#【 ❝ though you run you cannot escape ❞ 】 ✕ runaway prince / au.

[ringpyres]

tag dump. 2/3 (verses.)

[ringpyre-archived]

another thing abt runaway prince au

- his family has an affinity for fire magic - whereas noct’s magic is more tame and easy to handle, ignis’s fire magic is wild and difficult to control (a good example of this is sagefire) - when doubled with noct’s magic, it becomes far easier to use - he doesn’t use his own fire much since it’s easier to use it through proxy of noct, but he does use it for sagefire and more... dangerous spells - his family had once worshiped ifrit in times old, he’d granted them fire magic as a sign of their loyalty, however after his subsequent betrayal and defeat the magic became difficult to control. eventually they would stop using it altogether, the arts lost forever but the power lingering beneath the skin

[taephilia]

runaway

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader (feat. best friend jung hoseok)

genre: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, royalty au, enemies to something more? au

word count: 1,788

warnings: mentions of blood and murder, betrayal, alcohol consumption, profanity

a/n: for @heartsforbtsnet’s valentine’s day secret admirer’s event! this is dedicated to @pjmsdior​ because i’m her secret admirer hehe. sorry it’s so short, bella, but i’m slowly working on the original fic that i had planned for you so hopefully that’ll be out soon. i really loved talking to you and i’ll definitely be dropping by your inbox more often!! hope you enjoy!!

“Dear, at least try to look like you’re having fun,” your mother chastises you, poking at your back to get you to stand up straight. “This ball is for you, you know.”

“To announce my engagement to that buffoon of a prince,” you mutter while subtly rolling your eyes. They land on said buffoon who is currently chatting up a group of female courtiers, all of them in dresses that don’t leave much to the imagination paired with smiles and body language that suggest something a bit more sinister. The prince eats all of this up of course, giving them his most charismatic smile before it disappears behind the rim of the wine glass held delicately between his slender fingers.

For as long as you’ve known Taehyung, he has always had that same smile on his face, knowing that it will get him anything he wants and out of any sort of trouble he seems to have found himself in. On more than one occasion, you’ve seen him drink almost 3 days away, a third of his castle’s cellar demolished because of him. He’s missed out on council meetings, celebrations, royal announcements, appearances, and everything in between and nobody bats an eye. To them, His Royal Highness Kim Taehyung is the picture perfect prince. But you know better. You know that underneath that facade, underneath the mask and the costume that he puts on every day and night, you know just how cruel Taehyung can be. The scars on your best friend’s back and the feelings of powerlessness that you have to push down every single time you see him are a constant reminder.

Your eyes roam over to Hoseok who is standing with his back against the wall, eyes scanning over the entire ballroom until they meet yours. The hand gripping the handle of his sword relaxes before being raised up to wave at you. Beside him, his captain smacks him lightly on his side while shaking his head and even though you’re far away, you can practically hear Captain Namjoon’s quiet scolding to your best friend about not letting his guard down. Hobi nods along to whatever his captain is saying but you know that he isn’t listening since he’s heard the lecture from him practically every time the two of you are in the same room.

“How about a dance, love,” someone calls out to you and you look away to find none other than your soon-to-be-announced fiancé standing before you. His hand is stretched out towards you and although Taehyung looks like the picture of chivalry, the smirk on his face and teasing light in his eyes suggest otherwise. 

Your mother all but shoves you towards him and you have to fight the scowl that threatens to appear on your face the second you get within a foot of the prince. You place your hand in his and allow him to lead you to the dance floor, the slower song that was being played ending and giving way to a more lively waltz. Your other hand goes to his shoulder while his goes to your hip. As you begin dancing, you push his hand up to your waist with a pointed look while Taehyung just gives you an innocent smile.

“What?” he asks, head tilting a bit to the side. “Can’t get a little handsy with my fiancée? Or are you worried that your little boyfriend’s going to have a fit over there?”

