#◎𑁍.ᐟ "Vengeance”

[manor-tea-time]

🍝 SPAGHETTI 🍰 SHORTCAKE? (for anyone you want)

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

from this ask game: here!

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Ivy ξ(❁) ⊕) ξ :

"I've always enjoyed teatime sandwiches. They're always the perfect size to snack on or to keep beside you as you work. I usually make myself pinwheel sandwiches, but chicken salad sandwiches are nice as well - and more filling if one is hungry." Ivy said, gesturing the approximate size of one of the sandwiches in question. "I also have gained an appreciation for different soups and breads as Wayne has been experimenting with making a few different kinds. He usually fetches me for a second opinion on taste."

"As for desserts, I have to admit I am quite the sweet tooth. If I had it my way, I'd have access to a lot more here within this place. However, if I had to pick favorites, they'd probably be Fruit Tarts, Mousse Cakes, and Creme Brûlée."

Wayne (-⊕ ζ ⊕-)<:

"I mainly enjoy cookies when it comes to sweets. They usually don't overwhelm my tastebuds and are easy to store for later." He nodded, making a quick mental note to make some more for himself to snack on between matches. "As for general foods, I tend to be a bit... boring I'm afraid. I usually like eating different breads, cheeses, and soups. I have tried to try some other foods when the others cook though. I've enjoyed most of them quite a bit."

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LeRoy 🗝️>(⊖▼⊗´)•ζ :

"I have a soft spot for asparagus soup. It's something my mom used to make me all the time whenever I was feeling down in the dumps as a child! I also like scrambled eggs and bacon for a similar reason - it was the first dish my pa taught me how to make!" LeRoy laughed a bit at that. Bless his poor father's heart for being patient enough to let him burn nearly a whole carton of eggs before he got it down.

"As for sweets, I like things like parfaits or milkshakes! Specifically cookie dough milkshakes." He nodded, pausing as he remembered something. "I have had some good strawberry milkshakes with Willow though, so thats a close second flavor wise."

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Pip (◼⊗_⊗’)/*:

"I really like those Danimal shake things! I was kinda bummed at how hard it is to get some here. Although, I can still get some of my other favorite foods like chicken strips so, I'm alright." Pip explained, kicking the ground lightly as he spoke.

"Mr. Smith and Delilah sometimes will make me sandwiches or other things to eat if I catch them in the kitchen at the right time. It might not taste the same as my mom's, but I have to admit it's pretty good. Don't tell them I told you that though."

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Delilah and the Ghost orbs Ⴑ(‘❁◡❁’)Ⴑ  {◎ᝰ.ᐟ, ◎𑁍.ᐟ, ◎꩜.ᐟ}:

"Hmmm lets see..." Delilah trailed off in thought. Most of the time she was usually rushed to makes questionable meals between work or pick something up. "When I have time lasagna is fun to make! I also enjoy testing out different salads to pair it with. If I have time and money to go somewhere really fancy, I absolutely love grilled salmon and rice."

"For desserts, I enjoy apple pies and ice cream. You can't really beat a classic like that!" She laughed to herself before pausing to hear some of the spectral voices from the orbs. It seemed they had their own opinion on the matter. "Oh? It seems we all like ice cream then. Although, I don't know if it would be worth it getting 4 separate flavors when you all can't eat it."

Bonus Ghost Orb Translation:

◎𑁍.ᐟ "Vengeance”: Likes Vanilla Ice Cream with fruit on top.

◎꩜.ᐟ"Guiding Hand": Likes Strawberry Ice Cream - Especially, in milkshakes.

◎ᝰ.ᐟ"Calming Aura": Likes Pistachio Flavored Ice Cream. Only orders it in a small cup.

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Miss Manni (,◡ _ ◡,):

"One of my favorite treats to get myself when I could was macaroons and hot chocolate. Both were so sweet and fun to snack on throughout the day! They also made quite the statement when I had other ladies over for tea huhu!" Miss Manni laughed to herself, tidying up the remains of another sewing project as she spoke.

"I also enjoyed pampering myself lavish things like duck or mutton as well. I could always make sure they lasted me for a good while depending on what kinds of cuts I'd gotten that week." She said, a certain fondness filling her voice as she remembered her old house. "Potatoes were also fun for me to prepare as well! Oh! All this talk is making me want to cook something for someone!"

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Shadowed Man /++ ◡ ++\:

"Hm, I'm unsure. Most of the foods I'd eat consisted of animals I'd hunt during the evening when my summoner was asleep. Perhaps a lone wanderer if I had gotten lucky." A dark laugh escaped the shadow as they spoke. "Ah, but if I were to pick a meal more fit to human standards, I suppose the honeyd ham my summoner enjoyed was nice. If it made them content, I was content."

"As for sweets, the cake one of you creatures provided me was quite delectable. I'd enjoy eating another. The mannequin informed me they come in multiple flavors! How quaint."

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Eleanor (´⬬_⬬`)<:

"I like strawberry cake. The kind with fluffy icing and cute decorations on top. I was very excited when the other hunters made me one for my birthday! I loved all of the flowers, dancers, and animals on it." Eleanor mumbled, prefocused on winding a small music box. "I also like bread. It's so simple, but can be shaped like so many fun things - like rabbits!"

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[xinganhao]

📺 now watching: "hotel del luna" (jihoon x reader)

part of my svtflix milestone event. warnings: cussing/swearing, mentions of death. more content under the cut. enjoy watching!

hotel del luna's guestbook, as managed by lee jihoon.

Name: Han Seung-woo Check-in date: August 17, 2019 Reason for stay: Seung-woo was a street artist who passed away in a tragic car accident at the height of his career. He stayed at hotel, haunted by the regret of never completing his masterpiece mural, which he planned to dedicate to his late mother. Reason for leaving: The hotel manager tracked down Seung-woo's original sketches and helped arrange for a modern artist to complete his mural at a public plaza. Witnessing his vision come to life brought him peace. Check-out date: January 11, 2024

Name: Choi Min-ji Check-in date: May 4, 1997 Reason for stay: Min-ji was a nurse who sacrificed herself to save patients during a hospital fire. She lingered at Hotel del Luna because she couldn’t forgive herself for leaving her younger brother behind, feeling she hadn’t done enough to care for him. Reason for leaving: Decades letter, her brother passed away; the manager brought him to the hotel. During their reunion, he reassured Min-ji that her sacrifice inspired him to become a doctor and save lives, fulfilling her legacy. They crossed into the afterlife together. Check-out date: October 9, 2024

Name: Kang Mi-young Position in Hotel del Luna: Receptionist Check-in date: July 8, 1975 Reason for stay: Mi-young was a renowned opera singer who lost her voice in life. She became the hotel receptionist to welcome guests with warmth and kindness, making up for the bitterness she had shown in her final days. Reason for leaving: A guest, who was a devoted fan of her opera performances, recognized her and reminded her of how much her art had inspired others. This helped her regain a sense of purpose and release her regret. Check-out date: December 31, 2024

