#i'll never wear your broken crown

[ravellaarryns]

who: @falcxnprince setting : the evening after there is an attempt on the life of the king of the vale, a somewhat unlikely figure emerges from a sea away. what: the prince of the vale of arryn returns from braavos across the narrow sea, to land upon westerosi soil for the first time in years. he brings forth a message regarding unfolding treachery within the falcon court, rooted in a loyalty to the previous king - rowan of house arryn, first of his name.

in the dimly lit halls of the red keep, a figure moves quietly through out, weaving through the halls with the confidence and ease of a noble who knows their way, despite the passing of time having made memory fade of a brief period lingering these halls. a heavy weight of legacy and history can be felt by them, for some time they had forgotten the feeling of it upon their shoulders. the shadow moves swiftly, hardly a step could be heard despite the quiet of the night, few lords and ladies still lingering.

there was little time for formalities, little time for grand entrances, neither of these things seemed to suit the man, anyways. they had just arrived, and it seemed too late for certain plots had already played out, though thankfully unsuccessful. still, the information they brought would seal the fate of a certain lord who was too ambitious for their own good.

the shadow was led to a seating room, one open for any of the nobles to retreat to for the many meetings and deals being struck during the coronation of the green dragon king, a reality that made the figure chuckle at the thought. cane tapped on the floor, not impatiently, but almost counting down the seconds under the image of the queen off the mountains of the moon appeared before him. he did not give her time for a reaction, or to speak, before a character's smirk crossed over rhys arryn's features.

"hello, sister."

the presence of the knights of the vale quietly making word that the prince had come to see her had only resulted in a lack of clarification clearly sweeping over her marble features, quickly replaced by ire and irritation at the ambiguity of such a statement. in their world today, how many princes were there in how many kingdoms and realms? and yet still, her stomach twisted at the thought of receiving a sudden visitor in the aftermath of such quaking fury that had silently settled within her ancient bones. one could only tell by the brashness of her body movements, the way in which her footsteps echoed more than ever before: as though she sought to deal with this matter with urgency, before another matter sprouted up.

the door opened into the apartments she was being led into, walking through a variety of rooms and being led to a certain room: and for some reason, she felt as though her stomach only twisted further. as this some prince from across the narrow sea? the prince, was what the guards had said to her: it would be obvious to ask the guards who escorted her, though she did not seek to socialise or speak with any in this moment. she stepped through the arch to see a figure sitting in a chair, though it remained dark due to the night sky taking reign over the sky - and so, she needed to step closer into the light. her gaze swept behind her for a moment, wondering if this was some sick trick: she felt on higher alert than ever, but then again, the guards were with her. and the guards would not betray her, unless…unless they had found out that she were responsible for so much that had befallen their apparently curse throne.

then he spoke, and she felt herself suddenly cease in her thoughts and her worries. he spoke, and it was a voice she recognised as though it were from a dream: over a year she had spent not seeing him, from the moment he had sailed across the narrow sea. and truthfully, it appeared as though he would remain in braavos - as though there was an unspoken truth between them. that he needed to remain across the narrow sea; for the crown now weighed heavy upon her own head. and now, the prince of the mountains of the moon had returned: and it felt as though she were once again seeing some apparition.

"what are you doing?" she asked, her voice harsh as she looked toward the smirk that toyed on his features. here. what are you doing here.

the arryns were a complicated family, and that was putting it lightly; the vale was not the most loving of environments, and then the clear divisons between siblings made everything all too apparent. he had always been her exception. was he still her exception? she remained frozen in her spot, fighting every urge to reach forward and embrace him. was that not what good humans with mortal souls done when they saw one they cared for? there was a time where ravella was more than happy to linger within the shadows. she rejected her brother's calls to sit on the small council.

and now it had been forced upon her, as a result of her brother being less of a man and more of a stain, she would need to preserve it. the court of the eyrie would take to the claim of an arryn prince, over an arryn princess: it was easier to disprove the lion's infant, but this? how could she reach forward to embrace her little brother when so much had changed, and had remained permanently changed? she noted the cane that remained in his hands: a wasting illness that had nearly taken him. she was under the impression he was on the verge of perishing, and yet, he was in good enough strengths to cross the narrow sea. "is this about the lyseni?"

[shadesandrollerblades]

now honestly maxime are you proud of your son (I SAW THOSE TAGS)

send me “now, honestly…” and a question to see what my muses have to hide - King Maxime edition

How he would normally respond:

"Naturally! Why wouldn't I be? He's a hero to the region and our own Champion no less. We might have our ups and downs him and I, but I am nonetheless proud of him for how far he's come. I will be looking forward to seeing what he does next, I'm hoping to see him be a little bit more active in the upper class."

How he would respond if he had to be totally honest:

"I am, frankly I'm glad he's managed to accomplish more than I managed to at his age. I've always headed steadfast into my responsibilities being part of the Kalosian Royal Family, it didn't feel like there was room for much else in my life. Honestly I didn't see him as having that room to work with either, but then he forced it. And as annoying as his actions have been, not even getting into the headaches they have given me, there is still a part of me that is impressed with him for it."

"I do still desperately wish he would take his position as the Crown Prince more seriously, I think he has the potential to be a better king than I've been with his forceful branching out beyond the upper class. But part of me also thinks he is too much of a free spirit for this, and it's not like the position can't go to someone else. But he would have been a grand king one day, but you could say I already tried to cage the bird once. If he escapes again, he is free, and I will not chase him. Once again he would be leading a life that I never got to, being so focused on what was expected of me. I suppose sticking to what you wish for no matter your circumstances is to be admired."

"...I'm not looking forward to explaining to people what became of him, but if he is happy, then I am proud."

[rottenapplequeen]

I'll never wear your Broken Crown

Regina Mills/Evil Queen rp from ABC'S OUAT

21 + { Mun is 30 }

Disney & crossovers welcomed

Loved by; Allyce

[severedleft]

whispers now shared amongst the pair ; tucked away in a corner just far enough from the gathering taking place in the next room over. conversation and laughter reverberated from behind their walls , it paired quite nicely with the clinking of fine china [ ... ] and yet , he'd rather be anywhere else in the world. how sad your life must appear from outside a window looking in ! —— to slink away from such a lively environment that most would slaughter an innocent life in cold blood in order to grasp between their fingertips. to be alone rather than a room full of people , and to now find his own joy through his equally rebellious company. to learn she had excused herself through deceit , and to find excitement in the fact that such an intimate meeting 'pon being found would be considered improper. he must truly be miserable.