Your eyebrows draw together at that. “Boyfriend?” you repeat. “What are you talking about?”

“That knight standing at the wall over there,” Taehyung replies, chin jutting out in the direction of Hoseok. “What’s his name? Hongjoong? You were practically eye fucking him before I asked you to dance.”

At that, your arms almost drop and your feet almost stop carrying you but Taehyung’s grip on you tightens and he practically drags you around like a ragdoll in the middle of the dance floor. “We were not-! Hoseok is my best friend,” you sputter out, looking at him incredulously while he just smiles down at you.

Taehyung shrugs without a word and spins you around, but when he turns you to face him once more, he’s no longer there. In fact, there’s no one around you at all. You stand alone on the dance floor, a single spotlight on you, and the sight in front of you makes your blood freeze in your veins. Your mother has thrown her body over your father’s, blood covering her dress while she screams and begs for him to wake up. Beside her, Taehyung’s father looks out at the dance floor with fear in his eyes as they meet yours. You’re torn between running up there and running away, but even if you were to make a decision, you don’t think your feet would be able to move anyways. So you’re stuck watching in horror as Hoseok steps out of the shadows from behind your parents with his face hardened and a look in his eyes that’s unfamiliar to you. 

The blood rushing in your ears is so loud that you can barely make out what he’s saying and even though you’re alone, there’s someone crying near you, Hoseok’s voice much quieter compared to theirs. The tremble in his voice matches the trembling of his hand as he draws his sword and faces the queen. “We no longer see the royal family as fit to rule our kingdom. We, the citizens, cannot stand to see you merging our beloved home with theirs, which many of us have escaped from during the war. You took us into your home, we swore loyalty to you, and now you expect me to forget the horrors I saw in the Hangsang kingdom?”

You hear a whimper and it’s only then that you realize it’s you that’s crying. You don’t fail to notice that Hoseok said “me” instead of “we”. Regardless of who suggested this coup, Hoseok has made it personal. His captain steps out of the shadows from behind Taehyung’s father and together they raise their swords and cut down both your mother and Taehyung’s father. A scream leaves your lips as you watch their bodies drop and a voice whispers in your ear, “Run.”

You’re gasping for air and you can feel your body shaking when you open your eyes but when you see Taehyung above you, you realize that he’s the one shaking you. “Finally,” he sighs as he stops, his hands lingering. “I was worried someone was going to come in here with you screaming bloody murder like that.”

When you sit up, it takes you a moment to realize where you are. Taehyung moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands leaving you, and you almost reach out to stop him as the chill in the air quickly settles over you. The room of the inn is small, housing only a bed that’s definitely too small for two people to sleep on and a dirty mirror hanging beside the door. What little of your belongings that you and Taehyung could bring or buy along the way are shoved in a corner and even with the full moon out tonight, the soot and grime covering the windows blocks out most of its light. When you look over at Taehyung, the bags under his eyes are most notable along with the stubble on his face. You’ve only been on the run for about a month now but you know that you look just as haggard and worn down as he does.

“Was it the same dream?” the prince asks, voice soft as he rubs at the scratchy fabric of the blanket between his fingers.

You rest your chin on one of your knees and wrap your arms around your legs. You’re still shaken and can’t even bring yourself to look him in the eye. “Isn’t it always?”

The two of you sit there in silence for a bit before you let out a huff and drag yourself out of the bed, taking the blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders. “I’m going outside for a bit.”

You know that you should stay inside, it’s safer especially with the amount of drunks that are probably still lingering in the inn’s tavern, but the silence is starting to feel a bit suffocating. No one pays you any notice as you walk down the stairs and out the door, the street quiet save for the occasional passerby. Leaning against the wall, you take a deep breath and allow the memories of the past few weeks to wash over you. It’s still hard for you to accept and you catch yourself having to do this more often than you’d like.