Name: Park Jin-ho Position: Concierge Check-in date: January 12, 1843 Reason for stay: Jin-ho was the very first staff member of Hotel del Luna. He accepted the role of concierge after passing away as a penniless merchant who regretted his life of greed and failed relationships. He hoped to redeem himself by helping guests find closure. Reason for leaving: After serving at the hotel for over 180 years, Jin-ho finally forgave himself when the manager thanked him for teaching them the value of love and selflessness— something he had yearned to learn in his own life. Check-out date: June 8, 2024

Name: Lee Jihoon Position in Hotel del Luna: Proprietor Check-in date: August 23, 1290 Reason for stay: Jihoon lived over a millennium ago during the Goguryeo era. He was the leader of a band of thieves and was devastated after the massacre of his loved ones; namely, his bandit group and closest friend. Fueled by vengeance, Jihoon killed various people in his fury. Deity Ma Go punished him for his sins by bounding him to the Hotel del Luna. He was warned that he would only be unshackled from the hotel once he is able to replace his fury and grief with remorse and love. Reason for leaving: You N/A Check-out date: N/A

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✉﹕you've got mail .ᐟ squid game fic recs ── .✦ includes both sfw & nsfw ｡°⚠︎°｡

HWANG JUN-HO (황준호)

› IN ANOTHER LIFE

› DON'T YOU WANT A FAMILY WITH ME?

HWANG IN-HO (황인호) / FRONT MAN (프론트 맨) / OH YOUNG-IL / PLAYER 001

› TWO SIDES OF A COIN

› DISTANT FLICKERING'S GREENER SCENERY (PT.2) (PT.3)

KANG SAE-BYEOK (강새벽) / PLAYER 067

› CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES

CHOI SU-BONG (최수봉) / THANOS (타노스) / PLAYER 230

› THANGYU NSFW ALPHABET

› BOTH? BOTH!

› A GUT FEELING

› MOVIE SETTING

› INFINITY LOOP

› BREAKING POINT

› WITHDRAWALS

› THE ASSISTANT

› DOC

LEE MYUNG-GI (이명기) / PLAYER 333

› SILENT VENGEANCE

› GUARDIAN

› BOYFRIEND MYUNG-GI IN THE GAMES

› PAZ CON USTED

› MYUNG-GI HAS TO PROVE HIMSELF TO YOU

› GAME OF DECEPTION

› SO NEEDY

› YK I LOVE YOU

› LAST NIGHT

› VIBRATIONS

KANG DAE-HO (강대호) / PLAYER 388

› THE LOOK OF LOVE

› YOU THIRSTY? (PT.2)

› PLEASE (PT.2)

› A WELCOME DISTRACTION

› WE'RE OKAY

› THE THREE OF US

› THE THREE OF US: AFTER THE GAMES

› WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT

› REVERSE COMFORT

› A NOT SO SECRET SECRET (PT.2)

› JUST LIKE THAT

› WAKING DAE-HO

› EUCLID

› CHAIN OF ARMOUR

› BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR

› SLEEP WELL

› HAIR TIE

› IN THE NIGHT

› A DEBT TO THE HEART

› HEARTBEAT

› HER SUN, HIS MOON

› A NIGHT FORGOTTEN

› ENTITLEMENT

› MY PAIN, YOUR GAIN

› BOREDOM GOT A NEW BESTFRIEND

› CRYPTIC

› AN EXCHANGE

› CHASING A GHOST

› THE LAMP

MULTIPLE

› SHARK WEEK

› CUDDLING

› PROTECTIVE

› HOW THEY REACT WHEN THEY FIND OUT THEIR ONE NIGHT STAND HAD A CHILD

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[cvnt4him]

Hey, you! Yeah you! Have you ever read one of 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡4ℎ𝑖𝑚'𝑠 fics and wanted a part two? No? Well now you do.

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I've made alot of fics and I will be creating part twos for those I said I would, and those some people would like.

You can come here for both parts of many different stories, or go to my 𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡!; a multitude of izuku based things created by yours truly<3

Vengeance is mine. Part two! coming soon!

sypnosis ➥ your supposed to be other half cheated on you, one again. You forget to cancel an event you and some friends agreed to go to. izuku saw how upset you were and helps you out with a 'good time'.

This is what friends do. Part two! coming soon!

sypnosis ➥ you and izuku are very close friends, he thinks of you as one of his best. He often gets asked questions such as his feelings for you. It gets him thinking quite hard....

ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 .ᐟ

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walking in on bestie!zuku. Part two! coming soon!

synopsis ➥ your best friend comes home from college, he 'forgets' to notify you that hes back. You two get into an altercation that leaves him being pouty with you. You storm over to confront him and behold yourself to quite the breathtaking sight..

PH!zuku fucking his fans?! Part two! coming soon!

synopsis ➥ pro hero!zuku takes his fans to 'pound town' when he needs a break from the rough hero life. [I cringed]

bunny!izu hc. bunny!izu fic/ new series. coming soon!

synopsis ➥ bunny!izu x human!reader, an AU yuzuya has created that I will write out with a couple of my own details, find yuzuya and his AU on patreon, youtube, and audiomack<3

vigilante!izu. Part two! coming soon!

synopsis ➥ comfort with vigilante! izuku, your boyfriend went away for some time without telling you properly and out of the blue surprised you with a not so friendly surprise.

izu's touchy bestfriend. Undecided.

synopsis ➥ izu has quite the touchy bestie, it's unintentional of course! you just love you some izu!! izuku decided this is the final straw and pulls you away and uses you right then and there! but of course;, he wants more..

[saoney]

Skyfall .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⭑ Satoru Gojo + [Fem! Reader] .ᐟ

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 Eldoria was built on lies and blood. [Y/N], the sheltered princess, lived her life unaware of the sins her parents committed to secure their kingdom’s golden age. But the ghosts of the past do not rest. Satoru Gojo, the last survivor of a kingdom destroyed by Eldoria’s greed, returns with a vengeance. When the night of his conquest leaves [Y/N] orphaned and her kingdom in ruins, Satoru spares her life—but only to make her his captive bride. In a world of betrayal, power, and obsession, can love bloom in the shadow of vengeance? Or will the weight of their broken kingdoms destroy them both?

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 Dark Romance, Drama, Historical Fantasy, Revenge, Tragedy, Slow Burn

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 Graphic Violence, Death of Loved Ones, Emotional and Physical Abuse Themes, Forced Marriage, Power Imbalance, Themes of Revenge and Obsession, Psychological Manipulation, Trauma and PTSD Representation, Mature Themes

🔖 masterlist

Prologue: The Fall of Two Kingdoms

The Kingdom of Eldoria was once a place of beauty and prosperity. Nestled in the heart of a fertile valley, it flourished under the reign of King Takeshi and Queen Sakura. The land was rich with emerald fields and glistening rivers. Its people lived in harmony, their bellies full, their hearts light. The castle—grand and serene—stood at the center of it all, a testament to the wisdom and care of its rulers. Princess [Y/N], the crown jewel of the kingdom, had known nothing but peace, sheltered by the soft glow of love from her parents. She was a fairy tale princess in every sense of the word, with her laughter filling the halls, and her days spent in the sunlight.

