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Be the Light: Pt. 3 (SeongjoongxFem!reader)

Pairing: Hongjoong x Seonghwa x Fem!reader | Side pairing(s): Ateez x Fem!reader.

Word Count: 6k

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

AU: historical!au, arranged marriage!au, royalty!au

Summary: YN has spent her entire life in service of Han Sookmyung, Queen of Hanseong. She never dreamed above her station, or that she'd ever be in reach of Sookmyung's concubines, 'The Golden Ones'. But, when secrets are brought to life, her world is turned upside-down.

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, heavily referenced torture (briefly), heavily referenced abuse (briefly), heavily referenced sexual abuse (briefly), enslavement, slight gaslighting, lost sibling, political drama, historical drama, joseon!au, concubine!ateez, nsfw content, virgin!reader, polyamory, polygamous, throuple, threesome m/m/f, oral sex (m. and f. receiving/giving), cunnlingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, virgin sex, virginity discussed.

Taglist: @scarfac3 @tunaasan @lelaleleb @sevngmin148 @meljoongiee @puppyminnnie @sunasmoke22 @kyourixr @yoongiigolden @lynnsqueendom @atinycafe @soocore @ethereally-lyann @blackbutterfly133 @ddaeing @pearltinyy @raviollirin

Huge thanks to my lovely beta reader @daesukiii 💕💕

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The palace temple was built by the first King of Hanseong, one of Sookmyung’s ancestors, many years ago. Walking through the temple’s zen garden, a small pond area guarded by stone statues of gods, Hongjoong and Seonghwa did not meet anyone during their walk. Hardly anyone visited the palace temple anymore, and since Sookmyung did not care about it, the area became overgrown by wildlife and dense foliage. Both men struggled to find the path at times, and once or twice one of them ran into garden snakes. But, eventually they saw the stone and wood structure in the middle of a clearing. Hongjoong saw a stone buddha statue eroded by age and weather in front of several kneeling cushions on the ground. The place overall carried a tranquil silence that he worried might break at the slightest sound. He’d expected they’d be alone, but he’d been wrong.

Sitting in her usual wheelchair, Queen Mother Jisoo sat with her hands folded over her lap and head bowed in prayer. On a cushion beside her was Chaewon, her handmaiden. This sudden appearance of Sookmyung’s mother raised their suspicions. The small offerings placed in front of the statue implied she visited often, and she appeared entirely at peace. Hongjoong looked at Seonghwa, and saw the caution in his eyes. They walked slowly and quietly behind the two women, taking their own cushions and sitting in silence. Hongjoong wondered how long the pair planned to be here. What if their contact backs away because he saw Jisoo and Chaewon? Then, he’d never learn of their plan. He’d considered leaving and waiting in the bushes before another figure joined them.

Senior Advisor Choi Wonshik. He came unaccompanied this time, in his usual official robes and gat. A quick glance to them with a bow was returned before he took a cushion beside Hongjoong. Another person to scare off his contact. Hongjoong had given Seonghwa a look before Jisoo spoke first.

“What do you pray for, Hongjoong?”

Jisoo’s voice broke the garden’s tranquil silence, as soothing as the water falling into the pond nearby. Hongjoong and Seonghwa looked at one another, then at Wonshik, who smiled serenely with his head bowed. Chaewon showed a similar expression, not looking over at him or anyone else. He thought about what he could possibly say to Sookmyung’s mother. It’d be wrong to tell her ‘your daughter’s downfall’ out loud and to her face.

“For home,” Seonghwa said from beside him.

Hongjoong whipped his head over to him, but Jisoo spoke first. “As do all of us,” she beckoned Chaewon to stand, and the woman moved to turn her chair around and face them. The lines around her mouth and her eyes showed signs of a woman who’d laughed and lived well. Her eyes, while similar to Sookmyung, did not hold viciousness but rather warmth.

She smiled at them both, “This country is my home. I spent many years of my life dedicated to leaving it better than when I first came into power. I pray for its safety and wellbeing every morning, afternoon, and night. I pray that the crops will be fruitful this harvest, and that we will never see another war or famine again. My prayers are the only thing left to me since my daughter was crowned queen.”

“It is the only thing many of us have left,” added Wonshik. “I pray for strength,” he told them, “And for patience. I pray that one day the dignity of The Crown is restored, and that when people see our banners, they do not cower in fear but instead feel comforted.”

“I pray for the good health of the people,” said Chaewon, “And for the protection of my daughter, YN.”

“As we should,” said Wonshik.

Suddenly everything made sense. He looked over at Chaewon, then Wonshik, then at Jisoo.

“We may speak plainly,” Jisoo declared. “I told the guards to leave this place, and this temple has been banned since Sookmyung became queen. This means you can remove those ridiculous veils and let me see your handsome faces."

Tentatively, Hongjoong and Seonghwa removed their veils and Jisoo beamed brightly at them. She examined Seonghwa first, clearly admiring his jawline and wide eyes. Hongjoong saw her nod her head in approval.

"Just as handsome as you are intelligent," she concluded. "One might have thought you'd been sculpted by gods if they saw you."

Seonghwa bowed his head appreciatively. She did the same with Hongjoong, studying his features closely. His cheeks blushed being observed like a painting or statue sold at auction. He looked over to Wonshik, who appeared to be doing the same from where he sat. But, it was Chaewon who spoke.

"He looks like a true prince, doesn't he, Your Majesty?" She grinned fondly.

"No, not a prince," Jisoo said. She met his eyes when she said, "A king."

Her words left him speechless. He eyed her closely, searching for a lie in her face. This woman is Sookmyung’s mother; her being part of a resistance against her sounded too good to be true. Hongjoong never knew Jisoo to scold or criticize her daughter. More often than not, she remained neutral and kept to herself in the palace. Seeing The Queen Mother was rarer than seeing a concubine. He couldn’t imagine her wanting to depose her own child. When she moved away, he spoke.

“What did we meet here for?” he asked her, “To talk of prayers? Changbin’s message mentioned another heir.”

“How can that be?” Seonghwa asked after him.

“Sookmyung has a twin sister.”

The news shocked the two men. “A twin?” Hongjoong furrowed his brow, “Where? How? If there is someone walking around with Sookmyung’s face, then they would’ve been found before now.”

“I married King Siwon when I was nineteen-years-old,” she started. “Being the King, Siwon had a multitude of responsibilities. I only had one: to produce heirs for the throne. I’m sad to say it was the only thing I could not do. Siwon and I spent five years of our marriage trying for a child, and failing. Every pregnancy I did have never carried to term or came out ill and died or was a stillborn,” Hongjoong saw the discomfort in her face speaking about it. “I felt like a failure. I loved Siwon, and I knew how much he wanted a child, and I’d disappointed him. Those snakes at court began whispering that perhaps I was barren or I had a disease preventing me from having a healthy child. I had to do something. I knew if I failed to produce an heir, they might demand an annulment and Siwon and I would be separated forever.”

“So, what did you do?”

“I prayed,” she answered. “I prayed right here in this temple. Chaewon was there,” she lifted a hand which Chaewon took in her own, “And she prayed with me. I prayed for fertility, for a healthy child, and to bring honor to my family. The next time Siwon and I made love, a month later I was declared pregnant. I spent most of my pregnancy bed ridden, since I feared the slightest movement might make me lose the child inside me. The physicians checked on me night and day, giving me herbal teas and acupuncture treatments for the baby. It was a painful experience, but Siwon said the result would be worth the struggle.” She then said, “Then, on the fourteenth night on the eighth moon twenty-four years ago, I finally gave birth to my child. She came into the world crying and screaming, and by all accounts was perfectly healthy. I’d done my duty to my family, and I’d finally gotten the one thing I’d always wanted: a child.