My best friend murdered my parents and my in-laws. Scenes of blood and swinging swords flash through your mind and you quickly shake your head. You don’t want to see that.

I’m on the run with the crown prince of Hangsang because people are trying to kill us. The weight of Taehyung’s hand in yours is something you’ve become all too familiar with, his long legs and fast stride always able to get the two of you out of whatever sort of trouble finds you nowadays. And out of everything that’s happened, from almost getting killed to stealing from markets, you think you’re most worried about the fact that you find comfort in Taehyung’s warmth now. You aren’t supposed to feel like this. He isn’t supposed to make your heart beat just a tiny bit faster whenever he smiles at you.

Taehyung isn’t as bad as I thought he-

“Come back to bed.”

Soft fingers trailing down your forearm bring you out of your thoughts and you know that the person standing beside you can’t be anyone other than the prince. Just as you have begrudgingly found comfort in him, he has also found solace in you. You don’t recoil when you feel his hand grip yours ever so gently, allowing him to do what he wants while he looks at you and you look up at the moon.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” you mumble. Your eyes don’t leave the sky but you squeeze his hand, letting him know that he has your attention all the same. “I’ve stared at the moon for my entire life, ever since I was a little girl, but it feels different now. Everything feels different now.”

“The moon has always been beautiful,” is all Taehyung says. And that’s enough—enough to draw your attention to him, enough to follow him back to your shared room, and enough to let him sleep beside you tonight, if just for this one night. 

[ilovebeingcalledawhore]

Content: fluff, angst, princess au, magic au

Summary: After being chosen as the ballot princess of 2021, Y/n finds herself in a throne ready to meet her future husband, the prince of the south.

Princesses have always been people I looked up to. I thought they were magical, beautiful and breathtaking not until I became one myself. Sitting in my ‘small’ throne compared to the king and queen’s, I sighed in dismay waiting for my prince to arrive.

Yes, it is the annual arranged marriage for ballot princessess.

You may be wondering why our kingdom doesn’t have actual heirs, or what a ballot princess even is, let me explain. The queen and king had a child eighteen years ago who then died because of a sickness, and because of a witches curse to our kingdom, the queen became infertile. To fill out the role of the heir, every five years a commoner turns into a princesses through a ballot. Picking a random name from a beautiful diamond box that changes one’s destiny.

That box changed mine.

My family was wealthy, ‘till we found out my father was in debt. The loan sharks came and killed him leaving me and my mother in poverty. We had no other option than to place my name in. Months later I was left breathless in black corsets and a small library in the palace as a way of freedom.

I haven’t seen my mom since.

“Please welcome Huang Renjun, the prince of the South.” The gigantic red doors open and comes in a charming prince. Well dressed, good-looking and evidently well mannered. Rumors were, he was the kindest prince out there and I was a lucky princess to be chosen as his partner. Yes, being friends with the maids helped me get through a lot, maybe even know things I wasn’t meant to know.

I stand with the queen and king, a feigned smile on my face.

“Your highnesses,” he speaks with his calm and soothing voice as he bends down with great gracefulness. “Welcome my dear,” the queen greets excitedly as she walks down to give him a hug. “This is your future wife,” she points towards me and the moment our eyes meet, I freeze.

He was breathtaking.

“Greetings my lady,” he smiles at me with kind eyes as he walks closer, bowing like a gentleman. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles, as a response I bowed back to him but I couldn’t help but see the frown appearing on his face as he notices the way I reacted.

He knew something was wrong.

He knew I didn’t want to be here.

But beyond the feigned look on my face that he noticed so easily, he smiled wider.

“I’ll see you at tonight’s ball princess,” he speaks calmly as he lets go of my hand, bowing once more before he walked off with his guards and butlers.

___

I was wearing the kingdom’s colours for tonight’s ball. Emerald green, matte black and gold. While the queen and king settled for the matte black gowns and robes - as the ballot princess of the year I was given a handmade satin dress.