But in the shadows, unseen by the innocent eyes of [Y/N], there was a darker story—a story that would unravel her world in a single night.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

Satoru Gojo’s Kingdom, now a ruin, had once been a jewel of power and wealth. The Kingdom of Icaris, vast and majestic, was ruled by Satoru’s parents: King Hiroshi and Queen Aiko. They were known for their strength, their wisdom, and the prosperity they commanded. But their kindness had blinded them to the greedy ambitions of their neighbors, and their enemies had grown ever more numerous.

In secret, the Kingdom of Eldoria had waged a war against Icaris, one that would tear the heart from Satoru’s world. Led by the ambition of the Eldorian rulers, it was a war disguised as diplomacy. Eldoria, hidden behind a veil of peace talks, attacked in the dead of night, burning the lands of Icaris to ash, leaving nothing but the ruins of a once-great kingdom. The reason behind the attack was simple: wealth. Eldoria had taken what was rightfully Icaris’s—gold, jewels, resources, everything that had kept Icaris flourishing for centuries. With the treasures from Icaris, Eldoria’s kingdom soared even higher, while Satoru’s people were reduced to ghosts.

But even in the aftermath, no one knew the full extent of the devastation. The royal family of Icaris—Satoru’s parents—were slain without mercy. Satoru, a mere child of ten, watched as his world crumbled around him. His parents, his kingdom, his legacy—all reduced to nothing in a single night.

Satoru was left alone, wandering the ashes of his homeland with nothing but the cold wind and the ghosts of his fallen people. Only Suguru Geto, his right-hand man, remained by his side. Together, they swore vengeance. They would burn down the kingdom that had done this. And they would claim the riches that had been stolen from his people.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

Years passed.

Satoru grew from a child filled with rage into a man forged in the fires of loss and vengeance. His heart hardened, but his mind remained sharp. Suguru was always by his side, an unyielding force, his right hand in every battle, every plan. Together, they grew their army, an unstoppable force driven by hatred for the royal family of Eldoria and the destruction they had wrought upon Icaris and its people.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

It was a night like any other when Eldoria’s peaceful world was torn apart.

The kingdom had grown soft, the people lulled into a false sense of security. Princess [Y/N], now a woman of [Y/N’s Age], had inherited the beauty and grace of her mother, Queen Sakura. She had never known a day of hardship. Her life was filled with courtly dances, lovely dresses, and the adoration of her people. Her heart was light, full of laughter, filled with hopes for a future of love and peace.

Until, one fateful night, when the sky above the kingdom cracked with the sound of thunder. War had come for Eldoria’s kingdom, but not in the form of an army, not in the traditional sense. No, it came from the sea, from the air, from the very heart of the storm.

Ships—vast and black—emerged from the horizon, cutting through the waters with eerie precision. They were not of this world. They were foreign, strange, the flags raised upon their masts bearing a symbol of an unknown kingdom—a symbol that struck fear into the hearts of Eldoria’s court. Pirates, they called them. But [Y/N] knew, even before the first arrow was fired, that these were no mere raiders. They were soldiers on a mission of vengeance. They were coming for the blood of her people.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

In the span of a single night, the kingdom fell.

The gates of the castle were breached with terrifying ease. Guards were slaughtered in the halls. Fires broke out in the kitchens, the stables, the towers. The castle that had once gleamed with the light of peace was now consumed by smoke and flames. The royal family, in their final moments, tried to flee—but it was too late.

[Y/N] was the last to see her parents alive. King Takeshi and Queen Sakura were dragged from their chambers, their faces pale with fear, their hands trembling as they pleaded for their lives. [Y/N] could hear their screams as the invaders dragged them through the corridors. And then, they were gone.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

And then, Satoru Gojo entered her world.

He was not a man. Not in the way she thought. He was a force, a presence that tore through the remnants of her kingdom like a storm, burning everything in his path. His eyes, cold as ice, locked onto her the moment he saw her. The woman who had once been his enemy’s daughter. His only living witness to the greed and destruction that had annihilated his world.

[Y/N] had never seen anything like him. He was a prince, yes, but he was no longer one of the regal kind. He was a killer. A man bent on revenge, dressed in the blood of his enemies. But when his eyes fell on her, there was something else there. Something darker.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

“You are mine now.”

He said it as if it were a decree. A promise. An act of ownership. As if her life—her soul—belonged to him. And for a moment, [Y/N] couldn’t even comprehend it. She was too numb with the loss of her parents, too broken by the horrors she’d witnessed. But then, as he raised his hand to claim her, something in her snapped. Her voice, so fragile yet defiant, finally broke through the terror.

“No…” she whispered, her eyes filled with unshed tears.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

Satoru’s laugh was like ice scraping against metal.

“You think you have a choice?” His voice was smooth, calculating, yet there was a fire in his gaze. “You’re the last of your royal line. There’s nothing left for you but me.”

The darkness in his eyes told her everything. This was not just revenge. This was ownership. This was power.

The castle crumbled beneath them, and [Y/N]’s life as she knew it ended.

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[ultr4vjolence]

@ULTR4VJOLENCE MISC RECS .ᐟ

𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ AARON HOTCHNER

ᥫ᭡ a joyful future

a criminal minds big family!au where aaron gets the love and security he deserves.

ᥫ᭡ agents and asphodel

you hand in your resignation to the BAU.

there is no fanfare, no warning. one minute you’re there, and three weeks later, you’re gone, ousted at the insistence of strauss. but an unknown past holds the key to your personal horror story, one that you thought ended years before and is back with a vengeance — one set on taking you far, far away from the people you call your family.

ᥫ᭡ of terrible coffee and late-night rides

he watches you. maybe the two beers are going to his head, despite his infamous reputation as a heavyweight — all he knows is that his eyes follow as you slip through the crowds, sending beaming grins to some people you know from the office, and... you don’t know, do you? you don’t know how you make people feel. how you make every person you lay eyes on feel like they’re the only one you see; like they’re one in a million. important. you capture their attention with just one look and you keep it, too. you never go away — you burrow yourself into his brain and make a place for yourself there and—

their brains. that’s what he meant.

or: moments throughout your relationship with one aaron hotchner.

ᥫ᭡ moments

agent aaron hotchner, your boss, absolutely hated you. he was suspicious of your true intentions. but you were determined to prove yourself to him, no matter how long it took. or— the long, painful, winding road it takes for you and aaron to get your happily ever after.

ᥫ᭡ intelligence & issues

you’ve been working for the BAU for almost a year now. you know how you feel about your supervisor, but you also know it’s a lost cause. when the next case the BAU is assigned takes the team to your hometown, will it bring the two of you closer, or rip you apart for good?