@godclaws: the bigger the lie , the happier the liar. ( love )

❛❛ i certainly do not wish for trouble to find you on my account , your highness. ❜❜ it's spoken lowly as a smile finds itself pulling on his features. ❛❛ but if it brings you as much happiness as you say —— then by all means. ❜❜

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Dom billy eating out sub reader cus she can’t fall asleep. Thank you! Lots of praise and some overstimulation?

I always have a hard time sleeping, so this was fun to write. I never really write smut, so I'm sorry if this sucks. I hope you like it! If you do, please reblog and comment <3

It's been 3 days.

3 days of tossing and turning, 3 days of not getting comfortable, 3 days of your mind racing, and not letting you relax. It's been 3 days of no sleep, and you were about to lose it.

Billy knew you always had trouble falling asleep. He always tried to stay up and help, but as soon as he got in bed, he fell asleep. That lucky bitch🙄 but his heart breaks a little more each time he wakes up and sees his beloved already awake drinking coffee trying to get energy.

Tonight he is determined to help.

You were in bed snuggling into his side trying to get comfortable. You already drank your night time tea and had a nice shower before settling into bed, according to your friends this would help but it never did.

'Maybe tonight will be different?' You try and convince yourself, but even that made you scoff it feels like you've tried everything in the book, and nothing works.

Beside you is Billy, who is rubbing soft circles into your bare side and kissing the crown of your head. "You worked so hard today, princess...so proud of my girl," he praises with a smirk as he feels you try and hide into him. As he continues his praise, his hand moves lower and closer to your heat.

"Billy..." You mutter softly, making him hum in acknowledgment. "What are you-" you cut yourself off as a broken moan tumbles pass your lips, Billy's hand finally reaches the spot he's been working towards and he softly rubs your clit through the panties you're wearing to bed.

Soon he's peeling off your panties and moving the two of you so he's on his belly with his face in-between your thighs and you're on your back.

"This is what we're going to do, kitten. You are going to relax, and I am going to make you feel good. " he pauses to kiss your inner thighs gently before nipping at the skin, "then when you finally are ready to sleep, I'll come back up to cuddle some more pretty girl" before you can say anything he's already wrapping his lips around your clit and teasing your opening with one of his fingers.

Breathless moans fall from your lips as your hand gravitates to his curls. "Oh, Billy..." You moan while trying to buck your hips. "Do-dont tease, baby, please," you whine louder, feeling his finger finally thrust deep in you.

It doesn't take long to feel your orgasm coming to the surface. The more you moan, the more he moves. He matches his fingers movements to his tongue, being perfectly in-synced and ready to taste his baby's cum, he moans against you as you tug in his curls harder than before.

You mumble his name incoherently as you cum around his fingers and tongue. He slowly pulls away once your legs stop shaking around him, making you think tonight's events were done. "Billy, that was -" You cut yourself off again with a short yelp as he pulled you back into his face. "Billy oh God!!" You scream out as his fingers thrust deeper and faster this time.

His eyes roll back, tasting you even more this time around. He knows you can cum one more time for him. He knows his good girl will cum again for him tonight.

He pulls back slightly and looks up at you, groaning at the sight in front of him. "God princess, such a pretty kitty for me, aren't you?" He smirks and rubs your clit while he praises you, "such a good pussy- so fucking good" he moans feeling you clench around his fingers "this is my pussy isn't it princess? This is what you needed, just needed to be fucked to finally relax huh princess?" You nod along with his words knowing you can't verbally answer him, this makes him grin widely and mock your nods. "So fucked out already princess" he mumbles as he moves to latch onto your clit one more time.

You look down at him just in time to watch him spell his name out onto your clit with his tongue as he makes eye contact with you. Your eyebrows furrow and your head throws back as you cum harder than before "Holy fuck!!" You moan loudly as he works you through your orgasm.

This time, once your legs stop shaking, he leans back and stays away. "I'm going to be right back, baby," he whispers to you before kissing your leg and getting up to go get a wash cloth to help clean you up. When he gets back, you're already fast asleep, with a soft smile he shakes his head 'I knew it' he thinks to himself before he cleans your thighs and tosses the wash cloth to the laundry bin before he lays down to hold you through the night.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Can I request some sort of smut with Prince Regent!Aemond? I can't get him out of my head!!!! I see him being so mean and intimidating on the Iron Throne, like he wouldn't wear the eye patch bc he knows he looks "scary" to everyone in the court without it...except his little wife doesn't find him scary. His sweet wife is willing to fulfill his every need, no matter what that is, and is a good girl for him when he fucks her roughly, and it ends up melting his cold heart. Just a thought 😮‍💨

please the heinous bitch I'll become when Aemond takes this role on, lord forgive me. this is brilliant, thanks for sending in the ask boo xx

hope you love it!

Dearest, Ruthless Husband

PAIRING: Prince Regent!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

WORDS: 2,432.

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of cruel!Aemond, degradation kink, p in v sexual intercourse (consensual), oral male receiving, mentions of breeding kink.

A/N - writing this got me so hyped for Prince Regent Aemond!!! I hope you all enjoy, the smut is a little different to what I normally write or go about it, but sue me. Intrusive thoughts won!!!!

The Dance of the Dragons as most maesters and commoners of King's Landing had dubbed the unfolding family feud within House Targaryen, was beginning to simmer and churn. Brutal words exchanged, promises unkept and broken, and battles ruthlessly fought, both sides began to earn their gains, and yet also face immense losses. The most recent, left the Usurper King Aegon, burnt and beyond repair. The King had succumbed to his bed chambers, in the endless care of maesters, tending to his wounds as he remained unconscious from milk of the poppy. Although the realm staggered on, it needed to be assigned someone to represent the sovereign himself, and no other candidate stood out, other than your royal husband, Prince Regent, Aemond Targaryen.

Before the war had torn through the Seven Kingdoms, you had been betrothed to the young Prince. Paramount in securing an alliance on behalf of the Crown, you had grown doubtful that the marriage would remain fruitful, weary that Aemond merely saw you more as an obligation than an actual human being. Much to your surprise and in favour of the Gods, the Targaryen prince, took a key interest in you, as you gradually began to spend more and more time immersed in each other's sole company. Till proof had been cemented when he meekly admitted his love for you.

"It will be undying, this union, bound to me forever, my love. You will never no of hate nor harm, that I can promise you, my wife to be."

And although, Aemond had always been more of a withdrawn, private man since your first acquaintance, the longer this war prolonged, the more it seemed to have hardened his exterior. The man you'd once soulfully cherished and dreamt of now absent, replaced by a strange clone, the warmth buried inside seemed to have gone out like a candle in the wind.

