m saying right now ok send this message no wait let me start again wait did it send? ok send

tae: IN ALL CAPS NEW MESSAGE HEY IM I HAVEN’T OPENED MY EYES YET BUT I FELT AROUND IN THE BED AND UR NOT HERE AND THEN I SHOUTED FOR YOU AND YOU DIDN’T ANSWER ME AND THEN I TOLD SIRI TO CALL YOU AND YOU DIDN’T ANSWER WHERE THE FUCK ok no caps can Siri swear? question mark did she put a question mark? when i said that i hope she did ok send this message siri

tae: hey Siri ok omg what does Siri even stand for ok stop no not the point in caps now GIRLFRIEND WHERE ARE YOU WHERE ARE YOU I’M NOT OPENING MY EYES UNTIL YOU COME BACK WHERE ARE YOU

tae: WHERE ARE YOU

tae: hey Siri play mic drop by bts on youtube

tae: Siri are you listening to me

tae: Siri what the fuck can you do what i asked

y/n: wtf?

tae: New message no never mind hey Siri who sent me a message if it wasn’t my girlfriend i don’t want to know so don’t even tell me if it wasn’t my girlfriend hey Siri read that message to me hello hey hello why aren’t you doing it are you still typing or something hello if you’re still typing stop and send then play my fucking song

y/n: ?

incoming call from tae

JIMIN -

jimin: rumour has it you left while i was asleep

y/n: it’s not a rumour when it’s fact

dumbass

jimin: so i guess i’ll just die then

y/n: i mean if you want

jimin: do i mean that little to you??

nvm don’t answer that

ur so evil

that’s like me leaving you in the house and setting it on fire while we’re playing hide and seek and ur the hider

y/n: no it’s not

jimin: yes it is

y/n: where is the fire in our actual situation?

jimin: in my heart?

y/n: dpmo

jimin: it’s always don’t piss me off never i love you deeply and truly

y/n: do something that is deserving of my love

jimin: i’ll send you 50k

y/n: you won’t

jimin: u right ☠️☠️

y/n: broke ass

jimin: ugly ass

y/n: if u miss me that bad just say that

jimin: i would rather be crushed by a hydraulic press and the video of it be used as a tiktok duet to a sped up episode of some doctor show

y/n: not reading that fucking essay you just sent me what the hell

jimin: just say ur illiterate?

y/n: just say you miss me?

jimin: NO

y/n: FUCK YOU

jimin: don’t swear that’s impolite

y/n: ur always impolite

jimin: fake news….

y/n: delusional….

jimin: i’m polite

y/n: sure

tell me you miss me and want to know where i am politely instead of whatever the fuck ur doing rn then

jimin: ok

i’m only doing this to prove a point rn

not that i actually care or anything LOL

y/n: yeah sure whatever

jimin: 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓪’𝓪𝓶,

𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓲 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓹 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓲 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓶 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂

y/n: you think i’m graceful >.<

jimin: as a fucking elephant

y/n: blocked

jimin: WAIT I DIDN’T MEAN IT COME HOME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

YOONGI -

yoongi: bed is empty

y/n: that’s crazy omg?!

i wonder why

yoongi: wondering the same thing

y/n: look at us just a bunch of wonderers

yoongi: shut up

where are you 😕

y/n: love this hot and cold thing you’ve got going on rn

yoongi: where are you

y/n: no emoji this time SIGHSSSS

yoongi: where are you 🤬

y/n: ok not a mean emoji what the hell

yoongi: where are you 😆

y/n: ur so silly

and funny

my silly funny boyfriend i want to kiss you

yoongi: you could do that if you were here

where are you

y/n: down the road up the hill past the river

yoongi: ur not funny

where are you seriously

y/n: why?? do you feel like a one night stand

like a whore

do you have the sheets clutched to ur chest ur lipstick smeared hair a mess are you looking around confused wondering where i am do you feel like a slut waking up in a bed that’s not yours are you feeling used cuz i’m not by ur side as you wake?

yoongi: ???

wtf

this is my bed

our bed

in our home

ur so strange

where are you??

y/n: love when you miss me

yoongi: can you answer my question

or do i need to ask it for the seventh time

y/n: i answered

yoongi: be serious

ur not even in the house

it’s way too early to be out on ur own like that

y/n: way too early?

weren’t you the one begging me to wake up earlier this past week?

yoongi: yeah

wake up not leave the house and not tell me

y/n: potato potato

yoongi: that phrase does not work over text

y/n: whatEVER 🙄

yoongi: for the last time where are you?

y/n: at the door so come open it :p

SEOKJIN -

jin: put ur hand up if you can relate to ur girlfriend leaving you in the dust (bed) all alone cuz she wants you dead and doesn’t care about you and probably wants to you to just die and be murdered

my hand is up btw

y/n: i just left

i’ve been gone for like 10 minutes max

jin: 10 minutes you haven’t cared about me

10 minutes for me to sit here and die

ALONE

ALL ALONE

y/n: you knew i had a meeting to go to

i told you this

jin: and you couldn’t take me??

we work at the same company they would of let me sit in

y/n: no we don’t???

jin: ok but we COULD

you know i could get you a job here at hybe

y/n: who wants to work at fuckass hybe??

jin: YOU

YOU are supposed to want to work at fuckass hybe

to be closer to me

so i can sit in on ur meetings

and so we can avoid problems like THIS

y/n: tf is the problem

jin: you LEFT ME

KIM SEOKJIN

IN MY SLEEP FOR ONE

AND A COLD ASS BED FOR TWO

ALONE

y/n: ur a grown man

cope

jin: if i was jungkook you would of been here still

y/n: he’s a child

jin: he’s a grown man

y/n: no YOU’RE a grown man mr 30 something

jin: 30 something????

OH IM SICKKKKK you’d don’t even know my actual age

some girlfriend u are

do you even know what year i was born

y/n: a long fucking time ago

jin: real funny

y/n: BC

jin: bye

y/n: no talk to me i’m stuck in traffic and this driver has not said a word to me :(((

jin: you can STAY in traffic ALONE

y/n: i guess we twins

alone and all

jin: ur not funny

y/n: ur right..

but i am alone

just like you LMFAOOO ☠️☠️💀☠️💀

you can no longer send messages to this contact!

NAMJOON -

namjoon: it’s like you’ve died

y/n: oh

namjoon: the indent of where you laid is still here the sheets wrinkled and stuff too

it’s like i’m a grieving husband who can move on who can’t accept that you’ve gone so i hold on to every trace of you that i can

the indent of where you lay being one of those said traces

pillows smell like you too

y/n: r u high? (hot)

namjoon: do you think we have communication issues??

y/n: no

pls send me a picture of ur face rn

i think ur high

namjoon:

y/n: ur the cutest ever

and surprisingly not high lmao (take off ur clothes)

namjoon: thank you but not rn babe i’m trying to talk to you about something

y/n: about what joonie? (take off ur clothes)

namjoon: about commu

*communication issues

y/n: communication issues that we don’t have

also spelling mistake hello?? who are you rn

namjoon: i think we do have communication issues because

you left me alone

in the bed

you left the house

and didn’t tell me

💔😔

y/n: omg emojis

but yeah i did do that

namjoon: why?

y/n: you were sleeping

(but ur awake now so get naked)

namjoon: can one have one conversation at a time please

i can’t keep up right now

y/n: SIGHSSSS ok

kim namjoon get naked for me now

namjoon: i could be getting naked for you live in the flesh if you told me where you are

y/n: omg u would get naked for me in this convenient store??

say ong

namjoon: ong

y/n: YOU LYINNNNNNNNNNNNN

do you even know what ong means

bet you don’t 💀💀💀

namjoon: why are you at the convenient store?

y/n: i was hungry and the store was convenient

WOW IM SO FUNNY HILARIOUS 10/10 COMEDIAN

namjoon: the funniest

why didn’t you take me with you? it’s kinda late

y/n: you were sleeping

😴 just like that

i couldn’t wake you

you looked sososo peaceful

namjoon: babe

y/n: OK IM SORRY DON’T SHOOT ME

namjoon: are you on ur way back?

how close are you?

should i come and meet you??

y/n: all these questions

yet no stripping off clothes

there something wrong

namjoon: babe

y/n: namjoon

you have my location right?

namjoon: oh

yeah i do

i forgot about that

y/n: bet you did

too sleepy ur not thinking straight huh?

namjoon: 😅i guess so

you’re 2 minutes away

y/n: i am

namjoon: we don’t have communication issues

y/n: i’m aware

namjoon: yeah

y/n: still sleepy?

namjoon: yeah

y/n: cutie

will be there to tuck you in in 2 seconds sit tight

JUNGKOOK -

jk: hi

jk: ur location is off btw

jk: do you know ur location is off?

jk: if you don’t know i’m just letting you know it’s off

jk: btw it’s off

jk: like not on

jk: and ur not in the bed

or at home

or answering ur phone

jk: hi

jk: did i make you upset or something

i’m really sorry if i did

please just call or message me back

jk: hi

jk: i called namjoon and he said he doesn’t know where you are

so i think this is the end of the world and we are all disappearing one bye one

when do think i’ll disappear???

or will i like be the last one left and like die of loneliness

OR you think i’ll disappear like spiderman did in that one move

i don’t wanna die i don’t wanna die

i’m gonna say that when i see my hands start to disappear

do you think it hurts

OHMUGOD BABE DID IT HURT WHEN YOU DISAPPEARED????

TELL ME TELL ME RIGHT NOW

BABE IF IT HURT YOU TELL ME

do you not have ur phone in the disappearing land

ohmygod i’m freaking out

this is what i imagine an overdose feels like

ofc i wouldn’t know cuz i’ve never overdosed but what i’m feeling in this current moment is what i think it would feel like yk?

i’m crashing out

i’m loosing it

this is the end of me

jungkook

jeon jungkook

i’m gone i’m going

i’m crashing

overdosing

ha like that one exo song !!

babe you like that song don’t you?

i’ll learn the choreo for you

also do you think i’ll go to heaven or hell when i die??

i hope if i go to hell ur there with me

not that i think you should go to hell of that i want you in hell

but like i just want us to be together wherever we are

like in all lives we live

physically and spiritually

but like what if there isn’t even heaven or hell and it’s just like nothing

like we are never conscious again

i’m crashing out again babe

ohmugid what if i never see you again

oHMUGOD BABE

IM SORRY

the last words i said to you were peanut butter sandwich

I DON’T EVEN LIKE PEANUTS

IM SORRY

BABE IM SORRY

DO YOU HEAR ME

DO YOU SEE ME

ohmygod i’m crashing

hold on

bam just peed on the floor

ohmygod wait here one second

jk: hi i’m still crashing out btw

💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀💀☠️☠️💀💀☠️☠️☠️💀💀☠️☠️💀☠️☠️☠️💀💀☠️☠️☠️💀☠️💀💀☠️☠️💀☠️☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

jk: hi

jk: ok i’m killing myself

crashed out

overdosed

heaven or hell i’m ready

i can’t take this torment any longer

y/n: what the actual hell jungkook

jk: HI BABY 😍💗💞🤭😘🌷💫🤩

HOSEOK -

hobi: where u at?

y/n: mentally?

in a throupole with haechan lee and johnathan suhington

hobi: jonathan suhington goes hard

y/n: i make johnathan suhington hard

hobi: ok chill out

y/n: my fault i was having fun

i ❤️ johnny suh

and haechan

hobi: ur always talking about other men

are you indirectly trying to tell me something??

y/n: omg am i?

hobi: it feels like you are

y/n: maybe i am

hobi: do you want me to join nct?

y/n: fuck you got me 😔

hobi: i knew it

y/n: i’m sorry

hobi: no ur not

y/n: u right

every day i dream of 127 hobi realness

hobi: ur not getting it

y/n: booo

hobi: don’t boo me

y/n: boo seungkwan

hobi: stop

y/n: sorry

hobi: lie to me one more time

y/n: it’s not my fault i’m not sorry

hobi: maybe it’s not

yk what IS ur fault tho

y/n: what?

hobi: you not being in this bed

y/n: this man wonwoo jeonghan

also it’s 4 in the afternoon??

hobi: so??

y/n: bfr

hobi: 🧍‍♂️

y/n: i’m literally downstairs

hobi: you could of just said that

y/n: i thought that was a given?

hobi: no taken enhypen core

y/n: i thought you hated them?

hobi: i do

fucking stupid bitches

y/n: oh!

i think u don’t like them cuz they have what you lack

hobi: which is?

y/n: youth

hobi: bye.

u turn 30 and suddenly the whole word’s against you ?????

i’m sick

y/n: it’s that age getting to you i fear

hobi: ykw fuck you fuck downstairs and FUCK johnny suh

y/n: 😧

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love writing for hobi and in my johnny era can you tell

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horrendous-bisexual-showdown · 2 years ago

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Poll 3

Chandra Maharaj (She/Her) by @dreamypyon

Why Should Your OC Win?

She's so stupid and mean. she's just a huge mean pathetic jerk i love her. i think she's extremely horrendous because of how much of a jerk she can be.

What is Your OC Like?

Chandra is a gloomy debby downer who doesn't have many friends and claims to prefer it that way. Despite this she gets roped into the tragedy of everyone wants to be her friend anyways, because like how can anyone not want a bunch of friends to party with. the protagonist Valerie thinks she's just shy and could be won over with enough love and snuggles, but chandra is actually just mean. She likes horror films and trashy romance novels, and garbage josei manga and werewolves, her hobby is fixing computers and selling parts for extra cash

Capital M/The Evil (Any Pronouns) by @year2000electronics

Why Should Your OC Win?