ᥫ᭡ a hard day’s night

after graduation from the FBI Academy, all new agents go through a year of new agent training before becoming official agents of the bureau. by some stroke of luck, you get assigned to complete your training with the department you’ve always wanted to join— the behavioral analysis unit. you signed up for a year of profiling, case work, and catching serial killers, but you’re in for more than you could ever dream of…

ᥫ᭡ wanna be yours

professor hotchner’s criminal law class has a reputation. professor hotchner has a reputation. on your first day, you manage to draw his anger. he seems to hate you. what happens behind closed doors... that’s a different story.

ᥫ᭡ accidents

as the newest member of the BAU, you had nothing but professional respect for your boss, ssa aaron hotchner. sure, he was an attractive man, but your mind had never strayed even close to considering him as anything more than a capable and accomplished unit chief. this changes drastically through a series of “accidents” and in the end, there is nothing professional about your relationship anymore.

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ SPENCER REID

ᥫ᭡ 3

is it okay to do wrong things for the right reasons? they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions (feat. unsub reader). this is not a love story. there will be no happy ending.

ᥫ᭡ phoenix

it’d been 10 weeks since spencer died in your arms. at least, that’s what you thought. (rewrite of the emily/doyle arc with spencer taking emily’s place)

ᥫ᭡ be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

“i love you, i love you,” he murmured between pecks. tangled in the sheets, his long arms still enveloped your form as he peeked up at the small clock on the bedside table behind you, a heavy sigh promptly escaping his lungs as he read the time, “but i really gotta get up and go to work…”

ᥫ᭡ here to misbehave

spencer spots you at a nightclub and quickly becomes smitten. only problem is he’s an FBI agent and you’re under 21.

ᥫ᭡ domesticity

reader gets worked up watching spencer with kids. he notices.

ᥫ᭡ santa’s gift

reader asks her husband what he wants for christmas.

ᥫ᭡ sunscreen & statistics

reader asks for spencer’s help putting on sunscreen (and washing it off after).

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ AEGON II TARGARYEN

ᥫ᭡ when the world is crashing down

your family is house celtigar, one of rhaenyra’s wealthiest allies. in the aftermath of rook’s rest, aemond unknowingly conscripts you to save his brother’s life. now you are in the lair of the enemy, but your loyalties are quickly shifting…

ᥫ᭡ north to the future

the year is 1999. you are just beginning your veterinary practice in juneau, alaska. aegon is a mysterious, troubled newcomer to town. you kind of hate him. you are also kind of obsessed with him. falling for him might legitimately ruin your life… but can you help it? oh, and there’s a serial killer on the loose known only as the ‘ice fisher.’

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ AEMOND TARGARYEN

ᥫ᭡ the pawn in every lover’s game

when you’re ten, your father sends you to king’s landing to befriend a princess and woo a prince. a lioness growing up amongst dragons is a dangerous thing indeed.

ᥫ᭡ children of the empire

you are the eldest daughter of rhaenyra, princess of dragonstone, and twin to her heir, prince jacaerys. when your younger brother assails your uncle in a childhood squabble, your grandsire, the king viserys, offers your hand in marriage as payment for aemond’s lost eye. plighted in a match that is beheld by many and desired by none, you find yourself alone in a nest of vipers, forced to watch as your mother and the queen maneuver and vie for influence within the court and the realm. despite your youth, fears, and insecurity, you know you must apply your will and wits to one claim or another, but this choice becomes more and more difficult as you find yourself further entrenched within the family who would see your mother and siblings fed to the flames.

ᥫ᭡ studious

your marriage to the one-eyed prince is not as romantic as you hoped. the wedding night is beyond awkward and confusing, and afterward, your husband seems more than content to ignore you. but you keep finding yourself drawn to him, and the strange way he makes you feel.

ᥫ᭡ to make them love me (and make it seem effortless)

you clutch the collar of his shirt. “why do you want to marry me, aemond?”

he looks down at you, and his hands twitch by his sides, no doubt wanting to feel your warmth permeate through your clothes. he can feel your heart hammering underneath your ribs, and he’s sure that if you slide your hands lower, you could feel his racing similarly. your body melds so perfectly to his, and you breathe in sync, as if engaged in a dance of their own. every molecule of your body thrums to life underneath his fingers, every second that passes between you is charged with a tension that threatens to push the both of you over the precipice, and still you do not see.

he hates that, even with one eye, he does.

you await his answer with bated breath, but he sees the way your eyes briefly flicker down to his lips.

ᥫ᭡ take me to the lakes (where all the poets went to die)

you and prince aemond hadn’t seen each other for years since you left the red keep. now, you’re back.

ᥫ᭡ comet donati

sex, drugs, boy bands. you are a kinda-therapist recruited (via nepotism) to help comet donati through a recent crisis. things are casual with aegon, very not-casual with aemond. loosely inspired by one direction.

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ JOEL MILLER

ᥫ᭡ i know it when i see it

it’s the golden age of porn. sex and sin are the national pastime. you fled your suffocating small town to make dirty movies in the big city. you’re paired with joel miller for your first scene.

pornstar!joel miller AU

ᥫ᭡ allowed to be happy

while snowed in on a scouting mission, you tell dina the story of how you and joel met.

ᥫ᭡ mercy.

in a dog-eat-dog world of sliced throats and broken bones in exchange for primal survival, begging for mercy should have been the very last resort.

especially when a certain survivor was holding you at gunpoint.

ᥫ᭡ mr. rattlebone

settled in at jackson, joel and reader avoid their feelings for each other for their own safety.

ᥫ᭡ guard duty

guard duty was absolutely the worst, you thought to yourself with a bitter sense of resolution, but at least it meant some peace and quiet. the watchtower was set directly above the main entrance gate to jackson, a closed off wooden structure with stairs leading to the inside and an outer catwalk circulating it.

sometimes, the town could get on your nerves with how full of life and bustling it seemed to be; but you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. that sort of thing was a hidden oasis in a world like this, almost too good to be true, and you knew you were lucky to be part of it, even if it meant never ending guard duties at the early hours of morning, when the sun still wouldn’t be out for quite some time.

you sighed again.

“if you sigh one more time,” joel muttered in a monotonous voice, “i swear, i’m gonna throw you outta this window.”

ᥫ᭡ too early, too cold

early mornings are always slow, specially during winter.

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ BELLAMY BLAKE

ᥫ᭡ sub rosa

it’s easy to think that you’re swimming in the sky. floating with the stars, weaving between them, part of the sky, the way you always dreamed you could be.

or, a clarke griffin!twin, bellamy blake x reader rewrite for the 100. complete.

ᥫ᭡ in this new light

slow, soft and sleepy morning sex.

ᥫ᭡ pretty fixation, wicked temptation

you and bellamy had spent a one-hundred-and-twenty-five years in cryosleep. a century of not touching each other catches up to both of you but finding somewhere to satiate your urges undisturbed is quite difficult. maybe a new planet will be just the place. but first, what’s a little challenge to heighten the tension?

