#��♚|the king speaks

[kinq-sleazee]

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18+ | public sex , cockwarming, degradation, idol!sukuna, pop star! reader

♪ ༘⋆ i get money i’m a star, star, star, star …♪ ༘⋆

Sukuna whose mind was set on fucking you from the very beginning. From the time he’d heard that you were considering him, alone, as a feature for your breakout single. His dick was hard. The thought of you spreading your cute little cunt with those bubble gum pink nails for him was scintillating.

Long before the song was even recorded —when the label execs were still trying to hash out the finer details of your contract. He saw that fiery look in your eye when the label pleaded for you to reconsider. Literally begging you to choose the more appropriate twin—the one that complimented your core audience better. But you held firm , defiant as you locked eyes with him.

“That’s the point. I’m done with this goodie two shoes image! Fuck what Uraume says, I can be bad too !”

Sukuna really appreciated your dedication. Seeing you unlock your inner vixen during the video shoot was delicious. The way your scantily clad body twirled and whined around him. He loved how your pebbling nipples stretched the fabric of that cute little number. The way you crawled between his legs and rested your cheek on his thigh. He could how perfect you’d look with his dick stuffed down your throat—drool and his cum running down your chest as he continued to fuck into toy. Especially the little sounds you made when his hand “slipped” into less than appropriate places during your routine. His hands had a mind of their own. So if you were going to put your ass in his face. Who was he not to oblige ?

It had to look authentic right ?

And your hard work actually paid off because by then end of things you’d definitely convinced Sukuna that you’d love to fuck yourself stupid on his cock!

However the media wasn’t convinced.

Cringe

Trying too hard.

She’s finished. Hate that for her.

Why didn’t she choose Yuuji ?

The media reception to your upcoming project was less than stellar. That’s why Sukuna suggested a club appearance. A PR stunt like this could gather excitement and you might have some fun at the same time!

That’s why you were sitting in Sukuna’s section, perched on his lap, while he and his entourage threw bills and popped bottles in front of hundreds of adoring fans. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. Everyone except you. That’s because you were too busy trying to ignore the throbbing cock nestled in your womb.

“You should really loosen up, sweetheart. People are watching. Wouldn’t want them finding out , hmm ?”

The sound of his husky voice in your ear sends shockwaves to your pussy. You whine, walls clenching tightly around the man. He chuckles darkly before your rewarded with a subtle roll of his hips.

“Damn, baby. It’s almost like you want to get caught. You that desperate to prove you’re not a good little girl?”

The hand under your pleated mini skirt grips your thighs harshly. Blunt nails scrape at the skin. A sultry whine drawn out from the action. His other hand glides over your breast to slot against your throat. He squeezes lightly , leaning you against his chest as he turns your face towards his.

You open your mouth to respond but find your voice caught in your throat. Pure lust swirls in his scarlet irises. Heat starts to pool in your abdomen and you find yourself squirming against him. He’s been stretching you so good for so long. You just can’t him yourself. You want more.

Need it.

“N-need you , ryo”

Your voice is wrecked. It’s the best he’s ever heard you sound. Record that shit and you’d probably win a Grammy.

“Tch” Sukuna rolls his eyes, smirking at your pitiful state. “Since you don’t wanna be good for me, then I’ll guess I teach you what happens to brats”.

[capriciouscapsss]

How Will Your F/S Pursue You♚

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today, as i finish up the last of my readings for the week, i am eager to return just to make another reading talking about how your f/s will pursue you! go ahead and book a reading if you'd like to learn more about your future spouse or don't, whatever's fine 😭 today I'm doing a short reading since again I don't have that much time but I still want to make something cute 💞 with that being said...let's get started 💞💞

we have four piles; intuitively choose the one you're most drawn to. 

Pile I. woman sm*king

[8oS, 9oS, 2oS, KoW, 7oC, the fool, p, s.c]

your person pursues you in a more laidback way. they're very unsure of themselves, most of them not likely to go ahead and pursue you without being sure that you're even in to them in the first place. they're quite shy. i can see them being the type of people that only stare at you when they know you're not watching. looking at you when you look at something else with a small smile on their face. thinking of you constantly. asking themselves if you like them or not. they might even be in a state of unrest, a will they won't they type of thing when it comes to pursuing you.

once they know though...then they change. they start acting different. start carrying themselves with more confidence. they start joking about so much lmao, almost like since they know that you're reciprocating their energy they feel comfortable enough to show you their true selves. also the type that feels that, after knowing you like them, will start to fantasize a lot about what could be. like they see you somewhere and they think about you for hours after.

pursuing you would be them being super shy at first, acting like you're not there. and then once they start getting the vibe that you're feeing them as well, that's when they start vibing more. being spontaneous, saying stuff that'll catch you off guard. being more possessive, grabbing at your waist or simply just letting people know that there's something going on between you both.

now please understand, these people will mess up. they might not say the right thing or do the right thing all the time. in fact, i think the f/s of this pile will be the one that messes up the most. they're not that experienced in the area of love, but one thing i will tell you is that having them pursue you is chaotic and funny but most of all warm.

Pile II. lonely in a movie theater

[the emperor, 4oW, KoS, Justice, 10oC, 10oS]

smooth talker fr. someone who knows how to worm their way into the heart of who they're talking to. i feel like they like to talk about the future. when you both are together they might look at random stuff and tell you to think of both of you doing those things together. they make themselves appear bigger too lmao like a peacock showing off their feathers.

also, things will get a little dark for a second so bare with me but, they're not people who know what happiness exactly is. they don't have a good picture of a happy healthy relationship.

that's why they seem to chase it with such vigor. they want what they've never had. they've likely grown up around people with silver tongues, people that can say exactly what you want to hear. might even be a fan of baby talk or just sweetening their words a lot. i also feel like that your person might highlight your differences to them a great deal. for ex. if they have dark hair and you have light hair you'll hear them say "if we have kids, i want them to have your hair"

being with you will also put them out of their comfort zone, like finding out that their words can also be met with actions. their words speaking of their future with you and their actions making sure no one tries to get with you in order to make it happen. telling you your attractive and making sure they show you off at the same time.

Pile III. riding a motorcycle

[PoW, 9oP, 2oW, AoP, AoC,Strength]

a definite gift giver. like this is giving me taurus/2nd house venus energy. someone that doesn't know how to love in words or actions but they're definitely good gift givers. they're very romantic. whether it be a small gift or a big one they're definitely going to deliver.

they like showing you their idea of what a better life could be at their side. might like taking you on trips fully paid. they have moneyyy. i imagine them taking you to a vacation spot and telling you about this plate on the menu that they love but you haven't tried; they're going to do all they can to make sure you try it as well. even if it means you ordering two plates lmao.

also i believe that they could win you over by just being there for you. supporting you, making sure that you're well cared for. loving you even in the hardest of times. they'd like to also act like they were hurt in order for you to take care of them lmao.

probably likes teasing you and commenting on how much you love him more. how you're the one who's fallen hopelessly in love all whilst knowing that they're the one that's fallen hard. might be a little more on the dramatic side lmao, think wattpad king falling for the calm and collected wallflower.

Pile IV. riding in the passenger seat

[AoW, 9oS, 8oS, 2oC, The Fool, QoP]

a mess in a heart shaped bottle. they don't know how to act. they're the type of people that change tactics easily. one moment they're totally going to go for it and the next they don't know how to approach you correctly.

they're Katy Perry's "Hot and Cold" personified. like they remind me a bit of Stiles from Teen wolf. they can be the type of person that feels like they have a 15 year plan then just like he did, they throw caution to the wind and ditch all that for a chance to talk to you. their way of coming to you is from all angles and from no where all at once. acts like they have no interest and then they forget about all that and they're professing love to you.

they'll behave very weirdly lmao. i mean i can imagine them going to you and telling you about their plans with you. trying to win you over slowly. taking you on dates. treating you with care and respect. being careful to not even touch you LMAO and then i can see them forget about all that and just be spontaneous. taking you on last minute adventures, calling you out of the blue. stuff like that.

will get crazy if they find out someone's trying to steal you from them but they also love the chase. love knowing that you're into them but almost acting coy? I can also see them approaching you as a friend at first. Aquarius vibes? but with a stable purpose. so aqua and taurus mixed.

[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart XVII

After looking for Aemond in his chamber, Jaenara makes her way towards her own in a haste. She didn't know what she was going to say to him, or explain how her brother knew about Ser Krey, all she hope was that he wouldn't be mad at her even through he should. She told him she ended things with Krey only to turn around and sleep with him again, it was ironic she knows but the old aemond would have deserve to be embarrassed like that. Not this man who done nothing but coddle her and her unborn son, she couldn't get the crush look on Aemond's face out of her head.

