#k time to hit the hay

[jobean12-blog]

The Farmer’s Fancy

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader 

Word Count: 478

Summary: Joel finally has his farm...now all he needs is you. 

Author’s Note: So I decided to really challenge myself with this one and write something for Lisa’s @cockslutpadalecki 15 sentence challenge and prompt #11 (”you look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat”) and Navy and Roo’s week 3 Slumber Party ‘Something New’ challenge @the-slumberparty I did something soft!dark here which is not something I do much and lightly used (k)idnapping- I’m giving the illusion here and as I continue to experiment I hope to get more into it all! Thank you to my sweet friend Navy💕 @navybrat817 for her extra encouragement and overall awesomeness and support! Love you! HUGS! Thank you so much to Lisa, Navy and Roo💕 for hosting these great writing challenges and celebrations, it’s so great and I really appreciate it! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Thank you bunches to lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics for the divider! 🥰

Warnings: binds, some language, (c)hoking, smexyines, soft!dark themes: (k)idnapping hints

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @salome-c thank you lovely 🥰

Joel Miller Masterlist

You struggle against the binds at your wrists, your curses and cries lost in the vast openness of the farm while you watch him stride over to you, his hands on his hips as his eyes sweep down your body and flash with heat before he murmurs, “I’d untie you if you didn’t try to run every god damn time, think you’re ready to be good for me darlin’?”

You sag against the wooden pole of the small stable and hang your head with a nod, your body deflating even more when he releases you from the binds and you find yourself weak and falling into his arms.

“There now,” he whispers, taking your chin between his fingers and lifting your eyes to his, “I knew you could do it.”

Your menacing glare is met with a smirk as he backs you toward the wall, hay catching in your shoes and the smell of horse surrounding you, your body hitting the wood before he crowds you against it, the hardness between his legs pressing into your stomach.

With a gasp of his name you grab his broad shoulders, unable to hide the way your body succumbs to the simple fact that he’s touching you, and you swallow hard, licking your lips.

“Promise me, darlin’,” he drawls, “promise me you’ll do as I say and you won’t try and run anymore, you know I’ll keep you safe.”

His lips skim the shell of your ear, more of a whispered warning than anything else, and you cling to him, your breathing heavy as he places a kiss just underneath your ear before his mouth trails softly down the column of your neck.

“Lemme hear you say it,” he growls as his large and calloused fingers trace your collarbone, sliding higher until they close around the base of your throat and he pulls back to look into your eyes.

“I promise,” you choke out, your nails digging into his back.

“Repeat it,” he whispers against your lips, his fingers putting more pressure on your neck.

“I promise,” you say again, whimpering when he shoves one thick thigh between your legs and his fingers squeeze even harder, “I won’t run and I’ll do as you say.”

“There’s a good girl,” he croons then abruptly removes his thigh and replaces it with his free hand, making you clench around nothingness.

His fingers tease along the edge of your pants, his motions unhurried when he slides them lower and purrs, “you look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

“Joel,” you find yourself pleading when his fingers brush over your panties, the material soaked and stuck to your skin.

He hums appreciatively, his words warm against your lips and his tone smug when he whispers, “fuck’ darlin,’ I knew you’d be easy to break but this is too good to be true.”

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

Feb 2023 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most. 

Ongoing Series - Thai

My School President (Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - WinSound totally won me over in this ep. They were great. Their competitive style of romance, made me really happy. Double tsundere it’s so rare to get and not be annoying or depressing. Of course the mains were adorable too. 

Never Let Me Go (Tues YT) ep 8 of 12 - Solid little episode. Perth in the pool, thank U BL gods. Peeling the shrimp to rope, always a favorite of mine. Some awesome couple flirting and a nice romantic sex scene. What’s not to like about this episode?

Hit Bite Love (Sat YouTube) ep 2 of 6 - King is fucking adorable. Burger is clueless and (apparently) entirely straight. Shogun is one of the gayest characters ever put in high school BL. Heda is kinda awesome, basically a chaos wingman. Matteo is interesting. I genuinely like the central friendship between King & Shogun a lot. Queer baby besties! It’s Ming & Wayo-esk but better. Holy KINK FEST outta nowhere, BLman! I’m getting total whiplash with this show. Very Make It Right. What does it want to be? Who tf knows but I’m into it, that’s for sure. It’s accomplishing something, which most pulps don’t.

609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) ep 11fin - my backup computer is down so I haven’t had a chance to watch this yet. Hopefully but next week’s report.   

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 5: Love in the Future (Taiwan Weds Viki) ep 6 of 10 (or 11&12 of 20) - Jonny’s hair is driving me nuts. Hai Yi’s behavior is confusing me too. Office boys remain totally adorable. Very doomy mid run ep 6. Ah Taiwan, how unpredictable you are. 

Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - these weirdos make for very strange boyfriends. Frankly? K seems like a useless bit of business, if you ask me. 

Individual Circumstances (Korea Thurs Viki) ep 5-6 of 8 - I’m just annoyed with Mr. Tsundere at this point, he’s gone from grumpy to mean. I just want him to have a really good reason for having disappeared without saying anything, and good does not mean “sensitive pathetic authorial feels.” You don’t abandon your best friend just because you fell in love with them, that’s an unforgivably shitty thing to do. 

The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu (Japan Sun Gaga ep 1 of 8 - Stars Toshiki Seto (Senpai, This Can't Be Love). The world is about to be destroyed by a meteor, so Masumi visits his old uni library to read as much as he wants until the end. There he meets Ritsu, his player ex. It’s a bit awkward, and I’m not sure about the premise (it scares me that it might be sad). It’s racier, gayer, and has better kissing than i was expecting (again a sign it might go dark). Also Is Ritsu a big time bi-slut player or is that Masumi’s perspective? Regardless I’m intrigued if wary. 

Finished this week

The New Employee (Korea Weds Viki) ep 7fin - They are so cute it’s unbelievable. I thought it was a good office romance ending, if not a great Bl ending. All in all this is a darn near perfect nugget of an office romance BL, sweet and much gayer than we have any right to expect from Korea. Rainbow rice cakes forever! 9/10

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) ep 12fin - It’s a serviceable series about hot swimmers flirting and dealing with family drama in a sweetly earnest manner, but ultimately it squanders the talent in play. I would’ve preferred a cleaner narrative arc, less angst and more plot, fewer couples, and a shorter series. That said, there’s nothing objectively wrong, sub-standard, or off-putting about this show. And it has lots of consent and other good qualities. It’s fine. Watch along here. 8/10

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) ep 12fin - I did think a lot over why I disliked this one. Because on the surface it’s just your standard slightly terrible Thai pulp, and I’m usually not that mean about them. I think in the end it comes down to the uke who just seemed to never warm to the boy pursuing him, and never really actually wanted to be his boyfriend. Also terrible dead fish kiss. 5/10 

Gossip

Apparently we have new scions (waves goodbye to BrightWin) - GeminiFourth: The Crown Princes of BL. If you’re wondering how their chemistry is so good (My School President), this article may explain it. 

In Case You Missed It

Caught up on 2020′s The Reason Why He Fell In Love With Me. (Gaga picked it up and I’ve been wanting to see it since it got announced in 2019.) 

TRWHFILWM Series 1 - 2 teachers who work together at the same high school, one outgoing and the other reserved, start an affair. Gave me Ossan’s Love vibes and that is my least favorite kind of JBL. It’s just far too cartoonish and slapstick and I don’t like it. That said, it has several kisses, a happy ending, and they are cute together. So if you can this style BL, it you might like it. 

TRWHFILWM Special - Completely ignores the first couple and the teacher premise, carrying over just one main character, and should have been a new BL (Boys Love flashbacks). I understand 2021′s season 2 continues this tactic. But I’ll watch it eventually. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Not a lot actually, which is cool, I still got some 2022 catching up still to do. Why You Y Me, may be? 

Starting: 

Moonlight Chicken (Weds? YouTube) 1 of 8 -   

My Beautiful Man S2 - ??? sorry I’m scared of this one and not really paying attention, it being Japan and a desirable property, I’m assuming it will either be impossible to find or just show up on my dash in 2 places at once. 

Feb releases list is here. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post. (see comments some are inaccurate, NOT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Hit Bite Love it’s classic terrible Thai pulp and I’m kinda loving it. 

Thank you very much GMMTV. 

FINALLY! 

Also FINALLY. 

More FINALLY (My School President). 

I love the acknowledged combative nature of this relationship. It’s great. 

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? Under the Skin by &team, eh, it’s catchy I guess

[hum-suffer]

10 minute pehle ke news ki tea spill karoooooo

Grab your seatbelts because this is a wild and offensive ride.

Context: my friend had a birthday today, let's call her Butterfly. Butterfly is Moon boy's bestie. Me and K (my bestie) became friends with Moon Boy ages ago but we befriended Butterfly only recently during our exams.

Aaj Butterfly ki birthday mein, body shaming girl put up a story wishing her which read,"Happy birthday [Moon Boy] ki bestie." I was furious at her since like last season and even previous episode. Aaj ka precap isme hi aa gaya tha.

Tea:

So me and Moon Boy went to get Butterfly a cake for her birthday to celebrate in college without telling anyone but K. We got the cake and came back, and Body Shaming girl, let's call her Chintu (yes it's her nickname idek why), her group was lowkey offended that we didn't involve them in Butterfly's birthday plan

Moon Boy, that bloody diplomat, knew. He lured them all in with the cake cutting promise and everyone gathered around Butterfly, whom I had not allowed to peek at the cake. We had forgotten to get matchsticks so he went off to find matchsticks to light candles. Meanwhile...

Another girl, whom I did like until she turned into an ass licker, started fiddling with the cake. Bringing it out of box, trying to rip open the box to see the cake. I was politely trying to get her to stop until she tried to open the box. I opened the box instead and then closed it instantly and put it out of her reach. I told her to stop hovering and sit down.

Seeing her ass licker get shoved aside, Chintu was mad. But she was about to be madder.

I'm name dropping this one because i detest him the most. MOST. Bhavya, this lanky oversmart buy with a chomu hairstyle and round glasses, dared to be oversmart.

One thing that everyone should know about me is that I'm fiercely defensive of each of my friends. I treasure them beyond reason. Even if they're new friends.

Bhavya said, and i quote,"Burn Butterfly and use her to light the candles."

I said,"Maybe we should use you, since Teri already jal Rahi hai."

He went bitter and replied,"Jal nahi Rahi hai thik hai? Mere time to cake bhi nhi thi."

"should have had better friends," i said, which must have also offended Chintu.

Bhavya went even more bitter and said,"Mere dost jo the vo tere aaj ke dost hi the. Tere Jo itne saare ladke dost hai na. Vohi." (Lies. I'm acquainted with some boys because I'm a nice person and like to maintain connections. The only male friend i have is Moon Boy.)

I knew what he was implying but Butterfly was already shaking her head. I laughed,"Their behaviour isn't my responsibility."

He was about to say something and Butterfly said to not do this on her birthday. I laughed and said okay, I won't. Butterfly looked at me gratefully and Moon Boy returned till then. He noticed the harsh environment but said nothing and i continued pretending that I didn't want to kill anyone.

Me and Moon Boy took over, shifted benches and made Butterfly sit down, got her the cake(she loved it btw), lit up the candle. Chintu and her ass licker started pretending to care and warning how one shouldn't keep fire near them and blah blah blah. Whilst standing right behind me. I didn't say anything.

As we sang happy birthday, Bhavya sang "Happy birthday [Butterfly] aaj tu mar jayegi". I wanted to hit him but i didnt. By the look on his face, Moon Boy knew my smile wasn't entirely genuine after we finished the birthday song. I pushed him off to be the first one to eat the cake since he's the closest in relation to her. I was clicking pictures with his phone and i heard them criticise even that right behind my back. (Sue me, idk how to operate iphones instantly).

Chintu said,"Maine bola tha ki haath mein rakh ke candle mat jao but sunte nhi hai na kuch log." Bhavya asked who and she replied that she'll tell later. (Can you BE anymore obvious???)

We ended up having fun. I sent off K after me and later I went myself to eat the cake. Took a tiny bite because I don't like sweets too much, and fed Butterfly a wafer chocolate roll. She ate half of it and I fed the rest half to K and Moon Boy respectively. I heard them speak about that as well.

I sat down on a free bench, since I had period cramps, and the sheer joy of being around people and celebrating on Butterfly made me keep my words quiet and it was enough to make me smile widely.

(They did not like that. Duhhhhhhhhhh)

After this, me and Butterfly and K discussed this whole interaction whilst Moon Boy, the darling diplomat, went around fulfilling his volunteer duty and social media manager duty by clicking photos and videos.

The university secretary of the abvp, he came near us to find Moon Boy but he couldn't so I kept him in conversation for almost an hour. Moon Boy returned, listened to the conversation and was tiredly sitting quietly. I and K went to fetch our respective buckles and water bottles from our vehicles and we stayed there talking to some acquaintances. Butterfly came with us too.

I spied Moon Boy drifting in the place and went to him but he had been roped in with Chintu's group so I told him where he'll find me and left, ignoring the rest of them.

Ting ting tadinggggggggg agla update, next kalesh ke baad🫶🏽 (also no one needs to go anon to ask for such tea my loves, I'm happy to provide always 🫶🏽)

[nihyunluvskookie]

Tujhme rab dikhta hai

“Jeonghan one shot”

Pairing: Yoon jeonghan x female reader

Genre: fluff [desi setting]

Warnings: no warnings

Word count: 4.2 K

Author’s Note: Well, desi husband Jeonghan is on the way, hope you like it. And I wrote it in Hinglish (i added few words and sentences of hindi, it’s sounds romantic ahhh) i hope you like it hehe and for non-desi reader, the meaning of ‘tujhme rab dikhta hai’ is ‘I see god in you my beloved’ also I just love this song so much I can’t explain, hope you like this. This is probably one of the longest one shot I ever wrote sjjs

happy reading ~

desi imagine masterlist

[4:15 am]

My alarm went off, and I was about to go and check my phone but I felt Jeonghan pulling me closer by my waist. “Hannie” I spoke in a very low tone; I had to get up no matter what. “Umm, stay here” I slowly removed his hands from my waist. “I need to get up” I kissed his cheeks lightly and got up; I checked the time and it was already 4 am. I got up and went to take a shower and got ready. Once I was done, I heard a knock on the door. I fixed myself a bit then switched off the night lights and switched on the lights and then went to open the door of our bedroom.

“Noor” I looked at her and smiled, “maa” 

“Come down” I nodded, I closed the door carefully because he was still sleeping and I don’t want to disturb his sleep, he already came late home yesterday night and looked so tired.

“Your sargi” I was actually amazed how she kept everything, she made for me, an overwhelming feeling hit me, this was going to be my first Karva Chauth, I had to keep fast until we see the moon. “You have to eat this before sunrise and you have to keep the fast” I nodded and smiled at her. I went took her blessings and took the full big plate of sargi back to my room. I was kind of excited and I had an unknowing loving overwhelming feeling inside.

I opened the door slowly and saw Jeonghan sanding near the window, I was surprised for a second and then slowly closed the door. “Hannie” I called out his name and kept the thali on the table near our bed. He turned to look at me, “Noor” he smiled at me.

“Maa gave you sargi?” I nodded and sat on the bed. I let out a sigh, he came near me, “why are you sighing? You don’t want to keep the fast?” I shook my head, “no, it’s not like that” I gave him a look. I was feeling excited and overwhelming because it’s my first time. He shrugged off and then said “you know these look tasty?” I nodded. “Maa made these” I smiled looking at everything she made. She made gobhi stuffed paratha, paneer ki sabji, kheer, she kept few almonds, fruits, sewai with almonds and dates, coconut water. I saw Jeonghan pick up the bowl which had kheer, I looked at him with a confused face.

“What? I want to taste as well” I gave him a confused look and he took bites after bites. “You know it’s very tasty” I was looking at him in disbelief, he was eating my sargi!!

“Jeonghan, she made this for me, it’s MINE” I was about to get up and snatch it from him, “Okay okay, Noor calm down.” He gave me a bite of kheer. It was tasty, ah, I miss my home where I used to make kheer for myself.

After I ate the kheer, Jeonghan took out the paratha and panner ki sabji, he gave the plate to me after serving. “Awww, hardworking Jeonghan, why aren’t you sleeping and sitting here for me?” I looked at him, he looked at me, and I could see the love his eyes held for me. “Because I don’t want my dear wife to feel lonely while eating her sargi alone” I smiled at him. “But you came home late, and you should get some rest.”

“You’re more important for me Noor” and he pinched my cheeks, I looked at him, almost flustered because what he did. “Jeong-Jeonghan stop” I tried looking away but he was just infront of me.

I started eating the paratha, “Let me taste this as well”

“You ate my kheer already and I had two to three bites hardly, and now you want to eat my paratha as well” I pouted, and I saw him eating it. “You’re insane”

“How can you say that to your husband Noor” and before I could say anything, he kissed me. I was taken aback.

Everything I ate, Jeonghan wanted to taste and we ended up eating half- half of everything. He claimed he wanted to taste everything. I wonder why would this guy even wake up.

Sometimes I wonder, what did I deserve to get him, he always tells me how much he loves me and gives me everything I need, the warmth, the comfort, he understands me and respects me and my decisions; he never questioned me in anything and always supported me in everything.

How everything slowly fit together, when we fell in love, I never thought I would end up with him the way I wanted, it’s not even a year since we get married but each day, he fills my life with more and more happiness as if last seven years were not enough for him to keep me happy.

I couldn’t believe he actually came to talk to my parents to talk about our married with his parents, the fact his parents always knew and supported him. And knowing me, I still had a hard time to accept that I was with him infront of my parents in the end, I decided to tell them before I actually got married and left my home.

I couldn’t thank god any more or less for giving me Jeonghan, as mine.

I had the last bite of apple and heard Jeonghan say, “look, it’s sunrise” I smiled at him.

“Good morning Jeonghan”

“Good morning wifey” and he kissed my forehead.

“I should go get ready and have breakfast” he gave me a teasing smile. I just shook my head, this guy is so annoying at times yet I love him so much. “Yes, go have breakfast. Eat whatever you want.”

“aur tum fast rakhogi aaj meri jaan” (and you will be keeping the fast my love) he and his teasing, I am so done.