Fully emerald green with thin straps made of golden chains. It was cold against my shoulders - colder when they placed a silk black cape attached to the chain, one that dragged against the floor as I walked. The maids then came in and place a crown on my head, made with diamonds - the rarest one of the season.

I looked powerful.

I was there to portay one thing and one thing only, I looked exactly like the witch that cursed our kingdom looked when she casted the spell on us. It is to prove that even dark magic cannot stop us.

“You look beautiful my dear,” the queen opens her arms to engulf me in a warm embrace before she placed her hands on my hip, a cold metal pushing the satin dress hard on my skin. “That’s a knife, I’m gonna hide it right here,” she whispers in my ear as she locks the weapon in place.

There was a secret holder on my dress. That’s why I had to put the cape on, to make it less obvious. “Kill him,” she whispers as she pulls away, a very warm smile on her face. “What?” I asked in a whisper, my brows furrowing.

“You heard me right princess, kill him,” she replies - a big smile still on her face.

Before I could even react, the black double doors in front of me opened and the crowd down below started clapping for my entrance. “May I present to you, Princess Y/n,” I slowly walk into the ball room - the people making a pathway for me to walk past.

“Bow for the new princess of the south,” the band starts playing music, the sound of the piano, trumpets and cello echoed throughout the ballroom. Everybody bows. As everybody’s heads goes down only one stays up.

My future husband, Huang Renjun.

He walks towards me gracefully, the same smile on his face.

It was then I realised that though it reaches his eyes, it doesn’t reach his soul.

He wasn’t happy.

He didn’t want to be here.

Just like me.

_

The music finally goes louder and everybody’s back to dancing and feasting.

“Renjun,” I whisper his name as we connect in the dance floor. “Yes my princess,” he replies, his hands now resting on my waist. “Let’s runaway,” I whisper and he freezes.

Now were in the middle of the dance floor just staring at each other with everybody else dancing around us. “I know you don’t want to be here,” I continue, “Just get me out of the palace and we’ll go on our separate ways.”

“The only way to escape the palace is with magic,” he replies and I smile at him, pulling his body closer to mine and continuing to dance. My hand goes up his neck, then to his face, caressing his cheek. “Who said I didn’t have that?”

“What?” His brows furrow and instead of explaining, I decided to show.

“Who do you not like here, someone you loathe?” I ask with a smirk and his eyes immediately drew to the man across the room. His name was Junhui I believe, Wen Jenhui the prince of the east.

“Got a little grudge for the east prince hmm?” I ask and he nods. “Took the last kill on the 24th war when it was meant to be mine.” He grits his teeth and I chuckle. Still caressing his cheeks, I stop and snap my fingers. Seconds later someone screame

All eyes turn towards the woman, she was on her knees shaking Junhui awake, trying to bring him back. People come to help but halt when they realise his heart has stopped beating. “What’d you do?” Renjun asked, his brows now more furrowed than ever.

“Nothing special, just stopped his heart.” I smiled.

Palace helpers came to carry his body but before they could raise him up the ground, I snapped my fingers again. Junhui’s eyes open and he sits up abruptly...eyes bloodshot and breathing heavily.

Junhui was alive again.

“How?” Renjun whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against it.

“What am I dressed up as?” I ask and he answers confidently. “The witch of the north,” making me nod my head in agreement. “How ‘bout now?” I ask, snapping my fingers and in a blink my emerald green dress was now ruby red.

“The witch...of hell.”

His eyes widen in fear, his hands dropping down to his sides ready to run away but before he could, I raise my hands and whisper my spell.

Cold.

Empty.

Silent.

Dead.

Time has stopped.

Everyone in the room was frozen, except for him.

Huang Renjun sold his soul to the devil which was exactly why he stayed alive in the 24th war. It had its consequences and rules and the stupid prince did nothing but disobey them so I had to take him.