He did no harm towards you, although, you scarcely saw him. Occasionally, he'd accompany you to dinner, only to be torn away from you, more prominent, urgent matters to attend that broke in the dead hour of the night. The bed had grown lonesome, and you struggled to sleep without his comforting presence and familiar body warmth. Regardless, your safety was still a priority, he made certain that you were around, in his vicinity.

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Nowadays, you often found your husband seated firmly atop the Iron Throne, speaking and acting on behalf of his elder brother, the King. Many a times, he'd often privately disclosed of how he'd envisioned himself instead, given the miraculous chance, he sternly believed he'd be the better choice, "I'm far more suited than the likes of him." And yet, now that his treasonous wish had been granted, the circumstances unfortunate, he did not feel as willing for it. Eager to uphold duty nonetheless, you knew, however, that Aemond loved his family immensely, this including Aegon. They grew together, trained together and fought together. Yet he only now, fully understood the burden in which the crown wielded.

Today was no less different.

Entering the throne room, crowded by those who'd sworn allegiance unto King Aegon the Second, and those in chains, forced upon their knees, for those who had instead sworn fealty to Rhaenyra only to be captured. Aemond coldly observed them from above, the ferocity of the throne, its sharp, steel blades exemplified by his exposed sapphire eye. Since your beloved husband was publicly anointed as Prince Regent, he had taken to the habit of unveiling his lost eye, no longer bearing the notorious eye patch that modestly covered his ailment. He never hid it out of shame, though rather sympathetically as means to not frighten the maidens of the court. Yet the spoils of war had unleashed a crueler side to Aemond, one that you did not sense of its existence, though neither grew fearful of.

"Sided with the false Queen, my elder sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen, you have committed the highest form of treason against the Crown... Cowards and traitors, you shall all face the wroth of the Dragons through me... I do not see it fit to send you all to the Wall, no that would be mercy...Death to the whole lot of you."

His words sent a cold chill through your body, shuddering against his low, unwavering tone. Aemond had always spoken with a steadiness, and that remained unchanged. You could not deny that seeing such a formidable side of Aemond, unlike before, was invigorating. In the haste moments that you were caught in your own bewildered thoughts, with a sway of his hand swatting for the guards to remove said traitors, the out-roar of prisoners begging and pleading before their Prince Regent and the rattling of their heavy chains as they'd been forcefully led away was a chilling memory. After the final few had left to the dungeons below, you'd caught sight of Aemond staring right at you. Mindlessly, a faint smile fell upon your gentle face, and in a few seconds to come, Aemond demanded that all vacate the room, except for you. As the others departed, you walked in the opposing way, strolling closer and closer to where your husband remained comfortably seated, coming to a halt before the stony steps.

Upon hearing the final closing of the main, oak doors, an eerie silence fell upon the void of the room. Aemond's eye turned from the shut doors back down unto your feeble state below, the height and distance made you look smaller, more miniscule.

"You dare to taunt me with that smile, woman? Your presence during court already weakens me so."

"I merely wish to see my husband in all his glory, for it feels like a lifetime that I have not been blessed in his company. If needs be that I must seek you out myself, then so be it."

"Hmm."

Just as you'd taken the first step up, Aemond commanded for you to stop. Caught mid-way, you were startled by his objection as he often never resisted you.

"You think you can go unpunished just like that, do as you please and walk yourself right up here. Simply because you're my little whore?"

You were mildly perplexed by his minor outburst, although with the sly grin strewed across his face and the low deep chuckle he provoked from his own amusement, you knew he was simply taunting you. And yet, being Prince Regent, you had no choice but to obey.

"On all fours woman, I want to see you crawl to me, like the bitch that you are."

Hesitant at first, the burning glare from your husband's end though convinced you otherwise. Now on all fours, you slowly began to mechanic your way up to him, feeling Aemond's grin seething into the tender skin of your back, straight through your gown. Did this amuse him, seeing you grabble for him on the grimy, ancient floor, practically yielding to his every word.

Now at his feet, you remained on your knees, sore palms resting on your thighs, you looked up at him eagerly, a soft smile upon your face. If he thought he could taunt or debase you, he should reconsider.

"Satisfied yet, my dearest?" You meekly interject, your smile growing brighter.

"Not yet. Have you any bright ideas, wife, or must I command you like a hound?"

Although his voice stern, the sly grin remained faintly embedded across his face, and eyebrow perked, eager for your response. Yet your remained endearing, a lustful look across your face, as your hands began to gently make there way up his lean thighs.

"You have worked so tirelessly for the realm, and yet your wife remains lonesome, in her own company. From time to time, my husband is too busy fulfilling the duties of the realm, he seems to have forgotten his duty to his wife. Leaving me to touch myself so desperately... I suppose, I must remind him."

Now your hands reached the buttons of his trousers, Aemond bucks his hips forward, as you undo them, pulling them and his under garments just low enough, that his bare cock strings out. Already glistening at its tip, the sight always left you dumbfounded. His length was greater than average, and veiny, you could sense its palpating throbs against the soft palms of your hands, as you began to stroke its firm state.

"Already hard for me, my Prince. Have you missed me so?"

His pre-cum already spilling from the pinkish tip, you'd noticed the more fasten your pace grew, the firmer his grip tightened on the metal arm rests of the throne. His once-steady breathing now heavier.

"Fuck Y/N. Don't keep me waiting."

A sweet giggle escaped your lips, as his eye and the sapphire gem remained fixated on your kneeling frame below his knees. Soon enough, still massaging his hardening cock, you ease yourself between his thighs, spreading his legs out wider for you to adjust yourself. His wish, his command, you brought your mouth to his cock, in the same, sensual pace, sucking at his cock, feeling the throbs and familiar taste in your mouth.

"Seven fucking Hells," He breathlessly huffed, his chest now heaving against your slow, engulfing motions.

It was undeniable that the tip of his cock was stiffly hitting the back of your throat, regardless of how often this act was done in the privacy of your shared chambers, his length was one you could never quite adjust to, often gagging at it, although now you'd grown familiar to manoeuvre and angle it accordingly.

"That tight, pretty mouth of yours, oh, how I've missed it."

It had been a while since Aemond and yourself had shared these intimate moments only lawful between a man and his woman, since the uprising of the war. The Gods were now charitable, for both your favours were being met.

"Mmm. F-Fuck I'm close, Princess. Straightened up."

The thudding of his hard, long cock you could feel had grown tenser. Pulling out, caused a visceral reaction from him, as you once more, obeyed his command, straightening your posture enough, that the cleavage of your breasts was the main attraction between his thighs. Immediately, he hastily spilled his warm seed over your breasts, causing a mess all over you, some of his wetness had seeped in between the cleavage, whilst the rest glistened against your soft skin, before pooling down, drenching your garments.