“You don’t have work today right?” I shook my head, “No, I took a leave”

“Sadly, your husband couldn’t take a leave and have to go for work today.”

“Of course, you should go and work, and you ate my half sargi. NO WAIT you almost had full of my sargi” I gave him a side look, “You look so adorable” he pinched my nose lightly and I looked at him in disbelief. He got up from the sofa and left.

I looked at the time, it was 5:26 am. I went down to keep the plate and everything. It was almost time for breakfast. I went down and saw mom already in kitchen.

“Noor” she called my name as soon as I stepped inside the kitchen, “what are you doing here?”

“Help you in breakfast like the way I do” she turned to look at me and stopped me from helping her, “No need, you should rest today.” she paused for a second and spoke “it’s sunrise already and you’re fasting. You would be on rest today and since you aren’t going for work today so just rest.”

“But-”

“No, but Noor, go back to your room and leave this here” she told me in the softest way possible.

I kept the plates and went back to my room. I saw Jeonghan sitting on his bed, I walked towards him and sat on bed. “Did mom kick you out from the kitchen?” and he started laughing. I just looked at him, and then nodded and the moment he stopped laughing he said “My dear workaholic wife, it’s fine to take a day off at times. You manage work and home both and help my mom as well in her chores that’s why it’s not wrong to take a small break for a day atleast.” He held my hand.

“I wish I could postpone the meetings I have today, and spend my day with you”

“Jeonghan it’s fine” I smiled at him.

“You taking day off is not normal, and at times we don’t get enough time to spend with eachother, sometimes I feel I should quit being a ceo and you should work and earn for family”

“You’re speaking as if you’re not rich and would die if both of us stop working.” I told him teasingly.

He suddenly pulls me closer and our faces were inches apart, “You speak way too much at times, I can make you quit as well and we can go to vacation for months so, stop tempting me for doing that”

I slightly pushed him, “you are such a tease”

“but you look so pretty in this olive green kurti and patiyala”

“Jeonghan you- I am so done. Can you leave for work already? Please?”

“Really Noor, you look the prettiest in this, I personally love this set of yours”

“When are you leaving Jeonghan?” he again pinched my cheeks and then kissed me.

 [1:30 pm]

“Your mehendi looks so pretty Noor” I smiled at Nishi, “All thanks to you” I smiled at her. I might start loving Jeonghan’s sister more than Jeonghan loves her. He always loved her so much and now I see why he loves and adores her so much. She’s lovely. “You can ask bhaiya to search for something here” “Huh?” I asked her and she just smiled.

“And you’re done Noor” she fixed my dupatta. “Finally, I’m done, I want to go and sit on balcony” she nodded and I got up.

“Noor” I stopped my feet, when I heard maa’s voice, “yes?”

“You’re done?” I nodded, “Jeonghan is also back early today” I smiled hearing his name, well, I did miss him. When do I not miss him, it’s normal for me to miss him like this. “Are you going back your room?” I shook my head, “I wanted to go to balcony and wait for the mehendi to dry up”

“Okay, he was searching for you” I looked puzzled and then looked at the time, “It’s lunch time, he came to have lunch at home?”

“He said he already ate, and came home after that” I nodded, he said he had important meetings, maybe he was done. I walked towards my room and spotted Jeonghan coming out of our room. “so, here you are” I was walking carefully because of my mehendi, I don’t want this to mess up.

He came closer to me, “looks like you’re finally done” I nodded and smiled at him

“You’re back early” he stepped closer to me, I took a step back. He was looking at my hands, and yes I was suspecting him into pulling something right now, you can never trust him with his pranks and I could see him planning something.

“Jeonghan” I called his name

“I am wondering about your mehendi” this husband of mine.

“Jeonghan, no. you ain’t touching this mehendi”

“I wanna mess this up so bad”

“Jeonghan-” he was stepping closer, I need to run away or this devil guy will annoy me again, I quickly turned back and started running, I wanted to go back to balcony and sit there peacefully but Jeonghan.

“Noor, stop, don’t run” did I look like a fool that I would stop because he wants me and my mehendi is not even dried up, it’s fresh. It takes minimum three to four hours to dry up, and he wanted to mess up with me; I ain’t letting him do that.

Back when we were campus couple, he wasn’t pulling out pranks and he wouldn’t even tease like he does now, in his defence he said since I am with him and officially his wife he can tease me all he wants.

My mind was still, how he looked so beautiful maroon sherwani during our wedding, that smile when my hand was given to him, he looked so precious, I just wanted to protect his smile always and wanted to continue being the reason of his smile.

That one smile changed everything, and now here we are, husband and wife.

I was suddenly pulled by my arm and I was in his embrace in another second. My hands were safe, nothing happened to my dear mehendi and here he was holding me in his embrace tightly, his hands were holding me securely. “I wouldn’t dare to mess up with your mehendi noor, how could I do that”

I lifted my face too see him, “Jeonghan…”

“Meri jaan, I was just teasing you because I love teasing you, but I wouldn’t dare to do this. You look so cute when you runaway from me.”

“Jeonghan… we are not in our room” I was hesitating because what if someone saw us, “and we are married, I can do anything I want and this is my house” this guy, he is impossible.

“I don’t want to let you go when you are finally in my embrace.” His hand was on my head, and my head was pressed on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat, it was just like me.

After few seconds, he let go of me carefully. “Where were you heading to?” “Balcony, I wanted to sit there, because I had nothing to do and since I am getting a bit sleepy, I rather go sit there and read something.” he fixed my dupatta and held my shoulder. “let’s go” I looked at him and he was careful with my mehendi, he is such a tease and I love this tease so much.

We got into our bedroom and he closed the door, I was standing behind him, without taking any more step. He turned to look at me, “You should know whenever you wear this type of kurti and patiyala and a dupatta with it, you look like you came down from heaven, look at yourself now.” He took me towards the mirror and he was standing beside me, “you look the best in green, no matter how many times I tell you, nothing changes the fact.” I looked at us, he was holding my shoulder delicately, he was in casuals now, grey sweatshirt and sweatpants. He was looking at me, I could see it through the mirror.

I turned to look at him, “Jeonghan” his hands were on my shoulders, “Yes?”

“I love you” he looked surprised, well it’s not me who always tells him how much I love him or adore him, it’s always him. I can’t say it on his face, it takes time for me to say. He quickly kissed me on my lips, I was still looking at him, “stop being so adorable or else your mehendi would be ruined because I am holding back my urge to kiss you and pull you in my arms right now.” I laughed at him and laughed as well. The sound of his laugh is the most comforting one.

He took me to the bed, “you can get some sleep, I will stay here and take care of your mehendi.” I looked at him with a confused face, how did he even know that I am getting sleepy, “it’s okay, Hannie”

“You must be sleepy because of fasting and I bet you were the one who did everyone’s mehendi first and then yours was done in the end.”

How did he know?

“I just know you Noor, I know you.” she smiled at me. Since I couldn’t use my hands, he took my dupatta and kept it on the bed, and helped me to adjust. Since I was still in sitting position, he pulled the comforter to cover half of me.

How can he be such a loving husband, when I started dating him, I never thought I would get such an loving husband and will discover this side of him as well, because back then he was just full of fun and brainy guy, I never saw this coming.

“You can get a nap, Noor. It’s fine trust me.” he got up from the bed and gave me a forehead kiss.

[5:10 pm]

“Noor, noor. Wake up”

“Noor”

I slowly opened my eyes, I saw the lights on and Jeonghan’s face inches apart while he was holding my face softly. Did I really fall asleep? “What’s the time Jeonghan?”

“It’s 5:10 pm already, you need to take this off as well, right?” his another hand was holding mine.

“OH MY GOD YES” I was about to get up in a hurry but he held my hand, “slow down Noor, it’s fine. There’s no hurry and mom didn’t come yet. You’ve time to get ready and I think you already have everything you need today.” I nodded, remembering mom came few days ago and gave me the lehenga and saree, she told me to wear whatever I feel like. That saree was pretty one though, wearing a lehenga, umm.

I slowly got up and went to get over with my mehendi, because it’s fully dried up. After I came back to my room, I saw Jeonghan taking out my saree and jewellery. “Jeonghan” I saw him standing infront of our closet.

I walked towards him, and hugged him from back. “Noor” and he turned to look back at me, his loving eyes were the first thing I ever fell for. He removed the strands of my hair and tugged them behind my ears which were covering my face. “Are you feeling, okay?” I nodded, “Are you sure?” I nodded again, “meri jaan” and kissed my forehead.

He should know that I can never get used to these two words whenever he calls me ‘meri jaan’ I feel like I melt then and there, the way he calls me ‘meri jaan’ it feels like he makes me melt with his voice.

“You should get ready because I will get ready as well, and I took out the saree maa gave to you, because I felt like maybe you want to wear saree tonight.”

“How do you know everything I want to do Hannie~”

“Okay, now go get ready and I will check what will I wear.” I nodded and let go of his waist. I turned around and was about to go towards the bed because he kept my everything there, but he suddenly pulled me by my arm. I collided with his chest lightly, he held both my hands, “your mehendi looks so pretty and the colour looks so beautiful��� he was tracing the mehendi design, “Jeonghan, I need to get ready” I slightly pushed him and left him there. I heard his chuckle from back.

After few minutes, I was almost ready and walked back to the room, I still had to fix my saree and check the pleats if they are done or not. The moment I looked up, my eyes met with Jeonghan, he was looking so beautiful in white kurta. The colour looked so nice on him; I was in awe. It’s very rare to see Jeonghan in traditions and this happens only in occasions which is still rare for me to see him like this.

I was awestruck.

I walked towards him slowly. he was wearing white kurta and it was looking beautiful because of the embroidery on the collar. I almost couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Noor” he called me name and I walked closer to him.

“Yes?” he suddenly knelt down and patted his thighs, I was confused for a second then I saw him holding my payal, “tumhari payal meri jaan”  I was so flustered, oh god, this man, yes my husband is making me go insane.

I gently gave my leg and he put the payal around very gently. Once he was done, he stood up “and it’s done” he smiled at me. I got ready, I wore my kajal and eyeliner, and applied lipstick. Once I was done then I did my hair, I did half braid quickly. I looked at the mirror and saw Jeonghan smiling at me through the mirror. I picked up my earrings and wore it. I was done and suddenly Jeonghan came closer, the close proximity, his breaths were hitting my bare neck, more over because I was wearing a blouse today rather than the kurti I wear usually. He leaned towards the dressing table and picked up a chain, I was about to turn to look at him but then he held my shoulders and stopped me from moving. “Don’t move”

He put the chain on my neck very carefully, then gave a quick peck on my neck. I was taken aback because of this sudden act, “this is for you. I wanted to give this to you today” I turned to look back at him and hugged him tight. I would literally tear up because of the love and affections he gives me.

We heard a knock on my door and I went to open the door, “maa”

“you look so pretty and Jeonghan you’re ready as well” she smiled at us, she held my cheeks and gave me a kiss on my cheeks. I smiled at her, “now let’s go down and let’s do the remaining rituals” I nodded and we went downstairs.

I saw everyone sitting there, I walked carefully along with Jeonghan. After going down I saw, the way everything was kept and decorated, we had to decorate the kalash and other things. Once everything was done, and kept in the thali (a big plate), we had to go the terrace, because we would see the moon there.

After few minutes, the moon came out. I heard maa “the moon is here” then I went to pick up my thali which was on the table and had my head covered with pallu. Then I had to lit up the diya, then kept the diya on the Chhanni then while looking at the moon through the chhannie I had to pour the water from the kalash. Then after keeping the empty kalash on the other side, then I turn to look at Jeonghan and the moment I looked at him, I saw him holding a chhanni and looking at me. I was surprised to see him holding a chhanni and looking at me, “Jeonghan yeh kya kar rahe ho?” (Jeonghan what are you doing?)

“Wahi jo tumhne aaj mere liye kiya hai” 

I was still confused, what was he trying to say, “meri jaan” and once again he goes with ‘meri jaan’ “fast rakha hai tumhare liye meri jaan” (I kept the fast for you my love)

I was taken aback, he kept fast for me and I didn’t know.

“this is the first time Jeonghan ever kept fast for anyone, and you’re the one for whom he kept the fast, this shows how much he loves you” I heard maa say this while completing and almost breaking her fast, she was almost done.

“Ab mujhe yeh chaand ko dekhne ki zaroorat nehi kyunki mujhe apni chaand mil gai hai” 

“Jeonghan…” how could he just say these words so casually, I was tearing up slowly.

“Ho gaya? Kyunki mujhe abhi bhook bhi lagi hai”  I nodded trying not to tear up.

I had to take out the diya from the chhanni and keep it on the thali and chhanni on the table. After that I had to do the arti, once done I smiled at him and he smiled at me. he take the kalash from the thali and helps me drink the water and I do the same. And now I had to hold the thali and bow down, but before I could bow down after fixing my pallu, Jeonghan was quick to touch my feet and I was in disbelief. How could he do, and he didn’t let me touch his feet. He took the kaju katli, from the thali and gives me a bite, I saw him checking out our sides and suddenly he comes closer and takes a bit of the kaju katli as well, our lips touch and he pressed his lips more.

I was too flustered to even react, once he takes a step back, he could see how flustered I was. What if maa saw us, what if- I turn to look at my sides, and no one was here, not maa, papa aur Nishi. They all left and it was just us. I let out a small relief sigh, Jeonghan is insane.

“you’re insane, tum kuch bhi karte ho kahin pe bhi”  I looked at him,

“Haan, I’m insane because of you” he took a pause before speaking, “pata nehi hai tumko?”  and then he kissed my forehead, and says, “lambi umar k liye sirf tum hi kyun dua maango chaand se, maine bhi maang li aaj chaand se tumhare liye lambi umar meri jaan” he took another pause, “jisse ki hamari dono ki lambi umar ho aur mai tumhe issi tarah pyaaar kar sakun hamesha hamesha k liye” I was feeling overwhelmed and couldn’t resist anymore, why was he like this. I quickly gave him a peck. I wanted to love him more than he loves me

He smiled at me and says “Let’s go down now, I’m hungry” we were about to leave and maa comes and says “tumdono ka romance khatam ho gaya ho toh khane chalen?” and all of us burst out laughing and I got so shy.

Jeonghan held my shoulders and we went down, before going down he says, “tujhme raab dikhta hai yaara mai kya karu”

“I love you so much Noor” and kissed my cheeks.

[misguidedasgardian]

The lovely Hallows (I.I)

I. Diagon Alley

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: Your godmother takes you to buy your list of things for Hogwarts, is it a nightmare, luckily, you find your best friend 

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic), reader is a reader insert EXCEPT FOR her last name, I need something to call her by, except for that, she is un-described 

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia (?), that is what i’m going to call for racism against muggles 😂😂with Draco we are going to have a lot of that

Wordcount: 3.0 k

Notes: I’m so excited for this, it took a lot of thinking because first they are children and it’s kinda boring, but I love Harry Potter! I’m a late Potterhead bloomer haha, anyways… here they are! 

Your godmother was more excited than you when she woke you up the very day before school starts. You needed to go to Diagon Alley to pick up your things for your first school year. So you got dressed in a nice skirt, blouse and sweater, and she grabbed your hand as you used the Flu powders inside the house’s chimney

The apparition was immediate and just like that, you were in Diagon Alley, your godmother immediately summoned a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped your face from any cinder or ash.

You had accompanied her to the Alley before, and you walked through the busy street as looked in awe at the owls, the wands and cauldrons, and this time, they will finally going to belong to you 

“I want nothing but the best for my little niece”, you heard your aunt speak out loud, “for her first year at Hogwarts”, many families were walking up and down the alley with smiles on their faces, many first years, and some older, you saw the Weasley family from afar, they were very identifiable with their bright red heads.

You entered the store they just left, for your books, as your godmother gave the list to the store clerk, and as he handed her the books, she started passing them on to your poor house elf that had come with you to help with the shopping. The pile of books became too much, surpassing the poor servant, and you had to take the rest, soon they surpassed you too.

And you exited the store without being able to look at anything.

Luckily Meek teleported itself back to your house, to leave the books, came back to you to grab yours and repeated the action.

“Thank you”, the elf didn’t speak much, he just nodded and apparated out and back again

“Can I get the nimbus 2000?”, you asked your godmother, “please? I’ve been saving coins…”

“You cannot my dear”, she said, pushing you down the street, “we were reminded that first years cannot bring their own broomsticks, maybe for next year”, and it sounded silly, but you wanted to cry, it meant that no quidditch for you

You bought in other stores the brass scale, a telescope (of course the black one with silver details), the cauldron and a beautiful set of antique crystal phials, now you were only missing your wand, and your familiar, and for the last one, you really wanted an owl, even though your godmother had given you that look, she preferred a cat, they were cleaner, but you promised you would clean after your owl.

So when you looked up at your godmother, and found her distracted speaking to an old friend she encountered, you took the opportunity to grab your small purse, and enter the first owlery that was closest to you. 

The store was a little bit run down, and you immediately got hit by a strong smell of bird waste and hay, and the hoots of the beautiful birds, you look at each and every one of them, they were big, small and medium sized, brown ones, even a beautiful snow white one… but a big set of orange eyes caught your eyes

“Are you here to choose your familiar little girl?”, an old man said behind a wooden desk, making you jump, “A owl?”, you nodded, enthusiastically, looking back at your aunt through the glass, she was still speaking to that friend, “Owls are fascinating creatures, very smart, and this ones are already trained to fetch letters and packages”, he said, he pointed to a Barn owl with huge black eyes

“Yeah, I love them”, you said, admiring the bird, but your gaze returned to a silvery cage, at the back of the store, as you looked closely, you noticed those enchanting orange eyes belonged to a big black owl, it’s feathers were ruffled, and she looked a little scruffy, but she was gorgeous, the store manager followed your gaze and smiled nervously

“She is… strange”, the Owl handler said, and you looked at him, “but you felt a bond didn’t you?”, and you nodded

“I want that one”, you said, and he only nodded, walking towards the back of the store and brought you the magnificent creature 

“She is a Southern white-faced owl, but with a strange condition that is called melanism, turn her feathers black you see”, he explained, and she was so beautiful, “Be careful little witch, she bites”, he said, concern when you opened her cage, and he was amazed when the bird let you touch her feathery head

“I’ll take her”, you said with a wide smile

You got out of the shop holding the cage with difficulty, and when you saw your godmother’s face, you knew you had made the right choice

“What is that?”, she asked, pointing at your familiar

“my owl, I just bought it, do you like it?”, you asked simply

“That is not…”, she wanted to fight you but when she saw your “innocent” smile, she knew it was a lost battle already, “I love her”, he said, with a weird fake smile, she sneaked a finger through the bars to pet her, and she bit her

“She bites”, I warned, clearly late, and she just scowled at me

“Let’s get going”, she said, losing her short patience, and you walked behind her, happily

“Miss, let me take that for you”, said Meek, the house elf sworn to your family, but to make the task easy, you opened the cage and let your own perch on your shoulder.