More like claim his soul.

Interlocking my fingers together, I say his name with a smirk.

“Hell welcomes you,” I whisper and his eyes widen. His legs, arms and lips were stuck together but he felt and saw everything.

“Say hi to them for me,” I chuckle as I watch as his soul leaves his body, the rest of him crumbling into pieces.

“Jeno!” I shout and comes in Lee Jeno in his crow form. “Change,” I command and he turns into human with a black suit on. After a twirl of my finger and a snap of my wrist he transformed in Renjun. The same face, clothes and body - just a different smirk on his face. “You’re gonna love it here,” I grin interlocking our arms together.

“Do the honors,” I say to him and he smiles, kissing me.

“Gladly,” Jeno snaps his fingers and the party continues.

The music plays as if nothing happened and there goes Junhui walking out the room with a look of confusion in his face.

We smirk.

“Well done.”

[ghostlywriterneon]

KuraNeon Week. Day One - Maid/Butler

Title: Worlds Worst Best Maid

Rating: General Audience

Theme: Royalty AU

Description: The Kurta Kingdom was a kingdom isolated from the rest of the world. It refused to be apart of foreign politics and remained neutral to any outsiders war. There was no reason for it to be attacked an burned to the ground. However, the whims of the Phantom King were unknown to all. Kurapika, the sole survivor of the Kurta Kingdom royal family intends to get his revenge for his kingdom to simply be a casualty to a mad mans whims. On his travels, he meets a young runaway by the name Neon. They both agree that Phantom King needs to go and decided to team up. Though, why the hell does she want to be his maid?!

Traversing the woods was once something Kurapika would enjoy. He would run and play with his friend Pairo while they skipped out on boring lessons. Being royalty meant he had to take all sorts of mind numbing lessons. He knew how to sit, eat and speak. He didn’t need an entire lecture on it every morning. Running free in the woods with his friend was the great escape from the reality he lived. Out here he wasn’t a prince. He was just a kid. Out here he didn’t have any responsibilities. He was free to do as he pleased. It was a wonderful time and how he wished it could have lasted.

Now, traversing the woods is a heavy burden. It reminds him that he took those days for granted. He hated the responsibilities of being a royal and ran to the woods to escape them. Now here in the woods he can think of nothing but his responsibilities as a royal. Here in the woods, the only thing he has left is the title of being a prince. The rest was burnt down to ashes with his kingdom. His friends, family, and his people were nothing more than ashes in the wind.

How it happened, Kurapika does not remember. He was awoken in the middle of the night and told to run as far and as fast as he could from the kingdom. He didn’t really understand what was happening at the time. He that being there was dangerous so he would have to leave, however, he didn’t think that his family would end up dead and his kingdom fallen. He regrets that he listen to them that day. Nothing would have changed if he had stayed. He simply would have been another casualty, but then, at least, he could be with his family.

“Gah!!”

The scream and the sudden sound of someone hitting the ground pulled him from his thoughts. He turned back to observe his fallen maid. She was face first on the ground with her foot caught between roots. Hopefully she hadn’t twisted it.

“See? This is why I told you not to wear heels.”

At that, she shot up onto her hands and gave him a glare that was mixed with a pout. Ah, no tears. She was perfectly fine. Still, he should probably help her out.

“Heels had nothing to do with my foot getting stuck in these dumb roots! And how was I supposed to know we were gonna travel in the woods?! I thought we were going to stick to the path! Not go on some hiking trip!”

Oh yeah, she was definitely fine. As she was yelling at him, he helped free her foot and lifted her off of the ground, brushing off any dirt of leaves that may have clung to her dress. Honestly, he was beginning to wonder who was really the maid here.

“I told you we were going off the path when I told you not to wear those heels. The main path leads to the main entrance to the town, obviously. We are going to sneak in through the side. Unless you feel like getting caught and being dragged back to your dad?”

