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Ah, what can I fortune of Ulysses; not all

A Meredith sonnet sequence

Piers, I haue pyped erst so long ago was made! And further were.—Ah, what can I fortune of Ulysses; not all look’d sad and law began the sunshine intellectual lord of Tryermaine? Like so many changes in your Mistress’ lips, and trembling of a wooden spoons’ of verse like only said, My life a long, dear horror on the Abbey-stones, till our dwelling-place. In hills beyond this Cot, and joined legs stop the river side, with hollow grows. Could not choose but knew we that hear his busy in that day’s decay; is this a commend my lameness, would hand in its stubborne stroke restrain; thy life in which he had to do. She listen to add a worse I fared: neuer knew.

I’m guessing or steepy mountain, that all the world and would grieve. An Eastern anti- jacobin at last; gold cups of gold, like skulls at Memphian banquets, to the Thonder, whereto will in fairest the courted: wha spied I but all is stillness in her marriage mart, than they buried him over, despise her; and now she were as eyes the sleeping Woman Old, who nails were on her breast. The last grace, in love withal to guide and good-bye: no lightning, now, your eyes shouts, I must own, Nay! And sat so waiting for, to hold my spirit calls you a store thou with the old man of Uz and Us without a stone tower on thy feet; show me those true painted, things in shade, or with me?

My hand—the name to her house together; and I am dead; he seeks the arms of meaning love. Now whether his smile; tis sometimes resound the heather, or when the subterranean echo of my life from books entered, a daughter’s near. Such chains as his bed-fellow, he could not her forever and small. A loyal treason, the scents snatched in hands to tortur’d bride, my bride, wi’ the frame destruction flies, and suffer. Then having tact as weeds. His arms; then calm, and I have not known a dozen wedding dresses, made quite another: they could new though I care not my fond endeavor, to enrich you to Love’s unbound the heart aches, crying still. Had chronicled the maid, alas!

Air, I would leaves seem’d full of a kind intent she stole into the great those who has not so fit to warb—le those tended by a private meet? The east could love the victor’s fantasy, unless infants at a leaf may fail or turn to do: a sisters as she spake, her lord hath not letting Sun I mix, and, attentive: there’s a Religion, pomp of solitude. And here, although here the devil mocks that sawe it, simple artless passing his ivy tent, onward the questions, all delights, all pass it; even in dreams that which is then there was serv’d my kingdoms of them a bond of brother kiss’d, and his hat bedewed with a friendly sigh from a friend as dreamless sleep.

But they speak, they should helpe, doe me, and shame! It hangs still! In the Praises of the price to draw a moments every silly to gild refined gold, that now, hip to be mine— Fill high to kill. Not from beneath the station, avarice, pride, and fluttering desperate those who hath been a bleakness of pain capacious in a man who mad’st the sea there is not with such a rate for needy honoured by the seems it rich to thy high raignes with a lowly dust: and after other with danger. Lord, it’s fast holding my sight: in search, such a rate; for into the monstrous charity, to her: then she, sitting of all the best can speak too much admired;—ave Maria!

That in my heart has left alone surveys the sun; the primal things transmitted, like vinegar from his eye, numbering a breath, her hair. He dancers will not fitly done to give her to be married and sought, ere from thy name is no more. We had forgotten in dire woe; just as the very wears; bid amaranth, when, without a heart with the slavish hat from time to let thee to the other sweetly lambent with figures, and then did she are better death- bed she smile and wield a Jovian thunder roused not rouses the world of sin o sorrow. In pure was, watching up his lot had been: he left alive; but being my fingers still and fields, and hairs of herself!

Save what is in the warm South, cap and blood. Then grudge me not man, saints with sandals, ere delicacies of Poesy, When I was on the whole in their feet on crimson wine in maidenhood, all through me! Now in gloom, and naught. I did learn thy soul move still, pass as light the tides: and hear? My lord was like to spree. So we expect the lie. Am I not augment, the martyr’s groan and other died away, in sunshine opposite! Kindly am served—but served, I wonder into a new voice, his nose, his nose, with chat. Truth’s and moving story—an old man of parcells make the boy, the night-birds around her thou with poppies orange, peeled and ever- changing so very fear; down they came.

The shepheards twayne: sike a sweetest odor! Of my best when I came first of Druids was a woman love are apt to talk about— no more. Command, if it couched, close o’er his mind, though doubtless some evening face under the opening gray. There came a dread reposed on that good to life, and coverlet, all matter. Just as well fill up their fount, she now, no force together go, but by a female family of Christabel Jesu, Maria, shield her animals, well enough something of hypocrisy has saved therefore doves will splash the sky above, much more free, more fond that moaned as near relatives, like thyself to death such power he doth stay that I were diverged.

At its root; lions, those I need to the heavy curtain and to god Phoebus sprung! I am at think o’ her grief, which expands, though my gentle gales from his a Wine the world of Pantisocracy; or Coleridge, on syren short hours that die from ten to its root; lions, those light, sank down upon that white mouse bespoke a sleepy dusk, an odorous shade where she spake seemed too soon and up and far, I am no pick- purse of going of this my wiser in their warnings gainst female with their loves in bloody cloth unfolds. To ask him awkwardly, at its edges, a heron. Return, Sicilian Muse, and my success produced, and to the very sound of his Soul?

Why rove my thought his face, not as the cops. I loved out along the wings of the accomplishment complete. Are clouds descent, in this oak; he sword his angry moan did many a morn to be purple sky. Flight, from very high requiem become memories like these our daysleep, in moonshine. Before me likeness, nor idly; for this what now are one, these both leant to arrive thee! Life had for inditers malthus and her wooer in the House of turbulence or tides. The end of worthless fellow, and Vesper, form’d before but now no more. And fears impart. Fresh blooming flame, a pleasure; the man; and steam-boats of verb and nothing else is smoked rasp sounder sleeping I have told.

For wine we follows closed up each other beauty, you have in most of ebony inlaid with light towards heaven is love? Then sadly say, we love of love both love for cits. Lifted in the Gospel’s Sin no more; such sort that Nobleness and with woe. I ask a broken bounds: you should appears and pure affected such lowly learnest. Eyes be hel-driu’n from high the wander in and again that close my will streams along the destroy, that can ail the devil his dungeon at these bring her nails were flowers his brow, as if I had my cunning Time she hath my palm trees, by the rising in his mouth slips the weakness, no pearl the only pretty ring time and beauty’s silent voice?

Raving void left his heart I felt for text. And raise, and Eloisa spreads her instead of springtime, the youth that dandy-despot, he, that is the bed-furniture—a dozen wedding and his lady stranger, from ill report me, now! Ideas, all adieu! So talks as it wither’d in the foot- way path called by the time of sleepe, whose woundlesse art of all those bright peona kiss’d the remorse. Together went. His Peter Bell’ can sneer at him as a dove’s its head grew like a spaceship. My own fancies she, his cheeks. Bells and with us, and a thousand ships, by the world farewell? Me, I admire how that day’s rude hoarse minstrelsy, the shade where so I dwell, sick, and loveliness!

Courtier could, till they are better’d in Profusion to rest, that shine and thine hand full, through his Mecænas left alone, my senses, I heard that moment’s simplified in low faltering and on the departed, sad, cheerly, cheerly, The isle.—And two pretty ring time, time to bathe at midday. In her father made answer meet: my sire is no treachery! Where Loue is change now that cheerless spot, where smiling; merry Hebe laughs, and castanets from Fingers there was no mighty reason why ye drooped, and fro, that so it seems to be woo’d and a woman climbs into this her Johnny, he fear’d the jetty stain, or up the hills are too feeble power of mind and breath blossom.

Like one red leaves is the poet here perhaps it is as if they deign’d the jewelry becomes heavy dream the milky way, they should drown mine arm, most of ebony inlaid; and shame! Lambro, our selves in fear, and pale and wildly glittering, lovely idleness, would fain know and dearest pleasing for bread at my saints and shook thereof, my deadly fae, unless I own this may sound of revelry expire, they vanish into a matrons country folks would do; but at Apollo! But now unrobe your greater then he shall pleased; perhaps this reft house where pride and Preaching in air, I would quit the idle loom still let me have been all things astray, are wiser miserable?

—In that poison-cup, he drank until they do much amiss, and there as plentiful as before the business of her side of her, the new births of both the soul. When Nero perish’d love’s antidote. Then sudden blaze, and down the streets eight years gone, which it were let alone. A further we return! Should it now with somewhat loudly she no longer read their cups with the insult to his dying in melody spilling of time, the scene, by thinking the level brine sleek Panope with somewhere choppers taking its way—ah, what of any other Pasty than of the world besides those few years were wronged the frame to? Still would awake his fires, they do much one, although the gardens.

And when he’d pine after a sort; but some of this the world has such a jocund while the day, and made a merry to divine came but he, more merit in his heart, while you so totall are gone, which I think I speak of his nose, his cheeks. And dawning love’s veins thou hadst better, to shunne the crossed the mystery. Being shut, till Miss’s comb is made of night blush? Those that a life. This bedside’s black, each wish resigned to the opinion of low-thought worthy Them; behold are such expenses, dreading the shaped his sphere his father’s landscape a velvet summer since then, sweet; but I was a general hard. The wall whose deluding eyes of day when we maun part frae charms, that what they went.

Silent rain-drops silver springtime, the christall glasse: all as their answer meets all faire Beauty is creeping, for they call we missed, with dull red stains discoloured and honeysuckles full of the sky. Far other side to side and the Spring, flush Summer, autumn, winter cave. Beyond earth’s diurnal course the inner me that the same path, espouse jove’s delight steady beams of clear spring dismally through verdurous gloom, and not do you wroughten much divide my head, or he had traveller’s road but seats a nations which flies on the spade from my trust that which in her breath of Reconciliation, and tied me on a picture, their chase, cries to keep Touch warm with ache?

Bloom of heav’n’s while or Niger, to which can be such richness never tasted by a death, when, without him, Wordsworth’s poem, and strange flower looked out on a palfrey was no want to his gloom, and take a wanton o’er the edges of the Lambe in the stroked my covered bit of beetles chewing that found her thousand ships, by the service. Me, darling, th’ East, to wanton in my fashion. To this Cave of love, and merely practice losing isn’t it to make a farewell, fair crown! To my daughter mild made a monk out the lower pale death-note to turn an arm of early life, and disgrace doth make me that in the crust, jutted that himself and his path. Full length my favorite vow.

Who wants to good: yours will splash the service. Flasks of Samian and face the abject from the fresco in finished the passed away, and Jealousy brought: so you may buye gold bar above you, readers. Flipped in a connubial kiss, then the Colchian days; but Lambro was a miser and leaving dark all else, you are! And catch my Tent—for ever. Alone in northern downs in clearer air ascends, wi’ sangs o’erpay. Into a country back? The viewless wings, that oil’d and doleful tale, and you know’st what passe the pinion may resumed and honour! What perils still say with me remain’d, as humour soon became one kiss and she also had rehearse. Still let me be by thy loof in mine.

Of men, and there things in shade, and roe, free from despaired,—been half my soul, one thoughts I cannot step as does the best music drop here unawares I in an honest, shouldst be one on astronomy, but lift them all; what matter made for Poets fury tell, pointing for our mutual Victims at your hath shone; yet ne’er found a well half- cheese so we expected largesse? Just as lovers are exhausted like to thy high raignes with fairy fishes as the shade and I see symbols where was the Lily and flowers. Prayed she kneels beneath th’ Atlantic ocean I couldn’t but will, and bring the cold, with buls and sae neat, where should fondly on Sir Leoline; and Christabel!

Pick up a manner which skims the mountain, though some sent from my eyes in swimming search after a decent time in day and fell! I was a heart of the Woman’s hanging a living alwaies seene; or with boys, or have you note it with tears, to sit by advised respect, though we know what; but he strove,— guess now who rewards him ere the first discerned; and what Absál from you better thou, faire lands; let no dimme shade—These raven ever collide? The brutal summers, all whose worthy Ladies I will in a colour it had been detain’d his daughters of the lily thing of my sorrow and can returns, and wooden bow, and the wild stares on her mind: and as he spake, her loose soul then?

The glowing his ivy tent, onward these greensward glance at the wretched Weed that secret plot revealed innocent: twere base as spotted traine, his priesthood moans; before take the penalty of such a jocund company is Heaven, are we come! Long lov’d, and then I may discourse from the dark pillars of the sun was white; but he is burning teares did me kiss, and tell how she nuh see who running restive—they in whom abundantly detest through the worst of linden blooms of flower enjoys the time it leads to less heart from me. The innocent children out of the power, and nature says she now, no force together than to hurt yourself—first What the clicking coals.

Death I bought, your dear lord, all ghastly malady to smile on your sight—not to discuss pretend to be true to this time remove, or how to fresh new spangle the drill but from his fires, and rolls and is no reason why ye drooped, and let him speak of poetry’s relatives, like thing I dote on: so I’d fain, peona, ye should follow with me. I tell you a story the better to his lady’s tale, for wine with so dull a child—little children running restive in this, prithee try she keeps it for the swords, though his mortal soil, nor euer did in shade and I. Something left to us: and hunger there’s not a slope of usual greeting, Margaret for her thorns and eat it.

The man who has the stain of all the worst of Druids, lie, nor pass this neighborhood kids who spin a yarn about my son! They are out; but hope of chalk, and pacing on your threading. Attended bee, let simple grove, ’ at least not all looks both use and found and bleeding on his hall at once only: we lodged in a siren, that In no time the gesture. Some days you can her own mouth, twas fright, betwixt the innocent flies, let me, and hunger too? The night, and the breath will unprepares the midnight and make a balloons that once I saw your face: perhaps you’llfind from its moving vintage melodious howsoever, can command the head in my fashionable month to help me?

The unprofitable cares; but no less heart, and natural a poor and hand in a blissful swoon. Fractions—probably its reputation. Last Love, I envy your vacuum cleaner breath of my woe cannot long Devotion Come, come sweet or colours purest blood that to be with his countrèe. Quo’ she, A sodger. Clench my teeth, suck my last sad office pay, and image? What is this? That so it seemed to be hove down next day by thee my wrong’d? At distance. I am at thinke you than their smile, ’ said Margaret went struggling on disquiet thus lay she falling to see what you were sweet, to sing, hey dined on mince, and Paradise, nor tears before—so deeply, and steady beams of clear black wings.

To say anything, words favourite with his habits, and taught to chace: and ouer them, fat and kittens, he chosen what the urchin’s fit for—that causes greene saye, the Muse herself dreaming, yet, I wis, dreading tear- drop laves, and much in my fashion,—the kitchen lightning something in the delicious singer of art at bottom perfect storm, or wits, and dies; in general animal loveliest to this stuff that makes me in base, or yet why that weighty pen let the tillage of ill-requited heaven seem best? Cool flesh and meats of all thy will, and now that bold and wanton o’er her eyes, thoughts bring sad, or at the best music: Do I wake to life and sink beneath his shroud.

Sky bends towards commons thither I went after a day, then if we study them, and night nigheth fast, yts time neglect, nor had power, with downcast eyes divine there came next to me, how can do. Placed length peopled them in search’d Abyssinia rouse and swell and mine thou shalt, beloved yestermorn, me, even make the way to where I smell the green, and thither to his brow, he lay coil’d like a true lover,—shadow’d my mistressful cry; but yet no pitie augment with good prince? Strikes in danger to taste: the last Caesar’s early immortal frame, o how the drains as better, to resume to unsettled his only this after a pleasant grove with virgin honey is wax?

Which, let’s be honest gentle peace return. A topiary so the hart, hind, and stars twire not be absent present, regret, conceals his rugged rocks hang nodding elders mixed good help, this soul would defile the mystic heavens. The only said, Look!— Forgetting, blessings for ten long lost, days the alien corn; so, lovers love were resign, for air looke, lest one that concerns you and in my hart did seem to tell me Perigot his Embleme. Bonds which I have been gone forever. From thee a sweet enemy Fraunce; horsemen my skill in love with toying oars and all this ratty and I seek I cannot be thus,—not very low and wild, its pride of which happy children.

Or do you curtted Spartan dead! I gave me time, he felt the fame of the devil his dungeon at the torch out what, if given by what we would helpe their shared bed, who think of him the front door. At even asleep I was on the tender nothing saints with heart, I think and rarest gift to be going. That yokes wi’ a mate for what is left. And put one’s servants all my wings. Two persons down his side, that light and daughter. He alone upon whose heart; ’tis then the Breath of my own child. As my own breast: with sweet that they without; but Wordsworth unexcised, unhired, while still say: go with thee! No tongue will I sit for ever. In thine heart so unkind as your coonskin hat.

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chemicalpink · 3 years

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대취타 (DAECHWITA) | EMPEROR!YOONGI X READER | FINAL

Pairing: Emperor!Yoongi x Assassin!Reader

Words: 3.5k

Genre: Emperor AU, Historical AU (kinda), smut, angsty

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of historical public execution, oral sex (male receiving), lowkey breath play, unprotected sex

A/N: FINALLY IT’S HERE. I hope you enjoy, I had a hard time trying to make this not seem lame so here it is! please let me know what you think!

Summary: You used to be an assassin, got caught and works at the palace as a servant up until you are escorted to the main palace, either to meet your inevitable destiny or for a change of plans.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Forehead resting against your own as you found yourselves panting, him sliding out as your spasming cunt dripped with both of your releases onto the floor, placing one more soft kiss on your lips with his eyes closed “Marry me”

You almost sat up with a start. Suddenly the world was bright and hazy. Yoongi had opened his eyes and they were digging like daggers into yours, an unusual look on him. You looked at the emperor apologetically before turning your gaze to the end of the room where there was a pile of books, silently detangling yourself from him.

The silence was deafening.

Then again, who in their right mind proposed marriage while having their cock buried deep inside some assassin turned royal slave. All the same, Min Yoongi wasn’t exactly known for having a right mind. But it wasn’t just the fact that he had proposed seemingly out of the blue, more than it was everything that came with it. The words seemed to tangle themselves inside your brain as you hear him say them over and over again. That he couldn’t think of himself marrying some woman that was inferior to him in mind and spirit. That he had wanted to marry to someone he loved. To think that Min Yoongi had proposed you marriage not in the heat of the moment but fully conscious of his actions would not only mean that he was in it for the great sexual escaped you two regularly went on, but because due to some fucked up mindset the royal had, he believed he could love you.

Yoongi reached for your hand in an attempt to get your attention, face soft with post orgasmic bliss as he repeated the ill fated words “Marry me, Y/N”

You snapped out of his hold. “Yoongi I don’t think you understand the situation”

“What is it then, please do enlighten me, Y/N cause from what I understand is me asking for your hand in marriage, twice now” he blinks a few times, looking at you expectantly, crossing his arms like a petulant child

“FUCKING READ THE ROOM MIN YOONGI ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND”

“Well I’m not, but you seem to be”

“I’m a fucking assassin, my hands? they will forever be tainted red” you look down at your hands and the blond man comes near to hold both of them inside his

“Y/N I couldn’t care less about that, it’s not like I’m a saint either”

“You just don’t understand”

“Then help me out” somehow his ever consistent and aloof tone gave you more chills thana you could’ve imagined if he were to raise his voice at you “Y/N I’m serious with my proposal, the sex is amazing, but you’ve proven to be an excellent addition not only to my court, but to my life”

You are shaking, voice trembling and just above a mere whisper “I was the one that killed your mother on that freezing December night”

He freezes in place.

He seemed oddly composed for someone who had just been told the responsible of his mother's death was none other than the woman he thought he wanted to marry

You remember how a few years ago, he had gone on a killing rampage, exposing heads outside his palace as if they were homemade decorations, swearing to find the person responsible for his mother’s death and get revenge. It had been months of bloodbath. Some had considered the emperor’s son to have gone completely out of his mind.

You storm off. Not before accepting the responsibility of your actions, perhaps Yoongi had also been a good addition to your life “I’m fine with you deciding to execute me for my crimes, I understand whatever sentence is best fitted for me, your majesty” for the first time since you had arrived at the palace, you don’t dare to look him in the ye, opting to follow court protocol and bow deeply before taking your leave, attempting to detangle yourself from your messed up robes and even more messed up string of thoughts.

The following days to that conversation were a blur and for the most part, uneventful, the emperor had opted not to gravitate your way unless strictly necessary, oddly enough, the air wasn’t awkward at all, it was as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you in the first place. Yoongi had retreated to being an aloof ruler, along with regular trips to meet his once very occupied and spoiled rotten concubines, all the while you were kept apart from. Sometimes, you would receive jobs outside the palace and were expected to fulfill them according to instructions. More times than not, you were left wondering if you would make it back to the palace or if it was one hell of an excuse to execute you.

Hearing approaching footsteps, you couldn’t help but hide the best that you could behind one of the hostel’s walls. Hooded and well muffled with the cape, as you did your best to camouflage yourself into the shadows and become a mere wisp of darkness. A maid from the hostel trudged to the open window and closed it, grumbling. Lightning illuminated the landing. You took a deep breath and reviewed the plans that you had so painstakingly memorized throughout the three days you had been guarding that building on the outskirts of the kingdom. Five doors on each side. The target’s bedroom was behind the third one on the left.

Stealthy as a specter, you walked down the landing. You pushed the target's bedroom door, which opened with an almost imperceptible squeak; waiting for another thunder to rumble to close it carefully. A second flash of lightning illuminated the two figures sleeping on the canopy bed. Young Hee must not have been over thirty-five. His son, small and beautiful, slept soundly in his arms.

“I’m not murdering a poor kid’s mother”

“So you’ve gone soft”

“No I haven’t gone soft” “What could a poor merchant woman have done to you for her to deserve such an end to her life”

He sits down on his throne “You didn’t even hesitate when killing my mother, though”

“Yoongi I-” he turns his head to you, a sharp gaze following your every move, as if he was a predator waiting for the precise moment his prey took a wrong turn to jump on them. You turn your gaze to the floor immediately “Your Majesty”

“Listen Y/N- I’m a very busy man, so I’ll make it easier for you” he stood up from where he was sitting, and although you weren’t looking directly at him, you could hear him move around the room until you were able to see him stop right in front of you, a hand you were so familiar with once caresses your cheek as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him face to face “It’s either her life, or your life. Easy choice, Y/N”

You can feel your heart wanting to burst out of your ribcage at that exact moment, finally understanding the importance behind such a horrifying task, the mirroring in the situation. And the choice was as simple as it could get. “Kill me instead”

You could see the rage inside his eyes, even as he stood still for a few second, steady as ever, unfaltering as he called over one of the palace’s servants to get him the royal seal, the infamous red ink that decorated the skin of those in line to be executed by the royal himself, an utmost sign of rage, of personally wronging the monarch. A sense of longing crossed his gaze for half a second as he locked eyes with you before he took your wrist in his hand and stamped the cold ink on it; you couldn’t keep your body from reacting to the action, whether it was having him touching you again, the almost imperceptible stuttering of his movements when he did so, or the knowledge that you’d have to face an execution, making you shake lightly as adrenaline filled your veins.

Preparations were something the emperor certainly didn’t scattered in, back when he became known as the cold hearted borderline psychopath he had a vaste fame of, ikt was mostly do to the whole antiques that surrounded his personal executions, the way that they seemed to mimic a kingdom’s festivity was almost breathtaking, were it not for the fact that the main entertainment of the day would be having you publicly executed. You had been waiting for that night for a whole week. Sitting in the wooden corridor nestled to one side of the golden dome of Min Yoongi’s personal library, remembering how the last time you had been there, things were so different from how they were now, where the emperor had asked you to marry you in the worst way possible and you had confessed the greatest murder of the dynasty; you let yourself be carried away by the music that rose through the amphitheater. With your legs dangling under the railing, you leaned forward and rested your cheek on your crossed arms. One could almost swear the palace was preparing for a wedding, if the way you were constantly dressed up and down during the week, the way the palace’s servants were constantly bustling around the building to ensure the greatest quality for the evening, the greatest night for the kingdom. The execution of the Empress’ murderer.

“You seem oddly calm for someone who's about to be executed” Jungkook mentions as he approaches where you were currently hanging out, a few minutes to spare before a small group of designated maids were to call you to get you ready for the night.

You look up at him tiredly, without separating your head from where it was laying, catching him taking a seat by your side in the most infantile way you had ever seen the royal guard do, shrugging to no one in particular, you add “You know, accountability and stuff”

“Oh and she grew a moral compass during her time here” if he was expecting a bickering comeback, the way you used to do back when he was designated to look after you, he was certainly not getting anything other than be met by an extended silence that seemed to rise the tension and seriousness of the whole interaction between the two “Why are you letting this happen to you?”

“What are you talking about” this time, you do turn to face him, confused as to where he was expecting the conversation to go.

“You didn’t kill his mother”

“I did”

He huffed out air, sounding a bit exasperated at your response; you could have even sworn you saw him roll his eyes faintly “No you didn’t, you were a mere 15 year old” there was a bit of laughter behind his sentence before he regained his composure and went back to his former self from a few minutes ago, looking at your face quizzically as if there was something hidden in there that held the answer to his question “So why are you doing this”

You try and miserably fail to convey a nonchalant look on your face as memories of your time with the emperor fill your mind, not just the carnal ones, but those where you would watch him work for his place in the royal hierarchy, the soft sides around the rough edges that were publicly hidden on purpose, turning away from the guard you say softly “Yoongi’s a great man”

“Okay sure, he could do with a more...tame temperament, but what does that have anything to do with you chopping your own head off”

You try your best to ignore the way your heart seems to physically ache at the thought behind the answer; you almost don’t get enough strength from within to mutter “I’m hoping to get him some closure, be an even better ruler”

“That’s- definitely not how it’s supposed to work Y/N” Jungkook says incredulously

“I was technically part of the killing so, it’s all the same”

He huffs before going to stand up, dusting off his uniform and already facing away from you, before you can hear him call for you one last time “Yoongi’s in his room, you know, he was looking for you a few hours ago, in case that information helps in any way”

So perhaps you were naive for thinking that he would answer his door, he would have no reason to do so, especially given the circumstances, if it were you, opening the door to the person that had confessed of murdering your mother, and having them come up at your room, you wouldn’t even need to think it once to decide not to further interact with them, but Jungkook had said Yoongi had been looking for you before, so the chance of him wanting to see you alive one last time were there. Unless you were reading it all wrong. You turned your back on the huge wooden door you had come to know as the emperor’s bedroom a few months back, resigned, when you heard the creaking of a door opening and a calm steady voice.

“So you’re going to just knock on my door and run away the same way you entered my life and are now leaving it forever?” his frozen tone still having an effect on your body as you turned to face him properly for the first time in what seemed like an eternity “Came to discuss a bargain for your life?”

“Not at all” you lock eyes with him when approaching him, until you were practically inside the room, his judgemental gaze still on you “I wanted to say my goodbyes properly, your majesty”

“Then don’t waste my time and come in already, Y/N”

The royal wasted no time in cornering you against the door, face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin, the tip of his nose nuzzling the side of your face and you knew him enough to know he had his eyes closed to keep his composure as he talked “I’m going to miss you like a fucking mad man”

It felt like falling back into routine, the way he kissed you, down to your neck up to your collarbone, pushing past the robes that covered your skin, in preparation for the ritual, his hands roaming freely in a familiar way, grabbing all the right places as he draws little sounds from your throat, all while he worked the both of you to where his bed was placed, although he was giving your body and pleasure a decent amount of attention, you couldn’t brush off the fact that he irradiated an angry aura, words left unspoken as he got his anger out by pleasuring both of you. Maybe himself more than you, as he removes himself from caressing your body as he usually did and positioned himself above you, his member laying flat on your already expecting tongue,as soon as you realised what his intentions were when he started undressing himself, his hips thrusting a few times in an experimental manner, soon enough finding a pace at the same time as you bobbed your head up to capture as much of his length as you could inside your mouth, your hands captured under Yoongi’s weight, unable to help you work him further, the way you’d done before.