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A C C E S S G R A N T E D. . .

ultr4vjolence © 2023 .ᐟ

[x-hearts-u]

𐔌𐔌 vengefulcatgender .ᐟ

𐔌 . 𓎟 a gender that feels connected to cats and full of vengeance ᐟ｡୧ ꒱

made for one of our fictives <3

@radiomogai @obscurian @colablob @catgender-archiver

[mylovesstuffs]

📖 My Little Tumblr Library

Last Updated: 17.02.2025

💭 just a place where i keep track of all the fics i’m reading (and have read)! will be moving them from one section to another as i progress. have no intention of bothering authors with this—i just like to keep track, or else i forget...

ⓘ will keep updating as i go! currently in the process of sorting this out since, apparently, you can't mention more than 50 accounts in one post.

⇘ : : — ┊ To Read [🌱] — no sequence

whatever you say, boyfriend - chs by @bookyeom

NEEDLE IN THE HAY by @hannieehaee

Show 'Em How It's Done by @svtiddiess

too nice | hjs by @mochacoda

one and the same | k.mg by @cherriegyuu

[teaser] what is love? | chs by @mochacoda

pairing: joshua x fem!reader by @cherriegyuu

Vengeance (c.hs) by @sailorsoons

━☆ first kiss with seventeen: joshua by @etherealyoungk

☆ kim mingyu x fem!reader ⇢ domestic fluff, established relationship au. by @fxstpace

special treatment (m) - chapter 12 + written chapter by @princessleechan

Excuse me : Soulmate!Mingyu by @smileysuh

⭑.ᐟ Domesticity - Xu Minghao x reader by @sylverstar

mystery of love | jeon wonwoo by @seokminfilm

across the room by @straylightdream

13 reasons why | reason no.13: the coffee shop is kid-friendly by @lily-blue

lost in translation ♾️ minghao x reader. by @ylangelegy

CONTOUR LINES (18+) by @naniwatig3r

My Baby, My Sugar | J. Ww by @thedensworld

neurosurgeon wonwoo x reader x neurologist jihoon by @thepixelelf

Don't Play Games (my heart is too fragile) by @cheers-to-you-th

Wild Goose Chase - W.JH by @nothoughtsjustfic

Hello, Darling (c.hs) by @sailorsoons

into it | joshua hong by @seokminfilm

What’s My Age Again? by @milfgyuu

the gambit —- y.jh by @miniseokminnies

if i loved you less by @heartepub

HELP! My Neighbor is an Alien a Porn Star — h.joshua by @kwanisms

blurring the lines (teaser) by @amourcheol

⇘ : : — ┊ Currently Reading [🥢]

not for sale (mingyu x reader) by @xinganhao

nothing new series masterlist | jeon wonwoo by @wonwootattoo

⇘ : : — ┊ Finished Reading [✔️]

[isforever]

ᝰ  …  i  know  you're  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  for  vengeance,  vaggie  ,  𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚  𝙤𝙪𝙩  𝙛𝙤𝙧  𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙  !  but  you  only  stand  a  chance  if  you're  out  for  love  …  [  OUT  FOR  LOVE  ,  OUT  FOR  LOVE  !  ]  think  of  who  you  care  about  ,  𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼  and  be  out  for  love  ,  love  !  you're  gonna  fight  without  gloves  if  you're  out  for  love  .ᐟ

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[greedbent]

kaz remains the youngest gang leader in the barrel, and this as much means he's formidable as he is an insolent and disrespectful upstart to the kingpins who are decades his senior

he stands for the underdogs, in a way, taking in strays that no other gang will—because if he started from nothing, then he can just as easily bring out the potential in anyone he comes across

on another note, though, it's easy to forget how young he is with the way he acts, the way he was forced to grow up before he should have

bc yeah, outwardly, he looks like he's got his shit together, like he's endlessly scheming, endlessly ten steps ahead of everyone around him, etc. but homie no if he's got nothing else, he absolutely has an incredible poker face

99% of the time, yes, he's fumbling along this road of vengeance yes, he's hiding behind literal layers bc he can't show weakness—certainly not now that he's come this far yes, he absolutely disrespects his seniors bc he hates what they stand for and what he's had to become to have any leverage over them

kaz is legitimately just overflowing with hurt and rage and just an entire hurricane of emotions he never learned how to process; he really is still a broken child beneath the legend he's built around himself. but damn if he isn't good at pretending otherwise ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

[purpleavenger]

‘ it's bullshit .ᐟ ’ is what she ( wants ) to say , but besides an adjustment in posture , efficiently holds it back . for that would be childish , an outburst that gets her nowhere — only supporting the idea that she should be kept on standby ; for more than a short period . “ you can't make an exception .ᐣ like — what if you need me from the get go .ᐣ or the comms get shut off .ᐣ y'know i can be a total wiz at that . . . ”

she's attempting to sound as casual as possible , as if the heroine isn't grasping for straws here . steve is sweet , dishes out tough love rather than icy cold words meant to wound . the girl doesn't take him for a pushover , no , but she’d push her luck with anyone who’d listen . 

“ i’m not trying to get vengeance on these guys or anything . m ‘ just — don't like that i’m breaking routine ‘ n whatever . i get antsy . ” the admission is genuine , a couple steps away from pouting . agents try not to be honest — but she isn't like all the others . that's why she's in the avengers , no .ᐣ that brings all sorts of pros & cons .

there is some hesitance in the way steve lowers his hands to rest at his hips, as he contemplates her question for a moment. it’s not as though he is unfamiliar with resistance to being benched, or even simply not hitting the front lines from the get-go because of any injury regardless of severity. hell, he’s guilty as any of the others for being stubborn about such a thing. they’re all so quick to insist they’re fine, good to go, for the sake of getting back out there, doing what they can, keeping busy, proving their worth, all of the above.

but as a team leader, he had the responsibility of ( hypocritically ) putting his foot down and making calls that he believed were best for his team. he never liked benching anyone, and no one ever liked being benched. it was rarely ever personal.

“you’re on standby, so you’ll only tap in and engage if we need you in a pinch. we want to make sure you’re healed up enough before hitting the frontlines again, that’s all. it’s the same call we’d make for anyone in your position, you know that.”

[manor-tea-time]

Sands of Time Warm-up Event - Delilah’s Paranormal Parlor:

The kettle whistles as a faint chatter fill the room as the Glass Artist and the Sleepwalker recover after a long day of straining matches. Warm cider and coca are dispersed as faint comforts, but a distracting aura of mischievous spirits is too much of a distraction. It creates a curious, yet cautious question that hangs in the air. Could the dead interact with the living within these cursed halls?

Within this small event, dear detectives, perhaps you and your muses can find out!

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Event Details:

In this event, Delilah and Jamie aim to properly get to know some of their spectral friends, "Vengeance", "Guiding Hand", and "Calming Aura." Meaning that each of the trio will be temporarily open for asks, rps, and other general questioning.

I will say, the trio are all background characters for other characters on the blog, so do take this as a moment to ask questions that the usual lads might not answer as easily!

The main things I ask when pertaining to this event are as follows:

-Please follow the general blog rules.