“Thank you”, you said with a shy smile, and then you directed your attention to your owl, how were you going to name her?

“Basilik!”, you heard, behind you, you turned to meet Draco, your very best friend

“Hey Draco”, you said, smiling softly, he reached you, walking down the alleyway, and his mother walked right behind him. 

“You got your familiar I see, my father bought me an Eagle Owl, fearsome creature”, he said 

Draco eyed your big black owl, with round orange eyes

“Weird creature”, he admired, you giggled

“Be careful!”, you warned, when you saw him try to pet her, “She…”

“Au!”, Draco whined, looking at his bloodied finger

“... bites”, you said, smiling apologetically. Draco just glared at your owl and changed sides, walking to your left 

“I heard we will have an unusual amount of mudbloods this year!”, he said, poking his tongue out in sign of disgust

“You are only acting like a tosser because you fear they might be better than you!”, you mocked, trying to change the subject. Draco was your best friend, but when he spoke like that of people, you felt guilty, your chest tightened, you didn’t liked it 

“Yeah sure”, he said bitterly

“Here children, let’s go to Olivander’s”, said Narcissa, grabbing you both by the back of your necks to lead you to the most famous wand maker in the country

The man didn’t even doubt when it came to Draco, he nodded signaling you both to wait with his bony finger, and he went looking for his wand in the back of the store, when he returned, he had in his hand an spotless black box, when it opened, it revealed a perfect shaped wand with a silver handle

“10 inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn core”, he resumed, offering the wand to Draco, he took it, you saw concentration in his hand and the entirety of the wand shined with a golden light. He nodded with a smirk, he had found his wand and it looked like Olivander had made it for himself especially, but you guessed that it was it felt like to everybody

When you looked at the wand maker, he was looking right at you.

“Let’s try this one”, he directed himself to a shelf behind him, he came back with a whitish box in his boney hands

I grabbed the wand he was offering me, it was strange looking, I gave it a wave and a complete book case fell off the wall. You gasped, dropping the wand like it burned 

“Too unyielding”, he said, not even surprised, “strange”, because I was with Draco, he believed me to be deserving of an unyielding wand? I didn't even know what that meant. He looked at you one more time, giving it some thought, and then he went to the back of the store. 

The wand he offered you looked like an ordinary branch picked up from under a tree, you grabbed it in your hand gently, you pointed at no place in particular, and the single flower that was in a pot nearby, died, like immediately, your owl in your shoulder hoot nervously, flapping its wings hitting you in the face 

“NO!”, he said quickly, taking the wand from your hand 

“Sorry”, I whispered, even if it wasn’t my choice. His cloudy eyes met your face one more time, he seemed to be deeply analyzing you

“Let’s see”, he said, waggling his finger, he grabbed a box from a pile on his desk, and he gave it to you, it was a dark brown wand, it look like two branches had come together, twirling, melted together, the handle had metallic details imbedded in the wood. It was quite breathtaking

You held it and you looked at it, you felt as it had a life on it’s own, and it had taken to you, it shined just like draco’s

“Funny”, the man muttered, looking at you through his piercing blue eyes, “I just sold one just like this one, to the little boy before you, it’s twelve and half inches, very pliant, maple wood, dragonstring core”, he resumed, “the maple wood is considered for adventurous wizards, it will polish and nurture  itself as greater it becomes, just like the witch learns new spells”, he said, and you felt pretty proud, this was your wand, it was pretty cool, and the dragonstring core it turned it even cooler 

“Thank you Sr”, you said with a wide smile, admiring your wand 

“Remember little witch, the wand chooses the wizard, this wand called me this morning, knowing her owner was close”, he smiled and you, and you thanked him

“What a bunch of bollocks”, mocked Draco just as you closed the door of Ollivander’s behind you, “you don’t believe that do you?”, he mocked

“I don’t know, sounds pretty cool to me”, you giggled. 

As we were walking down the street, Narcissa and my Godmother behind us, we almost collided with an entire family that was coming out of an old bookstore

“Careful!” 

“Auch!”

“Look where you are going!”, many words were exchanged, not in the best of tones and when you made sure your owl was still perched on your shoulder, you looked up and you found yourself meeting with the Targaryen family

“Targaryen”, greeted Draco, but squinting his eyes and scrunching his nose, like when he did when he didn’t like something in particular

“Malfoy”, the smallest of the three, Aemond, took a step forwards to face him

“Narcissa”, what it looked like to be their mother, showed up behind them, placing her trembling hands on the shoulders of her two older children

“Alicent dear”, you looked up at aunt Narcissa and she was wearing one of those fake smiles that made you cringe, like when you two had done something mischievous but we were in front of someone else and she had to wait to get home to punish us

“Draco has gotten so big”, admired the auburn haired woman, who look as constipated as Narcissa did, even though they were at her house only yesterday

“I believe your youngest starts tomorrow as well?”, she asked

“Yes, Aemond”, she said, “Well only little Daeron is left, but he will start next year”

You looked at the strange looking children, they had even more silver hair than Draco, you’ve hair it was a common trait amongst really pure blooded wizards. The only girl catch you staring and smiled at you, you smiled back

“I’m Helaena”, she was just in front of you so nobody else heard, “she is cute”, she said, she moved a finger to caress my still nameless owl and for your surprise, she didn’t try to bite her

“Thank you, I’m (Y/N)”, you said smiling

“I’m in Hufflepuff, but I think you are going to be in Slytherin”, she muttered

“How do you know?”, you whispered, but you were interrupted, as the adults were saying their goodbyes

“I’ll see you around”, the strange interacted ended before it began, and suddenly you were being dragged again by your Godmother trough Diagon Alley

“My father says they are all blood traitors”, Draco said mockingly, whispering in your ear

“What do you mean?”, you asked back

“They are known for associating with mudbloods and muggles”, he said with that disgusted face you feared was going to get stuck on his face. “Their older sister, Rhaenyra, married a mudblood, Harwin Strong”, he mocked, “It’s embarrassing really, is even more embarrassing the fact that they practiced inbreeding for many generations”, you didn’t know what to make of that 

“Oh”, you looked back to watch the three silver heads walking in the opposite direction, they didn’t look like traitors to you, they didn’t look weird to you, but you didn’t dare to say anything

“We have an appointment with the tailors, sweety”, called my Godmother, “to make your robes for school”, she said excitedly, squeezing your shoulders, “and for merlin’s sake, put that bird away!”, she screeched, Meek appeared by your side with the cage and you reluctantly gave away your owl. 

And you turned to one less busy street, and soon you were before an impressive seamstress shop, elegant and classy. A small bell rang when you entered, and behind a counter a lady with dark hair, glasses and a handmade suit were waiting for you

“Ah! Narcissa darling! so good to see you! Is that Draco? a good little man he has become”, her voice was thunderous and high pitched, it made you want to cover your ears

“Isn’t he? we are here to get his robes for his first years at Hogwarts”, she said proudly, and then, she looked down at you

“And who is this sweetling?”

“(Y/N) Basilik”, presented your aunt

“She is so delicious, come, come!”, 

And as this lady placed you and Draco in a literal pedestal and took your measures, pieces of fabric flied from the shelved and to your body, you giggled when a turmoil of thread, fabrics, and silver needled all guided by that woman dressed you in your school uniform

“Will they go to Slytherin?”, she asked

“Of course”, is the only thing you heard 

 Then Narcissa took you to a Belgium tea shop, where of course Draco and you indulged in Belgium chocolate, drinking it, and eating as much as you could.

And then your godmother took you home

You lived in her house, mansion more like it, your godmother was a close friend of your family, your mother’s sister, and she was named your godmother when you were born.

And when your parents died, she became your guardian, she took you in when you were barely a baby, your father on his side had no known relatives, and your mother only had her after her parents passed when you were little. And you were being raised in your family home.

She has given you a comfortable life, your family lineage on your mother’s side assure her, you and many generations to come would live comfortably without having to work a day in your life.

Your aunt liked to move in amongst pure-bloods, amongst wizarding royalty, and that is how you were brought up, with Draco as your best friend, living in luxury.

You liked this life

Your parents died when you were barely a baby, in the first Wizarding war, they said they were death eaters, but your aunt never liked to discuss it, and you didn’t want to even ask. You felt something was wrong, she’d say she will tell you about it when you are older 

So you never asked again.

Deep down you preferred, living comfortably in a gray line between wrong and right, light and darkness, goodness and evil

But you didn’t want to dwell on this.

Tomorrow, you started at Hogwarts.

School for witchcraft and wizardry

You were excited, so excited you could barely sleep.

Tomorrow your godmother was taking you to King Cross station to take the Hogwarts express, you always liked trains, you were looking forward to it.

You were longing to burst out of that bubbled your aunt has created around you, you wanted to meet new people, make friends, but most of able, you were dying to learn spells, use magic, make potions, you were looking forwards to it

Your owl hooted by the window where you placed her cage, and you looked at her huge orange eyes. How were you going to name her?

Umbra

It meant shadow in Romanian 

You liked that, she looked like a shadow, perched in her silver cage. 

You were so nervous you actually prepared everything for the next day, what you were going to wear, you prepared your trunk with all the things you had bought, you couldn’t wait, you were so excited.

Tomorrow, it was going to be the start of a new life. 

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6: Which Batcher would you want to be your coworker at your irl job?

I am unfortunately unemployed,, lmao. Technically a full-time student and a housemaid so if we're going off that then I would say I'd want Echo to be my 'coworker' because I think he'd be more than willing to give a helping hand (or scomp, lol) when and if I should need it. But if we're talking like what I hope to be doing in the future which is whatever thing that has to do with screenwriting, teaching, or creative writing; I'm going with Tech. I think Tech and I would get along very well because we're both on the spectrum and we could just like parallel play and be cool with just that.

20: Which Batcher has the 'weirdest' taste in music?

Unrelated note, Echo is a k-pop fan and I'll die on this hill (and he's a Broadway fan). I think the person who has the 'weirdest' taste in music is probably Tech and I say 'weirdest' in the sense that he will listen to whatever genre. He simply does not care. You shuffle his liked songs and you feel like you're having a stroke. It's a mix of old dad rock that Hunter and Wrecker enjoy, it's the punk and emo shit Crosshair listens to, there's some old/first-gen K-pop in there, he listens to Los Panchos and Vicente Fernández. County? Sure, why not? He's a big fan of Beyoncé. He knows all the words to Rap God. He listens to Broadway songs and game OSTs. Omega makes him listen to those fan songs of video games. Catch him crying and listening to Mitski at 3 am in the morning. I could go on and on.

30: Tell me a random headcannon you have about Omega.

A random headcanon I have about Omega is that she has a good night routine. Like the book "Goodnight Moon" before she hits the hay she says goodnight to anything and everything. Of course she starts out with her brothers–"Good night Hunter. Good night Echo. Good night Tech. Good night Wrecker."–Then she goes on her personal items and Gonky–"Good night Lula. Good night trooper. Good night Gonky."–Then the ship and surrounding things–"Good night Marauder. Good night stars. Good night planets."–and then when everything is said and done and everything is silent she'll stare out into space and whisper, "Good night Crosshair."

38: What color do you associate with each Batcher?

Ooh, this is a fun one! Honestly, my answers are super basic, but eh. For Hunter, it's red, mainly because he's the squad leader and one of the main colors of the squad is red so automatically he gets that. While he does look good in teal, I think red's his color. For Echo it's a deep blue, mainly because of his time spent with the 501st but also because it's a calming color and Echo is just someone you'd want to be around to feel calm and safe. For Wrecker it's yellow; the color I associate with any positive/bubbly character for obvious reasons, but also it's my sister's favorite color and she's the sweetest person ever so I think it's a fitting color. It's a warm color and I'm sure he gives warm hugs <3 For Tech it's oranges/browns. Typically I tend to associate purple with 'smart' characters because of Donatello from TMNT, but orange/brown is just a more fitting color for Tech and I can't really describe why. Maybe it's the s2 armor? For Crosshair it's green because of his Imperial armor and I guess also because it symbolizes growth? In a sense? Also it's not one of my favorite colors, lol. For Omega, I associate her with teal colors. Something like the ones on her outfit from S1 but also because I love her so much and teal is my favorite color as well.

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Caught-up in the Rain - Part 2 

Where The Storm Gathers - Chapter 10.2

Pairing: Stable Lad! Calum x Princess! Reader Summary: The storm is here. The Princess is not where she should be and Calum has to find her before is too late. Armed forces are waiting for the right moment to attack. The opposing army, led by Ashton, Luke and Michael know that something isn't right. There's no time left, everything ends here. Warnings: Angst. Violence. Blood. Mentions of abuse, torture, child abuse. Language. Fighting. Death. Character deaths. Wounds. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, im sorry) Word count: 17.1 k Author's Note: This is the second to last chapter! it took me a while to get here but I hope I made justice to these characters. Thank you to everyone who read this series so far, I love you so so so much. Remember that Reblogs, comments, likes and feedback are incredibly important 💕 hope you like it and happy reading 🦋✨🌻 My master list // tag list on bio!

“My name is Y/N Irwin, Princess of RoseWood and the Kingdom’s youngest Rose. I came here to provide… to provide… Wait, how was it?” 

Calum jumped from a stack of hay, letting his boots crash and splatter on a small puddle of mud. Y/N frowned as a few droplets hit her dress, not because it got dirty, but because she wanted to jump into a puddle as well but according to Wingsburg it was “Unladylike” 

Well, she was never really “ladylike” if she’s being honest. She doesn’t like this whole performance of being a princess. She would much rather be running around the woods, getting sticks stuck to her hair, rolling in the mud with her best friend… She wanted to be a child. Not someone with such a huge responsibility on her nine-year-old shoulders. 

“To provide comfort and support for my Kingdom,” Calum read from a piece of parchment, scratching the back of his head “Until my dying days, I’m yours as long as you are mine…. Okay, that sounds like you’re getting married to RoseWood” 

“Eew,” The little princess cringed as she sat down on the grass, not caring anymore about how the maid will react “I give up,” 

“Rose-”

“I will never learn it!” She threw her arms up, falling dramatically on her back “I’m a princess failure!” 

She covered her eyes with her small hands, groaning into them as her mind ran through a hundred plans to escape from the dreading party. 

Calum sighed as he laid down next to her “You’re not a failure” 

“Tell that to my father,” She said with a sad tone. 

It was her father’s idea to make her and Ashton swear loyalty to RoseWood on the upcoming anniversary of the Kingdom. Technically, neither of them could do it until they were of age, and there was a whole ceremony about it. But King Richard is inviting people from all over the continent and - as he told them one night - “Would not tolerate embarrassments” Though he was looking at her when he said it. 

“I don’t even know why I have to do it, you know?” She complained, looking at Calum “Ashton is going to be King, and when he’s of age he’s going to have yet a thousand parties where he could swear to the wine in father’s goblet if he wants. I’m just me, I don’t matter as they do” 

“Don’t say that,” Calum pleaded quietly, but she didn’t hear.

“I just want to be free!” She exclaimed, raising her arms to the sky “Or at least free enough that I don’t have to go through any more of “I’m the Princess bla bla bla” It’s not like the Kingdom knows who I am or what I can do…” She sighed “If I had the chance many things would change around here… But I’m just the girl in the family” 

Calum sighed with her, looking sadly at the girl whose broken heart was guarded from the outside. But he knew her too well. He knew that even though she was resting importance on her role, she still wants to make it right; to seek the approval of her father and make him proud. 

When Calum first met Y/N, the Queen was already on her deathbed. Y/N talked about her as if she were the most beautiful and kind woman on the planet - Calum could argue that his mom, sister, and even Y/N herself could be up for that title as well but he didn’t say it out loud - and when she died just a couple of weeks later, the world of the little Princess of Rosewood came crashing down in front of his eyes. 

He saw the confusion in the Princess’ eyes when her father stopped hugging her or even talking to her in a kindly manner. He saw how the tears clouded her eyes when they talked about the good fathers in the stories they read together, and how most of them were corrupted by the presence of an evil stepmother. 

“Maybe my story is different,” She said to him one day as they played pretend. She must’ve been seven years old, but her heart was already broken “Maybe I got the bad dad and I might get a good stepmother who would love me” She sighed “But father made it clear that he won’t ever marry again, he got pretty mad when I asked if he ever would” 

Calum couldn’t understand why a father would treat their children like that. He would look back on his own life and consider himself lucky, even if that thought sat heavily on his heart. Yes, his family was poor, but he never once saw his father with a bad temper, nor did his mother frown or curse or even get mad for longer than an hour. So he couldn’t understand why a father could be so… cruel. 

“It’s not fair,” He said in a whisper, looking into her eyes.

Y/N sighed “I never said it was. In fact, I think I might never say it out loud to anyone but you, Cal. You’re the only one I can trust” 

Calum looked as if he was about to say something else, but the Princess just shook her head and sat up straight.

“Still, I need to get this speech right. Even if it won’t change anything, I still have to try” 

The stable lad gave her a sad smile. The conflicting feelings of sadness and pride held in his eyes as he, too, sat up and clapped his hands. 

“Alright, let’s think,” He said as he put on a thinking face that made Y/N giggle “You’re an amazing storyteller, and a decent actress-”

“Decent?!” 