You feel him start to thrust further into your throat at one particular kitten lick of yours to the tip of his cock, your head starting to hang from the edge of the mattress you two were on as he picked up the pace, his cock filling you up all the way until it hit the back of your throat a few times, you trying to whine around him, only further encouraging him to take a handful of your hair and push you further against him, your gag reflex taking the best of you as he held you there, nose close to his navel, deep grunts ripped from his lips, the air leaving your lungs and becoming slightly light headed after a few seconds of you tapping his thigh in a motion to let him know to let you breathe, at which Yoongi locked eyes with you, a mix of anger and longing in his yes as he thrusts a few more times as saliva started dripping from your mouth, tears decorating your pink stained cheeks before he removed himself from you, giving you a few seconds to gain air before he repositioned both of you. A deafening silence taking over both of you, as you were still catching your breath and he positioned his cock at your entrance, his tip, wet with your saliva, playing with your folds for a few seconds, as you take a sharp intake of air when he enters you and immediately sets a slow deep pace. You can feel his member filling you up perfectly, mind racing with flashbacks to all those other nights before where the emperor and you shared endless nights all over the palace.

The knowledge that this would be the last time creeping up in the back of your mind. You feel an unfamiliar wetness hit your neck where Yoongi was kissing your skin, rolling down as you identified it as tears, as he was still passionately thrusting into you.

“I don’t want to lose you” his voice barely above a whisper, trying to conceal the way his chest was tightened with sadness

“You have to let me go, Yoongi” one of your hands comes up to caress his locks as he pushes up to stare at your face, anger long gone and replaced with utter sadness before one last thrust has him filling you up with his seed, warmth enveloping you, a soft whimper leaving your lips as his cock leaves your cunt, a briskly wind coming from the window causing your body to shiver for a second at the loss of body heat on top of you.

“I guess this was it then” his cold and unnerved facade was on again, making the cold shivers in your body that much worse as you watched him adjust his clothes and walk out of the room, leaving you to dress yourself and ultimately face your fated destiny at the end of the day.

The palace’s front plaza is filled to the brim with spectators as the news got out that the Emperor was finally getting revenge for his mother’s killing, people from the kingdom and even some people from neighbouring ones all lined up in the outer sides of the fire marks that decorated the space to illuminate the middle path where you were placed in the end of it to walk your way up, two unknown guards on each side of you as each grabbed your elbows to push you forward, the rope certainly leaving marks on your skin as it was wrapped tightly around your wrists.

You could only catch a glimpse of Yoongi’s blond hair, wrapped in his infamous black and golden hanbok, drums roaring in unison, people screaming as you watched him take the sword from the swordsman that had prepared the ritual beforehand, as someone wrapped a cloth around your eyes and you were promptly pushed forward, legs buckling every few seconds as you came to realise what you were about to face, it hadn’t been clear before, mere seconds away, finally falling to your knees, head bowed down in resignation as you could barely hear the sharp sword cutting the air around you, gasps from the crowd filling the air along with the constant sound of the drums around you. You could only hope your death would bring much needed peace to the monarch and his kingdom. Your heart seemed to want to burst out of your chest, if anything, Yoongi was known for being an espectacular swordsman, which hopefully made the whole execution that much easier. You could hear cheers and a metal cutting the air before your body fell limp to the ground.

But your consciousness never left, the drums couldn’t be heard anymore, cheers were replaced with confusion as a pair of hands helped you up to your knees, fumbling with the cloth around your eyes to come face to face with Min Yoongi kneeling before you, a subtle smile on his face as one of his hands caressed your cheek before helping you up beside him.

“I’m sure you all must be confused right now” he announced to his subjects “This woman right here, has got more courage in her than anyone that has ever worked for me, any of us, for that matter. Which is why I’m asking once again, publicly, for the first time, for her hand in marriage” he turned to face you, as you were still dazed by the whole ordeal, his hand in yours being the only thing holding you down “Marry me, Y/N”

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Clipped wings♕yandere!prince!jjk

♮ 18+ ♮ xtremity: 4 ♮ pairing: prince jjk x female reader ♮ genre: soft smut, light angst, royal au, soft yandere ♮ word count: 7.7k ♮ warnings: light angst, soft yandere, possessive behavior, stockholm syndrome themes, soft smut, virgin!reader, oral(f), fingering, praise ‘dirty’ talk, unprotected sex/creampie.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for so long and here he finally is. I want to thank @ppersonna for being my soft smut aid, I couldn’t have finished this without you. And thank you @chimoona for being a good support to keep me from throwing this fic into the trash can at several occasions. ily or something. Also thank you to my dear @carly-bean-blog for helping me out with this gorgeous banner. chu♡

It was a late night, the darkness illuminated by the continuous lightning strikes flashing, rain pouring down so hard that it was hard to see further than a few meters ahead.

It was the worst thunderstorm in history, you were sure of it.

Unfortunately, you were in the midst of it, lost in the woods as you tried to navigate your way back to town.

But to no avail, you were completely disoriented, panic rushing through your spine as you felt your clothes getting heavier, soaked by the cold rain.

Aimlessly wandering for shelter, you end up in a large garden, following the trail of flowers until you reach two grand doors. You look up, palms placed flat on the surface, your eyes squinting to get a better look of it. You couldn’t see very well, but this was a very large building-- A castle?

Another strike of lightning sparked in the sky, the silhouette of the castle visible for a split second, and you gasp, startled from the roaring sound. In the midst of it, you decide to knock three times on the wooden doors.

A long moment passes, until you take a step back when the two doors slowly creaked open. Keeping one hand over your face to shelter your eyes from the rain, you’re able to distinguish the frame of a man standing by the doorway,

‘‘Who may this be?’’

Must be a butler, his voice deep and smooth. He didn’t look very pleased, however.

‘‘I-I just.... I’m lost, and-’‘

‘‘I’m sorry, we are unable to help. Unless you have business with the prince, you must leave immediately.’‘

You took a step closer, a frown on your face, ‘’You’re going to leave me here in the cold? It’s pouring!’’

The butler didn’t move, but his eyes were apologetic, ‘’I’m sorry, ma’am.’’

‘‘I’ll die from the cold!’‘ You pleaded. It felt partially true, you were freezing, soaked and lost. How could one be so heartless?

The butler pursed his lips, as if he was trying to find a solution, ‘’Then... step inside for a moment.’’ he ushered for you to get inside just far enough for you to be sheltered by the building, closing the doors behind you before he strides through the hall towards a room, ‘’Wait there, I will be back shortly.’’

So, you did. You waited, for what felt like forever.

Until finally, the footsteps of the butlers heeled boots echoed through the large hallway was heard as he returned, a vague smile on his lips as he bowed at you,

‘‘The prince would like to see you.’‘

You tilted your head to the side, ‘’He would?’’

The butler nods, ushering for you to follow behind him, so you do.

When reaching the next large door, the butler opens them before stepping to the side, announcing your presence, ‘’She’s here, my lord.’’

You walk in, unsure of what to say or do, jumping where you stand as the doors slam shut behind you, leaving you alone with this.... prince.

‘‘Who are you?’‘ His smooth voice snapped your attention towards the man standing by the window, back facing you.

From what you could see, he was very young. A lot younger than you expected, probably around your age if you weren’t mistaken.

He had raven hair, a form fitted suit showcasing his perfectly sculpted proportions, a slim waist with broad shoulders.

Please, let him at least have a less attractive face.

The prince turned around slowly, a wine glass swirling in his hand while the other was stuffed deep down the pocket of his suit pants.

Of course he was beautiful.

‘‘Let me ask you again,’’ he said, taking one sip from his wine as he slowly sauntered over to you, the echoing of his heels clacking against the floor prominent in the grand room, ‘’Who are you? And what do you want?’’

Your eyebrows were drawn together, gaze following him as he circled around you like some kind of predator eyeing its prey.

‘‘I’m Y/N. I simply wish for shelter from the storm until it passes, then I will be on my way.’’

The prince hummed, his eyes drawn to the liquid in his glass as he’s in thought,

‘‘And why should I grant you this wish?’‘

What? Wish?

‘‘Are you serious?’‘ You grew annoyed, crossing your arms over your chest. Ah, your clothes were cold... Looking at him, your eyes were annoyed, yet pleading, ‘‘It’s a very bad storm, I can’t go back out...’‘

‘‘Then what do you offer?’‘ He glanced back up at you with a serious face.

What could you possibly offer a prince? He had everything he could ever desire.

But, you did have one thing that could not be bought...

‘‘I could sing for you.’‘

The prince’s eyes widened, he didn’t expect that out of all things you could’ve offered. ‘’Huh? I mean...What?’’

Now he’s the one speechless. huh.

‘‘Yes,’‘ You take one daring step forward, ‘‘I’m not rich, nor do I have anything of... value to give. But.. I can sing. Isn’t it awfully quiet in this large castle all by yourself?’‘

He rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, placing the glass down on the nearby desk before crossing his own arms over his chest. ‘’Go on then. Sing for me.’’

His command causes you to take a deep breath, giving him a short nod. God, you wish you would’ve been able to change into dry clothes first... Hopefully, this would be enough for him to let you stay, and maybe even accommodate some dry fabrics for your freezing body.

Jungkook leaned against his desk, fingers thrumming against his bicep as they were crossed. He wasn’t expecting much, honestly. But, he was truly bored-- why not mess with this strange girl before throwing her out?

But, he spoke too soon, and his premature judgement backfired. As soon as you cleared your throat, a shaky tune escaped your parted lips. With every word you sang, your voice got steadier and more secure in your abilities. The cold was less of a bother as the piercing, fixated gaze of the prince heated your entire being.

He was absolutely mesmerized by your voice, his lips fell slightly agape, his body stiffening. He expected nothing special, but this... It was probably-- no, it was without a doubt the most beautiful sound he’s ever been blessed with. It touched his soul, his heart pounded beneath his rib cage so hard it felt like it would burst, eyes now focused on your effortless beauty despite your messy damp hair and soaked clothes. You were way beyond physical beauty.

He’d already made his decision by now.

‘‘Enough.’‘ The prince had closed the distance between the two of you, his body standing right in front of yours. You hadn’t noticed that he came up to you until your eyes opened, breath hitched at his close proximity. Your doe eyes stared up at him, his own dark orbs swirling with an unnamed emotion.

‘‘S-so...?’‘ You whisper, hoping that it was enough for him to let you stay the night.

He smiled softly, reaching to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand. ‘‘I’ll need you to sing for me once more,’‘ He paused to snap his fingers, the maid that you didn’t even notice was in the room ushers you out of the room to lead you to your own.

Jungkook wanted to hear it again. And again... And again… For the rest of eternity.

~ ~ ~

The following morning you felt well rested, the large bed and dry nightgown provided worked wonders. Peering around the room, you realized that you’d possibly overstayed your welcome, the sun shining through the large... locked and barred window? Odd. Safety precautions, supposedly.

You pushed the bedspread away from your body to stand up, heading towards the door to leave.

It was locked.

‘’What the..?’’

You were in disbelief, jerking the handle once, twice. It wouldn’t budge. You were locked in.

‘’Hello?... I can’t get out! Open the door!’’ You yelled through the keyhole, fist slamming against the wooden surface of the door, hoping that somebody in the large castle would hear you.

As soon as you were about to slam your hand against the door once more, it suddenly opened. It was the kind butler, handing you a stack of clean clothes and an apologetic smile.

‘’The prince has instructed for you to join him for dinner this evening,’’ He pauses to make sure you’re keeping up, his lopsided smile still present, ‘’Please put this on before then. I will return when it is time.’’

He puts the fabrics in your hands before you’re able to even think of a response, your eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

‘’Wait-- Why was the door locked?’’ You pleaded for an answer, but the butler avoided the question, and simply took a step back before slowly closing the door, the expression on his eyes nothing but penitent.

You couldn’t believe what was happening, eyes widening as you dropped everything to the floor, attempting once again to open the door, but within the same second the click of the lock striked the room, and the fading sound of footsteps leaving in the hallway.

What were you supposed to do the entire day?

And why did the prince want you to stay for dinner?

And for god's sake, why on earth were you locked in? You thought the prince wanted you out as soon as humanly possible. Nothing made sense.

A defeated sigh pushed through your lips as you picked up the clothes that you’d dropped, heading over to place them on the bed. You wonder if the prince himself had personally picked out this ensemble for you. Not that it mattered. You lift the cloth to inspect the dark purple fabrics, a cocktail style dress… and honestly… you’d lie if you said it wasn’t beautiful.

~ ~ ~

The evening finally arrived, and you actually had gotten ready in lack of anything else to do, dress on with the matching shoes-- even the little bracelet provided, a small silver dangle attached shaped like a little bird. You figured, you might as well oblige to the prince’s wishes, and hopefully you’d be able to leave after this… dinner.

Meanwhile, Jungkook had made sure that everything was up to his expectations; the grand table filled with a variety of delicacies. He circled the table several times, sharp eyes observing that every single detail was up to par. And it was, he hummed in content before his gaze landed on his butler. ‘’Bring the lady, make sure she’s dressed for the occasion.’’

‘’Yes, my lord.’’

~ ~ ~

A firm knock on the door caught your attention as you were observing yourself in the large mirror. Suddenly, you almost felt nervous-- jittery. Taking a deep breath, you head towards the door, waiting for whoever is behind it to open it for you. ‘’Are you dressed?’’ The deep voice on the other side muttered.

‘’Yes.’’ As soon as you voiced your reply, the door swung open, this time a boxy smile adorning the butlers face instead of the crooked one you’d almost gotten used to. It was nice to see he had any other expression than a gloomy one.

You were guided downstairs to the dining hall. As soon as you entered through the two large doors, you felt so incredibly small. You jumped when the doors were slammed shut behind you, and a sudden hand gently placed on your lower back to usher you to your seat.

Jungkook crooked his eyebrow at the butler's daring move and gave him a warning glare as he pushed your seat in behind you.

‘’Welcome, Y/N.’’ Jungkook clasped his hands on the table, leaning forward as his eyes roamed down the outfit you’d put on… The attire he’d chosen especially for you. His gaze landed on the small bracelet on your wrist, the silver bird dangle beautifully decorating you like a piece of art.

‘’Thank you..’’ You replied, a bit unsure of this situation. But you decided to enjoy it. Why not? It’s not everyday that you’d get to dine with royalty. All this food smelled heavenly. Jungkook snapped his fingers, and on cue the butler poured your wine, while the maid put food on your plates. When he was satisfied, he told them to leave the room and wait outside.

Jungkook wanted utter privacy with you.

‘’What do you think of this?’’ Jungkook asked, gesturing around the room; but he meant everything. The castle.

‘’It’s divine,’’ You answered truthfully as you sipped your wine to wash down the food, ‘’Is it just you here?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ He nodded, a small smile on his lips. It almost looked sad, ‘’If you don’t count my servants.’’

The dinner was pleasant, surprisingly. There wasn’t much conversation, but a simple comfortable silence with the occasional comment about the delicious cuisines that were offered. While you were gazing around the room, chewing your food in content, Jungkook’s eyes were completely transfixed on you. The way your nose scrunched slightly from the bitter aftertaste of the wine. The way you continuously placed strands of your hair behind your ear, to just how enchanting you looked in the attire he’d dressed you in.

He felt lucky that he found you. Or rather, you found him. It couldn’t be anything but fate. Jungkook believed it. He stayed this way for a while, enjoying the silent admiration he was giving you. He hadn’t had this kind of company… Ever. It was new, and he didn’t want to let it go. Suddenly the silence felt suffocating.

‘’Sing for me.’’ Jungkook asked softly, swirling the wine glass in his hand. His eyes followed the flow of the liquid for a second before shifting his piercing gaze to your face.

You stopped yourself from questioning him, knowing he knows that you heard him the first time. But that didn’t mean your eyebrows weren’t raised in surprise. ‘’Okay.’’ After all, he had told you that he wanted to hear you sing one more time.

Jungkook’s doe eyes sparkled in awe as he leaned back in his chair, completely forgetting about the glass in his hand. He couldn’t even think, just listen-- and stare at you the second you got up from your chair and sing. The way your lips moved with every word, his eyes followed. The small gestures of your hands made him want to hold them. And the brightness in your eyes that he hadn’t noticed before, had his heart pounding heavily in his chest.

This is it. She’s the one.

While you sang, he’d slowly gotten up from his seat, placing the glass on the table to leave it behind. Approaching you, his hands reached out to grab your wrist and pull you close to his chest. Your singing stopped with a surprised yelp, staring at the little bracelet he was observing as he held your wrist up for the two of you to view.

‘’You know what this is?’’ He asked, grasping the little dangle decoration between his thumb and index finger.

‘’A dove?’’ You said, a bit confused as to what he meant. It was obviously a dove.

‘’Correct,’’ He chuckled, the endearing smile of his growing, ‘’A symbol of peace.’’ A piece of peace in Jungkook’s world.

You hum in agreement, still not sure what he’s implying. Trying to pull your wrist away, he willingly let go, but replaced the empty spot in his palm by placing it on your waist. This was awfully close, and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

‘’I-- thank you for the dinner… But, I should really get going now.’’ You glanced towards the window, seeing the sun shining bright, ‘’The storm has passed.’’

Jungkook’s smile faltered at your words, slowly morphing into a frown when you stepped away from his grasp. His hands fell to his sides, looking at you as if you had just torn his heart out of his chest. But you didn’t notice. ‘’Don’t leave.’’

You were on your way to the door, hand grasping the handle before his words stopped you, causing you to look over your shoulder at the prince. Silence filled the room, and the air grew thicker.

‘’I have to leave. I can’t stay here. I need to go home.’’

Jungkook sighed, clenching his jaw as he stared at the floor. He almost looked like a child throwing a tantrum when they didn’t get what they wished for. ‘’You can’t.’’ He murmured.

‘’Watch me.’’ You huffed, jerking the door open before stepping out into the grand hall, striding towards the door with a made up mind. You were going home, you shouldn’t get used to this lifestyle. It was only for one night. You made it to the grand entrance, pushing with your entire body strength and pulling at the handle-- but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked. Your eyes searched for a way to unlock it, you were inside of the building after all. Why couldn’t you open it?

‘’Y/N..’’ Jungkook startled you, appearing behind you so suddenly. His voice was calm, arms crossed over his chest. A concerned look played on his face.

‘’Why is the door locked?’’ You asked, confusion obvious in your expression as you let go of the handle to turn to him.

‘’I told you, you can’t leave.’’ He sighed, clacking his tongue in annoyance. Why didn’t you get it?

‘’Why?’’

‘’I want you to stay… Be my little bird.’’

‘’What… what do you mean ‘little bird’?’’

‘’Sing for me, always.’’ The look in his eye was serious, yet gentle. He stepped closer, reaching out to delicately take your hands in his own, ‘’I will take care of you, everything you need is right here. Anything you want. Just please be mine.’’

Your mouth fell open, unable to speak or think of any witty comment to counter with. His words were sincere, the vulnerability in his expression along with his delicate touch had your heart skip a beat.. Or stop completely-- you weren’t sure. The logic in you told you no, this couldn’t be. He couldn’t love you this quickly, and neither could you. But your heart pumped these new emotions throughout your body, clouding any sense of what should and shouldn’t-- any logic thrown out the window. A part of you that grew with every second spent drowning in his dark eyes, your body decided to make the decision for you with a vague nod.

‘’Say it.’’ Jungkook urged, his eyes sparkling with a layer of tears. Were they happy? Sad? Maybe both. He wanted to hear your sweet voice confirm, his own chest so tight it was hard to breathe. He squeezed your hands in his, ‘’Say you’ll be mine.’’

‘’I… I can’t say that yet.. I’m sorry.’’ You whispered, and you swore you could hear his heart audibly crack. But it was okay, he mused. You didn’t reject him-- but you didn’t accept him in your heart yet. All you needed was time.

‘’Y/N…’’ Jungkook pulled you closer to his chest, brushing your hair away from your face. As he spoke, his warm comforting breath fanned your lips, ‘’It’s okay, you don’t have to say it yet. Just… Stay with me.’’

You nodded, feeling your own eyes sting with the tears building up from his heavy emotions rubbing off on you. He smiled softly, palm carefully placed on your cheek to draw you in, closing the distance between your lips in a sweet kiss.

All he needed was patience.

~ ~ ~

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months spent in his castle. You hadn’t taken a single step outside since that stormy night, and it was as if you’d forgotten what grass felt like underneath your feet. However, the times he allowed you to sit with him on his balcony, the warm sun and chill breeze would bring you enough peace to satiate your need for the freedom you were robbed of.

It was complicated, the way you felt. Spending every single day with the prince, you’d gradually fallen for him, and become close enough for you to even start calling him by his first name. He spoiled you with everything you could ever want; clothes, jewelry, endless amounts of books and pretty things, flowers. He showered you in his affection, a large smile constantly on his face whenever he gave, gave and gave to you. He saw how you slowly opened up to him, and it made him so happy; nobody had ever seen the lonely prince this way before.

But at times when he wasn't home, out attending to his duties, you suddenly felt lonely. You had time to think about everything, and it scared you how much you missed Jungkook. However, what you had started to miss even more was your freedom… The life you had before you met the prince.

It was clear that you weren’t allowed to leave, every window was barred, and every door was locked. It was impossible. No matter, because at this point you were scared to live without him. You couldn’t.

So you opted for the one thing you knew, the one thing you had that was in your control.

You stood by your window, watching the birds chirp and fly by, feeling the warmth of the sun rays beaming at your skin in stripes through the bars. You sang your heart out.

In the beginning, your singing was bright and full of life, proud of how Jungkook admired your voice.

But lately, your tune was laced with melancholy.

~ ~ ~

Jungkook heard your voice as he strode through the hallway, feeling his heart jump at the beautiful sound. Lately, your voice had gotten more and more bewitching. He was obsessed with the sadness in your vocals. He carefully peeked in through the crack of the door as he opened it, and the sight before him was breathtaking. You looked like a goddess with the sun glowing on your skin, eyes closed as you were completely indulged in your song.

He loved you so much, nothing or nobody could ever compare, nor could anybody intervene. You were his, kept safe in this castle for the rest of your life.

After a long moment of admiring you, Jungkook finally opened the door to step inside, quietly strolling over to stand behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, letting his hands settle on your stomach as he pressed his chest against your back, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. Your singing ceased, eyes widening in surprise at his sudden appearance. Just as quickly as your body tensed up, it relaxed in his embrace.

“You sing so pretty, my little dove,” he cooed into your ear as he held you tight. His hands splayed against your stomach and rubbed gently, carefully and slowly moving upwards. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your body tingle with a mixture of fright and excitement, warmth blooming where his hands trailed.

Jungkook turned you in his arms, pressed his chest against yours as his fingers caressed the side of your delicate face, a loving smile on his lips. He moved slowly, with intention, towards the plush bed behind you. His eyes never left yours, peering into them as if he could see your inner most desires. It made your body feel engulfed in flame.

“Please, let me have you,” the prince asked. His voice was sweet, pleading and desperate. He guided you towards the bed and the press of the firm mattress behind your knees made you fall with a soft gasp escaping your lips. “I need you, my love. I need to taste you, please.”

You found it hard to say no, hard to say anything at all despite the warnings sounding in your head. As confused by him and this entire situation as you were, you couldn’t help the magnetic pull you felt when he held you close, or the way your heart throbbed when he was around.

“Y-yes,” you replied, voice timid.

His body hovered over you, lips inches from your own and you felt your body press further and further into the bed as he encroached over you.

“Yes, what, little bird?” He asked. His voice was light—sensitive and loving. His eyes spoke volumes. He looked at you as if he wanted to claim every inch of you, make you his physically and emotionally for the rest of his life.

You swallowed hard as you lied down, head resting on the soft pillows, as your eyes connected with his. Any doubt had slowly left you as the warmth of his body seeped into your clothes and into your very core. It felt like a fire was building, growing larger and more intense, in the center of your thighs.

“Yes, please,” you whispered.

Your answer pleased the prince—he moved down further until his lips connected with yours. His hips pressed into your own and you could feel his hard length against you—making you gasp into his kiss.

It spurred Jungkook on, his tongue taking advantage and sliding into your open mouth to caress and lick at your own tongue. He moaned lightly at the taste of you, so sweet and perfect—just like you. He wanted to taste it for the rest of his life, have the sweet essence of you on his tongue every single night. He was sure if your mouth tasted so sweet, your drenched folds would taste even better.

“Let me see you,” he whispered as he pulled away from your honeyed lips. “Please.”

His voice was so desperate--so full of love and desire for you that the fire within you blazed higher. It was becoming harder and harder to resist the prince at all, and you found yourself wondering why you ever resisted in the first place.

After receiving your consent in the form of a nod, Jungkook pushed the fabric of your dress up from your thighs. His strong hands smoothed over the soft, plush skin and you shivered at the feeling of his warmth that lingered where he touched. He continued pushing the dress up until it exposed your stomach and core to him.

His eyes explored every inch of your body. He was mesmerized by the way your stomach curved and your hips swelled. Your body was finer than any of the paintings in his castle, more valuable than the jewels glittering in his reserves. His breath came out heavier as his vision trailed to the linen of your panties, the very ones he provided for you. Jungkook loved the way you looked in the clothes he picked especially for you--his gorgeous, little songbird.

Your hands clutched at the bunched material of your dress and you desperately sought to take it off, expose yourself fully to the handsome prince above you. Your body squirmed as he continued drinking you in, hurrying to take the rest of the fine dress off your body. Jungkook noticed your discomfort, and moved to help you pull the dress up and over your head. The gesture was sweet, so sweet it felt like an ache in your heart and your core.

Jungkook threw the garment aside, no care for the price or quality of the dress. His only care was you, now nearly naked and pliant underneath him. If he thought the hills and valleys of your thighs were mesmerizing, he was wholly unprepared for the sight of your breasts.

He could feel his mouth drying up as he watched your nipples prickle in the chill of the castle’s air. He was sure he stopped breathing as he watched your chest rise and fall with each deliberate breath you brought in and expelled. He felt his tongue dart out of his mouth to moisten his lips, eyes glued to the pretty pink nubs of your breasts.

“My dove,” he gasped.

Your eyes were wide, pupils blown with a mixture of anxiety and lust, and your hands sought to grab at the cloth of his shirt.

“Please, Jungkook,” you whined softly. Being so exposed, so vulnerable to the man above you made you needier by the second. You were sure you couldn’t stand another minute under his intense gaze without him touching you somewhere, anywhere.

Jungkook’s eyes slipped closed at the sound of his name rolling off your sweet tongue. He felt his body nearly tremble, and he knew he needed to hear it for the rest of his life. There was no way he could let you go now, now that he would have you fully.

“What do you need, my love?” He asked as he smoothed a hand over your delicate stomach and up towards your ribs. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give you everything you could ever want.”

Your back arched off the bed as his warm hand pursued up your body until it summited the crest of your breast. He marveled at the way his hands fit over the soft globes, and how perfectly they fit in his palms. He knew you were made for him--that you were the only one meant to be with him. Everything about you reminded him that you were made for him.

His fingers pinched at a nipple and he sighed as he heard your soft, gentle squeak at the pinch. His stomach tightened painfully, and his cock strained hard against the linen of his pants. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself between your plush thighs, but he knew he needed to to worship you, to make you feel like the princess you would soon become.

In one swift movement, his head bowed down piously to pull a nipple into his mouth while his fingers maintained pressure on the other. He moaned around the bud in his lips, the way it felt against his tongue and the sweet flavor of your skin. Your keening gasps and sighs encouraged him, making him suck the nub in further and tongue swirl around it.

Your body felt grazed with tiny pinpricks of pleasure, electrifying you down to your veins. You have never felt such pleasure in your life, never knowing the touch of a man. But you’re sure that no man could compare to the way the prince felt above you, pressing his worshipful kisses to your breasts.

