#Harsh Language

[bts-0t-7]

Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 1

Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader 

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

WC: 2932

The history of the fae and nymphs - elements that used to live together harmoniously. Like the primary and secondary elements of life and magic, the love between faes and nymphs was sacred - so sacred that only royals had the right to arrange a marriage between their children. 

But hundreds of centuries later, amongst the roots of enmity that were fueled by old grudges and misunderstandings, blew out of proportion and affected many citizens. 

The dark history between them that started was marked by blood in the ledger books. The first is The Great Rift. The conflicts between faes and nymphs are often referred to in this phrase as the powerful fae kingdom taking lands that were traditionally inhabited by the nymphs. Territorial dispute ignited much hostility and opposition. This therefore caused the lack of resources. Both mystical beings relied on the same natural elements to thrive from the magical essence in their forests. 

And within these battles of dominance grew something more than just territory but also magical supremacy. Each mystical being possesses its own unique and elemental powers. As the war grew to a larger scale, betrayals were not able to be prevented. A web of alliances and betrayals intermingle with the supernatural races while leading to mutual distrust. 

The history was marred by not one, not two, but five different wars at different times. Both sides inflicted much suffering on the other. The wars led to untold loss with neither willing to yield. The main lasting repercussions come in, especially in the revised laws that were enacted to prevent any form of interaction or alliance between fae and nymph. Love between individuals of two races was seen as a dangerous threat to the stability of their respective societies.

The history was written in blood and the older generation of both races have a hard time letting go of their prejudices. 

And here lies the snowstorm. 

In the middle of the forest, where the snow blasts down like little chilling knives slicing through your skin and a good three feet of snow -

Your kind were the ice nymphs, once the royal family, now stripped of your title and an outcast amongst your kind. Where the fae folk thrived, you ventured - away from the place you once called home, now a barren room barely the size of a storage room. The scars of the Cold War between the nymphs still lingered, leaving the kingdom in the easy grip of the Lyrin fae.

You kind - the ice nymphs - were rare to come about, each one of your veins flows with the power of winter. In the lores, your kind was told to have a beauty that was like a fragile kind of enchantment, with hair as pale as frost, and skin as delicate as the first snowfall. 

There were only a few times that you have looked in the mirror - countable with five fingers. After your family was stripped of their title, with you accordingly, life was never the same. Your people, with no place to go, lost trust and justice in you. 

Desperation drove her journey as she yearned to escape the dark shadow of your people’s fall that hung over her head like a knife over the bed. Even with the ice in your veins, that winter night, when the biting frost finally embraced you and hunger gnawed at your core, your strength failed. You had pushed yourself as far as you could but as the sun dipped below the horizon, your body could no longer hold you up, giving in to your exhaustion and malnutrition. 

Lying beneath the icy canopy, you were a fragile, half-dead being that is an easy hunt for food for predators living around the area. Your eyes swerved back, trying to calculate how far you might have to go back for shelter. But you didn’t know. 

You had walked without a direction, lost in the depths of the Lyrin forest. Frostbites numbed your limbs and your brain was moving slower from the exhuation. But there it was, amidst the unforgiving cold and darkness, you sensed a presence stirring. 

Your hazed hearing registered the crunch of footsteps in the snow as your blurry vision sent your brain to somebody standing next to you. Your eyes roll around until you have a clearer picture of who it is. A man with dark hair, brown eyes, and plush lips, dressed in regal attire with a crest of the fae kingdom. Lyrin was one of the biggest fae kingdoms and everybody knows their crests. After all, it was them who led the battles many years ago. It was them that inflicted the harm and loss on your people. It was them that had killed the ruling family back then. 

Your family. 

But he wasn’t the one who took the action. No, he was almost as old as you were and then, the both of you were barely kids. 

Prince Jimin, they called him. 

The golden sunlight. 