“- An amazing actress, sorry” Calum laughed as he avoided the small fist that was going to crash - painlessly - on his arm “So think of this speech as one of the speeches in our stories! You can pretend you’re a warrior princess and this is the ‘confronting the villain’ speech” 

Y/N smiled widely “Calum that’s an incredible idea! Only we need to find a villain,” 

“I can be-”

“You wouldn't hurt a fly, Cal. You nearly cried when you saw a chipmunk fall from the tree”

“I’m willing to fight!” Calum protested. 

“Yeah? When?” 

“If someone hurts you,” He said almost immediately, blushing when the words finally hit his brain. Yet, a rush of bravery came through him as he saw the Princess blush as well “I would fight off anyone that tries to hurt you, Rose. You know that, right?” 

She pressed her lips on a thin line and nodded. Of course, he would defend her, that’s what best friends do, right? 

“Still, you’re not a villain, Calum. We need to find someone who-... I know!”

Next thing he knew, Calum was holding Y/N’s hand - and not overthinking about it, of course - as she ran through the castle pulling him with her, passing through doors and halls Calum has never visited before but that with the speed of Y/N’s steeps, also didn’t have time to admire. And, in a matter of seconds, they are crossing a huge wooden door and into the library, where they find the Young Prince sitting with a book. 

“Y/N/N? What are you-?” Ashton starts, but it’s immediately cut off by his little sister. 

“We need you to play the villain” She pants, still holding Calum’s hand. 

Ashton raised a brow, looking between the two of them “And why…?” 

“For me to practice the speech!”

“You haven’t learned that yet?” 

Y/N glared at her brother “Don’t be condescending, Ash” 

“I still don’t get why I should be the villain” He sighed as he closed his book “Aren’t you too old to play these games?” 

“Not if you play with us,” Calum casually said, making Ash chuckle as he smiled at them “She will learn it faster and better if we help her think it’s an act. You know? If she’s a warrior princess that wants to defend her kingdom”

“And why aren’t you the villain, then?” Ashton asked with a knowing smirk. Calum rolled his eyes.

“Because your sister thinks I can’t hurt a fly” 

“Because you can’t”

“She’s right, you can’t” Ashton added “Unless that fly were to hurt her” And once again, he smiled as the two of them blushed red “Fine, I’ll be the villain, what do you want me to do?” 

So they spent the entire evening playing outside. Ashton brought a dark cape and a mock sword, and he also lent Calum one and taught him a few moves as Y/N prepared to give her speech. Soon enough, that dress was covered in mud as she tackled Ashton and rolled down the grass, with Calum laughing so hard he had to sit down, only for the siblings to later jump on him in an unexpected truce. 

It is one of Y/N’s fondest memories. And the only one giving her courage now.

*

There was one last cell to visit. One last cell to convince. One last hope that maybe she has done one thing right by her people.

She didn’t know how long it had been since she breathed anything but humidity and blood. All she knew is that she had to hurry so the soldiers and civilians trapped in the cells until it was time to fight could have a chance to go back to Ashton’s army or their homes. A chance of survival or a chance of freedom, it all seemed the same. And it’s the last thing she could do, or at least that’s what she tells herself. 

By now, she has liberated six cells in total, none of them refused her offer for none of them were willing to fight for their crooked King anyway. She didn’t know how many had reached Ashton already, or if some of them had been caught or betrayed her. But it was a risk that they had to take, all of them. And as time keeps passing by, she can only hope it’ll be alright. 

The clinking of the keys distracted her from her own mind, but her hands still shook as she advanced through the dark, cold hallway. She could hear hushed voices becoming a bit louder as she walked, knowing she was on the right track. 

Yet all the voices got quiet the moment she stepped into view.

“Good morning,” Y/N breathed, nodding slightly as she stood in front of the cell. 

The men didn’t respond. But she would barely call them men as they seemed no older than thirteen. Was her father really going to send children into war? 

“Miss?” Said one brave soldier whose face still resembled the one from infancy “What are you-?”

“I’m going to get you out,” Y/N said, putting her hands to work as she tried to open the lock. 

“Out? Is it time to fight?” Said another boy. 

“No, no fighting,” She said, trying to keep herself from crying at the sound of their broken voices “Not for you,” 

But her words did nothing to soothe the kids who shared scared glances as some of them started to cry. 

“No, my lady!” The first boy cried “Don’t send us back to him!” 

“Back to whom?” 

“To the King!” 

“He’ll kill us! He promised he will!” 

“Let us fight!” Cried the second boy, “We will fight! Just don’t hurt our families, please!” 

Finally, the lock broke. And one of the boys launched himself at her feet, begging.

“Please, please, my lady!” He sobbed “We will do anything he asks for, but please. don’t send us back with him! We know that the ones who do never come back” 

Y/N’s heart shattered as she looked down at the boy. His big, watery, brown eyes reminded her of Calum’s when he was just a kid. When she looked at the other children, she could see the desperation in their eyes and the determination of choosing to die on a battlefield than at the merciless hands of her father, of their King. And, for just a moment, she could see herself reflected on those boys. She could see the same fear she felt at their age, the same uncertainty and resignation of a fate that was both cruel and unfair. Only that back then she had Calum and Ashton for support, and now Luke and Michael. But these kids… who was on their corner? 

With a shake of her head, she leaned down to help the boy stand back on his feet and took a step forward.

“You will not die today,” She said firmly, looking at every single one of them “You have my word, you shall not face danger any longer. Where are your families?” 

“We don’t know,” answered one of the kids, “We haven’t seen them since-“ 

But the silence was the answer. None of them knew how long it had been since they were separated from their homes to fight a war they had no part. 

“You shall go to the woods then,” Y/N said, calmly “You will find an old tree in the middle of it, surrounded by bushes and roses. You will wait there until it is over” 

“But the King-“

“I’ll handle him,” She said, surprised by the steadiness of her voice “He will not hurt any of you, I won’t allow it” 

“And if he hurts you, my lady?”

“He won’t,” She said, she hoped.

“How do you know?” 

Y/N took a breath of courage “My name is Y/N Irwin, Princess of RoseWood and the Kingdom’s youngest Rose. I came here to provide comfort and support for my Kingdom, until my dying days, I’m yours as long as you are mine. And I promise you, here and now, my father won’t hurt my people anymore. Not as long as I’m alive”

*

If Ashton had the choice to do whatever he wanted for the next fifteen minutes, it would’ve been safe to say he would just sit on the grass and allow himself to cry and panic about everything that’s been happening even before his father imprisoned him. 

But he can’t. He doesn’t get the chance to. He might never if he’s being honest. 

A prince does not cry. A prince does not show emotion. A prince should learn to be a king, not a princess. A prince has to lead, always show face, and make decisions that would benefit him. A prince learns to shut up and let the grown-ups speak. A prince knows his place. A prince does not talk back to his father, no matter how wrong he thinks he is. A prince is not a pussy. A prince is not weak. A prince does not get scared. A prince should learn, by the gods, he should learn a thing or two to be worth it of such name and title. And Ashton? That’s all he knows, all he learned. 

Yet things are not that simple. Even with his father’s words resonating inside his head, knowing just how wrong he was, he cannot shake them. He can’t shake what he’s learned or what he’s become because of those words tainted in his brain. 

All those years of silent torture, hiding behind the mask his father created for him at such a young age since that first slap when he cried over his mother’s grave. He’s a product of the intentions of a cruel man; a man who knew nothing about what really means to be a leader or even a father. A man that made him more like him than Ashton would ever admit. 

But a prince does not cry. A prince leads. And, right now, he would wear that mask one more time. Anything to make him pretend he’s as brave as his people think he is. For his kingdom and the crown that’s been promised, and for his family’s sake; he will fight, goddammit, and he will win. By the gods, he will win. 

As he looked at his troops, fighting the tightening in his chest as the early winds caressed his face, he prayed one last time. And if there was at least a god somewhere, they better be listening. 

“Ashton,” Luke called next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder “They are almost here” 

The young king’s voice was steady and hard, a true leader’s command. But Ashton recognized that look in his eyes, asking the question he desperately wanted an answer to as well but wasn’t able to provide it. 

“We won’t get to the palace in time,” Ashton said, “There’s nothing we can do for them but to win here and hope for the best” 

“We are ready when you are. Michael is already giving out the last orders with this change of plans” 

“I swear those two deserve each other,” The prince commented with a humorless chuckle “One more reckless than the other”

“Isn’t that what love is?” Asked Luke “Pure recklessness to save the one you love?” 

That last memory of the forest flashed through Ashton’s mind, maybe if he could be braver… more reckless…

Luke must’ve noticed the change in the prince’s eyes, the hurt and doubt that resided in them. 

“I don’t blame them,” He said “One is willing to do even the craziest thing out of love” 

“Maybe,” said Ashton “I just hope they won’t get into any trouble till we get there” 

“Afraid you’ll miss all the fun?” 

“I’m afraid the fun finds them before we do” He scoffed, settling on his horse “We’ll have to stay and fight until we know the others can hold them off. Then we’ll ride into the palace. If Richard is as cowardly as he proved himself to be, once we get there he would have no other chance but to surrender” 

“And if he doesn’t?” 

But Ashton didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Yet, he knew the answer. They all did. 

Only two options were at hand: Either RoseWood would have a new king, or it’ll be the end of all things as they knew it. Whatever happens, is up to fate to decide which side they are on. But one thing is for certain; tonight the thrones around Ashton’s heart will finally bleed and all that pain and suffering might be worth something in the end. It will all be over one way or another. 

Ashton was about to say something to Luke when the sound of hooves coming from the East alerted them as the dark shadows of the enemy started to come out of the woods and into the field. Ashton’s gaze turned hard as he gave one last nod at Luke who soon got into position next to his army. 

Armies of iron and steel lined up parallel to them, almost surpassing them in size. He almost smiled at that, thinking of his sister who liberated the imprisoned soldiers that now fought by his side. Without them, they would be at a disadvantage in terms of people. 

Both sides just stood there, waiting in silence for their leader’s command. General Chaviet of King Richard’s army was in front of all of them, sitting on his horse with a smirk, looking straight at the prince he once held captive. Ashton paid no mind to him as he scanned the enemy’s lines, looking for the familiar pair of eyes that mimicked his own, and finding nothing but strangely familiar faces looking back at him. The soldiers were right, King Richard was not going to fight the battle, thinking he already won the war. 

But Ashton was more than ready to prove him wrong. All he had to do was wait for them to give the first step and he’ll show them just how not to mess with the monster they’d created. 

He almost smiled as Chaviet raised his sword, falling straight for their trap, and crying out a yell of war, guiding his army into battle. 

Ashton waited till they got close before he yelled “Archers!” 

A thousand arrows fell down the sky like rain, straight into the enemy’s lines before they’d even reached the meadow. They came crashing down into the bodies of the soldiers and the horses, making them fall as the unaware stampede crushed them to the ground before they even realized what they had done. And, once they did, another batch of that unforgiving aim came to flood them once again. 

With a part of their troops already lost and confused by the mayhem, Ashton looked to his left and signaled King Alex’s commander, who led his army with a battle cry as they surprised the enemy by crashing them at the sides instead of the front. Then, he watched as Luke’s calvary took the first position; the army of the Vail making all the legends true of their bravery and savagery in battle as their swords shined crimson in a matter of seconds. 

But Ashton knew this was far from over, this was just the beginning. This was his war and it was time to fight it. 

With one last deep breath, he took his sword from its scabbard and pointed it to the battlefield, lurching himself forward in his horse as the wind cut his face with a silent scream. All his soldiers followed him, ready to fight and die for the rightful King of RoseWood.

And, as Ashton reached the heart of the battle, the point of no return was already crossed.

*

Time ran out a while ago. The palace’s walls never seemed so suffocating before, or at least they never seemed it for Y/N as she ran down the hallways. 

The last group of soldiers was liberated just before they came looking for them. Y/N guided the children out of the dungeons by showing them the way toward the secret staircase and door that led them toward the woods, but it was too late for her to go with them as the guards that came looking for them seemed to be getting closer. 

It was foolish to think that no one would notice how the dungeons that were once filled with innocent people were now empty, especially being so close for them to leave for battle. So when a group of guards yelled out curses at yet another empty cell, she knew she had to stall them long enough for the kids to escape safely. 

She went back into the dungeons, far enough so that the guards won’t be able to see her, but they’ll be able to hear her with the echo of the humid, rotting walls. She grabbed a forgotten manacle that lay on the floor, still covered in someone’s dried blood, and pressed it along the iron bars of the cells. When she heard the guards coming closer to where the children were, she started to run, making the iron clash against one another and creating a sound so horrible and loud it’ll be impossible for the guards to ignore. 

She ran as fast as she could, grabbing random things from the floor and throwing them against the walls and the iron doors. She jumped from hallways to pathways to hallways again, never running down the same path again and avoiding the ones that had no way out. The echo confused the guards who were never sure of where the sound was coming from, running in circles after the ghost the princess created. 

“There she is!” Someone yelled behind her. 

She heard footsteps approaching, but she didn’t dare to look back as she kept on sprinting down the halls and out of the dungeons. The guards were gaining speed behind her. Y/N started to throw things their way; old vases, decorative armor, and busts of family members that she’d never met nor will ever. Anything to slow them down.

But she still had the advantage; this was her home. They didn’t know the castle as she did. They didn’t know how many hidden roses were on the walls nor how many steps to the next door. The Princess used to walk these halls every day, hiding from her tutors and playing with Ashton and Calum to hide and seek. She would sneak around every other night to see her lover in the woods, falling for him harder each night. It was then that Y/N realized that she knew this place by heart. She just had to keep running. But they were coming closer and closer, and-

A scream of surprise escaped her when suddenly something - or rather someone - grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a dark room, closing the door and quickly silencing her by putting their hand on top of her mouth. 

Y/N could only open her eyes in panic as she reached behind her, trying to scratch this person’s face. Her back was against the person’s chest and their other arm was holding her by rounding her waist, making it impossible for her to fight back properly. She would bite and kick but it was all futile; her muffled screams did nothing to even freak out her captor, immovable as they were. Only a particular kick in the shin made them react. 

“Fucking-!” They hissed but kept their hold. “Honey, I love you and I wouldn’t be telling you this in another situation but could you please shut up!?” 

Her whole body stilled as her eyes, wide and alert, began to fill with unshed tears at the sound of that voice. The voice she thought she might never hear again because of her recklessness and impulsivity. A warm feeling of love ran through her body, but at the same time the same feeling of dread she felt back in the camp. What was he doing there? He shouldn’t be here at all! He should be safe back in the camp, the beverage should’ve lasted more! What-?

Yet, Y/N could barely think straight after a moment because the footsteps suddenly became louder and clearer outside the door. It seemed they'd waited an eternity as the shadows passed running, not a single glance in their direction as they theorized out loud where the intruder could be. 

They waited a second, two, three… until only silence surrounded them. 

A sigh escaped Calum’s lips. Y/N felt how he relaxed, his chest firm against her back but breathing steadily as he softened his grip on her. She stayed there a while longer, just living in the feeling of his beating heart matching with hers as they came down from the adrenaline shot. It seemed to like hers couldn’t calm down, not only from all the running and wondering if she would even escape, but also from the reaction Calum might have when seeing her again.

She pulled away after a while, walking with her back turned toward him as she tried to collect her thoughts. What would she even say? Was it even worth it saying anything at all knowing he might never forgive her? In a way, she hoped he wouldn't forgive her at all. A clear path for him to get away from all this madness and from her, who only brought him trouble since the day she said “I love you” How many people suffered because of it? How much did Calum lose just because she was selfish enough to let him love her? 

Still, there was nowhere to run, nothing more to hide. They were the only ones in that dark room; they and fate who was waiting as the grim reaper to collect yet another broken heart. 

Taking a deep breath filled with courage, Y/N turned around, and it was like facing reality after a big hit of denial. 

Calum was standing there, shoulders slumped and defeated the moment he saw her. His eyes were sad but even in the dark, she could see they held more than just that. The clothes he wore barely had any sort of protection, she’d assumed he barely got time to put anything on before he went looking for her. And for what? she wanted to ask him. Hasn’t she hurt him enough? 

“Cal- I…” She began, but there were no words left in her throat that would give him a sufficient answer, or at least enough to justify the unjustifiable “I-”

“Stop,” He said, shaking his head and closing the distance between them “Just, stop”

His hands were cupping her face before she knew it. Senseless mumbles were quickly silenced by his lips on hers, kissing her as if it were the first time. 

It was almost magical in a sense. How she could melt into his embrace with just a simple touch. They just fit, as if their souls were made out of the same burning fire and cut with the same sword. It was magical how their senses could shut down and expand at the same time, feeling everything yet nothing from the outside world could touch them. It was them, just them. 

The touch of his lips against her own, how he kissed her with all that he had, and how she gave it back, all of her for him. She was fully aware of him; of how his tongue pressed against her bottom lip, going as far as she would let him when she parted them; how his hands were at either side of her waist, holding her close as his fingers found their permanent marks against her skin; how the hairs at the back of his neck would rise with every graze of skin she would give, feeling alive, finally alive after so long. 

Calum pressed his forehead against hers, both of them catching their breath as his hand found hers and brought her up to his chest, over his heart. 

“Do you feel this?” He asked, eyes closed and a shaky voice as he leaned down for another brief kiss “My heart beats for you, every hour of every day, you’re very purpose to keep going. It won’t stop, and it’ll never stop, Y/N. My rose. My wife. It’s yours for as long as you want it and even more than that” 

“Calum-” 

“Kill me, if you must. But do it with your bare hands, your voice, and your touch” His eyes pleaded with her “Don’t keep me away from you, don’t go without me. And if fate ever decides to break up apart all I ask is for me to go first. Let me go first, as selfish as that sounds because I won’t be able to tolerate a life if it doesn’t have you in it” 

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears “How can you say those things? How could you still want me after everything?” 

Calum cupped her cheek, making her look him in the eyes. 

“Because I love you. More than life itself, more than anything. And I don’t know how many times I’ll have to say it for you to believe it, but I’m not going anywhere, my rose. Not now, not ever. So don’t say you’re sorry, because I know your reasons and I forgive them, knowing I would’ve done the same. Don’t say I’ll be better off somewhere else with a new life because it’s not true nor will it ever be. I belong with you, by your side”

“And I with you,” She said, a tear falling from her eye that he quickly caught “I don’t deserve you”

“How many times till you understand that you do?” 