Because they’re the biggest bisexual loser of all time. If I had a chart of their personality traits it’d just say BISEXUAL in big angry letters. They’re funny. They’re a villain for a living. The horns are fake. What kind of loser doesn’t even have real horns?

What is Your OC Like?

Capital M is an author insert of me, who is also a massive bisexual loser. They go all around the multiverse causing trouble and trying to romance Dr. Eggman. Did you know they have a giant spaceship shaped like the letter M? They’re often mistaken for being affiliated with McDonald’s and people treat their ship like a drive thru but it ISN’T. Capital M is a supervillain known for tormenting people. What’s more failboy than a Saturday morning cartoon villain, you ask? The answer is NOTHING. Also capable of cartoon slapstick and has thousands of pet robots. Autistic swag.

#round 4 #polls #Chandra Maharaj #Capital M/The Evil

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wannabedragon-yep-lumenemporium · 18 days ago

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send help.

Little analysis but I feel traumatized and here's 6 am while writing this, so just very little analysis and a bit of interesting stuff.

I'll elaborate a longer something about the episode, mainly some random thoughts and feels, then I'll make a brief list of the episode points. If you like to read everything and comment, go ahead, walls of text are more than welcomed, share you fav scenes, your thoughts and feels abt the episode if you feel so. So, first impression and stuff, spoiler alert:

________My take (I'm part of the R&M cult, so, impartiality)________

The episode was great, the season is fire.

I was totally caught up since the start of the episode, because it has the same Ricktlantis Mixup incipit, Morty daydreaming about how life at the Citadel is, so I was prepared for a big episode, and honestly I wasn't disappointed. The difference is that this time your are not galvanized, you're emotionally beaten up for abt 20 minutes straight, which is basically what happens to the characters, so, fair.

The idea of opening with the Citadel wreckage floating through space is great, bcs it keeps alive the looming presence of E.Morty's actions since RIckmurai Jack, and I'm so curious abt what the heck Rick is doing by collecting ex Citadel's parts.

This season is quickly becoming hands down my fav one, I have the feeling that we are really, for the first time, diving into Rick and Morty complexity: the writers are not dancing around it anymore, they are delivering their messages very clearly and sometimes, I would say, brutally, as in this episode and in episode 1.

-> -> ->

(the "I hate you "scene😭😭...😭😭oh my shayla😭😭... how I am I supposed to cope with a ptsd Morty, sinking deeper and deeper into despair while his friends are horribly dying, his last hope betrays him and the system who abused him once is now taking away from him every bit of freedom and happiness he had conquered... and the only thing he can do is screaming "I hate you" because there's nothing else he can do, aaa my f*cking heart shattering into a million of crying pieces (yes all the pieces have eyes and they're crying 👁👄👁) also, isn't what capitalism is doing to us? no, just saying.

The episode felt rushed for the amount of intensity and content it brings in every scene, but since this is a more in depth reiteration of what we basically already saw (the rotten core of the citadel, why Mortys become "evil", how the cycle of abuse restarts etc), I don't think it's a bad thing, it just leave you shaken, as it should. And from here the obvious second point: violence. This season is seriously rivaling with s3 level of violence and gore, but this time it's realistic, so it's worse, but in a good way: cruelty over Mortys, people, animals and innocent living things in general is taking the dark weight it actually should have. We are experiencing this stuff through the eyes of adults, mature Mortys, that are not influenced by a deranged Rick and by the excitement of cool adventures. Suffering is not a gag anymore, is real and it hurts, leaving no space for laughing, but more for satire and dark humor.

The fact that Arcade Morty leaves without a Rick and starts his new life by himself is also a very tasteful choice instead of a cheese reunion, it symbolize that the right thing a Rick can do for a Morty is to respect their space and independence.

When Rick and Morty find Arcade Morty they do the exact thing they did with Evil Morty: they didn't ask questions, they didn't know anything about what happened, they just went straight to the conclusion that Arcade Morty was evil and dangerous. Because they are assholes 💀

Rick's arc ending was heart breaking, I hoped until the last minute he was actually alive, but it also gave me something to think about: it's very easy to die a hero and to do great gestures in order to get redemption and to pay for all your faults in just one day, and it is in fact a very convenient way to feel okay with yourself, but the truth is that you leave a lot of destruction behind you, a lot of grief and emptiness. Fixing things with time, patience and consistency is all a different story. I hope we will see our Rick really cultivating change, without any over dramatic heroic shortcuts, because you know, that's the real hard part in real life.

What. The actual. F*ck. Okay I... I lost my sanity points at this moment, the real face of the Morty market... Idk how to feel while playing Pocket Mortys anymore 😭😭 I was really speechless for how fucked up this part was, and I also was so glad when the Citadel exploded once and for all (hopefully)

Speaking of which, I like the idea that to destroy the Citadel once and for all it was necessary a rogue Morty and a rogue Rick: Evil Morty amazing job would have gone wasted if the last remaining good Rick on the Citadel didn't give his contribution.

_________________Ep. Main themes in a nutshell_________________

Big changes or living in regret is becoming the increasingly obvious theme of season 8: unlikely alliances, taking ownership, change and freedom are the recurring stuff here and I love it.

Change is up to you. The tag scene of the dice is memorable: at the beginning of a new dawn, now free and miraculously still alive on the ruins of the Citadel, the two dice decide to stay exactly as they were when they were victims. Instead of starting a new, different life, they immediately return to fight each other: they use the power of freedom to turn back to be slaves, this time of themselves.

Solitude: Morty needs independence from his past, as from his Rick as from all the childish parts of himself that still believed to the dream of a happy life with Rick and his family: the more a Morty matures, the more the natural course of growing up becomes leaving behind abuse and their toxic family system.

It's not who you are, it's who you choose to be: I think that with Space Beth episode it's already clear that being a clone or not doesn't shape the person you are, nor does affect how much you are loved. You can decide who you want to be, despite being born with a certain role imposed by society/family. You're more than a role. Boss Hog Rick was a lost person that instead of looking for his identity, tried to gain power and control over a crazy universe: instead of being a Master of his own Universe, he tried to be a master of everyone else's universe. Not cool. -10/10

_________________Sus stuff/interesting details_________________

The episode name is a reference to the movie The Good, the Bad & the Ugly (that is a very cool movie btw) and by logic it means that the Rick is the Good, the Mort is the Bad (another reference to "evil" Morty), and the Ugly... I guess is Boss Hog Rick 💀

The dynamic from this ep. is the same from Unmortricken: an unlikely alliance between a guilt ridden Rick that knows more than anybody else (hillbilly Rick), lonely to his core and unable to recover from his past in a healthy way; a fake adult Morty(he's not a real doctor), still immature, overly attached to Ricks in a delusional way and traumatized, who doesn't want to grow up and to accept reality (Doc); an adult, smart and independent Morty (Arcade), slowly shifting from trying to help Mortys beyond help, to choosing solitude in a harsh universe, still grieving and processing everything he lived, full aware that you have to take freedom with your own hands.

Independent, pirate-like Mortys have a main theme and is cool hair, apparently (I mean, makes sense with The One True Morty style). There were already many similarities between Slick and President Morty ("slick" can indicate the slick back hair, being smart/clever and also being a charismatic person with hidden intentions, often told of politicians): Arcade Morty and Simulated Morty share a lot with them too. They have very peculiar facial expressions for a Morty, dead eyes, determined attitude and expression, sometimes ptsd eye bags of a troubled mind (Arcade Morty and Simulated Morty), and just under the surface, spite, rage, frustration, a deep need for justice, peace and solitude. Evil Morty simply loves hair-styling apparently, but in the CFC he had regular Morty hair, to keep a low profile I guess.

Despite the mindblowing after the Matrix, as Summer predicted, something in our Morty actually changed: he's still an immature, superficial kid if we compared him to an adult, consumed E.Morty, or even to a still young but more mature Slick, but he is definitely growing up. This season is giving me so much hope…too much hope and that's sus 👀

the blue crystals/corn is what the Ricks gathered from the very foundation of the Citadel, and is what young Rick from the crybaby backstory flashback takes from mobs to power his special identifying camera (while hunting down Prime).

Okay I need sleep, bye my dudes <3

#rick and morty spoilers #I wanna cry but I'm Escobared #ohhh my shayla #my shaylaaaa #rick and morty #rick sanchez #evil morty #morty smith #morty prime #rick and morty analysis #rick and morty season 8 #rick prime #the citadel #pocket mortys

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yoificfinder · 9 months ago

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Hello!!

I would just like to ask for Royalty au for viktuuri please and thank you! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

every calculation falls silent by @thehobbem [T, 29K]

With an engagement arranged behind his back, Emperor Victor only wishes to have one last day for himself as a free man.

But the last thing he will be is free, once he meets someone who seems to have the exact same plans, and perhaps motivations, for today.

In Fire, In Whispers by @voxofthevoid [M, 12K]

“What do you think he meant by friendly stabbing?” Viktor asks, deceptively casual as he winds a lock of his hair around his finger.

“Sparring, probably.”

“Ah,” Viktor sighs, his disappointment loud and theatrical. “And here I thought he meant the other kind.”

Yuuri feels himself heat to the roots of his hair.

“Not here,” he snaps, hands clenching at his sides.

Viktor’s eyes sharpen, the veneer of pleasantness finally leaving his face.

“My mistake,” he says, his smile thin and icy. “You seem tired, Prince Yuuri. Let me escort you to your bedchambers.”

In which Viktor and Yuuri are the princes of warring kingdoms but manage to fall in love anyway.

My Love, We Deserve the Softest Eternity series by @japansace [G to E, 88K]

"A baby," Yakov gripes. "Not even a thousand yet, and he thinks he's in love!"

My Name on Your Lips by @feels-like-fire [E, 108K]

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King's son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he's forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he's been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn't have other ideas.

(Or, the swords-and-sorcery arranged marriage AU. Updates weekly.)

On Your Every Word by @stammiviktor [M, 71K]

It starts, as most things do, with an extravagant banquet.

"Dance with me?"

He’s holding out his hand. It’s an offering, an invitation, and a dare all in one.

The onlookers part and a blinding smile graces the dancer’s lips.

“Of course, Your Highness.”

(A Royalty AU, with a twist)

The Phoenix Lives by velvetcadence [E, 5K]

Prince Yuuri has banished yokai from the world. Now home from his travels, he must navigate another adventure: his arranged marriage to Prince Viktor Nikiforov.

But Prince Viktor is hiding a secret, one that may upset the fragile state of their marriage.

Please Leave a Light On When You Go by adjit [T, 19K]

Everyone knows tales of princesses trapped in towers and guarded by evil dragons, but, actually…

Yuuri is here by choice, thank you very much, and Phichit is quite a nice dragon, all things considered. It’s just that the knights who keep trying to rescue him don’t seem to be getting the memo.

And then there’s Sir Nikiforov, just another knight like the rest, except that he’s not. Because after he realizes that Yuuri is not, in fact, in need of rescuing, he drops it. And stranger still, he decides to stay.

the promise i'll make series by lily_winterwood @omgkatsudonplease [M and E, 102K]

When Crown Prince Yuuri of Japan escapes his army of minders at his Saint Petersburg hotel, he thinks he’s found the opportunity to explore the city as a commoner. When investigative journalist Viktor Nikiforov discovers the Crown Prince of Japan on a park bench in Saint Petersburg, he thinks that he’s found his ticket to redemption at the magazine he writes for. But like the stories of those stranded during the White Nights after the bridges go up, neither of them had anticipated falling in love. (Roman Holiday AU)

Roses of May by @cuttlemefishwrites [E, 47K] *WIP

At age five, all children are assessed for talent and beauty in the City of Hasetsu and the other eight cities of the Empire. Every year, five are branded with the mark of a rose before being carded off to the Emperor’s palace where they are trained to become Roses, or sacrifices to be sent every May to the Ice Spirit that lives in the castle at the top of the mountain. Roses never return, except for Katsuki Yuuri, who shocks the Empire when he appears again two years after his departure with a silver crown on his head and a blond baby in his arms, demanding the Emperor step down or face the wrath of his husband, the Ice King. But, not everything is what it seems.

The Dragon Prince and the Winter Swan by @sophia-helix [E, 121K]

Yuuri Stark is a noble son of the north, returning to Winterfell in disgrace after the latest disappointment in his checkered tourney career. He hasn't given up his dream of becoming a knight, but maybe it's time to find himself a new path, settling down at home.

Prince Victor Targaryen is the greatest swordsman in Westeros, but he no longer finds joy in competition. Things are uneasy in King's Landing, where politics are shifting and dangerous, and he seizes the chance to escape north in search of the young man who came so close to beating him in a tourney last year — and was so beguiling at the banquet afterwards.

Together they begin a journey to the great tourney of Harrenhal, with intrigue, honor, friendship and love along the way...and inevitable political conflict ahead.

(A Game of Thrones fusion with 90% less grimdark)

Technically Arranged by @ajwolf84 [E, 78K] *WIP

Yuuri is a tech genius working in Silicon Valley, but he never would have gotten this far if not for the support of the Russian Royal family who offered him a full scholarship to the elite Rostelecom Academy and have been supporting his education ever since. Of course, this help didn’t come for free. He’s now considered a member of the Royal family, which isn’t so bad, other than the inordinate number of weddings he has to attend. There’s also the small stipulation that he is technically a candidate to become the Prince’s consort, but that’ll never happen…

The Tsesarevich Lives by mothedestiel [E, 50K]

An Anastasia AU. Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old. Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir? An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer.