"A masterpiece if I ever saw one," He chuckled, as his thumb tenderly wiped away at the remnants lingering over the corner of your moist lips.

"Aemond, I need you dearest," You sulkily yearned, a hand clutching to your clothed cunt, feeling yourself beginning to grow avid, as a long, familiar feeling brew between your thighs.

"Up- Come, my dearest-" His hand smacked against his thigh, as the other held your hand in is lifting you up, guiding you to ease yourself down over him: hastily pulling your layered gown up and tearing your undergarments into two, his firm cock easily finding its way inside of you.

Muffled moans helplessly tore through you, once again, the neediness for your husband's cock, and the long-awaited wait, stimulating you enough. His wetness that coated him, helped to ease himself plunging in, now adjusted, your hips beginning to sway forwards and back over his strong lap, his rough hands held you firmly by the waist, steadying you over him.

"I ought to fuck you senseless, leave you satisfied enough for until the next time I return from battle. Perhaps I ought to fuck a babe into you, my dearest."

Still childless, it was all bad-timing for only a few months after your wedding, the war broke out and Aemond was caught in the haste of it all. He scarcely had time to bed you, although now that his family numbers were dwindling, it seemed a babe was of great importance, an heir for the Prince Regent.

"Y-Yes, Aem- I want your child."

"Your wish is my command, wife. I shall see you swell greatly with child, as many sons and daughters as I see fit."

Earning more helpless cries and screams for your husband, the room echoed with your pleas and Aemond's heavy breathing. You were certain the guards posted outside, would know of the events unfolding from within, and yet no shame. For they'd have to answer to Aemond, and that itself, was a threat.

"Fill this pretty cunt of yours, this cunt that belongs to me. I shall keep you full, as need be."

"A-As you desire, m-my Prince-"

One of Aemond's hands remained supporting your lumbar, snaking its way behind, and the other found its way to your scalp, tugging and pulling at your hair, as your head rocked back in tune to his aggressive motions. Words no longer comprehensible to exchange, Aemond's lips found themselves occupied, lapping and suckling at the sensitive crook of your neck, leaving harsh, red marks across your skin.

"Finish me, Aem. I-I need you to fill me-"

The excitement that had brewed in anticipation for this monumental moment, had finally met its need. Your sweet, hot cum pooled over his sturdy, long cock inside, pooling beneath your gown, and in response, evoked the same pleasurable reaction from your husband. Feeling his hot seed once more, shooting itself inside, coating your walls. You felt certain a child was procreated in that precise moments, though regardless, would pray to the Gods to grant you the chance to bear a healthy babe.

Huffing and puffing, hot, perspiring skin against each other, resting your foreheads against one another, almost in sync, you both exchanged faint, genuine laughter.

"I-I have missed you my dearest. It pains me so, to be away from you so often and for so long. I cherish these moments with you, even catching you lingering in the shadows, watching me."

His sweet words warmed your meek heart, and you knew that your husband was apologetic in some sense, even if he struggled to admit it.

"I know my love, but soon enough, a war always comes to an end. Just be sure, I have you returned to me in one piece, and at my beckon call."

A deep, low chucked echoed from deep inside him, as he bashfully looked down, before returning his sole gaze unto you, your fingers toying with long strands of his platinum hair.

"Even if the Gods have other plans, I will defy them for you, always. I promise to return to you, and if the Mother is willing, a babe in your arms. I love you."

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Aemond taglist - @godrakin @megatardisbaby @harrypotteranna23-blog

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Phew... yes, now I can definitely talk about chapter 158. Probably.

Everyone who did not take advantage of the promotion "Buy a new chapter of VADD and get anxiety, tears, anger, despair, and a sleepless night as a gift!" it's time :D

In the previous chapter, we are shown a conversation between the Duke and Derrick ahead of time.

Thanks, we were satisfied with the slap of the young duke, but now the cold colors of the room disappear, and we are immersed again in the events of the coming of age ceremony....

And Penelope's poisoning happened!

Now the author frees us from the brainwashing... that is, from the unreliable narrator, to see the events from the other characters' point of view!

Have you ever heard the fans screaming during a football match? Everyone shouted in this chapter about the same way.

Doctors think they are almost never needed at events, except to give headache pills. That's why Callisto can't figure out where these strange creatures have gone.

No, it's not superman, not a bird, not an angel, not a demon, and not even Jack Frost. This Winter pleases me with his emotions.

In addition to unobtrusively promoting his manicurist, the Marquis says he has an antidote. He's paranoid, remember?

Winter declares that since he's wearing a white coat, he can be mistaken for a doctor and... LET HIM GIVE PENELOPE THE ANTIDOTE, GUYS!

Don't forget, Reynold Eckhart won't let others take his place of honor as a loudmouth! Therefore, he intervenes when everyone has doubts about the effectiveness of the vial in Verdandi's hand.

Even remembering the previous chapters, where Reynold distrusts Winter and looks menacingly in his direction every time, but he wants to help Penelope with all his might. Therefore, he believes in the marquis's power to help save his sister.

So desperate.

And my shipper heart was broken because they weren't shown together.... that's not relevant to the post. Anyway—

Everyone is on their nerves. The characters, the readers... except Penelope and Derrick.

I need the second frame detailed. But in the end, Callisto understands that if nothing is done at all, then Penelope can really die. Of course, under the pressure of all the hesitation, he allows Winter to use the antidote. Nicely warning him. Very gentle.

It was like....

"Okay, weird marquis, I'll let you see the love of my life, the most beautiful and strangest woman in the world, the future crown princess, my future wife and the mother of my future children... but if you do her worse, then know that first I will kill you, and then myself, so that in the next world you will not flirt with her. Got it?"

Ahem... this is not a direct quote—

But really, look at this shift in Callisto's gaze, which resembles a wild beast, to genuine hesitation and concern as he looks at Penelope.

His bloody gloves gently hold the face of Penelope, exhausted from the poison, whose hair seems to be losing its vital color. And the red marks on her pale face are as clearly visible as on the crown prince's white gloves.

But really, the whole chapter I just melted from the way he hugged her tenderly, trying to protect her from everyone in the world. His despair, his understanding of powerlessness.

Okay, Calliope's angst scene limit has been reached. It's time to get back to Zombie Derrick and the angry Duke!

Derrick reacts to the Duke's words as I do to my chemistry teacher. "I don't understand anything and in general what you want from me." Yes, like this.

But the following measures were taken:

Becky was imprisoned.

Locked Ivonne in the room because it was her maid.

Derrick was forbidden to question the maid.

So the duke authoritatively shut his eldest son's mouth. But I found it quite interesting to observe Derrick's thoughts and behavior.