Jaenara burst through her door scaring Aemond from his lean over position as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Aemond." Jaenara breathe out closing the door behind before making her way towards her husband, Aemond averted his gaze from her as he stood, "Aemond, I'm so sorry that that happened." she started with a apologic look.

"Don't be." He replied making her frown, he looks at her with a small smile, "In a way we are even now, we can finally put the past behind us, right." Jaenara was speechless, she didn't expect him to be so  docile.

"Aemond, I think we should talk–" Aemond moves away from her before could finish her sentence, he startes unbuttoned his vest.

"Why? There's no need. I presume you ended things with him again, yes?" He turns to look at me as he shed his vest, jaenara nod dumbly making him smile widen a bit, "See no need to talk about it, I'm moving on, your moving on, together once our son comes we all can put this behind us and become a family." He said turning away yet again as he take off his shirt and fold it before setting it on the table.

"Aemond...are you alright?" She asked dumbly, it is obvious he isn't okay but she had to ask anyway, Aemond look towards her with an reassure look as he makes his way towards her.

"Of course, my love." Jaenara eyed him as his hands brush along her arms.

"You don't seem alright, husband." Aemond looks from watching himself caress her arm to her face, jaenara look at her husband even more uncertain about his wellbeing as he chuckle and shook his head.

"Maybe, your right...I am a bit tired, the dinner took a lot outta me." He says, "Let me release you from this gown, and we can just...cuddle tonight, how does that sound." Jaenara squint looking him in the eye, it was obvious he was going through something but wasn't ready to acknowledge it yet.

"Okay." She defeated, Aemond grins in triumph making jaenara turn around and let aemond loosen the strings in the back of her gown.

The gown sagged against her before falling off her shoulders, Aemond carefully pulled the gown passed her bump and hips before making it fall to the floor leaving her in her chemise. Aemond helps her in bed before he went around the room to blow out the candles leaving the only light from the fireplace to help him see around the room, Aemond got under the covers laying on his side with his chest to jaenara's back. His arm was thrown over her hip so his hand can rub his wife's belly, jaenara laid there frozen with no idea what was happening to Aemond.

"Goodnight, husband." She finally said after laying in timid silence for moment, Aemond hummed moving his face to bury into her neck as he held her to him.

"Goodnight, my love." He mumbled as jaenara laid awake looking at the wall in deep thought.

「                            ⊹₊♚₊⊹                           」

It was mid-afternoon when Jaenara and Aemond arrived in the throne room, a servant came to them in the early morning to tell them that the king requested their appearance in the throne room. Aemond and Jaenara shared a confused look once the servant left, they were both confuse to know what Viserys wanted to speak to them about. Jaenara couldn't help but be scared and nervous, the thought of what happened during dinner, she feared that her grandsire would reprimand her for her infidelity.

She voice her concern to Aemond, he still has yet to talk about it with her, but nonetheless he promised her that he would stand by her and speak up for her if the king decided to punish her. Jaenara couldn't help but feel grateful for Aemond, she truely hope that nothing happens, Krey didn't deserve to be punish for loving her. As she thinks about him, she hasn't seen him since her mother caught him in her chamber, a dread nestle in her chest that maybe something already happened to him.

Jaenara had to shake her head at such thoughts, she didn't need to be getting emotional before seeing her grandsire. She needed a clear and level head, if she was going to survive this meeting.

You can imagine her surprise when she got there to find that they weren't the only ones called into the throne room, Rhaelle and Daemon was there along with Rhaenyra and Jacerys, the couple were far away from the mother and son, jaenara got the sense that they were still angry with their wife and step-son actions from the dinner party. Alicent was also there standing close to the throne with her father, if looks could kill jaenara would have been dead the moment she walk in. Alicent and Otto glared at the young princess with a smug look, which if you know means something isn't right and that this meeting was going to not be in her favor.

Hand to hand, Jaenara and Aemond stopped in the middle of the room, they bowed to their king. Viserys watch them with an neutral look, he didn't look angry or bothered, he seems rather calm which made Jaenara feel a little at ease.

"I wish to speak with my family alone." Viserys started turn to his sworn sword, the knight gave a swift nod before beckoning his knights to follow.

Jaenara glance at Aemond as he did the same to her, they look at the king again as the doors closed leaving the family to their own devices. It was quiet, so quiet that jaenara could hear the scatter of rats in the walls, jaenara's eyes wondered away from her grandsire as they focus on the carvings on the pillars.

The sound of her name being called made jaenara snap her head back to her grandfather, "...is there something you wish to say?" He asked, jaenara swallow and glance around, she look at her husband who gave her a reassuring smile, she let out a deep breathe before she look at her grandsire.

"Yes," She answer letting go of Aemond's hand to step forward, "I wish to apologize to you...to all of you for my actions, I know my infidelity disappointed you grandfather," She look up at him with misty eyes, "And you auntie," she looks at rhaelle, the woman gives the young girl a sad smile and a look that told her she knows and it was okay, Jaenara looks back Viserys, "What I did can never be forgiven even through my husband forgave me," Aemond gives her a small smile when she looks back at him, "But, I am willing to serve any punishment that you see fit for my actions, but before you do you must know that I never meant to hurt Aemond–"

"But, yet you did." Alicent chimed making Jaenara glance her way before looking back at her grandsire.

"Aemond and I don't have the perfect marriage, in the beginning it was very...rough for me, he hurt me in ways that..." Jaenara pause, rhaelle narrow her eyes at her neice, "... all i can say is along the way deep down I wanted to hurt him right back, maybe even more." Jaenara confessed making the king peer at her in thought, "But, I had a lapse in judgment and I am dealing with the consequences, Aemond and I have rekindle, all we wish to do is move on with our child." Alicent scoff at the mention of the babe, jaenara and aemond look over at her as she stepped forward.

"You mean your bastard." Alicent quipped.

"Mother." Aemond  growled as he gives her a look that makes Alicent glare at her son.

"How you can you be okay with is, Aemond. Have I raise you with no sense, why are you speaking up for this who–" Alicent chastised.

"Watch yourself, mother." Aemond snapped, numerous of wide eyes were on him, Alicent look at her son in shock, "That is my wife your speaking about." Jaenara glance between the mother and son in distress, this was not what she hope for.

"Aemond." She said taken back, Aemond step close to stand by his wife's side, "You can't be serious about taking her side over mine."

"There's no sides to take, mother. Jaenara is carrying my child, period." He said firmly making his mother let out a breathe of disbelief, Otto stood behind his daughter shaking his head with a look of disgust.

"How do you know the child is yours, we do not know how long the princess has been taken to bed by this knight." Otto accused glance at the king before looking at his grandson, "Can you truely say that that child is yours–"

"Yes." Aemond says without hesitation, "I can, he is mine and I will continue to say it until my last breathe. The child is mine." Otto stare at his grandson in a mixture of emotions, Aemond raise a brow at his grandsire making the older man purse his lips and look away from him.

"I think I heard enough." Viserys finally says making everyone look at him, he looks at Jaenara as he speaks, "As I sit here and watch you, all I can think is how I failed you in so many ways..." Jaenara looked at him shocked, "...your aunt warned me and I didn't listen, no, I didn't care and I am sorry for that, my child." Viserys gives a regretful look, "After what concor nights ago, I converse with my hand and dear wife on the matter..." Jaenara glance over at Alicent and Otto to see them with their head raise high with smirks, "...so, I took it upon my myself to send Ser Krey away."

It felt like everyone eyes were on Jaenara as the air left the room, Jaenara stood frozen feeling a bit dizzy at her grandsire words. But, she hide it, she hid the sadness and the fear that swirl in her heart.

"To the wall?" Rhaelle asked with a frown, Jaenara didn't glance at her aunt as she stood to stare ahead at her king.

"No, I sent him back home to the Vale, where he will do his duty and become Lord of  Stonemount." Viserys looks away from Rhaelle to Jaenara, "Where he will be married off to Annalyse Royce, and hopefully do his father proud and continue on his legacy." Viserys study his granddaughters face, but Jaenara held her emotions in staring at him with a blank look.

"What of the princess and her child, husband." Alicent asked making Jaenara and Viserys look at her, "Will her infidelity go unpunish as well?" Viserys gives a small frown.

"The girl made a mistake, Alicent." The Queen press her lips together in anger, "...just like you did when you laid with Baelor." Both Jaenara and Aemond eyes widen in shock as they turn look at Alicent, The Queen stood there with a look of shock and horror at her husband's words, "I never blame you or was angry with you when you fell pregnant with his son, I knew you had a lapse in judgment and baelor was just a silly boy that wanted nothing more than to get back at me for what I put his mother through." Jaenara glance over at Rhaelle, who was just as shock not expecting the king to sprout those words in front of others.