The Vastness of Space by @shysweetthing [E, 17K]

As chief communications officer on board the Interstellar Alliance Fleet’s Star Ship Victory, Yuuri doesn’t have to think about who he actually is on his home planet. He just has to listen to his captain, do his job, and…not fall in love with his best friend, the ship’s science officer, Victor Nikiforov.

Well. Two out of three’s not bad.

Then his mother calls with the worst possible news: She, the Empress of New Nihon, has arranged Yuuri’s marriage.

There’s only one thing Yuuri can do: Fake a boyfriend, and fake one fast. Who better/worse to play that role than the friend he wishes was more? What can go wrong? It’s not like Yuuri can fall more in love...

With Two Hands by whatsup_buttercup [E, 28K]

“Do you think he’ll let you get a picture with him?” Phichit’s voice comes through distorted by the long chain of communications systems and the great distance between them.

“I imagine some official photos might be taken,” Yuuri offers.

“You should try to work ‘I became a translator because of you!’ into conversation. You know, casually.”

Yuuri takes a large sip from his mug of tea, refusing to be baited. “We’ll see.”

Yuuri Enchanted by the__magpie / @wecalleverythinglove [T, 58K]

At birth, Yuuri Katsuki was given the gift of obedience, although he quickly learns as he grows up that it is a curse. He has to obey any command given to him, even if it puts him or others in danger. Too afraid to face the terrifying outside world, Yuuri stays in his home town of Hasetsu, until a chance encounter with Prince Victor urges him to venture outside of his safe bubble. Determined to break his curse, Yuuri begins on an adventure involving fairies, ogres, true love, and courage he never knew he had.

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Other people's rec:

Equivalent Exchange by writingfromtheshadows

The Nature of Things by Zombubble

Thanks for the rec, @tanouska, @kittygoeswoof90! 💙

#yoi #yuri on ice #yoi fanfic #victuuri #royalty au #yoi fic rec

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yoonia · 2 years ago

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the bedroom hymns ● prologue

⟶ Chapter summary | Was it simply an urban legend, or a myth, or perhaps a curse? Smotia may have been known as a prosperous land, rich in its resources and nature, thriving with its hardworking men and women. But the world also talks about its mystery, about the mysterious evil residing in the shadows, waiting in silence, watching every single one of your move.

⟶ Title | The Bedroom Hymns: a Bluebeard’s twist ⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader ⟶ Genre | Fairy Prince!Yoongi, Fantasy au, Fairy Tale retelling au ⟶ Word count | 6,9k words ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; nothing much for this chapter, only appearances of alcohol use, drinking, rumours about serial killers, mentions of abductions, mentions/depictions of domestic abuse ⟶ Story Masterlist | next chapter ⇢ ⟶ Main Masterlist | Mailbox | Taglist | Music Playlist | Ko-fi ⟶ Taglist: @veronawrites - @petalsofink - @mrskimjoon - @piecsblog - @lithelilith - @borahaerhy — @manjir0

prologue. the bluebeard’s tale

There is a dark tale looming across the Land of Smotia.

A tale that has been passed down from one generation to another, spoken by the elders to keep the young from wandering out of their homes during nightfall, and to keep the men from committing bad deeds and sin.

The tale speaks of an evil being that lurks in the night and haunts the towns in the dark. Any mention of this evil being would instil fear among the people. Even the little children would cry and shudder when they hear his name. Yet it never stops people from whispering his name, gossiping about all the things that he may have done to earn such a reputation, and telling each other about the origin story of his existence and how his name ever came to be in the first place.

Once there was a nameless Baron who lived within the territory of Smotia. The Baron was known to be incredibly rich, that he owned several fine houses in town, in the capital city and also in the countryside. Within each one he stored a great deal of silver and gold plates and coins, a wide collection of furniture made of the rarest kinds of wood gilded with gold, and fancy embroideries that were all made of the finest silk and leather. Despite his riches, people would only remember him from his odd feature, as the man himself was known to be quite frightfully unattractive, with a crooked and sharp jaw and an oddly thin nose, an ugly scar marred one of his eyes, and the weirdest looking beard in the shade of majestic blue that he grew thickly around his mouth and chin to hide his horrible-looking face.

It was because of his beard that the people in town called him in the name of Bluebeard.

It was said that Bluebeard had several different wives during the time he was living his prosperous life in his estates, gained all through several different marriages throughout the years. Except nobody ever knew what had become of those wives as the Baron would never appear with any of them once they were wedded. Their existence became a mystery, as nobody would ever see the women he took in as his wives once they stepped foot into his homes.

The last of Bluebeard’s conquest that the people in town came to know about was the story about his last known wife. The young woman was the youngest daughter of a noble family from the neighbouring town, one who was known for her beauty and her smart brain, though she was also known for her curiosity and her habit to gossip. Despite people’s warnings about the disappearance of his previous wives, the woman took no heed of them and chose to live with the Baron.

Taken under his wings, the woman was terribly spoiled. Not only was she given plenty of Bluebeard’s silver and gold coins for her to spend, and gifted the fanciest drapes and dresses one could ever find, she was also allowed to use his homes and hold parties for her family and friends whenever the Baron was away. She enjoyed all the luxury that anyone could ever afford, but that curiosity of hers spoiled them all away.

Every time when the husband was away on his business, this poor wife would always talk to her servants about the mysterious doors and secret rooms within Bluebeard’s estate where she lived in, all hidden in his quarters. She claimed that before he left for his first trip, the Baron had left her with a bundle of keys to open these doors, yet he warned her about a few special ones that were forbidden for her to enter. She would question about these rooms to the servants, only to never gain any answers as they had never seen them with their very own eyes.

So, at last, the wife gave in to her curiosity, always finding the right time when her husband was away so she could secretly slip inside the restricted ones without her husband’s knowledge. Every time she came back from venturing these doors, she would be filled with a myriad of emotions. From wonder and joy to fright and despair, oftentimes she would run out with tears. But as she kept getting all the chances to venture into these doors, she continued to disobey her husband’s warnings and stubbornly made her visits into the rooms behind his back, always lucky enough not to get caught.

Until one night, when the lady of fortune decided to leave her side. The poor woman was caught by the Baron during her secret exploit, just as she managed to slip through the one specific door where her husband kept his deepest and darkest secret of all, causing the Baron to show his rage for the first time. Without giving her a chance to defend herself, Bluebeard took her into one of his many secret rooms to punish her and locked the door, and nobody had ever seen the sight of her again.

The Baron released all of his servants from their duties the very next day, sending them all off back to their homes, giving each of them a pouch of gold coins as their last pay. On their return to their families, these former servants shared the story about the unfortunate fate of the Baron’s latest wife. Once the words were spread to the people in town, they all suspected that the misfortune that the poor woman had to face was more than simply being imprisoned in the Baron’s estate for life. Many believed that the same fate had fallen to the previous wives as well, imprisoned for eternity in his lavish estate, as their poor fates remained unresolved to this day.

Believing this theory, townsfolk began to shun the Baron, only ever treated him with fear and suspicions even if nobody ever had any evidence of his sins. Ever since then, the Baron continued to live his lonely life with the townsfolk always keeping away from him and the women—once they reached adulthood—staying clear of his path to avoid capturing his wandering eyes.

With all the rejection and the people’s fear of his existence, the Baron was said to retreat further away from the town and its people, away from everyone who was frightened at his sight. He secluded himself inside one of his lavish estates, his prized possession that was hidden somewhere far in the depth of the Elcester Forest and the former home of his latest wife, one that was widely known by the people as the Murwood Estate.

With his disappearance from the public eye, the Baron turned into a recluse. Nobody ever claimed to see him again, until he was left forgotten by the rest of the people in town and his existence became somewhat of a myth.

But as time continued to pass, it seemed that Bluebeard himself refused to be erased and to remain still in his hiding. He may have slowly began to fade in people’s memories, but as there were still some who remembered him, his name soon started coming up again, being mentioned and referred to among the gossiping folks. Over time, the rumours about his existence grew more and more ludicrous. Yet never once had people questioned them even when the words said about the mysterious Baron seemed impossible to be true.

“Oh, I pray for that poor woman and all the others before her. They say he took them all to be sacrificed. Hence nobody ever knew what had become of them once he brought them home.”

“It must be witchcraft, then! What kind of sorcery does this evil possess?”

“My distant relative knows someone who used to work for the odd Baron. She heard that the secret room everyone talked about was a secret dungeon hidden in his basement. No one was ever allowed to go down there. That must be where that devil hid those poor women.”

“If he had many estates, then surely it wouldn’t be impossible for him to build a dungeon within one of them. Must’ve put them all together with his hidden treasures.”

Rumours about him coming out of his sanctuary in the night also began to emerge as years continued to pass and all quickly spread once they started, spoken from those who claimed to have seen him wandering out of the woods. And when people mysteriously began vanishing in the nightfall—mostly women, both old and young, with the rare occasions of young and abled men—his name was whispered like a curse, believed to be the cause of these odd disappearances.

Some people have even started making up things about him, making it seem like the Baron possesses some kind of dark powers, instilling further fear whenever his name is spoken.

“They say that this Bluebeard fellow comes out of the depth of the Elcester Forest at night. Wherever he goes, he is accompanied by a thick mist that comes alive under his will and all living things will cease to make any noise as to not disturb his journey. As he roams through the alleyways during the misty night, he searches for an honest and gullible woman to make his wife, while he picks up any young soul who is strong and able enough to replace his servants.”

You may have been living quite a sheltered life within the walls of your home until the present, only ever hearing about this evil being and his deeds through the whisperings crawling down the hallways and echoing against the cold walls. But the words which had spread over the years still reached through your ears, and you keep learning more and more about this tale as you began to find ways to slip out of your dwelling at night, to hear all the gossips and whispers about this mysterious Baron and his alleged evil deeds, even when you had never deliberately tried to seek out all the gossips around you while you are venturing out in the night on your own.

Just like what is happening tonight.

You had no plans in delving into the townsfolk’s business tonight when you left home. The only reason you stepped out when the night has fallen was simply because you were bored and too restless to sleep. After enduring the long hours of tutoring and the stressful dinner event that came after, the last thing you needed was to be holed up in your room, suffocating in silence, while you knew that the world outside was still thriving, oblivious to your despair.

The eve of Lemmus Rising is also arriving soon. It is the sacred night which the people believe to be the night when the spirits from the past would come down from the heavens to visit their loved ones.

During this holy night, the people of Smotia would lock the doors to their homes and stay inside to gather with their families to make sure that the spirits would find their way home, while others would hold a vigil at the town’s parks, on the streets, or in the town’s church and temples to respect their elders and ancestors with songs and prayers. Lights and burning candles would be hung on the doors and gates to the people’s homes or lined up along the streets, with the hope that they would help light up the streets and guide the wandering souls in finding their way home, while the people in gatherings would sing their prayers to calm the old souls until they would resign to wherever they come from by the time dawn comes.

Thinking about this sacred night had led your curiosity to rise, wondering if you could witness the townsfolk preparing for their rituals, to see the streets being lighted up with lamps and candles—only to realise that you may have forgotten about one small, yet very important, detail about the eve of Lemmus Rising.

“Have you heard about the missing girl from Oakes Village?”

“Are you talking about Farmer Nel’s little daughter?”

You have been sitting in the dark corner of The Rare Roots—a quaint, yet busy pub located at one of the busiest streets in the business district downtown—for an hour when you start hearing some locals talking to each other about the most recent gossip. It isn’t that you are deliberately paying attention to them, but they have been talking a bit louder than before, enough for you to listen to their exchange through the busy chattering from the other patrons around you.

You have heard the story on the weekend, when you walked past the gardens where some workers were having a break and were gossiping about it, but never dared enough to ask around and find out more about it. And here you are now, overhearing the conversation between the two men sitting on the next table with this other guy who just joined them merely moments ago. Judging from their outfits, the two men look like mercenary soldiers, hired guards or freelancers who are always working for traveling merchants or nobles. Both of them look a bit heavily intoxicated as they were already here when you arrived, which explains why their voices are becoming louder by the minute. The newcomer seems like a local shopkeeper who had just gotten off the clock to have some drinks, and perhaps share a little about the town’s newest gossips with the traveling men.

The local man who first spoke gives a scoff at his mercenary friend, still not noticing that there is another audience listening in close by. “Not so little anymore. The girl came of age just last fall.”

From the corner of your eyes, you see the uniformed man sitting across from him shaking his head. “Why hadn’t the family kept her inside the house at night? The eve of Lemmus Rising is coming soon. The night’s been getting darker and the fog is getting thicker, and people have been on guard for any sightings from the deep forest. Those folks should’ve known better. Everyone knows what’s hiding under the fog.”

Your eyes grow wide just then. Sighing deeply, you silently chastise yourself for letting it slip past your mind the reason why the sacred night is also said to be haunted, and it is not only because of the past spirits returning home. Because it had been rumoured that Bluebeard would come out of his sanctum on the eve of Lemmus Rising, something that everyone has so readily accepted with what some witnesses had shared over the years, how they had claimed to have seen sightings of dark figures coming out of the woods once the mist is thick and high off the ground.

For once, you must admit that this rumour makes quite sense.

On what better time would such a recluse Baron to come out of his hiding and find prey, than the night where all the people in town would gather together and keep away from the heavily wooded areas and the dark alleyways to see him coming, except for the poor unsuspecting young souls that would often stray from the others out of mischief and curiosity. And that sacred night is soon coming, with all the signs already visible around you to see. Not only for the lights and candles that are seen hanged on the doorways or sold on the town’s square, but also the thin mist you have seen rising in the streets at nightfall.