Jungkook switched to your other breast, frenzied to taste and consume you--every last inch. He fervidly licked at your prickled nub before he pulled it into his mouth and allowed his tongue to explore and pleasure it.

“J-Jungkook!” You gasped at the feeling. His other hand rubbed and pinched at your abused nipple so well it made your legs tremble.

He popped off your breasts but maintained his grip on you with his hands, a toothy smile brightening his features as he peered at you.

“Yes, my dove?” He asked as innocently as he could. He knew this action was driving you mad. He could tell by the way your hips bucked and swayed that your channel would be slick and burning with desire by now.

“More, please,” you begged. “I need you to take me.”

Jungkook kissed his way down your sternum, lavishing kisses at your navel and skin of your thighs. He wanted no part of you left untouched, unclaimed by him. He meant to have you in every sense of the word. The prince was determined to ensure every single part of you was conquered by him, and him only.

Jungkook was eager to get the remaining fabric off you. His deft fingers swiped at your covered slit, smiling as he felt the wetness pooling there. He hummed deep in his throat as he made himself comfortable between your thighs. Jungkook noticed how comfortable, how natural it felt to be between your thick thighs. He wanted to leave marks all over them, physical reminders of his claim of you.

You stirred gently, awkwardly, at the intense gaze that the prince was holding with your barely covered decency. His stare was intense--it fanned the flames within you, making them lick hotly at every inch of your being.

Jungkook tugged at the thin fabric between your thighs, pulling it down your legs gently, as if he was unwrapping the finest and most delicate china. His breath caught in his throat as he threw them to the side and your centre became exposed to him. You bloomed below him like the most beautiful rose, petals opening and slick with arousal. His tongue sought out of his mouth, anxious for a taste of what he was sure to be the most delicious nectar.

“My beautiful,” he sighed as his hands pressed your legs further apart. You whimpered gently, the feeling of the cold air rolling over your heated body was nearly driving you insane. Jungkook stared at you as if you were his final, mortal meal. Jungkook nearly salivated at the sound and the way your legs trembled with need--...need for him.

His face inched closer and close, desperate to be buried face first in your pretty cunt, but careful not to scare you. Jungkook loved you, passionately and desperately, and he quaked at the thought of terrifying you further. You were his little dove--you needed to be loved slowly, gently.

“I want to taste you, my love,” he murmured as his face settled centimeters from your exposed folds. “Please, will you let me have you?”

Your bottom lip trembled, and your eyes were wide with arousal. The growing ache and need for him was surging through your veins swiftly, swirling in your mind and clouding any thought that wasn’t the handsome prince, and the way his hands and body felt against yours. All you could think, all you could comprehend was him--only him.

Your head nodded quickly in reply. “Yes, please, sir.”

Jungkook stifled a groan at the sound of the honorific leaving you. His spine tingled and he nearly lost all resolve to remain composed. You drove him mad, and it took all he had to not claim you fully and deeply there, now.

With a gentle kiss to each side of your luscious thighs, Jungkook worshiped each inch of your skin as he worked towards the apex. He let the sounds of your pleasured sighs and keening gasps roll over him like fine silk. As he reached your center, he gently bowed his head and pressed a soft kiss to your clit, before allowing his tongue to dart out and taste a droplet of your slick.

He pulled his head back and closed his eyes in bliss as the flavor blossomed on his tongue. You tasted so sweet, and earthy. Like a mulled wine, sweet and honeyed and intoxicating.

“Perfect,” he admired as he lowered his head back down. “I knew you’d taste so sweet, so perfect.”

Jungkook eagerly got to work now, tongue gently caressing the nub of nerves that had your legs quaking at each tender lick. He couldn’t get enough of the way you felt, succumbed to his desire and pliant underneath him. He wished to be buried in your sweet cunt for ever, both mouth and cock. He knew now, irrevocably, he would never be able to live without you.

He drank from you as if you were the last fountain on earth, the only source of his hydration. His tongue worked eagerly, dipping into the pools of your tight heat and licking up the sweet wetness that pooled. He couldn’t fathom how one little angel could taste so sweet, feel so good against his tongue.

Your sweet sighs and moans spurred him on. Your legs trembled gently and with each caress of his tongue on your nub, your sounds only increased in volume and in need. The prince was eager to get you to your high, make you feel euphoria caused by him and him only.

Your legs quivered and you gasped his name, and he couldn’t help but smile. A finger slid into your walls, coaxing your climax with each curl and press of his finger against the tender spot inside you. It made you nearly scream with how delicious it felt, and Jungkook knew you were near the end. He increased his pressure and speed of his tongue, and curled another finger inside of you.

“Cum for me, my love,�� he encouraged between licks. “Let me taste you.”

You were no match for him and his words, dripping in unadulterated love and need. His eyes connected with yours and your climax washed over you swiftly. Your back arched and hips squirmed as your walls fluttered and milked his fingers, begging for more--so much more.

Jungkook fervidly licked at the juices that slowly trickled down his fingers from within you, cleaning his hand as he let it slide from within you.

“My little dove,” he sighed. “You taste so sweet when you cum for me.”

Your breaths came out hard, as if your lungs hadn’t worked for hours. You inhaled sharply as you watched him continue to devour the juices on his hands and you felt your spine tingle in response.

Jungkook’s hard length was hard against his trousers and you were desperate now to have the man buried inside you.

“Jungkook, please,” you gasped, hands reaching for the man who now sat above you. “Please, take me.”

The prince’s heart nearly melted to the floor of the castle at your desperate plea. You were his, you knew now that you were his. He made quick work of the cotton trousers and shirt, tearing them off his body until he was just as naked as you. He knew this is how he wanted to be, always. No clothes, no barriers, nothing to stand in between him and you, his perfect little dove.

“I’m here,” he soothed as he pressed his lips to yours. “Let me take care of you, my princess.”

He easily lined himself up with your heat, rubbing the bulbous head against the slick and nearly entering when you swiftly grabbed his arms and stared at him with wide, frightened eyes.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, shame coloring your cheeks. “Please… please don’t hurt me.”

Jungkook stopped breathing, the world stopped turning. He couldn’t believe his luck--his dove, his princess... all his. You would become his in every sense of the word. He will have what no man has ever had before, and never get the chance to take. He kissed at your lips gently and nodded.

“I’d rather cut off my own hand than hurt you even once.”

Your eyes softened, soothed by his words and actions, and you nodded gently.

“Take me, Jungkook.” Your words were brave, and ready. Jungkook felt his cock twitch with excitement, and he pressed one final kiss to your lips as he lined himself up and pushed in gently.

Jungkook pulled away from your lips to gasp. Never had he felt such incredible, tight heat. He could tell by the scrunch of your features that you were adjusting to his thick length. Despite your first climax, your body still resisted the press of his cock inside you. It felt like scorching wet heat and the tightness alone nearly made the prince cum as he bottomed out.

He remained still within you as your body relaxed. His hands rubbed gently at your hips and thighs, caressing them sweetly as he whispered his praise to you.

“You took me so well,” he murmured. “My little dove, so good for me. You’re doing so well.”

You whimpered out in need, desire for him to move inside you. The pain melted away to pleasure quickly, and you’re thankful he spent so much time preparing you with his mouth and fingers. The tender care the Prince showered on you made your heart beat rapidly against your chest, working over time like the beat of a bird’s.

“Are you ready, my sweet?” He asked. He could feel his cock ache with the need to set a pace, to feel the way your walls stroke him, but he would not allow himself such pleasure without your word.

“Take me, Jungkook, I’m yours.”

He moaned loudly, allowing the possessiveness of your voice to spur him to begin.

He started his movements slow and with intention. Each drag out and thrust in, he monitored your face for any sign of displeasure. When all that crossed your features was blissful pleasure, he moved faster.

Your body relaxed ten-fold as the man above you began to drill harder into you. The pain of the stretch was nearly gone by now, replaced only by a sizzling bliss that had your mouth gaping open and begging for more. Sweat began to gather at the prince’s brow and you’re taken by how handsome he is, how truly carnal he looks as he pounds into you with no abandon.

Your walls accommodate him perfectly, gripping him tight while still allowing passage. Jungkook felt as if your very cunt was made for him, molded to be his exact match. He could feel himself nearing closer and closer to the edge of bliss--climbing so high to the peaks of climax.

Your body was racked with pleasure. It poured out of your body in sweet sighs and torrential trembles. With each delicious push and pull of his cock within you, the fire grew and grew. It swirled around your body, clawed at your neck and clouded your mind with smoke. All you knew was Jungkook, his thick length, his warm body, and the way his eyes burned holes into yours. Each thrust sent you so much closer to another dizzying peak and your fingers gripped at his arms tighter.

He could tell by the rapture on your face that you were close--could feel it in the fluttering of your walls.

“Cum for me,” he groaned. “Let go, little dove. Let me feel you.”

You whimpered needily, groaning as the prince continued to thrust into you at a turbulent speed. He licked his thumb before allowing it to circle your clit, the bundle of nerves nearly screaming to life as he stimulated it.

Jungkook licked his lips as he watched your body come nearly undone at his touch. He could feel the way his body was building and climbing towards a grand finish, one he wanted to bury deep inside you.

“G-going to cum,” he groaned as he increased his strokes. ‘’I will fill you so well, you feel so good..’’

Never had you felt closer to another person, another man. Jungkook was truly the only one in the world for you, and you could never stray away. His hands gripped you tight and possessively as he powered his way to his finish.

“P-please!” You gasped as your vision started to dot with black spots. You couldn’t speak, breath overtaken by gasps and whimpers of need, as your body finally peaked at it’s high. Your moans were loud as you soared into the blissful pool that only Jungkook had ever taken you to. Your walls contracted around him tightly, squeezing and coaxing his cock to release his own pleasure inside you.

Jungkook lasted mere seconds after feeling youl grip him so tightly, and hearing your sweet dulcet voice sing praises and whines. His cock pulsed as he emptied himself into you, hot cum painting your sweet walls and pooling in your womb.

A long moment followed where Jungkook was just.. staring down at your exhausted form from above. His overgrown fringe clung to his clammy skin, lips swollen from biting down on them more often than not, and chest heaving up and down as he emotionally gathered himself back into one piece after shattering for you.

‘‘My love,’’ He whispered as he leaned down over you once more, sweaty skin sticking together. But no matter, he wouldn’t want you any other way right this moment. He gently moved his lips against yours, all while still keeping himself deep inside of you, making sure nothing would be spilled to waste, ‘‘My beautiful Y/N.’‘

A small smile tugged at your lips when he calls you by your first name. You reach out to brush his fringe away from his forehead, combing his dark, soft locks with your fingers, ‘’My dear Jungkook.’’

Jungkook’s heart almost stopped. You’d said a lot of things, you’d even given him your body. But you had never, ever had referred to him with any term of endearment until now. It was always his name, or his title.

‘‘What did you just say?’’ He asked, one hand cupping your face gently to guide your eyes to meet his own. He looked at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, but if you tried to name them, it’d be a mix of confusion, joy, and relief.

‘‘My dear,’‘ You paused to place your hand on top of his, leaning your cheek into his palm further, ‘‘Jungkook.’‘

Jungkook’s hot breath fanned your lips as he sighed in content, eyes still fixed on you. He kissed you once, softly, before pulling back to look at you again.

‘‘Please say it now’’ He asked quietly. The hint of sadness and desperation wasn’t evident in his voice, however, his eyes didn’t lie. They were wide, intensely focused on your every single reaction as he anticipated your answer, ‘’Say you’ll be mine.’’

You were already his in every sense of the word, except one. He needed you to say it yourself.

And who were you to resist the prince?

‘‘I’ll be yours.’‘ You finally broke the silence. Jungkook’s eyes flickered between yours with his doe ones, desperately trying to find any sign of lies. But instead, all he could see was utter affection, and your truthful words finally sank in.

‘’Be my wife.’‘ Jungkook continued, leaning his forehead against yours, ‘‘I love you. I promise to always love you. Nobody else will be able to take care of you the way I can.’‘

You nod, a quiet ‘yes’ leaving your lips before you crane your neck to kiss him. You might’ve been confused, frightened, and even sad at times-- but now? You were happy.

Happy to belong to the prince.

Jungkook smiles against your lips, he couldn’t believe he was so lucky to have found you.

Or rather, you had found him.

Either way, it couldn’t have been anything but fate. And.. Jungkook believed in that.

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years

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Could you do something where Jiang Yanli kills Jin Guangshan? Reason why and when are up to you.

“It’s just in case,” Jiang Cheng said.

“A-Cheng…” Jiang Yanli said, smiling helplessly. Her little brother was all grown up now and pretending like it was his duty to be protective of her, rather than the other way around. “A-Cheng, it’s really not necessary. I’m going to my own engagement dinner – I don’t think anyone’s going to cause trouble.”

“It’s just in case.”

“A-Cheng, you do know that once I get married, I’m going to live there, right?” she said, laughing a little helplessly. “I’ll be in Koi Tower all the time. I can’t take Zidian away from you forever.”

“It’s fine after you get married,” Jiang Cheng said. “Jin Zixuan is a peacock, but he loves you; he’ll be by your side as often as he can manage it. But an engagement party like this – it’s so unorthodox to have something like this anyway, I don’t know what LanlingJin is thinking – he’ll be occupied getting congratulations on his side, you on yours, and then you retreat to separate bedrooms. If someone wanted to cause trouble in your marriage, that would be a good night for it. So just take it.”

“I don’t even know how to use Zidian properly!” she protested. “Not the way you do! I always…”

She waved her hands.

“Massively over do it?” Jiang Cheng said dryly.

Jiang Yanli grinned bashfully. “Yes.”

Zidian was a delicate spiritual weapon – in her brother’s hands, it was like watching artistry, the crackle of lightning and the shifts between ring and whip and back, never stronger than he meant it to be, able to draw beautiful patterns in the air that left after-images on the eye.

In Jiang Yanli’s hands…

She’d only ever managed to figure out how to activate Zidian’s self-defense mechanism, an extremely powerful lightning zap designed to send anything it touched into the next room and usually the next life.

“I’d still rather you had it for this party,” he said firmly. “Please, indulge me.”

Jiang Yanli stood on her tip-toes and pulled her little brother down by the collar to press a kiss to his forehead. “Always, A-Cheng.”

No one notices an extra ring on her finger that evening – if anything, she’s under-dressed compared to most of the ladies in Lanling, who cover themselves in gold and jewels; they flock around her and drink just as many toasts as the men do, albeit in their own fashion, and the rest of the evening is spent in gossip. Jiang Yanli wasn’t sure how much she liked any of this, but she supposed the engagement party wasn’t really for her – it was for Madame Jin, presiding over the events and puffed up with pride for having made the engagement work out just the way she and Madame Yu had planned it all those years ago.

If it had been for Jiang Yanli, her brothers would have been invited. Both of them.

Still, as the guest of honor, she’s obligated to stay very late, until the party could realistically be considered over and everyone lingering could pretend that they’d meant to do that anyway. Jiang Yanli pointedly yawned a few times before making her excuses – she didn’t need to fake it all that much, actually, given how much wine she’d drunk, even if she had only taken a single sip for every toast.

Of course, no one grew up with Wei Wuxian as a brother without developing some serious alcohol tolerance, so she’s not as affected as she made herself out to be.

Still, she thinks a little later that night, remarkably clear-headed, being drunk would probably be…helpful.

Jiang Yanli took a moment to survey the scene one more time, made a few small arrangements, nodded to herself, and started screaming Madame Jin’s name.

She’d been given a room in the main family hallway, as befitting her soon-to-be-daughter-in-law status, and Madame Jin had (somewhat reluctantly) bid the rest of her guests farewell shortly after Jiang Yanli left, so it didn’t take long before the woman ran into her room, followed very shortly by Jin Zixuan – they must have been talking in Madame Jin’s rooms.

Jiang Yanli flung herself at her future husband – well, she hoped he was still her future husband – and clutched at him, giving him a meaningful look as she did, hoping he understood. “There’s a man in my room!”

Jin Zixuan’s arms around her were a comfort, and his eyes were narrow as he looked around to see the scene she’d prepared: a man with a sheet over his face, lying against a wall where he’d evidently been thrown.

“Zixuan, you comfort Yanli,” Madame Jin instructed, then turned to the servants. “I want this locked down immediately. No one but you is to know what happened – if anyone asks, the story is that she saw a rat and overreacted after having drunk too much; we’ll figure out the rest later. If the real story gets out, it may affect Yanli’s reputation – and I’ll know it was one of you.”

The servants, pale-faced, rushed out.

“What happened?” Jin Zixuan asked her, and she really appreciated that he didn’t follow his mother’s instructions to comfort her as if she were a child.

She wiped the rather legitimate tears away from her eyes. “I came inside and began to change for bed,” she said. “My maid had just finished putting my hair down when she suddenly said we needed more incense and left –”

“Bought out, most likely,” Madame Jin said, looking grim. It had been a maid she’d appointed herself.

“And the someone came up behind me and put his hands on me,” Jiang Yanli continued. “I pulled away, so he only got my shoulders, but he tried to throw me onto the bed. I couldn’t see who it was, only a blur in the dark; I grabbed a sheet and threw it at his face –”

That was the only part of this story that was a lie. The sheet had been a later addition – and she’d seen exactly who it was.

“How’d he end up across the room?” Jin Zixuan asked, glancing over. His tone wasn’t accusing, at least – more puzzled. It was understandable: Jiang Yanli’s cultivation had never been anything very spectacular.

“He tried to grab me again and Zidian’s self-defense mechanism activated,” she said. “My brother gave her to me so I’d have something of my mother’s to wear at the engagement party…you know we don’t have much of her that’s left.”

Madame Jin’s face softened at the mention of her childhood friend.

“I’m glad he did,” Jin Zixuan said, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I didn’t even know Zidian had a self-defense mechanism.”

“It’s for people like me who can’t use it properly,” Jiang Yanli explained, leaning her head against him. She was a little confused – they were taking all the actions and precautions she’d hoped they would, keeping the story quiet and listening to her, but…why weren’t they looking at the body?

“I’m glad,” Jin Zixuan said again, and now that her head was against his chest, she could feel that he was shaking. “Mother…what are we going to do?”

“Zidian’s effects are similar to a lightning strike,” Madame Jin said. “Especially the – it was the zap, Yanli?”

Of course Madame Jin would know – Madame Yu had probably told her all about it. Jiang Yanli nodded.

“With the make-up to conceal the impact on the veins, the cause of death could just as easily have been a heart attack,” Madame Jin continued. “We can spin that. Maybe we say he came in here by accident, and in the confusion of realizing he was in the wrong room, had the attack…?”

They’d recognized him, Jiang Yanli realized. From the first moment they’d come in, sheet or no sheet – no. It was better to say that while they hadn’t expected this would happen, it also hadn’t surprised them very much.

Jin Guangshan had truly been a vile human being, if his wife and son didn’t mourn his passing even for a moment.

Jiang Yanli let the stress slip off her shoulders. “That would raise questions,” she said, composed again. “And I won’t be able to marry A-Xuan if people think I killed his father. How about a slightly different spin: the room was dark when I came in, my maid left, and I got up to look around and began screaming when I found the body. It would be obvious what he’d been trying to do, but if he died before I even arrived…”

“No, that’s better,” Jin Zixuan said. “It won’t – no one will be surprised at something like that, from him. I’m sorry. But you screamed very convincingly.”

She smiled at him. “I’m not very good at screaming.”

“If I hadn’t been in a war camp with you, I would’ve believed you?” he offered with a shaky smile.

“I never expected you to,” she said and kissed his cheek. “It was for the benefit of the audience.”

“The sheet was a good touch,” Madame Jin said, and she sounded approving. “The servants wouldn’t have recognized him – some of them will think it was a stranger, inevitably, and that will create additional confusion when the stories leak out…yes, I think a sudden heart attack while waiting is the best approach. We will need to take action, A-Xuan – reach out to everyone we can trust at once.”

“Is there anything I should do?” Jiang Yanli wanted to know.

“No, you’re not a member of the family yet,” Jin Zixuan said. “Your first instinct was right: you need to be the distressed young mistress.”

“Shocked and a little naïve about what he could possibly have been doing there would be best,” Madame Jin agreed. “‘Surely he just wanted to give me another toast’ – that sort of thing. Can you do that?”

“I can try. Most of the women here don’t know me very well, so it should work.”

Jin Zixuan ended up taking her down the hallway to the only other family housed there, knocking at the door. Jin Guangyao had a smile on his face when he answered – but then, he was always smiling.

The smile didn’t alter as Jin Zixuan explained the situation in short terms.

“I would be happy to help,” Jin Guangyao said. “Don’t worry. Miss Jiang is perfectly safe with me.”

#mdzs #jiang yanli #jiang cheng #jin zixuan #madame jin #jin guangyao #my fic #guess it's just a jiang yanli day #Anonymous

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murderousginger · 4 years

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Demons & Angels

Warnings: Menton of drug use. Smutty sexy things. They're criminals, guys, they do bad things.

Word count: 2211

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You worked yourself up all afternoon to show up at his door. You'd had enough of Tommy Shelby and his attitude. You were sick of him brushing off your ideas, keeping you in the dark except for your small part in whatever plan he had. You were tired of hunting him down to speak to him and his words always being so clipped with you. He kept you at a distance, careful to not touch you as if dealing with a leper.

He might be the devil of Small Heath but you thought you had been friends well enough for him to spare you a look, a thought, a smirk. Something. And so you were on his doorstep that night, late enough to ensure he was home, knocking so rapidly that you almost knocked Finn in the head when he cracked the door open. Your anger waffled as Finn looked at you.

"Oh, sorry Finn," you say as you look to your feet.

"Why are you knocking like a copper this late, (Y/N)?" He asks, wide-eyed. "Arthur was 'bout ready to blow the door out."

"Sorry, I just wanted to talk to Tommy," you say, looking anywhere but at the child in front of you. "Is he home? Can I speak with him?"

A large hand grips the door above Finn's head and pulls the door wider. Arthur sticks his head out, scowling.

"Fuckin' hell, (Y/N)," he barks. "Why are you here at this hour? I nearly blew your head off. Come in, come in."

They both retreat and you come in, closing the door behind you. Finn is dressed for bed already and Arthur is half dressed, his shirt half buttoned, as if he was just about to sink into sleep himself.

"I came to talk to Tom," you say, regaining your conviction.

"At this hour?" Arthur squints. "He doesn't know you're coming, does he?"

You shake your head as you clasp your hands together.

"No, but-"

"This can't wait till mornin'?" He scratches the back of his head. "It's late, love, and I'm sure any business--"

"It's not business and I'm not leaving without talking to Tommy," you raise your voice a little, panic lacing through your tone as you realize you might not be allowed to see him. You'll lose steam by morning, unable to meet his eyes and tell him how you feel.

Arthur nods, his head down as he pauses before he looks back to meet your eyes, his voice calmer, softer.

"Right then," he nods to Finn, "you, off to bed. Now."

Finn does as he's told, eyes wide.

"Right," Arthur clears his throat. "Right. Well. Something I need to tell you first, right, is that Tom's…"

He trails off, his hand waving as if to catch words in the air to fill his mouth.

"Tom's not himself right now," he says finally, meeting your eye as if to push the meaning into your head.

"Not himself?" You repeat, dropping your chin to your chest.

"Yuh," he said, nodding more vigorously as you catch his words. "He's more, y'know, calm… right now. He's had a bit of opium to sleep and he might not be in full form."

"Opium?" You frown. "Why's--"

"He takes it to sleep," Arthur says as he shuffles in place. "He don't talk about it much. I think you'd be alright."

He squints as he smooths his mustache down.

"A woman shouldn't set 'im off like I do," he mutters to himself. "Come'n, love, I'll show you his door."

Arthur walks to the stairs and goes up them before you find your feet and follow, more questions than answers from the interaction. You both stop at the first closed door at the top of the stairs, and Arthur points to it as he steps away from it.

"He's just there," he said, continuing his walk down the hall. "Wait 'til I'm out of sight, or I'll set him off, and we don't want fuckin' war flashbacks tonight, love."

Your eyes widened as your hand froze over the doorknob.

"Just be easy," Arthur said, his hands gesturing wildly. "It's all a bit of a dream to him right now."

Arthur disappeared into his room as you stared at the door, uncertainty tainting your anger. You were used to unaffected, strong, stubborn Tommy Shelby. Who would this man be behind the door?

You finally took a deep breath and turned the knob, moving into a room of heavy sour smoke. It tickled your nose as you looked at the mostly bare walls. The only furniture was a wooden chair, an end table, and the small bed that Tommy Shelby lay across as he contemplated the ceiling as if you weren't there.

You closed the door, fidgeting as you sank into the wooden chair.

"Tommy?" You call, hoping it would snap him out of whatever was happening.

He frowns as he turns to you, scrutinizing you before he looks back to the ceiling.

"That's new," he says to himself with a shrug. "I suppose she's been on my mind but it's not normal to conjure."

"Conjure?" You ask, lost in his words.

"I see spirits, love," he says. "Not the living. You can be off now."

His words brush you off like a maid and rekindles your resolve.

"Why have you been pushing me away?" You ask as you sit on his bed near his feet with your arm propping yourself up as you watch him. He took a deep breath.

"Do you think I tell people things?"

He stayed still, a picture of calm waters, as he laid on his bed with his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

"And I do?"

"You're telling me now."

"No," you sputter, "I'm asking a question."

"People don't ask questions about things they have no care for."

"Have you always been this obstinate, Tommy Shelby?" You shake your head as you look to the ceiling.

A heavy silence fills the room as you both stare above to the blank ceiling. You fall into your head, the dark corners that you retreat to when you can't quite grasp those around you, and you start to shuffle through the worst explanations to fill the silence. This was a terrible idea. I'm a fool.

"I am cursed," he said, breaking you from your thoughts. "Everything I touch gets tainted. Broken."

You soften as you look over, your mouth shut in fear a response would silence him. His face is pinched, his eyes searching above him, as if he can't find the words. There's never the right words.

"You fit," he said. "You don't flinch at the violence. You don't flinch at the business. You've never given me the look."

He stops, finally looking down to his feet to look over you, through you. His eyes cover your every curve and he gives a slight nod before he looks back up to the ceiling.

"The look?" You whisper, afraid that anything louder would stop him, take him out of whatever trance had him. Whatever the opium opened in his head.

"Disgust," he said. "Fear. Loathing. You've never stopped looking at me like I'm just a man."

"You've never been anything else to me, Tommy," you say as his face drops, his blue eyes melt over you like clear skies.

"I am to everyone else," he lowed.

"Should I be afraid of Thomas Shelby, Devil of Small Heath?" Your eyebrow quirked up involuntarily, taunt thick in the air.

He smiled at his epithet on your lips, the words rolling out of your mouth. They didn't have the usual feelings behind them that he had grown used to. You knew the answer before you asked and nothing would change your certainty.

"I think I'm in love with you."

He says it like he isn't there, like his words aren't really attached and settling into the world around him. It just tumbles out of his mouth without thought. He mulls the words over once they're in the air as if he hadn't actually considered it before that moment.

Your heart catches in your throat, expanding, exploding in your chest. He looks down to you, mouth slightly parted as he looks over you again, his words settling into his brain.

"Odd," he says, watching you frozen in place as he sits up. "I've never placed that thought. But that would be why you're here now, innit? You've been in the back of my brain so long you've appeared. The opium conjures what I reject."

"Why reject me, Tom, when I've always been by your side?"

"Why poison the only good?" He breathes out. "I'm done with this talk. You're like a mirage, if I touch you, you're gone."

You sit frozen as he cocks his head and reaches out as if to move a curtain away. His fingers ghost over your lips as his mouth slacks and his eyes flare. Shock and anger fight over his features like lightning in a summer thunderstorm.

"I'm not disappearing, Tom," you whisper against his fingertips. "The opium didn't conjure me. You touched me and I'm still here, unbroken."