The crown of Lyrin weighed heavily on his shoulders. He knew the crowning ceremony would be soon, and this winter, he wanted to let go and be just a man until he could no longer. Once he takes over the throne from his father, his duty to serve his country is solely on his shoulders. There was much to do and many things he would like to change, but even as king, these little ideas - as his father likes to call them - had to go through the council. 

And Jimin knows that the old hags would never approve of it. 

It went beyond the revised edition of the old laws. 

To reconcile with the nymphs. 

Jiminhad ventured into the forest today, going around with no direction, guided purely by an inexplicable force. The kingdom, although a realm of enchantment, was deeply tainted by the darkness of its past. If all was silent enough, one could still hear the shrieks and cries of the souls. The darkness had bred a strong sense of hatred and fear between faes and nymphs. Their mating was now an old tale of forbidden love - a story buried deep in history. 

As he ventured further into the woods, he stumbled upon the nymph, your frail form half-buried in the snow. Your beauty, even in your weak state, took the breath right out of his lungs. He recognized you as a nymph with your small frame and pale, white hair. But it wasn’t completely white. It shone like the silvers of the moonlight when light reflected off it. 

But it was when he moved to pick you up that he saw your family’s sigil, now faded from royal to common, that told him - you were no ordinary nymph. As his arms went under the ice, you stirred slightly at the movement. As you opened her eyes, he was completely taken aback by the sheer blue shade of your pupils. 

Even with one foot into the Underworld, you looked ethereal to him. Jimin was snapped out of his daze when your frostbitten lips whispered a plea for help. In that moment, all history and hatred were forgotten. With fae swiftness, he scooped your fragile state - lighter than air - into his arms and covered you with his coat. 

Determined to save her, he summoned a warm breeze that melted the frost from your body and sealed you in a cocoon of warmth. Jimin only dared to start running faster to his horse when colour slowly came back to your lips. Ensuring that you were safely tucked in his arms, Jimin ran back to the castle, fighting against death who wanted to take the girl in his arms. 

As days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. The little nymph’s life continued to hang in the balance and Jimin was a mess. He made every doctor attend to you, pacing around the bedroom day and night. He had caused an uproar in the kingdom when they found out that their crown prince had brought back a nymph - even more than this one that was from the late royal family - and was nursing her back to health. 

His father had threatened to strip him of his title if he did not abandon you. But he could not do it. So it started the feud between father and son, neither backing down. Jimin understood that his late grandfather and his father had a feud among the nymphs, had been the ones who executed them and had been the ones to fight at the front lines. They were the ones who brought Lyrin to what it is today - expanded. But as Jimin studied the history of both parties, he felt a certain connection to the nymphs. 

He did not want to be a ruler where their mystical counterparts would be afraid of them. He did not want to be a ruler like his father - ruling by fear from an iron fist. 

While doctors attended to you, Jimin watched them with sharp eyes, ensuring that none of the doctors would slip anything into your bloodstream. When nothing helped and your state was only getting worse, Jimin grew more and more anxious. He had sifted through books and hunted down the Old Scripts.

He learned that your name was L/N Y/N, the youngest of the last ruling family. Your father had been killed in the war, your mother led you and your siblings to safety but soon after passed due to the broken mate bond. Your siblings were either caught by his father’s cavalry or died of starvation, leaving only you. Your records were still in the kingdom, seemingly down till two days before he met you. That means that you were active in your own kingdom, at your people’s mercy until you left.

He looked back at where you lay still on the bed. 

And if he didn’t find you, you would have probably been dead by now. 

You woke up to the warmth and luxury of a place you had only dreamed of. Your body was still weak and you didn’t know what happened after passing out. Slowly rising to consciousness, you found yourself in a room of blue and white, drapes swinging in the wind. But you registered that the windows weren’t open and the room was cold like… ice?

Winter may be the season but no room was made to stay cold unless the elements of the magicians’ are meant to stay cold. 

Like you.

You curled your fingertips, feeling the soft, silky sheets beneath them. Trying to view the room from your current position - lying flat on the bed with a head that feels as heavy as bricks - you were taken aback by the sheer language it screams. 