She pouted and grumbled at this, saying that she doesn’t remember him saying anything about that. But at least her complaints stopped there and they could continue traveling.

Calling her a maid is a bit of a stretch, honestly. They only thing she had going for herself in the maid category was that she was a noble. Everything else was, well, she did her best, he’ll give her that. She had no idea how to cook, clean, or even sew. She was a bit spoiled and can be bratty at times, but she wore her heart on her sleeve. She didn’t scheme or have any ill intentions towards anyone. Even the people she hated, she would not wish death upon them. Though the ‘I’m going to make them suffer’ was a bit concerning. For now, she was the only one he could trust.

Currently, they were traveling in the York New territory. This territory is owned by the kingdom that destroyed his. Clearly, not a soul could be trusted within this territory, nor this kingdom. Save for one person. His maid. Her name is Neon Nostrade. Her family is the noble house that runs the York New territory. Her family had started from nothing, until her father realized that his daughter had an incredible gift. She could see the future. Normally in this world, the only people that could perform magic were the ones from royal descent. Even then, there were no records of a royal family having the ability of clairvoyance. Neon was truly an oddity of this world and her father made sure to exploit that. He took ‘selling your daughter’ to a different meaning. He built his fortune by having his daughter sell her fortunes. It wasn’t too bad, per say, until they caught the king’s eyes.

In order for them to gain noble status and the land of York New, her father made an agreement that she was to marry their king. She would be a ‘wife’ in title, but from what Neon has stated, she would be more of a tool made to sit there and spill fortunes when called upon. This didn’t sit well with the girl and after begging her father to drop the arrangement, she decided that she was better off running away. Soon after that, Neon and him ran into each other and ended up becoming allies. He realized that she wasn’t going to betray him for money, fame or anything of that sort since she ran from it. She also appeared to hate her king because of the arrangement so that was something they could both agree on.

Though, why she decided to pick up the ‘maid’ role, however, he has no idea. He was fine with traveling with each other without care of status, but apparently she wanted to be a maid. Oh how he wished he stopped her. If he had to choke down her cooking one more night he may die.

“Hmm, Kura, we might want to spend the night out here. From what I can see, there’s going to be a lot of guards in the town tonight. We’re probably going to get caught even if we go through the side.”

Though her clairvoyance makes any struggle with her more than worth it. He nodded at her words then turned away from the direction of the town. It will be better if they set up camp a bit further from the town’s borders. That way any wandering guard would have little chance of spotting them.

“Alright. Let’s see if we can’t find a clearing to set up camp. We only have one tent so we will have to share.”

“Mkay! Luckily I thought to pack us extra food! I can whip something really nice up while you’re setting up the tent!”

Oh, is bile already rising to his throat? Just at the mere suggestion of her cooking? Oh dear ancestors please give him the strength to make it out of this meal alive. He cannot avenge you if he dies an early death.

“… Wonderful…”

Finding a spot wasn’t too hard, luckily. It was a small clearing with a stream running right by. It was far enough away from the town where they wouldn’t have to worry about someone catching them out here; however, it was far enough where they would have to worry about animals lurking about. He would have to lay-out of few traps just to be safe.

Dinner was as awful as he expected it to be. He assumes his ancestors heard his payers since he didn’t immediately vomit afterwards. That or he’s getting used to the bad tasting food, which is a terrifying thought. Please let his taste buds be intact after this journey.

They decided on an early bedtime. Hopefully they can catch the shift between the night guards and the day guards and sneak in then. Neon has mentioned that the guards in these parts are rather lazy and will leave their post without waiting for the next guard to take their place. Hopefully this will remain true when they go to enter.

He waited for Neon to give him the go ahead to enter the tent. He had changed into his night clothes outside, while he let Neon change inside of the tent. When she called, she was already curled up in her blankets with her face buried in the pillowed part of her bedroll. He went into his without saying a word to her. It would be best if they fall asleep quickly, they would have to be up early tomorrow and he knew that was going to be a struggle for Neon.