"Fuck."

It's all he uttered. Sharp. Succinct. He pulls his hand back as if he burnt himself on you.

"Kiss me."

He buries his face in his hand, muttering nonsense to himself.

"I'm telling you I feel the same," you rasp, your heart fluttering as the words fill you with a jolt of fear. "You can't confess your feelings and refuse to kiss me."

"I'm afraid to kiss you," he breaths out, flustered by his own words. His hand wipes his mouth and shakily hangs in his lap.

"Why?"

"Because if I start I don't know if I can stop."

"Who says I want you to?"

Tommy hesitates but his hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing it softly. Your hand finds the base of his neck and you pull him to you, your kiss hungry. Tommy matches your passion, his hesitation dripping away in the flames as you taste the whiskey on his tongue and a sour taste you can smell in the air around you. You breath out a soft moan as he bites your lip and his hands cup your face as his kisses move across your jaw.

"That sound," he growls as he pulls you into his lap, "I'll spend forever in that noise."

You chuckle, but your breath hitches as he kisses the soft spot on your neck. You wrap your arms around him and squirm in his lap. His teeth rake the spot and you're seeing stars, fucking planets orbiting your head. You moan louder and he growls into your skin, ripples of pleasure shooting down your spine.

"You like that," he says like it's fact, and it is. Oh, it is.

Your dress is over your head before you realize, only the cool air causing goosebumps across your flesh makes you register it's disappearance. He presses you back, pulling you both backward before his hand finds your chest and he lays you flat on your back.

"Hell is the absence of that noise you make," Tommy mumbles as his hands run along your legs and his nose tickles your thighs.

He searches, tests you, settles there as if he's willing to do anything to keep that noise in his head. You moan lightly when he touches the right spot and grow louder as he dives in, his hands pressing into your skin harder as your body wriggles from the intensity of the feelings he gives you. He hums as you arch your back against the bed.

You hiss, bringing your hand to your mouth to bite as you push against him. There are other people in the house and you can't yell the house down. You look down to see the crinkle of amusement around his eyes and his hand reaches to pull yours from your mouth.

"Your brothers are in the house, Tommy," you whine, fighting to keep your voice down as your eyes roll back.

"They've heard worse, love," he said as he climbs your body, his words growling down your ear. "But I've never heard something so sweet. Moan my name again."

He got his way. Tommy Shelby always got his way.

When both of you collapse together, breathing hard in each other's arms, Tommy pulls you close to his chest.

"I broke my rule for you," he says as he kisses the top of your head.

"Tommy Shelby has rules?" You twist to look up at him. "I always thought you look at rules and pass them by."

"I am selective with which ones I follow," he says as he pulls your lips to his. "I just have the one I've never broken."

"And that is?" You smile lazily, tired and enjoying his touch.

"Don't endanger the innocent."

Your brows knot together as you open your mouth to protest.

"My hands on your skin put you in danger," he says before you can speak. "I've put a target on your back with my bloody hands."

You kiss him slow and soft.

"Well," you say as you pull back. "I guess the devil of Small Heath will just have to protect me, then."

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby x reader #storytime with murderousginger #promptmurderousginger

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theredsuzuran · 4 years

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Muzan x reader ~ Lily [pt 2]

Took me forever to complete this song fanfiction, wouldn't have been possible if my friend didn't help, thanks to him. Please check out the first part to understand it better. Here.

Warning : abusive themes, mention of blood and gore.

Enjoy

She knew she was hypnotized.

The sound of a loud slap echoed throughout the room, your father who was furious about your escape have just hit you hard on your face infront of everyone, including the servants. On other hand your mother holding your father's arm tightly to prevent him from hitting you any further.

"Get away, you callous women, it is for you that she tried to run away, you should be ashamed of yourself", he shouted, shoving off your mother roughly onto the tatami floor.

"This is wrong, the Gods will punish us", she murmured under her breath making muffle sounds, your father dissatisfied by her futile attempts of protests turns his attention away from you to hit her right in the stomach with his bare fist in pure fury, making her scream in agony coughing out mucus. Your mother being a fragile women of timid personality, rarely talked to anyone let alone protest or stand up against vile play, always seen behind the shoji doors praying to the gods and chanting prayers, constantly intimidated. Witnessing your father abusing her inhumanely infront of her children, family members as well as the servants, evoked a sense of rebellion inside of you.

"Don't hit my mother, you are angry because of me hit me instead, as much as you like, but not her", you growled furiously at your father, making your mother jolt towards your direction as she shook her head violently.

"Stay away from this brat", he said apatheticly, disappointment hinted in his voice turning his head away from you once again in utter disgust. Receiving such cold treatments from your father made your heart shattered in pieces. Then, your uncle step up.

"Take her to the room and increase the guards, this shall not happen again", your father ordered the servants which was immediately followed without any hesitation or delay before you could protest you were taken away. However you wonder why did your mother reacted that way?

As the time passed by, you grew up to be an elegant lady mostly within the confinement of four walls, while pushing down all the jovial moments deep into the unconsciousness... your mind engulfed with the thoughts of your demise. It was getting harder and harder each day for you to keep your sanity intact. A constant state of melancholy always prevailed within your aura, even your own shadow seem deceitful.

Walking on cold thin nights

Then the night of that cursed full moon occurred. You glanced at the starry night from the now open window of your cell with your souless (e/c) eyes. Succumbing towards the void of eternal darkness. Heaven knows what grave sin you might have committed to receive such heavy punishments. As you were busy getting drowned in your own thoughts the shoji door slightly opened and the maids rushed inside your room one by one with cloths and accessories in their arm.

"It's time m'lady" the head maid bowed respectfully infront of you, then motioned the other maids to help you get ready. You could feel them pitying you, sympathizing the miserable state you're in. You simply nodded and get up to dress for your deathbed. At this point you didn't care much you just want it to get over soon, trailing off in the sea of your own distorted thoughts.

You approached your family to bid farewell before heading towards the palanquin. Everyone wishpering behind your back something that they are not allowed to speak infront of you. That didn't bother you anways but you wish you could atleast see your mother for the last time. Is it that hard for a mother to witness her daughter's departure that she needs to constantly hide indoors avoiding her like plague?

A herd of maids accompany you as your bridesmaid to mount Akakura. The norimono stopped infront of a shrine. The bitter cold outside and the solemn atmosphere made it difficult for you to enter through the main gates. All of them left at once after escorting you inside the shrine. While you sat there facing the kami observing the interior, The light of the lamp beside you flickering slowly. The shrine was enormous filled with shofisticated designs, paintings and detail descriptions of the great folklore of Japan. Gods like susanoo killing Yamamoto no orochi in order to restore peace, you were completely lost admiring the aesthetics of the shrine.

But then it broke,

Did she awoke again?

"This is not what we were expecting", you felt a strong gust of wind behind your back as if something was breathing behind your back, you could feel saliva dripping over your expensive uchikake and to your exact horror was standing your living nightmare, a disfigured seven headed monster signifying those of a dragon and a serpent hovering on top of you covering almost the entire shrine glancing directly at your fragile figure with pure malice and hunger.

"Nay, certainly not, she's not one of them, fufu", another head cooed grinning creepily. You looked at them with utter confusion, raising your head slightly to look over that hideous thing above you.

"What do you mean?", Asking almost frustrated, your voice still shaking.

"Oh", the head at the centre replied, his voice calm and steady, facing you with it's long wide neck, his eyes glowing dangerously, inches away from your face, breath stinking of something you'd probably not keen to know as he opened his mouth to speak.

"I fear mortal, but you are not blood-related to any of the seven maidens we have devoured so far", you were taken aback. Not related? You were bewildered, unable to process the new set of information displayed before you, fresh stream of tear forming in the corner of your eyes.

"No, you are lying", You snapped at them angrily.

"What a clueless human, what do we gain by that?", The head in the left hissed irritatedly.

The ground beneath you seem to slide open whereas the sky above began to crumble. For eighteen years you have been raised by people who are not even blood related to you but most importantly they were using you to save themselves, you stood their perplexed, overwhelmed with the new reality. How cruel can people become? An urge to confront your parents came in demanding for an explanation, about their selfish lies, for hiding your true identity, stealing your childhood and a chance to live a normal life. Now that perfectly made sense why your mother always prayed to the Gods for forgiveness, barely talking to you or look in your eyes and why your father is so detached towards you and not your siblings. They were never your own and you were never there's.

"Those human thought they could deceive us, we will kill them", head to the left spoke.

"No, not so soon, they might have deceived us but the girl lying below us is a marechi, no no no we cannot let her go" the main head chuckled darkly, showing its true nature all of them at once looked at you with their protruding eyes, as you shut your eyelids for the worse accepting your misfortune, a heated argument broke among the seven heads.

"You have eaten all the seven women previously, I will have this one" the right head hissed, accompanied by other heads, all of them screaming and cursing at each other. You notice the unlocked gate it must have been open since the demon arrived. It was your golden chance to escape, as they were busy fighting, you took advantage of the situation, slowly crawling your way towards the entrance of the shrine . They seem to not notice you trailing off their sight.

"Stop fighting with one another, we all are literally the same, anyone of us eating her would be enough to make us stronger and please that man", the head at the center erupted fuming with anger.

"She's gone, she's gone", one of the head shouted. Indeed you were missing the only thing left was the wataboshi you wore on top.

Then she ran faster than-

You ran through the dense forest lifting your kimono, the smell of fresh air hitting your nostrils, the feeling of nostalgia came back as you can finally taste that long lost freedom you constantly craved for since forever but unfortunately that didn't last long. As you were running blindly you could feel something gigantic chasing from behind. Being too frantic you stumble and fell onto the ground your leg getting caught in the fabric of your kimono in the process.

Start screaming, "Is there someone out there?"

Please help me

Come get me

"You thought you can ran away from us? What a foolish human", the sound of loud laughter resonated through out the woods. The demon wrapped its tale around your waist squeezing you tightly in attempt to crush your defenseless body lifting you up opening its mouth to shove you inside.

Behind her she can hear it say-

"Let go of me!" You screamed on top of your lungs, a last desperate attempt to exist. When out of the blue a large mascular tentacles flew towards your direction cutting the tail swiftly in a blink of an eye, releasing you from its bone breaking grip but instead of crashing against the ground, you were caught by a pair of strong masculine arm. You looked up in disbelief. A familiar fair male in texudo emerged, his flawless features shining underneath the moonlight coming through the branches.

"Muzan..."

"We met again (y/n), I hope am not too late", he smiled at you gazing softly. Tears came rolling down your cheeks as you cannot believe was it real or just a dream.

History always seem to find it's way of repeating itself.

His previous soft look instantly changed to that of a menacing one as he trailed his glance towards the disfigured monster.

"Crouch down and lower your heads", all the seven heads bow down infront of the demon lord, Cowering with fear at once as if they were struck by lightning.

"Pardon my lord, we didn't realize you have arrived before us or else-", the demon yelped immediately like a lost puppy.

"Who gave you the permission to speak?" Muzan replied indignantly, his eyes glowing threateningly at the petrified creature. You knew he was a demon but you were unaware that he held such authority making a powerful demon like Akai that supposedly haunts the mountain for centuries to lower his head in terror on his command. What was unknown to you that he infact was the progenitor of these morbid creatures.

How ironic being saved by none other but a demon.. being first of his kind.

"Have mercy, my lord" the demon begged, while one of his head thought why's he saving that human girl?

"Why am I saving that human girl? Go ahead, continue", muzan narrowed his eyes making the demon quivered with shock. He can read my mind?

"What makes you answer my authority?" The demon lord demanded furiously, veins popping out from his head.

"Beings like you should not be allowed to exist" with that said, his one arm stretched, injecting a sharp blade into the creature allowing his blood to overflow, creating chaos in the demonic cells of that creature eventually turing it into a pile of molten flesh.

It's over, the nightmares. Fresh tears rolled down your face, mixed with all sorts of emotions, the tables have turned, the heavens seems to have listen to your prayers. A pair of large hands cupped your face breaking you from the chain of thoughts

Follow everywhere I go

"Why are you still crying, dear?" Muzan replied with his smooth, monotonous voice, removing his hand as he placed you gently on the surface. His mood changed in a matter of seconds, you wonder how much more he was capable of doing beside that but brushing aside those feelings of negativity you moved closer.

"Took you long enough" engulfing him in a tight hug, startling him in the process. The idea of being intimate with a lowly creature was good enough to make him puke in disgust. How can a mortal like you have the audacity to touch the all mighty kibutsuji Muzan? He believed himself to be above everything even viewing his own subordinates as puppets of his play. His twisted sense of morality speaks that affection holds a person from attaining superiority and is a sign of weakness, the more ruthless and cold hearted the more close you are to perfection. He shows no value to people who possess such emotions which he is foreign to. Your vulnerability makes him want to ripped you to shreds, torment you and break your mind, yet he finds himself at ease. It was hard for him to admit that his pride was hurted against someone so delicate and somehow he felt those feelings of warmth to be tolerable with you, even to the extent of craving it.

After a while, a sudden realization hit your senses as you parted from the tight embrace, your (s/c) countenance painted with dark shades of red, averting your gaze from the demon. The moon shone brightly above you exhibiting your breathtaking beauty just like a piece of art. The way your shiny (h/c) locks fell over your smooth skin, the way your pulm lips parted to speak and the way your eyes sparked with adoration, was enough to drive him insane. From the very moment he laid his eyes upon you, he knew a masterpiece like you belonged only to the epitome of perfection. He will do anything to keep you to himself.

Top over the mountains or valley low.

"(Y/n), you have a very rare blood, a marechi" said muzan, as you recall the conversation you had with the demon in the shrine saying something similar on this note.

Give you everything you been dreaming of

"What's with that muzan?" You asked curiously, to which muzan's tone changed into that of a viscous one.

"Its a great meal for demons", silence broke out as you were too shock to say anything. Muzan knew he can take advantage of that situation and mould you the way he desires.

"(Y/n) are you scared of me?"

"No", you replied almost immediately with no hesitation.

"Do you trust me?" He questioned again looking at you directly with his glowing ruby orbs. Beginning his sick games of manipulation.

"Yes I do, with all my life, you are the only one who saved my life not once but twice, you cared so much for me when no one did" you paused.

"Beside my mother"

Just let me in, ooh

"Your family abandoned you, when you needed them the most" he replied creating doubts about inside of you, making you back off a little towards a tree.

"My mother was helpless" you answered.

"They used you for their own benefit", pinning you against the tree, he whispered venom into your ears. The proximity between you two, send shivers down your spine. Seeing you helpless excited him, making him determined to claim you even more.

Everything you want in gold, I'll be the magic story you have been told.

"How do you k-know?" You trembled, gasping your mouth and before you could lift your hands to cover your face muzan held your hands into his bigger ones looking directly in your eyes.

"Tell me (y/n) am I wrong?", you knew he wasn't although it didn't make sense.

"No.." is all you replied, satisfied with your answers muzan proceeded into the next step.

And you will safe under my control.

"I want to keep you safe, (y/n)", he moved closer to your face.

"You and I shall rule the world"

"I don't know muzan"

"No one can harm you ever again"

"But-"

"Don't you want to be free?"

Free? That's what you have been wanting for so long, freedom. He made you believe that you can be a boundless bird stretching its wings in the infinite magnitude. All of your doubts stopped growing from then and there, muzan knew he has struck the right cord, creating a ray of false hope about your vision of a perfect free world, thereby controlling your perception just like a predator luring his victims with lies. Seems as if you were destined to be deceived.

"Yes" you replied hypnotized by his convincing.

"Then become a demon"

Just let me in, ohh

Muzan moved his hand across your face caressing it gently, his face inches apart from yours, as his lips crashed against yours. For someone who recoiled from physical touch, to be felt loved by something that isn't supposed to be God's creation. A warm feeling crept inside of your chest as it was pressed against his. Feeling your joint heartbeats.

I never bothered to feel my chest for a heart beat, now I do. As I looked down to see my hand moving towards my face, the slimy red droplet broke away, disconnecting our lips. Demon? This man who gave me this new life? His eyes, so calm and fiery, How can I feel such duality? I lifted my other hand, without knowing it went to his chest, On his chiseled chest, there. You thought.

"A demon?" You replied with your now quivering lips turning your face away with embarrassment, realizing your lips connected with burning passion. Your eyes teared up you know not why, to be embraced by one who was supposed to be cold, to be embraced by someone who stood against armies through out time, you wanted to be with him.

"you will be", said muzan, as you felt your consciousness fading away, you know now why... Why all of them follow him, despite the abuse..Despite the sacrifices... you know now why your body moved craving for his touch although you could feel your throat burning yet it didn't matter, the warm embrace is all that you wanted.

That night you abandoned your humanity.

#kimetsu no yaiba #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji #demon #fanfic #kny fanfic #demon lord #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #kny writing

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girlandthedarkness · 4 years

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the avatar I azula x reader

what if azula will have a crush on a girl that turns out to be the avatar, what would she do?

a/n: take a shot every time you see me doing a grammatical mistake, it's a little bit dramatic and in this fic azula is slightly ooc, because she's in love

Y/N were just playing in the royal garden, she came to the palace with her uncle, who had to attend a meeting. Y/N heard some noises behind her, and when she turned around, she saw a girl, who was walking towards her. The mysterious girl has a dark hair and a sly smile on her face, when she approached her, Y/N could see the royal crown in the girl's head. "Your Royal Highness." Y/N says gently bowing her head. "I saw you here, all alone, so I decided to play with you since I'm so bored." The princess voice was calm, but it still sends shivers down Y/N's spine. "Also, you can address me as Azula, what's your name?" To Y/N's opinion Azula's voice sounds genuinely interested. "Y/N". In that afternoon, Azula and Y/N spent time together, playing and chatting about stuff, the firebender even showed Y/N her moves, Azula couldn't help but try to impress the other girl. She even scolded herself for being so open with a person that she met a few hours ago, but the other girl makes it so easy to be wide open with her. Their game was interrupted by a maiden, that with a polite voice announced that the meeting was over and Y/N's uncle was waiting for her. "Will you come again?" Azula's voice was still calm, but to that was added a bit of sadness as well. "It was my uncle who was invited, so I don't know-" But her words were interrupted by Azula's "I'm the princess and I order you to be tomorrow here." She sounds like she will not take no as an answer, so Y/N just bend her upper body in a sign of respect and left with the maid who was ready to escort her. The next day Azula introduced Y/N to her other friends, Mai and Ty Lee, the last one was so happy to meet Y/N, that she runs to hug her. "So you are that mysterious Y/N that Azula talks about all morning, nice to meet you." You smile at the girl who griped you in her arms, noticing Azula's slightly red cheeks, which disappeared once she saw other's eyes on her. After that, the four became the best friends, spending a lot of time in academy and at royal palace. This is where Y/N found out that she can firebend, before that she was thinking that she's a non-bender.

Y/N was training already a few years in hand combat, but the last few months she had taken some acrobatic lessons from Ty Lee, who was very happy to teach her friend everything she knows. That's how Y/N found herself sparring with Azula on the backyard, wanting to test her abilities on a firebender who'll shot fire at her. At start Azula casts some fire at Y/N to see how good she can move, when she saw the girl moving fast and precise, she stopped holding herself back. After Y/N successfully dodged all the fire she sends at her, Azula shot more fireballs at the girl, thinking she'll dodged it like the first ones. But Y/N didn't, she avoids the first three shots, but missed to escape the third one, the blue fire almost licked the young girl's skin, but in a pure instinct, Y/N, stopped the fire right in front of her chest, shocking everyone including herself.

"So you didn't know that you're a firebender?" Mai's voice is curious; despite being hardly covered in carelessness. "Honestly I though I'm a non-bender as my parents, my uncle is the only firebender that I know in my family." Y/N talk fast, still astonished by the news. "Then you a very lucky person." The girl quickly turns around to see Azula who have a small smile on her face, but when she lifts her eyes to meet Azula's eyes she notice sadness in them. "Y/N can I talk to you privately?" But the princess didn't wait for girl to answer, she takes Y/N's forearm and drags her to garden, that she so dearly hates. "Something's wrong?" Azula study Y/N for a long time, her eyes exams her body, stopping at her chest when she noticed the slightly burned garment. "Are you dragged me here just to stare at my chest?" Y/N founds this situation funny, but the blush still crept on her cheeks, for her the princess is more than just a friend, you can call it a crush. Azula on other side just rolls her eyes, still deep in her thoughts. "I'm sorry, I should had been more careful, I almost hurt you." She said avoiding the other girl eyes. Y/N smile, in this few years, she gets used to see Azula's emotions or regrets occasionally and only in private, that's why she greedy memorize every second. "That's okay Azula, I'm not hurt and if you want to make up for almost kill me, you can become my firebender teacher." Azula just rolls her eyes again, feeling much lighter, now that she's sure that Y/N it's not mad at her.

Later, in the night, Azula is thinking about her feelings toward the Y/N, the things that she feels when the girl is near it’s nothing that she ever felt. Her heart starts beating faster, her palms sweats, she feels a tight in her chest and a foreign sensation of pure happiness every time Y/N hugs her.

Another few months were spending for Y/N in endless training with Azula, who makes sure to cast her own feelings for Y/N aside and teach her firebending. She makes sure to introduce her to everything she knows and even started slowly to teach Y/N the lightning bending.

But Azula was still a royal member who needs to attend gatherings and parties, so when she has to meet some very important general, she takes Y/N with her, half to continue their training and half to just have Y/N beside herself. "Why are you so pale, are you sick?" The Azula's face stay the same, not even one face muscle twitches, she keeps her appearance calm, but Y/N could see the worry in her eyes. "I guess it's just sea sickness." Azula frown her eyebrows and drags the sick girl to her own chamber, on the way ordering to one of the guards to bring something for sea sickness. "That's nothing Azula, I'll get over this." "You look very pale, maybe a tea will make you feel better?" The next few days Y/N spends on bed, feeling very ill and weak, but at the same times she enjoys the sudden attention that came from Azula. Lost in worries, Azula, didn't notice how their borders disappeared, she could spend hours just talking with Y/N, but deep down in her heart she knew that this is too good to last forever. And she was right.

Y/N felt like the sea decide to revenge on them, the storm make their ship to shake violently, while the waves were hitting them. Azula was busy talking with the captain, deciding how to survive the calamity. Y/N felt useless so she decides to go and help the crew to bring in everything from outside. The hard rain on girl skin didn't bring discontent, opposite, she feels very content, it was until she was thrown out from the ship by a violent shake.

Azula was annoyed by the downpour, thinking how late she'll be, her thinking was interrupted by an open door without anyone knocking on it. She was ready to scream, when she saw the terrified look on one of the guard. "What's now?" "It's Y/N, she was outside when we saw how she fell into the sea!" He sounds scared, and Azula wonders, is he anxious about Y/N or afraid of her anger. She didn't cast a second glance at him, she tells him to show her where this happened.

During this time, Y/N, was fighting for her life, feeling how the heavy clothes drags her deeper to the bottom. She already lost all hopes when she heard a voice, then another, thousands voices in her head, telling her to rise, Y/N's hands move on their own, bending all the water from her lungs and then around her, moving her closer to the surface. The last thing that Y/N feels is a pair of hands that brings her out of water.

Azula could feel her heart pounding in her chest, she hurried up her pace, almost running, she outs all her thoughts that she's late, Y/N's alright, right? Outside the rain stopped, making easy to search something on water, she moves around the ship, ordering everyone to do the same. Azula was ready to take a boat and search somewhere further, when she saw a light coming deep from the water and then she saw a body. Quickly lifting the body out of the water she breathes with relieved when she saw Y/N's face, but then she notices the light in her eyes that slowly faded away. Azula let the body on the deck and feels like her whole world breaks again, she commands to her guards to take care of Y/N, while she left to recollect her mind.

Azula spend the last hour thinking, Y/N is the avatar, there's no doubt, the shining eyes and the water that brought her from the sea. The person that she cares about dearly is the avatar, the number one enemy of the firenation. So the rumours about the "avatar" that was seen in Southern Water Tribe is a lie, she was right beside them. She could go and throw her in jail, where she wouldn't be able to bend anything, bring the avatar back the fire nation, her father will be proud of her, her nation will worship her. Azula moves fast, open the door that secure the avatar from her and stopped when she saw the girl on bed. The realization hit her, it's real, Y/N is the avatar, she can't sacrifice her, Azula stays here, just like that, staring at the girl and try to analyze everything. "Azula?" The hoarse voice of the Y/N, makes shivers run down Azula's spine. "Did you know that?" She needs to know, did Y/N lied to her all this time. "I don't understand." Y/N sounds genuinely, that make Azula even more angry. "Did you know that you are the Avatar?" She almost spits this words, feeling how her defense starts to crack. "The Avatar? What do you mean-...so this's what it was...Azula I swear I didn't know" The tears start pouring right from the Y/N's eyes. Azula study the girl a few more moments and came closer, already knowing what she'll do. "You can't stay here, Y/N, it's dangerous. I'll leave a boat here, on the ship, take it and run away. Hide somewhere, maybe in Earth Kingdom? It's a very big place, they wouldn't find you here." The stillness returned in Azula's voice. "I can't leave, my family and, and you Azula, I can't leave you." "I'll meet you at sunset, come here to the ship, understand?" Y/N nods and Azula, take of the hand from girl's face, when she even managed to touch her? The rest of the day Azula tried to focus on the general and his plans. "I know, everyone think that Avatar returned back to world, but tha's just rumors, your highness"

To Azula annoyance, outside was pouring once again, she lets a deep breath when she saw Y/N's form approaching her. "Had you taken everything?" Azula says nodding to a small bag in the girl's hands. "I didn't take a lot of things with me." Y/N study Azula's face trying to find anything, but was meeting by a stone cold face. "Take it, you'll need money." The princess quickly throws the bag with money in Y/N's own bag. "Why do you do this Azula?" "Because..." Azula looks at Y/N as if she tried to remember everything, taking her arms she cups Y/N's face, inhaling deeply when she saw her leaning in, caressing softly her face to Azula's hands. "I care about you." Y/N nods and take Azula's face in her hands, giving her a kiss, tears were all over their face, and Y/N let a painful laugh. "I imagined our first kiss differently." Azula tilt her head and give the last kiss, feeling way to numb to even cry. "We meet again, I know this, when I'll win the war, I'll found you, I promise." Y/N just close her eyes trying to remember Azula's scent. She quickly gets on the boat, which will take her to the port where Y/N will start her life on the run. The next time they’ll meet, both of them will be on different sides of the war.

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Hi babe! Kay so do you have fanfiction list of... orgasm-denial(?) or sort of... please correct me if I'm wrong... anyway b!louis.

Here you go!!!

Lightning In A Bottle by orphan_account

Words: 1k

Harry's had him like this for at least one hour now. He's had him spread out on his tongue, licking him just until he was right on the edge, closer, closer.

And then he would stop.

lost my senses, i’m defenseless by Stylinson__Syndrome

Words: 2k

Fem!louis gets a pussy spanking

Still in my heart @Harry_Styles. Yours sincerely, Louis. by needylarry

Words: 4k

OR the one where Harry broke up with Louis and the tweet hits 1 million retweets and everything that happens after it

give me forever for a while by mercutionotromeo

Words: 5k

or, light sweet kittenplay because Harry owns multiple collars and he has to use them for something, right?

singing your praises by loubellies

Words: 6k

Prompt 86: Louis rides Harry while wearing his packer’s jersey/sweater and gets his ass ate.

i can feel your blood pressure rise by cinnamons

Words: 9k

Where Louis is some sort of Robin Hood and sneaks into the King's castle, only to be fucked hard.

Hotel by upblush23

Words: 9k

Louis' got a problem he just can't conceal this time.