Royalty. 

From the materials beneath your body to the furniture displayed, the decorations and architecture of the room, they were all beyond your imagination. You had not stepped into such a room since the battle. As you looked around, you realised the room was not originally made to stay cold. The fireplace seemed to be covered in a layer of dust but the decorations on them were clean. 

And although you knew that this was not your room, the calming temperature felt just like home. But you had not been in a room like this for a very long time. Distantly, you heard the opening and closing of a door. Your eyes immediately shot in the direction of the sound just to find a man already standing beside the bed. 

You were immediately broken out of your thoughts when you realised who it was and where exactly you were. You did not need to open the windows to know - you were on enemy territory. The rulers who killed your family. The rulers who brought demise onto your people. 

But looking at the man, clad in a loose tunic and pants, dark brown hair ruffled in all directions, you couldn’t find yourself to hate him. Even as you knew that he shared the purest blood with the murderer, you knew that he… was just like you. 

A family’s misdoings do not mean a child’s downfall. 

One’s choice does not equal the choice of another. 

You sink deeper into the sheets, holding in your sigh as you close your eyes. 

“Oh!” Your eyes shot open to see the man right in front of you. “Oh, you’re awake! Oh, finally! Wait - wait - let me call the physicians!”

Your brain couldn’t register his words fast enough before you saw his body move so fast it was just a blurry shade running down the stairs. Or maybe it was just your vision that was a little crusty. Rubbing your eyes as you yawned, you got up from the bed. You wouldn’t like to overstay your stay, especially not in a place where your head was on a bounty. 

You had left your kingdom only to be stuck in another. 

Sighing, you looked down to your feet -

Your arms shot to cover your already clothed body. Wait, wait, wait - 

Your hands patted yourself down. You - 

You were changed. 

Your plan to secretly escape was a fail the moment your ears picked up the sound of multiple heavy footsteps coming towards the room. The large doors were banged open, revealing a line of physicians behind the prince. 

“There! There! I told you, she is awake!”

Squinting at the all-to-cheerful sound that the prince makes, the palm of your hands pressed against your ears. 

“Careful, Prince. The Lady just woke up, her senses will be sensitive. You must lower your volume, Prince.”

Sheepish eyes shot at you, a guilty smile lifting the corners of his lips. The physicians fussed you back to bed and ran a thorough check of you, reporting back to the prince whenever they found something. Whether it was something healing or something that needs healing. Over the next few weeks, you realise how persistent and petty the prince can get. 

He would refuse you bites of food if you were to call him by his royal title. He would refuse to help you up from bed, just standing at the corner of the bedpost when you need the restroom, always claiming, “If you aren’t going to help yourself, you don’t get to do your business.”

But you also realise how much he has gone through. As the only child, he was meant to take the throne a couple of weeks before he found you. But he had caused a huge uprising and a big fight with his father. When you were sneaking out one of the nights, Jimin found you during his nightly duties of patrol and whisked you back to the room. 

Although you had left with the intention of Jimin’s life getting back to normal, he has increased your security so that you won’t have much of a chance to run away again. 

Keyword: much. 

You still had your chances and when that came, you took it. You had everything packed and ready, but this time, you left with a note at the bedside table, paired together with a magic-infused healing charm for the man. 

Safe to say, it was a bad idea. 

You knew it was the moment you penned down your goodbyes and gave him the charm. But you didn’t have much on you to give him for thanks other than the occasional swirls of magic in his office. 

Yes, it was a horrible idea - of course it was! You were caught - again. 

This time, Jimin didn’t just leave you back in the room. He was silent the whole time after he found you. The ride back, up the stairs, and even after the both of you entered the room. You saw the note on the bed. 

Jimin’s back was to you. 

“Why - Why would you think that?”

You were taken aback by the tears that streamed down his plum cheeks that you had teasingly squished the past few weeks. Looking down at the note, you felt a pang of… sorrow.