-Please specify which ghost you'd like to "summon" for an ask. If not, it might automatically default to being answered by Delilah or Jamie.

-Keep in mind this event will go on during the final Sands of Time event, unlike the previous warmups. Think of it like a last hurrah!

-And of course, Have fun!

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

[yanderegrizzsworld]

hellloooo love your stuff may i humbly ask for what if for sonic, shadow and sliver when they're s/o is kidnapped/ and or in danger thank you have a nice day- /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ anon

Imagine: Romantic Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog & Silver the Hedgehog where the reader is kidnapped

TW/CW: Mentions of abduction/bruises/death

Sonic the Hedgehog:

Any thought of you being captured rarely crosses his mind as he believes that he can keep you secure from any form of danger. He often claims to be your guard, keeping any menace away from harming you & that with him, fear will never pester in your mind.

Whether he witnesses the abduction himself or gets word of it, his reaction is alike. This breaks the blue blur's fantasy of being your advocate in which he immediately rushes to your rescue, even if ordered or advised not to by Amy or Tails.

His recklessness earns him a scolding from Amy, stating that he could've attracted more enemies because of his actions. Sonic would be nimble at declaring that your safety was at risk & if anything were to have happened to you or worse, he'd never forgive himself.

Shadow the Hedgehog:

With his time working for GUN, Shadow has seen the horrors of what one is capable of when pushed, pressured or given the opportunity to attain their goal, even if the action(s) is/are dubious. Work there has taught the hedgehog that exhibiting even the smallest bit of vulnerability is like throwing a rat in a pit full of famished vipers, waiting to be unexpectedly consumed by those who'll exploit it.

Your lack of presence already has him a bit irked, but when he gets words of your abduction, not even Rouge can cease him from utilizing chaos control to find you. Every worst case scenario plays in his mind like a projector, from lapis & amethyst bruises coating your body to a broken bone or leg to your corpse, destitute from any life left & this just frustrates Shadow more & more.

The ultimate life form is off on a pursuit for vengeance, whether you're injured or not doesn't matter to him. In his eyes, he failed at upholding your safety above all & deems this one of his greatest failures, no matter how much you try to reason with him, spilling the abductor's blood is how he believes to redeem himself.

Silver the Hedgehog:

Paranoia & dubiety are no stranger to the otherwise upbeat hedgehog, allowing him to give others the hope that he lacked back in his timeline. Silver is very much aware of the horrors that one can do, whatever the reason may be, & while some he considers worse than others he still strives to make sure Sonic's future isn't as bleak as his own.

No amount of reassurance from Blaze can calm the telekinetic hedgehog after he learns of your kidnapping, delirious questions being thrown at Amy, Rouge or Tails of your whereabouts are enough to want whoever hears to rip their ears off. If taking too long, he deems it necessary that he locates you himself despite Blaze's warnings & Amy demanding he be patient.

Prepare for not having any personal space for the next few days/weeks when you're saved, he constantly looks like he's about to cry or breakdown at any moment, making you feel as if walking around eggshells with him. He doesn't mean to distress you, he swears! He feels like his soul got crushed when he heard of the abduction & much worse if he were to have found any injuries on you, he'll refuse to leave you alone unless you get Blaze to aid.

[saoney]

Skyfall .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⭑ Satoru Gojo + [Fem! Reader] .ᐟ

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 Eldoria was built on lies and blood. [Y/N], the sheltered princess, lived her life unaware of the sins her parents committed to secure their kingdom’s golden age. But the ghosts of the past do not rest. Satoru Gojo, the last survivor of a kingdom destroyed by Eldoria’s greed, returns with a vengeance. When the night of his conquest leaves [Y/N] orphaned and her kingdom in ruins, Satoru spares her life—but only to make her his captive bride. In a world of betrayal, power, and obsession, can love bloom in the shadow of vengeance? Or will the weight of their broken kingdoms destroy them both?

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬 Dark Romance, Drama, Historical Fantasy, Revenge, Tragedy, Slow Burn

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 Graphic Violence, Death of Loved Ones, Emotional and Physical Abuse Themes, Forced Marriage, Power Imbalance, Themes of Revenge and Obsession, Psychological Manipulation, Trauma and PTSD Representation, Mature Themes

🔖 masterlist

Chapter 1: An Eye for an Eye

The kingdom of Eldoria shimmered beneath the midday sun, its white stone walls gleaming like polished pearls. Golden banners bearing the royal crest fluttered in the gentle breeze, announcing to all that this was no ordinary day. It was a day of celebration—the [Y/N Age] birthday of Princess [Y/N], the beloved jewel of Eldoria.

The marketplace buzzed with excitement. Merchants called out their wares, offering trinkets and sweets crafted in honor of the princess’s special day. Children ran through the cobblestone streets, their laughter mingling with the music played by wandering minstrels. Flowers of every hue adorned the archways, filling the air with a heady perfume that seemed to embody the joy of the kingdom.

In the grand palace atop the hill, the King and Queen were a picture of regal pride. King Takeshi, with his imposing stature and kind, weathered face, stood at the head of the banquet hall, overseeing the preparations for the evening’s feast. Beside him, Queen Sakura, her emerald-green gown flowing like liquid silk, directed the servants with the grace of someone who had long mastered the art of ruling a kingdom with both strength and compassion.

“More lilies on the table,” Sakura said to a nearby servant, her tone gentle but firm. “They’re her favorite.”

Takeshi chuckled, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “If we keep going like this, the entire palace will be a garden by the time she arrives.”

Sakura turned to him with a smile that spoke of decades of partnership. “Our daughter deserves the very best, Takeshi. Let her have her garden for today.”

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

In her chamber, [Y/N] stood before a tall mirror, her reflection framed by the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the window. She wore a gown of pale gold, the fabric catching the light with every movement. Her long, dark hair was braided intricately, studded with tiny pearls that shimmered like stars.

Her handmaiden, Mira, fussed over the final touches, adjusting the delicate necklace that rested on [Y/N]’s collarbone. “You look like a dream, Your Highness,” Mira said, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

[Y/N]’s cheeks flushed, and she let out a soft laugh. “It’s just another birthday, Mira.”

“Not just any birthday,” Mira corrected. “The whole kingdom is celebrating you today. They love you, Princess. We all do.”

[Y/N] turned to the window, gazing out at the bustling city below. Her heart swelled at the sight of her people’s joy, the very same joy her parents had worked tirelessly to protect and nurture.

“I only hope I can live up to their expectations,” she murmured.

“You will,” Mira said with certainty, not once her admiration towards the princess waver. “You already have.”

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the palace courtyard transformed into a wonderland of light and sound. Lanterns hung from every tree, their golden glow casting a magical ambiance over the gathering. Long tables were laden with an array of dishes—roasted meats, honey-glazed pastries, and fruits so vibrant they seemed plucked from a dream. Goblets of sparkling cider clinked together as laughter filled the air.

[Y/N] sat at the head of the grand table beside her parents, her face radiant with happiness. Her father raised a toast, his voice booming with pride.