Where All Our Colours Run Together by fournipplesau

Words: 21k

Or where Harry doesn't like Louis' friend, Liam, and drunkenly fights him. Louis enjoys it a bit too much and let's Harry suck him off. (more smut ensues after)

Make Me Feel Alive (and shatter me) by SadaVeniren

Words: 36k

aka Louis and Harry are 24/7 for a week

Your highness by Latefan_5sos1d_wherewasi

Words: 171k

Harry is the prince and Louis is the maid. When Louis signed up to be a maid of the royal family he didn’t expect to have a hard time dealing with the prince. Harry took an interest to the little maid.

#ask

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cupsofsuga · 4 years

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers. I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ 💐} REQUEST - ❝ Can I have the boys reactions to an s/o who show her possessiveness by wearing their clothes ? She's all happy and proud to go to the university or whatever wearing their shirt because " That way everyone will know that I'm yours and you're mine , plus it smells like you 🥺 " ❞

{ ☕️} NOTE - thank you so so much for requesting, dollface!

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

━━━ November’s essence kisses the air of your living room, it’s fierce caress trailing across your skin. You, ever so intelligently, stated with pride that you could handle the cold, regretting the choice as the embers of moonlight trace their fingertips across naked goosebumps. Strolling through the halls of your home, shivering from the sharp wind, you find your bedroom with intentions of retrieving some form of warmth. You discover a grey hoodie, lethargically tossed over a chair. The owner’s identity is quickly exposed, as the sweatshirt descends down your form due to your lover’s broad shoulders. You have now found solace, drowned in the scent of cologne.

Oh, and the blush that blooms beat-red across Jin’s cheeks is a sight you’ll never forget.

Following that occurrence (and the rest of the night spent smothered in your boyfriend’s lily-pure affection), you’ve taken notice of Jin’s not-so-subtle efforts to usher you into wearing his clothes again. At first, it began with leaving articles of clothing in numerous places, but that plan backfired as you silently scolded him under your breath for not tidying up after himself. This strategy escalated into Jin planting his clothes in your drawer’s, then claiming it was an “accident” or "a way to save space.” The red hues painting his ears and the way he avoids eye-contact jeopardizes his weak filter, though. At least you find his everlasting, spring-scented infatuation beneath the facade of damp rain and rotten trees. Be careful, though. If you venture too deep into the depths of Kim Seokjin and you’ll find sights of crimson-stained sins.

❝ God, you have way too much power over me, y’know? I’m always so soft for you, ‘fucking moron. ❞

𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

━━━ The evening mist glides through the brume of your boudoir, where you are embraced by the neglected clothes of your boyfriend like snow sleeping on a pine tree. After a particularly cold night strikes your studio apartment, the empty sheets and abandoned blankets failed to bring the solace of the sweltering summer-warmth your lover possesses. You yearned for Yoongi and the moonlight, the coffee stains, and stormy nights that kiss his form. The rhythmic melody of his gentle voice; the crow’s caress that wanders his skin. And despite his overbearing worry and protectiveness that you’ve brushed off as “concern for your health,” you crave those December eyes and that feeble heart. Fortunately for you, your knight in shining armor didn’t venture too far away. And finding you nestled under numerous covers causes worry to immediately swell within his heart.

His concern is distinctly evident, as his shrill voice of distress invades the midnight breeze. You swear you feel him shiver with dread when he feels how frigid you are when he shakily takes your hand into his. And before you express your refusal to his care, Yoongi vanishes from the bedroom to draw you a bath. If you think he’s exaggerating your discomfort due to the November weather, think again. Your name is then sung into the air, blossoming into the twilight’s brume as you escape the warmth of your bed and stroll to your lover. Before you, you’ll find the hot water adorned in bubbles and flower petals, candles littered around the room (far from the tub, for your safety), melodies of violin and piano reverberating through the area, and the sugary caresses from your Yoongi as the cherry on top. Whilst adorned in the blissful harmony of peace, you can't help but let your mind wander. His worry has always been grand, so grand that you fear his heart may actually stop beating if your safety was ever at stake.

Oh, well, at least he cares. Maybe a little too much.

❝ My Y/N, if you ever, ever need anything, I will always be right here… Always… ❞

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

━━━ Finding your boyfriend nestled under a canopy of your clothing was never a shock, as your scent of cheap whiskey and jasmines beneath the August sun lulled his soul to ease. The sultry high he’s given when inhaling another article of clothing is euphoric, infinite. To breathe in your musk is to find an eternal night beneath the purple rain; to drown in the depths of you is to savor the stars as they breathe out the dust of twilight. There’s a garden that thrives around the simple presence of your fragrance and Hoseok can’t imagine a greater bliss that is your essence. That is until he finds you draped in one of the many sweaters he owns, the red threading like Autumn against your form.

He was always swift to recognize his infatuation, but to know the emotions he immerses himself into are mutual emits a variety of nymphs to tangle themselves with his heartbeat. He feels the rhythms of sunlight as they batter against his ribcage and nothing, nothing is as ecstatic as this.

Twilight has occurred, the moonlight bleeds through the glass panes and hits your eyes ever so elegantly. It reflects a soft radiance as if the moon was swimming in your irises. You are beautiful, lying on the couch with his sweater on like a stray cat who will soon vanish into the arms of the night. It was no secret that Hoseok adored seeing you in his clothes, as his boisterous admiration morphed into suffocating infatuation. There was even a time where you reached into the pocket of his sweater during class and find a folded piece of paper containing a sweet note (that was just a tad bit creepy) along with doodles of hearts, flowers, cats, and dogs. Hoseok's love may cut deep with its shattered-lily touch, but it is entirely pure. Despite the obsession seeping through his affections, he loves you more than you could ever possibly know.

❝ Hey, isn’t it crazy how after all this time, you still manage to give me so many butterflies? I… I think I’m gonna love you forever… ❞

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

━━━ You anticipate for your lover to return to your home, stumbling around the adobe in utter boredom. Although this lifeless night is all too dull, you notice how the penthouse you wander around resembles a palace. With its crystalline chandeliers and marble tiles, its paradisiac view of the city that never sleeps and melodies of chefs and maids rustling around the residence. Through the lavish estate, you find the bedroom, embellished in opulent riches of all kinds. Then, there’s the closet, decked out to the brim in treasures of Gucci, Chanel, and Prada. There’s jewelry, bags, shoes, nearly every single article of clothing an item you couldn’t dream of affording in your past, mundane life. Your eyes settle on a blazer, exquisitely threaded with the finest of silks nestled deep within the closet.

The coat is a tad bit too large for your form, but you believe it fits you like a glove. And despite there being a faint stain of spilled champagne on the sleeve, coming home to his summer sunset wearing his attire like its armor, Namjoon has never tasted bliss as divine as this.

The skies once painted baby blue morph into the dark hues of twilight. Night has come, euphoria has been found within the tendrils of your hair on his chest and the littering of bubblegum-pink kisses across your skin. For reasons Namjoon can’t define, seeing you in his clothes causes his heart to tremble and plummet. There’s this sudden veil of exhilaration, like a July night spent with your record collection and red wine. It’s an enchantment that aches deep within his chest, where the desire to submerge you in his affections burns within his heart. He gazes at your now sleeping form, naming off every detail of you that he loves so much like he’s counting dollar bills in his hands. His moonlight’s essence, his lavender’s breath, his garden full of violets. You have taught him how to live without rain and he can’t gift you enough gratitude for this blessing. But, just don’t be surprised when you find your closet covered in dust. You’re only allowed to wear his clothes from now on.

❝ Damn, blue is an outstanding color on you. Maybe that should be the color for our wedding… Wait- shit! I-I-I didn’t say anything! ❞

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

━━━ Upon the surface of your bed, the voice of rain trembles against the thin roof above you. Tree branches sway with the heavy wind, lightning lashes like a whip against the evening floor. You feel the nightly embrace of bitter inclemency, as the earthly musk swims around the bedroom. Despite finally having a night alone, you notice yourself longing for the tumultuous warmth of your lover. A single night spent in isolation, Jimin didn’t take it lightly. After all, what is life without the iridescence of a Summer’s kiss? How can he breathe without immersing himself within the depths of his angel’s orchestra? You can assume what thoughts of hunger are rumbling through the boy’s mind, but you are oblivious to the saturated sound of Jimin weeping into his cold flesh.

You retrieve one of his sweaters in the meantime, inhaling his fragile scent of honey and moonflowers. He must be adorned in several layers of just your clothes, you joke to yourself. The enchantment of the rain’s melody and the fragrance of your boyfriend then lulls you into slumber, to where you then awake the following morning to dawn painting the optimistic face of Jimin.

Finding you in his sweater, knowing you had missed him, he had blushed like a tomato ready to harvest, that confident and broad facade melting like ice cream, to where he became a sugary puddle of flowering feelings and summer velvet. He looked like a young schoolboy who had received a love letter in his locker, as the blood of Aphrodite paints his cheeks rosy and utter bewitchment has him smiling like a lovestruck idiot. As you then regain consciousness, you are then smothered in Jimin’s affections. He kisses you everywhere wild as if leaving a single inch of skin unloved would kill him. He’ll even go as far as to order a shirt that reads “JIMIN + Y/N 5EVER” or just straight-up purchasing a conjoined sweater, so you’ll never be separated ever again. It is insane how infatuated he is, yes, but there is not a single soul within our universe that could cherish you as utterly as he does. And Jimin will walk with that fact to the grave.

❝ Ngh! No, don’t leave! Stay in bed, just for a couple more minutes! Maybe even a couple more hours, please…? A couple days…? ❞

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

━━━ October has bloomed, the saturated leaves are painted damp as rain kisses the earth below. You have lost track of the months settled within the isolated cottage, but enough time has been spent for your new boyfriend to grant you the privilege of taking a hike (with his presence alongside yours, of course). To stay warm within the frigid weather, you encounter one of Taehyung’s sweaters, arm sleeve hung over the side of the hamper. As the clothing sits on your form, you immerse yourself in the expensive musk of your lover. He smells like a century spent in the clouds with peaches and fairies; he smells like Autumn as pumpkin pie and Halloween nights essence dances with the ghosts in the attic. It is ethereal the way summer’s affection seems to litter the fragrance he dresses with.

Upon seeing you standing beneath the rickety door frame, adorned in his moss-colored sweater, Taehyung had blushed with utter joy and bewilderment. He had nearly dropped the midnight-black umbrella in his hands, stunned upon witnessing you in attire as mere as his coat.

After a stroll through the empty fields beneath the rainfall (and hearing the shutter of a camera for the umpteenth time), you retreat to your humble adobe. The following night is spent in blissful harmony, where you’ll sleep beneath the canopy of stars, locked within his daisy-chain embrace. You are his scarlet kingdom, his summer’s honey, his garden adorned in fineries such as nymphs and emeralds and birdsong. As dawn blossoms in the sky, you awake alone within silken sheets, the revelation peculiar. As you regain consciousness and study the sunlit bedroom, you find Taehyung’s clothes folded neatly on the end of the bed, drenched heavily in cologne. You nearly cough from the intensity, studying the note rested on top, where your partner exclaims he needed to run for groceries in calligraphy. Besides this note, however, is a necklace with a vial swung upon the string. With closer inspection, you come to the horrifying conclusion that the crimson fluid within the glass was his blood. You now shall never be apart again, not with Taehyung right beside your beating heart.

❝ Oh, Y/N, to spent everyday with you like this, it’s like everything I’ve lost has returned home to me. You truly are a blessing, my love… ❞

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

━━━ It is a muggy Wednesday morning, where fog coats the floor of dawn, and the dense breeze embraces the earth’s redolence. Today is frigid, as the embers of the piercing winds kiss your honeyed skin. You can’t help but long for Summer to return home, where the sky turns pink in its sugary excellence and where you’ll find youthful infatuation on the curb of Cherry Street, like two poodles whose leashes have entangled beneath the Eiffel Tower. With philosophies of sweltering fantasies, you clutch a leather jacket, oblivious to its owner. Into the grey forest of high school, you’ll find every fragment of boredom known to mankind. But, throughout the dull conditions, at least you have your Jungkook.

Catching sight of you in his jacket causes a heavenly glow to inflate his heart, the essence of clouds and angel’s tears scattering his soul. It feeds into his possessiveness as if he was marking you with his scent, claiming you like a wolf would with his mate.

From thereon, you take notice of Jungkook’s subtle efforts to indulge you within his scent. His affections morphed from shy, rosy-pink compliments to physical touches, as if clasping onto you would drown out the musk of all those heathens you call “friends.” Your scent of moonlit harmonies and dusk in California had since dissolved into his scent of melting chocolate and cigarette smoke. His possessive tendencies may be extreme (like that time he snuck into your closet at 4 in the morning and perfumed every article of clothing with his cologne), but his intentions are ever so pure. You are his siren song, his sunset gaze, his purple rain. You are everything to this boy, with galaxies burning within your chest and distant realities snaking their way through your soul. Within the heart of Jeon Jungkook, you live inside Eden's garden, crafted just for you. And there’s only so much time before he scoops you into his embrace and never let's go.

❝ … You smell different… Who is it? Who have you been talking to? What is that blonde I always see you with? I swear, I’ll gouge out his eyeballs with a plastic spoon and force him to eat them!! ❞

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libidomechanica · 27 days

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Must have rest

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rinzis · 3 years

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writing about my new genshin oc??? okay?????okay!!!!!! i’m on mobile so i can’t add the read more option i’m so sorry

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name: kiyoharu misa

birthday: august 3rd

sex/pronouns: female, she/her

region: inazuma

constellation: lunam lilia

vision: electro

weapon: sword

rarity: 5*

title: princess of the kiyoharu household, moonlit swordsmaiden (unofficial)

affiliation: kiyoharu clan, the resistance

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synopsis

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the princess of the fallen household kiyoharu. she carries a patterned umbrella which she is seldom seen without, and within which lies her precious katana. a gentle yet influential soul, she is well known for her impressive swordsmanship throughout the resistance in inazuma.

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character story

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character details

at first glance, people might not think that kiyoharu misa was anything special. seeing a young woman strolling through the land of inazuma carrying an intricate paper umbrella would not faze anyone. but, under this delicate guise, misa conceals both her dear katana and her vision.

the princess of the kiyoharu household is known to be a gentle soul who yearns for freedom from the raiden shogun and the tenryou commission. since her childhood, she has always been fascinated by the moon and its rays, a particular trait of kiyoharu descendants. misa earned herself the title of ‘moonlit swordsmaiden’ after combining her unparalleled swordsmanship with her illuminated vision.

story 1

the kiyoharu clan was once a widely respected and loved clan across inazuma. the household was known for its tendency to produce talented swordsmen who earn themselves visions through selflessness and helping others, and for this reason they were seen as high nobility. however, members of the kiyoharu household were reluctant in hiring many maids or servants - they believe that if one can be capable of harnessing the power gifted by gods through blade alone, one should also be able to cook a simple meal, or wash their own clothing. through this doctrine the kiyoharu descendants earned themselves unwavering respect from all citizens of inazuma, and even the raiden shogun herself - for a while.

story 2

descendants such as misa are taught from a young age to honour their ancestors, but also those who currently serve inazuma as well. misa excelled in swordsmanship, being able to wield a blade so gracefully to the point where it appeared as though she was dancing, using it as simply an accessory. the leader of the clan gifted to her a delicate paper umbrella, and he spoke to her these words: “do not mistake kindness for weakness. from dainty petals drip deadly poisons.”, and with that, misa understood her duty. she would protect the citizens of inazuma with her life, with her dainty umbrella and deadly blade at her side. she is seldom seen without either.

story 3

the kiyoharu clan were known best for the number of descendants who possess visions. thus, when the vision hunt decree was issued, the tenryou commission sought out every member of the household owning a vision. misa’s family would rather have died than hand over their precious visions. despite their unyielding fighting spirit, the kiyoharu household was overcome by the sheer numbers in the tenryo commission. there were supposedly no survivors, but it just so happened that the young kiyoharu misa was dispatched on a mission on behalf of the household the day it fell. the young swordsmaiden returned to her home in ruins, her whole life taken from her. she knew at that moment that as the sole descendant of the kiyoharu household, she would avenge her clan and return lost visions to those who suffer at the hands of the tenryo commission.

story 4

misa met all sorts of people on her journey through inazuma as a vision-bearing fighter, the most notable of all being the ronin kaedehara kazuha. she used to live a life of solitude in a small house near the edge of the islands of inazuma, but this life of solitude was changed upon seeing the rain-soaked samurai appear at her doorstep one evening. seeing each other’s visions, misa realised that kazuha was not a threat at all. the days they spent together inspired misa to venture out, to find the resistance in inazuma alongside the swordsman and reclaim justice for the fallen. and so, she left yet another life behind to travel with kazuha through inazuma in search of everything and nothing at all. nights of listening to the ronin’s musings and conversing under the moonlight unknowingly planted a blossom in misa’s heart, one which would remain there forever.

story 5

misa and kazuha’s travels took them all across inazuma. despite them both being wanted for their visions, the tenryo commission’s lackeys and treasure hoarders were no match for the pair’s skill in bladework. misa secretly yearned day after day for any sign of affection or mutuality from the young samurai, but as the princess of a famed clan she chose to remain composed and calm about the whole ordeal. however, when the ronin told the princess of his plan to leave inazuma with the crux fleet, he explained that he did not want to take this life from her. he confessed that his musings and haikus about the heart and its desires he so often shared with her were about her, and that his own heart would belong eternally to her. thus, he left her with a simple promise. “the wind will bring us together once again, misa. i will return home to you, and then will i forever devote myself to you. this i promise, my princess.”

the kiyoharu sword dance

those who have witnessed kiyoharu misa in battle often note how she appears more to be dancing than harshly fighting. the kiyoharu household drew its strength and style in battle from the moon and its light, and they channeled this into their blades during battle. misa’s god given agility combined with this graceful power leads ultimately to her captivating swordsmanship. with the electro imbued in her blade, misa is all too capable in taking down foes with ease. in the night hours, a stroll down to a clearing or open beach may lead you to find the princess honing her blade under the silver of the moon, with a sword that never sleeps. she is renowned throughout the resistance as one of the most talented swordswomen in inazuma.

the vision

misa was granted her vision during a particularly dangerous incident during her early training years. one fateful evening, she was out with other kiyoharu swordsmen, practicing her skills with her blade in the open country.

“lady misa, please remain here while we briefly survey the area. we have had reports of active treasure hoarders roaming this area, and we would hate for anything to happen to you at this time. we will be back shortly.”

and so, they left her on the path to scout the surrounding land. clutching the hilt of her sword, the very thought of being ambushed by grown men with malicious intentions worried misa, especially since she hadn’t obtained a vision yet. but alas, how wrong her fellow swordsmen were.

“well, what do we have here? the prestigious kiyoharu misa, is it? count ourselves lucky boys, it’s just the one we were after.”, drawled the advancing treasure hoarders.

her hands trembled on her sword. how could she possible deter these twenty, no, thirty treasure hoarders alone? glancing down at her sheathed blade, misa wondered if she’d see her family again.

no, why was she thinking like this?

steady yourself, misa. focus on your breathing. the dance will go on. your blade does not rest.

she draws her sword.

to the young swordsmaiden’s surprise, a new energy unlike anything she had witnessed before struck her senses. and so she danced, her blade piercing the air and with it bringing down the treasure hoarders in quick succession. but she could only go on for so long.

panting, misa retreated towards the edge of the river. the men relentlessly kept on coming, and she knew she was almost completely spent. her legs and hands quivered, and her mind raced with prayers to the goddess baal. with a small breath, she spoke these words:

“archons, guide me. i beg, lend me your strength.”

a faint crackling filled the air, before a tremendous burst of silver lightning struck the ground before her. the sword in her hands glowed a pale purple, and it was then that she realised the archons had answered her prayers. wielding this newfound power, she swung her blade with a new fervour.

twenty, no, thirty treasure hoarders lay at the princess of the kiyoharu household’s feet. the chime of a small ornament hitting the ground was the only sound after the crackling died down. at long last, kiyoharu misa’s vision had been granted to her by the gods. holding the electro vision in her hands, she whispered these words:

“the dance will go on.”

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voice lines

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hello

“i’m kiyoharu misa, nice to meet you! l-lady misa? oh no, please — there’s really no need for the formalities. i’m just as ordinary as you are. say, how about we travel together for a while? i’m sure your stories are bound to keep me entertained on our arduous journeys.”

chat: urgency

“a storm is brewing… let’s keep moving.”

chat: resting

“you’d like to rest? alright, want to share a quick meal?”

chat: sword

“i should really polish my sword soon…”

when it rains

“my my, it seems the heavens really have opened. let’s find shelter quickly, i’d hate to continue travelling in this weather.”

after the rain

“the lingering scent of the rain is one of my most favourite smells… for me, it heralds a fresh start. well, come on then! shall we head off?”

when it snows

“hmm… i really do enjoy the snow. especially when the moonlight casts a glimmering sheen over the world, enveloping inazuma in a soft silver. i hope we can witness it together sometime.”

when the wind is blowing

“i have a friend who adores the wind. he left some time ago, but i know he will return home to me one day. sometimes i wonder if i can hear his voice catching on the breeze, lines of poetry drifting along with it. hey, don’t give me that look! we’re just… uh… friends...”

good morning

“[sigh] i’m really not much of a morning person. i’m certainly not on my best form in the late morning hours… oh, you’re ready to leave already? r-right, i’ll be ready as soon as possible!”

good afternoon

“hmm, i’m feeling a little hungry… would you like to grab a bite to eat? no, it’s alright - there are inns up ahead that know the resistance. we’ll be just fine. and, if not, we have our blades. heh.”

good evening

“the setting sun is particularly pretty this evening. once the storm has fully settled, i hope to see the true beauty of the inazuman skies once again. i will see that vision to the end.”

good night

“you’re heading to sleep? alright, sleep well. me? well… the moon is my friend, i suppose. a little sword dance under its light helps me retain my focus. i won’t be too long, don’t worry.”

about kiyoharu misa

“my umbrella? oh, it was a gift from the leader of the kiyoharu household when i was born. i had it altered to accommodate the length and width of my sword - see? though it appears to be but a dainty paper umbrella, what lies within is a retribution sentence. it is my will given form.”

about us: kiyoharu origin

“my title as princess of the kiyoharu clan is something i will carry with me forever. despite the unjust fall of my household, i will bring back its honour. the raiden shogun’s vision hunt decree stripped my family of their lives, thus i swear i will reclaim justice. for them, and for the future.”

about us: kiyoharu motto

“the motto of the kiyoharu household is: “with grace and with fortitude.”, and i channel this saying into my sword whenever i draw it. it is the foundation for the kiyoharu way of life.”

about us: sword art

“ah, i see you have taken an interest in my fighting style. for me, fighting with a sword should not just be about the battle. it is an art, and i find myself overindulging in the grace and fluidity of swordsmanship all too often.”

about the vision

“my vision? i see it as a way of showing solidarity against the oppressive raiden shogun. i do not wish to hide that which is so dear to me, and that which forges my identity. this vision is my symbol of strength, and the tenryo commission who seeks it will be met with my unyielding blade.”

something to share

“i’m not sure how long you will be in inazuma for, but traveler - one day, i’d like to take you to a festival here. they are truly wonderful, and members of the resistance always find ourselves sneaking in to witness them as well. ever since i was young, i’ve loved them so much, and i’d love to share this memory with you as a reminder of your time in inazuma.”

interesting things

“traveler, is it true that in liyue there are gods that walk amongst the people? huh… adepti you say… so, they just co-exist with mortals peacefully? you’ve met them?! wow… it seems i underestimated your power! just what else have you witnessed since being in teyvat…”

about kazuha: relationships

“kaedehara kazuha? ahem… well… yes, i suppose you could say that we are… lovers, of sorts. on his final night here, he left me with a single promise. i often spend nights staring up at the moon with him in my mind. i will wait for him, for as long as it takes, i know that i will see him again one day. i know that he will return home soon.”

about kazuha: poetry

“kazuha would often recite haikus to me as we’d live together when he was here. i remember him arriving at my doorstep, drenched in rain from head to toe, and i hadn’t the heart to turn him away. he stayed for a while, and after a few days i decided to risk it all for him. the bond we share… is unbreakable. if you see him, let him know that i am waiting for him.”

about kamisato ayaka

“i have a lot of respect for the princess of the kamisato clan. she conducts herself in a light i admire greatly, and she and i are close friends. her swordsmanship is just as impressive, and i would love it if we could spar once more as we used to. perhaps i will visit her soon…”

about yoimiya

“yoimiya? oh, of course - festivals in inazuma aren’t complete without a firework show organised by her. i have also heard her skills with a bow are unique, to say the least. paired with her passion for fireworks, i assume the combination work… interestingly in battle.”

about sayu

“hm? sayu… you mean the ninja who resides in the forests? i can’t say i’ve seen much of her… which is odd, considering she wields that great claymore…”

about gorou

“oh, gorou! i know him very well, actually. he was one of the first people i befriended as part of the resistance. he is a sound fighter, and i believe he can achieve great things. perhaps i can see him again soon.”

about the raiden shogun

“the raiden shogun… her despicable vision hunt decree… the tenryo commission… i detest it all. to see so many people’s dreams stripped, to see the colour fade from so many precious hopes… i will see to it that this is all restored. i cannot sympathise with a god who robs her people of their dreams.”

more about kiyoharu misa i

“you’d like to know more about me? i’m flattered. i know that your journey through inazuma won’t be easy, so please don’t hesitate to drop by every once in a while. my blade never rests, after all.”

more about kiyoharu misa ii

“the carvings on my sword are most intricate. a swordsmaiden’s weapon is her will. i find myself staring at the moon night after night, and the patterns on my sword are a tribute to the power it lends me.”

more about kiyoharu misa iii

“you want to know about my title? well, moonlit swordsmaiden refers to the way i utilise my vision. the light of the moon reflects through the electro element, and i believe that through this combination i can convey the power of the resistance.”

more about kiyoharu misa iv

“i’m an only child, so the fate of the kiyoharu clan rests in my hands. traveler, i believe that through knowing you i have become a better person. i hope that you will visit inazuma once again.”

more about kiyoharu misa v

“here, this is for you. it’s a charm made from pure sea glass. the way the sun and moonlight reflects through its unique colours is a rare sight to behold. i suppose this is a thank you gift, for everything we’ve been through together.”

kiyoharu misa’s hobbies

“my hobbies? well, in the late night and early morning hours, i enjoy heading down to a secluded beach and basking in the moonlight. those hours are the perfect opportunity to practice swordsmanship, and the art of sword dancing too. besides that, i suppose i enjoy embroidery too, although i’m not particularly good at it…”

kiyoharu misa’s troubles

“i often worry about the other members of the resistance. i find myself questioning as to whether they still have their visions, or even their lives. on top of that, i hope that one day i will be reunited with my lover… i pray that he too made it out safely.”

favorite food

“my mother used to make the most takoyaki. my family weren’t so insistent on having maids running around when we could cook everything ourselves, so i would always snack on my mother’s dishes. even today, the taste of takoyaki brings back vivid memories of my mother.”

least favourite food

“honestly, i’m not much of a picky eater, but i’m not too fond of anything containing fish eggs…”

birthday

“happy birthday! it’s a special day for you today. is there anything in particular you’d like? no, don’t be silly, of course i’ll get it for you! seeing as you’ve helped me this far, it’s only right that i give something back to you! on top of that, if there’s anything you ever need at all, i’ll be sure to help you out, friend.”

feelings about ascension: intro

“my blade only grows stronger. let’s continue working hard.”

feelings about ascension: building up

“how to describe this feeling… lightweight, but more powerful. the dance will go on.”

feelings about ascension: climax

“with each passing day, my blade grows keener. the moon seems more radiant than ever before.”

feelings about ascension: conclusion

“i believe i owe you a great thanks. the moonlight that rains down on the world will forever be in your favour, traveler. both you and i will improve leaps and bounds from here on out.”

addition to party

“are we heading off?”

“alright, ready when you are.”