As you slowly sip on the cheap local beer that you have been nursing since you came in, you continue to discreetly listen to the conversation some more, all while trying your best not to draw attention your way. This pub should be dark enough to cover your face, while the busy patrons should keep other people’s eyes away from you. And if none of those things can help disguise your presence, then surely your stained cloak and its oversized hood should be able to do the job for you.

Shouldn’t it?

The shopkeeper leans forward just as you steal a glance at them again, as if trying to lessen the distance between he and his companions as he whispers—quite loudly from your corner, you might say—to the others, “Heard that her own folks never treated her well in her own home. That father of hers, Unys, is known for having a short fuse and he never fancied having a girl among his children. Neighbours claimed they’d seen the girl with bruises each time her father lost a temper. The first time someone from the family started looking for the girl, villagers suspected that Unys had something to do with it.”

“And? How did they start thinking that Blu—I mean, that she was—”

“Because Unys wasn’t even home until the two days after she’s gone missing. He was off auctioning his cattle with his oldest son on the next town when she went out to the woods by dusk and never came back out again.”

A few comments continue to be thrown around at their table, mostly about the Lemmus Rising, about the gossips that have been spreading on people claiming to see sightings of Bluebeard since the fog has been appearing, and words like ‘dungeons’ and ‘black magic’ being mentioned in between, though you know that none of it has truly been proven. Realising how much time you have wasted sitting here while eavesdropping on them, you start finishing your drink and preparing to leave, only for one of the men turning just at that moment to notice you moving and your hair falling out of your hood.

“Speaking of a lass wandering off at night—” he says, drawing the attention of the two other fellows sharing his table. “Are you traveling alone, miss? Do you realise what time it is? You’ve heard us talking just now about young women going out late at night during this season, haven’t you?”

Not expecting them to pay attention on you—and for being suddenly nosy—in the middle of their drunken rants, and for you to be caught as a lone maiden while camouflaging yourself as a passing pilgrim, the question startles you to silence. Before you can think of anything to say, the nameless shopkeeper bends forward as if to have a better look at your face.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” he inquires, while you sense the mercenary sitting across from him leaning the same way to see you.

“You sure don’t look like it,” the drunk mercenary mumbles out, while you can only let out a defeated sigh.

Deciding that ignoring them would be futile at this point as they all have their eyes on you now, you square up your shoulders and take a deep breath before facing the curious men, while hoping deep down that none of them would recognise you and figure out who you are once you lower your hood to reveal yourself to them.

You turn to them with a smile on your face, feigning innocence. “You’re quite right, Sir. I’m not really from around here. I’m just passing through town, is all,” you try to politely explain yourself while trying to figure them out to decide how to act in front of them.

Now that you have a part of your disguise pulled down and your eyes are fully on them, you can finally have a good look at these gossiping men. The man that you had assumed to be a local shopkeeper due to his soiled apron and burnt gloves does look like a local, but that doesn’t seem to be the case with the two mercenaries. You didn’t quite get a good look when you first came in to take the empty seat close by, but now that you are seeing them, you notice the markings on their armour and vaguely recognise the linings that you see on their chest and upper arms.

The details you are seeing gives you a bitter taste inside, as you recall seeing them as something that a group of traveling hired soldiers have been wearing. The Brotherhood of Jorn, you have heard some people refer to them as. The same hired soldiers that are heavily suspected to be a part of the partisan rebels. They are rumoured to have been secretly operating while blending with the common people, gathering their support as they are building force to serve their true purpose. While some say that they are covertly staging a coup against the empire, nothing has been proven about them posing any threat just yet. Though you also know that the empire isn’t staying idle about these rumours as they seem to be keeping close watch of this group from the distance.

Just as expected, one of the mercenary men seems to be heavily drunk. Not only had his loud voice and incessant chatters given his condition away, but now that you are seeing him for yourself, you can see his red face and cloudy eyes showing you just how intoxicated the poor, foolishly grinning man already is. Meanwhile, as you turn to look at his companion, the only other mercenary at the table, you are filled with an unsettling feeling building in your chest.

Your eyes instantly meet each other the moment you turn your gaze to him, and while he did sound just as drunk as his friend was when you heard him speak, the reddish tone on his face doesn’t seem just as evident, while his eyes—that are now staring at you so deeply as if he is astonished by your presence that it gives you an unnerving chill running down your spine—appear as clear as the bright sky on a sunny day.

Shaking the uneasiness you are suddenly getting from him, you turn back to the local man and bring back your smile. “Please don’t mind me. Forgive me if I overheard you folks talking just now.”

The shopkeeper leans back, raising his glass of beer with a grin on his face as he says, “It’s fine, lass. You can just join us if you want. We still got a lot of those news and stories about the town coming.”

You shake your head and feign a sense of remorse as you deny his offer. “I probably shouldn’t. Besides, your friends there seem to have gotten a few rounds ahead of me. I was just here to get a nightcap before calling it a night, is all,” you tell him with a teasing tone, hoping to somewhat test the waters and see if the shifty mercenary would play along, to which you can quickly see that he has yet to change his demeanour even after you caught him staring. He still has his eyes on you, while his companions have yet to notice his odd reaction, or that he had feigned his drunken state the whole time.

“Damn right, we have,” the other mercenary comments, nudging at his suspicious partner with a boasting laugh. “We’ve been here for quite a long time now, haven’t we?” he asks, to which his friend responds with a stiff laugh, while briefly returning to his act of being drunk and high of booze when he has his friend’s eyes on him. “Funny how we didn’t see you coming in, lass.”

Shrugging, you softly chuckle while making an excuse, “What can I say? You fellows seemed to be having a great time and I’m not someone who likes to draw attention when I’m entering a new place I’m not familiar with.”

Such a lame excuse, but at least the men are too drunk to care that they only nod their heads—well, except for that odd one, who is keeping his eyes on you as he raises his glass to take a slow drink.

“Well, lass. You can at least let us buy you a drink. Let us show you Smotia’s own hospitality for fellow travellers,” the local man says, before raising his arm up to grab the pub keeper’s attention. “Oi, Sir Elias, get us another round of your finest and an extra one for this lass here. You should give her a proper welcome for coming to visit Smotia.”

“And on this time of the year, as well.” This time, it is the odd and suspicious looking mercenary who speaks, though he is still void of emotion with his eyes steadily watching over you as if he is gauging your reaction.

Giving the man a small smile, you refuse to show that you are intimidated by his attention. “Let’s just say that I’m a curious girl. I just wanted to see how the people are preparing for the eve of Lemmus Rising. I tend to get attracted to any mysterious occurrences, after all.”

The sneaky looking man grins, as if he is pleased to see you taking his bait. “I don’t have any doubt that you do.”

As if he had been wearing a mask all along, any sign of drunkenness on his face fades just as he makes this comment, making you wonder just how he could act so well around his friends and why no one is noticing this change. Within a split second, however, the man puts his mask back on right the moment the pub keeper slides between his patrons and makes his way towards your tables.

The pub keeper, Elias, is a massive man, with tall build, a pair of heavily toned arms and wide shoulders, a thick white beard growing down his sharp and rough-looking jaw, while both of his hands are big enough to carry two tankards each, with each one of them filled to the brim with his signature beer. He drops three of the filled drink roughly on the men’s table, enough to make it shake and have the men startled, before placing the last beer onto your desk gently.

“Here you go, Miss. Don’t you be listening to what these hosers be yapping about. There’s no Bluebeard person swiping any child out of their homes. The Nels’ girl probably ran off with some lover,” he says to you with a deep, rough voice, showing you and the men that you were not the only one listening to their drunk gossiping. His voice changes, becoming firm as he turns to the drunk men right after. “You’ve heard the gossips, haven’t you? I’m sure ye can’t miss the gossip saying about blacksmith Milly’s youngest boy everyone’s been talking about. They say he went missing just a day before that girl did and that they’ve been spending time sneaking off together when their folks weren’t looking. Can’t tell me they didn’t meet up somewhere in those woods and ran off together.”

The men collectively groan, with the suspicious looking soldier now acting drunk again and shaking his head slowly. The local shopkeeper, which you vaguely heard the men previously call as San, waves at Elias disappointedly. “Aye, you’re no fun, Elias.”

The big man only shrugs. “Nothing’s fun about gossiping on young kids going missing or about any odd dungeons nobody ever saw. Not when we have travellers’ passing town for Lemmus Rising,” he firmly chastises them as if they are little children. He turns back to you once he is done with the men, ignoring the grumbling sounds of them protesting against him. “Are you sure you’re fine with just this drink?”

You politely nod at the kind man. “I’m sure. I should be on my way soon, anyway. Even if the gossips aren’t real, I know that it’s late enough for me to be wandering around a strange town.”

Elias looks a bit concerned as he stares at you. “Are you staying somewhere? We still got some empty rooms upstairs. We always open up extras for times like this.”

Shaking your head, you kindly say to him, “I have a place to stay for the night, but thank you for the offer.”

Hearing this, the man nods. “Very well, then. You can protect yourself too, I reckon? I don’t need to be sending you off with neither one of these buggers, do I?” he asks, tilting his head to the men who are now busy emptying their glasses of drinks as if they have already forgotten about you.

Paying no attention on those men, you hold your gaze firmly on Elias’s attentive eyes and subtly part the front of your cloak. Reaching in, you firmly grab onto the handle of the dagger you are carrying on your hips, pulling it up just enough for Elias to see that you are armed. “I can protect myself just fine, kind Sir,” you gently whisper to him. Deep down, you still wish that you were able to carry the bow and arrows or the short sword that you are more used to be handling. The only problem was having them with you would have made it hard for you to move stealthily through town.

Elias glances down. His eyes grow wide for a brief moment as he looks at your dagger, and you are made to feel more confident about your choice of protection when the man smiles and looks pleased with it. “Atta girl. Wouldn’t doubt for myself that you’d do good with that shiny thing there,” he says with a gentle whisper, before rising his voice again. “Enjoy your drink, then. Have a safe travel, and don’t wander off to nobody’s dungeon.”

You continue drinking a while longer without any intention of finishing everything despite how splendid it tastes, and without engaging further with the men who have resumed their drunken rants and chatters. More gossips and news are thrown at their table, with a few occasions where they would gather their heads together in low whispers, sharing a bit of confidential information that may have to do with their business, no doubt. You no longer feel uneasy once the one soldier who kept watching you closely stops paying attention to you, until the moment you are ready to leave.

Just as you rise from your seat, doing it carefully as to not draw any more attention on you so you can make your swift escape, your eyes are suddenly drawn back to him. Once again, you catch his eyes as he is watching you closely, paying close attention to every move you make. And just like before, his eyes appear clear, unlike the way he acts as he joins his drunk friends in swaying and bantering loudly as if the booze has taken over him. You can still feel his eyes on you as you slip between the patrons to make your exit, your hand instinctively reaching inside your cloak as you step out into the night with a sense of uneasiness following you.

As you walk away from the pub and slip into the nearest alleyway, you cannot help but hope that he would not be the reason you are going to have to use this dagger anytime soon.

Fixing the heavy hood of your cloak over your head, you walk past a few small shops down the block away from The Rare Roots Pub, with all of them in the process of closing their front doors even if the night is still quite young. Just as expected, everyone in town are getting cautious about opening shops late with Lemmus Rising coming.

While there are some more days left before it arrives, the signs of the sacred night are noticeable everywhere you would look. The dusk has become darker, with violet hue painting the sky the moment the sun begins to descend instead of the vibrant shade of rouge that has always given warmth on the sky above Smotia. The nights have grown colder, with chill breeze filling the air and thin mist crawling on the ground, only dissipating right before the sun comes to rise in the morning. Even the sounds of the forest that borders the land have become unusually absent once the night has fallen, making the entire town seems even colder and more desolated during nightfall.

As you walk past the townsfolk who are heading home, all of them looking cautious and wary as they walk in quick pace down the streets and alleyways, your mind wanders back to the men that you encountered earlier, as the conversations that you heard and shared with them back at the pub continue to follow you.

You cannot help but recall everything they said to you, especially the last tidbits of things that San, the shopkeeper, managed to add just before you were able to slip away unnoticed. The warnings that he gave you of Bluebeard and his advice on how to better find some place of hiding once the mist starts to show in the dark streets keep resounding in your head, along with his advice on how to avoid any strangers trying to talk to you while you are roaming through town.

None of his helpful input truly mattered as you have no plans on spending the night in these streets, but there was no way that you could have told him that. So, in the end, you had no other response to give him but a quick, “Thank you for your concern. I’ll keep these in mind,” before bidding your goodbyes.

Though it is not like you have absolutely no fear of the danger that you may encounter should you spend the night in this town and cross paths with this rumoured evil being, or the possibility that you are to be harmed when all you ever wanted was to have some free time away from home. Perhaps you are simply still in denial, for you have spent most of your present lifetime refusing to believe all the rumours, calling it as nothing but a tale to frighten the little children and young women, keeping them in line and from defying their elders.

An urban legend, was what you had always called it since you first heard of the story about Bluebeard. Some ludicrous tale that was nowhere close to reality but believed to be so as the words continued to be shared and spread, until all of those baseless rumours expanded into today’s common theories that all the townsfolk have come to know. All you have heard for years had been just that, mere words, with no evidence showing you that this evil being truly existed, always lurking and waiting for a chance to slip into the towns at night by using the shadows as his shield, and that he was nothing more but a myth that would fade along with passing time.