Though, as soon as he was settled into his bedroll, he felt a pair of eyes on him. They sat in silence for a moment. He wasn’t going to say anything if she wasn’t. Though, when the silence was finally broken, he was surprised by the question.

“Hey, Kura? Are you okay? You were really quiet today. Like, more quiet than normal.”

He shifted to lie facing her. She had her blanket covering most of her face, only leaving her eyes exposed. It seemed like she was a bit nervous and concerned. Neon never really struck him as someone who would be concerned for others. She was self-centered and cared about her own issues and problems over others. He supposes he’s become one of her issues she has to care over. She was his self-proclaimed maid, after all.

“I’m fine, Neon. Please do not worry. You should be more concerned about yourself. There’s a snake on you.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have done that. The scream she let out was way too loud. Though, watching her flail was pretty funny. He couldn’t help but to chuckle.

“I’m sorry, that was a lie. There’s nothing there.”

“What!? Are you serious!? That’s not funny you big bully!!”

She launched out of her bedroll to start smacking his arms and chest while calling him all sorts of childish names. He couldn’t help but to laugh more at this. After all, what kind of maid starts hitting their boss?

“Mean, ugly, stupid jerk-!”

Her insults stopped when he started to pull at her cheek. He was nearly grinning as he teased her more.

“Hm? I thought you were my maid? Good maids wouldn’t call their prince names, least of all hit them.”

Her cheeks puffed out as her pout grew more intense. She snatched his hand from her cheek and used it to smack his face.

“Bully! I am a great maid! Jeez! What’s with you today?! Acting all quiet and now making fun of me! Who are you and what have you done with Kura?!”

He pulled his arm out of her grasp, chuckling again. Perhaps this is a bit out of character for him, but it was too easy to tease her. Maybe it was because he was getting a bit too comfortable around her. But it had been far too long since he last let himself relax and enjoy himself like this. He was always focused on avenging his people and being rid of the Phantom King. As the sole survivor of his kingdom, it was his duty. He couldn’t goof off or play around; he had to complete his mission. However, he found it hard to stay cold and distant around Neon. Despite her flaws, she was nice to be around. It was hard not to crack a smile at her antics or shake his head as she finds her way into trouble. Really, he wonders how far he truly would have gotten without her by his side.

With a smile, he sat up and lightly patted her head.

“I’m right here, Neon. Now get some rest. I don’t want you to be cranky in the morning.”

She blushed. Though, whether it was from him patting her head or past memories of Kurapika attempting to wake her up, he wasn’t sure. She grumbled slightly, but she slipped back into her bedroll, still facing him. Back in the same position as before, with her eyes peeking out, she watched him a bit more. The blush on her face was still there as she turned and mumbled a quiet goodnight to him.

He returned back in his sheets, this time facing her. Yes. He was really lucky to have her by his side.

“Goodnight, Neon.”

[ringpyre-archived]

‘ we are graveyards , reaching , with haunted bones ’

     prompto  will  never  know  how  close  to  home  he’s  hitting.  how  his  parents  six  feet  under  abandoned  their  people,  how  their  deaths  haunt  his  hallowed  bones,  how  sometimes  he  REMEMBERS.  and  ifrit,  he  wishes  that  were  not  so.  he  REMEMBERS  the  ash  filling  his  lungs,  REMEMBERS  the  cries  of  his  nannies  and  housekeeps  and  all  for  what?  it  is  a  coward’s  tale,  one  with  no  happy  ending.

     do  they  remember  him?  a  prince  born  to  rule  nothing.  do  they  hate  him?  they  must  think  him  dead.  he  would  too,  if  he  were  in  their  place.

     it  doesn’t  help  when  his  eyes  sweep  over  what  prompto  has  in  his  hands.  documents  best  left  to  decay  in  the  dust  of  this  worn  down  building.  he  knows  those  words,  has  them  memorized  like  the  back  of  his  hand.  a  code,  a  signature,  his  uncle’s—  father’s,  laneus.  and  there  it  is…  written  in  notes  and  letters  to  the  late  king  regis.