"I...I.." Alicent was flabbergasted as she looks around before clasping her mouth shut and bowing her head in embarrassment.

"Jacerys." Viserys called making Jace perk up with wide eyes as he look up to his grandfather, "You are the one who started all this mess, I think it is only fair you should be the one to apologize to your sister and uncle." Rhaenyra mouth fall open in shock.

"But, father, he shouldnt have to apologize for something so miniture." Rhaenyra started as she step forward, viserys shift in his chair and focus his gaze on his eldest daughter.

"Was it not him who told Jaenara that she couldn't name her child after her father?" Viserys ask.

"Yes, but–"

"Was it not him that called her child, your grandchild, his soon to be neice or nephew a bastard unprovoked?" Rhaenyra swallow at her father questioning, "Was it not him that brought Ser Krey into this in the first place, my daughter? While you stood aside and allow him to slander your daughter's name." Viserys used his sword to help him stand up, Rhaenyra looks down like a kick dog when her father's tone became firm, "I ask you a question, Rhaenyra, and I expect you to look at me when you answer." Rhaenyra's throat contract before she lifted up her head to see her father limping down the steps.

"Yes, my king." She finally answered in a small voice.

Jaenara and Aemond move out the way as Viaerys walk pass them to stand and look towards his daughter and grandson.

"I have turn a blind eye to many things over the years, Rhaenyra." He huffed, "All because you are my daughter, but I will no longer turn a blind eye to your daughter's mistreatment any longer." He states firmly with a stern look, Rhaenyra shuffle in her feet in one place like a child being scolded.

"Yes, father." She answered with hint of dismay, Viserys narrow his eyes at his daughter and stepped forward again catching her attention.

"You should be thanking the gods Rhaenyra that I'm not making you get on your knees in beg for that child's forgiveness." He chided making his daughter frown as she shrinks, "But, since you have so much pride and I have no energy to go back and forth with you,  I will leave you be for now but do expect another talk to come your way once this is over. Do you understand Me?" Rhaenyra nodded her meekly, Viserys hmmed before turning towards his grandson, "Don't you have something to say, boy." Jace looks at his mother before looking at his grandsire, he bow his head and stepped forward going to Jaenara and Aemond.

He look at them as Jaenara stare at him with an uncomfortable expression, Aemond held a small smirk as he watch his nephew look gather the courage to speech.

"I'm...I'm sorry for what I said the other night, It was stupid and hurtful, I didn't mean it. Any of it. Like you said I was drunk." Jacerys couldn't look his sister in the eye as he spoke, neither could jaenara, she never thought in her many years of living that her grandfather would talk down to his daughter and make her brother apologize.

"It's okay, jacerys. Thank you." He flick his eyes up to contact with her own, she saw the anger and dismay that swirl around them.

"Now, let's put this all to rest and move on, I would rather not have celebration end on a sour note," The kings says as he walks away, Otto follows suit with an unsatisfied look.

Jacerys and Rhaenyra was quick to leave as well, probably to go lick their wounds, leaving only Alicent, Aemond, Jaenara, Rhaelle and Daemon in the throne room.

"Aemond." The prince and the princess turn to look at their uncle coming their way, Aemond swallow before raising his head with a cool look, "Let's take a walk." Daemon says firmly before turning to walk away, Aemond glance at his wife slighlty worried, but gave him a small reassuring smile.

Jaenara squeeze his arm, before letting him go, Aemond followed quickly after him leaving three in the hall. Jaenara look over at her aunt standing off to the side looking at her, just as jaenara made her way towards her, Alicent move to block making jaenara look at the older woman with a raise brow.

"You may have trick my son into caring for that bastard in your belly, but do not celebrate too soon. He will see you for what you truely are and he will get rid of you." She scowled, a small smile etch it's way on to her lips making Alicent look like she was about to combust.

"I doubt that, my queen." Jaenara resorted back before shouldering pass her towards her aunt, Alicent growl before stalking out of the throne room.

Rhaelle met her neice halfway before walking towards the doors, "She doesn't look happy, what did you say to her." Rhaelle asked curious.

"Just something she knows that is true." Jaenara turn her head to give a small smile, rhaelle nod her head feeling that that is all she going to get from the young princess, "Should I be worried that Daemon wanted to talk to Aemond." She asked, rhaelle chuckle before shaking her head.

"Only a little bit, your uncle is pretty unpredictable." Rhaelle answered.

"And yet you always know what his about to do." Rhaelle smile fondly as they stop outside in the hall.

"Yes, well when you been marry to someone as long as I have you begun to see a pattern with them." Jaenara hummed with a thoughtful look, rhaelle notice and reach up to move a curl behind her niece's ear.

"Do you wish to talk about it?" Rhaelle asked with a sympathetic look, jaenara grin a bit before shaking her head.

"There's nothing to talk about, Aemond and I moving pass it."

"I wasn't talking about Aemond." Jaenara looks at her aunt, her eyes flicker between her aunt before looking away.

"His nothing to talk about, his in the past." Jaenara says solemnly, Rhaelle sighs grabbing jaenara's aem to pull the girl to her.

She wrapped the young princess in a hug, jaenara stood there for a moment before she wrap her arms around her aunt's waist. Why couldn't her mother be like rhaelle, she thought, why couldn't she love her like rhaelle.

"If ever need to talk I'm always here, my dear." Jaenara nod rubbing her face against rhaelle's shoulder as she close her eyes, letting herself feel the love and care that she never got from her mother in the hug.

Rhaelle held her tight knowing the younger princess needed it more than ever.

[world-of-wales]

THE WALES DIARIES ♚

14 SEPTEMBER 2023 || HEREFORD VISIT : KINGS PITTS FARM

For their final engagement of the day, The Prince and Princess of Wales visited We Are Farming Minds charity at Kings Pitt Farm in Hereford.

The charity was established by Sam and Emily Stables with an aim provide mental health care and support for all tenants to help struggling farmers deal with the uncertain nature of their job, bereavement, etc.

This aim aligned with a new mental health policy and schemes which will be at the heart of Prince William's approach to running the Duchy of Cornwall going forward.

The new policy will provide ongoing mental health support to all the Duchy's tenants and will also have a specific focus on those in rural and more isolated communities, helped by the We Are Farming Mind charity.

Kings Pitt Farm is a part of the Duchy tenancy, where Catherine and William met two of the farm's donkeys and watched sheep being herded by sheepdog Hugh.

They also spent time speaking to a group of farmers who have benefitted from the charity's support.

[maledictus-maleficus]

        " It is quite unlikely. " She is nonetheless giving him a round of well-earned applause. Her knights would surely follow suit.

@maledictus-maleficus​

“I am Tohil Ignacio Otxo Xiu, the Eternal Commander. All my words are Commandment, Natural Law, Truth. My Labor Theory of Value dictates that any good or service has its value determined by the necessary labor’s effort to produce it. So for this beatdown, I won’t be needing reimbursement…

“Because it won’t require any effort at all.”

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“How was that, little king? Would that intimidate that old man?”

[exclamania-news-network]

[A sentient chess set, minus the board, floats in. the pawns start speaking one by one, from a to h, alternating white and black.]

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♟Emerson. I'm voting Status.

♙Hey, name's Felix. I'll cast my vote for Nefarious.

♟I'm Finn and you're watching me vote Nefarious!

♙I am known as Grace. I will use my ballot to increase the number of votes for the one known as Nefarious by one.

♟Gerry Mander here, I'm voting Status.

♙i'm... my name is henry.... and i'm v-voting for josé...

♟HEY MY NAME IS HARPER I AM GOING TO VOTE FOR NEFARIOUS!!!

[The other pieces begin talking one by one, in the same order of a to h and alternating white and black. The kings, however, remain silent for now.]

♖Akta like chaos. Akta vote Nef.

♜Argona is me.... Nefarious is my president...! If I am to decide...

♘I am Belle of the Ball. I will vote for Status.

♞Bolaro says Bolaro counter Balls Belle vote.... José.

♗I am High Priestess Christiansen, and I will cast my shining vote for The One who Updates, Status.

♝I am,, Higher Priesbt, Carlosen. I vooote Nefarious. Hehehehe.... I surej am th higher Priest of dis land..

♕Hello, friends.... I am Darci, Queen of the army of Light. I am going to vote for Status Updates.

♛I'm Dianne, Empress of the Army of Shadow. I will do my best to ensure Nefarious gets his reign... with a singular vote, of course.