Until that night happened.

The night when you encountered such a peculiar event that left you wondering and questioning your own beliefs—and, after what you witnessed, your sanity.

It was at the peak of fall, when you found yourself drawn out of the threshold of your home the same way you were out tonight. Your curiosity had drawn you out into roaming through the streets in town, slipping into the alleyways when you wanted to get a closer look but was too wary of the crowd. It was the night of Fest of Spirits, after all, when the townsfolk celebrated the successful crop and to welcome the full moon which has always been believed to be the source of the land’s blessings.

You followed the festival and the celebration until the point that it became too much and the night grew too late for you to stay. With the people filling the streets, the partying crowd was still a bit too loud for you to remain close, so you had decided to find a shortcut on your way home.

The edge of the Elcester Forest was terribly dark and eerie, but you had travelled across the forest’s borders often enough to know not to get too deep into the thickets and to never lose sight of the gravel-covered road. That night, for some reason, as the loud voices from the festivity seemed to be drawing too close, you slipped just a bit deeper into the dark woods to avoid being seen.

Compared to the lively atmosphere happening in town, the forest felt so gravely. All seemed so dark and quiet, with the black shadows formed by the moonlight appearing as if they held a silent mystery of their own and for you to solve.

There was not a stir of movement around you. Not a sign of life appeared wherever you looked. There was nothing but the grim and eerie feeling surrounding you that it almost felt like you were walking through death itself.

There was a reason why you had your attention distracted that night as you went further away from the edge of the town. A reason why you allowed yourself to get drawn into the shadows beyond the thickets that seemed to be coming alive as the night grew deeper.

Deep in the woods was where the Murwood Estate was said to have been hidden in. The same lavish estate which was believed to be one of Bluebeard’s properties which had become his hiding place. While you never paid close attention to the rumours, no matter how often you have heard the whisperings of Bluebeard’s existence and his sinister feat, that night, everything that you have come to know about the tale suddenly crossed your mind. It left you wondering if there was a chance for you to confirm that the Murwood Estate truly existed. And if it had, you wondered then if anyone was truly spending his entire secluded life within the darkness that felt so eerie and intimidating.

It was then when you saw it happening, just when you were so deep in your thoughts and while you were recollecting all the theories you have heard that you almost believed that you were simply imagining things.

The grim feeling that you felt upon entering the forest seemed to be gripping you harder inside just as you started to notice a thin streak of white mist rising from the ground and slowly creeping between the shadows and the darkened trees. It crept with an almost imperceptible slowness, with movements that made it appear as if it had its own consciousness and liveliness as it reached through the crevices and glided across the thicket like ghostly fingers reaching forward.

You stood by in your astonishment to watch it move, to see it growing thicker and thicker, rising higher and higher from the ground until its center seemed to form itself into a pillar of smoke, moving along with the rest of the mist as it continued to advance forward as if having a mind of its own with a destination to reach.

It almost felt like you were entranced as you kept on staring at this phenomena, completely undistracted until the moment you witnessed the center of the pillar dissipating, and from within, emerged a dark figure which moved together with the mist, almost gracefully-like against the stillness that seemed to linger around it.

Then more changes started happening. It started with one subtle movement, so subtle that you almost missed it, and you had at first chalked it off as the shadows of the thick branches reaching through the dark and moving together with the mist. But then, just like an object from a sinister dream, this dark figure continued to advance forward, while the mist remained.

The thicket was still too dark, the fog was too thick, and you were standing too far away from it for you to have a better look of this mysterious figure. So you simply assumed that it was just a guard on patrol or a hunter on his way home after a good hunt in the forest. But there was something so ominous in its movement, something so inhuman, with the fog seemingly advancing together under its command, only far much slower.

As this figure finally emerged to the small opening which was formed where the trees parted ways, the moonlight above finally fell on it, allowing you to finally see better.

The first that you recognised was the grubby looking cloak covering the dark figure, making it seemed even more malevolent to be a royal guard on duty. Then the hood of the cloak shifted, unraveling the thick beard on the figure’s face. The moonlight made it seem as if the beard was pigmented in the shade of blue. The kind of blue that appeared iridescent, like the shades that you could only see on the most fashionable draperies made of luxurious threads or painted on the most expensive paintings.

You were too astounded by this sight that it didn’t immediately sink in to your brain what you were witnessing, until the shock finally sobered you up just enough to snap your mind into understanding what you were seeing.

The evil Bluebeard was making his rounds into town that night, ready to lurk among the unsuspecting crowd to do whatever sinister intention he had while he hid under the guise created by the dark of the night.

And you were the only one there to witness his emergence from the shadows with your very own eyes.

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🏆👑🏆👑🏆👑🏆

And Indian Cuisine is a Paradise for Gourmets 👌💙🥰

🌟 Mumbai has Changed a lot & has become almost like Any Western Capital 🌈 💒🏩

Cardinal Progress , Development & Improvement in the New Construction of the City over

the years have Transformed Mumbai into a Modern Dream City , while preserving the Indian Flavor , Traditions & Customs of the Great Indian People

💜💜💜 My Friend Suggested that

I take a Walk around the City , and at the same time look at the Sunday Darshan of the Bollywood Mega Star 🅰️🅱️

at his Jalsa House *

It was a Mind~Blowing Sight with loud Screams from the Fans 🔊 & the Main Character 🆎️ of the Event was Very Emotional & Funny

It Reminded me of a Star"s Show , like Michael Jackson ♥️ or Ricky Martin , but only in a Deaf-Mute Version , without Songs & Dances 🎶 from the Star 🔮

The Phenomenon of the Living God & the Legend of the Indian Film Industry has been Stirring up Crowds of Fans every Sunday for many years Steadily , without changes 👏

It is Commendable that the Fame , Respect & Honor of this Actor⚘do not disappear , but only multiply over the years ✅ 💯👌...

💎💎💎 And Nearby , in the same Juhu area , we Saw the Mansions of Shah Rukh Khan , Akshay Kumar , Rekha & other Celebrities ✅👀⚛

It was a wonderful Walk with Entertainment ‼️

I really Liked Mumbai 💜 & its Atmosphere now👌

💝 And Tomorrow we were Invited to a Beautiful Celebration💥🎈🎉

& Cool Party 🎶❣

I think it will be Fun & Exciting 🏆👑 💘

😇 After a Terrible Period in my Life , associated with the Loss of my Home

& Difficult Experiences , Deprivation & Stresses , Pain & Suffering ~ A Trip to Another Country ✈ , New Events , Meetings & Holidays ~ it"s like a Breath of Fresh Air & a New Birth 💯🎶

It is an unbearable Pity 💦 that the last time I was in India , I did not Meet My Best Friend , Bollywood"s SuperStar Mister Shashi Kapoor ♥️...

I am Sure &

I Know that Dearest

Shashi ji❣is My Guardian Angel 😇 , and from Heaven He Always Loves 💝 & Remembers me , Helps , Advises & Protects me from all Enemies , Evil & Misfortunes 🕉 🕉

We are Connected with him by Soul🕊, Divine Energy & Friendship Forever*

Shashi Ji ♥️ is My Closest & Dearest Friend , my Soulmate ,

my Light , Harmony , Joy & Bless🌹

Such Golden & Sincere Men with Kind , Generous & Loving Heart are a Huge Rarity in our Crazy World 🌎 💟

Shashi Ji 🌞 is a unique Diamond 💎 among all other Men , Possessing Wonderful Human Qualities , and it Pains me to Tears 💧 that I will never See or Hear his Voice live again ,

I will not be able to Hug him , and Share something Personal with him ..

This One and Only Person Close to me Remains Alive & Well for me , and his Beautiful Smile 😇💋🍓

& Sparkling Humour Light up My Life even in the most Difficult Times 🕉

♥️ SHASHI JI & ME

HELLO , MY INDIA

I Love You 💋

🕉♥️🕉♥️🕉♥️🕉

MAIN TUMSE BOHUT ZYADA PYAR KARTI HOON

Your Sonali 🐼

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onepiecereactions · 5 months ago

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24 Hours in Marineford : Grandpa ?

Note : OS 11 on 24 of the 24 Hours in Marineford compilation.

Characters involved : Garp, Dragon, Luffy.

24H00 in Marineford 11:00 am: Grandpa? Life was good in Marineford that day. As usual, the soldiers were working hard in training or to complete administrative tasks on time. Sengoku and Tsuru were developing military strategies to counter the pirates entering the New World, Akainu was mistreating his students to the point of being barely legal, Aokiji was negotiating with Sengoku's secretary to delay his official report deadline, Momonga was struggling to give a lesson to his students who seemed as brainless as fishes, and no one dared to enter Borsalino's office to find out what he was up to behind closed doors. And as usual at this time, Garp was nowhere to be found. In fact, at this point, he was no longer considered lost, they just didn't try to found him. All the soldiers of Marineford had long understood that the Hero of the Navy seemed to sink into a black hole and disappear from the face of the Earth between 11:00 and noon.

Evil tongues said that he was taking a pre-digestive nap, others that he was stuck in the toilet after the second breakfast at 10:00 am. But even if food was a subject of capital importance to the vice-admiral, no dish, no soup, no dessert could distract him from his duty at 11:00 every day. In reality, the vice-admiral locked himself not in his toilet or in his office to take a nap, but in the back of the telecommunications room of the Marine HQ.

It was easy for him to sneak behind the soldiers who were quietly doing their job without harming anyone. So he would lock himself in every day at exactly 11:00, grab a den den mushi that had no signal and was therefore untraceable, and dial two numbers he knew by heart. “Hello...” A weary voice sighed on the other end. The man already seemed tired from the conversation even though it had only just begun.

“Oh! Ungrateful! Hide your joy when your father calls you!” Monkey D Garp growled. “Yes, yes, hello. What do you want?” The leader of the revolutionary army conceded. “What size of sweater do you need ?” The father asked. “Stop sending me sweaters, I’m 53 years old and I know how to dress on the winter islands.” The revolutionary grumbled. “You’re always going to get yourself into impossible places to do completely illegal things so stop complaining and accept your father’s love before I lock you up in Impel Down.” Monkey D Garp thundered, his middle finger stuck in his nose to dislodge an annoying booger. The vice admiral heard his son sigh. “XXL.” “Perfect! And don’t forget Father’s Day next week. The other high-ranking officers keep showing off their gifts, so be a good son!” The Marine hero finished before hanging up without giving his son time to respond. He took advantage of the silence in the room to drop into a seat, pulling a bag of chips from inside his coat.

As his eyelids began to become heavy, he picked up the den den mushi and dialed the second number. His interlocutor answered on the first ring. “Grandpa! Thank you ! I have a monstrous problem!” His grandson’s jovial voice warmed his heart. “Not a problem as monstrous as my fist of love on your skull after what you just did at Enies Lobby!” “Yes, yes, believe me, it’s much worse!” The vice-admiral had a hard time understanding what could be worse than the monumental affront he had made to the World Government, but he knew that his grandson was not the brightest boy he had met… “I’m listening. I hope you're wondering how to join Marineford after all the stupid things you've done." "No, worse! Sanji, the crew's cook, he's sick! And all the other smart people on my crew too, it's just Zoro and me left, and I'm hungry!" Garp sighed. He had no doubt Luffy was his grandson when it comes to food. "Then make yourself some food. Dadan taught you back then." "Yeah, that's what I do. But Sanji took all the labels off the bottles and I don't know if the milk for cooking pasta is expired. How do I know?" Garp didn't question the use of milk for cooking pasta and continued. "You stick your nose in it. If it stinks, you don't drink it. If it doesn't smell bad, you can take it and you'll may have a surprise in three hours." The grandfather explained. “Thanks grandpa, I have to go, I’m hungry! See you tomorrow!” Garp hung up, a huge smile on his lips. This was definitely the best moment of his day.

#one piece #monkey d garp #monkey d dragon #monkey d luffy

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 10 months ago

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The Porcelain Doll secrets

Fandom: Ikemen Villain

Pairing: Elbert x July

Part of : Learning How to Love Myself Creation Challenge hosted by @venulus

Tag: Angst Hurt Comfort Body dysphoria Verbal harassment Insecurity Fluff

Word Count : 9.877

Author’s Note: A ball become an occasion for secrets to be revealed and confession to be made bringing two lovebirds closer than ever, past scars got mended and insecurities reassured with the feelings that hold their heart together bounded with love. 🥰

The doll of the title is July due to the her appearance she has often been compared to one. 🤗

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was the dark of the night in London, all the mansion’s residents were wide awake, prowling the streets to punish the evil hidden in each corner of the capital.

Everyone had a mission to accomplish in their own way.

Anyone … but me.

The palace was eerily empty that evening offering me quite a rare occasion to roam its halls undisturbed, sighing heavily I leaned against a window frame clutching between my fingers a paper I learnt by heart for as many times as I read it.

Your Honourable Earl Elbert Greetia and his fiancée are cordially invited to the ball hosted by Your Grace Duke of Winchester held on saturday of the current week in his ancestral mansion in Hyde Park.

Wishing this letter would find you well, we await your presence most eagerly.

Faithfully yours.

Lord Sebastian Redford. Duke of Winchester

I knew we should have attended, even more since my lover is a noble … but still my heart refused to yield to it.

Voices of a distant past, half memory half made-up swirled in my mind making me feel dizzy, I shook my head hoping, but in vain, to clear it, enough at least to let me reach my room, in a daze I wander around the hallways, stopping right in front of his room.

I know he had a mission but I hope he comes back soon unscathed, even though I know very well he won’t be, emotionally, wounds I would comfort him from by holding him close, brushing my fingers in his soft curls until he would feel asleep.