A sorrow that wasn’t yours. It shouldn’t be. “Because it is against the laws.”

“I do not care what the laws claim!”

“I am nobody, Prince. You have a duty to serve your kingdom and its people. I am a princess, stripped of my title, belonging to the very kingdom your father and his father killed through. The very princess that they couldn’t care less before killing off my father on the battlefield.” He couldn’t be yours. He was a prince, deserving of one better than a bond that was looked down upon. 

“My ancestors can go suck their dicks.”

You pulled a face at the crude language. You knew that he would be insisting - you found out that much about him - and you prepared yourself for a situation like this. But your resolve was already crumbling. 

“Prince -”

“Stop, stop! I am yours! Please - I beg of you - stop calling me by my title.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “You are more than your titles. But you are also the light of your people. The only heir to the throne and you will not shove it away just because we are bonded. I refuse.”

“I will lay the world down on your feet for you, please. Do not leave me.” His cries hurt you more than knives and ropes splitting your skin raw. 

“My world is not one you can provide.”

My world is you. 

But you wouldn’t dare say that as you turned your back to him and walked out of the castle, following your original plan in mind.

[rasmot-corner]

Just because it’s “foul” or “harsh” doesn’t mean it isn’t a word. All language, even harsh, is language. It just cuts the formalities and gets right into it.

[i-c-u-p]

Where the fuck is the post i just made you stupid sultry bitch

[wanderrealms]

I feel like Frosttouch ends up trying to solve other villains, and the MC's problems, and comforting them quite often. At least in the calmer moments.

It makes sense since he is trying to build a family, but the material he's working with is challenging. Greystreak (another villain) he just calls "a worm doomed feast on rot in the shadows where all scorned are cast to wallow" if he doesn't get his act together.

[luna-loveboop]

I love Malon.

She sees a face she likes

And she grabs it

It's a love language! She grabs the faces she likes. There's so many times it happened- like every time she was showing affection.

To anyone

Of any species

If you are near Malon and she likes your face it will be grabbed, sorry

She's gonna be such a great mother

Time is not immune, as her husband he signed up for it

Art and comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse au!

[electronicmail]

have you drawn superman before? i know you’ve made at least one edit of him and all that but i was curious if you draw em cause i don’t recall seeing him in any of the sketches you posted in the past

sure i drew him in my notes the other day

[glossoholicc]

"Relate"

[inchidentally]

like if it hadn't been for the amount of teammate solidarity from landoscar today even I wouldn't have bothered to notice this buttt

I zoomed in on Oscar from this video of the cool down room bc I'd assumed like the caption that Oscar was giggling too but !!

mans looked pissed and didn't laugh with Carlos and George at all until George said "ahhh we shouldn't laugh" and at that point he does a smile but it slips off pretty fast and he does that little huff and goes back to being tired

like the earnest and loyal young teammate who's also gradually becoming friend to Lando, puffing up in outrage on his behalf

vs the older brothers/longtime friends to Lando who have a chuckle over that moment the same way he does with them when he's in their position

idk it's just so unbearably cute how Oscar's loyalty to Lando and him wanting to join in with the big boys play out but the loyalty to Lando winning just like how he chose not to hold his own trophy the way he and Lando usually do in the post race video bc that would be rubbing it in too much ;__;

[shitpostingkats]

Riz Gukgak and his bloody hands

SUCH a metal visual and motif. Kalina, Baron, they tease him for it, they twist it into one of his worst qualities, just as they belittle that he his heart, leverage his fear that he cannot love anyone enough.

Riz Gukgak loves. He will claw himself to shreds on love. He will dig through reality, lacerating himself on crystal, just to help his childhood friend. He will hiss at the devil, he will bite out eyes, he will do anything to help his friends feel safe. He will attempt to eat an entire dragon. Out of love for a father he barely knew.

"That’s you saying “I love you” to the people who matter to you the most."