“But then, I felt another pain and the physician said I was going into labor again. Out came a second girl, quieter than the first and whimpering softly, but also completely healthy. Siwon saw the crisis before anyone else did. He said he’d seen dynasties be torn apart by a succession dispute…” she paused, gulping thickly as she said, “And said one of the girls would have to go.”

“What? That’s awful,” said Seonghwa softly. “He forced you to part from your own child to avoid a war over the throne?”

“That’s what he believed he was doing,” she replied. Chaewon put both her hands on Jisoo’s shoulders, and the queen touched one of them still. “I knew he was right. My own family went through a similar struggle when my father died, and I did not wish to see my children be torn apart because of a silly chair. I told my husband I understood his reasoning, but I did not wish to be fully separated from my child. I begged him to let the girl remain in the palace; I told him we can pass her off as somebody’s else’s child, and nobody would have to know outside of a select few. The girls looked nothing alike, so it wasn’t as if anyone would suspect.”

Hongjoong sensed the end of this story, and he couldn’t believe it at all.

“Then, I turned to my closest friend,” she smiled up at Chaewon, “Who’d held my hand throughout my labors and been there every step of the way. She’d suffered similar fertility issues with her husband, who couldn’t produce enough sperm to give her a child. I offered the younger of the two to her,” she looked back at them, “And she’d live as Chaewon and Hyungshik’s daughter instead.”

“YN…” your name escaped his lips softly. “No, that’s…YN and Sookmyung could not be any different from one another. Firstly, their appearances alone are vastly different, and their demeanors…YN, she’s…She’s too sweet to have shared a womb with a monster like Sookmyung. How would you have kept this from other servants? Gossip spreads in this place like wildfire. If Queen Jisoo had two twins, people would have known in seconds.”

“And if Chaewon didn’t have a child one day, was never pregnant, and suddenly produced one,” added Seonghwa, “Might raise suspicions.”

“I told people my husband and I adopted a baby from the city orphanage,” Chaewon said.

“And the only people in the birthing room that night were myself, the king, the physician, Chaewon and Wonshik,” Jisoo replied. “Everyone involved was sworn to secrecy. Physician Yoon passed away some years after the twins’ birth, so it was one less person. Han YN became Park YN, and she has lived as Chaewon and Hyungshik’s adopted daughter ever since. I demanded that YN and Sookmyung live side-by-side like sisters, being companions as children before YN became her handmaiden.”

“It was His Majesty’s wish that YN be educated alongside Sookmyung,” said Wonshik. “I think when Sookmyung’s nature began to show, he started regretting his decision to separate the twins. I suggested he reveal his deception to the people, and claim YN as his daughter, but he refused. He was too proud to admit he’d made a mistake, and too optimistic that Sookmyung’s wild behavior was a phase she’d grown out of in adulthood.”

“He also feared what Sookmyung might do if she found out she had a sister,” Jisoo admitted to them. “You two saw what she’d done to those who had claims to the throne, no matter how distant. I knew telling her would put YN’s life in danger.”

“Then why are you bringing this to light now?” asked Hongjoong, appalled by their confessions. “Sookmyung is the queen. She is the most powerful person in the country. She has men who will torture and kill people at the first word, and will not hesitate to do it herself. She’ll kill YN and get away with it,” he couldn’t keep the panic out of his voice. “We can’t let anyone else know. If Sookmyung should ever think YN is-”

“-Sookmyung needs to be stopped,” Jisoo cut him off firmly. “I love my daughter. I have loved her despite her faults and wrongdoings. I did my best to raise her to be a proper lady of the realm, and prepare her for her ascension. But, I must accept the truth: my daughter is not the person I’d hoped she’d become.”

“She never was,” said Wonshik. “Ever since her girlhood, Queen Sookmyung has been vicious, manipulative, aggressive and cruel. You cannot deny this, Your Majesty,” he told her, “I told your husband that naming Sookmyung his heir would be a mistake.”

“Then who would he have named? His incompetent brother? His people-pleasing sister?” she snapped at him. “I don’t know if you remember, Senior Advisor, but my daughter had most of my husband’s family killed during the war. There are so few claimants left, and they’d be too frightened to challenge Sookmyung.” She turned back to Hongjoong, “YN is our only hope at saving this kingdom from open warfare.”

“Warfare? Do you believe the rebels are strong enough to engage?” asked Seonghwa, sitting back on his haunches and putting a hand to his chin thoughtfully. “From what I’ve always understood the rebel forces to be ill equipped and nothing more than commoners with pitchforks?”

“And that is the exact image we want Sookmyung to have,” Wonshik told him. “I can assure you that the rebels are more than farmers and fishermen. Her Majesty and I have managed to rally some supporters from the other cities. Daegu, Jeonju, and Pyongyang have all given their support to our cause, and minor lords in Gangwon-do and Jeju-do gave theirs as well. I have close friends here at court who will be on YN's side when we finally usurp Sookmyung.”

“It will not be an easy transition, Senior Advisor,” said Seonghwa. “The people only know Sookmyung; they do not know YN. If they hear she is a twin, they may assume she shares Sookmyung’s behaviors. I don’t know if you’re aware, sir, but Sookmyung forces YN to participate in the torture and abuse a majority of the time. It’s a strange intimacy the both of them have. They might believe she’s the same or worse.”

“Which is why we must show them that YN is tender-hearted and gentle,” he replied. “Have her go into the city, meet her people and speak to them face-to-face. Reinstate the protection laws and charities Sookmyung banned or removed. She can repair damages done across the kingdom and lower taxation and those ridiculous tributes Sookmyung demands. The people will see that she is vastly different from their previous queen.”

“And she’ll have something Sookmyung has not had in the eight years of her reign,” said Jisoo. “The thing her advisors have hounded her about for years.”

“What?”

“A husband,” she eyed Hongjoong when she said this. “Not only a husband, but a husband who’d been a prince of Wonju, the rebel base and rallying point of the rebellion.”

“Should peace be restored, I’d return to Wonju to rule,” said Hongjoong. “My whole family is dead. There’d be nobody to take my place.”

“That is not entirely true, young prince,” Wonshik said. “There is your cousin, Jeongin.”

“Jeongin?” He lifted an eyebrow. Hongjoong remember his youngest cousin, and said, “He was killed by Sookmyung’s guards the day they sacked the city.”

“No, he wasn’t,” he said. “Wonju loyalists managed to smuggle him out right as the fighting began. He has been living in the countryside ever since. The people in charge of him have been preparing him to be your steward in Wonju. You would be here with YN, ruling at her side, while giving him control of Wonju in your place.” When he saw Hongjoong’s hesitation, he added, “Jeongin is the same kind, caring boy you remember. He would make a great steward.”

“And it’d rebuild the alliance Wonju and Hanseong once had,” said Jisoo. “I don’t believe Wonju’s bannermen would agree to any ties with Hanseong without a marriage pact. Even if you have not been in Wonju, the people there still stand with you, Hongjoong. You are their king. You can be my daughter’s king consort, be at her side and guide her.” She then grinned slyly, "Unless you do not want her?”

"Of course I do," he blurted out without thinking. "I mean, I do like her. I think YN could be a good queen with the right counsel, but Sookmyung…"

Hongjoong did not want to imagine what horrors she'd have in store for you. Sookmyung held you very close to her heart. Should she believe you're conspiring against her, she'll see it as the deepest of betrayals. Hongjoong refused to let her dangle you from a ceiling or shove you in a horrific box. He'd kill her before he let that happen.