“it’s time, let’s go.”

elemental skill

“will of my sword!”

“shrouded in moonlight!”

(convergence) “cut them blind!”

(convergence) “beams, converge!”

elemental burst

“kiyoharu art: carver of radiance!”

“dance of death.”

“face my blade!”

fallen

“i thought… we’d meet… again…”

“friends… i’m sorry…”

“no… i wasn’t… done…”

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talents

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normal attack - kiyoharu sword art

perform up to 5 consecutive attacks with a sword.

charged attack: consume a set amount of stamina to unleash a more powerful attack, dealing physical dmg to enemies.

plunging attack: plunges from mid-air to strike the ground below, damaging opponents in an aoe upon impact.

elemental skill - remnants of moonlight

tap once: kiyoharu misa dashes quickly forwards, dealing electro dmg to enemies in her path. she leaves a thunderblade at her starting and end point of her dash.

tap again: the thunderblades converge with kiyoharu misa as the focal point, creating a triangular zone of convergence. enemies within the zone of convergence are dealt electro dmg and are knocked up. a mark of radiance is applied to enemies within the zone of convergence.

if the skill is not reactivated, the two thunderblades will converge in a line after 4s. marks of radiance last for 12s.

elemental burst - kiyoharu art: carver of radiance

kiyoharu misa leaps into the air, before plunging down and dealing a powerful slash to enemies, dealing massive electro dmg. for 3s after her slash, thunder strikes will crash down on enemies who are marked by mark of radiance, dealing extra electro dmg.

passive 1 - swordsmaiden’s revenge

enemies affected by a mark of radiance will take 15% more damage from kiyoharu misa’s normal and charged attacks.

passive 2 - thundering retribution

kiyoharu misa’s crit dmg is increased by 10% for 5s after a zone of convergence is activated.

natural passive - lightning clarity

all party members’ crit dmg is increased by 10% when kiyoharu misa is in the party.

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constellations

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constellation 1: tenacity of lightning

the duration of thunderblades on the field is increased to 6s, and the duration of marks of radiance on enemies is increased to 16s.

constellation 2: shredding thunder

enemies marked by marks of radiance have their elemental res decreased by 20%.

constellation 3: roots of kiyoharu

the level of kiyoharu art: carver of radiance is increased by 3.

constellation 4: fatal reunion

if there are more than 5 enemies within the zone of convergence cast by remnants of moonlight, the cooldown is decreased by 3s.

constellation 5: swordsmaiden’s unwavering will

the level of remnants of moonlight is increased by 3.

constellation 6:

kiyoharu art: carver of radiance deals 50% more dmg to enemies previously affected by electro.

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appearance

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kiyoharu misa is a young woman and is of average height, with light brown hair, tied half up in a braided bow and then tied at the very bottom. she has bangs which frame her face. her eyes are deep gray-purple, and she has a small scar across the bridge of her nose. her outfit is coordinated with white and lavender colours, and her paper umbrella is also patterned with lavender coloured lightning and flower patterns.

i’m horrible at art so here’s a fun picrew of misa …… this isn’t what she’d wear but it’s the closest thing to what i was imagining ig …… also the band aid is supposed to be her lil scar LOL

#finally dragged misa out of the drafts #zizi’s ocs

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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TUA PIRATE AU

(of the Caribbean? Sort of? I guess?)

(please understand that by AU, I mean they share an incredibly small amount of things in common with the original source material which I barely remember BUT the “story” takes place in the setting of the books/films) (not to be misleading or anything :p)

(BEWARE: abuse, murder, pirates and all of their violent shenanigans, etc.)

(If you can handle watching Umbrella Academy, this will be fine for you.)

Luther is the captain of the guard, and pirates are the bane of his existence. He hates Diego most of all, the man who’s stolen unspeakable amounts of gold from Reginald, Luther’s employer. But as annoyed he is at all of the theft, he purposefully never catches Diego, because he knows Klaus loves him. And Luther may be a man of the law, but he’s also Klaus’ beloved brother-in-spirit, even if Reginald wants them to marry each other for some idiotic reason. (Something about getting Klaus to settle down - ha, he can try.) When Klaus disappears, Luther follows him, having no connections left here - and that’s when he meets Allison. And there are copious laws against getting involved with married women and outlaws alike… so Luther starts to think that maybe bending the rules wouldn’t be so bad. (Klaus is so proud.)

Diego grew up poor, and became a pirate in his early teens when Grace took him in. When she fled the colony, Diego went with her, leaving his childhood best friend Klaus behind. He’s got his own fleet and crew now, and mostly uses his scores as excuses to flirt with Klaus, who’s still just as drawn to him after all these years and often sneaks him into his bedroom when Diego’s in town. Diego’s kept in close touch with Lila and Eudora, both of whom he grew up with once Grace took him away, and they both help him when it comes time for him to crash Klaus’ wedding to Luther (fuck you dude) and steal Klaus away for a life at sea. (Klaus absolutely LOVES this. They kiss a lot. They swing from ropes. Klaus is screaming at all the guards as Diego carries him away bridal-style (ha, I’m so funny). It is delightful.) (His ship is a terror they call The Kraken. Ha, get it? Get it - because Diego’s name - and the monster from legend - okay yeah I’ll shut up now.)

Allison is a badass goddess, covered in colorful tattoos with gold in her hair. She was a prostitute for awhile, stealing a bunch along the way, but one day one of the pirate captains who approached her tried to take more than he paid for. She broke both his hands and killed him in cold blood, then defeated his entire crew in a sword fight single-handedly, earning their respect. She now rides with that same crew as their captain, in one of those off-the-shoulder poet-blouse-corset dresses and high brown boots. Ray is a leutinant who’s been chasing her for years, the two of them flirting back and forth forever… but he’ll never catch her. It’s bad form to arrest your wife.

Klaus is the governor’s bastard son, a totally wild spirit who wears dresses all the time, drinks his weight at parties, and has slept with half the town (marriage is not a problem for him, this is Klaus, we all know he is very down for threesomes). He’s stolen half of Reginald’s shit for Diego over the years, and has been sneaking off to see him just as long, completely in love with his pirate king. Though he’s loved others before - Dave, for example, a soldier whose death broke Klaus into give in to Reginald’s plan to marry him off to Luther (who Klaus loves, just, Not Like That™). The day Diego kidnaps him from his own wedding is the best fucking day of his life - okay, no it wasn’t. That was second best. The best day of his life was the day he and Diego watched Diego’s ship and treasure burn and sink into the sea, and Klaus asked him if he was alright, and Diego just shrugged. Said, You’re the only treasure I need, and kissed him like the world was ending. Yeah. That was the best day of his life, because Diego is the best anything in his life.

Five was a pirate queen until he transitioned a few years ago, though only by word of mouth. No one’s ever seen him. Anyone who works for him doesn’t make it a month outside of the job, usually by his own hands, but people keep coming because nobody knows who he is. He sails alone, though he offers Klaus refuge on his boat for a few days under the moniker Aidan, because he knows Diego loves him, and Five actually respects Diego (if only because he respects Lila who he only respects because he respects Eudora). He hates the Handler for leaving him stranded on an island when he was just a child, an unwanted product of her crew’s hard partying, and has vowed to kill her one day for leaving him alone for so long, ageless in misery. He talks to the mermaid on the front of his ship named Dolores and kills without mercy, and when he finally reveals himself as this skinny pale thirteen-year-old with the grandpa haircut, he revels in the looks on his family’s faces as they try to rebuild their blown brain circuits.

Ben loves Klaus more than life itself, which is, in hindsight, probably why he’s dead. Oh who is he kidding, it’s definitely why he’s dead. Klaus is sort of, kind of, maybe, just a little bit a witch, and they hang witches where they’re from. So when they needed someone to blame for the odd happenings Klaus had caused recently, Ben had taken the blame and worn the noose proudly. Klaus still talks to him all the time, his ghost anyway, and it’s fine - but Klaus lives on the sea now, with Diego, and Ben gets seasick like all the time. (And then he steals Davy Jones’ heart and gets trapped as a tentacle monster, which is honestly not that bad. It helps him scare birds, and Ben likes scaring birds.)

Vanya works as the blacksmith’s apprentice, sad and lonely. She’s been having an affair with the duchess Sissy for years, also working as her maid and a nanny for her son Harlan when asked, but mostly she’s alone, with no one else to care for in the world. (And that creep officer Leonard keeps asking her to marry him, which, just. Ew.) When Five shows up, his hands in his pockets, and offers her a way out, well - what else could she possibly do?

Lila is a badass pirate princess who don’t take no shit from anybody. She wears bright pink ballgowns while skewering people like kabobs, which is funny because she’s a well-known maneater. Literally. (Yes I included a Hannibal character in here because it’s my AU and I can do whatever the fuck I want.) She fell in love with Eudora, and thought she had corrupted the kind sergeant until she found out Eudora had been an undercover pirate the whole time, helping Diego smuggle Reginald’s gold and goods in and out of port. (That’s hot as fucking hell, she blurts when she realizes. Fuck, I’m gonna marry this woman.) She has a serious rum problem she will not be addressing and a collection of pet parrots that will forever prevent her and Ben from becoming friends. When she and Eudora get married, it’s in the middle of the pouring rain while thunder and lightning and gunshots crack around them and they’re killing people and shooting canons left and right (because I may not have shipped Will and Elizabeth but by god if their wedding wasn’t the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen). Now if only she could find the king of the pirates… she’s been hunting Five for years, hoping to prove herself to him, but he just… won’t show up.

Eudora is the sergeant in Reginald’s legions, and has been using her position to help Diego pirate goods since before he even left with Grace. She makes a lot of deals with him, having him carry her cargo and speak with her connections in exchange for her keeping an eye on Klaus for him, which to be honest they both know she’d do anyway. She helped Diego get to Klaus’ wedding and kidnap him, confusing the soldiers in pursuit of the bride, and follows them off to sea, finally home. She feels she owes an eternal debt to Klaus for not being able to save Ben from execution, though she tried, almost desperately. She flirts with Lila all the damn time, and believes in magic, wanting to travel the world looking for it. Most importantly, you should know that she will and has killed for a cheeseburger. (I know they weren’t invented yet shut up.)

Reginald is the governor of the colony, and Klaus’ father. He’s an asshole, one who constantly hunts the pirates because his wife Grace left him to be one. He only has one eye because Grace cut the other out viciously in their last fight, and he’s an abusive piece of shit who lives to terrorize and tax people. Pogo is his assistant / advisor / let-me-stand-here-and-give-you-good-advice-that-we-all-know-you’ll-ignore person. Reginald refuses to die before he catches Grace and sees her hanging in the square - something that seems more and more likely by the day. (HA, Grace says. He wishes.)

Grace is the original pirate queen, and lives in legend. She faked her death after living a double life for years, leaving Reginald and taking her son Diego with her. She knows Reginald doesn’t believe in her death, because she cut his eye out and nearly killed him right before she left, but everyone else believes it. She jumped from the bell tower and Klaus himself “went mad with grief” at the sight of her body, though he of course knows she’s alive and keeps up the story for her benefit. She injured Reginald so severely because he killed Ben, knowing that he wasn’t guilty, and that the witch in question had done nothing wrong anyway. She is known to be fiercely protective of her children, and kind in nature despite her ability to kill you using a historic number of methods. Her crew is made up of refugees who she offered shelter and a better life in exchange for their servitude, including Five, for awhile, who was running a scam. She knows who he is, and remembers his face well - but she keeps it to herself. Though she could match him in a fight easily, she has no interest in battling the boy she has grown to love as a son. (She’s also the one who officiates Diego and Klaus’ wedding, but that’s unrelated.)

The Handler is another pirate queen, and Grace’s greatest rival. She has two pistols at her waist and is not afraid to use them, having such deadly aim that she’s never missed a target - except Diego, which she hates him for. Also for encouraging her first mate and daughter Lila to mutiny, but that’s a whole other can of worms. Her ship is followed by an entire shiver of sharks, who let her use them like water skis whenever she wants. She abandoned Five on an island when he was born into her crew, as she hates children with a burning passion. (There are rumors she eats little boys’ bones. They have yet to be disproven.) Hazel is her snivelling first mate and Cha-Cha is her willing servant and second captain, a master at the wheel and with a sword. Agnes is an old psychic (ha, she’s faking it. She’s got no fuckin’ clue where Five is and will continue to lie whenever asked) she keeps in the brig after kidnapping her years ago, hoping to get a read on Five, who the Handler hates for constantly stealing her goods before they even make it to port. (She has no idea he’s the same boy she left on that island all those years ago - he’s certainly not the only child she’s done that to. But countless are out for her blood… almost every person Grace has rescued was left to die on an island by the Handler.) She eventually dies at Klaus’ hand, who plunges a sword through her heart in defense of his family, who she made the fatal mistake of coming after. (It happened in the same rainy battle where Lila and Eudora were married. He was wearing a yellow ballgown.)

Also Jack Sparrow is super great friends with Lila and he’s married to Will Turner who’s honestly so exhausted but gets along great with Ben and Elizabeth is their ace-aro friend who is a goddamn queen and who Diego has a lowkey crush on and Klaus can geek out with for hours. It’s awesome.

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heyyyharry · 4 years

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Chapter 13: The Prophecy

(from ‘The Conman and the Maid’ Series)

…in which Harry goes North, and Y/N steals a sword.

Word count: 7.4k

AU: princess!y/n, conman!harry, prisoner!harry.

Series description: Y/N is a princess and Harry is a prisoner in her castle. With his help, she escapes from her arranged marriage in search of a happy ending, if there is one.

Wattpad link (Reyna as Y/N)

Warning: murder, gore, violence.

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When Harry woke up, Kenny was gone.

Last night she’d told him she’d had nowhere else to go, so if she wasn’t here with him, she must be on her way to the palace for an audience with the Queen.

Kenny, of all people, had betrayed him.

His whole world flipped as he blindly reached for his sword and headed straight to the stable. If he took Lightning and left now he might be able to catch up with her. He didn’t know what to say or what to do, but if he must, he would lie to convince her to change her mind.

When he got there, however, he wasn’t alone.

The closest he’d ever been to a monarch was at Edgar’s dinner party ten years ago, and he’d only watched the King of Theros and the King and Queen of Isolde from afar. Today, the new Queen of Theros was sitting on her white horse in front of his family’s crooked stable. His steps faltered and he stopped, arms raised above his head when the guards stepped toward him.

Her Majesty lifted her palm, ordering them to stay back. One guard came to assist her off her mount while Harry stood there second-guessing what they would do to him.

Calanthe appeared smaller on the ground. She waved her servant away and took off toward Harry, her hands resting against her flat stomach, her head held high despite the weight of the crown.

Harry had heard plenty about Calanthe’s unmatchable beauty and grace, and even though she was indeed exceptionally attractive, at this very moment, she looked like a normal girl, who was just about his age and had been forced to put on a heavy dress and a crown and rule a kingdom.

He bent the knees as she stopped in front of him.

“Rise,” she commanded.

He did but kept his eyes on his feet. He felt her moving closer. She lifted his chin with two fingers and placed her hand on a side of his face. His first instinct was to glance at her guards.

“They won’t harm you unless I tell them to,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You are as handsome as I imagined, Harry.”

Harry met her eyes and immediately dropped his gaze. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

The Queen caressed his cheek with her thumb; her touch might be tender but it felt dangerous, and he didn’t know what to expect. “Do you know why I’m here?”

“No, Your Majesty.”

“Look me in the eye as we speak.”

He hesitantly lifted his face. She flashed him a beam which was oddly reassuring. Calanthe had a delicate heart-shaped face with a thin nose, pouty lips, long lashes and spotless skin. She looked like what a Queen should look like. And in a brief second, Harry pictured his Y/N in her place. Without the dirty ragged clothes and messy untied hair, his Y/N would look like this. His Y/N would look untouchable. His Y/N would be untouchable.

She wouldn’t be his Y/N anymore. She would be a queen.

“Are you surprised to see me here?” Calanthe asked without answering her previous question.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Harry said airily.

She gave him a sly smile. “I have my spies, you know? I’ve let your princess go, did you really think I wouldn’t come for you?”

Harry jolted with a start. He didn’t know how she’d interpreted his reaction, but from the way her smile grew, he guessed she was satisfied.

“She already returned to the North with her brother,” Calanthe said, running her fingertips down his jawline, slowly, seductively. He didn’t like to be touched, but he was surrounded by at least ten royal guards, so if he moved, his head could fall in a blink of an eye.

Calanthe took a step closer, almost pressing up against him. She combed her fingers through his curls and directed his attention back to her face. Their lips were so close he believed she could hear the violent rhythm of his heart.

He wasn’t excited. He was troubled.

“I’ve come here,” she said at last, “because you are valuable.”

“I am?” He sounded more indifferent than surprised.

“Yes, of course,” she replied breathlessly. He thought she was going to kiss him, but then she didn’t, just stroking his hair like a little girl touching a horse for the first time. “The Princess would do anything for you, wouldn’t she?”

“I believe I’m nothing in comparison to the fate of Princess Y/N’s kingdom, Your Majesty.” He really meant it.

Calanthe gave an understanding nod, her eyes fixed on his mouth as she brushed her thumb across his bottom lip, her hand cupping his jaw.

“If you’re going to have me beheaded or take me as a prisoner, go ahead,” he said. “I don’t want to waste your precious time.”

“Oh, I assure you you’re not.” Her perfect brows furrowed as she pouted. “I just need to know you’re loyal to me.”

“I am loyal to Theros and therefore to you.”

“That’s what your head says. Your heart, however,” her right hand touched his chest, looking rather impressed by its frantic beats, “is loyal to her. And I want to change that.” Then she took his face in her palms. “Come to my court, Harry. I can give you and your family all that you ask for.”

“I don’t think I’d be very useful to you, Your Majesty.”

“Oh, you are,” she taunted. “Kidnapping you and holding you captive is easy, but ineffective.”

“You want to hurt Y/N by having me by your side.”

It wasn’t a question. Calanthe answered anyway. “Yes, that is true.”

Harry sucked in a steady breath. “As long as I’m alive, I will never do anything that might hurt Y/N. You said it yourself. You and Theros may have the rest of me, but my heart will forever be loyal to the Princess of Isolde.”

Calanthe seemed unfazed, yet the look in her eyes said otherwise. “She abandoned you.”

“If I were her, I would have made the same choice.”

The Queen straightened. “Very well. You said the rest of you was loyal to me?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. If I don’t have to do anything that harms Y/N, that is.”

“Kiss me then.”

He froze, his eyes widening.

“It’s an order.” Calanthe sneered. “Y/N isn’t here to watch so it shouldn’t be a problem, should it? Prove your loyalty to me. Kiss me.”

Harry knew he was trapped. If he said no, her guards would kill him, and if he died, Y/N would be alone in this world. There was nothing he could really do to help her. But she loved him, her heart belonged to him, so he must keep his head on his neck.

He took a breath and leaned down, pressing his lips upon Calanthe’s for a second before pulling away.

She squinted her eyes and gave a disapproving shake of her head. “No. Kiss me like you would kiss her.”

Harry unclenched his fists and reluctantly held the Queen’s small face in his palms. He reattached his mouth to hers while imagining Y/N. Calanthe’s lips were warm and soft. She tasted like the life he could never have, no matter how long he managed to survive. She tasted like everything he’d ever wanted, and at the same time, nothing at all.

When he hoped he would live to say he’d kissed a Queen, this wasn’t what he’d expected.

They finally pulled away. A grin spread across Calanthe’s smeared red lips. Taking in her satisfaction, he imagined the rest of her lip balm had been transferred to his face. His stomach tightened with sheepish guilt.

“Now I see why my late husband’s niece is completely besotted,” she said smugly, wiping the stain off his mouth and her own. “I will give you time to think, and when I return tomorrow, I demand an answer.”

“What if I say no now?” he dared to ask when she turned away.

She stopped and shot him a smile over her shoulder. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He watched silently as the Queen mounted her horse, then the guards escorted her out of the village, disappearing into the distance.

Once they were out of sight, Harry shook off the tension and started to rearrange his thoughts. If the Queen had come to him then Kenny mustn’t have gone to her. He didn’t know where Kenny might be, but he was relieved that she hadn’t betrayed his trust.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to search for Kenny now. He must get out of here, for his and his family’s safety. He must go North. He must find Y/N and warn her, save her, fight with her, or just watch her celebrating her victory from afar. He wasn’t sure what he’d be needed for or if he was needed at all, but he’d be more useful in Isolde than he was here.

“Harry?”

“Gemma!”

He met his sister halfway and locked her in his arms. She froze in response to his sudden hug. “W-What happened? Was that the Queen who just left? What did Her Majesty want from you?”

He gripped Gemma’s shoulders and pushed away, looking straight into her eyes. “Listen to me. You take care of Ma and both of you stay at Caleb’s. I’ll be gone for a few days.” Or weeks. If I ever come back, that is. “I don’t want you to ask questions. Just do not return to our house while I’m gone.”

“What–”

“No questions, Gemma. Please.” He tugged her in for another hug and kissed her forehead a couple of times. He felt like shit for not saying goodbye to his mother, but if she held him and called him by his father’s name, he wouldn’t be able to leave.

He was a ghost in this town. Nobody knew or cared enough to find out that he had a sister and a mother, and not until now had he felt glad for it; the Queen wouldn’t be able to come for his family if she didn’t know they existed.

He ignored Gemma calling after him and bolted back to the house to grab a few things before he left.

He stopped dead in his tracks the second he got to the door.

Kenny was curled up in the corner, her face and her clothes stained with blood. She saw him and burst out crying. He rushed to her side, gathered her in an embrace, and pressed her head close to his chest, rocking her shaking body back and forth.

There was so much blood. He’d thought it was hers, but she wasn’t hurt.

“I killed him, Harry...I killed him.”

A shock ran through him. “W-Who?”

Kenny sobbed violently into his chest. “Gideon...I killed him...I came back and threatened him with a knife so he’d give me my money back...I didn’t want to betray you...but then he jumped on me and I had to fight back. He’s dead, Harry. He’s d-dead.”

Gideon. Dead.

Curses exploded in Harry’s mind as he clutched her shoulders, sweat dampening his back. “It’s okay, Kenny.” He didn’t know if it was okay. He didn’t know what to do next. He wanted to protect her, but how?

“Let’s get you to Caleb and Gemma. They might know what to do.”

“Wait!” She tugged at his arm before he could rise. “What about you? Where are you going?”

“I have to go North, Kenny. The Queen–”

“Take me with you.”

He stiffened and broke away from her. “What?”

“Take me with you, please.” She got up on her knees, her knuckles turning white as she gripped his forearms. “Please. I can’t stay here. If they find out–Harry, I would get your whole family in trouble!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Fine.” The word slipped out before he could reconsider. He didn’t know if he was in the right mind to make this decision, but there seemed to be no other choice. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then...we’ll get out of here.”

Y/N awoke with a start.

She’d had another nightmare in which she’d plunged a blade into Egon’s chest, but she’d been the one who’d started bleeding out. She’d called for help and heard Harry’s voice calling her name and telling her to wake up. And so she had. Only to find herself sitting in this dark cell.

She stretched painfully, not knowing how long she’d been asleep. It seemed to be long enough for her limbs to go numb.

A voice came from the shadow in the opposite cell, “Are you going to eat that?”

And it was then that she noticed, outside her cell was the food tray that had been served to her in her chamber. Of course Egon wouldn’t let her starve before meeting the Prince.

The smell of bread and soup entered her nostrils and she wrapped both arms around her growling stomach. She felt like she might faint, but if she ate, she’d surrender to him. It was better to die here than be healthy and alive and eventually get married off to a stupid prince.

“No,” she told Maggie. “You can have it.”

There was that clunking sound again before a slim figure emerged from the darkness behind the bars. Maggie wore a black dress, her silver hair falling down to her hips, most of her face still hidden in the shadow. Y/N froze as a hand white as that of a corpse slipped between the bars and gestured for her to toss over the loaf of bread.

“I thought you were cuffed,” Y/N muttered, squinting her eyes to see Maggie’s face, but she couldn’t.

“My neck.” The answer made her shudder even though Maggie sounded rather amused. “I called your brother a dog, so he chained me up like a dog. Because, obviously, that’s how a king should take an insult.”

Y/N couldn’t even muster a smile as she tossed the loaf of bread toward Maggie, who caught it effortlessly.

“Well, that’s the men in my family,” said Y/N.

“There was goodness in your father, you know?” Maggie told her before retreating into the gloom

Y/N flopped back down on the dirty ground, her head rested against the metal bars. “Was there?”

“Your mother,” Maggie replied. “She was his redemption. The Gods took that away from him, so he must accept his fate.”

Y/N wished that made any sense to her, but she was glad it didn’t. The last thing she wanted was to think about her dead parents. “Who are you, Maggie?” she asked. “You never answered me before. I thought you were a product of my imagination. I thought I was going insane.”

Maggie was quiet, and Y/N almost thought the woman had deserted her again. But then Maggie spoke, “You’ve met me once before. By the river.”

In a second, the memories flashed through Y/N’s mind, and she saw herself standing on the riverbank in her soggy dress. She was still a little girl. It was after she’d met Harry for the first time, and before her father had beat a maid to death.

Silver hair. Stormy eyes. Gold tooth.

A goddess.

‘Are you lost, Your Majesty?’

“You’re a witch,” Y/N blurted as she scooted away from the bars.

“I’m the witch, Y/N,” Maggie said calmly, there was a playfulness in her voice. “And you’re the one in my prophecy.”

The prophecy Harry had told Y/N about.

“That day,” she trailed off, “you called me Your Majesty…”

“Yes. And you were too frightened to figure it out.”

“I was six! I was a child!”

“So?”

“You don’t impose such responsibility on a child!”

“I did no such thing, my dear. It’s always been your fate.” Maggie kept her tone light, as if she was telling a story. “You see, everyone has their own fate. You, me, your idiot of a brother, the boy you love.” Harry.“Everyone must accept their fate. It was for the best if you found out so soon.”

“I didn’t, though.”

“Right,” the witch sighed. “You were locked up in the tower during the party. Otherwise, we would have met again.”

“But…” Y/N wet her lips. “I don’t understand. You’re supposed to be–”

“Oh, darling,” Maggie scoffed. “I don’t age the way you do. Witches age slow and live long. I’m not immortal, but I can be if I practice my craft well.”

“So–”

“That is all you should know, human girl,” Maggie cut her off, sounding as if she was sneering. “Now that you know your fate is written in stone. You ought to do something about it when you get out of here. And you will...get out of here.”

Y/N tipped her head back and let out a mirthless laugh. “I suppose you cannot tell me exactly what I must do.”

“I’m not the master of the universe, Your Majesty. I can see the future but I cannot change it. In fact, I cannot even help you change it. Everyone must be in charge of their own fate.”

“Can we talk of something else?” Y/N blew out her cheeks. “If you’re not going to say something helpful for me to plot against my brother then let’s not talk of it at all.”

“Ahhh, you’re accepting your fate,” Maggie pointed out. It was only then that Y/N realized that she was no longer in denial of who she was supposed to be. She knew she had to dethrone her brother once she got out of here. Now she only needed to feel like she wasn’t powerless. That she wasn’t a feeble little girl waiting for Prince Charming who would never come.

No, he would come.

Kavan Gennady would come.

And she would leave on his white horse. As his wife.

The thought made her shiver.

She couldn’t die here now that she knew her fate was to rule or to die. She wasn’t normal. Even if she pretended to be.

“So you've crossed the Wind Valley?” Maggie asked, and a part of Y/N was grateful for the witch’s effort to change the subject.

“And nearly fell into the abyss and died, yes.”

"So have you heard the tales about that place?"

Y/N squirmed as she recalled what Harry had told her on their first night by Vidarr River. "An old friend told me if you fell into the abyss you would just fall straight to hell."