♗My name and title is Lowest Priest Fitzgerald. I have been documenting my findings on each candidate, and have decided that none of this matters. I cast my vote for a write-in, named Spinel, just to see her name on the results.

♝I be low priest Fabio. I will vote for the true chosen, José.

♘I am Great Galerider. I will cast my ballot for Nefarious Exclam.

♞....they named me Grecy Guuci. I'm voting for Nefarious as well.

♖Hantril Cobblesplitter. I vote for Nefarious.

♜Hudileg Bonegrinder's the name, voting for José's my game, right now at least.

[...]

♔ I am Ernest, King of the Serious and those of brightened sun. I hold no hostility to those who went against me, though I will not change my mind from their actions. I am voting for Status Updates.

♚ I am Erebou, Monarch of the Primal and those of darkened shadow. You need not know my story, though my vote is clear. I will cast all my strength, and this ballot, to Nefarious Exclam.

[okeey....]

[20 for Nef, 6 for Status, 5 for José.]

[hxuse-of-muses]

King Ghidorah (Banished & Humiliated Verse): Do you ever get lonely in this new chapter of your life?

{♚}—; Ghidorah sneered a bit at the thought, being banished made it so they were not welcome around territories that Godzilla claimed as his which was almost everywhere. Ichi was the first to speak up, sounding not too thrilled to be discussing this with a stranger. "I still have Ni and San, and that is all we will ever need."

The golden dragon desired to get revenge on the king, but at the same time Ichi especially hated how Godzilla made them feel real fear for the first time. All the times they'd fought, they never felt truly threatened like Godzilla could destroy them for good but their last battle felt like had they not been let go then it could have been the end for them had they not been shown mercy.

[cozyreadings-ao3]

Escaped/Modern DBD A/B/O AU - “A Pack’s Harmony”

Chapter 1: “Shaky Assimilation”

Word Count: 3,739

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After years of tortuous trials and countless attempts at fleeing, the survivors and killers finally found a breakthrough in the growing instability of the collapsing realm. With the unexpected help from the FBI — as they had been observing the unnatural phenomenon for years — the extensively trained agents immediately jumped into action once the victims made it to the other side. Finally free from that hellish, cold, dark realm, the FBI came to their aid, providing shelter, protection, and life necessities to the victims.

The federal agents chose very few, specific killers to rescue, a true Hail Mary with their rehabilitation attempts. Most other killers were deemed unsafe to come out of the phenomenon, and others were sadly believed to be beyond repair. The FBI keeps the killers and survivors separate with their housing arrangements, not wanting to cause any possible altercations. Yet, they all live in the same, fenced-up, small, secluded cul-de-sac.

 

Not far apart, the killers and survivors were simply just across the road from each other, surprisingly — for the most part — getting along rather well. The government desperately tried to keep the group contained and hidden away from the public, still undergoing studies and tests on them to test for any abnormalities. Once passed through the tests — however long that would take — they *could* have the possibility of leaving this controlled environment, moving to a normal location instead. Though, that wasn’t expected to happen any time soon.

 

In their first day of freedom, a few of the domestic agents worked together with the victims, trying to get their living arrangements in writing. Giving them a day of downtime before beginning to conduct their series of medical tests. Allowing for each individual to speak up on their housing preferences, many immediately chose to bunk with a specific person/group, while others just seemed too baffled to even answer the question.

 

Getting what they could out of everyone, the housing arrangements were decided…at least for now. Leading everyone to their respective houses, they had everything in writing:

 

- Survivor house arrangements -

• House 1: Claudette Morel, Meg Thomas, Dwight Fairfield, and Jake Park. (Per all individuals’ requests.)

 

• House 2: Mikaela Reid, Sable Ward, Feng Min, and Nea Karlsson. (Per 2 individuals’ requests.)

 

• House 3: Haddie Kaur, Kate Denson, Yun-Jin Lee, Yui Kimura, and Zarina Kassir. (Per 2 individuals’ requests.)

 

• House 4: Jane Romero, Élodie Rakoto, Thalita Lyra, and Renato Lyra. (Per 2 individuals’ requests.)

 

• House 5: David King, Vittorio Toscano, Gabriel Soma, and Jeff Johansen.

 

• House 6: Ace Visconti, Adam Francis, Felix Richter, and Jonah Vasquez.

 

- Killer house arrangements -

• House 7: Susie Lavoie, Julie Kostenko, Frank Morrison, and Joey. (Per all individuals’ requests.)

 

• House 8: Max Thompson Jr. and Philip Ojomo. (Per 1 individual's request.)

 

• House 9: Anna, Sally Smithson, and Carmina Mora. (Per all individuals’ requests.)

 

—

 

As everyone was freshly showered and well rested for the first time in forever, they were awoken to a surprise of multiple doctors scattered across their limited yard. Temporary medical tents were even set up, stock full of countless, expensive supplies. Carmina had already beaten everyone else to the tents — besides Anna and Sally, who had pushed her here in the wheelchair — hooked up to a few IVs and surrounded by soft-tempered doctors.

 

Inspecting the poor woman’s missing, crucial limbs, it was obvious prosthetics would quickly need to be made and fitted to her, which meant physical therapy would also be necessary. They were just thankful for the girl’s compliance, getting fluids and numbing medication flowing through her system while she lay and relaxed. There was little enjoyment to be had in life when you were missing your arms *and* legs, pushing the professionals to speed up their prosthetic building process, wanting to give this girl her life back.

 

Determined to fully observe each little detail of the group after coming from such an unexplainable phenomenon, each person was mandated to undergo a series of medical exams. Blood tests, physical exams, and, of course, DNA tests. It was not only to examine the body’s possible reaction to their previous experiences, but also to test for their secondary genders. Each person was going to be provided therapy and support groups in correspondence to their secondary genders. These individuals were just victims after all, and the agents didn’t mind extending a supporting hand out to help them step closer towards the integration of the new world.

 

While going through their lengthy line of medical checks, the professionals were met with a few uncertain, reluctant people, yet they all eventually agreed and complied. However, making their way to a particular redhead who had previously been so kind and cooperative with the other tests, they were shocked by her sudden, blatant refusal. Getting unexpectedly snippy and short with the patient staff, Meg refused the mouth swab. “Yeah, no thanks.” Stepping back away from the medical personnel, she crossed her arms over her chest, careful not to bump her bandage from recent blood drawing.

 

Holding the swab with confused, furrowed brows, the female doctor was at a bit of a loss. No one else had refused yet, and she didn’t quite know how to gently handle the situation from here. Glancing down at the medical paper on her side table, the woman tried to jog her memory with Meg’s name. “Ms. Thomas, this is a mandatory test.” Going above and beyond to be kind and patient with the girl, the doctor smiled, trying to reassure her — just in case the redhead was ‘afraid’ of the test. “It’s a simple swab. No needles are required; it’s painless, and the labs are run off-site afterwards. It takes just a second.”

 

As if the girl hadn’t listened to a word the doctor said, Meg immediately shook her head in response, continuing to keep her distance. “Once again: no thanks. I’m not concerned about the test, I just want to opt out.” Looking over at the woman trying her best to stay patient, the redhead continued. “I’m a beta. I went through the test when I was a teen; you can just write that down.”

 

A bit baffled with such a bold display, the professional momentarily paused. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t an optional test you can ‘opt out’ of. This is actually being requested by the FBI, Thomas.” With her smile beginning to waver ever so slightly, her voice remained soft and comforting. “This is no longer an average, domestic checkup that you’re used to.”

 

Despite the doctor trying her best to remain kind and patient, Meg trampled all over her gentle performance. “I’m a beta, just write it down.” Glancing down at her paper on the table then back to the kind doctor, Meg gave a short, somewhat sarcastic smile. “Have a great day, ma’am.” Abruptly walking away from the doctor and out of the medical tent, Meg left the baffled professional to herself.

 

The doctor’s smile dropped after the interaction, hesitantly filling out the redhead’s paperwork. Whether it was actually correct or not, the woman didn’t know. Setting the pencil down, she flipped to the next paper, once again putting on a smile, calling up her next patient. “Karlsson?”

 

Outside of the tent, Meg’s smile suddenly turned sincere when meeting back up with Claudette again. The girl stood out in the green plains that surrounded their enclosed, FBI-controlled cul-de-sac, gently prodding at the bandage wrapped around the bend of her arm. “Claud, how are you feeling?” Smiling, Meg looked down at the nervous girl, watching her umber eyes immediately shoot up to meet her own emerald orbs.