"What are your plans for Sookmyung?" Seonghwa asked when Hongjoong failed to respond.

"She will be arrested and put on trial," said Wonshik

"On what charges?"

"Crimes she committed during the war," he explained. "The murder and torture of prisoners of war, purposefully attacking civilian towns and taking hostages are only a few named."

"You cannot arrest a queen."

"You can if she has been deposed," he corrected him. "If the council decides Sookmyung is unfit as queen, she will be replaced by YN, therefore removing her titles. Up until now, most of the officials feared retaliation from her for speaking out, but I have convinced the Head Advisors to join me."

"Is she not supposed to be there when the ruling is made? That is part of the law."

"Smart boy," Wonshik smiled at him, "But there is a loophole in this law."

"Is there?"

"The ruling monarch does not have to be present for every council meeting," he said, "And Sookmyung never comes to any of them. We always come to decisions on our own, and present them to her for approval."

"And this ruling can be made during one of these meetings," concluded Seonghwa. "She will not go quietly, you know. She will try to flee."

"We have no doubt about that," he replied. "Do not worry. I have many things in place to make sure she is detained."

"And when is this supposed to happen?"

"Tonight."

"Tonight? So soon? Why?"

"Because it is crucial we do it as soon as possible," he said. “Her Majesty will set up a place for Sookmyung to be, we will wait until she is unsuspecting, and then confront her. We will have supporters around us to step in if need be.”

"The only person we are waiting on is you, Your Grace," Jisoo said to him gently. "Will you accept my daughter’s hand in marriage and be her king consort? Help us reunite the kingdoms and restore peace?"

His eyes began to sting. Nobody had called him 'Your Grace' in a very long time. He didn't think he'd ever be called that again. Thinking deeply, Naeun came to mind. If he refused, everything she suffered would be for nothing. He remembered her lifeless body laying on the hard straw, broken bones protruding from her skin and her eye swollen shut. She died with the hope that one day her home will be as she remembered. Hongjoong then thought of you. As your king consort, he could be around you whenever he liked. He could speak to you, laugh with you, kiss and hold you the way he dreamed. You would be his, and you could restore the kingdom together.

"Yes," he nodded. "Yes, I will."

For home.

****

"-He kept crying all the way back," she huffed. "I thought, being a man, that he'd have a higher tolerance for it."

You knelt at Sookmyung’s side by the low dining table. The afternoon light shone in through the open windows, their borders creating shapes on the floors. Along with it came a cool spring breeze that kissed your warm cheeks. You hated it when Sookmyung recounted her nights in the dungeon. It sickened your stomach, and only brought on more haunting visions. You laddled egg soup into a bowl for her, stirred it around a few times, then placed it in front of her.

“You’re a woman and you have a stronger stomach than him,” she said, spooning soup into her mouth.

“I am sure Hongjoong was only overwhelmed by experiencing so much so quickly,” you told her. You sliced toasted bread, putting a small pot of honey and jaw in front of her. “You should have started small, perhaps The Box or The Bull. You know, an act he doesn’t see but hears instead. It lets his mind fill in the blank spaces.”

“Hm,” she mused, sipping more soup from her bowl, “I suppose you’re right. I may have been a bit hasty in my excitement to show him the chamber. I thought…” she hesitated, “I thought he might understand. I thought he’d enjoy it the way we do.” She pondered over her soup, pushing the strings of egg with her spoon. “I was wrong.” You saw her fingers grip the spoon tightly, her eyes narrowed at the bowl as it’d wronged her.

“Things like the dungeon take a bit of getting used to,” you told her. “I am sure with time, he will come to enjoy it with you.”

You sat back on your legs and watched her eat. Your own stomach growled quietly, and rumbled in your gut the longer you lingered on the food. The porridge you’d eaten this morning had since been digested, and left you hungry again. You did not know what plans Sookmyung had for the day, since she never concerned herself with the day-to-day work of a queen. The advisors usually held meetings in the morning, then approached her with their decisions some time in the day. Having started her day late, you’re sure they’ll wait until much later to discuss any rulings they’ve made. A part of you believed the council made decisions and put them into action without Sookmyungs’s knowledge sometimes. It is not as if she cared anyway.

“You’re the only person I can share my chambers with,” she said. “You’re the only one who understands.”

Unfortunately, she was right. While Sookmyung’s ‘experiments’ and ‘delights’ haunted your dreams and churned your stomach, you’d begun to understand why she must hurt others. It made sense when you thought about it. Relishing in the pain of others gave her a gratification she couldn’t find anywhere else. Hurting them, controlling when the pain began and ended simulated a power reserved for gods, and not men. You often stood by as she forcibly shoved a man into a box full of venomous scorpions and spiders, and saw the glee in her face. You’d see her carve a man’s face off to place maggots on the red flesh, then stand to watch him writhe in agony. It was abhorrent to anyone else. It was fun for Sookmyung. The fact that her treasured flower did not revel in the torture with her must’ve upset her deeply. Hongjoong having cried at whatever befell the assassin angered Sookmyung. Watching her stir her soup around before eating it, you worried she might decide she no longer wants Hongjoong.

He may end up in The Box next.

“Will you take him back there?” you asked her, pouring milk into a cup for her to drink.

“I wanted to, but the assassin died in the night,” she scoffed. She ate another piece of kimchi, chewing on the fermented vegetable before saying, “You should have seen her, YN. I think you would have admired her resistance.”

“Did she reveal any information to you?”

“No,” she shook her head, “Those rebel bastards should start finding smarter people. The guards say they found her climbing over the garden wall, waiting in the trees by the corner. You’d think an assassin might be smarter than that.”

“Hubris,” you said, “That was her mistake.”

She grinned, “And stupidity. What made her think she could ever possibly put her knife to my throat?”

“Pride or desperation. One of the two, I suspect.”

Sookmyung then changed to another topic, a smirk lifting a corner of her mouth, “You never answered me last night.”

“Your Majesty?” you dug your nails into your skirt. Another test was coming, you knew it.

“I asked if San was your type.”

“I told you he was not, Your Majesty.”

Your cheeks burned recalling the previous night. You are certain Sookmyung had no intention of letting you lay with one of her flowers. She only wanted to embarrass you further in front of people. Like with her victims, she controlled your life. She’d also control any lover you took up. She’d kill them if she didn’t approve.

“YN, I cannot find you a proper husband unless you tell me,” she said irritably. She then sneered, “Or, maybe, you don’t like men at all.”

“Wha-what?” your eyes widened at the implication, and you shook your head. “Your Majesty, I assure you I do prefer me-”

“-There is nothing wrong with liking the same sex, YN. There are places all over the world where women couple with women,” she cupped your chin so you looked at her. Her thumb traced your bottom lip line as she said, “I sometimes wish I’d been the boy my father had wanted. Then, this marriage situation could be easily solved.” She moved away from her bowl to sit closer to you. You shivered as her fingers pushed stray strands of hair away, “I could marry the prettiest, loveliest woman I know, and make her mine.” When you looked away in embarrassment, she cackled, “Such a flustered little virgin. There is so much you do not know.”

“Your Majesty…”

“It’s sweet.”

The sound of footsteps made you jump away from her, but she stayed in place. A knock on the door made her grunt frustratedly.

“Go see who it is, YN,” she said, “Then tell them to leave. We have places to be later, and I need to get dressed.”

You were all too eager to go. You are not a naive child. You know women can be romantic with other women; there is nothing wrong with that. You’d seen Sookmyung nude many times over the course of your servitude, and you wouldn’t say she was ugly by any means. Any true naive person would think she is a goddess with her slender curves and hips. The only problem for you was that said woman is sadistically evil. You reached the door, and slid it open to reveal your mother and Queen Jisoo.