“I’ve hurt you” 

“I can take it,” He said with a smile. She shook her head. 

“I love you-”

“How could that not be enough?” 

“It is. It’s always been” 

“Then let me,” He whispered against her lips “Let me love you,” 

A simple nod said more than a thousand words as Y/N closed the gap between them, bringing Calum closer and kissing him with a taste of salt due to the tears. Calum, on his part, placed his hands on her waist again, walking them back to the wall as the world fades away for a moment. 

“O-Ouch” Y/N complained as her back hit something, not necessarily a wall. Calum pulled away almost immediately.

“Are you okay? Did I-?”

“No, you didn’t” She sighed, rubbing her middle back “I think I hit a doorknob? Something pointy for sure” 

They took a step back, the princess next to the stable lad as they tried to see something in the darkness of the room. They could make the shape of a frame, but the shadows of its content were hidden from sight. 

“Where even are we?” Asked Calum.

“I wish I knew. I’d never entered this part of the castle before. And not because I hadn’t tried, but it was always locked for some reason” 

She looked around the room, trying to find something that could bring some light into the room. A candlestick, for example. But there was no such luck. 

“I thought I saw some light over here,” Calum said, walking with her toward a fine line of light “A window” 

With just one look, they nodded and got to work trying to open the wooden lids that seemed to have been stuck for nearly a decade or more. In the end, after a few minutes of pulling and trying to avoid splinters, the wood finally broke. 

“Is that-?” Y/N asked when she turned around, eyes widening at the sight.

“You?”

They didn’t know what they were expecting, but for sure it wasn’t that. A portrait that was as tall as the room itself, a lady in the middle of it. She was beautiful; smiling kindly at them; her clothes were of the uttermost white, contrasting with the red roses she held in her lap. Her eyes seemed filled with joy and hope, looking at someone behind the artist who was trying to make her laugh. She looked so much like Y/N, that for a second she thought she was looking at herself in the painting.

“No…that’s” She said, choking up as recognition crossed her face “That’s my mum”

Y/N walked over to the portrait, her fingers grazing the fabric as a teary smile drew her features.

“I- I haven’t seen her in so long, I- I was forgetting what she looked like. First, it was her voice, then her touch but- I never meant to forget her completely” 

“You haven’t” Calum chimed in, walking to her and hugging her from behind “You always carried her with you. Remember how you used to tell me all the stories she used to tell you? How you always did a little toast in secret when it was her birthday? You even used her dress… You didn’t forget her. Not in the ways that mattered”

“I wish you could’ve met her” 

“I did. In a way I did. Knowing you and Ashton, I knew the best of her already” He kissed her cheek “She was beautiful” 

“The most beautiful rose in the kingdom, my father used to say” She sighed, looking into her mother’s eyes “Why in the world is she here?” 

“Your father must’ve hid her here, maybe if we look closer we’ll find more of her” 

Y/N sighed sadly, “She doesn’t deserve this. To be locked out as a bad memory” 

“Then we’ll bring her back, my rose. I promise” 

She nodded, but it seemed like she didn’t hear him at all “Could I have a moment, please?” She asked. 

And even though there wasn’t a lot of room there, Calum listened and moved to the window, far enough so that he wouldn’t hear the private words whispered by a daughter to her mother.

“Hi, mummy” Y/N whispered with a little laugh “I- I spent my life missing the memory of you, I didn’t think I’ll be able to miss you this much, we barely even had time to share our love. Ashton did a good job, he taught me everything you taught him. I know he misses you the most and he wouldn’t have done all that he did if he didn’t think it’ll make you proud. 

I tried to as well, to make you proud. But truth is, I don’t know if you would. Would you love me the same? Or would you push me aside as he did? If I’m honest I’d rather not know. But I think I did pretty good for myself, didn’t I mum? I married for love, just like you did. I made friends… I just hope I can keep it all. Does that make me selfish? 

I know dad is hurt, he’s been hurt for a long time. And I wish I could forgive him, but-” She sighed “He needed you. We all did. But we’ll make it right. Ashton will be a great king, we all know he will. And when he wins, we’ll bring you back to where you deserve, next to the roses hidden in the walls you loved so much. I promise you, no one will ever forget Queen Arianna again. Please, mother, give me strength” 

She smiled to herself as she turned back to Calum who was looking through the window, a worried expression on his face. Y/N frowned.

“What’s wrong?” 

“There’s smoke coming from the horizon after the woods” He turned to her “The battle has begun. We need to get out of here” 

*

His uncle always told him that the battlefield smelled like blood, dead, and shit. And as he brings yet another crow down, Michael wishes he never had to know this firsthand. 

The men of the Vail were always ready to fight, always ready for war as if Ares himself had birthed the kingdom and raised it as his own. But peace reigned for so long that all the training seemed useless till now. Oh, how he wished he’d never had to use these skills in battle. Yet, he knew better than anyone that the time might come anyways. He was the King’s first guard, after all, he would lay his life on the line for Luke to have even a slim chance of survival. 

But Luke is nowhere to be found. Luke is in the middle of a battle, angry at Michael and he can’t find him. He’s been looking for more than an hour. Swinging his sword, attacking the enemy back and forth and winning each time, but no sign of his King.

He would be lying if he said that bringing down crows didn’t bring him any type of satisfaction. But every time he’d advance on his search for Luke, another crown would come trying to prove their bravery by fighting the commander of the Vail. Michael would just roll his eyes, and in a matter of a few hits, he’d bring the crow back to their maker. Besides, he noticed his body slowly starting to shut off. 

Michael didn’t take the potion today. Convinced he was going to die today one way or another, he figured that the false strength of Samson in a bottle would do nothing but tire him sooner as it has been doing lately. Still, he can feel the absence of the elixir take a toll; he was limping on his right leg, and it hurt to breathe. And he needed Luke.

Ever since they were children they fought side by side. They’ve trained side by side; they’ve caused trouble side by side; they have been there for each other, through the good and the bad. And if Michael was going to die tonight, he’d do it by Luke’s side, defending his King till his last breath. 

“Motherfucker, where are you?!” He mumbled angrily as he made his way through the battlefield. Avoiding the bodies on the muddy ground and the calls of the crows that were still alive. Nothing else mattered to him, but to find Luke and make sure he was safe in the mass mutiny. 

He didn’t mind what happened earlier that morning when he couldn’t find the leaves. He didn’t mind the shame nor the tears that adorned his face, that was his problem, the one he created for himself and that still believes he shouldn’t apologize for. What he cared about was the man who saw through him with such pain and anger, something he couldn’t shake away no matter how hard he tried. He knows, he hurt him and he wanted nothing more than to make it right before it was too late. 

The look on Luke’s face was haunting him, and the silence that followed throughout the day was nothing but damaging to his already lost soul. He knew he’d be better off, sparing him from the view of his living corpse. But the selfish want in his heart only begged him to find his lover, just one last time to make sure he’d be fine. 

“Luke!” He’d call carelessly, not minding at all the enemies that his voice might attract. There was one thing on his mind and he would get through everything to see him again “Luke!” 

Yet no one answered. 

So he wandered. He wandered for what felt like forever, looking over his shoulder and passing the trees. He saw Ashton’s mighty sword striking down the enemy, a gaze filled with rage as he crossed the hearts of the ones that were against him in battle. He saw good men die as a crow with much more force won them over and claimed their lives. He counted one, two, three… more bodies coming down. And, as horrible as it might sound, a breath of relief escaped him when the faces of the fallen looked nothing like his King. 

It was when his hopes were at his lowest and the thunder above at the loudest when he found him, much later. 

The King of the Vail, as valiant as always, stood at the top of one of the lowest hills the terrain had to offer. The armor at his chest shone against the first drops of drizzle that came from the sky, showing proudly the sigil of his kingdom. He held the sword with both hands, bloody, dirty, and bruised, clenching his teeth as he swung at the man with dark armor, making him lose his knife and fall to his knees. Luke wasted no time, for he learned the bad way, that's something one barely has, and sunk his blade to the man’s side, pushing the body away with his foot and letting it roll down the hill. 

Only then could Michael get a good look at him. 

Luke’s blond curls were sticking to his forehead due to a mix of sweat and the drizzle. He had a cut on his cheek, one that was not deep but still let out a lot of blood. he was breathing heavily, taking a moment to catch his breath again, and closed his eyes, when he opened them, his baby blues were tired, yet alert, seemingly looking for something or someone until they laid on Michael’s green eyes. 

A ghost of his lover’s name seemed to have passed his lips before he turned around, just in time to block another’s sword that was about to strike him from the back. Michael wasted no time running up that hill. Running through the pain and through the hard breaths, anything to get to his King faster. 

He saw through his tear and rain-tinted lashes as the fight ensued, Luke, launching strike after strike. Strained groans were being pulled out of his throat as the enemy relentlessly tried to make him fall, failing each time. For one might strike a King, Michael thought, but they will never see him fall. 

Michael reached the top in the nick of time, immediately sliding next to Luke, putting himself in the middle, and striking the crow across the stomach. Splatters of blood painted his face with droplets of crimson as he tried to catch his breath, pushing the crow to the ground and watching as their chest stopped moving. 

A hand appeared next to him, open and offering as he took it. The touch was as familiar as the face looking back at him. Baby blue eyes staring with love and pain, relief and worry. The war around them seemed to fade away for a moment, just a moment enough for them to say what hasn’t been said.

“Luke…” Whispered Michael. 

The young king tilted his head to the side, pressing his lips on a thin line as he shook his head. He pulled Michael in, crashing their lips in a forceful, passionate kiss in the middle of the battlefield, standing on top of a hill as chaos reigned under them. Luke cupped Michael’s cheek, swallowing the gasps of surprise the older man let escape before melting into the kiss. Nothing else mattered, not to them and not now. 

For a second Michael thought his knees might give out. And it wasn’t until he felt the hard ground under him that he realized they did. 

“Michael!” Luke cried in surprise, trying to pull him back up but he was too heavy. “Love, what happened?” 

“I- I,” Gasped Michael, trying to find enough strength to stand on his own. 

An excruciating pain ran through his body, making him groan out what should’ve been a full-on cry. 

“Have you taken the medicine today?” 

Michael didn’t answer. Luke became frantic. 

“I’m sorry, my King” 

“Fuck, Michael! Don’t you see?!” Luke cried “You can break, throw yourself away, leave it all behind. But you are breaking us both! If what I’m asking is too selfish by asking you to be selfless, then so be it. But don’t leave me!” 

“Luke-” 

“Please! Let us go to the castle, find the cure!” 

“I don’t think I’ll make it” Michael gasped, looking with teary green eyes at the man trying to hold it all together, even when the world around him was falling apart “Luke, I’m sorry. I- I love-”

“We’ll find a way,” Luke said “We’ll find a way where you would tell me that again, standing in front of the stars and promising the future and more, a life together. Because I swear to every god, Michael, if you die I swear I’ll follow you” 

Immediately, Luke pulled Michael’s uncursed arm over his shoulder and dragged him with difficulty across the hill. 

“Fight, one last time” Pleaded Luke through gritted teeth “That’s all I ask. Let us go to the palace, reach fate there” 

Michael tried helping him, giving lazy steps filled with pain “If my King commands it,” He tried to joke, pulling a sneaky laugh out of his king. 

“You fucking better believe your king commands it,” He said, looking at him “Because he won’t survive if you don’t” 

Fondness filled the knight’s eyes “Take me home, Luke” 

“I will.” He promised “I’ll always take you home” 

*

After seeing a lot of blood - mostly from his body pooling on some dirty floor in the dungeons - Ashton is not even faced with it as he slashes the throat of one of the crows that kept him prisoner. He remembered all of them.

“This is for the cut between each finger,” He thought as we fought them one by one “This is for the slaps. The punches. The lashes with the whip. One, two, three.”

It was never ending; the fighting, the pain… It never went away. He still carried them with him wherever he went, at all times. Flesh reminders of what death felt like. And a painful reminder of what death was. 

His body was still weak, but by god did he fight. More out of vengeance or by sheer determination to get the throne, he didn’t know anymore. His list of enemies grew infinite, even when most of them were falling like flies on the battlefield. He had Y/N to thank for that, he knew that if it weren’t for his sister, they would’ve been outnumbered. 

Ashton couldn’t help but smile as his sword hit another, blocking the attack and quickly getting over with them, thinking about how much greater he is than his father. Wishing he would be there to see it for himself. Even with all the pain he inflicted, he still wished he could make his father proud, and then kill him with his bare hands.

“Look, father” He would say to him “Look how they all came to me, to help me. Not you. I am their King. Your son. Your worthless, weak, pitiful son has achieved something you would never do” 

He would be such a better king than his father ever was. He was sure of that. The people, his people believed in him, even going to war for him and what they believed in. Ashton won’t fail them. Ashton won’t fail him. 

But with every coin comes two sides, and he knows that his father’s madness might come to play, sneaking its way and mixing with his emotions and judgment, willing to destroy anything that comes his way. But now, he welcomes it. He needs it. He won’t be a mad king like his father, oh no, but he will be worse to protect the ones he loves. 

He has to be worse.

His chest rose and fell as he watched yet another body hit the ground. But he wasn’t tired, not at all. Excitement ran through his veins, adrenaline enlarging his pupils as the ghost of a smile crossed his lips, wondering: Who’s next? 

“IRWIN!” Someone was shouting across the battlefield. 

Ashton turned, squinting his eyes to see clearly despite the rain that started to pick up. Across, at about a hundred-meter distance, Captain Hugo Chaviet stood. Dirty, tired, angry… He had his eyes set on the prince, ready to kill. 

Everything went away as Ashton stared at the man responsible for many of his disgraces. His father’s right-hand man. The one that helped take everything from him. And now, he was challenging him, personally. 

The sword spun in his hands, eyes set on his target as Ashton trodden toward the Captain. Memories of countless tortures passed through his mind; the nights when he would end up chained to the walls as his body kept being abused by all the men who had just wanted a little bit of fun; the sound of the whip followed by the dry, raspy laughter; the fear the crow's captain gave to everyone who dared go against him, not scared to torture innocent and making them work until their literal deaths. He wondered if he was the last face Rian saw before the attack. He wondered if he was there if he did it. 

But thoughts don’t matter for the already decided fates. Thoughts and prayers do nothing for the already dead. 

What matters is one thing: Ashton would make sure he would be the last face Chaviet would ever see, even if that vengeance takes them both.

Their swords met before they did. Clashing in the middle, sending a vibration through their arms that only served to spike up the hatred among them as they danced. A beautiful performance from two skilled fighters who have nothing left to lose for they lost everything to one another. Ashton lost his mind, and his heart; and Chaviet is losing the war, the only thing that made him redeemable in the King’s eyes.

Ashton took a step back while Chaviet took one forward, going straight for the heart. Yet Ashton managed to turn, spin and defend himself against the attack. Swinging his sword with the talent of a thousand swordsmen; aiming for the leg, the arms, the chest, the neck, and the leg again. Confusing his opponent, tiring him as the rain fell like knives upon them. 

“Is this all you got, old man?” Asked Ashton with a sly smile. 

Chaviet’s eyes opened wide, almost in recognition, or remembrance. The smile was quickly replaced with a grunt. Ashton pushed the crow, making him tumble backward, but he still held on.

“I said, is this all you got?!” Ashton yelled, going back at it again “Is this what you wanted to see?! Is this the King you hoped for?!” 

Chaviet couldn’t respond, trying to defend himself from the prince’s sword that seemed possessed with a strong spell. Blocking each move and hoping he’d be fast enough to block the next one.

He didn’t notice when his sword was kicked out of his hands.

“You served a mad king and you’ll die at the hands of another” Ashton said with sufficiency as he looked down at the broken sword laying beside them.

“Please,” Chaviet begged, falling to his knees “Mercy…” 

Ashton grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer.

“Is that what Rian said when you killed him?” 

The point of his sword was already pressing against the crow’s chest, it was just a matter of a little push to end it all.

“Long live the fucking King” Ashton sunk the sword into the heart of the captain. 

If seeing how dull the eyes of Hugo Chaviet became, or the thin line of blood dripping from his lips, would bring any satisfaction to Ashton, then that failed. When he pulled the sword out of the dead man’s body and let it fall with a thundering thud, Ashton realized he felt nothing. 

He didn’t regret it, not one bit. But deep down he knew that this wasn’t over. Killing him won’t change what’s done; it can’t bring back the dead or heal the scars that the past left. Ashton knew it meant something, he only wished it could mean more to him. Bring back that piece of him that died long ago, the one that made him a person he barely remembered. 

A deep breath escaped his lips as he tilted his head toward the sky, letting the rain wash him of all the blood, of all his sins. The droplets caressed his face, but he found no comfort in the break that the rain allowed. The war was not over, not yet. 

“Ashton!” Another voice called for him, but there was no threat to it, no. It was desperation.

The prince turned around toward the sound, his unamused face soon turned to worry as he saw the King of the Vail riding toward him with a seemingly injured Michael laying horizontally in front of him in the saddle. Next to them, King Alex also appeared on his horse, panting heavily.

“What happened?” Ashton yelled as he ran toward them, meeting them in the middle “Michael…” 

The knight tried to smile to reassure the worried prince, but it was more a mock of pain that crossed his face. 

“We need your help,” Luke begged, “We need to get to the castle, to the infirmary! Ash… He doesn’t have much time”

Ashton nodded, feeling conflicted as to what to do, looking around on the battlefield where weirdly no one seemed to be noticing them. 

King Alex seemed to have read his mind “We’re doing fine,” He said “We can hold them off and defeat them easily. Seems like they underestimated their prince and princess” 

“They haven’t arrived yet?” 

“No one has seen them,” 

“We can look for them in the palace,” Luke added, looking seriously at Ashton “It’s time, Ash” 

King Alex stepped off his horse and gave the reins to Ashton, “We got this, your Majesty” 

Ashton nodded and hopped on the horse, giving one last look at the fight before he followed the men of the Vail toward his home. Toward the end. 

*

“Where to?!” Asked Calum as they walked, going faster with every step and stopping at every corner, making sure the coast was clear. 

With some of the guards looking for them, Calum and Y/N ought to be very cautious while trying to find a way out of the palace, knowing that the known entrances would be impossible to go through. 

“I don’t know!” Answered the Princess next to him.