Get your tissues ready, because in the next chapter we will see Callisto and Penelope again, and then the investigation itself!

And now I need a hug.

Added: At the end of the chapter, there was a message about merch. This chapter seems to have been a great anti-advertisement company for the merch with Derrick.

[sage-green-matcha]

MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 1 🍷🥀🔪

“The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me, and how the blood rushed into my cheeks so, scarlet it was” - Taylor Swift

Content includes: mentions of murder, alcohol, pretty much it for this chapter!

Pt. 2 of Maroon | Pt. 3 of Maroon | PT. 4 of Maroon |

(A/n: This is the first chapter of a series! It’s gonna be ab 5-7 parts? I’m not sure yet. Hope you enjoy! )

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Your whole life you'd felt like an outcast, no friends, a broken family. You'd move around your entire childhood, you never had one place that you called home. You knew you couldn't get too comfortable anywhere you were.

That was until you moved to Woodsboro. You were there for your last two years of high school. Becoming friends with a group of "popular kids" but what you didn't know was that at the cost of having friends was death.

"Y/n, you okay?" Tara waved her hand in your face. "I- yea I'm fine" Your lips were agape, picturing the sight of the dead bodies you had seen in the past. You took it harder than everyone else. Sam kept trying to get you to go to therapy but you refused. You didn't think anything was wrong with you. But the situation changed how you looked at everyone and everything.

You couldn't trust anyone, nowhere was safe. You felt like there were eyes on you at all times. And you never dared to pick up any calls from unknown numbers. "I was asking what we should get for dinner? Everyone's coming over in a bit" "Oh uh, I'm fine with anything"

It was just a normal night to everyone else, but to you, the moon was the same as it was on that night. It was full, and it messed with your head. "Y/n...it might be last minute but do you wanna go to a party? It's Halloween themed and I know you've been wanting to wear your costume" She smiled at you.

She knew you would say yes, everyone loved when you were drunk. You were the same person from before the murders, the same funny, sweet, Y/n that gave no fucks. You let loose, you'd dance with anyone who asked and took whatever drink was handed to you.

"Yea, I'll get ready" "Nice" she squealed, leaving you alone. You kept your door open, finding your pink butterfly wing teeshirt, pairing it with a green mini skirt. It was simple enough but still cute, tying the shirt in the front to make the "slutty" aspect of Halloween come into play. You had a little flower crown, carefully placed butterflies all over it, a green bow in the back.

You did your makeup with care, adding glitter and gems to the sides of your eyes. "Hi Y/n...we're leaving soon" you responded to the unfamiliar voice, looking up quickly "Oh, hey Ethan...right?" He nodded. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think he looked silly. He was wearing a cardboard hat, grey tape around the edges to give it a "cleaned up" look.

"Yea...Ethan Landry" "And what are you supposed to be, Ethan?" He was really cute, he had a shy look in his eye, his cheeks covered in pretty roses blush color. "I'm a Knight" "Your armor isn't really shiny" he looked confused and kinda offended at the same time.

"I- I'm just kidding, sorry. I'll be out soon" You smiled up at him. He had pictured your smile in his mind and it was so much better than he had imagined. You were always quiet and serious in Econ class, but you looked so good with a smile on your face.

Luckily, Ethan would be getting to see you smile all night, the first one when you took your first shot of the night. "To the Fab 5, and! To Ethan, my roommate" "Chad ew, don't call us that" Tara cringed. "Yea! And Sams not here so it's not the full 5" you laughed. "Okay, okay whatever. Cheers guys" You took the small glass to your lips, burning liquid smoothly going down your throat, tossing away old memories and letting yourself go.

"Let's dance!" You dragged Tara to the dance floor also known as the living room, the smell of smoke filling your nose. "Does Sam know you're here?" "No!" She laughed and you shook your head. "You know she's gonna track you down, right?" "Nah, she won't find me"

You stumbled back to the kitchen, Ethan scrolling on his phone silently. "Hey, E...you drink?" You held up a bottle tauntingly and he shook his head. "Uh, no" "yea, I saw you spit out that shot" you smiled, turning back to the table of alcohol, pouring two shots of vodka. "Here" you handed him one, his shaky voice thanking you.

You liked Ethan, sure you'd only known him for a couple hours but he reminded you of yourself. Getting dragged into new friend groups where they don't quiet except you, feeling left out of jokes since he hadn't been here long. "How long have you been in New York?" You strike up a conversation, Anika stealing you back after the long chat. "Got eyes for Landry, huh?" "He's cute" you shrugged with a smile, taking a drink from the red solo cup in your hand. "Chads gonna freak"

Her eyes widened and so did her smile. It finally felt like you were trusting someone, opening up, and starting a conversation. You knew the next time you'd seen him he'd be confused by the lack of energy you'd have. In reality, the alcohol was what was giving you that boost.

You sat down next to the two girls, Mindy explaining her logic behind being at this party and the small chance of almost being killed again. "What about you Y/n? Aren't you a bit paranoid?" "Yeah, I guess. But I feel safe around you guys" you smirked. "Oh also Y/n, I don't Trust Ethan at all. He looks too innocent" "Isn't that the best part?" You laughed, Mindy with a disgusted look on her face.

"I'm gonna go stand in line for the bathroom" You blew kisses at them as you walked away, walking around to find the bathroom. You felt yourself lose balance as you walked, someone catching you as you felt liquid splash on your shirt. "Ah man, my shirt" You held onto the randos chest, trying to stay balanced. "Shit, Y/n...you okay?" You looked up with drunk eyes, Ethan looking down at you with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But my shirt...not so much" You frowned, blush rushing into your cheeks as you looked at him. You untied your Tee, the Maroon color splashed all over your top, making it look like someone had stabbed you. "Is that wine?" He shrugged. "I'm not sure, this girl just gave it to me" he smiled, helping you hold yourself up against the wall.

"Thanks for catching me, I'm not completely drunk, these heels are just uncomfortable to walk in" You slipped off the gold shoes, Ethan standing next to you uncomfortably. "Uhm, let's get you a new drink, yea?" "Oh, no no it's okay. I wasn't gonna drink it...uhm it's fine" he stumbled over his words quite a lot. You couldn't tell if he was just nervous or if this is just how he was all the time.

"Ethan! My man!" Chads hand slapped over the poor boy's shoulder. "Whoah...Y/n, you look like you just got attacked...again" "Very funny Chad" you glared at him. "Hey uh, not to interrupt this throuple but your services are needed" Anika turned the corner as Chad sighed. "I'm needed, I'll be back" "Throuple huh...I think I'd like to just have fun with you, E" You held back a laugh, walking away with a smile and an awkward wink.