“Your Majesty,” you said, heat rising in your cheeks again as you bowed, “Good afternoon. What brings you here?”

“My daughter,” she replied stiffly. “Is she finally awake?”

“She is,” you nodded, “But she has a busy schedule ahead of her, so she must be getting dressed now.”

“Psh, as if that will stop me,” she replied. “Chaewon, wheel me in.”

With a beckoning gesture over her shoulder, your mother wheeled Jisoo into the room where Sookmyung sat on cushions by the low breakfast table. You trailed behind, not meeting her eyes, and remaining silent.

“Good afternoon, Mother,” Sookmyung said with a false grin, “I hope you’re feeling better. YN was just telling me you hadn’t eaten much yesterday.” A lie that Queen Jisoo did not believe for a second.

“I am, darling daughter,” she said, “But my health is not why I’ve come here. I am here to tell you that you are to clear your afternoon schedule today.”

“Why is that?”

“I have invited lords from Daegu, Jeonju, and Pyongyang as well as sons of your bannermen to our banquet pavilion today. It is about time you stopped fiddling with those poor concubines of yours and settled down with a husband.”

Sookmyung glared at her, “I do not want a husband.”

“I’m afraid that your wishes are no longer a concern to anyone. You are a queen, and a queen must have a king.”

“I do not want a king.”

“Why? Because then you’d have to actually share your power with someone? Because there will finally be someone restraining these ghastly, deviant urges of yours?” her mother accused. “I have made excuses for your behavior for years and years, Sookmyung. When people at court called you improper and promiscuous, I told them you shared your father’s fiery passion. When they said your conquest brought nothing but poverty to your people, I said that you united the kingdoms under one rule and brought forth strength to our armies. Even when you rebuilt the dungeons, to toy and defile people you deemed criminals, I told them that you were passionate about justice.” You heard the frustration rising in her voice, and flaring in her dark eyes. “People have begun to talk, Sookmyung. They say that one day soon, you’ll become pregnant with an illegitimate child and bring shame to our throne.”

“Who cares?” Sookmyung groaned, “Any child I bare would have my blood. Why would that make them unworthy?”

“Because a bastard has never sat on our throne-”

“-I don’t want them, so why does this matter?”

Jisoo sighed, “Sookmyung, I understand your hesitancy to marry. I had my reservations when my mother approached me, but I made it work. I did my duty to my country and my family.” Her eyes shifted over to you, sad and full of regret. It struck you as strange. “But, in order for our family to continue, you must produce a legitimate child. A child of royal, noble blood.”

“I hate children,” she spat, glaring back at her mother, “They’re whiny, snotty, and annoying.”

“You’ll feel differently when you have a child of your own.”

Sookmyung then gave her mother a grin that unsettled you. It was the same mischievous smile she’d given when she misbehaved. She stood up from her seat, and said, “But, what if I have found true love at last, Mother? What if I have found someone I wish to spend my life with?”

“You-You have? Who?” the queen asked, shocked.

Sookmyung moved over to you, standing behind you with arms around your waist. She placed her head on your shoulder as she said, “YN.”

Jisoo scoffed, “Oh please, Sookmyung. You cannot marry YN; she is a woman.”

“Women marry women all the time, Mother, when they marry the same husband,” she said. “YN and I can marry the same man and he can give her children instead.”

“As true as that may be, our clan has never indulged in such practices,” she said. “Besides, any child YN has will be considered…” she searched for the words, “Hers. Not yours. You are the queen, so it is your children who should-”

“-I am aware of how succession works, Mother!” Sookmyung snapped, her voice pinching your eardrum. “I have told you explicitly time and time again that I do not wish to have children or to marry. YN is perfect for it. If I marry her, her children will also be considered my children.”

“Should you marry a woman, it cannot be YN,” her mother said.

“Why not?”

“She is your handmaiden, love. She is not…” she paused again, “She is not suitable for you. She is not of noble blood.”

“Psh, wow,” Sookmyung snorted, “I thought I could be cruel. Did you hear that, Chaewon? My mother thinks your daughter is unworthy of me.”

“My daughter is a servant, Your Majesty,” your mother told her. “She’ll be marrying someone of her station like a stableboy or a blacksmith. A woman of your rank, Your Majesty, should be marrying a fine lord or a prince.”

“There are no princes left, you fool,” Sookmyung sniped at her.

“There would be if you hadn’t slain them all,” interjected Jisoo. “Enough of this foolishness. You will come to the pavilion today and greet your suitors. I give you until the end of the day to make a decision. If you do not choose one, I will choose one for you,” she said sternly.

“You wouldn’t-”

“-I would,” she cut her off. “This childish behavior of yours is coming to an end. You have been a queen for eight years, and have not even considered any suitors for yourself, so I must do it for you. I am giving one chance. If not, consider yourself lucky that you have not been dethroned.”

“You bitch!”

Sookmyung grabbed a small ceramic vase and flung it in the queen’s direction. Jisoo shielded her face in time to avoid any serious damage, but you still saw the disbelief in her eyes.

“I hate you!” Sookmyung grabbed another object, this time a small dish, which was dodged when your mother pulled Jisoo away. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”

“Your Majesty, please!”

You managed to grab her wrist in time to stop her from taking up a third object, which gave your mother time to wheel Jisoo away. “You can throw tantrums all you want,” Jisoo called from nearby, “You will get married or live to regret it.”

“What did you say, you-”

You kept Sookmyung from following her mother out by the waist. “Your Majesty,” you called over her grunting and growling, “Please enough. You will only make things worse for yourself.”

“For myself?” she twisted out of your grasp and turned on you, “I am the queen, you idiot! What sort of consequences could I face? What can that old, useless woman do to me?”

“I-I don’t know-”

“-You never know anything,” she hissed. “Just as stupid as you look. I am the queen. Nobody can touch me. Nobody can make me do anything I don’t want to do. I don’t have to marry anyone. I don’t have to have children. I don’t have to do anything that those stupid, old men in the council want me to do.”

“They only have the country’s best interest at heart,” you explained, keeping your hands together to stop them shaking. “They’re not doing it to hurt you or make you unhappy. Having a child would ensure your family name and legacy continues onward,” you took a moment to think, then said, “How can you make sure your dungeons and practices remain in place if somebody else takes up the throne? With a child of your own, you can make sure they share the same beliefs as you about crime and punishment.”

“I hate children,” she gruffed.

“You don’t have to like them. You don’t even have to take care of them; you can have a wet nurse look after them for you. You only have to have them.”

“I don’t want to marry any of those men.”

“I’m afraid it must be one of them.”

Sookmyung’s palm collided with your cheek sharply. The pain burned on your skin, but you did not dare flinch or wince in front of her. “You do not get to tell me what I can and can’t do,” she snarled. “I do. I am the queen." She smacked you again, “Say it. Say I am the queen.”

“You are the queen,” you squeaked.

“And you are my slave.”

“And I am your slave.”

Sookmyung smacked your other cheek, then grabbed you by the collar of your jacket. “I should throw you in that chamber. I think you’d remember who you are after a few days in there.”

Your eyes stayed on hers, and you trembled in her grasp. She could do it. You knew she could. For the briefest moment, you saw yourself laying nude in The Box, screaming and clawing at the wooden door as insects and arachnids crawled all over you.

“But no,” she released you and stepped away, “You’re not hard-headed like the other idiots around here. Dress me, and then we can meet these stupid suitors.”

“You…You will meet them then?”