 

A smile quickly overtook her once-so-nervous face. “Oh, Meg.” Softly speaking up, the girl lowered her restless, prodding hand. “I’m feeling alright.” Glancing back to the tent behind the redhead, Claudette had just come from that station: the DNA testing. Meg had previously confessed about her true secondary gender to the botanist before, during one insomnia-ridden night at the campfire. The redhead was so ashamed and afraid of being labeled a ‘monster.’ It only led the girl to wonder…how did that interaction go? “Did you give the staff any trouble?”

 

Running a hand through her soft, clean hair, Meg toyed with her curly ponytail. Stretching a bit, the woman arched her back before abruptly stopping with Claudette speaking up. “Well, no..? Not *technically*?” Smiling sheepishly, the athletic woman knew how ‘disappointed’ the soft-tempered girl would have been to know her full dismissive attitude toward the generous medical staff. A little fib to keep the girl happy wouldn’t hurt, right? “They didn’t get the sample, but I wasn’t rude to anyone.”

 

With a soft smile and unsure eyes, Claudette’s gaze slowly drifted away from Meg, just hoping she was being truthful. Stepping a bit closer to her redhead counterpart, the girl rested her head gently against the woman’s arm, looking around the busy yard.

 

Thalita and Renato sat in a tent together, the sister getting her blood drawn, while the younger brother stood close by, taking the familiar hand into his own. It settled his nerves to be close to family like this.

 

The ‘Legion’ — if it were even proper to call them that anymore — were huddled together like usual. With each test, the teens stayed in a group, causing the doctors to trade paperwork, as the teens were picky to stay together. They couldn’t even blame the poor kids either; this was a truly nerve-wracking experience, and it was only reasonable to stick close.

 

Glancing over, Claudette noticed Philip and Max still in a tent themselves. The lanky, concerningly emaciated man was hooked up to an IV, getting easy nutrients directly into his body. Beside him was Max, undergoing a physical examination with his severe fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva, trying to find the right treatment and medication to proceed. Due to the excess bone structure, surgery was useless, as it was common for more bone formations to just reform in the place of removal.

 

Although many others were already finished with their tests — in their respective houses, relaxing — Claudette’s attention was directed to the tent with Anna, Sally, and Carmina. The three of them had been there for hours, especially Sally, not wanting to leave Carmina’s side. Doctors continued to aid the quadruple amputee, making rushed molds and casts of the temporary sockets. Although these prosthetics weren’t going to be anything long-term, they were still crucial to creating the eventual, permanent prosthetics for the woman.

 

Every prosthetic involved the tedious trial and error process. Wrong size. Wrong length. The socket too loose. The socket too tight. The finicky creation was a long one. Giving the girl her first set of prosthetics, the doctors didn’t expect her to use them right away, nor did they want her to. A recovery like this would need months of physical therapy, but eventually she would get to a happier point. Carmina was just grateful to have both Anna and Sally at her side, ready to help at every turn.

 

—

 

Returning to their home, butterflies briefly fluttered in Claudette’s stomach. Entering *her house*, that just sounded so nice… She severely missed having a safe place to relax. With the two girls walking in to a quiet TV playing, they were promptly greeted by Dwight’s soft, yet enthusiastic voice. “Welcome back! We had some food supplies delivered while you two were out. I’ve already put it away in the kitchen, have a look if you’d like.” Smiling with his usual, cute, dorky face, it was thoughtful of the man to put everything away, given the girls had been busy and Jake was trying to mellow out.

 

The introverted, softhearted man was all wrapped up in a soft blanket, curled up on a separate loveseat in the corner of the living room. Upon their arrival and Dwight’s soft greeting, Jake curiously peeked past his blanket, dark orbs landing on the other two. In his own form of greeting, he gave a slight, silent wave accompanied by a smile, staying underneath his blanket. The man struggled with overstimulation and overwhelming situations. The past two days had been a lot for him, leaving him quiet and to himself. It was his own comforting reset of sorts, just trying to fill that social battery back up. There was no shame in bowing out of the action for a second.

 

Giving a soft smile to her new housemates, Claudette’s umber eyes respectfully drifted to both Dwight and Jake, giving them their equal acknowledgment. “Thank you, Dwight.” Sincere in her gentle gratitude, the botanist curiously eyed the kitchen — just beyond the living room’s farthest wall. “We’ll go check it out.” Giving one last, soft glance to Dwight and Jake, Claudette entered their kitchen, with Meg following behind, like a dog at her heels.

 

Curiously looking through the cupboards — relieved to see fulfilling snacks and *actual* food for the first time in a long while — Meg’s blue eyes would occasionally drift back, peeking over her shoulder to Claudette. Watching the short girl look through the drawers with a smile, the redhead couldn’t help but smile along herself. It all felt so domestic and warm, like they were truly living a normal, happy life together… If you ignored their small, fenced-in, FBI-controlled cul-de-sac in the middle of — seemingly — nowhere.

 

Looking back to the cupboards, Meg quietly shut the doors, spinning on her heels, turning to face Claudette. “Hey Claud.” Speaking up, the energetic woman lifted her arm, prodding at the medical gauze wrapped around the bend of her arm. “You’re the smart one; can I take this off yet?” With a teasingly playful tone, Meg gave the girl a cute smile.

 

Interrupted in the middle of her looking, Claudette curiously turned her head as her nickname was spoken. Glancing back to Meg, the bespectacled girl raised a brow at the woman’s provokingly worded question. “This should be a very simple answer, Meg.” Playfully responding, Claudette turned around, smiling as she faced the redhead. “Has it been thirty minutes since your blood was drawn?” Teasing right back, the botanist awaited a response.

 

Meg’s heart nearly skipped a beat with Claudette’s sweet smile and cute, reciprocated teases. However, fighting off the admiration, the woman kept their playful conversation’s energy. Pausing for a second, her blue eyes curiously landed on a nearby clock, slightly askew on the wall. “…I *think?*” Meeting back with the girl’s own dark eyes, Meg’s smile remained soft and playful.

 

Glancing down to Meg’s gauze with a nod after her answer, Claudette tilted her head and softly gestured towards the medical wrap. “Congratulations, you just answered your own question.” Teasing the athletic woman once more, the shorter girl’s smile remained honest and sweet. “You’re allowed to remove it now.” Lifting the teasing tone a bit, Claudette gave a genuine answer, actually beginning to unwrap her own. Honestly, after everything that happened today, the girl had forgotten all about the gauze band.

 

—

 

While these particular housemates were getting along exceptionally well — as the four had all chosen to bunk together — the next house over, dubbed ‘house 2’ was…a bit of a different story. Sable and Mikaela had chosen to bunk together; however, Nea and Feng were both randomly selected to fill the empty spaces. They didn’t mind the other housemates…until they did.

 

Feng could be rather picky or specific at times, though for the most part remaining respectful. But, Nea? Completely different story; the girl seemed incredibly angsty, entitled, and territorial. While it had only been a day together, anything could change as they settled in. Sable was just riding on that hope, while Mikaela was instead already trying to cope with their housing arrangement.

 

When it came to choosing housemates, Haddie and Yui immediately banded together. The two had grown quite friendly with each other during their time in the fog, so it was only natural that they would choose to stick together. Without further preferences mentioned, the two girls were randomly placed in ‘house 3’ with Kate, Yun-Jin, and Zarina. A house of girls didn’t seem like a bad thing at first; however, their attitudes and secondary genders were definitely going to be a tough challenge to overcome.

 

Yun seemed to be easily annoyed, with Kate already getting on her nerves; in return, Zarina couldn’t stand Yun’s constant, teetering mood. However, surprisingly, the ex-producer did happen to get along with at least one of her housemates: Yui. This was likely due to their similar dominant personalities, as most of the more dominant pack members tightly banded together.

 

In ‘house 4’ was a unique setup and interesting ratio. As the Lyra siblings requested to be housed together, they were granted their request, along with adding Jane and Élodie to the house. When their housemates were first revealed, Thalita giggled at the thought of Renato being outnumbered by the women, poking fun at her little brother. However, despite the thrown-off ratio, the house is very calm, with the vibes almost always positive. It was easy for the four of them to relax, sharing stories and telling jokes together. Who knew Renato could fit in so well with women…or, maybe it should have been obvious, as his older sister did practically shape his future.

 

Unlike all the other arrangements before, ‘house 5’ didn’t have any individual requests on housing preferences. This left the overseeing agents to just put a handful of the leftover survivors together. David, Vittorio, Gabriel, and Jeff ended up sharing this house, all on a random chance. Despite the uncertainty at first, the four men realized just how much they had in common. David and Jeff had a particularly fun time showing certain movies and technological pieces to both Vittorio and Gabriel.