Ethan was left a flustered and confused mess, following to find Chad. As for you, you'd finally find the bathroom. Looking at your wine-splashed shirt. It was a familiar view. But instead of blood, it was an innocent drink. You lifted your shirt, your fingers tracing over the two, deep knife scars.

You were lucky to only get two lousy scars, compared to others...you told yourself you didn't have room to complain. After all, you were alive, you made it through the night and you took it to your advantage.

You snapped out of your trance as you heard a familiar voice. Sam, oh shit. "Excuse me" You struggled to push through the crowded hall, bumping into Ethan once you got to the scene. You moving to stand by his side. "Oh shit" you cringed as Sam took her taser to the man's crotch.

"Sam? Are you fucking kidding me? You're stalking me now?" You And Ethan watched in confusion, the dude now on the floor. "Holy shit! It's that psycho girl!" The room filled with laughter, grabbing Ethan's hand as everyone chased Tara.

"Is this like a regular thing in this friend group?" The group walked in unison, you And Ethan behind everyone else. "Yea," you sighed, feet aching with your shoes in your hand. "I like your flower thingy...by the way" "Thanks, made it myself" you took it off your head, handing it to him before stealing the cardboard hat from off his. "Trade me?" "Oh uh...yea" he placed the crown on his head awkwardly, trying to fix his hair as you slipped his hat over your head.

"Looks cute on you" The pink flowers matched with his soft personality, and his flushed cheeks. You on the other hand looked very strange, getting looks from the people that were once staring at Sam and Tara.

"Tara..will you stop?" Sam struggled to catch up with her sister, Tara not giving a fuck. "I cannot believe you did that, you embarrassed me!" "That gut was a dick! He was gonna take advantage of you" "So?!" You rubbed underneath your eyes, knowing that they were about to get into an argument yet again.

It was always like this, they argue just to never make up and argue again. It's a continuous cycle that has never ended. "So?" Sam repeated in shock. "If I wanna hook up with an ass hole that's my decision?! It's my decision" "Okay.." Sam scoffed.

"It's not about you!... You..you were out of my life for 5 years and then you can't leave me alone for 5 minutes" Sams's only and most used "comeback" was that Tara wasn't going to the councilor, That she wasn't dealing with what happened to her. You wondered if she thought the same thing about you, you were worse than Tara with the subject, you had completely blocked out any idea of it with anyone. Sure everyone knew what happened in the back of their head, but it was for the best if no one mentioned it.

"Hey...guys come on" Tara ignored Chad, trying to get them to stop. Tara rambled, even you thought her words were a bit harsh. "You just follow me here and you won't let me out of your sight" "Just...trying to look out for you" You could tell Sam felt defeated, rethinking her actions. "I know...I know you are. But you can't do it for the rest of my life, you have to let me go"

Next thing you knew the smell of cherry coke filled your nose, a drink splashed all over Sam by a random girl. The two were already at it, Sam trying to aggressively go after her, Chad pulling her back. "The fuck is wrong with you?" "You know what you did!" "I didn't fucking do anything!"

You waved at Ethan to follow you, chasing behind Mindy and the rest of the group. "I'm so fucking tired of this!" Tara's eyes watered in frustration, Chad rubbed her back Anika and Mindy holding hands as they walked. You only now realized how alone you were. Sure you'd have some flirty moments with Mindy or Anika but they were purely platonic, you'd never had an actual partner.

"Y/n, I heard what you said to Ethan, not that drunk huh?" She laughed. "He knows I'm kidding...or not. Right E?" "What?" He caught up and you smiled to the ground. "You talked to my bro? Damn, I guess you two would make a good pair" Chad laughed. "No, I don't trust him. He's weird, he always stutters when he talks. He's definitely hiding something" Mindy scoffed.

"I'm right here..." "No, he's just like that with Girls, Man has never experienced female contact" Ethan rolled his eyes, sighing. Mindy also rolled her eyes, she was always stubborn, especially when she was convinced someone was dangerous. "Well I'm gay, so I don't know why he's scared of me" "Maybe cause you're really intimidating, Mindy" Tara turned back, a broken smile back on her face.

"You are...kinda really rude too" "Am not, your face is just annoying to look at" your eyes widened. "Okay you two, cut it out" You all finally got to the apartment, running into your room to take off the wet, uncomfortable shirt. You placed Ethan's hat on your bed, finding a long sleeve and pj pants to switch into.

"Hey, here's your thingy back" he knocked on the door, handing it to you. "Oh, thanks" you grabbed his hat off the bed, giving it back. "I- I think I'm just gonna take it all off, restricting" you agreed. "Yea...plus the party's already over" "I...I'm really sorry about your shirt...by the way" "It's fine, ill just order another one"

"Y/n, hey I think you're gonna wanna see this" Chad called from the living room, you And Ethan rushing to his voice. He called out to Sam who was downstairs, the two of you meeting in the living room in shock. "Cute boy...nice" Quinn smiled and you smirked.

You stared at the Tv, "Also found at the scene were various Ghost Face costumes..." you heart dropped to your ass, you could feel tears start to form in your eyes. "I'm not doing this shit again" you rushed to your room, Sam chasing behind you. "Y/n...Y/n come on we can leave, I'll get tara" "Guys! Wait no! Hold on! No wait, let's talk about this for a second" the two of you had already made your way to the kitchen, knifes in hand.

"This might not have anything to do with us" "Are you serious?" Sam asked. Great, another argument. But this time you sided with Sam. This definitely had something to do with all of you. "It's Halloween! Everybody's wearing masks" "Tara! Tara, this isn't a coincidence!" Your eyes were wide, looking at her trying to find where she found the audacity to say that.

"Tara...we knew him" you spoke up. "He was in one of our classes! We Barley knew him" She scoffed. "Chad, Mindy back us up here" your eyes creased, heart pumping as if you'd just run a marathon. "I mean it is a little bit..." "close to home..." Mindy finished his sentence. "Quinn! Your dad's a cop right? Can you call him and see what's going on? Before you make the dumb ass decision to abandon my college education, and flee the fucking state?" Everyone looked up at Quinn, her Phone to her ear as she called.

You froze as you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Everyone's eyes on you. You slowly took it out, looking at the contact. "Who is it?" You let out a small sigh of relief. "It's just Gale, probably excited about the new book opportunity" you held your face in your palms. "Why'd everyone just freak out when her phone rang?" "You gotta keep up My Dude" you felt your heart beat faster, holding back tears.