[sneakywingeddude]

My hc is that Ema meant to say Glimmerous fag but realized Trucy was there and said Glimmerous fop.

[dogearedfriends]

i have my phone set to black and white (to make it boring) and i turned it to colour to watch a fanvid and i was just Blasted with star trek colours. so awesome. i understand now why they made it like that, i'd get a color tv too if that was what they were offering me

[raddestrose]

IS THAT FUCKING JELLAL

WHAT THE FUCK

AM I RIGHT IS THAT HIM OH YOUVE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME IF THAT IS

OH YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS WHAT

[reflectingiridescent]

Hi! A, K, O, P, S (or T, since you said you had more in the prev ask!) for the fandom ask meme? ^^ really love reading your thoughts about leverage by the way!!

Aww, thank you so much! I'm glad someone's into reading them. Here's the list of questions!

A. Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Current hyperfixations? Cool! Okay so we'll do / for romantic, & for platonic, and "and" for "something in-between".

Sophie/Nate

Sophie/Tara

Sophie/Nate with Sophie/Tara

Sophie and Parker

Sophie and Eliot (look they hooked up pre-team okay)

Sophie & Hardison

Breanna and Sophie and Parker and Eliot

Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Sophie/Harry (I was normal about this until The Swipe Right Job, I swear)

Sophie's really just a little black dress of the Leverage fandom. And then:

Raffi/Seven (this is from Star Trek)

Leliana and Morrigan (Dragon Age)

Agatha/Rio (Agatha All Along)

I thought that wasn't a lot, but it's kind of a lot. Hmm.

K. What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Favorite Arc: Sophie

Best Development Arc: Parker

I don't know if I'll ever see an arc done better than Parker's. Seven of Nine and Leliana come close, but no, it's Parker. Hands down. Seven and Parker share some similar archetypes tbh.

O. Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Ok, Spotify gave me Reneé Rapp's "Leave Me Alone", which is 100%....a Tara song.

P. Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Fantasy AU? I have had this idea for a while where Sophie and Tara are enchantresses. Tara is a seer kind of like her character in The Future Job, and Sophie is a fairy godmother who has never bound herself to a charge because fairy godmothers are very powerful, but once you bind yourself, you have to serve that child and only that child for the rest of your days, and she doesn't like being tied down like that!

Also it's not a world that's good to magic users, because people hate what they don't understand, etc. So both women have a lot of constraints on their magic and have their magic used for royalty in power until they run away and turn to crime to live.

Anyway, in an og series s2 kind of turn of events, she ends up binding herself to Hardison, Parker, and Eliot in a move that saves the day but also is a completely new form of magic, because there's no precedent for linking yourself to 3 people instead of 1. Also they're adults so like, what does that even mean for a fairy godmother? But also, it's a third option take that does kind of save everyone. And the story goes from there.

Eliot's a mercenary for hire until he meets the team, Parker's a smuggler, and Hardison's an artificer.

Nate goes and tries to become immortal for Sophie so she doesn't have to watch him grow old, and Nate may or may not succeed. It's a good time all around.

S. Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)/T. Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

Tara Cole is Seven of Nine's ancestor (this is low-hanging fruit because it's the same actor)

Tara and Sophie had a mutually beneficial, sometimes physical friendly relationship until after s2. That's when they became real friends.

Parker was going through burnout at the beginning of Leverage: Redemption that was not caused by but definitely exacerbated by Nate's death. He was really important to her. Helping Sophie helped her.

OG series Sophie? Incapable of pulling off the White Rabbit. Post-s2 Redemption Sophie? Capable of pulling off the White Rabbit, but it's going to wound her in a way it doesn't Parker.

I mean I can't claim this one because so many other people have it too, but even though being a Doctor Who fan is not really Sophie's brand, she absolutely is one, and I'm pretty sure the justification for that one was "there's no way she grows up in the UK , has that appetite for story, and doesn't like the show". And I'm pretty sure this becomes a bonding thing for her and Hardison (and Parker!) later on.