 

One of the men had been too far in the past to really understand everything in the present — despite his previous timeline hopping — while the other had been too far in the future. For Gabriel, it was all about survival and work; there was no time for movies and entertainment — as if everything even survived the downfall — not to mention, this was actually the man’s first time on Earth… Everything was a bit baffling to him at this point.

 

Similar to the previous residence, the arrangements at ‘house 6’ were also randomly chosen. Ace, Adam, Felix, and Jonah were the only ones not selected now, leaving the agents to group these last few remaining survivors together. Although these four didn’t necessarily seem compatible at first glance, these guys surprisingly clicked together almost instantly. They held a kind of nonchalant vibe to their house, leaving the housemates collectively relaxed. Despite the odds, they get along super well, staying up all night to watch ridiculous, useless documentaries that they just got too invested in.

 

Moving onto the killer arrangements, they were actually easier to work with. Nearly each victim requested to be with at least one other, making the work much quicker for the agents. At ‘house 7,’ all the Legion decided to crash together, each agreeing to bunk with one another. It wasn’t much different from when they would spend their time at that old, abandoned lodge. However, now they were offered an actual house? Of course their arrangement was a no-brainer.

 

It was an initial time period shock to the teens who had grown up in the 90's, not having their usual Walkman or CD player. While settling in on their first day, Susie did convince Feng to come over and help the teens navigate their TV, specifically curious about the music. The technology-obsessed girl felt a twinge of pride while opening the group’s eyes to the ‘magnificent wonders’ of…YouTube.

 

Almost finished with the housing arrangements, the agents had yet another fairly simple pairing as they got to ‘house 8.’ This was the smallest residence, yet it was also only hosting two people: Philip and Max. Per the request of the lanky man, he was paired with Max, who seemed easily lost in screens. Upon realizing how advanced television had become since he was younger, the softhearted man wanted nothing more than to absentmindedly sit in front of a screen all day. Watching the heroic movies he had missed for so long. Philip didn’t mind his housemate’s stranger interests; he was purely here to be by the man’s side, to hopefully help him through some of his medical challenges. Max deserved the compassion and support.

 

Finally, at the last occupied home was ‘house 9,’ where Anna, Sally, and Carmina all agreed and requested to be together. Sally wanted nothing more than to help Carmina during her time of need, and Anna was just happy to follow behind anything Sally was doing. Both of the women treated their amputee housemate like a daughter, especially Anna, not wasting a single second to push Carmina’s wheelchair or to even carry the girl if it were easier or necessary. It would be a long, rough road for the girl to get her mobility and independence back, yet Anna and Sally were prepared to be with her every step of the way.

 

—

 

Giving the victims some space as they settled in, the agents stayed out of the way, conducting their tests from the previous blood draws and DNA samples. As they were looking for any abnormalities — wondering just how deeply this ‘realm’ could have affected them — they also took note of everyone’s secondary genders. Jotting down every answer they obtained in their files, they would soon need to send back the results to the victims. Along with possibly informing some of their identity for the first time, they also needed to set up respective support groups for each secondary gender. It was essentially a more specific form of therapy and would keep peace within the pack if they had an outlet to vent into, especially with double the amount of alphas to omegas in this particular pack.

 

A scattered — yet organized — mess of papers lay on a desk, each with a victim’s name, their information, and stray papers containing some of their results:

 

- Group’s pack roles -

• Alphas: Yun-Jin Lee, Yui Kimura, Sable Ward, Jeff Johansen, Anna, and Joey.

 

• Deltas: Nea Karlsson, David King, Zarina Kassir, Gabriel Soma, Thalita Lyra, Julie Kostenko, and Max Thompson Jr.

 

• Betas: Meg Thomas, Jake Park, Feng Min, Haddie Kaur, Jane Romero, Élodie Rakoto, Vittorio Toscano, Ace Visconti, Felix Richter, Jonah Vasquez, Philip Ojomo, and Carmina Mora.

 

• Gammas: Dwight Fairfield, Kate Denson, Renato Lyra, Adam Francis, Frank Morrison, and Sally Smithson.

 

• Omegas: Claudette Morel, Mikaela Reid, and Susie Lavoie.

[kinglyisms]

♚ — @ebresos ;; Eric & Siius.

Crimson hues stay on the shorter man. He, admittedly, had been coming there several times after the whole tea thing. Often, he would play chess and make tea for the other. Even if he didn’t feel like he was interesting, Siius believed he was. Even despite the Vurnoki piece he had within, he was still interesting to him.

He had grown fond of staring. It was probably rude but he couldn’t help it. Eric was also rather attractive. Would he say that out loud? He wasn’t sure.

“Mmmn. Would you like more tea?” He inquired as he stood from his spot opposite him. “Or shall we call it for today?”

   It’s weird how much Siius apparently decides to keep coming back. Eric wasn’t sure what to make of it, or when he had offered Eric to get out of the manor, away from all the stress here, and visit him in his forest. Eric had him mark on a map where he lived and when he was gone had carefully measured the distance. It was, admittedly, too far for him to go without risking death. But, he had at the very least considered it before politely declining the next time Siius visited. 

   But the fact he kept coming back to visit was odd to Eric. No one else visits him as much as Siius does, which was interesting to think about. Out of all the people he knows, and Eric knows a good bit, no one else is around that much. His “friends” are pretty much the people who live in the house with him, and the King if they can even define what they have as a friendship. It’s more like people Eric enjoys talking to and he can narrow that list down to about three people who don’t live with him. 

   But Siius keeps coming back, keeps taking the time to visit and see him, to talk to him and get to know him. And it’s weird. It’s very weird and he doesn’t know what to do with it. No one has given him this much attention since Elisabeth, and she had been gone from his life for a several centuries now. The world he had wanted to build with her was nothing but a nightmare that continues to haunt him. 

   Even with his heart buried six feet under along with her.

   Speaking of nightmares, with Siius visiting so much and staying so late, since he can only fly at night apparently, Eric hasn’t even been getting his naps in (though they were more like involuntarily passing out in his chair). He doesn’t like sleep, despite needing it, and his body was reaching its limit. He hasn’t fed in quite a while too, weeks at this point, and with Siius being around the hunger seems to be worse than normal. It’s the beat of his heart, his attractive body, simple things like that. He can rationalize it, that doesn’t mean he likes it.

   He also knows that he’s playing fairly horribly at chess and the tea isn’t sating his thirst like it usually does. So the question draws a gentle blink from Eric and he shifts in the chair, leaning forward to set the half full teacup down on the table. 

   “A break is fine. If you are hungry I can ask Zero to make you something to eat.”

[kinq-sleazee]

18+ feral thoughts of meanie!ichigo pulling your hair while you top him of in his frat brother!grimmjow cause it’s his birthday and that’s my man.

tw! degradation, oral , recording 🫶🏾

♕ ♕ ♕ ♕

they’re so bad too. like super sleazy bros that major in mansplaining and manipulation but get absolutely irate when you choose the bear !

you’re the problem not them.

why’d you wear such glossy lips if you didn’t plan on sucking dick today , whore ?

valid.

meanie!ichigo is very mean about it. he doesn’t care if you can breathe. he’ll pinch your nose while he feeds you his cock. in and out , brutally thrusting into your warm wet mouth. the way your throat bulges makes him throb.

meanie!ichigo moans so sluttily when you gagged around him. it feels so good , y’know? wraps your hair around his hand and just holds you against him. you couldn’t move even if you wanted to.

“that’s it, sweetie. be a good girl and take it. that’s all you’re really good for anyway”

fratbrother!grimmjow has the camera making sure to get every single angle of you chocking on his bro. loves the way you whimper and whine.

he’s definitely stroking his cock in time with ichigo’s thrust. you look so good with all those tears running down that pretty face of yours.

“y’know you sound way smarter with a cock in your mouth, pretty. can’t wait for my turn”.

[vampircking]

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   ▐ ♚▐;;                ‹Oh Glob...›

---This place has alot of dust.                 

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[the-dawn-star]

Can I Request the volturi kings (poly or separate either is fine) with a mate who feels like they aren’t good enough for them. Like maybe they are bit more childish and scatterbrained (maybe they have adhd and/or dyslexia) for their age. And they feel so inferior like even the receptionist who is younger then them is way more put together. Thanks!

The Volturi Kings x Childish Reader

A/N: HELLOO! So, first I got my computer back so I can start to write more frequently. Secondly, thank you so much about the request, it means so much to me. And third, does anyone know what is the gender-neutral term for lord/lady? Hope you like this!

-S

800ish words + not proof read

It all started when the new receptionist came. Everything had been just fine before it. You hadn’t felt any doubt in your relationship with the king. Shortly said everything had been perfect.