"Sam, my dad wants to talk to you" you rushed to your room, closing the door behind you. You fell against it, tears spilling out. You thought you'd finally escaped it, but now your progress was ruined, you were back at square one. It was only bound to get worse, this was just the beginning.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Victor Edwin Payne

Thomas King doesn’t know what he’s fucking dealing with. Thomas might have power and money, but he’s Capitol born and bred. He has power, alright, and he might have allied with the rebellion to take down the Games and the President’s Council, still ruling Panem in the President’s name, but he doesn’t know what it takes to be Edwin Payne. What it takes to get out of that Arena, breathing through blood and broken bones and guilt and crawling your way to your Victory. What it takes to be a child forced to kill other children, forced to make yourself into a monster, forced to be the only one to make it out. What it takes to be standing there in front of the hovercraft, bleeding, half-dead, knowing that you only survived because everyone else died.

Monty remembers Edwin’s Games. Remembers the way that he had mostly won using traps, able to keep far away, until the final day when he had been in a fight with Simon. Simon, the boy from One, had tried to sacrifice Edwin to the spider mutts, and by all means, Simon, who was bigger and better-trained and had been eating better for the three weeks they’d been in the Arena, should have won. Edwin Payne should have died that day and Monty should have died three years later.

But Edwin has always run faster than anyone would have predicted. He’s always been faster, endured longer, broken harder without falling than anyone ever gave him credit for.

Edwin is not just a pretty thing that ended up in Capitolite beds. He’s not just a quick tongue and a quicker mind. He is a survivor with a heart that beats louder and bigger than anyone else that Monty has ever met. He is bloodied and broken and brutal and beautiful because of all of that.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, there's nothing sweeter than my baby (so full of love I could barely eat)

But oh, my heart was flawed I knew my weakness So hold my hand Consign me not to darkness

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I can take the road and I can fuck it all away But in this twilight, our choices seal our fate

-Mumford & Sons, Broken Crown

@deadboy-edwin @icecreambrownies @anonymousbooknerd-universe @ashildrs

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[floralcyanide]

⊱ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 ― 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 ⊰

[ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]

1960s ᴜs ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

― ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ !

∿ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ !

∿ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ !

∿ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ HERE ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴛɪғʏ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ !

― 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 ⬎

Fool’s Paradise - XYLØ 

❝Turn off the TV, your suit and tie and hair all wrong. I had a bad dream, your face was on a dollar bill.❞

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

❝I don't know how you convince them and get them, babe. ; You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man.❞

All Shook Up - Avila 

❝Please don't ask me what's on my mind, I'm a little mixed up but I'm feelin' fine.❞

Touch - Daughter

❝Love, hunt me down. I can't stand to be so dead behind the eyes.❞

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde

❝There's a room where the light won't find you, holding hands while the walls come tumbling down. When they do, I'll be right behind you.❞

American - Lana Del Rey

❝You make me crazy, you make me wild.❞

Us Against the World - Coldplay

❝The Devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes. ; Through chaos as it swirls. It's us against the world.❞

America - XYLØ

❝Real life is make-believe, all that glitters isn't gold to me. ❞

Something - Elvis Presley

❝Somewhere in her smile, she knows. All I gotta do is think about her.❞

Candy Girl - Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

❝I've been a-searchin' all this wide world, now finally I've found my candy girl.❞

National Anthem - Lana Del Rey

❝I'm your national anthem, God, you're so handsome. ; Red, white, blue is in the sky. Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes.❞

Evergreen - BROODS

❝Since we found out that we're invincible, we've been living in a dream world. ; Only lost to be found, you're my hero now.❞

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

❝Nothing's gonna hurt you baby, as long as you're with me you'll be just fine. ❞

December, 1963 (Oh, What A Night!) - Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

❝Oh, what a night! Late December, back in '63. What a very special time for me. As I remember, what a night.❞

Chemtrails Over the Country Club - Lana Del Rey

❝You're in the wind, I'm in the water. Nobody's son, nobody's daughter, watching the chemtrails over the country club.❞

Gold - Echos

❝I've got intentions of gold with my plans.❞

Young God - Halsey

❝He says, "Ooh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends. I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven. ; But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods.❞

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - Frankie Valli

❝Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me love you, baby, let me love you.❞

Neptune - Sleeping At Last

❝I'm only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks when I open my mouth.❞

Meltdown - Stromae, Lorde, Pusha T, Q-Tip, HAIM

❝Who to trust? Who to love? Who to run from? Who to hug? Respect only comes from the money or your blood.❞

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish

❝Bite my tongue, bide my time. Wearing a warning sign. Wait 'til the world is mine.❞

Dead End Love - XYLØ

❝I'm still lost in the maze of your mind, I'm never getting out again.❞

Before the Fever - Grimes

❝This is the sound of the end of the world. Dance me to the end of the night, be my girl. ; They will kill us, oh, have no doubt. There are many ways in, but there's only one way out.❞

Golden - Harry Styles

❝You're so golden. I'm out of my head, and I know that you're scared because hearts get broken.❞

My Eyes Adored You - John Lloyd Young

❝Headed for city lights, climbed the ladder up to fortune and fame. I worked my fingers to the bone, made myself a name.❞

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but I have it - Lana Del Rey

❝There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw. ; Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but I have it.❞

Eyes Open - Taylor Swift

❝Everybody's waiting for you to break down, everybody's watching to see the fallout. Even when you're sleeping, sleeping, keep your eyes open.❞

We Remain - Christina Aguilera

❝So, burn me with fire, drown me with rain. I’m gonna wake up screaming your name. ; Whatever happens here, we remain.❞

[shadesandrollerblades]

Honestly he’s already slightly caught wind of what’s going on with Xavier right now, he doesn’t have any concrete evidence, but call it a hunch. He’s been gone even more than before and dodging Maxime more than ever, there’s no attempts to ‘keep the peace’ from him; presumably while he’s tying up loose ends.

Exhausting, but not entirely unexpected. Would’ve been nice to have at least met this boy who is apparently stealing Kalos’ Crown Prince.

[silmarillion-stats-polls]

Yes, you must choose one.

Lyric highlights below cut for those unfamiliar:

Soldier, Poet, King:

There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

Rule #36:

Was it wrong, was it right Should we be here at all We've caused pain Through our crimes How far will we fall

Oh we are a long way from home

The show must go on:

Another hero Another mindless crime Behind the curtain In the pantomime

Hold the line Does anybody want to take it anymore?

Show must go on

Broken Crown:

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I took the road and I fucked it all away Now in this twilight how dare you speak of grace

Seasons:

Now I wanna fly above the storm But you can't grow feathers in the rain And the naked floor is cold as hell The naked floor reminds me Oh, the naked floor reminds me

That I'm lost, behind The words I'll never find And I'm left behind As the seasons roll on by

Everybody Wants to Rule the World:

Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you

Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on Mother Nature Everybody wants to rule the world

Clouds:

Clouds are rolling by I open my mouth and I breathe them right in All my thoughts slip away But I can't stop thinking 'bout your face I can't stop thinking 'bout your face

[severedleft]

my tags broke don't look.