“To Princess [Y/N],” Takeshi declared, “the light of our lives and the future of Eldoria!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices echoing through the courtyard. [Y/N] felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she raised her own goblet, smiling at the faces that had gathered to celebrate her.

Midway through the feast, a group of children approached the royal table, their tiny hands clutching garlands of flowers they had woven themselves. The youngest, a girl no older than seven, stepped forward hesitantly, her wide eyes fixed on [Y/N].

“Princess [Y/N],” the girl said, her voice trembling with both fear and excitement, “happy birthday. We made these for you.”

[Y/N] knelt to their level, her smile warm and genuine. “Thank you,” she said, accepting the garlands with care. “They’re beautiful. Just like all of you.”

The children beamed, their nervousness fading. Another girl, slightly older, spoke up. “When we grow up, we want to be just like you, Princess. Kind and beautiful.”

[Y/N]’s heart swelled with emotion. “You are already beautiful,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “And if you keep kindness in your hearts, you’ll be even more than you dream of.”

The children giggled, their faces alight with joy, before running back into the crowd. [Y/N] watched them go, her chest tight with a mix of love and responsibility.

As the night wore on, the celebration showed no signs of slowing. Music played, couples danced, and laughter rang out into the cool night air. [Y/N] felt as though the world was wrapped in a cocoon of light and warmth, untouched by anything dark or cruel.

But beyond the glow of the lanterns, the shadows of the night stretched long and deep. And far away, an army marched under the cover of darkness, their purpose as unyielding as the steel of their blades.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

The peace of Eldoria shattered like fragile glass under the weight of a nightmare. While the kingdom celebrated, unaware of the looming threat, shadows crept closer—an army of vengeance cloaked in the night.

The attack began with terrifying precision. Arrows lit with fire streaked across the sky, igniting the city’s gates and towers. Explosions rocked the walls of the once-impenetrable fortress, and screams of panic replaced the joyful music of the festivities.

Satoru Gojo’s forces swept through Eldoria like a relentless storm, sparing no one in their path. The guards, caught off guard and drunk from the celebrations, scrambled to organize a defense, but it was futile. Satoru had planned every detail, exploiting the kingdom’s arrogance and overconfidence.

In the throne room, King Takeshi and Queen Sakura received the news with dread. The royal guards burst into the hall, their faces pale and weapons drawn.

“My King, the city is under attack!” one guard shouted.

Takeshi rose from his seat, his commanding presence faltering for the first time in years. “How is this possible? Eldoria’s walls have never been breached!”

“It’s… it’s an army, Your Majesty,” the guard stammered. “Led by… by Satoru Gojo.”

Sakura gasped, her hand flying to her chest. The name was a ghost from their past, a shadow of the sins they thought buried.

Takeshi turned to his wife, his face grim. “Take [Y/N] to safety. Now.”

“No,” Sakura said firmly, tears pooling in her eyes. “Not without you.”

“We don’t have time to argue,” Takeshi snapped. “She’s our daughter, Sakura. If we fall, she must survive.”

The queen nodded, swallowing her grief. She summoned two trusted servants and gripped her daughter’s shoulders, her emerald eyes searching [Y/N]’s face.

“You must go,” Sakura said, her voice trembling but resolute. “Do not look back, no matter what happens.”

“Mother, Father—what’s happening?” [Y/N]’s voice quivered with fear, her gaze darting between them. “I don’t understand!”

“There’s no time to explain,” Takeshi said, pulling her into a brief but fierce embrace. “Just know that we love you more than anything.”

The throne room doors burst open with a thunderous crash, shards of wood scattering across the marble floor. Satoru Gojo entered, flanked by his soldiers, his presence a storm that sucked all warmth from the room. The gilded splendor of Eldoria’s throne room now felt suffocating, as if even the air recoiled from his fury.

Takeshi rose to his full height, his sword in hand, his face a mask of grim determination. “Satoru Gojo,” he said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hand. “You dare invade my kingdom?”

“Your kingdom,” Satoru echoed, his tone a venomous mockery. His piercing blue eyes locked onto Takeshi with an intensity that made even the guards falter. “You speak as though you’ve forgotten the blood spilled to build it. My people’s blood.”

Sakura stepped forward, her voice trembling but firm. “We gave you mercy, Satoru. We could have done worse.”

“Mercy?” Satoru barked, his laughter sharp and bitter. “You razed my home, butchered my family, and called it mercy? No, Queen Sakura. Tonight, I show you what true mercy looks like.”

With that, he unsheathed his blade, the sound like a serpent’s hiss.

The clash was immediate and brutal. Takeshi charged first, his sword aimed straight for Satoru’s heart. Satoru sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid, almost graceful. Their blades met in a violent symphony of steel, sparks flying with every strike.

“You’ve grown old, Takeshi,” Satoru sneered, his voice laced with disdain. “And weak.”

Takeshi’s strikes grew desperate, his swings fueled by fury and fear. Sakura joined the fray, her dagger slicing through the air as she aimed for Satoru’s side. He caught her wrist mid-thrust, his grip ironclad.

“You fight well for a queen,” he said mockingly, his voice low. “But not well enough.”

With a savage twist, he disarmed her, sending the dagger clattering across the floor. Takeshi lunged again, but Satoru parried with a brutal counterstrike that sent the king stumbling.

“You stole everything from me!” Satoru roared, his voice cracking with raw emotion. “My family. My home. My future!”

With one final, devastating blow, he drove his blade through Takeshi’s chest. The king’s gasp was a guttural sound, his body collapsing to the floor. Sakura let out a piercing scream, her grief palpable as she knelt beside her fallen husband.

Tears streaked her face as she turned to Satoru, her voice breaking. “You monster… You’ll pay for this.”

Satoru’s gaze softened for a fleeting moment—a flicker of hesitation, almost imperceptible. Then it hardened again. “Not before you do.”

With a cold, calculated strike, he ended her life. The queen fell beside her king, their blood pooling together on the marble floor.

“Find the princess,” Satoru commanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “Bring her to me.”

Suguru Geto nodded, his loyalty unwavering. But deep down, he feels and immense satisfaction as Eldoria falls into shamble. “It will be done.”

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

The echoes of battle still roared outside the palace walls as [Y/N] stumbled through the labyrinthine passages beneath the throne room. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her legs trembling with every step. The distant sound of screams and clashing steel filled her ears, a horrifying symphony of chaos.

“Why?” she whispered to herself, her voice choked with tears. “What is happening?”

The once-familiar corridors now felt like a maze, every shadow a potential threat. Her mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of terror and confusion. She clutched the edges of her gown, lifting it as she ran, the hem already stained with soot and blood.

She thought of her parents, of her mother’s trembling hands as she pushed her toward the secret passage. “Go, [Y/N]. Don’t look back.” But she had looked back. She had seen the terror in her father’s eyes, the way he gripped his sword as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.

The guards found her before she could escape. Their heavy footsteps echoed like drumbeats, and their shadows loomed over her before their hands did. She screamed, her voice raw and hoarse, thrashing against their grip.