You were sitting on Caius’ lap when the new receptionist had been brought to the throne room. And you could just feel the stare that the kings were looking at the human. Even Caius stopped playing with you hand.

She was so put together and perfect and you were simply... you. Even if she was just a human, she was so perfect, and your mates were clearly seeing it.

.♚.

One day you were heading out with Marcus when you saw Aros hand pressed against the new receptionists cheek. He never did that with anyone else than you. “My love, is everything okay?” Marcus asked concerned when you had stopped walking.

“Everything is fine...,” You whispered and kept on walking. Marcus could see the bond between you and Aro changing but that happened a lot it didn’t mean that something bad had happened.

.♚.

You two had planned out a fun date out in Volttera, but you ended up not speaking most of the time. It’s not a surprise that your mates had taken a liking to her but still you hadn’t expected this. And slowly it ate your heart away.

Seeing her and Marcus laughing at jokes that you couldn’t get. And when you tried to make jokes like always their laughs sounded more like pity-laughs.

.♚.

You asked if you could come and sit around during a trial but Caius said that it would be too dangerous. It was the first time when I wasn’t allowed to be in the throne room. So, instead you went to the kitchen meant for humans (there are humans in the castle after all). But there she was..., looking as beautiful as always.

“My lady/lord,” Even the way she greeted you was elegant. You just nodded hoping that she would ignore you, but still, you could feel anxiety getting the best of you. “Is something wrong?” She brought you back to reality. A sound got between your lips but you couldn’t form any proper words so you just nodded and got out.

.♚. (A little bit of a blurb to the end.)

You sat in the private library of the kings. When you came into the picture, they had given you a permission to go and come to their library as much as your heart desired.

You couldn’t make any sense of the words on the old pages. It was like reading a language that you didn’t understand. But you were pulled away from the text when the door opened and you could see your mates and her laughing but saying bye right before the door closed.

Their smiles seemed to drop when they saw you sitting on an armchair in the corner. You bit your lip just to make sure that so tears left from your eyes. But like always they could see your distress.

Aro walked to you ready place his hand on your cheek. But you moved from the way. Now they really knew that something was wrong. You never pushed touches away, no, you just pushed yourself closer.

“What is wrong, my love. You never say no to my touch,” You could hear the pain in Aros voice. Marcus and Caius got closer to you two and settled around you.

“Do you like her?” You knew that it was childish to ask, after all she was perfect for them. Maybe Marcus had made a mistake with the mate bonds.

“Like who? What are you talking about?” Caius said and the rising panic could be heard from his words.

“She, the new receptionist... I have seen the way that you look at her. I mean she is perfect. She is only a human but still she looks like a vampire. She is amazing. You belong with her. You belong with someone who can fucking read a book,” You threw the book from your lap to the floor. But still, you couldn’t look at them.

“Is this what you are truly feeling? That we deserve someone better that you?” Marcus’ voice made you heart break. If he could cry, he would be sobbing. But looking up to them you could see that the crying wouldn’t be done only by Marcus, Aro and Caius looked just as terrified by your words.

Aro hold his hand out and pressed it gently against your cheek making sure that you could push away if you wanted, but you didn’t. He let out a deep sigh. “Our love, Marcus doesn’t do mistakes. You are our mate and nothing could change that. She will never reach the level that you are on. We don’t ignore those qualities in you, we love you because of those qualities,” You were crying when Are ended his speech. You hugged each one of them until settling on a sofa cuddled up with them.

[thecrownnet]

Who is James Colthurst?

Netflix’sThe Crown has returned for a fifth season, which will explore the inner workings of the royal family during the 1990s.

The drama will see the introduction of several new characters, as it covers the breakdown of Princess Diana and King Charles III relationship, Diana’s iconic “revenge dress” moment, and her 1995 interview with BBC’s Martin Bashir.

Among the new characters is Dr James Colthurst, a close friend and confidant of the late Princess of Wales.

Here’s everything we know about Colthurst.

Where did Diana and James Colthurst meet? Colthurst met Princess Diana in 1978 when she was 17, three years before she married then-Prince Charles.

At the time, she was still known as Lady Diana Spencer.

Colthurst and Diana met during a skiing holiday in Valet Claret in France through mutual friends but were introduced after she twisted her ankle.

Her friends, knowing Colthurst was training to become a doctor, brought her to see him.

Recalling their first meeting in a piece for The Telegraph, Colthurst said: “Good fun, bright and mischievous, it was hard not to hit it off with Diana straight away, and so began the friendship she and I maintained for the rest of her short, eventful life.”

Why was their friendship significant? Colthurst was the link between Diana and royal biographer Andrew Morton, who wrote Diana: Her True Story in 1992.

Colthurst would take Morton’s questions to the palace, where he have taped conversations with Diana.

Speaking of the arrangement, Morton previously said: “As her friend, James was well aware that her marriage had failed, and her husband was having an affair with Camilla. By this stage, Diana was very concerned for her safety and the safety of those around her.

Morton told the Irish Sunday Mirror: “James would go to see Diana in her sitting room with tea and biscuits and stick a microphone on her sweater. He would turn the tape on and literally ask the questions I had prepared. It was a very hit-and-miss process.”

What else do we know about James Colthurst? According to The Sun, Colthurst was educated at Eton College in Windsor, before training to become a surgeon at St Thomas Hospital in London.

He is understood to be married and have two daughters.

- Yahoo News

*Oliver Chris portrays Dr. James Colthurst in Season 5. ♚

[bae-del-moon]

From the Heavens || Sangyeon (C1)

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Pairing: Sangyeon x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Rated: M (for Suggestive and Violent themes) 

Genre(s): Romance, Fantasy, Angst, Supernatural, Strangers to Enemies to Lovers, Star-Crossed Lovers, Royalty AU

Summary: The sun has set. The moon has risen. The night has end, and another day has begun. Happy birthday to you. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, but it does. It’s time for you and the only other Gifted in the world to partake in the crowning ritual. Only one with the gift of summoning may rule. So who’s it going to be? You? Or the Lee Heir who might have stolen your heart?

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“Recite the history of the Gifted,” your tutor ordered you monotonously, not once looking up from the leather-bound book in her hands. 

You shifted in your seat, hands toying with the dry nib of the quill that laid on your desk before answering. “More than five hundred years ago, four families were given a gift from the heavens in the dead of night. When their eldest children woke, they found themselves with the gift of summoning.” 

“Summoning, what?” She grumbled, annoyance lacing her words. 

“The spirits of the dead from the netherworld,” you responded, dipping your quill into your glass inkwell. 

“Good,” she said, “Continue.” 

You sighed quietly and lifted your quill over the piece of parchment in front of you, letting the black ink on the nib drip onto the page. Then you started doodling. “Chaos ruled the world before the Gifted, and the King was of no help to his people. But, the four children used their gifts to bring peace and tranquility to our kingdom. Then they, along with the rest of the populace, decided that one of these four should be the crowned ruler. Not only because they brought peace and tranquility but because the people believed that it could only be kept if one of them became the ruling monarch. So, the strongest was decided to rule.” 

“Good. Good,” she murmured off-handedly, “What came then?” 

“The dividing. It was decided— though there’s no clear record of who— that our lands should be divided into four parts. One for each of the families to protect. Now, each family lives on a portion of land that borders the never-ending forest, miles away from town and secluded from the rest of the kingdom. The west went to the Angelos, to east the Mons. The Lee family took the north, and our family took the South; and, the King took the center of the kingdom.” 

“What else?” Your tutor huffed, “You’re forgetting crucial details yet again. What were they?” 

You bit your lip to keep yourself from snapping. You hadn’t forgotten anything. It was impossible after having your kingdom and your familial history drilled into you every day since you were able to read and write. You had simply chosen not to say anything about it. 

“They are peace, prosperity, and safety. It was prophesied that our kingdom will only prosper and live in peace for a hundred years, so long as a Gifted takes the throne. Even after they are gone, and the kingdom waits for new Gifted to born and present as such, the kingdom will live in peace, so long as the hundred years haven’t ended.” 

“What about the throne?” 

“No one else is allowed to sit on the throne besides a Gifted,” you finished, resting your chin in the palm of your hand and turning your head to the tall arched windows to your right that showed you your home’s backyard and the entrance to the southern never-ending forest. 

You turned to look at your tutor again. Her nose was still buried deep in the book in her hands, and she had yet to notice that you had finished responding. 

“May I leave now?” 

The words were like a trigger, she stopped reading the book in her hands, and her head snapped up to glare at you, eyes narrowing into slits. She snapped the book shut with a single hand before speaking. 

“Leave? Your lessons for the day have only just begun.” 