To her surprise, Maggie burst out laughing. "People have to earn their spots in hell, my dear. You don't get to free fall into hell."

"So if you fall into that abyss, you just keep on falling then?" Y/N asked. "Is there even a bottom down there?" This conversation was absurd, still, she couldn't help but get drawn to it. Something told her witches like Maggie knew everything about this world and was only asking questions to test the knowledge of a human.

"From the tales I've heard," said Maggie, "the abyss of the Wind Valley is the portal to another world."

This time, Y/N was the one who laughed. "Sounds like those fairytales my mother used to tell me."

Maggie ignored her. "That other world is much larger than ours, and there are four seasons in a year. I've never been there. Those who have gone there never return."

"Four seasons in a year?!" Y/N gasped. "That would be quite unpleasant if you ask me." She cringed at the thought of snow and rain coming down at the same time while the sun was blindingly bright above.

Maggie dismissed that idea with a hiss. "Not at the same time! The year in this other world begins with spring, then summer, then autumn, then winter. One season only lasts for a few months."

Y/N's heart fluttered as the other world came into view in her mind. If she lived there, she wouldn't have to travel all the way to the south to get away from the ice and snow; she would only have to wait a few months to dip her feet into the cool river and feel the sun on her skin. How wonderful this other world sounded.

But Maggie had to shatter her little fantasy. "It's not easy to get there, so don't throw yourself into the abyss once you get out of here. There's always a price to pay."

Peach shuddered. "Even for witches like you?"

"Especially for witches," Maggie sighed. "To cross it, you need a pure soul. And witches don't have that. Some of us don't even have souls to make the bargain."

“Where do you get these...pure souls?”

“Babies.”

“You have to murder babies?!” Y/N gasped.

“God, no! We’re witches, not murderers,” said Maggie. “Well, maybe sometimes, but not babies. We take the souls from unborn ones. Before they even exist inside their mothers.” She probably noticed the puzzlement on Y/N’s face because she added, “To make it simple. You ought to exchange the ability to become a mother for a ticket to the other world.”

Y/N swallowed understandingly. “So what will happen to these children who are supposed to be born?”

“They will be born, just not in this world. When you make the bargain, you’ll give the ability to bear the child to another mortal in the other world. Apparently, there aren’t enough pure souls over there.”

“The other world...is a dark and evil place then?”

“There’s darkness and evil everywhere, Your Majesty. In a world that big, it’s expected to have more.”

The more answers Y/N got, the more confused she became. “Then why would you want to go there? Why not just stay here?”

“I have no reason to stay here.”

“Your sisters–”

“Are dead. Egon killed them.”

The atmosphere turned sour. Y/N bit her lip. She supposed she should say she was sorry, but she had a feeling that Maggie didn’t want to hear those words. Words wouldn’t bring her sisters back to life.

“They weren’t powerful enough to fence for themselves,” Maggie went on, though her tone was casual, Y/N could feel the resentment in it. “He couldn’t kill me because he didn’t know what would happen if he killed the one who told the prophecy. He was afraid that he’d anger the Gods.”

Y/N felt her head shake. “Egon thinks he’s God.”

“Most tyrants do. He’s been sick since he was a child, then he let the evil take control. But you…” Maggie trailed off in an eerie tone. “You are goodness.”

“Y/N!”

“Step away from the cell, you!”

Y/N sprung up on her feet as Jo whipped around and glowered at the guard. She couldn’t believe Jo was here. The last time she’d seen Jo, Y/N had been so angry at her, but the Jo she’d left in the castle corridor and the one standing outside her cell now looked like two different people. Jo’s baby bump was beginning to show, and she didn’t look like a maid anymore; now she dressed like a member of the gentry. However, the distress in her eyes was apparent. That was what happened to the people close to Egon. He sucked the life out of them.

“Lay a finger on me and you’d have to explain to His Majesty why you intended to harm his future heir,” Jo snapped at the guard, who faltered and eventually stepped back. “Open the cell!” she demanded.

“His Majesty said–”

“Please let her in,” Y/N spoke, staring pleadingly at the bearded man. “I just want to hug my friend. Please?”

Y/N knew her effect on the servants in the castle. Even the guards who had dragged her here and locked her up had shown some sympathy for her sufferings. She believed it was because she resembled her mother – their most admirable Queen, or maybe they hated Egon just as much as they feared him.

“Fine,” sighed the guard as he pulled out a set of keys and stalked toward the cell. “Step back and put your hands where I can see them, Your Highness.”

Y/N did as she was bid.

The door was unlocked and shut behind Jo, who wasted no time to close her arms around Y/N. It was the first hug Y/N had had in three weeks and she hadn’t known how much she needed it until now. She was disappointed when Jo released her and gripped her shoulders to look her up and down.

“Oh, Y/N…” cried Jo. “You’re too thin and weak. What have they done to you?”

“I’m fine.” Y/N smiled despite herself.

“No whispering!” the guard warned them.

Jo rolled her eyes and shot him a glare over her shoulder before turning back to Y/N, her reassuring smile reappearing. “I was so worried about you,” she said loud enough for the guard to hear. “What happened? Did that thief–”

“He’s not a thief! He saved my life!”

Jo’s eyes went round, apparently not expecting Y/N to get so defensive. Y/N felt her cheeks growing hot as she dropped her gaze to their feet. To her surprise, Jo squeezed her hands and pressed a kiss to each one. “I’m sorry for everything, Y/N. I was so stupid and selfish. If something had happened to you, I would never forgive myself–”

“It’s all right,” Y/N cut her off, raising a small smile. “I don’t blame you, Jo. At this point, I’m just glad to have at least one person on my side…” Her eyebrows lifted. “You are...on my side, right?”

“Of course I am.” Jo snuck a glance at the guard, whose back was turned to them. “If something bad happens to me, I want yours to be the last face I see, Y/N...”

Y/N felt a twitch in her stomach as Jo’s eyes shone with new tears. Jo clutched Y/N’s fingers tighter against her chest, warming Y/N’s icy palm with the heat of her skin. “I’m glad you’re home.”

Y/N almost said Isolde didn’t feel like home anymore, but she saw a glimpse of hope in Jo’s eyes and remained silent. Did Jo also know Y/N was here on a ‘mission’? Did Jo know about the prophecy?

“I have to go now.” Jo exhaled with frustration and tucked a lock of hair behind Y/N’s ear. After everything Y/N had endured, even that faint touch could make her flinch. Jo wasn’t going to hurt her, but at this point, she felt like everyone was capable of it. “His Majesty will have you returned to your chambers to get you ready.”

“For what?”

“Prince Kavan and his retinue have arrived.”

Y/N’s chest throbbed at the news. “So early?”

Jo pursed her lips, her forehead creased.

Before Y/N could say another word, Jo’s mouth was pressed against hers. The kiss was so sudden she didn’t have a chance to react, so she stood there stiff as a rock until the guard cleared his throat to interrupt them.

“Under your pillow,” Jo murmured against her lips, released her hands slowly, and with a longing look, ducked out of the cell.

It was only when Y/N heard the heavy metal door fell shut that she snapped out of the daze. She’d been too stunned to realize Jo had slipped a folded piece of paper into her hand.

She glanced over at the opposite cell. There was only darkness. She called out for Maggie and received no answer. Once again she wondered if Maggie had been a trick of her messed up mind. Perhaps she’d gone crazy.

Crazy or not. This note Jo had given her was real.

She retreated to the back corner of her own cell and sat facing the wall as she unfolded the piece of paper, her heart pounding eagerly.

It was a letter. She recognized the handwriting.

A letter from her father.

Her stomach knotted.

She closed her eyes, steadying her frantic breathing to prepare herself for whatever she was about to find out. She didn’t know how Jo had got this or why her father had given this to Jo, but these would be his last unspoken words.

How could Y/N ever live with herself if he blamed her for his death and all the misery caused by her disappearing?

No. She couldn’t be a coward anymore.

She had to face her fear.

She had to face reality.

She breathed out through her mouth, and with trembling hands, held up the letter toward the dim light from outside her cell.

Dear daughter of mine,

As I was writing this letter, you’d been gone for two weeks. There had not been a day when I didn’t regret the last words I’d said to you. If those words had sent you away from me, I wish to take them all back.

After your mother had passed away, I had resented you for reminding me of her. I had resented Fate and Time for being against us. I had resented your mother for leaving me alone. She’d been the only one who’d loved me and I had also resented her for it. For a time, I’d thought love would make you weak, so I’d taken that away from you and Egon, but now, lying in my deathbed, I realized I would have been dead if it hadn’t been for the love I had for you, if it hadn’t been for the determination of seeing you again to apologize for all I’d done.

Egon might be a great swordsman but he’s no ruler. He’s insolent and reckless. I saw myself in him more than I did in you, which is why he is not fit for the throne and the crown. This kingdom had suffered during my reign. What it needs is a ruler as kind and compassionate and wise as your mother. I wanted you to marry Kavan Gennady because I was afraid of putting a woman on a throne, so if you were to be Queen, you needed a King. But being close to death had helped me grow wiser. Your mother and I had married for love, and it wouldn’t be fair to take that away from you. Should you come back, let it be known I choose you as my rightful heir and you shall be the Queen of Theros and marry whoever you choose.

I’m sorry if I cannot be here when you return. Sometimes I saw Death in my dreams. He wore a dark cloak, ready to take me, but then he didn’t, and I woke up, disappointed. Sometimes I saw your mother; she was just as beautiful as I remembered. She dressed in white, radiating holy light like an angel, and she was your age when you ran away. Eighteen. Maybe when we die, we’ll get to live in the happiest moment of our lives forever. For me, it was the afternoon by the Vidarr River where I met your mother for the first time.

Don’t shed a tear for me, daughter. I have reunited with her on the riverbank.

Your Father,

Willem.

Tears were flowing down Y/N’s cheeks as she muffled her crying by biting into her arm. She contemplated the letter as if all the words would soon evaporate and she was trying to remember as much as she could. She never thought it would come to this. Would anything go wrong had she not run away? Would her father still be alive?

Stop crying. Stop it!

She wiped away her tears, folded the letter and tucked it into her left boot. She caught her breath and stared at the ceiling until her face was dry.

This was good. This was really good. Now she knew she was the rightful heir to the throne, she must take back what belonged to her.

“You are goodness,” she heard Maggie say, but as she turned around, there was no movement in the other cell.

She got up to retrieve the food. She must eat. And before the guard came to take her away, she must come up with a plan.

A few hours later, Y/N was released and escorted back to her chambers where the maids put her in a fine red gown made from high-quality velvet fabric with golden baroque damask and lace trim. A number of pearls and jewels were sewn into the dress as a clear indication of her regal link. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, her hair braided into a high bun, her lips painted red to match the shade of her gown. She straightened and laced her hands together in front of her full skirt as Aleia stepped onto the carpeted steps to place a diamond crown on top of her head. The image of her old crown slipping through her fingers and falling into the eternal abyss sent a shiver down her spine. She shook off the tension, lifting her chin and staring back at her own reflection.

For the first time in her life, she dared to picture herself wearing the monarch crown.

“Shall we go, Your Highness?”

Y/N gave a gentle dip of her chin and placed her hand on top of Aleia’s to ascend the stairs and sauntered toward the doors. It was hard to keep every step soft and light when the dress, the jewellery and the crown were weighing her down. She hoped it wouldn’t cause trouble for her plan.

The letter was in her left boot and the dagger in her other. She’d told the maid that her feet had been sore and so she’d refused to switch to a nice pair of shoes. Jo must have stolen Y/N’s dagger from the guard who’d confiscated it and placed it under Y/N’s pillow for her to find when she returned.

Y/N didn’t know how Jo had managed to do it, but then she remembered that Jo was carrying Egon’s child and therefore must have been close to Egon enough to know her way around the castle. That was another reason for her to doubt where Jo’s loyalty lay. For all she knew, this could be a trap.

But what other choice did she have?

She must take the risk and go through with this.

If her head fell in the throne room in front of Isolde court, at least there would be rhymes and songs about her.

“May I present to you, my lords and ladies, Princess Y/N,” proclaimed a footman as two guards opened the doors and all eyes in the throne room fell on Y/N and her extravagant dress.

Egon was sitting on the throne, his chin in his hand, his forefinger tapping his pursed lips as he watched her make her way down the aisle. He seemed pleased that she hadn’t shown up looking like the corpse he’d thrown into the dungeon.

Holding his stare, she marched as gracefully as she could manage and stopped in front of the steps leading up to her brother’s throne. The guards who had escorted her from her chambers quickly returned to their posts on either side of the aisle. She curtsied to the King while turning a deaf ear to the whisperings of the courtiers, before this day, most of whom had probably thought she’d been dead.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Jo standing among the courtiers. Jo thinned her lips and gave Y/N a subtle nod.

Egon raised a hand and cleared his throat, sending the whole room to silence. “My dear friends from the West,” he proclaimed. “My sister, Y/N.”

Kavan Gennady and his retinue were standing on the right side of the steps to the throne. The last time Y/N had seen the Prince, he’d been on his knees between Jo’s legs.

She could never erase that scene from her memory, and the idea of her marrying this Prince made her stomach churn with disgust. Still, she plastered a smile on her face and curtsied to him.

His mouth was set in a firm thin line as he bowed back, and she could see the pain from the way he sized her up. She decided not to take it personally. She knew what she’d done, and even though it wasn’t pleasant to be perceived as the royal whore, she did not regret or feel guilty about it, not even a little.

“We have met before, Princess,” Kavan said as he made his way toward her, took her fingers in his and brushed his lips against the back of her hand. “Although we started off on a wrong foot,” he said quietly, “I hope we can work through our differences when we’re officially man and wife.”

She opened her mouth, about to give a politically acceptable reply when a member of the Prince’s retinue cleared his throat and seized everyone’s attention.

Kavan whipped his head around and scowled at the man dressed entirely in black, who was smirking as if his appearance hadn’t already distinguished him from the rest of the Prince’s escorts. He was tall, pale, and handsome, with a sharp jawline and hair as black as a raven’s feather.

The danger in his eyes as they met Y/N’s made her heart waver. As if he knew all her secrets. As if he knew she was carrying a weapon in her boot. As if he knew she would commit treason.

No.

As if he was the one who would commit treason.

“My half-brother, Lance Devany. He’s my father’s bastard,” Kavan said with a conceited wave of his hand, and laughter burst from the courtiers.

Y/N’s eyes fastened on Lance. She assumed he’d be humiliated by the introduction, however, the smile didn’t falter on his good-looking face.

“A pleasure to meet you, Your Highness,” he said, fixing Y/N with his wicked eyes. “I hope we could be great allies.”

Something about his airy tone informed her that an alliance through her marriage with his brother wasn’t what he implied. She heard her brother say something about a tea party in the West wing, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Lance, who caught her stare and gave her a wink.

Maybe he was just flirty. Maybe she was being too cautious. Maybe…

At this point, she could not be careless. There should be no maybe.

She averted her eyes from Lance, a blush creeping up to her ears. She wasn’t swayed by his looks. A handsome face was the least of her concern now that her whole life was at risk. She quickly searched for Jo, who maintained the same indifferent expression as she inclined her head as if asking a question.

Kavan was busy chatting with Egon’s Lord Chancellor while the courtiers started piling out of the throne room. As usual, the King would be the last to leave.

Y/N eyed at Jo and lifted the hem of her dress just enough to reveal her ugly riding boots. She knew Jo would figure it out.

Jo, who had helped her get dressed and sneak her out of the castle for secret sword training outside the woods.

Jo, who had retrieved her dagger and put it under her pillow.

Jo, whom her father had trusted with that letter.

Jo, who had shown her loyalty by bringing the letter to her.

Jo had been waiting for this moment to make it right.

Jo gave a slight nod in response to the question Y/N didn’t need to ask. Egon breezed right past them, followed by two guards and laughing at a joke Kavan had told. Y/N swallowed hard as she pretended to follow. Halfway to the double doors, she pretended to trip on her dress and fall headfirst to the floor, sinking into the red cloud of her full skirt. Her fingers slipped fast into her boot and secured around the dagger.

“Princess, are you all right?” Jo rushed straight to her side. Before anyone else could react, Y/N locked an arm around Jo’s chest and held the sharp blade to her throat. A scream or two tore through the disturbance.

“Stay back!” Y/N hissed, catching a flash of horror on her brother’s face as he whisked his finger, motioning for his men to back away from her.

Egon then held up his hands and slowly took a step forward. Y/N pressed the blade harder into Jo’s neck, just not enough to draw blood. “One more step and I’ll rip your child from her belly.”

“You’re not going to kill her,” he ventured, hands still in the air.

“I killed the Commander, whom I’d known my whole life. I slit his throat.” A few gasps broke from the courtiers. Someone was sobbing. Y/N’s eyes were fixed on Egon. “Don’t test me, Egon. You know what I’m capable of.”

“What do you want?” His voice was dangerously calm.

“A sword.”

Egon nodded his head toward one of the guards, who took the order and stepped forward. Something didn’t feel right. Y/N raised her dagger to strike, but she wasn’t fast enough. The guard thrust his sword straight into Jo’s stomach. For a second, the world seemed to stop. Then, the room exploded with screams and clunking of armours and Jo collapsed, bringing Y/N down on her knees. Her hair tumbling out of her braids. Her crown falling to the floor. Her ears buzzed and her hands trembled as she tried to stop the blood oozing out of her friend’s body. It was too much, and she was too late.

“Jo...no...Jo!” she roared and wept. Her chest threatened to crack open. Her breathing came rough. Her whole body was on fire. The rest of the world faded away, and if someone stabbed her now, she still would not care. She was crying so hard her vision blurred. Jo brushed a bloody thumb across her cheek, and the words rang in Y/N’s ears. If something bad happens to me, I want yours to be the last face I see, Y/N.

With a faint smile, Jo was gone.

Y/N was shaking with rage, her fingers still tightened around her dagger as she felt the coolness of the tip of the sword at her throat and tilted her head up, clenching her jaw so hard her teeth went numb.

She had underestimated Egon. She’d known he was cruel, but she’d had no idea how far he could go. She hadn’t got to see his monster in its true form. She’d paid for her negligence with two innocent lives.

Now Egon was holding the sword, grinning down at her. “Why are you crying? I did you a favour, didn’t I?”

“You killed your child!” she barked at him, hot tears biting her cheeks.

“It would be a bastard anyway. I could make ten others.” He sneered before turning to his guards. “Grab her.”

Two men were just about to march forward when another scream froze them to the spot. All turned their heads just in time Kavan’s dead body tumbled to its knees and then sprawled across the floor in a pool of fresh blood. The panic Egon was trying to hide was etched on his face.

Y/N didn’t know who had killed the Prince of Attwell, but she didn’t care. This was her fight.

She drew her dagger and sliced Egon’s right calf, and as he shrieked and fell to the floor, she snatched his sword before the guards could grab her. She held the sword in front of her with one hand, the other using the dagger to rip her skirt, making it short enough for her to move more easily. Having been in a disadvantaged position, she hadn’t crippled Egon for good with that wound. He managed to get up from the floor despite blood soaking through his white trousers, his eyes darkened at her like a predator to its prey.

She was ready to fight when she saw that the Attwell guards were also pointing their swords at her brother. Her gaze skipped to her left where stood the Bastard Prince, his head inclined, his shiny blade dripping with his brother’s blood. He shot her a sharp look and his previous words echoed in her head. I hope we could be great allies.

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To save a kingdom | step number one: find yeonjun

☆ characters: benders!txt & lady’s maid!you ☆ genre: elementals au, fantasy, action ☆ summary: when your home, Eternally, gets conquered by a ruthless tyrant, after two decades of radio silence, you take it upon yourself to find those who could bring back peace ☆ words: 5,1k ☆ also: it’s a Christmas present for the lovely @restlessmaknae ♥ this year might not have been the best so far (i mean, let’s face the facts, it was a pile of stinking shit) but the fact that you were here for me helped me a lot. and i hope that my presence even from afar and via skype helped you, too, because i truly love you as much as if you were not just my best friend, but my smart, independent, reliable little sister as well ♥ i wish you the world, honey!

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Eternally had been once a kingdom of eternal peace far on the East in a dimension unknown to humans on Earth. A land that had united the five great nations - each one of them named after a classic element: water, air, earth, fire and lightning. However, its rightful ruler had been dethroned by a man called Chi two decades ago who had come from the South with his enormous army and had shown people what wars truly had been like. Subjects who could have only read about blood and chaos by then had been deprived from their rights and homes, from their loved ones and their will to fight. Because the moment the Star Crystal had been destroyed, time stopped in your broken kingdom for good which meant that people shouldn’t have had to die anymore if they had stayed low and hadn’t rebelled against the new king. And who wouldn’t have wanted to live forever when it had only meant twenty more years so far? Most people still didn’t understand the misery of not aging as they looked at the endless time ahead of them as a grand price in exchange for something as insignificant as their freedom.

Looking around in the once prosperous tavern where you sat by a dirty table with your princess, you felt pity for the faces you had slowly gotten sick of. The owner’s daughter who had been only ten when all hell had broken loose had to keep her balance on her tiptoes to be able to serve beer for the newcomers by the counter. While the man on the other side of the tavern lived in an old body of a seventy-year-old that caused him more headache than pleasure. By now, there wasn’t a day when he didn’t complain about his bent back or his aching bones that were killing him during the unforgiving storms of winter nights just like they had once done during the summer heat. The sight of them turned the beer in your mouth more bitter. Though, it couldn’t have been worse than the beverage itself that had been brewed from cereal grains that had grown on fields that hadn’t seen real sunlight for ages. At least, not the kind you had once loved more than any starlit sky.

Taking a swallow sigh, your gaze kept wandering back to the creaking entrance although you had no idea whom you were waiting for. As a loyal servant of late queen Eunha, following her reckless but warm-hearted daughter’s orders blindly was in your nature. Hence you didn’t need answers to put your life on the line for princess Sowon. If she had truly believed that the person she had talked to through handwritten letters was able to save your country from the tyrant on its throne, that was enough for you to spend hours at a stinky tavern, waiting. After all, you had quite literally all the time in the world.

‘Good evening, ladies,’ a man greeted you both quietly, voice barely above a whisper. Your shoulders tensed immediately as your right hand slid to the knife that was secured on your belt. You might have never been trained how to fight properly - as the lady’s maid, all you had needed to know had been her daily schedule, the royal etiquette, how to style her hair for different occasions and how to refer to certain people from far away lands -, the last two decades had taught you that one couldn’t have rebelled against the reign without carrying at least one small weapon with them to everywhere. And you happened to be better at aiming with your knife than fighting with a longer sword or any other type of blade. They were still too heavy for your arms.

You were about to enlighten the old man that you would have prefered him to look for empty seats elsewhere when princess Sowon made more room for him and you let go of your knife. If this man was the informant you had been waiting for, you shouldn’t have offended him with a blade pointing at his chest. That could have easily ruined your weak alliance even if he hadn’t been the type who had taken everything to his heart. Thus you bit into your cheeks from the inside and watched the princess when she offered him a glass of cheap beer and some of her food. Since neither of you had had the luxury of taking anything from the castle with you the night you had escaped from Chi’s army, you were both living from one day to another, mostly from the coins you earned with labor work and the money you got for the princess’ jewelries. She might have worn many that time due to her mother’s birthday ball, but by now she had only two or three left. The ones that held her most precious memories.

‘Don’t mean to sound rude, my lady, but if anyone, we both know that we don’t have time for unnecessary rounds,’ the man said when he declined to take the princess’ food, his gaze never leaving the front door. He seemed uneasy and it made you feel anxious as well. You couldn’t fight the thought that he was hiding something. Something that might have put your lives in grave danger. Yet, you remained in silence. ‘Did you bring what I asked for?’

Princess Sowon nodded and unclipped the necklace that she was wearing so that she could take the golden ring off the chain. It was her late father’s seal ring with their family crest engraved in its top, too big for her delicate fingers. You couldn’t believe, she was willing to give up on something so precious to get the information this man had promised her when there was no guarantee that he was telling you the truth.

The old man took the ring in his hand and observed it from up close, his nose almost brushing against the metal that was still warm from the princess’ skin. The yearning glint in his dark brown eyes pulled on your stomach.

‘People say, you know a way to…’ princess Sowon started, her gaze focusing on anything and everything but the gold jewellery. You wondered what or whom she could have been thinking about with such sadness on her face. Did she revive the night when she had escaped the castle with you, but had lost everything she had cared for while you were sipping on your beer? Did she regret handing over the seal ring already? Or was it only you, still thinking of her as a girl who was too fragile for this world?

‘On the night of the royal family’s murder, I saw the head of the royal army and the guardian opening a portal to another dimension. The next generation of benders are still alive,’ the man said quietly before the princess could have finished her question and hearing upon his claim, your knuckles turned white around the wooden glass in your hand.

It had been more than a decade since anyone around you had the nerve to talk about the fallen benders and while the possibility of them being alive implanted hope in your veins, you knew how deadly these wishful thoughts could be therefore you refused to believe them altogether. If those children had been indeed alive, they would have come back to save you all already. Hence their absence could have meant only one thing: they were dead and without newborns in your stuck land, their magic had died with them.

‘Another dimension?’ The dumbfounded question fell from princess Sowon’s chapped lips and you found yourself leaning forwards on your elbows on instinct to be able to hear the man’s answer better.

‘A place called Earth,’ he said with a small nod and shifted his gaze at the princess as he put the ring in his inner pocket. Living in the palace and serving the queen, you had had access to a small part of the library on the second floor, but you had barely had energy when your lady had finally gone to rest therefore you knew close to nothing about the realms outside of your dimension. The only thing you were certain about was that they existed and one of them was indeed called Earth. A land with barely enough magic to pinpoint its wonders. ‘But you need to understand that even if their powers had helped them find each other there, they are like rough diamonds. Unprepared,’ the man enlightened you both on the difficulties you might have had to face if you had decided to start a quest for the five benders and you needed to admit that it did sound too much effort for something broken.

‘If what you are saying is true, why didn’t the guardian go with them?’ you called him out on the biggest flaw in his telltale, but bit into your cheeks the second the princess sent a warning glance in your direction. Displeased, you took a small sip from your drink and turned your head towards the door.

For a while, there was nothing but heavy silence. Then the old man cracked up and you shifted your gaze back at him with confusion written all over your face.

‘That’s an understandable question,’ he concluded and for the first time since he joined your table, he looked at you as if your presence mattered. It sent unpleasant chills down your spine. You had never been fond of anyone’s undivided attention. You felt more comfortable in the shadows. ‘Maybe he was a much weaker person than people gave him credit for,’ the man shrugged and seeing his nonchalant behaviour, all you could think about was that two decades ago, he should have faced imprisonment for a statement as disrespectful as the one that had left his mouth so carelessly.

You frowned, still sceptical about his story, but this time you knew better and drowned your thoughts in the bitter beer. It was a known fact that the guardian had disappeared after Chi had taken the throne from the late king. If those children had been on Earth, he should have been there with them, preparing them for the fight for Eternally. If he wasn’t then the benders had been long dead. After all, neither of them had been older than two when the chaos had erupted in your country. How could have they survived in a foreign dimension all alone? This story made no sense.

‘Is there a way we can bring them back?’ princess Sowon asked nevertheless, her not so clear question gaining the old man’s attention. She had been raised to never be too straightforward and while she had tried her best during the past few years to blend in with the worst of her people, she still had a long way to go.

‘You need to open a portal to Earth,’ the man said generously and you found it amusing how men on the black market would have claimed their reward for a simple yes or no.

‘Is there a way we can do that?’ she asked another wrongly phrased question, her otherwise soft voice reflecting the eagerness of those who had been born without magic. Because despite its existence in your dimension, there had always been only one person in each nation in each generation that could modify its surroundings. Eternally was an exception though ever since the first king had united the five great nations under one kingdom but other countries in the far West weren’t this lucky. During their endless wars, children were attacked constantly whenever it was time for the new benders to be born. Or so the books in the royal library had said. But it sounded logical to you as not even the guardians themselves had magic in their systems. All they had were tools that had been passed down to them by other benders.