“Might as well,” she shrugged. “Maybe we can find a husband we both like.”

“Both of us? Your Majesty,” you followed her to the bedroom, “None of those men would want to marry me. I am a servant.”

“You’re my servant,” she noted. “If they marry me, they’re marrying you too.” She held her arms behind her back so you may untie and remove her robe for her.

You gingerly touched your left cheek, and felt a small welt where her ring struck you. It pinched when you touched it. “What about your flowers? If you marry, you may not be allowed to have them.”

“I’m never giving them up,” she said, “Not for anyone. I worked too hard to obtain them.”

“Your husband may not like that and dismiss them from the palace. As king consort, he’d be allowed that right.” You’ll admit, you liked the idea of her flowers being set free. They’d all be able to live the lives they’ve always wanted freely and happily.

“I’d kill my flowers before I let anyone else take them from me,” she said. “Grab the red and gold dress.”

“Shall I call in the others?”

“No. I can’t stand them.”

“As you wish.”

“Because I am the queen.”

“Because you are the queen,” you repeated, giving a nod of your head before disappearing into the nearby closet.

In the privacy of the walk-in closet, you pretended to search the shelves for the appropriate box. Sookmyung kept all her hanboks in boxes with their descriptions on the side. You already knew where her regal dress was, but did not reach for the box. Your back pressed into the opposite shelf and you took deep, silent breaths. Heart pounding in your chest, you tried your best to calm it before Sookmyung heard you. Like a feral animal, she grew tense the second she sensed fear. You hated this feeling, but it came regardless. You hated that your life was at her mercy.

One mistake, one false word, and she’d throw you into a torture cell.

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A/N: The conspirators have finally met!! I am so happy you guys are enjoying this fic so far. I know it's complex and elaborate, but I really love historical dramas and period pieces, so I wanted to write one for ateez. Please, as always, feel free to like, reblog, and comment <3

Also, sorry if some tags aren't tagging. Idk why.

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tokidokitokyo · 4 months

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ことわざ 17/?

ことわざ are Japanese proverbs, and I have listed some basic proverbs, their equivalents in English, and a rough translation of the meanings of the Japanese phrase.

There is a test for ことわざ called the ことわざ能力検定 (ことわざのうりょくけんてい) and these are some of the phrases that appear in level 9 or 9級 (10 being the lowest level). For the time being, try one or two of these out the next time you speak with a native Japanese speaker!

ことわざ (こと検9級): 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 More ことわざ (こと検10級): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

眉を顰める

まゆをひそめる

to furrow your brow

furrow your brow

緑の黒髪

みどりのくろかみ

lustrous black hair

black hair with a greenish sheen

身に染みる

みにしみる

to be deeply moved; to have wind/cold pierce the body

a feeling that permeates the body

身につまされる

みにつまされる

to be touched by another's plight

feel a pinch of guilt on your body

身の毛がよだつ

みのけがよだつ

hair-raising; spine-tingling

have your body's hair stand up in fear or from cold

耳が痛い

みみがいたい

hitting close to home

accurate criticism that is painful to the ear

耳が��い

みみがはやい

in the know

ears are quick to receive new information

耳に入れる

みみにいれる

to inform

put into someone's ear

耳に胼胝ができる

みみにたこができる

to hear ad nauseum

told something so much it creates calluses in your ears

耳に付く

みみにつく

irritating or annoying (sound)

a sound that sticks in the ear

耳寄りな話

みみよりなはなし

a topic of interest

talk that makes ears approach

耳を疑う

みみをうたがう

to doubt your own ears

doubt your ears

耳を貸す

みみをかす

to lend an ear

lend an ear

耳を傾ける

みみをかたむける

to listen closely

tilt your ear over to listen

耳を澄ます

みみをすます

to focus your attention (and listen)

clear out your ears

耳を揃える

みみをそろえる

to get the money together (to pay a debt)

arrange the ears (edges) of your coins

身を入れる

みをいれる

to give it your all

put in your whole body

身を切られる思い

みをきられるおもい

heartrending

a thought that cuts your body

身を削る

みをけずる

to work yourself sick

whittle away your body with work

身を粉にする

みをこにする

to work hard without complaint

work your body into powder

身を立てる

みをたてる

to make something of yourself; to make it on your own

raise up your body

胸が痛む

むねがいたむ

to feel great sympathy

chest in pain

胸が一杯になる

むねがいっぱいになる

to be overcome with emotion

chest like a cupful of joy or sadness

胸が躍る

むねがおどる

excited; psyched up

chest dancing with joy or in anticipation

胸が騒ぐ

むねがさわぐ

to feel uneasy

chest disturbing you with feeling something bad is going to happen

胸がすく

むねがすく

to be relaxed, worry-free

chest clear of worry

胸が詰まる

むねがつまる

to feel uneasy

chest stuffed with sadness or worry

胸に刻む

むねにきざむ

to take something to heart

engrave on your chest

胸を痛める

むねをいためる

to cause someone emotional distress

cause pain in another's chest

胸を打つ

むねをうつ

to touch someone's heart

strike someone's chest

胸を借りる

むねをかりる

to train with a superior

in sumo, to borrow someone's chest is to have the honor of training with them

胸を撫で下ろす

むねをなでおろす

to let out a sigh of relief

rub down your chest and let go of worries

胸を膨らませる

むねをふくらませる

to be wide-eyed and full of hope

inflate your chest with hope or joy

目から鱗が落ちる

めからうろこがおちる

to have the scales fall from your eyes

目から鼻へ抜ける

めからはなへぬける

sharp as a tack

from a story where a craftsman enters the eye of a Buddha statue to affix the eye from inside. since he’s trapped he has the brilliant idea to escape through the nose of the statue.

目から火が出る

めからひがでる

to see stars

sparks coming out of your eyes

目が利く

めがきく

to be discerning

effective eyes

目が肥える

めがこえる

to be discerning

eyes grown fat with experience and knowledge

目頭が熱くなる

めがしらがあつくなる

to tear up with emotion

eyes and head warm with emotion

目が高い

めがたかい

to be highly discerning

so learned, it's as if your eyes are surveying from high above

目が無い

めがない

① to have no eye for something; ② to lose objectivity

① have no eye for something; ② no eye for, or blind to, reality

目が回る

めがまわる

to be extremely busy

so busy your eyes are spinning

目くじらを立てる

めくじらをたてる

to needlessly nitpick

raise up the speck in the corner of someone's eye for all to see

目糞鼻糞を笑う

めくそはなくそをわらう

the pot calling the kettle black

eye crud laughing at snot

目と鼻の先

めとはなのさき

extremely close together

as close as the space before your eye and nose

目に余る

めにあまる

to be unforgivable, unable to be overlooked

too much for your eyes to handle

目に物見せる

めにものみせる

to teach someone a lesson; to show someone what's what

show something before someone's eyes

目の色を変える

めのいろをかえる

to put on your game face

change the color of your eyes to indicate seriousness or anger

目の上の瘤

めのうえのこぶ

a thorn in your side; a pain in the butt

a person whose existence is like a lump above your eye

目の黒いうち

めのくろいうち

while you still live; while you still draw breath

while your eyes are still black (grey/white pupils indicate death)