“Let me go!” she cried, her nails clawing at their arms. “Please, let me go!”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. They dragged her back to the throne room, her heels scraping against the marble, leaving faint streaks behind.

The throne room was drenched in the stench of death and fire. The once-grand marble floor, now smeared with blood and ash, bore the marks of a kingdom’s final battle. Flames danced along the shredded remains of Eldoria’s banners, casting eerie shadows on the ruined walls.

Satoru Gojo stood at the center of the devastation, his piercing blue eyes cold and unyielding. In his hand, he gripped the bloodied hilt of his sword, its tip resting against the cracked crest of Eldoria carved into the marble. The bodies of King Takeshi and Queen Sakura lay crumpled before the throne, their faces frozen in expressions of defiance even in death.

“Bring her here,” Satoru commanded, his voice a sharp, merciless blade.

[Y/N] was dragged into the room, her delicate frame barely able to hold itself upright as the soldiers flung her onto the bloodstained floor. Her golden hair spilled across her face as she gasped, her body trembling from the cold reality sinking into her bones.

Her wide emerald eyes darted around, desperate to make sense of the chaos. Then they found them—her parents.

“No,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. She scrambled forward on her hands and knees, her fingers trembling as they reached for the lifeless forms of her mother and father.

“No! Mama! Papa!” she screamed, the sound raw and piercing as it echoed through the ruined hall.

Satoru stepped closer, his boots crushing glass and debris beneath their weight. He grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to her feet with little regard for her struggle.

“Look at them,” he ordered, his voice a venomous snarl. He twisted her toward the lifeless bodies. “Look at the price they’ve paid for their sins.”

“No!” [Y/N] shrieked, trying to turn away, to shut out the sight. But Satoru’s iron grip held her firm, forcing her to confront the horror before her.

“They loved you, didn’t they?” he hissed, his voice dripping with scorn. “So much that they thought their lies and their tyranny wouldn’t catch up to them. But love doesn’t erase blood spilled in greed.”

Her knees buckled, but he held her upright, dragging her closer to the throne where their blood pooled. “You think they were heroes,” he spat, his fury unrelenting. “They weren’t. They were thieves, murderers who cloaked themselves in righteousness. They stole everything from me—my family, my home, my people.”

Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head vehemently. “They weren’t like that! You’re lying! They were good—”

“Good?” Satoru cut her off, his laugh harsh and bitter. He leaned closer, his face mere inches from hers. “Do you know what it feels like to watch your parents die while your home burns around you? To hear the screams of your people as they’re slaughtered?”

Her sobs grew louder, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she trembled in his grip. “I didn’t know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t know any of it…”

“And that makes you innocent?” he growled, shaking her slightly as his rage flared. “You were their legacy. Their pride. Their perfect little princess. And now you’ll carry their sins.”

He shoved her down with brutal force, and she collapsed onto the marble floor, her cries echoing through the room.

[Y/N] raised her tear-streaked face, her eyes blazing despite her fear. “Then kill me,” she said, her voice breaking but filled with defiance. “Kill me and let this end.”

Satoru stared at her, his jaw tightening. “You think death is the end?” he said coldly, his lips curling into a sneer. “No. Death is a release you don’t deserve.”

He straightened, towering over her trembling form. His voice boomed through the hall, leaving no room for doubt.

“You will live,” he declared, his tone filled with ruthless finality. “You will suffer. You will know what it means to lose everything. You will be my wife—not as a queen, but as a prisoner. A tool for my revenge.”

[Y/N]’s breath caught, her eyes widening in horror. “No… you can’t…”

“I can. And I will,” Satoru said, his gaze icy and unrelenting. “Take her to the dungeons. Prepare for the wedding.”

As she was dragged away, her desperate cries filled the air, but Satoru didn’t flinch. His resolve was ironclad, his vengeance complete. Yet, as he turned to the throne, the ache in his chest deepened. The throne was his, the kingdom had fallen, but the weight of his fury burned hotter than ever.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Satoru muttered the ancient proverb under his breath as he starred at the downfall of Eldoria yet his mind was elsewhere.  Replaying the events of that fateful night over and over. The crack of gunfire. His parents’ cry, cut short. The spray of blood, shockingly bright against the moonlit snow.

He had made a vow then, kneeling in that crimson slush. A promise sealed in blood and grief. And now, after years of meticulous planning, the time had finally come to fulfill it.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

[Y/N]’s cries echoed down the dim, narrow corridor as she was dragged away, her steps faltering as the weight of her despair crushed her spirit. The iron grip of Satoru’s men was unyielding, and the golden hem of her once-pristine gown trailed behind her, smeared with soot and blood.

Back in the shattered throne room, silence lingered like a curse over the court of Eldoria. The remaining nobles—those who had survived the massacre—stood frozen, their faces pale with fear. Among them were aging advisors, loyal knights stripped of their swords, and trembling maids clutching the remnants of their courage.

Satoru, towering over them, his icy gaze sharp as a blade, raised his hand to command their attention. His voice was calm, yet the power it carried was absolute. “Eldoria is mine,” he began, each word falling like a hammer blow. “Its throne, its lands, and its people—all belong to me now. Your king and queen have paid the price for their sins.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. Then, with a cruel smirk tugging at his lips, he turned to Suguru, who stood nearby with a confident and unwavering demeanor. “But there remains one final stain on this land that must be cleansed. Atonement requires sacrifice.”

The nobles exchanged wary glances, the growing tension almost unbearable. Whispers of rebellion flared among the younger knights, but an icy glare from Suguru silenced them all.

Satoru continued, his tone laced with venom. “Princess [Y/N], the last of Eldoria’s wretched lineage, will atone for the sins of her bloodline in the only way fitting.” His voice grew louder, carrying authority and cruelty in equal measure. “She will marry me.”

Gasps rippled through the room like a storm, horror etched onto every face. The princess—their beloved [Y/N]—forced to marry the man who had torn their world apart?

One noble, braver—or perhaps more foolish—than the rest, stepped forward, his trembling voice barely audible. “My lord, surely… surely you do not mean this. The princess is innocent—”

“Innocent?” Satoru’s laughter rang out, sharp and biting, as he descended the steps of the dais. His piercing gaze locked onto the man, who visibly withered under the weight of it. “Innocence does not absolve her of the blood in her veins. She bears the mark of her parents’ greed. Their sins will be her burden to carry.”

Satoru’s hand clenched into a fist as his tone grew colder. “And through her suffering, the stain they left on this world will be erased.”

Suguru stepped forward then, his voice calm but lethal. “She is no longer your princess,” he declared, his hand resting purposefully on the hilt of his sword. “She is the bride of your king. Speak against this, and you speak against your ruler.”

The murmurs of protest died instantly. Fear gripped the room like a vice, choking out any hope of rebellion.

Satoru turned back to the trembling crowd, his next words cutting through the air like ice. “The wedding will be held under the crimson moon—an omen befitting the union of blood and vengeance. Eldoria will bear witness to its new queen's sacrifice.”

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