“You don’t know?!” 

“Well, I don’t know Calum! I’m not going to stop and ask for directions, am I now?” 

“You live here!” 

“And all the ways I had to sneak out of the palace are completely- Wait!” Y/N said, stopping completely and making Calum stumble at the sudden reaction.

She turned around with a wide smile, “The library!” She said. 

“What about it?” 

“There are maps of the castle,” She continued “My tutors never let me see them, too afraid of me running away someday if I ever knew about the secret entrances and pathways. But they must still be there! Father couldn’t be bothered to throw them out, I don’t think- No, Calum, we have to at least try and look for them!” 

Calum stood there, an unreadable look on his face. 

“What?” 

“Darling, I love you,” He said, “But wouldn’t you think, I don’t know, convenient for you to have mentioned that earlier?” 

She rolled her eyes “Well, my dear, in between all the running for our lives and hiding, the literal war that has broken out just a few miles over, and the crazy monarch that happens to be my father, I must’ve forgotten” 

Calum pressed his lips in a thin line and nodded “Message received. Now, where was the library?” 

In a matter of minutes and going up two sets of stairs, they entered the deserted library. Piles of books covered in dust welcomed them as they opened the windows with care, trying not to make a sound in case the guards decided to look on that floor. 

They separated to cover more ground, Y/N started at the left while Calum went to the right, skimming through the shelves hoping to find some type of leather folder that contained the maps that would lead them to the woods again. 

“I haven’t been here in years” Calum commented, opening and closing a book after reading the title “And it seems like no one has in at least a decade” 

“I hated this place,” Y/N said, a smile clear in her voice “Well, I used to love it when I was a child. But then my father decided I should be locked up here for hours learning about “how to be a lady” and all fun was sucked out of this place. I’m not surprised he forgot about it once we were gone” 

“Remember when you would sneak me in here?” He walked over to her, standing behind her as he checked the top shelves “You would recruit me to find inspiration for your stories” 

“Our stories” Y/N laughed, looking up at him “I needed a second opinion. And since Ash started to get busier, I figured you would do just fine” 

Calum pinched her side, making her laugh and squirm out of his touch. He placed a kiss on her cheek. 

“Funny how we wanted to be here and now we are looking to escape” She sighed.

“But we’ll be back,” Calum reassured her, comfortingly rubbing his hands on her arm. “I promised you we will when we are free. We’ll travel the world and come back whenever you’re ready, my rose.”

“I know, but I-” She stopped suddenly when her eyes read the title of a book. Without a word she walked over to one of the tables, carefully placing the book and skimming through the pages “Calum, come look at this!” 

“Did you find the map?” 

“No, but look!” A smile plastered itself on her lips “It’s the book of Maesters! Throughout the years, all maesters were required to write in this book each time they made a discovery, poison, cure… It contains years of information about medicine and surgery we barely know!”

Calum smiled “And if there are years of wisdom in poisons…”

“The antidotes should be there! Oh, Cal! Michael’s cure is surely here somewhere, we have to take it” 

“You look for the antidote, I’ll keep looking for the map” 

*

The horses stopped at the entrance of the castle. The men didn’t command them to, it was as if they knew something terrible might happen. 

Ashton looked over at Luke who was looking at the fortress with hatred and determination. Michael, who found enough strength to sit up, let out a breath of resignation.

“We’re here,” He said, attempting to break the tension. 

They imagined they would storm into the castle with their horses, demand the cure and the crown, and get over with it as quickly as possible. But it was as if the moment became bigger than them, and a sudden fear struck their bones. 

Ashton was the first one off the horse, a hand already on the handle of his sword“C’mon,” 

Luke followed suit, helping Michael off and wincing when the night insisted he could walk.

“I’m alright, Luke,” He said with a smile, “It was a moment’s weakness that’s all” 

“A moment’s weakness can cost you your life,”

“Or save it if we don’t hurry” He nudged Luke’s shoulder, following Ashton.

“You know,” Luke sighed, catching up to him “You used to be the serious one in this relationship” 

Michael laughed “I got one foot in hell, my King, the least I can do is make the trip enjoyable” 

Luke was about to make a rebuttal but quickly got quiet when he noticed Ashton standing still in the middle of the hall.  

The air around them was eerily silent. Something was wrong, they could all feel it. In an instant, the three of them drew their swords as they stood in position.

“Ash?” Asked Michael “What happened? What’s going on?” 

“Can’t you hear it?” The prince asked back, looking over the staircase that welcomed them “Listen,” 

It was faint, almost inaudible, but it was there. The sound of iron footsteps coming their way. Then, from the east and the west, soldiers all dressed in armor stood in front of them, swords drawn and helmets facing them. 

No one said a word as the three men got surrounded. They were outnumbered, that’s for sure. But they never quiver. In fact, one could almost see the ghost of a smile hidden somewhere. 

Michael scoffed “How many do you reckon?” He asked Ashton. The prince shrugged.

“Forty, maybe fifty men” 

“A playdate, then,” Said Luke, holding onto his sword with a better grip and cracking the bones of his neck. 

“This is the fun I was talking about,” Ashton smirked before trodding toward the soldiers with Michael and Luke following close behind.

*

Calum stopped abruptly, making Y/N bump against his shoulder, almost dropping the book she was holding. “What’s going on?” she asked, putting all her senses on high alert in case something or someone was coming. 

They left the library not too long ago, being successful in finding the right map and the book they needed to save Michael’s life. For the first time in a long while, things were starting to look up for them. Well, until Calum had that dark look in his eyes. 

“I don’t know,” Calum answered, somberly “It seems- Can’t you hear it? Sounds like fighting,” 

It could be a possibility, of course, the castle was big enough so that a battle couldn’t be heard from the inside of its thick walls, not if they were to happen at the other side of the castle at least. 

“You don’t think they’ve stormed the castle, do you?” Y/N asked, wondering if her brother could ever be as reckless. But then again, blood is thicker than water, and look where that recklessness took her. 

“They don’t have any reason to,” Calum assured her “The fight is way beyond the woods, there’s nothing to gain here except reclaiming the crown once this is all over” 

Still, the princess noticed the doubtful eyes of her husband and the way his lips twitched in what seemed to be an unsaid request. 

“What’s the matter, then?” She asked, carefully.

Calum turned to her, clouded eyes of indecision searching through her soul. 

“What if we go out there and everything is lost?” 

“Cal,”

“What if it’s a trap? Y/N I nearly lost you too many times already, I’m not about to let that happen again” 

The princess opened her mouth to answer, to say anything to change his mind or to remind him that she was the one that made the choice to come here in the first place. But the look in the stable lad’s eyes was more than enough to make her question her thoughts. 

She has seen the pain in those brown eyes way too many times in such a short amount of time, she never wanted to see that kind of pain hidden there again. She knew he had a good reason to worry, he had every right. No amount of words could ever convince him otherwise, not now at least, not until it is all over. 

“We can’t stay here forever, Calum,” She said, cuddling his face. 

“I know,” Calum sighed “But, at least indulge me in staying somewhere safe while I go make sure there’s a clear path for us to go through the castle. I need to know you’re safe, Y/N. I need you” 

“Can’t I go with you?” 

“If there’s any danger I would rather you stay safe in a place you know rather than come with me to face the unknown without any type of weapon,” He said, kissing her forehead “Go into that room, you know which one it is? Good. I’ll be back soon, my rose, I promise.”

“You better make good on that promise,” She told him, holding onto the book tightly “I need you, too, Cal. More than you know” 

He smiled at her, bringing their lips closer for a small, lingering kiss. With one last breath, Calum pressed his forehead against hers, saying a small prayer for her before he went down the hall. Y/N watched him disappear around the corner, a small sigh denoting her worry as she turned to the wood and gold doors. 

The last time she stepped foot into the throne room she had done so by a hidden door behind the curtains. She remembers the room feeling claustrophobic as she watched how hundreds of people stood in front of her father, watching him sentencing the love of her life to the gallows after nearly beating him to death for trying to save her. 

The anxious beating of her heart back then could mirror the one she was feeling right now as she glanced nervously at the dark ambiance of the room. Feeling nothing but a bad kind of excitement running through her veins. 

At the other side of the room stood the solitary throne her father, King Richard, used to sit with such entitlement and pride. The old, empty chair brought nothing but bad memories to the princess. The image of her father, smirking cruelly at her, was still fresh in her mind. All those years of abuse were not easy to forget nor will ever be completely erased from her skin and her heart. The remainder of a father that was never someone she could love, but someone she should fear. 

With a deep breath, she walked over to the throne that she knew would soon belong to her brother, the rightful heir. How many people have died to keep the peace? Could any amount of blood be enough to wash the sins of the king who’s gone mad with power after losing the love of his life? When will it be enough? 

Up close to the throne does not seem that intimidating. At a closer glance, she could notice for the first time the emblem of the kingdom engraved on the headset, always covered by the crown of someone undignified. It was weird… Underwhelming, even, to be so close to the main point of power and not be able to feel it. What was it all about then? 

The velvet cushion on the armrest did not tingle her fingertips nor did it spark anything in her. Could it be that the throne of her kingdom was rejecting her as a princess? Or was the fact that she learned not to fear it had something to do with it? Without her father there, the throne was just a chair. A chair that did not belong to anyone but to RoseWood itself. And to whoever was willing to serve it. 

The simple thought of it almost made her laugh. She believed it would’ve made Calum laugh, too, if he had been there with her. Yet, as soon as that thought crossed her mind, the sound of the wooden doors opening graced her ears, making her smile for her husband had returned for her. 

However, it was not Calum’s voice the one that spoke into the room.

“What have I told you about touching what doesn’t belong to you?” 

Familiar shivers ran down her spine as she turned around, frozen in place as she came face to face with the man she once thought could call father instead of the monster he was. He was just standing there, dressed as if he were to attend the kingdom’s next gala, not even trying to hide the winning smirk on his face as he looked down at her with sufficiency. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked, surprised to see her voice did not crack under fear. 

“Now, that’s no way to say hello to your father, is it?” 

“Father?” Y/N asked in a whisper, holding on to the head of the chair, looking for comfort or strength, she didn’t know yet “A coward is all I see. If you were so much of a King, you should be fighting alongside your people, not hiding in your palace like some sort of-” 

“A king protects what’s his!” Richard shouted over her voice, silencing her completely. Y/N hated the way she instinctively retracted, looking down like a scared child.

But she wasn’t a scared child anymore. He kept screaming. Yelling at her about how it was his right to be there. Yet she couldn’t listen to any of it. She didn’t have to. 

For the first time in years, Y/N managed to look back at her father in the middle of his outburst. She felt the velvet underneath her fingerprints and the book pressed against her chest; looked at the walls that surrounded them, how big they seemed and how they echoed his every word but not their meaning; she breathed the scent of iron and smoke that came from the window, reminding her of what was at stake, of the lives that were at risk whilst he kept yelling at someone who stopped listening to a long time ago. 

And then, she looked back at him. Her father. And she realized that she did not have any memories of the man that he once was, the man that she made herself believe one day loved her enough to call her his daughter. And he looked so small from where she was standing. 

His face was red; eyes completely unfocused as his rage kept on growing; the veins on his neck popped with every word. It was a sad view. And Y/N understood she had nothing to fear, not anymore. A sad man had no power over a princess. A sad man had no power at all. 

“This is my kingdom. MY REALM!” 

“You don’t deserve it!” She yelled back, taking a moment to relish the stunt face of her father, and her moment of bravery before continuing “You don’t deserve any of it! If it’s your kingdom, what have you done for it? The streets are destroyed, houses burned to the ground, and schools became graveyards! People are dying at your door, fleeing when they think RoseWood can offer them nothing but death and desolation. Families are being torn apart and pitted against one another and or what? Just for some of them to have the bare chance to survive a world that’s already doomed under your rule? Is that what you offer? Is that your realm?” 

She spoke calmly, taking a step closer to him and looking into her father’s eyes without any shame, looking for any kind of guilt. But all she could find was rage. 

“You are no King. And you are most certainly not a father either” She said, without a hint of grudge in her voice, only truth “If you could not care for your children, for your own blood. How could you expect to care for an entire kingdom?” The King’s semblance turned somber “You sent Ashton to plant your corrupt crows all over the map since he was sixteen. Crows that killed people, father. Kings and queens among them. You sent him to the dungeons and tortured him beyond measure, not caring if he would even survive it!”

“A traitor!”

“YOUR SON!” 

They were closer now, not enough so that they would touch but close enough for her to notice the beads of sweat that ran from his hairline to his forehead. She had not dared to come this far ever, not at her own will. But all those years of silence were begging her to finally be heard.

Y/N let out a chuckle “I cannot even bring myself to ask about me. To think that I find Ashton’s punishment more shocking than my own says a lot about what you’ve put me through. I always thought you hated me, but you spared Ashton because he was your heir. And I always found that fair, thinking that, somehow, one day you would spare me when you realize I was your daughter as well. But that was never the case, was it?” She asked, “It was never me or him. It was never us. It was only you and what was convenient for you at the time. Ashton as your pawn and I as your punching bag” 

King Richard had the decency to look down as Y/N finished her monologue. The Princess felt as if a weight had been lifted from her chest, finally confronting her father, her abuser with the words she felt she would never be brave enough to even mutter. 

But the feeling of satisfaction didn’t last long as a low, cruel laugh started forming from her father's chest, erupting in what Y/N feared to be the most terrifying sound she’s heard. Richard shook his head slightly as he looked up at her, a malicious glint in his eyes. 

“You got something wrong there, my dear,” He said, smiling. 

“What?” 

“I did not ever hate you” He took a step closer to her, extending his arm so that his gloved hand could caress the side of her face, even when she flinched from his touch “To hate,” He said, slowly “Would imply to have ever felt anything toward you at all” 

Everything that happened next seemed to happen in a blur. 

In less than a second, the sound of a bang exploded through the princess’ ears as the doors opened wide. At the same time, a hand came to her neck, clinging to the back of it before grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back, immobilizing her completely. But before she could scream, the hand behind her neck disappeared. However, the freedom didn’t last long as a sharp pain soon came to the side of her throat. 

“Not a step closer!” She heard her father yell, close to her ear.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the panicked look in Calum’s eyes looking back at her as he stopped in his tracks. He was sweating profusely, bleeding from a cut on his arm, and there was a bruise forming on his forehead. His sword was drawn, pointed right at her, or more accurately, at the person behind her. His body was shaking, out of fear or out of exhaustion, she didn’t know.

“Let her go!” Y/N heard, but it wasn’t Calum that spoke. And it wasn’t until her father forcefully pulled her back did she see them all standing there. 

Ashton was standing next to Calum, with a sword drawn and pointed as well, ready to attack at any given moment. A deep cut bleeding from his brow. His armor was torn apart at the top, only the arms were still covered and the chest only had his black shirt to protect it. His eyes were red, tired, but determined looking at Y/N with unsaid apologies that she did not need to take. 

Luke was standing next to them, looking completely defeated as he tried to catch his breath. He had cut the leg in which he was trying to hold his weight together, and the hand in which he was holding the sword was trembling. His blue eyes shined with tears as his lips trembled to try to hide hisses of pain. 

And beside him, hanging seemingly lifelessly from his shoulder. 

“Michael?” 

There was no response, no reaction. His long, blond hair was messy, and bloody, covering his face as he looked at the floor. There was no way of telling if he was even conscious. He had an arm wrapped around Luke’s shoulders, but it was Luke’s arm that was holding him upright, almost dragging him. 

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she looked desperately at the King of the Vail, “Luke?”

The young king avoided her gaze as he shook his head and held his sword tightly. Swallowing the lump in his throat. 

Y/N felt her father grumble up a laugh as he tightened the grip on her arm, the knife against her throat was still cold upon her skin. But she had to tell them. She knew the book had escaped her grip at some point during the madness, but if they could grab it…

“Luke-” She said, choking when the knife pressed a little harder “The book. Take it” 

Calum’s eyes widened, looking from his wife to the discarded book on the floor, mere feet away from the young king’s reach. 

“Luke,” He said, carefully taking a step closer between Y/N and the book, in case Richard tried anything “The book has the antidote for Michael. Take it and get him out of here” 

“But-” Luke’s shaky voice tried to object.

“We got this,” Ashton said, never taking his eyes away from his father. “Go take care of your family, we’ll take care of ours” 

Calum got close enough to the book and kicked it in Luke’s direction. The young King dropped his sword in an instant and grabbed the book. He gave one last longing look to the princess, but there was no more time to lose. It was in the gods’ hands now. 

*

The walls in the castle seemed to suffocate him as he ran as fast as he could, even with a limp and the weight of Michael on top of him, Luke could’ve been flying for all he knew. 

He knew he shouldn’t have let him fight, but being stubborn was part of Michael’s charm, and may the gods forbid anyone from preventing him from participating in a battle, especially one where his king was fighting alongside him. Still, an army against three - that soon became four when somehow Calum appeared to help - even when they were the most skilled warriors, was still an unfair play. 

“We’re almost there,” He groaned in a whisper, in prayer, almost. To the gods, to his lover, to anyone that could listen. Anyone that could help them. 

Luke shouldn’t have let him out of his sight, not in his state. He knew Michael could barely walk when they reached the palace. But a false sense of hope filled his soul at seeing him draw his sword, almighty and powerful, like one of those tragic heroes before their epic battle. Michael looked like a god, and for a second, Luke forgot to remember how fragile his beauty could be. 

The image of his lover still on the ground haunts him. How the world seemed to stop as his eyes searched for him through the battle. Ashton and Calum were fighting against two, maybe even three times their weight in soldiers, but they were striking them down like it was nothing. Luke had just defeated the last archer, breathing for just a second when he realized Michael was no longer by his side. 

He looked around frantically, his heart beating at the pace of a thousand horses as his ears rang from a hit he took on the head not too long ago. He could not find his Michael anywhere. 

“Luke!” He heard someone call behind him, maybe Ashton or Calum. He couldn’t remember, nor did he care. 

Because when he turned around, he felt as if his heart would break into a million pieces. For there, there was Michael, leaning against a pillar, bleeding. He lifted his head long enough for Luke to recognize the agony in those green eyes before they shut down in pain, letting his legs give in to the exhaustion and fall to the ground. 