I let out a dreamy sigh looking back at our story, one of a kind, rolling lazily in the soft blue velvet sheets of his bed, as my eyes scanned each object we managed to collect together.

Together.

A word that I would have never thought possible between me and him when I first arrived, and that even now I find hard to believe, but my heart mad beating reveals the truth of a love too deep rooted to be forgotten.

Unlike the hateful invite whose pearlescent envelope still shines under the rays of the moonlight, discarded on his nightstand where I left it next to the spare key to his room he entrusted me with.

I never minded information gathering missions, after all that is part of my job, to deal with the most quiet and relatively peaceful part of it, since I am too sensitive to do otherwise.

The fact that bothers me the most is the hatred I have of parties, ever since I could remember even informal ones, but that night, no matter what I thought, I should have participated in that ball whether I liked it or not.

I should have been happy, even looked forward to it, too bad I feel otherwise, I knew it was just a mission, like Elbert and I had done countless times and yet I couldn’t help but feel panic rising in me at the mere prospect of participating in such an event.

Every normal girl would have been excited to join in.

But not me.

I am not normal.

Everyone my age did their best to make me understand it through countless mockery, I paid them no mind I accepted it even but deep down I saw what it truly was, the tip of the iceberg of insecurities long concealed from the entire world.

I could have given up but the mere idea of leaving Elbert alone in such a place with so many people that would have fawned over him, making him uncomfortable, was unbearable to me and so I accepted.

The week went by in a blur and before I knew it Saturday had arrived.

Little did I know that my insecurities had picked that day, of all days, to pester me and were not going to budge until I felt like a rag, exactly how they wanted.

It wasn’t certainly the first time my kindness made me end up in an awkward situation, or that my low self-esteem tortured me so, but this time I wouldn't have given up because for nothing in the world I would have let him fight his demons alone, for this I accepted to accompany him.

Too bad I soon regretted my choice, cursing that mission as I found myself in the tailor shop Liam suggested to me.

The soft velvet wrapped around me was warm, a suffocating level of smoldering for my liking, the bodice tight around my abdomen, almost painfully so, especially since my bosom looked a bit too much shown off, but I couldn't do anything about that, the bell sleeves covered my knuckles whereas the gown reached the floor, due to me being not tall enough , barely leaving out only the point of the low heeled dark teal pumps matching the empress teal color of my dress.

The only thing keeping me sane among all that mess was the stark sapphire of the golden engagement ring Elbert gifted me, the one I continue to caress to calm my racing mind trying to make peace with my heart, begging to not let my insecurities show, knowing better than to let anyone know my weakness no matter how much I trust them all.

At times I really do wonder what he sees in me, but it would be an insult to him to forget the immense affection ever present in his gestures and words showing me the depth of a love he held only for me, deep in his gentle heart, enough to tame, for a while, my doubts.

He, who could afford the very best in the world, picked me to be at his side.

He chose me above anyone else.

He wants me despite what I think of myself.

He loves me.

This alone fills my heart with a speck of courage enough to make me steer my resolve and come out of the changing room.

The first who notices me is Roger whose whistle of appreciation elicits me to be bolder, entering the spot of sun shining on the smooth parquet from the window as I swirl around myself giving Alfons and Harrison a front row seat to the show.

I do my best to feign nonchalance, feeling their gazes on me, but my voice betrays my emotions, coming out softer than how I would have liked to be.

“What do you think … of it ?”

The issue of the weird group that followed me to the seamstress is the fact that among them all the one I trust the most is Roger, whereas the other two are … well … pretty good liars.

I would have liked Liam to stay but he had a rehearsal for the following night opening spectacle and so I let him go, not desiring to ask anything knowing how much the theatre was to him.

“It’s pretty.”

His reaction was like a rain on a parade, chilling the little confidence I managed to collect back to square one, with all my inner doubts the word pretty is just what I need to hear, I look down, unable to meet Harry’s gaze any longer, adjusting my bodice as I bite my bottom lip.

I know in his head this wasn’t an insult, he just was listless since the one who dragged him along, bribing him with sweets, was Alfons, maybe the one of the three that know me better due to my relationship with Elbert.

“It looks nothing like the mannequin. I don’t know if it suits me.”

Roger was the first to talk, perceiving the bitterness from my tone, seeing past my smile straight to the hasty way my finger kept pulling the lace on my back, rolling it around my digit, in a swift move he took it in his own hand leaving it to fall on my back.

“What really matters is how you feel in it ?”

“Disappointed. It looked so beautiful but now it feels like I am only lessening whatever charm it had.”

I gaze down, unable to meet his eyes, doing my best to drown the dark thoughts swirling in my mind, but I should have known he wouldn't let it slide off, even though he always called himself egotistical it was plain clear to me how deeply kind he was past his rough facade.

He cups my face in his hand, a glimmer of concern in his deep amber eyes as he gazes at me, his voice soothing almost like he was reassuring a scared puppy doing his best to make his word get to me.

“July listen to me. All bodies are beautiful no matter the size nor age. You can do anything you like thanks to it. That is all that should matter to you.”

“You are saying … I should be happy ?”

“You should be proud of what you are always and forever.”

I know he is telling the truth, but it’s much more difficult to let it sink in ever since I always believe I'm not good enough.

“Moreover, there's nothing wrong with being different. You know the world is made of difference and different is not equivalent to ugly.”

I turn to look at Harrison, who wandered next to me, he took my hand in his, in doing so the light shine on the sapphire gem glimmering on my finger, offering me an anchor amidst the stormy sea of doubt swirling in me.

“I know Harry.”

I adjust some wrinkles on my gown, invisible to anyone, but me, offering him a strained smile, catching a glimpse of sympathy in his turquoise eyes.

“Thank you anyway for coming with me. I am sorry for wasting your time.”

“Don’t mention it, no one had anything to do and this is far more preferable than staying in the palace doing nothing anyway.”

I return the gentle squeeze of his hand on mine, looking at him with a smile, hopefully brighter than the one before, reluctantly I slide away from them, faking a composure I don’t possess as I walk toward the changing room.

As soon as I close the silk scarlet curtain behind me I place a hand above my heart beating madly in my chest, swallowing as I could all the insults echoing in my mind, clutching my other hand on the golden looking glass frame to steady myself.

I had done my best to avoid looking too much at my reflection in the mirror ever since I got changed, the same I am forced to see when my gaze jolted up at it, startled by the feeling of two hands landing on my shoulder.

“Our little robin looks upset, I wonder why.”

I am in no mood for jokes and I know he must have sensed it as I pout, my patience is growing thinner, unlike my hips despite the steel grip of the laces he wrapped tight, just like I asked of him, but he seems to care nothing of it as he continues unfazed by my glare.

“It may not seem an universal truth but a lot of girls would literally give anything to have an hourglass figure without needing a corset.”

Alfons voice coo sweetly in my ear but I know better than to believe his words, ignoring the way his hands gently tug one ribbon of my bodice and his warm breath fan over my neck as I meet his gaze in the mirror, soured by the bitter smile I offer him.

“I see you don’t trust me.”

I can’t help but frown at his words, I always knew he was pretty fickle but this was the first time he was so cruel. I know he was trying to cheer me up, but nothing anyone could do or say will sway what I think of myself.

“July of all the time you could, I would like you to trust me on this one.”

There is a shard of honesty flickering in his navy blue eyes while his gloved hands stretch closer to the nape of my neck.

“If you desire I could show you through the others' eyes.”

“Others ?”

“Even Elbert. You may feel what he sees when he looks at you.”

“But it would be an illusion.”

“Would you say it to be such a bad thing, if it improves your self-esteem ?”

“No … but I don’t want to, thank you.”

“As you wish.”

With an exaggerated gesture he takes my hand in his, placing a kiss on its back, I turn to face him only to see his dark coat, pouting as I look up at him.

“What a fierce expression on your visage. I am almost tempted to sweep you away for myself.”

“Elbert won’t be happy.”

“Would you ?”

“No. I love him.”

“You are so pure I can see why he loves you. In exchange for your honesty I will be too, for this time alone, mind you. I find this dress to be quite flattering to you. It compliments well your peculiar green-grey eyes and your raven curls.”

In so telling he brushes his thumb on my cheek before taking a strand of my hair between his fingers bringing it to his lips before leaning it back on my shoulder.

“Alfons is right, that color really suits your complexion.”

“Pale as a sheet.”

I chuckle softly looking at Roger, not missing the hint of sterness in his gaze as he sighs softly.

“Fair, with a touch of red on your lips and cheeks.”

I smile up at him, collecting enough courage to look at my reflection in the long mirror on the wall.

“Do you really think so ?”

I half-await half-dread to hear the answer, thinking his compliments to be mere lip service but I can’t deny the jolt of happiness bolting in my heart at his words.

“You really do look like a porcelain doll to me.”

I smile up at him, seeing something akin to a mirth glimmering in his amber gaze as he looks down at me.

“I am so happy to hear that. I really hope to not embarrass him.”

“I don't think he will think that of you, ever.”

“I know … is only that … I want to look pretty … at least to him, tonight.”

My voice soft, almost pleading to who or what I couldn’t really say … mayhap wishing, for once, to be enough.

“You already do or otherwise he would have not made you his fiancée.”

I look at Harry, smiling at the sight of him nonchalantly chewing on a candy, wishing his carefree attitude could rub off on me, even a little bit.

At that moment the doorbell rings, signing a new client, I turn around to look at the entrance to that private part of the shop in time to see a flash of pink walking in.

“Hello everyone.”

Liam’s bubbly attitude is enough to put me in a good mood. I turned toward him, hoping he would notice me eagerly waiting for his opinion.

I smile at the sight of his cherry blossom eyes widening with surprise as they set on me while a smile brighter than the sun appears on his lips, lightning his soft features.

“Ohhhh July you look stunning.” Giggle of happiness bubbles out from my lips as I return his warm hug, revelling in his sweet scent as he holds me close.

“Thank you Liam.” A flicker of reluctance glimmer in his gaze he pulls away, taking my hands in his.

“Ahhh I am almost envious to not be the one to accompany you tonight.”

“I will tell you anything once I get home I promise.”

“Ahh I look forward to it then. I bet you will make some heads turn too.”

With a wink he plops down on the sofa leaning back on the pillows as he smiles at me.

“Oh my, this could be quite troublesome to have two good-looking people in the same place.”

Alfons words make me laugh, strangely, managing to make me forget, be it for a little while, the weight of insecurities from my heart.

The ride toward the mansion that evening can only be described as dreadful, if not for the idly chat Alfons tried to sway my mind with, and the warmth of Elbert's hand engulfing mine.

I squeeze it in return, smiling at him, ever so thoughtful he must have sensed something was wrong since morning for he did nothing but shower me in compliments ever since I showed up for breakfast, without mentioning the passionate kiss he pulled me in after seeing me in my gown.

“I would have rather stayed home.”

“I feel the same.”

Even though I doubt we have the same reason for it.

“I don’t want to share you with anyone. Tonight especially you look even more lovely, like a star.”

I smile as he nuzzles on my shoulder, leaving a gentle kiss on my neck like an overly affectionate cat seeking his owner’s affection, a really beautiful and possessive cat obsessed with his mistress.

There is a vulnerability in his voice as he speaks, wrapping one arm around my waist as he shifts closer to me.

“You are my star, mine alone. I want you all to myself.”

“I am Elbie. I am.”

The demons in his mind seemed to quiet down as he tightened his arm around me, cooing sweetly in my ear.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He leaves an achingly tender kiss on my forehead, moving me to the core, to the point I struggle to keep at bay tears as he lifts my hand in his, kissing my finger above my ring.

Useless to say he behaves like a proper gentleman all the way, helping me get off the carriage, placing a kiss on my hand whose blush I rush to cover behind my fan, robbing me a yelp as he snuck behind it to place a kiss on my cheek, making me happy even more than words could convey.

His gaze fixed on me, gives me the confidence I needed as we walk toward the palace, my hand on his elbow, as it is proper for a couple, etiquette that didn't reach to damp the bright way I smile at the warm touch of his hand on mine, too lost in each other gaze we barely hear the chamberlain’s voice as he presents us to the hall before we make our way to the ballroom.

It was all a dream.

Then the dream shattered.

Like a mirror cracking in countless splinters shining on the sickeningly fake smile of the nobles looking down at me.

A butterfly caught by a net destined to be a specimen, that's how I feel, walking around the room under the envious eyes of the same people that make the good and bad weather in London's social season ruled by etiquette and unspoken rules, things I am not accustomed to, nor understand, like the outcast I was and always would have been.

I wish he could have stayed with me but the mission comes first and so he had to follow Alfons, I would have done anything to make him stay … but I couldn't.

I told him I would have been alright, but I knew it was a lie he must have seen through judging by his heart's spoken words.

“If you feel uncomfortable, come to me.”

“I will, don't worry.”

I assured him with a smile, but deep down I knew better than to pester him for such a silly reason. I wander for a couple of minutes around the hall but not to no avail, I have yet to catch some interesting rumors, enough to report to him anyway, the urge to run to him and hide away in a corner is strong but he is working and I couldn't possibly be so irresponsible as to leave Alfons alone.

It is already too much for me to be completely useless for this mission, leaving all the gathering information to the others, the least I could do is stay out of everyone's way and beg to fly under the radar, enough to not be bothered by any mockery.

Elbert never minded me being different then why should I ?

As this thought pops up in my mind a flicker of confidence begins to burn in my heart as I make my way toward a group of people chatting next to the buffet table when someone else caught my attention.