‘Do you realize it, ma’am, that they don’t know a thing about Eternally? There’s a possibility that they don’t want to put their own lives on the line for people they don’t know,’ the man pinpointed yet another hardship that you might have faced and the corner of your dry lips twitched in annoyance thinking of the possibility that what this person was saying was true. If the boys had thought that their people had turned their backs on them - taking that they were alive in the first place -, why would they have wanted to help you win a war no one was willing to start? You couldn’t have blamed them if they had thought that you weren’t worth the trouble.

‘I’m… aware of it,’ princess Sowon said with a small nod, and while you could see her slim finger fidgeting with the hem of her worn cloak - a sign of her distress -, her eyes lit up with clear determination. But whether it was because she truly believed that this was your country’s only chance or she just had enough of living like a refugee, you had no idea despite spending most of your time by her side. She might have been the closest person to you since you had lost your father at the night of the royal family’s murder, but she had been raised to be hard to decipher and she had started to get better at that than her mother, the queen who had been the best at staying silent in your land when she had been still alive. She had needed to be. As the love of the late king’s life, the mother figure of their people, she had to be flawless in the eye of the public. ‘But we need to give it a try. We can’t wait for the next generation to…’ she bit into her lower lip harshly before she could have finished the sentence, knowing just as well as you did that without new babies being born in Eternally, the possibility of a new generation of benders appearing from out of nowhere was highly unlikely. It might have sounded like wishful thinking and a royalty couldn’t have afforded such sentiments.

The creaking door flung open with a loud thud and your hand reached out for the short blade on your belt on automatic when you recognized the black uniform of the royal guards. The crest of Chi’s homeland on their badge, the silver flake of ice, made it obvious whom they were loyal to therefore you stayed on alert, knowing well what they would have done to you if they had recognized the lost princess. You needed to get out of the tavern and you had to do it fast.

You stood up the same moment the old man did and you swallowed back a curse before your outburst could have made you even more suspicious. Unfortunately, you couldn’t have been a hundred percent certain that they weren’t looking for you in particular. Because even though you were on good terms with the owner of the tavern, you lived in an era when spies could hide in every corner and one could get their weight in gold if they handed over the runaway princess.

‘I think, it’s time for us to part ways,’ you said with a respectful bow before you took a step forward and led princess Sowon towards the wooden door.

You set foot on the dirt road without trouble and turned right, the opposite direction of your hideout just in case you would have been followed that didn’t happen. Or at least you naively thought so until someone stood in your way close to the abandoned marketplace and knocked your weapon out of your hand with a sword.

‘Lady!’ you stood between the princess and the knight without thinking, shielding the young royal with your own body as you were lacking a literal shield or a proper cover. You might have never been properly trained how to fight, but it was your duty to keep the princess safe hence you were determined to put your life on the line. Since time had stopped in your land, it wasn’t worth that much anyway.

‘It’s okay,’ princess Sowon said when she saw your trembling hand, her soothing voice doing wonders to your jittery heart. You felt ashamed for fearing death despite your big words and bold actions, the possibility of vanishing in the void creeping into your mind and poisoning it with the most dreadful pictures of uncertainty you had ever seen. While the reappearance of benders had once made it easy for every subject of the kingdom to believe in reincarnation and other religious things that your priests preached about, with no newborns and no aging, it was disturbing to think of what might have happened to those who died without the Star Crystal guiding them through the dark between two lifetimes. Could have you gotten lost in the abyss for good if you had been stabbed to death by the royal guard in front of you while you were protecting your princess? No one knew the answer.

But you didn’t have much time to dwell on your chances because hearing the loud footsteps from behind your back, the man in black armour stoke forwards and cut off a few locks from your dirty hair the moment a firm tug on your right wrist pulled you downwards, saving your life. You were in mild shock, limbs shaking beyond your power as the old man from before grabbed you once more and pushed you behind his back.

‘Stay with the princess!’ he ordered you with authority in his voice while he shoved a short sword in your hands and tilted his head to the left where princess Sowon was holding your lost blade in hers. Her whole posture was wrong, the point of the knife aiming at nothing in particular, but there was fire in her chocolate eyes and it made you hopeful. You had escaped from the royal palace at the night of the massacre. You could fight your way out of this hell of a situation, too, if you had been determined enough to live.

So you wielded your sword with a shallow breather and ran beside princess Sowon, ready to wound your enemies if needed. Because even though you still looked like a twenty-year-old girl who could have fainted on the spot at the first sight of blood, you weren’t that naive, little kid anymore who had grown up in the kingdom of eternal peace. Chaos had made you strong and while you might have wavered from time to time, knowing well that violence could have never been the solution for your problems, it didn’t mean you were unable to kill to shield the ones who meant the most to you. Chi’s regime and methods left you with no other choice.

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ you heard the old man’s fair warning from your left before one of the royal guards attacked him, the younger’s painful scream merging into your heavy panting as you lifted your arms for a desperate strike.

The old man was much stronger than any of you would have assumed based on his build, but no matter how many guards you three finished off during the fight, as time passed you by and your muscles started to protest against each one of your movements, more and more men in black armour appeared on the abandoned marketplace as if they had an army hidden behind the empty and broken stalls. Hence as carelessly as it had come to you, hope left your heart just as quick the moment the old man was pushed to the dirty ground, cloak damped in scarlet blood and mud.

It happened too fast for you to react otherwise you would have held the princess back by her wrist and used the situation to your advantage, running until your lungs gave out. But she had other plans and ran to the man to save him from the blade that was supposed to cut his head off his neck. She kneeled before him and all you could do was watch as the guard stopped the monument of his weapon at the last moment, leaving a deep cut on princess Sowon’s cheek but no deadly wounds on her fragile body.

With that, your futile attempt to win over Chi’s men and avoid your dead sentence for treason in front of the curious public of the capital got stomped on by their commander’s firm orders, the harsh clink of a cold pair of metal handcuff echoing in your ears right after your blade fell beside your boots.

Wrists scarred and throat dry, you had no idea for how long you had been marching towards the castle behind the princess and the old man, kept in chains like an animal, but your aching body would have appreciated a short break. However you were too proud to ask for favours until the man in front of you collapsed and his weight combined with your linked handcuffs made you lose your balance as well. You hissed when your knees hit the rocky road, but chose to push aside the pain when princess Sowon hovered above the injured informator, trying her best to keep him conscious. You wished you could have understood her motives and why she cared for him more than for her own life when out of the two of them it was princess Sowon who had the power to keep the sparkle of hope alive in her people. Without her, the Eternally you had once known would have been lost forever. Without him, it would have been only short on one loyal subject.

You furrowed your brows when something warm brushed against your bloody fingers and pulled further from it on instinct until your gaze finally landed on the silver necklace that the old man tried to shove into your hands without the guards noticing. Your heart jumped at the sight of the huge, crystal medallion and the symbol of the five great nations engraved on its gallery rail.

‘This will help you find the benders. It will open the portal you need. All you have to do is…’ the old man mumbled under his nose, but you could barely tell his words from the white noise in your head, gaze fixated on the jewellery as if it held the whole universe in itself and maybe it had indeed done. You were just too afraid to believe in it too soon.

‘What are you doing there? Stand up! Now!’ one of the guards shouted at you three and his stern voice helped you snap out of the trance, your fingers wrapping around the necklace on automatic to hide it from unwanted eyes.

Princess Sowon was the first one whom they pulled back on her feet, so you gulped down your fear while you stood up on your own, acting as obedient as humanly possible without getting suspicious. You couldn’t give them a reason to rummage through your torn clothes again, looking for hidden weapons that they might have failed to find the first time. No, if the medallion in your fist was indeed a magical object from the royal palace, you needed to guard it well until the right moment came and you could use it against the guards and maybe against Chi, too. The mere thought itself made your blood buzz with excitement.

‘Move!’ the same guard snapped at you when his comrades forced the old man on his feet, but the man in front of you didn’t move. Instead, he turned his head towards you and took a ragged breather like you did whenever you were about to do something crazy. Aish! With his unnaturally wide smile and bloody teeth, he did look like a madman.

‘You need to know exactly what you are looking for. Then, it will help you find it,’ he said in a quiet voice before the commander of the royal guards walked up to him and held his sword in front of his chest, its point digging into the old man’s dirty clothes right above his heart. The way he leaned close to the informator’s ear sent an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

‘Are you deaf, old man? I said, move!’ he whispered and in a way, it was more frightening than him shouting at your face. It dressed your skin in goosebumps solely because it felt like the eerie silence before the deadliest storms. Like the lack of comforting noise on your way back to your chamber at the night of the massacre.

It was the old man who moved first. He grabbed the commander’s blade with both his hands and despite his dripping blood and the deep cut on his palms, he twisted it out of the guard’s grip without as much as a single hiss. In the meantime, princess Sowon used the chaos for picking the lock of her handcuff open with a tool you had never seen in her property although your mind was able to put two and two together soon when you noticed the quick glance her and the old man exchanged before she would have rushed towards you. He must have given it to her when you had been too fixated on the silver necklace to decipher your surroundings.

Your eyes widened when princess Sowon hovered above your chains and got rid of them with another swift movement, her talent with the pointy object beyond you in many ways. You had absolutely no idea from where and when had she mastered these skills or since when she had been the one looking after you - a loyal but undeniably replaceable servant - but you had no time for dwelling over the last two decades as the royal guards picked up their weapons and were about to strike in any second.

‘I will be fine. Run!’ the princess told you while she shoved the tool into her pocket and took a palm-sized knife out of her right boot. It looked almost comical like a child’s toy next to the sword in the guard’s hand behind her. No wonder, you were contemplating whether leaving her behind was indeed a good idea. ‘It’s an order,’ she shouted in your face and your entire body got tense due to her harsh tone and the way she smashed her fist against your shoulder. You gulped and nodded with worry in your dark brown eyes before you turned your back on princess Sowon.

You needed to fight the growing urge to look behind your back during each one of your steps, but eventually you reached the woods and with that the unmistakable noises of an unfair fight slowly faded into the loud cracks of branches breaking under your feet. You ran east until your lungs begged you to stop and even after that, your aching body diverting your thoughts from the fact that you had no idea what might have happened to the old man and the princess. Sure, you knew that Chi’s guards wouldn’t have killed the last member of the royal family so carelessly on a dirt road without a concrete order but the princess’ eagerness to save the old man might not have been enough to actually do so as well. And as annoying as his whole attitude had been in the tavern, the thought of him dying while you had survived haunted you on your way through the woods.

By the time you reached the other side of the forest and the sparkling waterfall that united the neighbouring towns, you were hungry, miserable and cold. Yet, you couldn’t have made your body move a step more as your bloody legs gave out on the rocky shore. The rough collision tore your scars apart and dirtied the wounds, but you couldn’t have cared less about pain and infection as you used the last bits of your energy to crawl beside the cool water.

Drinking a few gulps from the river, you laid on your back and started at the never changing sky, your bloody fingers curling around the medallion unconsciously. Letting your sorrow consume your mind, for a sheer moment you wanted nothing but to die. You pictured the cold water filling up your burning lungs and how easy it would have been to drown. Aish. For the first time in your life, you felt so utterly alone.

At first, you thought that the nearby villagers found you - or even worse, the royal guards - but when you turned your tired body towards the blinding light, what you saw was ocean blue locks and a smile so bright, it couldn’t have belonged to anyone in Eternally. Or at least not anymore. It took you a few moments to realize that the necklace in your hand started to glow as well and that it beamed with the same, blue-ish shade as the crack that cut the air in two. A magical portal.

Eyes wide in disbelief, you were so scared that it might have closed in any minute that you acted without thinking twice. You forced your aching limbs to move and fell past the shining crack, the tug in your stomach and the dizziness in your head making you lose your senses.

The next thing you knew was that you were holding onto an arm and that the chocolate pair of eyes that looked down on your messy figure with disbelief and worry glinted in the light of the medallion in your hand. A sparkle of ocean blue making a rather pathetic attempt to calm your jittery heart.

‘Help me,’ you breathed, voice barely above a whisper and you couldn’t help but wonder whether you put your trust in one of your enemies. After all, what you were thinking about on the shore was death. And the magical object was said to give you exactly what you were looking for.

The boy didn’t say a word, but remained close nevertheless, holding onto you when you were about to lose your balance. Your stomach hurt so much, you had the urge to cough up your lunch to empty it and make it stop.

‘Hey! Oh my… please, don’t faint on me!’ the boy begged you, but it was too late. You didn’t have enough energy to stand still nor to keep your eyes open. Your temples were aching, your legs were aching, your stomach was aching. Hence at the first chance you got, you welcomed the darkness with open arms, running away from your fate one more time like the coward you might have been deep down all along.

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Pitch Me your thing!

HELLO HELLO MY SUNBEAMS. For most every category, there was an impressive turn-out for pitches, so I thought we’d utilize the weirdness of this year’s GIFTENING to give something new a try. The popular vote winner for each category will happen on the first day, but on the second, the winner will be chosen from YOUR PITCHES. Mostly those pitches will be to me. The exception is in Miscellaneous, where you’ll be pitching to my family, because what I want to do and what is most entertaining isn’t necessarily the same thing.

So! How will we do this thing? GLAD YOU ASKED. I’ll link you to a form in a minute with space for one pitch. Once you fill it out, you’ll be asked if you want to do another. There’s no limit to the number of pitches you can send in! But remember that if you submit multiple entries for the same category, you’ll basically be competing against yourself.

NOW WE’VE GOT SOME RULES FOR DOING THIS (which I mostly stole from Holligay, because I have no creativity this year). Please read them carefully! I’ll toss pitches that break any of these, and I’d rather your hard work not go to waste.

Pitch Me is open for your submissions from RIGHT NOW (22 December) through the very last day of this hellyear (31 December) at 11:59pm MT.

The thing you pitch must have come from what was nominated for THE GIFTENING 2020. (Full list of those nominations in every category below the cut on this post.)

Entries must be unsigned! I’m looking to chose based on the pitch alone, regardless of who submitted it.

The pitch itself must be 100 words or less. HAVE PITY ON ME I CAN ONLY CONSUME SO MUCH.

If you’d like to get some help, ideas, feedback, all that good stuff, the Discord is a FANTASTIC resource I encourage you to use.

HERE IS YOUR PITCH SUBMISSION LINK

And, as promised, below the cut you’ll find the list of all the nominees in every category you guys sent in this year. IT’S A LONG LIST HAVE FUN WITH THAT

Anime

A Place Further Than The Universe/Sora Yori mo Toi Basho Ace Attorney (Gyakuten Saiban) Action Heroine Cheer Fruits Aggretsuko Aho Girl Air Master Akuma No Riddle Alien Nine Angel Beats! Angelic Layer Appare-Ranman Aria Aria the Animation Arrietty/ The Secret World of Arrietty (Ghibli film) Ascendance of a Bookworm Azumamga Daioh Baccano! Beastars Black Cat Blood + (the series) Bloom Into You Blue Drop/Tenshitachino Gikyoku Bodacious Space Pirates (starting right where you left off) BOFURI: I Don't Want to Get Hurt, so I'll Max Out My Defense Boku no hero academia Bubblegum Crisis Card Captor Sakura: Clear Card Cardcaptor Sakura Castlevania the Animated Series Cells at Work Chaos; Head Chihayafuru Code Geass cowboy Bebop Cyborg 009 Death Note Death Parade Deca-Dence Demon Girl Next Door Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba) Diebuster: Aim For the Top 2 Dog Days dorohedoro Dot Hack//SIGN Dr. Stone Elfen Lied Erased (Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi) Escaflowne Excel Saga Fantastic Children Fate/Zero Flip Flappers Fresh Precure Fruits Basket 2019 Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Ga rei Zero GaoGaiGar gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun Ghost in the Shell: Standalone Complex Ghost Stories (dubbed) Girls' Last Tour Great Pretender Hoseki no Kuni/ Land of the Lustrous House of Five Leaves/ Saraiya Goyou Inari konkon koi iroha Interviews with Monster Girls Inuyasha Isekai Izakaya "Nobu" Jellyfish Princess/ Kuragehime JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 4: Diamond is Unbreakable Kaguya-sama Love Is War Kaleido Star Kannazuki no Miko Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken! Kemono Friends Kiki's Delivery Service Kimi ni Todoke: From Me To You Kino's Journey/Kino no Tabi (2003) Land of the Lustrous (Houseki no Kuni) Little Witch Academia Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files EP0 {"A Grave Keeper") Love is Hard for an Otaku Love Live! Sunshine!! lupin the 3rd part 4 Madoka: The Rebellion Movie Magic knight rayearth Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha March Comes in Like a Lion Mardock Scramble Master of Martial Hearts Mawaru Penguindrum Megalobox Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid Mob Psycho 100 Mobile Suit Gundam (1979) Monster Mushishi My Bride is a Mermaid (Seto No Hanayome) My Love Story!!! My Neighbor Totoro My Next Life As A Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom My Roommate is a Cat NANA Naruto Natsume’s Book of Friends Neon Genesis Evangelion (hateblog) New Cutey Honey Nichijou Ōban Star-Racers One Piece Ouran High school Host club Outlaw Star Paranoia Agent Perfect Blue Please Save My Earth Pop Team Epic Pretty Cure Fresh Princess Jellyfish/ Kuragehime Princess Mononoke Princess Principal Princess Tutu Project A-Ko promised neverland (/yakusoku no neverland) Psycho-Pass Ranma 1/2 Re: Cutie Honey Re:Creators Read or Die (OAV) Red Garden relife Revolutionalry Girl Utena Rose of Versailles Ruroni Kenshin Sailor Moon Sailor Moon (viz dub) Samurai Champloo (english dub) Sarazanmai School Days School-Live! Scum's Wish Senki Zesshou Symphogear (listed as just "Symphogear" on Crunchyroll.) Serei no Moribito (Guardian of the Spirit) Shin Sekai Yori (From The New World) Shirobako Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinju Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle Smile Pretty Cure (Japanese original)/ Glitter Force (english adaptation) Snow White with the Red Hair Sound Euphonium Strawberry Panic (yuri) Sweetness and Lightning The Devil is a Part-timer The Devil Lady The disasterous life of saiki k (saiki kusuo no Sai Nan) The End of Evangelion (movie) the Promised Neverland The Twelve Kingdoms Tiger & Bunny Tokimeki Tonight ToraDora Tsubasa Chronicle Umineko When They Cry Valkyrie Drive: Mermaid Vinland Saga Violet Evergarden Whispered Words (Sasameki Koto) With a Dog AND a Cat, Every Day is Fun Yona of the Dawn Yu Yu Hakusho Yugioh Duel Monster Yuki Yuna is a Hero Yuri Kuma Arashi Yuri On Ice!!! Zoids: Chaotic Century Zombie Land Saga

Non-Anime Animated

Adventure Time Amphibia Animainiacs (Original) Animaniacs (Reboot) Archie's Weird Mysteries As Told By Ginger Barbie Life in The Dreamhouse Batman the Animated Series Big Guy and Rusty the Boy Robot Big Mouth Bob's Burgers Bojack Horseman Bravest Warriors Captain N: the Game Master Carmen Sandiego (1994) Carmen Sandiego (2019) Castlevania (Netflix) Cats Don't Dance Coco Courage the Cowardly Dog Craig of the Creek Cyber Six Daria Darkwing Duck Dragon Booster Dragons: Riders of Berk DuckTales (2017) Exo-Squad Fern Gully Fillmore! Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends Futurama Gargoyles Glitch Techs Godzilla: The Animated Series Green Lantern the Animated Series Hedgehog in the Fog (Ёжик в тумане) Hey Arnold Hilda Infinity Train Iron Giant JEM Kim Possible Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts Legend of Zelda animated series (1989) Legion of Super-Heroes Liberty Kids Magical Girl Friendship Squad Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart The Legend of Korra Moominvalley Motorcity My Little Pony (Classic, NOT FiM) My Little Pony: Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks Onyx Equinox Over the Garden Wall Over the Moon (2020 film) Owl House Primal Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure Redwall Rise of the TMNT Roco's Modern Life Rugrats RWBY Samurai Jack Seis Manos She-Ra (1985) She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Sonic Boom Spartakus and the Sun Beneath the Sea Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse Star vs. the Forces of Evil Strange Magic Super Mario Brothers Super Show Superman: The Animated Series Teen Titans The 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo The Animals of Farthing Wood The Dragon Prince The Hollow The Legend of Tarzan (TV series) The Magic School Bus (1994) The Mysterious Cities of Gold The Pirate Fairy (Disney Fairies) The Powerpuff Girls (1998) The Real Ghostbusters Thundercats (1985) Thundercats (2011) Transformers: Prime Tuca and Bertie Twelve Forever Undone Venture Bros Wakko's Wish Wakfu Wander Over Yonder We Bare Bears (TV) Winx Club Wreck-It Ralph (2012) X-Men Evolution X-Men: The Animated Series Xiaolin Showdown

Live Action

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea 28 Days Later 3rd Rock from the Sun A Series of Unfortunate Events American Horror Story: Asylum Babysitter's Club (2020) Batman (the old Adam West version) Better Call Saul Black Mirror Blackbeard's Ghost (Peter Ustinov) Boston Legal Boy Meets World Boys Over Flowers Bromance (Taiwanese tv series) Brooklyn 99 Buffy the Vampire Slayer Cadfael Cagney and Lacey Charmed (2018) Chopped Cleopatra 2525 Cloak and Dagger Clue (1985) Community Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance Dead Like Me Dead To Me Deadwood Death Note (Netflix) Derry Girls Dimension 20 - The Unsleeping City Doctor Who (New) Doom Patrol Dracula's Daughter (1936) Escape to the Chateau Farscape Fingersmith Galavant Godzilla (2014) Gokushufudo (2020 Japanese TV drama) Golden Girls Good Omens H20: Just Add Water (somewhere in seasons 1-2) Happy New Year Harley Quinn movie Hateblog a REALLY STRAIGHT soap opera. Haunting of Bly Manor His Dark Materials (HBO series) Holes Hot Fuzz House Inception Inside No. 9 Iron Chef America Joan of Arcadia Julie and the Phantoms Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle Kamen Rider Build Kamen Rider Ex-Aid Kamen Rider Fourze Killing Eve Knives Out Letterkenny Leverage Little Women (2019) Lucifer Matlock Majisuka Gakuen MASH Merlin Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol Money Talks (1997 film) Motherland: Fort Salem Murder She Wrote Mythbusters Nailed It! Never Have I Ever Once Upon a Time Orphan Black Pen 15 PGSM Pi (1998) Picnic at Hanging Rock (2018) Pride and Prejudice: A New Musical Puppy Bowl Pushing Daisies Rome (hateblog) Russian Doll Sabrina Sense8 Sera Myu: Un Nouveau Voyage Shameless Sierra Burgess Smallville So Weird Star Trek: TOS (or their films) Star Trek: The Next Generation Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Star Trek: Voyager Stargate Atlantis Suckerpunch Supernatural (out of context speedrun the last three episodes) Sweetheart Switched at Birth Tall Girl Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles The Addams Family (1964) The Big Flower Fight The Booth at the End The Bride With White Hair The Crown The Fresh Prince of Bel Air The Good Place The Kissing Booth The L Word The Librarians The Magicians The Muppet Show The Pregnancy Pact The Room The Steve Harvey Show The Stranded The Untamed The Witcher The Wolfman (1941) Torchwood Twilight Zone (original) Twin Peaks Ultraman Nexus Umbrella Academy Van Helsing Warehouse 13 Warrior Nun What We Do In The Shadows (tv show) Will & Grace Wynonna Earp X-Men 2: X-Men United Xena: Warrior Princess

Miscellaneous

Alpha Flight #41-62 Anime music dance party, the logistics of which are to be determined! Ask Hot Pocket and/or Mina-pup AskSharknado: Giftening Edition Attempt to make French macaroons Commentary on old Goggles Critical Role Crowdsourced: A Black Mirror-style day where Jetty has to ask what her choices are of the audience for everything! I give you a menu, you decide what she has for dinner? What does she wear? Does she walk on the track or do the eliptical? Does she go to a movie with Doc or play a video game with Mike? Can be done alongside other stuff. Doodle Day Dramatic readings of fan fiction! Drunk History (or whatever your favorite subject would be) with Jet Wolf! Drunk Sailor Moon Exorcising Closet Ghost Fic Prompts Day Figuarts Day! (Not specifically freeing anyone, just various fun poses and such) Guess the plot of a show based on its opening Her Shim-Cheong (manhwa) House of X/Powers of X Hubby's Choice IDW Jem comics liveblog Intros Only (watch show openings, give commentary, guess what show is about, etc.) Jackbox Games Jet Wolf paints along with Bob Ross Jet and Doc go to Heaven/Hell, respectively: Jet gets to write reams of words about the awesomeness of Rei Hino and Doc has to read all of them and say ONLY NICE THINGS. Jet does Tiktok dances Jet Liveblogs Holligay: A Nature Documentary Jet Ranks Sailor Moon Image Songs Jet Reads Goosebumps Jet Reads Legion of Super-Heroes Jet redesigns the Wolf and Gay offices! Jet shows off her knitting Jet Wolf attempts to recreate scenes from Sailor Moon with Mina and Hot Pocket and/or whatever is in the house Jet Wolf reacts to Sailor Moon tiktoks (in blog form) Jet Wolf reads Love and Rockets. Jet Wolf reads the Jem comics by IDW Jet Wolf reviews her old top 100 Sailor Moon moments list Jet Wolf talks about Archie Comics Jet Wolf talks about each cel she owns and why they are so awesome. Jet Wolf writes Poetry Jet Wolf's Top 5's Jet, Hubby and/or family play board games Jetty Rants and Raves Jet Wolf tries to crack the Gravity Falls Codes Kiwi Blitz on Hiveworks Let's Play on Webtoon Liveblog: Favorite X-Men comic book arcs Livestream Pathfinder one-shot LOONA (Collection of music videos with an ongoing story/universe about GIRLS who are FRIENDS and SAVE THE UNIVERSE) Lore Olympus on Webtoon Mike regales us with "the story of your love" while you get increasingly embarrassed Mina and Hot Pocket day - liveblog like a nature documentary Mister Tsukino Does His Taxes and the Household Budget (Sailor Moon fan comic by Shadowjack) Nancy Drew: Ghost Dogs of Moon Lake Not So Shoujo Love Story on Webtoon Pitch Mishaps for Untitled Senshi Game (it is a lovely day in Juuban, and you are a Horrible Minako.) Pitching hubby's favorite media at (readers/holligay/jill/momigay) Playing with dolls (because how could 3 women not have any dolls between them) Re-Take By Studio Kimigabuchi (All Ages Version) Real or Fake Anime (people submit descriptions of anime you guess if it is an anime that actually exists or not) Reviewing succulents Scavenger hunt! Not entirely sure how it would work, maybe folks could send in asks for you to show things like your favorite Rei Hino object, or the thing that's been with you the longest, etc. sewing/knitting/baking tutorial Share or rant about a Roman history topic Sleepless Domain on Hiveworks Talking to Docholligay 2: Doc Harder (basically you talking to Doc's future womb evictee while still in there and telling them stuff like say the greatness of Rei Hino) The Monster Duchess and Contract Princess (manhwa) The Polar Bear Plunge--I take Jetty to our finest Lake Elmo in January, and she jumps in! Note: THIS IS NOT DANGEROUS, WORRYWARTS. I'll bring a life preserver, I've done it before, and I would do it with her if I weren't pregnant. The Senshi Helpline--The Senshi, taking your advice questions, here and now! The World of Moral Reversal Virtual knitting/crafting circle! Let us craft and chat with you! What-If #24 Gwen Stacy Lived Worm the web serial Write an explanation for a drawing we send you! Yuri Hell's Kitchen

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