Luke shouted his name, but no sound came to his ears. He started to move, to run, but everything seemed to go in slow motion, never quite reaching him. Was he hurt? Was it the poison? He didn’t know! He couldn’t! All he knew was that he had to get to him before someone else did. But nothing could be that easy.

The fight kept on going and there were many soldiers to cut through before any of them could get to Michael. By then, the general of the Vail was bleeding from the head and had various bruises from stomps given by other soldiers, whether they were intentional or not if they thought he was already dead, no one knew. But there wasn’t time for tears as Luke picked him up and followed the others through the halls. And he hasn’t stopped running since then.

Opening every door with a kick, cursing to the old gods and the new, Luke would not stop until he could find the infirmary or at least someone who could help. He knew Michael was not dead, not yet. He couldn’t be. And if the book Y/N gave them contained the cure, by the gods they would find it. 

He’s not going to lose the love of his life today. He won’t. 

And if it’s too late, he will make sure he’ll follows him as well. 

“For fuck’s sake!” He yelled after kicking open the tenth door and found it empty except for just a bed.

His hope was fleeting. The tears were already falling freely down his cheeks, hot and mixed with sweat and blood. He let out a scream, shattering his heart and throat. His legs started to give, he couldn’t- 

“Luke,” Michael murmured against his ear, sending shivers down the young king’s spine “You’re tired,” 

The blond tried to speak, but only a broken gasp could escape his lips as his legs trembled in exhaustion. He shut his eyes tightly, swallowing the lump in his throat that threatened to tear it apart. He shook his head. 

“‘M not,” He answered, kidding himself and hoping he could fool Michael as well “I-I’m trying to find the infirmary. Last time we were here, it was- it was somewhere around-”

But as he looked to the empty hallway, to all the doors that were still left unopened and all the doors that were no answer before. Did he know where he was going? Was there a way out?

“My King…” Michael said, followed by a series of coughs that shook his entire body, worrying Luke.

“Shh, shh” He tried to calm the soldier, or himself, it didn’t matter at this point. 

He put the book under his arm and with his free hand managed to gently caress the underside of Michael’s cheek, trying to bring some sort of comfort as the coughing stopped. But as he retreated the hand and found droplets of blood, he knew that there wasn’t any time left. 

Feeling as if his heart might’ve grown ten times heavier, Luke was thankful Michael could not see the tears that started to fall from his eyes as he looked down in defeat.

“Come,” He said, quietly. Softly moving them into the room and helping Michael lay down on the single bed that adorned the room. 

Michael did so without complaint, sighing softly as his head hit the pillow. His white complexion contrasted against the red of the blood; his lips once so plump were now drained of color, chapped and dry, parted in silent prayer. His hair was matted to his forehead; his arms folded upon his chest, almost as if he was cold and he was shielding himself from a winter that caught him unprepared. His eyes did not change, though, they were still as green as the ocean shore back in The Vail; the best memory of home Luke had so many miles away. 

Michael managed to smile as he blinked up at his king, “You’re staring,” He said, breathlessly. Luke couldn’t help but chuckle, quickly kneeling up beside the bed.

“You’re beautiful,” He confessed, blue eyes filled with tears staring intensely into his green ones. His calloused hands found Michael’s and he held them close to his face, kissing them closely “I’m so, so lucky”

Michael frowned, lifting a shaky hand and passing his fingers through Luke’s curls. Luke leaned into the touch.

“Are you hurt?” He asked hoarsely. 

Luke shook his head. 

“Don’t lie,” Michael pleaded, “Not now, not to me” 

“It won’t matter soon enough. Nothing will” 

“Luke,” The young king shook his head, Michael smiled, “Luke, it’s alright”

“No,” He simply said, lips trembling and forming a pout Michael desperately wanted to kiss. Luke refused to look at him as he shook his head “No!” 

“Look at me. Luke, please.” There was nothing but calmness in his tone, something that ought Luke to obey him, trying his hardest not to break once he did and Michael smiled at him “It’s alright. We did what we could. You did all you could” 

“I- I could've done more!” Luke cried, hiding his face in Michael’s shoulders, holding onto his hand as if life depended on it “I could’ve come sooner! I- I could’ve sent someone had I’ve known- had- I would’ve- Michael, we could’ve had more time!” 

Michael shook his head “All the years, all the months, all the days, minutes, and seconds I spent with you were the best ones of my life and I loved you in every single one of them. I wouldn’t change them for the world nor make them start over. And even if life would allow me, I’d still feel blessed to die like this, with you by my side” 

Luke broke down, crying “I’m sorry” over and over again as his tears soaked the clothes of his lover. Finally allowing himself to feel what he was so afraid of.

“There’s nothing to forgive as long as you continue to live, my king” 

“I don’t know how- Without you… Michael, I love you,” 

“And I you, that’s why I beg of you, Luke. Don’t let me be the end of you. Don’t let someone you love destroy you like this, don’t make me that memory” 

“How is it fair that I’ll get to love you for the rest of my life when you’re not here with me?” 

“As fair as the moon and the sun could never meet, my love,” Michael said, tightening his grip on Luke’s hand “But they had a beautiful eclipse” 

Luke leaned forward, capturing his lips with Michael’s. The salt of the tears reminded them of the salty air of the Vail, of those breezy nights where they would spend hours looking at the stars, locked in each other's arms as the hours passed by. Nothing mattered at that moment, and nothing else mattered now, just them, saying goodbye one last time. 

“Oh my!” 

The two men separated, Luke immediately went for Michael’s dagger which was still tied up to his buckle, and stood ready to defend Michael from any attacker. But he found no one standing at the door, instead, he found a figure crouching on the floor, trembling. 

“STAND!” He demanded. 

The stranger did, shaking with fear. Luke’s shoulders relaxed a little. That was not a man, that was a boy. 

“Mercy! Mercy, please, my lord!” The boy said with a crack in his voice, Luke figured he could not be older than fifteen. 

“Who are you?” He asked, taking a step closer to Michael, checking up on him with a glance “What are you doing here?” 

“M-my name is Lance, my Lord! I’m an apprentice, just a student of maester-”

“Maester?!”

Luke took one last glance at Michael, who nodded slightly. One last chance, one last opportunity. 

In a second, Luke put down the dagger and grabbed the book, taking a step closer to the young lad.

“Lance, my name is Luke. The one on the bed is my friend Michael, he’s sick, and we need your help” He opened the book and noticed that the page of the antidote was already marked, he smiled and reminded himself to thank the princess later “Do you think you can help us?” 

*

Y/N watched with a small smile as Luke took Michael out of the room, feeling relief that, at least, if anything were to happen, they would be safe. 

Calum and Ashton were standing opposite her and her father. Richard had her pressed against his chest, arm twisted just like he did in the woods a year ago, and a dagger pressed against her neck, preventing her from any movement. And, of course, keeping Calum and Ashton from getting any closer. 

The two men had not taken their eyes off the princess or her father. Their swords were drawn and ready for battle, even when they just fought one and the effects of it were starting to show in the small trembles of their bodies and beads of sweat and blood that marked their skin. 

“I said,” Ashton broke the silence with a grave, threatening voice. His eyes set on his father, filled with hate “let her go” 

His father gave him a scoffed laugh “Or what, boy? You’re going to hurt your old man, is that it?” 

Ashton’s face turned red and Y/N could see how his knuckles were almost gone from holding his sword too tight.

“Ash…” She warned, choked up as her father tightened the grip he had on her.

“And what about this lad?” He said, looking at Calum for the first time, mocking him “Thinking he’s got what it takes? The two of you think what? That you can beat me? Take my kingdom? YOU COULDN’T EVEN PROTECT HER LAST TIME!” 

To make his point across, Richard twisted Y/N’s arm to make her yelp, making both Calum and Ashton react by taking one step closer, but the dagger by her neck reminded them that they were at a disadvantage. 

“See?!” Richard laughed, taking a step back and taking Y/N with him “You are weak! Fragile!” He turned to the princess, letting his breath fall over her face “You called me a coward before, so what are they?! COWARDS!” 

“That’s not true!” Ashton shouted, eyes filled with rage. 

“Ash, don’t listen to him!” The princess begged. 

“QUIET!” Richard twisted her arm again, pressing the dagger further “One more fucking word from you and I swear I’ll fucking end you like I should’ve done years ago, you little bitch!” 

“Touch her one more time and I’ll fucking kill you,” Calum threatened.

Richard spat “I’ll be doing you a fucking favor, she’s as wicked as they come! You both fell for her games like the stupid little boys you are”

“Shut up!” Ashton yelled.

“How fucking disappointed, Ashton. You more than anyone should know. You should be standing next to me! Taking on the world together!”

The prince swallowed harshly, voice trembling as he gritted “I’m not like you,” 

The king laughed “You are. You are more like me than you know. It’s in your blood” He grimaced “But now it’s all gone to waste! Because of her!” 

He pulled Y/N back, bending her back so that only her head was resting on his chest while the rest of her body was bent forward, causing her to cry in pain. Calum called out her name, but she couldn’t answer, feeling like all the air inside her lungs was suddenly pulled out of her body. 

“She made you weak! Distracted you from what really mattered! I almost fell for the same spell, but I wasn’t as naive, oh no” He pulled Y/N back, this time letting go of her arm as he grabbed her by the hair instead, something he always enjoyed doing to cause her pain “I could’ve had it all years earlier, have a whole EMPIRE! But she somehow knew all my plans. She tried to talk me out of them, oh yes, and I listened. For years I stood back from my own glory because of what she asked. 

When I realized what I have lost. What I resigned because of her… All that power I gave up. I understood that if I ever wanted to feel some type of power again I had to get rid of her. That way no one would ever stop me” 

Realization hit Y/N as her father spoke, the shock of his confession sitting heavy on her heart as she looked to the side and found Ashton in a similar situation. Her brother’s eyes were red, tears falling freely from them as his chest tried to contain the heavy breaths that filled his heart with years of unshared pain and loss. 

If mercy was ever an option in Ashton’s heart, it has now flown away. In his eyes, she saw the image of a boy who had grown up too fast. A boy who would read her to sleep and sneak them up to their mother’s chambers to say goodbye for the night, hoping and praying it won’t be the last time. A boy who had to put his nightmares behind to tend to hers, feeling as if he had no one left to care for him. No, there was no mercy left in that boy’s heart. For one cannot take away a boy’s mother and live in peace with it. 

“And now,” Their father continued, “This could all be gone away the same way” 

“NO!” Calum yelled, dropping his sword and running toward them, hoping he’ll be fast enough. 

But Y/N was faster. 

In an instant, the princess managed to stomp her feet hard against her father’s, making him scream in pain as she dug her heel into his bone. Richard lost his balance for a second, long enough for the princess to elbow him in the stomach, causing the blade to cut through her shoulder and arm rather than her neck. 

She hissed in pain but managed to recover in time to grab the dagger from her father’s hand and swing it blindly toward him, making a deep cut on his cheek before she fell to the ground, landing on her back and hitting her head. The impact pulled the air out of her lungs as she gasped from the shock of what she had done. 

Richard screamed obscenities at her as his hand went to cover the fresh wound on his face, fairly distracted as Calum tackled him to the ground and started to beat him with his bare hands. 

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. My. Wife!” He yelled with every punch, not measuring the strength of them. 

Y/N, still laying on the floor tried to call his name, but the fall made it all seem blurry as a pool of her blood gathered to her side. 

“Y/N!” She heard Ashton call before he appeared over her body. His hazel eyes filled with worry as he picked her up and leaned her against one of the pillars of the room, one hand behind her head while the other tried to cover up her wound that, guessing from his panicked expression, was more than just a simple cut “Y/N, are you-”

The princess nodded as her eyes were becoming clearer “C-Calum,” She said, breathing heavily “I’m fine, Ash. Go help him” 

Ashton’s teary eyes denoted doubt as he looked at her, knowing that she was not telling the truth. But as he looked back at his best friend fighting his father, he knew she was right. This needed to end and there was no other way. With one last look at his sister, he leaned his forehead against hers, placing a kiss on her hair.

“You are the best thing in my life, Y/N/N” 

“Go, big brother.” She smiled at him, “Be a king” 

Ashton gave her a small smile as he got up, sword in hand, and ran to help Calum, who was now blocking the attacking punches of Richard, making Calum back up almost to a corner. Ashton came and hit his father with the back of his sword, making him stumble backward as he helped Calum stand up.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

Calum, all bruised and with a bloody nose, nodded as he spat a little blood on the floor and smiled at his best friend “I wanted to do that for a long time” 

Ashton chuckled and patted him on the back as he leaned down and handed Cal his sword, “You and me both, my friend. Now, shall we?”

Calum wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. He made the sword spin on his hand and got in position next to Ashton, both men looking directly at the King who got himself with Luke’s sword and stared at them, ready to fight. 

“Let’s fucking dance” 

Ashton was the first one to hit. Walking toward his father, he swung the sword with one hand, knowing his father would block him in one move. However, this gave Calum the chance to hit him on the legs, crashing against his armor and debilitating his stance just enough so that when Richard would try to hit Calum, Ashton could manage to hit his side. 

It was all choreographed beautifully from where Y/N could see. How Ashton and Calum would move so in sync, knowing how the other one would attack without saying a word to each other, just seemingly reading each other’s minds. 

Her father… The stories they told of him being a great warrior were not shy of the truth. She was no stranger to him using his strength, but seeing him in battle showed a perfect set of moves and training. Years have gone and age has come to claim his youth, but the way he fought could fool anyone. It was a battle of two against one, yet both Ashton and Calum were having trouble keeping up. 

Y/N looked to her side and noticed the disregarded blade that was pressed against her neck not even an hour ago. An idea came to mind. 

A sharpening pain shot through her body as she pulled herself up with the help of the pillar, leaning her body weight on it as her legs quivered. She breathed through it, closing her eyes tightly as she prayed silently for anyone who would listen. The blood dripped down her arm while she leaned down to grab the dagger, covering it crimson as she limped her way across the room. 

The three men were unaware of her presence approaching them as they kept on with their dance. Calum, blocking a swing from the King that was meant for Ashton, was the first to see her, barely walking over to them covered in blood and with a knife in hand. His eyes widened, shaking his head in horror. 

He pushed the king out of the way, making Richard stumble back. He hit his jaw with the back of his sword, hearing the breaking of bones as he ran past him. 

“Y/N!” Calum yelled, just in time to grab her as she fell. 

Her wounded arm bent as she tried to break the fall against Calum’s chest, making her cry out in pain. But she stood back up, leaning against her husband. 

“Cal, wait!” She said, handing him the dagger. Calum nodded.

“ASH!” 

The stable lad slide the dagger on the floor toward the prince who caught it under his foot. Ashton leaned down and grabbed the blade with his free hand, stabbing it directly over his father’s dominant hand. 

Richard screamed as he let go of his sword, trying and failing to take out the blade from his wound. Ashton took his chance to strike him down, clear swings that made his father retreat, cutting through his armor till there was nothing left. 

Ashton kicked his father down, making him fall on his back. He placed a foot on his stomach, and the King became a man. 

The king’s face was nothing but a bloated, butchered, bloody mess. His arms were filled with cuts and bruises, and so were his legs. There was a wound in his stomach, courtesy of Calum, that while it was not as big as it would seem, was deep and could cause some damage if not treated. He was completely unrecognizable, but for Ashton, he would always be the monster that he knew as a father. 

With a stone-cold expression, Ashton drew his sword and placed it over Richard’s throat. Not once taking his eyes from him. 

Richard started to laugh, blood pouring down his mouth “Do it.” He demanded “Do it, boy. DO IT!” 

Ashton looked down at him, and pressed his weight on his foot, making his father wheeze and gasp for air. 

“I’m not like you.” 

Instead, he used the back of his sword to hit his father in the head, leaving him unconscious, but still alive to pay for his crimes. 

After all, he had too many sins to be let go of that easily. 

“Ashton!” 

The prince lifted his gaze just in time to see his sister faint into her husband’s arms, completely unconscious. He threw his sword to the side and ran up to them, falling to his knees next to Calum who in futile attempts was trying to wake her up.

“ROSE!” He’d shouted in a cry, tapping her face completely drained of color “Y/N, wake up! PLEASE!” 

“She’s lost a lot of blood!”

“Y/N! PLEASE! WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!” 

But all the castle could hear was the cries of a broken man.

*

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[toxinwing]

So then, that was...a race, for sure. A very interesting race. A very stop-start-stop-start race. A race that ran a bit late and I’ll probably be a bit groggy tomorrow because of it. :P

Anyway, enough of my waffling. Congrats to the podium finishers of Max, Lewis, and Nando! Three world champions on the podium at once. When’s the last time we’ve seen that? ...Probably more recently than I’d expect, to be honest. :P

Well done to the rest of the top ten! In order we had Lance, Checo, Lando, Hulk, Oscar Piastri, Zhou, and Yuki. And, hey, Oscar getting points at his home race! Always nice to see.

And good job to the rest of the race finishers! In order we had Val, Carlos...and that’s it. Yeah, only two race-finishing drivers outside the points. It was one of those races, for sure.

So, finally we have the drivers who didn’t get to see the checkered flag. And we’ve got eight of them today. Yeah. Nearly half the field. So then, first we had Charles who ended up getting his car beached. Then was Alex, who crashed into the wall and was thankfully okay after that. Next was George, stopping on track with some flames coming out the back of his car. Then K-Mag had to stop after losing a tyre when he smacked into a wall. And then we had that big incident at the end with Logan Sargeant, Nyck De Vries, Esteban, and Pierre all ending their races quite suddenly there. Esteban and Pierre seemingly crashing into each other which uh...is surely going to be an interesting time in the next Alpine team meeting.

Man, you know stuff went down when the biggest section is the “drivers who DNF’d” section. Well then, that’s that! It’s past 4 am here now and I really gotta get some sleep. Real quick though, next race will be in three week’s time, so we get a bit of a break after...*gestures vaguely* all of that. :P So then, here’s hoping that’ll be a good one. Alrighty, I’m heading off. Gotta hit the hay. Have a lovely rest of your day/night/etc. Later!

[waitimcomingtoo]

Hi! I think it’s really awesome that you take the time to give advice to people and allow them to vent so I was wondering if could maybe take advantage, too, please?

