caniasfire

[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.

[lotus-pear]

VERLAINEEEE as promised

[rottenbutrecovering]

Idk if anyone else needs to hear this except myself but it's okay to miss shitty people!! It doesn't mean you're excusing what they did.

You can miss people whilst also knowing they are garbage people that you are better off without. It takes time to unlearn, but you don't need to feel guilty - it's okay to miss them.

[aceofwhump]

I've been really into anime lately (which is super nice. I've missed being in my weeaboo phase. It's been a long time.) and I'm rewatching Fruits Basket (my all time favorite) and ahhh YUKI!!! His story will never not break my heart. This boy has been my favorite character since I was in middle school. And not just my favorite in Furuba but my favorite in any anime/manga and one of my all time favorite characters EVER. I adore him with my whole heart. He was one of my first true whumpees and I'm sitting here thinking about his childhood and trauma and how much he's able to heal and grow and I want to cry for him.

Yuki was born cursed. Literally. To turn into a rat when hugged by a member of the opposite sex or when he's weak. And he was a sickly child with asthma so as a child he was weak often. He was given to the head of the family by his mother to be a play thing, a "tool". Said family head then proceeded to mentally and physically abuse him for YEARS. His mother and older brother didn't care about him and rejected his cries for help. He was kept isolated from the rest of the family. Not allowed to speak to them or play with them or go to the same school. The one time he made friends at school their memories were erased and he was alone again. Every day Akito would fill his head with dark things, telling him he was useless and unloveable and disgusting and worthless. His mother hit him. Akito hit him. He was later kept locked inside a dark room for years, alone with only Akito and their abuse. He stopped talking for a long time. Just went mute because his words meant nothing so he locked them away. He hated himself. At one point his body just gave up and he nearly died due to his lung problems. He begged so many people to free him for so long and everyone brushed him off. Eventually his cousin saved him and brought him to his house to live but it was NOT out of the goodness of his own heart. And even then he was still cursed and his abuser would continue to show up in his life and continue the abuse from his childhood. Yuki has anxiety and triggers (locked dark rooms, dark paint splattered against a wall) and self esteem issues and breathing problems.

But he finds people who love him and accept him and help him. He finds purpose and hope and happiness. He finds unconditional love and support. And I love him so much. SO MUCH

[thethroneislost]

Absu - "Barathrum: V.I.T.R.I.O.L." - 1993 Texas, US

Absu's last stand as a pure death metal band...

[izzyhandslightofmylife]

peeled an orange today and it gave me a *vision* for @bougiebutchbitch's came back wrong kinda snippet. if you like psychological horror and hated the ending this is for you <3

tw: abuse, past abuse, manipulation

The oranges are always rotten. 

Ed and Stede smiled when he saw for the first time the bowl of decay in their kitchen. You could tell from far away that they were bad- the skin was too loose on the flesh, like if you picked it up,  you could crush the whole thing in your fingers. 

They looked at him with those faraway stares, and told him that they were still good. 

Ed said, airily, “oranges are love. If you peel an orange for someone, it means you love them, you know?” 

As Izzy nodded, Stede’s jaw clenched, and for just a moment, none of them were smiling anymore. He stared at Ed, gestured to the bowl and told Izzy to peel one for him. As the two of them stared at each other, his fingers, still covered in the dirt of the grave, reached for an orange. As gently as he tried, however, the juice leaked onto his palms, getting into the cracks of his hands. He tried to peel away the white part, every lingering bit of skin, but couldn’t. The inside was black and green, mold growing inside, matching with his bruises. 

That’s when something strange happened. 

Izzy remembered. More specifically, he remembered a marmalade, orange, from a long time ago. 

—

Ed was up on the crow’s nest like he used to be when they were younger. They would climb up at night and look at the stars, trying to name them, find constellations, tell their stories. Sometimes, Ed would make up his own, a spark flaring in his eyes as he looked at the sky, the same spark flaring in Izzy when he looked at him. 

Now, it’s morning, and Ed is up there with someone else. He stands, just for a moment, underneath the area that they’re sitting in, and listens for what Blackbeard has to say. 

“This is some damn good marmalade”. 

“It’s the best. Ship’s stores are loaded with it. I had to get rid of some gunpowder to fit it all, but I think it was the right move…”. 

He walks away at that, enraged that this man could still possibly still be breathing. Then, just for a moment, thinks of the Queen Anne and all the weapons in the hold. 

He hadn’t known Ed liked marmalade. 

The next memory comes month afterwards, when he’s missing a leg and a million pieces of his heart along with it. 

Right now, though, he still has glitter on his face in the early morning, voice hoarse from singing, adding cinnamon to his coffee. Right now, he is safe. 