目の毒

めのどく

something you really don't need to see right now

poison for the eyes because it will trigger craving/desire or cause discomfort

目も当てられない

めもあてられない

a sight that is too much to bear

so horrible, eyes can't hold witness to it

目もくれない

めもくれない

to completely ignore

not give an eye (attention) to something

目を疑う

めをうたがう

to not be able to believe your own eyes

doubt your eyes

目を奪われる

めをうばわれる

to be captivated

have your sight stolen and held captive by something

目を覆う

めをおおう

to cover your eyes

cover your eyes in fear

目を掛ける

めをかける

to show favoritism

place eyes upon, watch over someone

目を配る

めをくばる

to keep an eye on

distribute your gaze around the area

目を皿のようにする

めをさらのようにする

to widen one’s eyes in shock

make your eyes like plates

目を白黒させる

めをしろくろさせる

to be shocked and flustered

eyes darting so fast they look white and black

目を付ける

めをつける

to fix your gaze upon something

attach your eyes

目を盗む

めをぬすむ

to do something in secret

steal someone's eyes, act outside their vision

目を光らせる

めをひからせる

to keep careful watch

shine your gaze upon someone/something

目を引く

めをひく

to draw attention; to create a distraction

pull someone's gaze

目を細める

めをほそめる

to smile warmly

smile so that your eyes narrow

目を丸くする

めをまるくする

to open your eyes wide in shock

make your eyes round

目を見張る

めをみはる

to be impressed or moved emotionally

eyes open wide in pleasant surprise

目を剥く

めをむく

to have eyes wide in shock or anger

eyes peeled wide open

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 5 months

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Hello Can I request angst story? The reader's own family has been abusing the reader for a long time, but (love) doesn't know it. reader and ( love ) had arguments and it got to the point where ( love ) said that he wished reader would just disappear. later, the feud between the reader's family became heated, and it got to the point where they pushed the reader from the hotel window and she fell into a statue of an angel. ( If you know the kdrama the penthouse, I got the idea from that ).

Lubu, thor, poseidon, hades, buddha, hercules and jack the ripper.

By the way, Belated merry christmas and happy new year💜🎉

-This wasn’t real- it couldn’t be! He didn’t believe it!

-But there you were, dead, your body being pulled by the police and paramedics off a large stone angel statue, the one that was in the garden outside the apartment building you shared with your family.

-His heart was in his ears, pounding so loudly he couldn’t hear anything else; his eyes were locked on your limp body. The statue was cracked and one of the wings had been broken off- you had fallen from a great height.

-His gaze looked up, seeing the caution tape outside the balcony of your family’s apartment, since it was a crime scene.

-Your family- where was your family?

-Eyes went wide as he saw your parents and your siblings, those you had been telling him about for so long, how they weren’t the nicest to you, being led out in handcuffs.

-Your father was screaming, looking almost pleased, “Yeah, I did it! And I’m glad I did it! That waste of space was totally useless! Y/N tried to leave us when we’d done everything for them! I’m glad I tossed them over-” he was quickly muffled and silenced by the police while your siblings seemed to be laughing and your mother was more worried about getting her dress wrinkled.

-(Love’s) eyes were wide, hearing this, hearing that your family had killed you- they had shoved you out the window.

-His eyes were wide, looking back towards you, seeing your body on a stretcher, covered with a sheet as he felt like his heart stopped, going completely quiet, as his stomach dropped.

-You had been a little ‘clingy’ here as of late, wanting to stay over at his place almost all the time- not that he minded as you did help cook and clean. You would always beg him to let you stay, not wanting to go home as you told him, over and over, that your family wasn’t being nice to you.

-He wished he had believed you. He wished he could take back those harsh words, after he had been irritated about something else and took it out on you when you asked if you could stay the night, “I wish you would just leave me alone!”

-He remembers your heartbroken gaze, he did nothing as you got your things and left without saying goodbye, and now you were dead.

-(Love) found out later that your family had been abusing you for so long, and the reason you had been spending so much time over at his place was because it was a safe place for you- no pain, no yelling, you were safe.

-He ruined it, he had yelled at you, taking out his anger unfairly on you, when you were already being hurt and yelled at when you went home. He ruined your safe space- he chased you off.

-He wished he had listened to you- listened to your words, as you had never outright said it, but you had always hoped he would get what you were saying, because you were scared.

-Every instance of him blowing off your requests, sending you home, every plead and offer to do things around his home to let you stay, each one chipped at his heart.

-He failed you; you had been silently begging him for help for as long as you had been dating, over two years now, and he didn’t get the hint once.

-Your family was charged with your murder as well as your abuse, but they were more concerned about their reputation, as their pictures were all over the news, everyone knew what they did to you, but they had no remorse- they never did.

-But (Love) did, he regretted not listening to you more closely, not paying attention when you were walking around a bit stiffly, from the bruises, he regrets sending you back to them and he regrets chasing you away.

-Your family wasn’t going to see the light of day again, he was going to make sure of it, and if they ever got out, he was going to kill them himself with his bare hands. They snuffed out your beautiful light, and he wouldn’t hesitate to do the same. He visits your grave every day, keeping it clean and putting fresh flowers on it, and he would sit and talk to you, like you were still here with him. The first time he broke down, finally breaking and letting his guilt out, sobbing into his hands with regret, he could have sworn he felt your arms around his neck, hugging him close, resting your head on top of his own, but when he looked up, there was nothing there. He would never forgive himself for what he caused.

-Poseidon, Thor, Jack, Hades, and Lu Bu

-Wept every day for you, willing and wishing anything he could to bring you back, to have you in his arms again. His grief ate at him, keeping him locked inside his home, the same home he could have shared with you, had he been more preceptive. He would never forgive himself- he’s the one that caused this in his eyes, as he drove you away, back into the arms of those who hurt you for so long. His chest hurt, nothing brought him joy as he held a photograph close to his chest, one the two of you took almost a year ago. Looking at it always made him feel better, seeing you both smiling so brightly together, you were both so happy. It always made him cry now, looking at it, because he would never know that beautiful smile again, he would never know your warmth again. He was lost without you.

-Buddha and Hercules

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror thor #ror jack the ripper #ror hades #ror lu bu #ror buddha #ror heracles

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skeleton-or-die · 4 months

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One of my neighbors has a weird assortment of lawn statues

children sitting on a bench, laughing Buddha, cherubs, a large skull, two fairies, the virgin Mary, gargoyle

#my gf and i walk past the house everyday and we always wonder. why #they also put out a 9ft skeleton in October

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colleenmurphy · 9 months

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@vegalores For you as promised <3

Her throat felt dry almost sandpapered as she took a swig of her now stone cold black coffee and winced as it slid down and tried it's best to ease her throat. Her evening had been spent down on the strip doing a tribute show at the Olde Towne Bar and she was kicking herself for not being home earlier. Libby had her sleep over, she'd tucked each of the girls, all six of them, into their sleeping bags in the large expanse of living room and had left them in the loving care of her mother. Oliver, their oldest hadn't come yet but she wasn't too worried about it. He had a good head on shoulders and he wasn't much of a partier. This was the first time she'd found herself going out and actually performing, even in front of J, in over twenty-five years. She had had an absolute blast and was still trying to calm herself down as she watched the sunrise. Carefully walking up into house she smiled to herself. All six little girls were tucked up snuggly on the plush cream colored carpet sleeping soundly. Slowly kicking off her platforms she yanked off the eyelashes and shook out a few bobby-pins and let her dark hair fall. She felt very sore now that she was standing still. Her phone chirped in her hand. Looking down she spied a message.

'Be home soon. Dropping Shan off. Found your glasses. <3 J'

Quickly she texted back semi blindly

'B Safe. LU2 Give Shan hugz <3 C'

Chucking it down onto the counter with a clatter she stumbled into the kitchen almost tripping on Cornelius in the process as the orange tabby begged her for canned food.

"Fuck off, Corny! Dr Pawz has you on a diet for a reason."