A grumpy woman, dressed in brown, looks down at me, before I can escape though I see her marching toward me.

It would have been a sign of being uncouth to not wait, even though something nagged at me knowing I would have regretted it, but Elbert's reputation comes first, I couldn’t make him embarrassed about me, no matter what, and so I stayed.

I am lucky enough to be with him, weird as I am, I can't disappoint him and risk him giving up on me, the mere idea makes a cold shiver run down my spine, I do my best to ignore taking a sip from my water-filled glass.

“You must be Lord Elbert's partner. I heard you were announced as such.”

“Yes, I am. It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance. ”

My words stop abruptly as she talks over me, and what comes out from her lips makes my blood freeze in my veins.

“For tonight alone I hope.”

Adding to the uncomfort of the situation are her eyes full of disdain, I don’t doubt shared by those around her.

“Why did you ask ?”

“You see, because I could never picture you as his fiancée.”

“Why not ?”

“Oh dear you are pretty I give you that but Lord Elbert is a handsome earl, a pretty coveted husband for many and you ... You can't be with him. You are not good enough for him.”

Her word hit the target, like a fist on the solar plexus it took all the air out of my lungs, set on fire by the mere act of breathing, I clutch the glass to the point of hearing my nails claw on its smooth surface, faking composure I take it to my lips, hoping the sip to calm down my nerves.

“But…”

I am ready to reply, but I was never too good at standing up for myself even more in front of such arrogant persons and so I swallow my retort along with the humiliation of feeling watched by the nobles gathered in that part of the hall.

“Oh please don't protest, it's so middle class to take any advice personally.”

She frowns looking down at me as I am the weird one, not her for insulting me as it was nothing, with a jolt of her wrist she clacked her fan open and then snapped it close, hitting it on her hand sign she has all intentions to steer the conversation where she want and nothing would have stopped her.

“You are not at the same level but I am sure that someone else will surely do, your pretty face will make some head turn I am sure. You just have to choose anyone … but not him.”

“Why are you telling me that ?”

I wonder the reason why she is being so cruel to me, but no matter how I rack over my brain nothing comes to my mind, leaving me dumbfounded and wounded by her treatment I had no reason to deserve.

“Someone has to, my dear. You are a clever girl and as such you must see that Lord Elbert is above anyone. He is a deity worthy of the very best and you, let me tell you, are a bit too peculiar for him, too eccentric, we may say. You are even friends with that actor, what is it called ?”

“Liam.”

I clench my hand in my sleeves, ready to fight off whatever distasteful insult she would throw about him.

“Yes, him. He may be a star but nothing good comes out to frequent people like that.”

“He is a great person, and a talented artist.”

I answer back, swallowing the temptation to splash my glass on her slimy face, if for nothing else to not taint Elbert’ s reputation, even though I know he would care very little I still don’t want to make me a nuisance for him.

“To a weirdo he surely is. But for the Ton he is just an entertainer. Exactly like you.”

The words stinging like vinegar on a scar, I can only look back at her wondering what I have done to her too deserves such insults.

But after all, I should have gotten used to it.

I should have expected it.

I should have … but I didn’t, and now I am paying the price for forgetting a lesson I should have, by now, learned by heart.

That I am and always would have been an outcast, foolish in believing in people's goodness, mad even in trusting them to be good to weirdos like me.

Voices from the past overlap with the ones in the present creating a hellish noise that was enough to drown out the little composure I have, making me feel dizzy.

Her face looks like a dried plum, as a slimy fake smile plasters on her lips, looking pretty smug for someone who spit vitriol at me just a moment ago.

I glare at her, defiantly and judging by the look in her gaze she didn't expect nor likes that attitude.

“If I may.”

I raise my gown in a courtesy doing my best to keep at bay the urge to flee the palace, walking till I found a quiet corner of the room, her words echoing in my head, rubbing salt on my wounds, making them bleed as I try, to no avail, to patch up, struggling to breath properly.

I hold back all evening but right now I need him, I need to be with him, to feel his warmth, to hear his voice reassuring me of his love.

But the moment I spot him my heart skips a beat, dragging along the others, as it painfully beats against my ribcage.

My throat tightens and the tears, I managed until that moment to hold in, threaten to spill on my cheek, I grit my teeth, begging to forget what I just saw, begging it to be a lie, an illusion even but Alfons is nowhere to be seen, so this must be the truth.

I feel my heart shattering, the sprintles cutting through my skin, I can only clutch my hand over my chest, the gemmed brooch printing its figure on my palm as I struggle, but in vain, to hold it together at least until I will be safe away from there.

He was talking with a girl, and I could see how pretty and graceful she was, feigning innocence as she flirted with him, an elegance I will never have, always too much and never enough for anyone, rage boiling in my veins pushing me out of that mess.

The cold air of the night is enough to freeze me but I didn't feel it as I ran toward the carriage we came with, asking the driver to bring me to Crown’s castle.

It was a lie.

All along it was all a lie.

His profession of love.

Our happiness.

I am nothing more than an object, beautiful as I could be, destined to be owned and discarded like everything he used to have in his room.

And only now I see the truth from lies.

It was a cruel way to find out I am nothing to him like he is to me.

Tears stream down my cheek hastily dried in my handkerchief, swallowing the little whimper escaping my lips, as I bend in two, anger surge in me enough to numb my heartache as we approach the castle.

Once at the palace I knock at the door, smiling wearily at the servant before dragging myself on the stairs, pushing open my door and collapsing on the floor as soon as it was closed.

The mix of sadness and rage explode as I hastily took off my dress, discarding it carelessly along my corset and socks on the floor, tearing away my accessories I slam on the vanity, sliding my large velvet nightgown over my undergarments, not desiring to look at my body any longer than I already have.

The mirror on the wall stares mockinly at me.

I don’t even need to look at him to ask my question.

-Mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all ?

-Not certainly you, stupid girl. Take a good look at yourself.

His answer is harsher and more cruel than what I expected, but nothing I haven’t already told myself.

I take a sheet from the wardrobe covering him with it, even though his words echo in my mind, another page in the list of insults and tease written in my mind the same that came back to the surface to torture my gullible heart.

In any case I am more than sure he didn’t notice me anyway, taken as he was in the conversation. I know he was just gathering information but my jealousy made all that appear much more malicious than how it was and yet I can’t do anything to banish it.

Especially at the thought he had now found something much more beautiful to cling to.

The mere idea take away all my energy pushing me to plop down wearily on the bed, hot tears stream down my cheek as I drown my sobs in a pillow, my hand clench on the sheets as I do my best to breath regularly but struggling to do so, I stretch my trembling fingers to take something from my nightstand but clumsy pushing it off.

A little porcelain doll he gifted saying he reminded him of me.

A shriek of agony left my lips at the sight of the doll rolled on the carpet, looking like her strings has been cut, even her lips seems to be curled in a melancholic pout feeling alone away from his lover, whose doll still stood on the nightstand leaned back against the night lamp with a forlorn frown on his lips.

Exactly as I feel now that he gave up on me.

Another batch of fresh tears swell in my eyes, blurring my vision until the only thing I can see is the faint glimmer of the ring I hadn't the heart to take off.

There is no way he could love me.

There should have never been anything between us, maybe if there wasn't I wouldn't have suffered so much over a love that mayhap was never destined to be.

What silly dreams did I have ?

What I thought I was ?

My body is a jumbled mess of softness not attractive to anyone, my weirdness clear in anything I do or say, nor noble, nor accustomed to elegance, not an ounce of beauty in me.

Foolish my heart to think that a deity, who could have had the world at his fingertip, would have settled for someone so low, a mere worshipper not worthy even to tie his shoes let alone be by his side, as equal.

Folly of love my gullible heart brought me to trust in, and only now I see that it was all along a dream wished on a shooting star, fleeting and unreal as only a love like ours could be.

On top of all that I had embarrassed him, exactly like I didn't want to, making him the laughing stock of the nobility since his fiancée had the courtesy to leave the ball without telling anyone, nor even the host.

A lump stuck in my throat at the picture of him being disappointed in me, so much I almost could hear his voice, the same I love so much, telling me he can’t be with me because of his tarnished reputation, affirming he deem me to be not beautiful enough anymore.

I clench the fabric of the pillow, biting on it to muffle the sobs as tears continue to soak it, only one to know the depth of my heartbreak knowing far too well he won’t come to me to repair it, pouring love between each crack like he used to, not now that he has finally see me for what I truly am, a mere servant not certainly a princess, trapped in a tower by a dragon no one will come to defeat to rescue me.

The bitterness of this statement takes my breath away, torment broken only by the knock at the door. I whip to look at it hastily drying my face with the back of my hand, swallowing my sobs in a soft sigh I hope he didn’t hear.

“July are you there ?”

There is a frantic tone in his voice enough to make my heart tug in two at the idea he had come to me, despite what I thought. The charming prince coming to the rescue of his princess, a romantic trope I can’t help but feel my heart swell with warmth for, knowing he didn’t fully give up on me. Not yet. Still not even that adding it’s enough to snuff out the flame of affection telling me he came out of his love for me.

I bite my bottom lip as I fight the urge to answer him, hoping he will go away, not desiring to impose myself on him even more than I already do.

“July please answer me. Are you there ?”

I hear panic setting in his usual monotone voice, I really am the worst kind of girl making him worry so much over a nothingness like me, I feel guilty about the state I put him in. I know that if I don’t answer he probably will wake up the entire mansion making them prowl the streets of London fearing I have been kidnapped.

I sigh heavily, steeling my resolve, my voice coming out at least but so soft I doubt he heard it.

“Yes.”

Yet he heard, he listened to me as he always did.

“Open me.”

His request though is one I can’t allow no matter how much I love him, he hasn’t to see that pathetic show I am doing of myself exposing so shamefully my weakness and scars.

Truth to be told, the reason why I don't want him to see me is that I am afraid.

I have learnt at a high price to not show any weakness. Pretend, smile, nod, be polite and everyone will stop at the facade, not desiring to see where the truth lies, no one will mock you for who you are.

“I can't.”

“Please.”

His pleading tone is like a poisoned apple sanking in my throat, fueling the mad desire to be with him to ease the pain clawing his kind heart.

“I can't … please Lord Elbert … go away.”

My voice grows wobbly, cracking under the weight of emotions breaking the dam in my heart as they spill on my cheeks dripping over my words as I beg him to do something I deem the only one right to be.

The sound of his steps fade away on the carpet stinge my heart like an ice dagger … but I have no time to wallow in my thoughts because one moment later the metallic noise of the lock being played with takes me out of my reveries.

“I beg you … go away.”

I am too weak to keep fighting his stubbornness, underestimating once more the weight of the love he has for me, the same steer determination that pushed him to acquire greedily anything he deemed beautiful is now settled on me, and I don’t know if I am mad, and honestly I cared little, but I liked seeing him so clingy, even obsessed, with me.

“I beg you to let me in.”

He must have perceived something in my lack of answer, mayhaps hearing my heavy sighs, because he frets over to add in a much stronger tone that I know to be unable to reason with.

“I won't leave you nor until you open. I am sorry but I won't go away.”

I sit down on the bed, trying to adjust the sheets as I could in case he would have used his spare key to enter my room, even though I knew him to be too respectful to force him in even if he could.

“I care about you.”

The aching desperation in his voice is enough to make me get up, in a rush I ran to refresh my face in the sink, hoping to look normal enough, even though I know my red eyes and pale cheeks would have betrayed me, sighing softly as I open the door.

“I am fine as you can see, now you can go away.”

I see in his eyes how my dismissive answer wounded him, but I really can’t bother him with my foolish doubts, especially since I am sure he has far more important things to do than squander his time on me anyway.

“This isn’t fine to me.”

His eyes became dark with something akin to anger, dripping on the frown curling his lips, before I could close the door though he slid inside.

“I am sorry for intruding but I can't leave you alone. Not now.”

“Why not ? You have no reason not to.”

I am touched by his affection I really am, but I hope from the bottom of my heart he hasn’t come all the way to say he want to give up on me, but luckily my doubt are immediately brushed off at the sight of the confusion glimmering in his gaze as he looks down at me, his tone matter of fact as he asks.

“Why should I ?”

“At the ball … I embarrassed you.”

I sink my upper teeth in my bottom lip waiting with bated breath for the disgust I foresaw coming from him … but in its place I see nothing of the likes, only a quizzical expression in his light blue eyes as he tilted his head to a side.

“How so ?”

The clouds in the sky decided that moment to move away letting the dim light of the crescent moon shine on his golden hair, making him appear even more the deity he is, beautiful as he always was and as much unreachable, for someone like me.

“I went away before you.”

I slide my thumb on my ring, caring nothing for the light prickle of the gem scratching my skin, unable to meet his gaze, for fear of seeing his disappointment I keep my eyes fixed on the mess of clothes on the floor.

“I noticed.”

His words hit like lightning in a summer storm. I snap my head up to look at him, meeting his concerned gaze.

“You ... did ?”

“Of course I did. I was about to come to you when I saw you fleeing away.”

“But that girl …”

He is too clever for his own good, there is no way he missed the hint of bitterness in my tone as a frown curl involuntarily my lips while I grit my teeth doing my best to keep at bay tears from spilling out and ruin the little composure I have.

“The one I was taking information from ?”

The detached way he talks about her puts at ease the hint of jealousy gnawing in my mind, I unclench my jaw enough to put my tongue to use as I answer.

“Yes, her.”