Sophie has worked in a perfume shop. She was also one of those tour guides who try to get you to hire them off the street to show you around various monuments.

Sophie and Parker are very cuddly in private, and the answer for when that starts is "earlier than you think it does".

I also have Leverage rising sign headcanons and a whole novel of reasoning for why I think that is, but to be as succinct as possible:

It's a terrible idea to assign characters sun signs because the show may always give them a birthday

It's a great idea to assign characters rising signs because it's much rarer for the show to give them a birth time

In traditional astrology, the rising sign is more important anyway because it tells you which planet steers your chart or "rules" you

The original 5 are all Mercury-ruled. Mercury is the planet of tricksters and thieves. And in traditional astrology, it is the only planet that does not automatically align with day or night. It can shift, which is right on theme for bad guys who make the best good guys. Also no one's going to know what this means, but it's the only planet said to exalt itself which is also so nicely on-theme for them.

Being Mercury-ruled means you're either a Gemini or Virgo rising. I'm actually leaning towards Virgo for all 5 for specific reasons. But I also entertain Sophie and Hardison being Gemini risings, but I think it's most likely that all five are Virgo risings.

This doesn't mean that they're all the same - it just means that you'd look to everyone's individual Mercury for more information about their chart. The Mercury could be in any sign.

Rising Signs for the Others

Tara is Mars-ruled. So Scorpio (Mars rules Scorpio, traditionally) or Aries. Leaning towards Scorpio.

Breanna: Leo. Ruled by the Sun.

Harry: I'm still thinking about it.

Ok I have more (not about astrology, I swear), but I need to stop again.

[zingzillatingatingateletubby]

well you're right random spongebob content farm

because Bombardilo Crocodilo is blasphemy against the gaza-israel war

EDIT: Here's proof

[bayetea]

not gonna elaborate on this with in text citations and the like because I'm tired but I think people who say things like "jason is supposed to be boring! that's the point!" are off the mark. I think you're presuming too much about rick's intentions if you do earnestly believe he was sitting down writing hoo and whispering to himself "I am going to make a guy that bores the audience on Purpose. because amnesia 👍". if that were actually true (and I don't think it is) then that's still a bad writing choice that warrants criticism. I like this new wave of jason appreciation in the 2020s because people have always HATED jason just for not being percy and that's asinine to me - but the actual text of his actual povs has very real writing issues like every other hoo main character does

jason has very interesting character concepts. he has intrigue regarding his life circumstances and internal conflicts. but it's dead horse criticism at this point to say that rick doesn't deliver on his own set-ups in hoo. we still know fuckall about his pre-tlh life, camp jupiter world building is still half-assed, we still barely get to see him be the powerful demigod he's propped up to be because rick took him out of so many fights and refused to substantively let jason rival percy, we still jumped 6 months in the future between tlh and moa, leaving us in the dark about what it looked like for jason to grow attached to chb, which renders his internal conflict between the two camps all the more underwhelming. we still know so little about his relationship and unresolved falling out with reyna. even his relationship with thalia is super disappointing because their first meeting in tlh is 1. not long enough 2. told through leo's pov for some reason??? I love jason and I don't personally find him boring because I see his potential and I think there's plenty of fun you can have using text-based evidence to fill in some of the blanks (and admittedly I think his personality is more subtle, more understated and thus more difficult for people to even understand) but I still shouldn't have so many blanks to fill in. surely he was never supposed to be boring. people overcomplicate this; rick just failed the guy

[saccharinescorpion]

i saw some noise being made about this manga so i gave it a shot and it was basically an instant reccomendation. there's a lot i could say about Kimi to Uchuu wo Aruku Tame Ni ("I Want To Walk In Space With You") but all i really want to say to convey my feelings is that i read it this morning and experienced what i can only describe as a Category 5 “He Just Like Me FR” Event (crying within 1 hour of waking) (im ok now)