Green eyed narrowed at her momentarily before trying again, this time just a touch dialed back on the desperation and instead tried his very half assed best to look what he thought was 'feeble'.

"There's only one actor in this family, buck-o. You ain't it."

Scratching him behind his tattered ears she sighed and went about feeding him a teaspoon of the high quality vet approved pet food and grabbing a glass of water for herself while switching on the coffee pot her mother had set up for her. Somewhere to her left she heard a thud from somewhere up Ollie's bedroom. She was relieved he'd made it home.

The family calendar was jam packed with color coded dates for each member. Ollie was back home for the summer, Libby was off for the summer herself and involved heavily in swim and her tap dance lessons and spent a majority of her time with either Eileen or Colleen herself, Jay was home for a bit until he was off to film somewhere in Prague. Colleen had a few things in the works but she was mostly overseeing Jay's schedule and ensuring that their youngest as well as their eldest were living happy full lives. The chime sounded and Col poured herself a large ceramic mug of Maxwell House. Sliding the glass door open she stepped out into the one area that was her absolute oasis and always had been. The large koi pond bubbled happily. The various statues scattered around the garden greeted her as the sun slowly brought a golden hue to them. The laughing Buddha had been a gift from Jay the year after Oliver had been born. The large brass lion signified Liberty and her birth. A surprise fighter entering the fight. As her mind wandered a smell caught her. She sipped her coffee and tried to find out the exact source of the hell that was assaulting her nose. Crouching by bushes next to the lemon and avocado trees she nearly gagged. They had had issues withe septic tank when they had first moved in decades ago but they had kept up with the damn thing why was it smelling now?

"I swear to god Corny if you caught a rabbit again and left it I'm going to be very upset with you."

In his best defense Cornelius Winterbottom-Eto meowed softly that it wasn't him.

The sun crested just over the canyon view that was their lower backyard and Colleen's eyes bugged as she finally saw the source of the smell. A streak leading down the side of the house right into her back flower bed. Her Crimson Heart of Passion roses were absolutely covered in the same stinking muck that covered the stucco on the side of the house. Her ceramic mug hit the stone patio with a smash as she screamed the only logical thing her mind could grab hold of.

"OLIVER CAELUM LETO!"

Her feet had a mind of their own as they marched up the staircase and went straight to bedroom of her intended target yanked the knob and saw red as she realized that the door was locked. Summoning her inner strength she put her shoulder into and barged the door down in three goes. She'd fix it later if Oliver earned it back. He was passed out in his boxers with a half empty beer bottle next to him.

"Oliver. Caelum. Leto. Get. Up. Now."

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komal09 · 6 months

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ginniindia · 1 year

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acharyaganesh01 · 1 year

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The north area of your home is governed by Lord Kuber, the god of wealth and prosperity. Placing a Kuber Yantra in this direction can activate new financial opportunities and increase your income. A Kuber Yantra is a sacred geometric diagram that represents the energy of Lord Kuber. You can buy a Kuber Yantra and fix it on the north wall of the north section of your home. Make sure to keep this area clean, clutter-free and well-lit.

Keep Your Lockers and Safes in the South-West Zone

The south-west zone of your home is the earth corner, which represents stability and security. This is the best place to keep your lockers, safes, jewellery, money and important financial documents. According to Vastu Shastra, anything kept in this direction will tend to multiply and grow. However, you should ensure that your lockers and safes face north or north-east, as facing south or west can cause heavy expenses and losses. You can also place a red cloth inside your safe along with a citrine crystal for attracting more financial success.

Keep Your Home Clutter-Free and Organized

One of the most important Vastu tips for money is to keep your home clean, neat and organized. Clutter and dirt can block the flow of positive energy and create stagnation in your finances. You should regularly declutter your home and get rid of unwanted items, especially in the central space of your living room. You should also keep your kitchen, bathroom and bedroom tidy and well-ventilated. A clutter-free and organized home will create a sense of abundance and prosperity in your mind.

Use Positive Colours and Symbols in Your Home

The colours and symbols you use in your home can have a significant impact on your financial situation. You should choose colours that are bright, cheerful and uplifting, such as yellow, green, blue, pink and white. These colours can enhance the flow of money and happiness in your home. You should avoid colours that are dull, dark or depressing, such as black, grey, brown and red. These colours can create negativity and obstacles in your finances. You should also use positive symbols and images in your home, such as paintings of waterfalls, flowers, birds, mountains and landscapes. These symbols can represent growth, abundance and prosperity in your life. You should avoid negative symbols and images in your home, such as war scenes, violence, poverty and sadness. These symbols can attract misfortune and scarcity in your life.

Follow These Other Vastu Tips for Money

Apart from the above tips, you can also follow these other Vastu tips for money:

Place a money plant or a bamboo plant in the north-east corner of your living room or balcony. These plants can attract wealth and luck in your home.

Place a bowl of coins or a crystal bowl filled with water and salt in the north-west corner of your home. This can remove negative energy and enhance cash flow in your home.

Place a pair of elephants or horses near the entrance of your home. These animals can symbolize power, strength and success in your life.

Place a laughing Buddha statue or a Ganesha idol in the north-east corner of your living room or on your work desk. These deities can bring joy, wisdom and prosperity in your life.

Place a wind chime or a bell near the main door of your home. This can create a pleasant sound and invite positive energy into your home.

By following these Vastu tips for money, you can create a harmonious and prosperous environment in your home. You can also consult a Vastu expert at https://acharyaganesh.com for more personalized guidance and solutions for your specific problems. Remember that Vastu Shastra is not a magic formula but a way of living in alignment with the universal energy.

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Chapter 5. Confessions

Malibu California January 6 2002

It was sometime in the early hours of daylight, the sun barely making its appearance in the sky, when I slowly opened my eyes, blinking a few times and realizing just where I was. Pushing my curls from my eyes I turn, reaching across the pillow and find that I was all by myself in Tommy's gorgeous bedroom.

"Tommy?" I say quietly and groggily, but there was no answer.

I slowly sit up bringing the deep red silk sheets up to cover my chest. I glance around the room, noticing the mirrors surrounding me, and on the far side of the room was a massive black dresser with what looked like his cologne collection displayed on top. In the far corner near the bathroom was what looked like a gorgeous statue of a buddha, which I never would have thought Tommy would have.

"Tommy?" I say a little louder but still no answer, and as I sit quietly listening, I hear footsteps coming up the carpeted staircase and walking down the hallway, then Tommy appearing in the doorway in only just black boxer briefs.

"Hey beautiful," He smiles so sweetly with a large glass of water in his hand, taking a sip. His hair looking perfect, his gorgeous tall tattooed frame stepping towards me and setting the glass on the nightstand.

"Hi," I say shyly, pushing my curls out of my eyes and holding the sheet to my chest.

"You sleep ok?" He asks sweetly as he climbs back into the bed with me, then takes the glass of water off the nightstand and offers it to me.

"Uh huh," I say and take a long sip of the refreshing water from the glass, then hand it back to him and he sets it back on the nightstand.

"You ok?" He asks sweetly.

"Yea, yea, I'm ok," I say and glance at the digital clock on the nightstand then I add "I should probably go - "

"Why?" He asks with a confused look on his face. I didn't know how to tell him that whatever we did last night shouldn't have happened.

"I um, have to get back to my hotel and - well my friend's probably worried about me and I feel bad enough that I ditched her last night,"

"Can't you call her?" He asks. He's right, I could just call the hotel room from my cell.

"I can, but I'm supposed to head back home to sort some stuff out and -"

"What stuff? Where?" He asks again. I swear this is feeling like an interview again.