[adealiz]

Broken Crown

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down

I'll never wear your broken crown

I can take the road and I can fuck it all away

But in this twilight, our choices seal our fate

⬇️

no string version

@angellilou-art

(I edited this post because I wanted to refine the art a bit more <3)

[gojocp]

tangled

cw: tangled au! reader wears a dress and has VERY long hair, geto as flynn ryder, reader as rapunzel featuring: geto suguru | 1 | 2

a/n: hello!! i hope you enjoy this au, i've loved this movie since i was a kid and rewatch it all the time! lmk how this is!!

the sound of running footsteps could be heard as geto suguru ran across rooftops and into the room holding the crown in the royal castle. right before entering, they go over the plan once more.

"okay, tie me to the rope, when i get the crown i'll tug on it. pull me up," he states with his arms out, waiting to be tied.

with a shared look, the twins nod and tie geto off. removing the roof's tile, they slowly lower him in.

nearing the crown, geto is about to grab it but a guard's sneeze interrupts him. "allergies suck, right?" geto asks, taking the crown and placing it in his satchel.

"yeah, tell me about it." the guard agrees, with a light laugh. "hey! wait-" he yells, realizing the questions came from behind him.

"see ya!" geto calls out, and takes off with the satchel, the twins following close behind. "we got the crown, let's head back."

but of course, stealing the royal crown is never easy. because when the guards eventually catch up and corner the three thieves, they have to turn and run in the opposite direction.

they eventually reach a dead end and are forced to climb.

"boost me, and i'll pull you guys up." suguru says, turning to look at them. they share a look and say,

"give us the satchel."

"wh- are you serious? you don't trust me?" suguru says, with faux-betrayal shown on his face. the twins just stare at him with a blank stare.

"ow." he continues, handing the satchel to them.

they put their hands together and boost him onto the hill, one arm out in expectancy.

"sorry," suguru starts, "my hands are full." he shows the satchel and speeds off.

"geto!!" the twin yells, cursing said 18-year-old as he runs away.

.・。.・゜✭・.

suguru runs and runs and eventually finds a tree to hide behind. he looks to his left and sees a 'wanted' poster of himself.

"oh, no. no, no no. this is terrible," he mumbles to himself. "they fucked up my nose. so badly."

before he has the chance to mourn over the god-awful poster, a palace horse catches him and decides to play tag, chasing after him in an attempt to retrieve the stolen satchel.

the horse catches up and the two wrestle for the satchel, tripping over a log and running off the cliff in the process. they hold onto each other but are eventually broken apart when the log they're on hits a large branch.

.・。.・゜✭・.

at the same time somewhere else:

"(y/n)! let down your hair!" you hear your mother call out from below the tower.

"coming!" you yell, swinging your hair over a very strong nail in the door and letting your hair down.

your mother ties herself up, tugs on the hair, and you pull her up.

"oh (y/n)! doing the same task every day without fail must be so very tiring, right dear?" she says, twirling your hair around her finger.

"oh, it's nothing mother!" you respond cheerfully.

"then i don't know why it takes so long!!" she quips. "i'm just teasing, dear. loosen up!"

"uh, haha" you let out a nervous chuckle. "anyways! i have something very important thing to tell you!" you share, gleefully.

"(y/n), look in the mirror. do you know what i see? i see a very beautiful, responsible, and intelligent young woman." your mother starts, staring at herself. "oh, you're there too!" she laughs teasingly.

"oh! okay, well as i was saying-"

"(y/n), mother's feeling very run down, how about i comb you're hair." she half asks, half demands.

"of course!" you say, quickly setting up a chair for her and a stool for yourself. as she walks closer, you push her into the chair, shove a comb in one hand and your hair in the other.

"flower gleam and glow let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine. heal what has been hurt, change the fate's design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine." you sing in one breath, your hair glowing and quickly fading to it's natural colour as quickly as it appeared.

"anyway! since you kinda keep cutting me off, i'll just say it! tomorrow's my birthday!!" you gleam, hugging your mother's arm.

"no, no, no, no. i clearly remember, your birthday was last year," she states, matter-of-factly, lightly shoving you off her arm.

"that's the thing about birthdays, they're an annual thing." you smile. "and what i really want for this birthday, and what i've wanted for every birthday..." you begin, mumbling.

"out with it." your mother demands, fed up with the mumbling.

"i want to see the floating lights!" you exclaim. "actually, i was hoping you would take me to see the floating lights." you correct, using you hair to pull back the curtains on the wall to reveal your painting.

"ah.. you mean the stars." she smiles.

"that's the thing. i've charted stars, and they're always constant. but these.. these happen on my birthday, and only on my birthday. and.. i can't help but feel they're meant.. for me.." you say, pulling back another curtain and showing a painting of stars.

letting out an exasperated sigh, your mother sits on the chair and states, "the outside world is a dangerous place (y/n), i've told you."

"i know but-"

"i knew one day you would want to leave the nest.." she starts, getting up.

"i knew someday you'd want to go explore.." she continues.

"but-"

"soon! but not yet, trust me pet." she interjects. "mother.. knows best." she finishes, leaving your questions unanswered.

"oh.. i see.." you respond, dejectedly. this causes her to pull you into a tight hug.

"(y/n). don't ever ask to leave this tower, again." she commands, coldly.

"okay.." you say.

"mother loves you very much dear," she sighs, wrapping her cloak around herself.

"i love you more," you respond, as she prepares to leave.

"i love you most." .・。.・゜✭・.

"i'll see you in a bit my flower" she calls out, waving as she reaches the bottom of the tower.

"i'll be here.." you mumble, resting your face on one hand and waving with the other.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after what feels like an eternity of running, suguru stumbles upon an empty tower in the middle of nowhere.

'perfect' he thinks, taking two sticks and climbing up along the wall.

"finally.." he starts, opening his satchel and pulling out the crown, staring at it lovingly. "alone at last.."

with a hit to the head from a frying pan, he's knocked out cold.

[skayafair]

This night I am once again striken with how Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons fits Malevolent.

Just.

Oof-

And I will not speak of your sins There was a way out for him The mirror shows not Your values are all shot

But oh, my heart was flawed I knew my weakness So hold my hand Consign me not to darkness

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I took the road and I fucked it all away Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace?

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I can take the road and I can fuck it all away But in this twilight, our choices seal our fate