So for context, I’m 21F and my “friend” is 21M. **Slight su*c*de trigger**

We sat next to each other in 2nd grade and have been friends ever since. The problem is that he always wants more. I’m pretty sure he’s got it in his head that I’m the love of his life. Literally, a few times a year for the last few years, he’s tried to ask me out and I’ve always rejected him and tried to put distance but he really won’t let me.

It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even feel comfortable texting him anymore. I’m not flirty at all; I’ve even called him a brother from another mother but he still won’t give up and move on.

I can’t even say that I don’t want to be friends anymore because the last time I did, he threatened su*c*de and went radio silent for a few days which terrified me. I don’t want to be responsible for someone’s d*ath. I know it’s a manipulation tactic but I’m literally his only friend he has left after high school-everyone else grew tired of his behaviour and cut him off so he turned to me for support- so there’s a part of me that thinks that he might actually do it.

My birthday just passed and he was the only one out of my friends to remember and I accidentally told him that. Now he’s saying that he’s the only person I’ll ever need and that we don’t need anyone else and we could just run away and get married and live new lives. He’s also started complimenting me much more, giving me pet names and even wanting to send bouquets of my favourite roses to me. He’s also wanting to speak everyday even though I like my space. I tried enforcing boundaries, especially on the pet names, and he was like “oh, I just love you, sis, but I guess I’ll stop. I’m nothing but a creep anyway.” And then he starts again with the same behaviour.

I hate him. At first through high school, it was just slight annoyance but now with how he’s been acting, I’ve grown to hate him. I don’t care that he’s in love with me. Every theism about him irks my soul. I so desperately want to cut him off but then I remember that he’s only got me as a friend and how he threatened to k*ll himself.

I don’t want this burden that is our “friendship”. I’m tired of rejecting this guy because he won’t move on. It’s not healthy for either of us. I just want to be done with him but I don’t know how…

YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THERE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. I’m so serious you need to stop being hai friend TODAY. so many classic narcissist traits holy shit. First of all, he won’t kill himself. He simply won’t and it only saying that to guilt you. And that is super fucked up to him and enough reason to dump him. He has a classic case of “nice guy syndrome” where he decided that he’s perfect for you and you are obligated to be with him because hes “nice”. But this man is not nice. He is wildly manipulative and sounds straight up annoying as fuck. That’s why you’re his only friend. You seriously need to end this friendship immediately and not look back. Send him a text ending it and block him. Don’t even let him respond. If you don’t block him immediately, he’ll just manipulate you more. End it and hit that block button. You’re not responsible for him at all. I’m sorry this had happened to you but don’t let it take up anymore of your life!! You deserve to be free from him 🤍❄️

[the-whispers-of-death]

desperate for any stone and mārīe interactions, so like any good writer, im just gonna. force it into existence.

maybe she has a break from school and is on the ranch a lot more with stone while sylvester's at work getting that bread

imagining her being super super hyped to spend time with her 2nd favorite dad in the whole world.... only to go to bed the previous day and sleep until noon

i really wanna say that they have both horses *and* ponies there. cuz she *begged* for them and theyre all named after MLP characters, sorry but my heart says its true

maybe shes not really allowed around the horses cause theyre still new and getting used to their new home and scared/nervous horses dont discriminate when bucking

imagining her being really really eager though and being a little nuisance and going "if you dont let me see the horsies it means you dont love me :(((" to stone

anyways she gets to go see said horsies. and feed them.

i feel like she'd be the type to try and help with like cleaning and transporting the hay and whatnot, only to be utterly useless but very, very enthusiastic about "helping" anyways

type of girl who'd befriend all of the farm cats. theyre all named after warrior cat cats. sorry. probably keeps bringing them inside, despite sylvester being mildly allergic and always scolding her afterwards

... imagining her getting horse riding lessons and. oh fuck. you know what happens at riding lessons... anyways stone looks away for a *second* and. oh f u c k

anyways imagine sylvester coming home after his 9-5, only to *not* be met with his bumbling daughter running up and yapping his ear off. first major red flag

second flag being... *why the fuck is stone so nervous and sweaty all of a sudden,,, hmmm*

"... love, whats---" "she fell off a horse, okay?????" "WHAT"

no idea how much this mischaracterizes him, but my hear says hes an awful medic for kids. too aware of his size, too aware he can make things worse, and worst of all, *scare* the kids

i wanna say mārīte is fine and only got a few bruises and just hit her head a little, but still got sentenced to the bed by stone. but still, sylvester aint happy. who would be? now poor guy's just stressing out over potential brain injury

"i leave you two alone for ONE day-- stone. look at me. *look at me*. bad boy. ugh. >:( unbelievable"

imagining him just going to the kitchen to make dinner afterwards, mood ruined and. oh.... *its... already made*

*cough* later its just... "baby.. dya wanna make up f'r me fully? wanna be a good boy f'r daddy again? 'm sorry for yellin' lovely... c'mon, come to me.. good.. thats a good boy" *cough*

~ rusty

Stone needs to be fucked real good to even think he can be forgiven for the grave mistake he made.

Stone's only a good medic for kid if he's Girl Dad!Stone (because of course he's not going to let a random stranger doctor his kid). But he's not Girl Dad!Stone here, he's Canon!Stone. And Canon!Stone has only ever patched up adult soldiers in his life until he met Sylvester and Mārīte.

All this to say, he's never going to look away ever again. But also, he probably most likely would've never looked away in the first place (can we say thank you to his paranoia??) but for this scenario, we'll just pretend he somehow doesn't have the insane amount of paranoia that would've led to him not taking his eyes off of Mārīte on a horse.

[meepyuupygal]

Things, People and Media I've Admired :3 (Under Construction)

A non-exhaustive list that will be never-ending: People - My Boyfriend <3 - My Bestie <3 - Nana (Actress) - Song Hye-Kyo (Actress) - Madison Beer - Kesha - Killuada (YouTuber) - Jacob Geller (YouTuber) - Stephanie Soo (YouTuber)

TV Shows/Movies - Nana (anime) - Wotakoi: Love is for Otaku (anime) - Kimi ni Todoke (anime) - Babylon (anime) - KiKi's Delivery Service (Anime Movie) - Community (Sitcom) - Scott Pilgrim (US Movie) - Tangled (Animated Movie) - Aladdin (Animated Movie) - Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (Bollywood Movie) - 3 Idiots (Bollywood Movie) - Clark (Swedish TV Show) - The Glory (K-Drama) - What's Wrong with Secretary Kim (K-Drama) - Barbie: Princess Charm School (Animated Movie) Music Eurobeat (music genre) - Ride on Time (Eurobeat) - MAX &lt;3 - Running In the 90s - Max Coveri - Koko Soko - SMiLE.dk EDM - Happy Hardcore (music genre) - Music by cYsmix - Music by Zedd (2014 me was obsessed) - Music by saradisk - Gyaru style music (Eurbobeat, EDM, transcend genres) (current obsession) I really like this album on soundcloud, if you wanna talk about gyaru music and style hit me up! as a baby gyaru I would love to talk about this lifestyle.

Classical (music genre) - Prokofiev: Romeo and Juliet, Op. 64, Act 1, Scene 2: Dance of the Knights - Paquita: Variation 5 Movie Soundtracks (music genre) - LaLaLand - Justin Hurwitz - Tron: Legacy - Daft Punk &lt;3 Video Games - Night In The Woods - The Sims 4 - Stardew Valley (current obsession) - osu

[nihyunluvskookie]

Eid with him~

“Jeonghan one shot”

Pairing: Yoon jeonghan x female reader

Genre: fluff [desi setting]

Warnings: no warnings

Word count: 1.4 K

Author’s Note: Well, another desi husband Jeonghan, and this time, it’s not that long hehe. It’s a small Eid setting. Jeonghan saying meri jaan >>>

please someone make him say these two words PLEASE 😭

Also, I love the name Noor, I just can’t stop using this name.

Eid Mubarak to everyone who’s celebrating!!

happy reading~

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“Noor, Noor, wake up” I felt Jeonghan’s fingers tracing my face, I opened my eyes slowly. I looked at the beautiful pair of eyes, “meri jaan” these two words oh god.

“What’s the time?” I asked still in a sleepy voice, his fingers were tracing my cheeks. “8:30 am” my eyes opened instantly, on realization. We need to leave by 9 am for our work respectively; I was about to wake up hurriedly “why didn’t you wake me up early Jeonghan? We’re going to be late, oh god”

“Noor” he caged me, “Jeonghan…”

“Aaj Eid hai, did you forget meri jaan. It’s a holiday” how could I forget about today, I sighed. I’ve been so busy with work lately, I forgot about Eid. “Eid Mubarak meri jaan” he tugged my hair behind my ears and smiled. The smile which reminds me I’m home, and he is my home.

“Eid Mubarak” he pulled me closer, my head was on his chest. “I need to get up Hannie and help maa in preparing everything.”

“You’re not working today, anymore. Enjoy Eid with resting today” he looked at me and I was looking at him. “You were so busy that you even forgot about Eid today Noor, how is that fair? That’s why go on rest mood and just enjoy Eid with us. Okay?” I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

I don’t remember for how long we cuddled and I got up from the bed once we heard the knock on our bedroom room. Jeonghan went to open the door and I went to take a shower. I was sure it was maa, probably came to wake us up for breakfast. I don’t remember sleeping past 8 am ever since I started working and specially after getting married. So, today waking up at almost 9 am was more than I could ever ask for, I actually needed this sleep and rest.

I wore a cream colour kurti and patiyala, I was searching for the dupatta but I couldn’t find it. I felt Jeonghan walking towards me, “are you searching for your dupatta again?” he can read me so smoothly. I nodded without looking back at him. I felt he came closer to me, his breaths were hitting me, I saw him taking out my dupatta from the upper self, I wondered when did I keep it there.

I turned to look at him, he was holding my dupatta, “yeh lo tumhara dupatta” I took it from him, “I don’t remember keeping it there” I whispered but he definitely heard it, “but I remember keeping it there.” I was looking at down then looked at him. He came closer and trapped me between his arms and wardrobe, “Jeonghan?”

“Haan meri jaan” my heart skipped beats because of him and his words. He leaned towards me, I almost stopped breathing and closed my eyes; I felt his breaths hitting my face and suddenly I felt a kiss on my cheeks and his fingers pinched my nose. “It’s too early for anything Noor” I opened my eyes instantly. He was giving me his famous teasing look with a smirk and a laugh. He teased me again.

I lightly pushed him, and put the dupatta on my shoulder, “You are so annoying, I’m going downstairs” and I heard him laugh.

After having breakfast, I asked maa if I could help her today and she insisted me to rest up today but I wanted to make, kheer for everyone and she finally gave up.

After making kheer for everyone, maa suggested me to apply mehendi. I was about to say no and help her in making dishes but she just insisted and I couldn’t say no to her. She even asked Nishi, my sister-in-law to apply it on me.

After sitting almost, for forty-five minutes, I was done. “and you’re done” she smiled at me. “thank you” she just gave me a look “I don’t take thank you from my best bhabi” I wish my hands were not filed with mehendi fully or else I would've given her a hug. A tight hug which she deserves.

“I lowkey want to see the reaction of Jeonghan when he will see your mehendi” I looked at her, “Why so?”

“Ask him to check your mehendi once dried up and everything” I was about to say something but I saw Jeonghan standing and leaning on the door. He smirked at me, and said “meri jaan” and I can never get it wrong, never ever. I was so flustered and he was so satisfied with it, his face said it all.

“Bhabi, you should go and rest up in your bedroom while wating for this to dry. You’ve a holiday anyway” I diverted my attention back to Nishi

“But”

“No buts, you work way too much and ask bhaiya to keep you company, he is just too jobless and wouldn’t mind to keep you company” she laughed “look at him, he can’t even take his eyes off you right now.” I looked at him and he was just smiling at us. “Sometimes I wonder how does he even work, like you know missing you during his work and I’ve never seen him so lovesick, the way he is for you. Honestly one day I thought he lost his mind when I saw him giggling at his phone and it turned out it was a video of you petting a kitten. He is such a lovesick”

“Stop Nishi” I was getting embarrassed.

“Sach me, aapko pata bhi hai, kitne der se dekh rahe the aapko, usnki jaan jo ho aap” I gave her a look again.

“Acha chalo, you’re done now and it looks like he is waiting for you, now go” I got up and walked towards the door, Jeonghan left the moment I got up from the sofa.

I walked towards our bedroom, I’ve no work anyways so I could just rest today. I entered and almost jumped in surprise, when I heard the voice “Looked like you enjoy Nishi’s company more than me, is that true meri jaan?” I almost got a heart attack.

“Jeonghan!” I looked at him, he was looking sulky, “You almost scared me.” I walked inside and heard him close the door. I didn’t look back and went to sit on the bed.

“You didn’t answer my question Noor” he came to sit beside me, this side of Jeonghan is so rare. “Well… you could tell your sister… to be less adorable and fun around me” I smiled at him

“Am I not fun?”

“Well not more than Ni-” and I couldn’t complete this because he kissed. He was holding my arms carefully, and kissed me more.

He was pressing his lips softly but more on my lips, his lips touched my lips for a brief moment which was meant for teasing, I know him very well, before he could tease me more, he pulled himself back, the feeling of his lips on mine made me miss and crave for more. I was about to pout but he spoke.

“You talk too much at times.” I was in shock, “You are the one who asked!”

“Yes yes I know still you were about to say you like Nishi more.” I was about to say something but he didn’t give me the chance to say anything and put a small gulab jamun inside my mouth, I couldn’t help but to enjoy the taste. I loved it, “You liked it?” I nodded, and he came closer to take a bite of the gulab jamun. I was in shock, he pressed his lips against mine again and this time, one of his hand was on my waist, supporting me from falling backwards on bed. He was the only support I had or else I would've lost balance because of his sudden kisses. This kiss was more like he was telling me, something. He looked satisfied and pulled back. “Gulab jamun is tasty, glad maa decided to make it today.” I was looking at him, and his thumb was caressing my lips, the urge to kiss him was more, why would he tease him. I was looking at his lips, probably unable to say anything more, “Jeonghan” my voice came out low and hoarsh, and in a blink he’s kissing me. Once, twice, until I’ve had a taste and a realization, that I’ll never have enough. He’s holding my waist and my arm, careful about the mehendi, which I almost forgot because of him. Suddenly he’s kissing me harder, harder like it’s a need right now. He kissed me until we are out of breath.

“Your lips taste sweet. Wish I could taste you more just like this.”

“I need to tell Seungcheol to stop giving you flirting ideas like this”

He could see how he flustered me, “you still get flustered everytime I kiss you”

“Eid Mubarak meri jaan”

[suspm]

Final Project- "Hmong New Year"

For my final project for this class, I will be taking photos of end of the celebrations that Hmong people have. I will be mainly focusing on Hmong New Year celebrations held in the cities' fairgrounds. Ever since I was a child, I remember going to each one and having a great time there with family and friends.

I will be traveling from city to city and shoot photos of all different types of venders there. I will be taking photos of different types of Hmong clothes from tradition to a more modern look. As time have passed many new and different type of outfit style have changed. Many still wear tradition heavy clothing while some have moved to more a modern style.

There are different activities to experience at Hmong New Year and I hope to be able to capture every moment that truly captures the beauty and wonder of my people celebrations. From finding love to getting hit by sport balls.

Due many gangs related crime that have taken place in the past. The city has taken extra precautions to make sure no concealed weapon or drugs is taken into the fair grounds. Bags the surpassed 8inch by 5in were not allowed unless it was a clear bag or a maternity bag for children purposes.

After checking bags sizes, there will multiple lanes where metal detectors are set up to make sure you do not have any conceal weapon on your body.

You will head over to walk through thew metal detector. You will place all your items into a bowl and security will search them. As stated before, too many gangs related crimes have taken place, so the city is taking extra precautions to ensure safety for everyone

People from all over comes to California for new year, so there is always lots of people and families walking around the vendors to see what is being sold. They are always here to watch dance competitions, women pageant, and many more.

Medication is mostly sold in all the older Hmong women and men vendors. These are herbs and stones to help with health. Mostly eastern Asian culture use tree roots, plants, and stones to grin into dust for many health issues within the body or spiritually

Another big item sold at Hmong New Year is jewelry. Many of the older ladies are attractive to gold and jade. Most pieces are for fashion and to enhance your beauty, however there is some pieces that rea meant for spiritual protection.

Korean and Japanese popular characters and anime merchandise are always sold at Hmong New Years. From what I remember, it has recently gotten popular over the last 5 years. Most venders sell well known anime characters and K-POP posters and albums.

One thing about Hmong New Year is all the drink and food vender there! Lots of different type of food and culture food comes to this event to make business. Boba drinks are the main or most sold drinks.

“Pov pob” is a courtship that Hmong people do. Boys and men will go around a holding a tennis ball or a ball of that size and ask a girl or woman to toss the ball with them. As you pass the ball back and forth from across one another, you talk with one another and get to know each other. If there is interest, you will give your contact information. However, if you aren’t interest, you can just thank the person for the time and move on.

These two men were talking and courting the young ladies as they were tossing the ball back and forth with their friends. Asking them if they will like to get to know one another.

This was a before and after shot of a girl who was enjoying her time with her friends. She caught the ball and toss it too far making her friend chase after it.

It’s not just the young folks who do the courtship! Lots of the older men and woman who are single or are a widow will participate. For the older tradition the men will sing a story or feeling, “hais Kwb tsiaj”, to the woman, and if she likes it then she will reply with her own song.

There are dance competitions held at each Hmong New Year event. Many dance groups from all over the states comes over to compete. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to see them perform as my mother wanted to go shop for some more stuff.

There is a stage that is meant for random people to go and show off their skills in singing and dancing. This was a young group who as doing a dance cover for a KPOP song.

Lastly, you can’t leave the sports out of Hmong New Year. Mostly boys and men compete in these sport events. The two sports played is volleyball and soccer.

The sports are held from the youth to the seniors. I was only able to capture the youth as their court was the only one that had enough room for me to squeeze in to take photos.

After spending 4 hours walking, shopping, eating, and taking photos, we finally went home!

[lyricsssdotin]

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[galaxofmuses]

// K! It's time for me to hit the hay! My brain reached the limit today man afhkjfh