"Tommy," I sigh looking away and just as I was about to slide myself out of his bed he stopped me.

"Hey, you don't have to leave. Why are you running away?" He says reaching out for me as he sits up.

"I'm not running," I lie. I wanted to run. I wanted to run as far away from here as I could. I then turn and look back at him, his expression full of worry and concern and I couldn't bring myself to tell him that what we did shouldn't have happened. He just sat there looking at me waiting for me to say something but instead he says "C'mere"

I look at him, as he attempts to reassure me and I couldn't help but want to be in his arms again. Even though whatever happened last night should have never happened in the first place, some part of me inside wanted him to hold me. It's been so long since I let anyone hold me. I hesitate for a moment as he reaches out for me and I find myself laying back down with him while I still clutch the bedsheets to my chest. He rests his head on his hand leaning on his elbow and looks at me in the most endearing way imaginable.

"Talk to me," He says after a little while of silence between us.

"About what?" I chuckle.

"Like, anything. You, or... I dunno. Like, ok. How old are you?" He says with a smile and I couldn't help but giggle.

"How old am I?" I continue to giggle.

"Yea," He chuckles with that charming smile again.

"Um... 31, " I say with a giggle.

"When's your birthday?" He smiles.

"January 23rd," I giggle again.

" Ahh, an Aquarius, nice," He smiles nodding and I give him a skeptical look but then I laugh.

"Is that a good thing or something?" I ask.

"Oh it's definitely a good thing," He chuckles and then says "Favorite drink?"

"What is this? 20 questions?" I laugh.

"Well, ok we can play 20 questions if you want," He smiles.

"That's not how 20 questions work though," I laugh.

"Well, I guess this isn't 20 questions then is it?" He says and I laugh.

"Ok um, do you mean alcoholic or - "

"Either one," He smiles.

"Jack and Coke, or just Jack straight up" I say.

"Fuckin' eh... damn" He says and I giggle again.

"Non alcoholic I'd say maybe pfff I don't know... oooh like an iced cappuccino from Timmies with an espresso shot, with like whip cream and chocolate flakes on top," I explain suddenly remembering how I would get that every time I was back home in Canada I mean. Sometimes even on tour with Chris and he used to look at me like a crazy person 'cause he'd always say Seattle coffee shops would do it so much better.

"Uh huh, ok,ok... " He chuckles.

"Ok, what about you?" I say after a few moments, propping my head up just like him and looking into his eyes.

"What about me?"

"How old are you? When's your birthday? Where were you born -"

"Ok ok one question at a time," He laughs.

"Well you asked me," I giggle and he laughs.

"Ok I'm 39, My birthday is October 3rd and I was born in Athens Greece. My mom was Miss Greece in 1957 and my dad was from St. Paul Minnesota,"

"Uh huh," I say impressively. I had no idea he was actually born in Greece. The more you know.

"Anything else?" He asks, raising his eyebrow with a sweet smile and a chuckle.

"Yes. Um... ok, What is something that I don't know about you, or like something I've heard that isn't true," I ask, trying to flirt as much as I can because I have to admit this is pretty fun.

"I don't know what you've heard but whatever it is, I'm the opposite," He says with a huge smile and a nod which makes me laugh again.

"Ok, do you have any brothers or sisters?" I ask with a giggle.

"One sister, her name's Athena," He says looking down over my body that was covered by the deep red silk sheet. "..and my dad asked my mom to marry him only hours after they first met,"

"Oh my god, really?" I smile. "'Did she say yes?"

"Not right away, she thought he was crazy, but yea, like a couple of days later she did. She didn't speak a lick of english though so that was fun," He says looking back at me.

"What?" I giggle again.

"My dad was stationed in Greece when he met her and she is very, very greek. Like, did not understand english at all. He basically had to draw everything out for her to understand,"

"And he fell in love with her, like, right away? Without either of them understanding each other?" I ask oddly fascinated. The thought of love at first sight was always a weird concept to me. I mean, I don't think I've ever felt that with anyone. I've been pretty smitten though. I guess you could say I'm smitten with Tommy right now.

"Oh yea, like, didn't hold back at all. Just went straight for her," He says and I now see where he gets his forwardness from. His adorable forwardness that apparently got me last night, now that I think about it.

"Do you have any brothers I should be worried about?" He asks, raising his eyebrow at me.

"Me? No, no I'm an only child, so... it's just me," I chuckle a little bit then glance down at myself for a second. I don't think I've ever been asked about that before. Not even when I was first with Chris. He was always so damn quiet and never talked about that kinda stuff.

"Just you? So you're a clone or somethin'?" He smirks.

"No, no," I laugh and then add "My um, mom passed away a few years ago and I haven't spoken to my dad since just before I moved to Seattle,"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," He says.

"It's ok. My dad and I sorta had a huge blow up, but um.. I'm ok. I miss my mom a lot sometimes though but, I've made it on my own so far... since I was like 18, and I've never needed any help from anyone,"

"How'd she... you know, if that's ok to ask," He says gently.

"Yea, no it's ok... um... she had cancer - leukemia - the um, type that's not curable so. She had gone through treatment for months and though it was starting to work, she couldn't take it anymore and... so she decided to stop," I say looking down at myself. I haven't talked about my mom in so long. It's funny how when so much time passes no one seems to ask about things like that anymore.

"My dad passed away back in September so... I know exactly how you feel. Exactly, like... holy shit. I mean my dad had the exact same thing," He says looking at me and I flick my eyes back to him

"Really?" I say in more of an unbelievable way.

"Yea... I um... wow that's just so weird how... I mean there's obviously tons of people in the world who go through the same things but, I just never thought I would meet a girl - woman who just knows y'know? Am I making any sense?" He says with a little chuckle at the end.

"Yes," I say with a little chuckle, realizing how I really had no idea who he really was. I mean, he's not at all who I thought he was.

"I'm sorry about your mom," He says after a few moments.

"I'm sorry about your dad," I say and we offer each other a small smile.

"You know, you'd think I'd be used to death and people dying since it's happened so much around me. But it never gets easy," I say thoughtfully looking down and away from him.

"No," He says and takes my hand in his.

"Maybe that's why I have such a dark sense of humor," I say looking back at him.

"You dark? Nah," He says with a smirk which makes me giggle.

"I'm just your typical shy and quiet irish girl that seems to somehow always fuck things up for herself though,"

"Pfff, you? I am the King of fuckin' shit up. Fuck, I fuck shit up just to fuck shit up, cause I am the shit magnet," He smiles at me and I laugh.

"I wouldn't say you're a shit magnet,"

"Um, hi have we met? I'm Tommy Lee, former junkie and convicted felon, been arrested more times than you can shake a stick at, how about you?" He says maniacally joking with that charming smile and I laugh.

"Stop," I giggle playfully, smacking his chest and he laughs that sweet charming laugh of his.

After our laughter had calmed down he then glanced back down over me, some silence filling the space between us but it wasn't like it was awkward at all. It was peaceful almost like I needed to be in the moment with him. With each other.

I then lay my head down on the pillow, closing my eyes for just a moment, then opening them again to see him still holding my hand, looking at our fingers entwined together with his brow slightly furrowed as if he was deep in thought.

"Can I ask you something?" He says before I have the chance to ask him just what he was thinking about.

"Sure," I say quietly, my eyes still focused on him.

"How did I end up meeting a sweet, beautiful, gorgeous badass chick like you?"

"Um, well I think you called your lawyer who called me to come in and meet you and take over as your manager," I say as a matter of factly with a smirk.

"Man, I should've hired a chick manager years ago," He says with a smile and I laugh as he pulls me into him, his lips crashing to my neck.

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