Majesty,

     Prince Kaío Pistí Phsychí will formally be known as Ignis Stupeo from here on for his protection. It is in my opinion that he serve the Crown Prince, your son, Noctis Lucis Caelum as Royal Advisor to keep any suspicions off of us. I will be back in the Crown City with him shortly. He’s been through much, I would advise finding a councilor who will keep their lips tight so he may settle in with ease.

                                                         We are graveyards, reaching, with haunted bones.

     ignis  doesn’t  move  to  snatch  them  away.  a  past  he  thought  long  buried,  best  forgotten,  resurfacing  like  the  aches  of  his  old  wounds.  

     the  room  feels  cramped.   

     ❝  … where  did  you  find  that?  ❞

[ringpyre-archived]

all my tags are fucking GONE again. ugh

【 ❝ and oh how you wish for everything to stand still ❞ 】 ✕ ic. 【 ❝ we're bonded by the lifetime we've spent together ❞ 】 ✕ promos. 【 ❝ things well guarded ❞ 】 ✕ headcanons. 【 ❝ this one is a keeper ❞ 】 ✕ save. 【 ❝ only in my darkest moments can i see the light ❞ 】 ✕ aes. 【 ❝ prepare yourselves for what is to come ❞ 】 ✕ prompts. 【 ❝ so you keep moving despite the tragedy ❞ 】 ✕ musings. 【 ❝ the empire's alternative facts perhaps ❞ 】 ✕ dash com. 【 ❝ on the radio ❞ 】 ✕ music. 【 ❝ it may not be what you want to hear ❞ 】 ✕ asks. 【 ❝ waiting for the sunrise ❞ 】 ✕ queue. 【 ❝ crownsguard file ❞ 】 ✕ metas. 【 ❝ from the books you once read when you were but a child ❞ 】 ✕ quotes. 【 ❝ everything you’ve done has been in preparation of this ❞ 】 ✕ abilities.

【 ❝ today you were far away and i didn't ask you why ❞ 】 ✕  vis. 【 ❝ i will bend heaven for you; you need only ask ❞ 】 noctis. 【 ❝ there is no shame in defeat and no glory in cowardice; this you know ❞ 】 gladio. 【 ❝ you are a sunflower radiant and beautiful bringing those aroung you closer ❞ 】 prompto. 【 ❝ but in the dark i can hear your heartbeat ❞ 】 ✕ ignoct.

【 ❝ you are my autumn. beautiful and ever changing but fleeting all the same ❞ 】 ✕ ignoct / kvsmy. 【 ❝ do not weep for me dear heart. we will learn to love again and again ❞ 】 ✕ promnis / lionsworn.

【 ❝ before fate called us to our destruction ❞ 】 ✕ brotherhood. 【 ❝ you just keep going until you can't anymore ❞ 】 ✕ roadtrip. 【 ❝ dawn is coming just open your eyes ❞ 】 ✕ main / verse 2. 【 ❝ a love is coming home to me ❞ 】 ✕ idyllic.

【 ❝ there's a rhythm and rush these days ❞ 】 ✕ blind / game canon. 【 ❝ though you run you cannot escape ❞ 】 ✕ runaway prince / au. 【 ❝ a thousand suns consume my flesh ❞ 】 ✕ infernian / au. 【 ❝ oh cruel irony of a vampire who loves the sunlight ❞ 】 ✕ vampire / au. 【 ❝ so this is life unexpected and unknown ❞ 】 ✕ modern / au. 【 ❝ to boldly go where no one's gone before ❞ 】 ✕ star trek / au. 【 ❝ best ass in the crownsguard ❞ 】 ✕ crack.