Someone walks in, and for a moment, he thinks it’s Roach, but the gait is softer, and as the figure stills, he knows who it is. Izzy doesn’t want to talk to him, not now, but the he remembers their earlier conversation, Ed looking out to sea as Izzy stared up at him. “Oh, look”, he had said, “you’re talking to me again”. 

Ed is flushed, and after a moment, Izzy realizes that he’s naked except for a robe. He knows what  Ed needs right now, and smirks. 

“Busy night last night?”

A smile unfurls at the corners of his lips, but is replaced quickly by a frown again as he dives for the pantry, rummaging around like his life depends on it. 

“Where,” he murmurs, still looking, “is the fucking marmalade…” 

Izzy sees the food on the tray and realizes why he’s looking. He knows who it’s for, but for all he’s tried, he still wants to help Edward. This is his job. So, opens another pantry above them and takes out the marmalade, holding it in front of his face until he stops and looks up. 

“Oh, thanks, Iz”, he says, smile breaking out and standing up.

Izzy hands it to him and tries to smile back. For just a moment, Ed’s hand lingers, as if he’s going to do something, say something, but then he dashes away as quickly as he came. 

The smell of orange lingers on his hands afterwards. 

–

In the present, his heart burns again, a spark of what it had once been. There’s love, and then there’s the cold of the dirt, and then there’s something there that he’s never, ever, felt towards Ed before, not forgivably, anyway. Anger wells up inside him, and his fingers clench, the rotten slices ground to a pulp in his hand. 

Ed turns to him and sees the mess of rot in his hand. 

“Come on, Izzy”, he groans, “Stop. That’s love you’re holding right there, after all”. 

He says it casually, but behind it, there’s an old hint of force in his voice.  And that’s another toe. 

 Izzy, wrapped up in the past, answers quietly, almost fondly, “fucking twat”. 

Then they both still, and his love is rotten, and he’s fucked up. He already knows what’s going to happen as soon as he says it.

– insert whump scene that I haven't written yet here. Stede has rings and he beats Izzy up I just gotta write that -

Quietly, Stede says, “you can’t call Edward a twat again, Israel. Do you understand?” 

Izzy Israel blinks,  disgust in himself welling up at that. Why would he call Edward a twat? That was something old Izzy did, and old Izzy’s dead, he’s in the past, he’s supposed to be better now, they made sure of it, they saved him. 

How fucking dare someone say that to Edward. How dare that someone be him. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice small again. It feels safer than how it’d been before. 

Stede’s face crumples, body relaxing. He takes Izzy in his arms, stroking his hair with his rings still on. It almost makes him cry, being held like that. Stede and Ed were just…kind. Even after he’d hurt them, after they’d hurt him, they held him anyway. 

When Stede pulls away, he shivers, but there’s nothing to say except a quiet thank you. 

“See,” he says, “you can be good, Izzy. Just never, ever, do that again”. 

The rest of the day, he’s quiet, walks around in a haze, juice running down his arms, dripping off of his fingers, love staining his hands like blood. 

He never liked oranges that much anyway. 

[mintaikk]

Listen, I watch Ayy Lmaos content a lot and I like most of it, but he theorized about the Vees getting a redemption arc and istg, if Valentino gets a redemption Arc and ends up living at the hotel I will drop this show SO GOD DAMN FAST-

[xetch]

♧ Say it with me...

I understand what you went through and the issues you have but that doesn't mean I deserved that too.

I understand what you went through and the issues you have but that doesn't mean I deserved that too.

I understand what you went through and the issues you have but that doesn't mean I deserved that too.

I understand what you went through and the issues you have but that doesn't mean I deserved that too.

I understand what you went through and the issues you have but that doesn't mean I deserved that too.

I understand what you went through and the issues you have but I was your child.

[evilsatisfaction]

[mangogator]

every time i see that one still of sirrus, all i can think of is the mr beast meme

[dimorphodon-x]

Amplunaris is one of two titans that landed on the desert planet Calamathos, and is in fact the twin brother to Magnoheli.

Unlike his brother, Amplunaris successfully started a colony, settling in a mountainous region on the planet. He now sits at the center of a circular city, making up its capital building. His elusive cityspeaker, Anem, lives there, and almost never exits the building, nor do many ever see him.

[satanasvincit]

Circles Of The Oath - Absu

[asphyxiating-endless-darkness]

Absu

Petrified #2 (USA – Florida) Winter, 1993. Editor: “Thorns (Sentis)”

[identifyingmetalbandsinposts]

Absu

Death/Black/Thrash Metal

[domplercore]

thinking sm about amy and i could pass it off as headcanon but its a bit serious for smiling friends