“It was Alfons’ doing. I doubt she would have talked otherwise. She thought she was talking with one of his accomplices.”

The pleading tone in his voice as he looks up at me, waiting patiently for me to speak, if I was comfortable doing it, nor judging nor chiding me, put me at ease pushing me to confide in him.

“July, tell me the truth, why did you leave the ball all alone ?”

“It was because of a woman, she started teasing me and since everyone surely agreed with her I thought it was better to go away and let you work.”

By the time I finished, tears were already pricking at the corner of my eyes, the memory of her harsh words and mocking smile still fresh in my mind, I sniffled to keep my composure, or a resemblance of, in front of him.

“I figured as much. That’s why I stepped in her shadow.”

I am taken aback by his statement, all along he knew and yet he made me say it in my own words to see if I trusted him enough to, fool I was to think he wouldn’t have noticed it, mad even to think to keep it to myself rather than talk to him, ever able to placate the storm of doubts swirling in me.

“You did ?”

“Of course I did. No one offends my fiancée and gets away with it. No one.”

I am baffled by his behaviour, nor that it displease me, nor surprise after all he can be quite protective of the things he loves, me above all, but I can’t help but be worried about him, I certainly don’t want him to become an outcast among nobles even though it never mattered to him I don’t want him to suffer even more by the hands of anyone.

“But Elbie, she is a noble. Aren't you afraid it’s gonna have repercussions on your reputation ?”

“She is only a baroness. Even if it has, I couldn't care less. She had no right to treat you this way. No one has.”

There is anger burning in his gaze, a threat in his smile as his words sound like a snarl quieted down only by the surprise my confession provokes in him.

“She is right.”

“No.”

His tone leaves little space for a reply, I perceive his determination and I know that when he is like that nothing will sway his mind nor heart, but my demons aren’t so easy to placate.

“She is right, Elbert. I have nothing to give you, I am not worth fighting for. You can afford so much better.”

Words that tormented me ever since I got with him finally slip out, enveloped in vitriol and bitterness so much I have an hard time recognizing them as mine, bleeding out from scars never healed of insecurities and anxieties freely lashed out on my sensitive and gullible heart, creating a reality from an illusion supported by the ever present mocking stares of the mirror on the wall, laughing back at me each dress I wore, each question I asked, whose cruel answers echoed in my mind wrapping it in his lies.

“How can I afford better when the best is already in front of me ?”

He cups my face in his hand brushing his thumb gently on my cheek catching the last tears flowing from my eyelashes as they were the most precious dews’ gems he had ever collected.

“July. You are the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me.”

His words are all what I always dreamed of hearing, piercing into my core with their tenderness, their light shining through the cracks on my walls as they begin to crumble down before his love, lowering my guard for him and him alone, wholeheartedly placing my trust in him.

“Don’t lie to me. Please don’t.”

My mind and heart are at fight with one another I struggle to keep them quiet as I gaze at him, looking into his eyes to try to see any sign of his honesty or lack of thereof, but what I saw there it’s only the deep earnestness of a pure, kind heart that loves me above anything.

“I could never, ever lie to you.”

A light smile curls my lips at the gentle plea in his eyes as he looks up at me before sliding to nuzzle softly in my neck, tightening his arms around my waist, moved by his words I slide my arms around his head, bringing him even closer in my bosom, revelling in the ticklish sensation of his locks prickling the sensitive skin of my cleavage.

“Please trust me.”

The same breasts that so often dried his tears and offered him comfort when he needed the most were now the object of my loathsome stare and shame. I really am a fool if I can look at them that so many times managed to make him happy with such hatred.

He must have perceived the doubts still swirling in me because one moment later he kneel on the carpet from where he presses his face into my soft tummy, that he so often used as a pillow with his arms wrapped around me and my fingers brushing in his locks lulling him to sweet dreams.

He raises his head to look at me through misty eyes, his lips trembling slightly as his arms tightened around my legs.

“I love you.”

A strained smile on my lips, tears in my eyes spill on my cheeks as my fingers find their way to brush in his soft locks.

“I love you too.”

I cup his face in my hand, smiling at the endearing way he leans his cheek on my palm craving affection, yearning for love as he always did and now finally obtained with me and I would be so cruel to give up on him all due to my doubts when he had never gave up on loving me no matter how weird I am.

After a while he raises once more to his feet only to take my hand in his, squeezing it gently as he cradles my face in his soft hand, the tenderness in his gaze moving me to the core as his thumb gently brushes over my cheek.

“Am I beautiful ... to you ?”

My voice betrays my heartbreak, all my insecurities collected in that single question, I feel my eyes get misty once more but I refuse to bend over to them, looking straight into his gaze, bright with resolution warmed by love.

“Yes. The fairest of them all.”

His honesty brush away my anxiety, glimmering in his light blue eyes, captivating me to gaze at him as the last stone of my walls crumble down and the sun of his affection manage to shine through turning the once thorn-maze in a dazzling garden, pouring love in each and every scar where once there was doubt.

At least I feel my lips curl in a smile, as a single tear rolls down my cheek followed by many more, a flood of emotions I found hard to contain until he captures my lips in a delicious, sweet kiss.

The saltiness of tears mix together with the stickiness of my lipstick, as the strong aroma of champagne melts with the smooth texture of water, still fresh on my tongue.

Reluctantly he pulls away, keeping me close wrapping one arm around my waist, his fingers curling possessively on my hips, his hard chest moulds in my soft bosom as he cradles my face in his hand.

“I love you July to madness. I desire to keep you all to myself to cherish and make you happy. I can’t bear the idea of anyone even remotely hurting you.”

“I love you too, Elbert, so very much. I am crazy over you and nothing will make me smile more than seeing you happy.”

“I am happy only when I am with you. I love you as nothing I ever owned. I am a mess but you still loved me, it’s I who don’t deserve your love.”

“Please don’t say that.”

I lean my trembling fingers to brush over his lips, melting at the sight of it curling to leave a kiss on them.

“Do you still love me ?”

“It could not be otherwise. Never.”

Reluctantly he pulls away, sitting me on the bed like his personal porcelain doll he lean me back against the pillows as he kneel once more on the floor his ever graceful fingers stretched to take the doll from the carpet, brushing off the dust from her clothes as he hand it over to me. I take it to my chest, hugging her with a smile, happy to see she hasn’t broken despite my clumsiness, before placing her next to the doll of a prince, a gift I made him to keep her company.

The fairytale scene on my nightstand was complete once more, the couple of dolls that looked like us, sat side by side, smiled happily as they held hands, their love destined to be exactly like ours.

I focus my gaze on him, smiling back at me from his place on the bed, a light playful smirk adorn his lips as his gaze set on something on the floor his elegant digits reach to take, in the pale moonlight I see the object glimmering, he offers me no explanation though as he opens it, making its bold scarlet color shine outside its golden shell only then I recognize it as being my lipstick.

His voice is laced with a hint of obsession murking his gaze as he looks down at me, a facet of him I didn't pull away from, ready to embrace and love him as he is exactly like he always did for me.

“It seems my proof of love needs improvement since my kisses aren't enough.”

His movements are swift and precise as I never could have guessed, almost as he was used to it, scarred from a troublesome past he had spent being anyone's beauty doll, one he has broken free from I am happy to think, partially, because of me.

That thought alone warmed my heart as nothing ever could.

He put a spell on me, bewitching me to stare at him, shining bright like a charming prince.

My prince charming.

The same that galloped a horse all through the night to get to the palace before the carriage ever could, a secret his peculiar scent told me of before he even had a chance to. The idea that he spared no effort for me proof enough of his love to quiet the doubts in my mind.

I am mesmerized by the sight of him, his white and blue clothes sticking to his skin, his delicate red lips curled in a smile, his soft blonde locks shining under the warm light of the lamp and his calm yet passionate sea blue eyes, he is the very portrait of a cherubian.

Mine and mine alone.

His greediness must have rubbed off on me but I don’t mind, I see it as a proof of the unconditional love and deep devotion we feel for one another.

He leans me against the pillows, raising my nightgown enough to lower the upper hem of my drawers. There is softness in his fingers where once there was only skin and bones, due to his habit to regularly eat alongside me, spurred by the meals I cook him as he told me himself, the memory of his honest confession makes me smile, warming me to the core.

My gaze glue to him as I feel his warm lips pepper wet kisses all over my belly, nibbling and sucking on my skin, kneading and moulding the soft flesh in its wake, brushing his fingers on my hips, tracing with his tongue each stretch mark, with his lips each mole, smiling up at me as he prop his chin on it looking up at me as I am was the most precious treasure in all the world … and I knew that to him I am.

He robs me of my coherent thoughts as his fingers make their way toward my plan abdomen, tickling it, making me dizzy from pleasure and happiness at the sweetness in his voice as he bestows professions of love on my body enough to reach my heart, flooding it with warmth.

“My Princess.”

A kiss of utmost devotion above my belly button, followed by a delicious sweet one at the center of my abdomen.

“My Queen.”

“My cherished treasure.”

A soft brush of his lips placed gently on the upper part of my right breast followed by a tender one on my left.

“My precious doll.”

Hesitancy in his features as he looks up at me, his finger hover above my bosom, not daring to touch despite his eagerness to, gently I cup his hand in mine placing it flat on my chest, giving him permission to do anything he likes to me.

A light groan escape from his lips as he unbuttons my nightgown leaving me in nothing but my drawers and my regency corset, I sigh dreamily as the fresh air of the evening brush over the naked parts of my body, but the smoldering gaze he looks at me with is enough to make my heart race wildly in my chest keeping me warmer than the even the sun ever could.

I see him fiddle with the lace, I could stop him but I don’t want to and so I let him, a moan escapes my lips as he tugs at the ribbon holding it close with his teeth, enough to open it just a little bit, an erotic view I don’t have in me to look away.

I bathe a little longer in the lust lidded gaze he looks at me with as he lick his upper lip, smirking as he bends over me to take one of my breasts in his capable hand, caressing and molding it as he pleases, placing a kiss on its upper part, brushing his thumb on my nipple above the fabric, perking under his touch robbing a moan of pleasure from my lips at the relentless combination of kisses and massages as he gently switch his focus to the other one, leaving a trail of red kisses over my fair skin.

At last he looks up at me with so much devotion to have me in tears as he presses a reverent kiss between my breasts, filling my heart with his love.

“My love.”

“My one and only love.”

In an instant he raise to tower over me only to melt his lips on mine in a delicious kiss I welcome arching under him, feeling the soft sigh of pleasure escaping his lips as I push my hips against his, swallowing my moans as he wrap his tongue with mine, letting him lead that sinful dance of passion as our bodies move in sync alike our heartbeats bounded by unwavering and unconditional love.

Reluctantly he pulls away looking into my eyes, the same gaze I love so much now dark with lust and possession the same I welcome with open arms as he wraps me in his embrace, holding me close so much I can feel his warmth, nuzzling his head on my bosom, purring in delight as he looks up at me, his eyes overflowing with love enough to make my heart swell with affection at the endearing sight.

“I love you July only you. You are my precious treasure, my one and only cherished doll.”

“I love you Elbert so very much.”

There is a raw plea in his voice as he lean his face on my breasts gazing up at me.

“Please don’t leave me. I really do love you. You are the only one for me.”

“I won't now nor ever.”

A carefree smile curls his lips as he sits on the bed, only to leave an achingly tender kiss on my forehead before tightening his arm around me as we lean back against the pillows.

“I love you as you are, don’t change.”

“I won’t. For you I won’t.”

I murmur caressing his cheeks with my fingers, brushing some golden lock away from his face enough to gaze straight into the clear warm blue sea of his eyes.

“Please don’t give up on me.”

The shameless words of a weakling I managed to hold in until now come tumbling off my lips, so much I hope he hasn’t heard them … but he is certainly no fool like I was for thinking so.

“I would never July, ever, for nothing in the whole world I love more than you. I assure you.”

His warm fingers caress tenderly the apple of my cheek as he brushes his nose against mine, smiling at the sound of my carefree giggles.

There is a strange vulnerability in his gaze, shadowed by his long eyelashes, latching onto his words as he speaks, reminding me once more of how sensitive and yet strong he is at once.

“Will you do the same for me ?”

At least he raises his pleading eyes to meet mine, while his fingers on my waist tighten their grip almost as if he is scared I would give up on him, as if I ever could, an anxiety that pestered me too from time to time but that he always managed to brush away like I have done with his.

“Of course Elbie. I could never, ever no matter what.”

The sun returns to his gorgeous blue eyes as he gifts me a tender smile, so bright and happy to captivate me enough to reach and melt my lips on his, welcoming the gentle way he deepened the kiss, holding me close as he ravages my mouth with his tongue before entwining it with mine.

A kiss he breaks off reluctantly, leaning his forehead to mine as we avidly breathe the air in the little space between our lips, until he pulls back enough to wrap his arms around me leaving an achingly gentle kiss on my hair.

Some of my doubts could come back sometimes but I know that every time he will be there to chase away their clouds with the warm, smouldering light of his love.

I sigh softly in his embrace giggling as I feel his hands curl on my waist gripping me tightly, I nuzzle in his chest brushing my lips on his heart, revelling in the light chuckle escaping from his lips, eager to see more I look up at him purring softly at the gentle caress of his fingers on my cheeks admiring the tender expression in his light blue eyes crinkling with affection as I playfully smack a kiss on his cheeks gazing at him with a smile, mirrored by his own graceful lips as he hold me against him, enveloped in the warmth of the blankets we are cocooned in, less smouldering perhaps than the emotion burning in our hearts bounded inextricably together with love.

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