“Lesson from a book that I have learned and relearned a countless amount of times. I doubt there are any words in that book that I haven’t already heard read to me since I was a child. Or that I haven’t studied myself.”

“I am your tutor, and I will be the judge of that,” she hissed, taking a step toward you menacingly before righting herself and plunging into the book again. “Cockiness is not a virtue befitting the future monarch. You would do well to remember that.” 

Now it was your turn to narrow your eyes, “That wasn’t cockiness. That was fact.” 

“Is that so,” she said mockingly, “then, pray tell, what consists of the ritual you will have to undergo to claim the throne?” 

“You mean…” you smiled coyly, leaning over your desk toward her like you were about to share a secret, “You mean you don’t know?” 

“Of course not,” she scoffed, “Tell me. What is it?” 

You took a look around the room as if you were making sure there weren’t any extra pairs of ears listening, then waved her closer, “Well, you see….”

She nodded, invested in your words. 

“You aren’t blood.” 

Her jaw clenched, and she yanked the piece of parchment off your table and stepped into the light by the window. She took one glance at it and smirked, “Drawing while you’re supposed to be studying? I’m sure your parents would love to hear about this.” 

“Of course,” you agreed, “I’m sure my parents would love to know you are incapable of “teaching”… me properly.” 

It transpired in a nanosecond, you couldn’t be sure it had happened, but you thought it did. Your tutor growled. Then, proceeded to rip the parchment into little pieces. She glared at you. Was that a glint in her eyes, or was the sun playing a trick on you? 

She stepped toward you menacingly. 

“I wouldn’t do whatever you were just planning to if I were you,” your cousin’s voice spoke up from the entrance of your study. 

“Lady Hye,” your tutor greeted as she retracted her steps, “My apologies, but I fear I do not know what you are referring to.” 

Olivia studied your tutor silently from the door with her arms crossed. She hummed when she stepped forward a few moments later, “Is that so?” 

You noticed the sword hanging off her hips, sunlight hitting it just the right way for it to glint. You wondered if your tutor had noticed the sword at your cousin’s side too.

“I think it would be best if you took your leave now or I will need to have a talk with my dear aunt and uncle.” 

“B-But,” she stammered, “the day’s lessons have just begun.” 

“From what I’ve seen, the day’s lesson is something my dear cousin already knows by heart, and I very much doubt that forgoing today’s review will be damaging,” Olivia said, meeting your tutor’s eyes in an unwavering challenge until she relented. 

She stepped toward you menacingly. 

“I wouldn’t do whatever you were just planning to if I were you,” your cousin’s voice spoke up from the entrance of your study. 

“Lady Hye,” your tutor greeted as she retracted her steps, “My apologies, but I fear I do not know what you are referring to.” 

Olivia studied your tutor silently from the door with her arms crossed. She hummed when she stepped forward a few moments later, “Is that so?” 

You noticed the sword hanging off her hips, sunlight hitting it just the right way for it to glint. You wondered if your tutor had noticed the sword at your cousin’s side too.

“I think it would be best if you took your leave now or I will need to have a talk with my dear aunt and uncle.” 

“B-But,” she stammered, “the day’s lessons have just begun.” 

“From what I’ve seen, the day’s lesson is something my dear cousin already knows by heart, and I very much doubt that forgoing today’s review will be damaging,” Olivia said, meeting your tutor’s eyes in an unwavering challenge until she relented. 

“Very well,” she nodded. 

She had brushed past Olivia, and only a couple of steps remained between her and the door when Olivia spoke to her again. 

“I believe you have forgotten something.” 

“Pardon?” Your tutor asked quietly. 

“The book,” Olivia said, twisting around to look at her, “does not belong to you, and it certainly does not leave this household.” 

Your tutor gulped and wordlessly scurried back into the room to place it on one of the bookshelves that had been added to the room. 

You waited until the door closed behind her to release a breathless laugh, a wide smile growing on your face. 

It was inconceivable to you how much power a knight-in-training could hold, yet here you were, witnessing it in the form of your cousin. A moment later, you had pushed your chair back and ran to envelop your cousin in a hug. 

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, Olivia!” You said. “Every day I spend with her feels like a never-ending reissuing of our history.” 

“She goes over our history that much?” 

“More than you can imagine,” you nodded. “It’s tedious and repetitive. But, now that you’ve made her go away for the day, I can spend the day outside for once!” 

“Y/N—” Olivia began, a sad weariness coming through in her voice. 

“Oh, please,” you pleaded, already taking steps backward toward the arched glass doors. “Knights-in-training are rarely allowed to leave the training grounds, and I never get a day off either.” 

Truthfully, every day you spent in lessons with your tutor felt like a special type of torture that you had yet to grow accustomed to. 

Your study was actually the house’s old greenery. Various plants and flowers used to be grown here, hence the large paned windows. Growing up, you had spent the majority of the time you didn’t spend studying, playing in the greenery, or near the edge of the forest. 

When you had turned ten, your parents had taken your love for nature into consideration for your studies and informed you that from then on, you would be having daily lessons in the greenery. You’d understood that you would be spending less time outside, but at least you’d still have the greenery to comfort you. 

Then, you saw it, your new study. To call it a greenery was to mock you. It wasn’t a greenery anymore, there were hardly any green, any plants, in there besides the potted ferns near the window and vines wrapped around the windows and running through the roof. 

They’d emptied it and put in bookshelves, a large desk for your tutor and a small one for you. 

“Please,” you repeated to Olivia, “Let’s go explore the outskirts of the forest. We haven’t done that in a while. I haven’t been able to do that in a while.”  

“Y/N,” Olivia cringed, “I’m really sorry. But, I was sent here on business. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, the Council sent me here to be your personal guard today. They thought it would be best if a family member was your guard for the night.” 

“Why do I need a guard?” You asked. “I’ve never had to have someone guarding me before unless I was going into town.” 

Olivia studied you for a moment before answering you, “You... you don’t realize what day it is, do you?” 

“Friday,” you shrugged, “just a day before the weekend, as far as I’m aware.” 

She chewed on her lip, contemplating if she should be telling you the truth or not. Then, she realized that even if you didn’t like what she had to tell you, it would be better for you to know what you were walking into. 

“It’s your birthday, Y/N. You’re twenty-three today.”

“And?” You shook your head, still not understanding what your birthday had to do with needing a guard. “What of it?” 

“The Lee heir. He’s twenty-three too. Turning twenty-four this year. You’re both officially the same age, and they’ve decided that it’s time for the new monarch to be chosen.” 

“What?!” You yelped. “Today?!” 

Panic began to settle in the pit of your stomach. It was too much for you to take in at one go. 

It wasn’t a secret, especially to you, that one day you’d have to partake in the crowning ritual, and that day was always getting closer. You knew your parents expected you to win the crown— being that they believed your own gifts were stronger than they ever had been for any of your ancestors (but really, how could they be sure of this) and the fact that you were one of the only two heirs to the throne in existence. 

The possibility— or certainty, if your parents were the ones being asked— of you sitting on the throne had been ingrained into you since you were a baby, the same day you’d been born, and they noticed the olive branch-shaped birthmark on your left shoulder blade. 

It was inevitable that this day would come. But, you had always imagined you’d get some sign, some warning that the day was around the corner. 

Maybe someone would finally tell you what the ritual was, what it consisted of, and what you would have to go through to discover if you were or were not meant to rule. 

“No,” Olivia shot down quickly, trying to calm you. “No, the ritual isn’t today. But, a ball is being held in your honor as a way to officially present you. All of the noble families will be there, except for—“ she made a motion with her hands that let you know you were supposed to know this, “the Lee family. They’ll be having a ball of their own later, which we will not be attending.” 

You swallowed a breath. It sounded tedious and ridiculous to hold two balls when there could just be one. But, tensions ran high between the Lee family and yours, being that the only two you were the only two Gifted families still in existence because of a freak accident. 

“Why now?” You forced yourself to ask. 

“Because the two of you are exactly two years from marrying age.” 

“So?” 

“So they’ve decided that it’s finally time for the two of you to compete for the crown. Besides,” Olivia hesitated, “the Lee family has been pressuring for the commencement of the ritual since their heir is a year older than you. They’re hoping it’ll be to his advantage, he’ll be able to win the throne, and then they can marry him off.” 

You sighed, “I’m guessing they’ve already found the person he is to marry, then. Hence the pressure for the ritual. When’s the ball?” 

“Tonight.” 

You stared at her unblinkingly, the way she had been staring at your tutor. Then, silently, you nodded, accepting that this was your fate. 

“Your mother already set the clothes she would like you to wear. They’re new. From the tailors in town. Everything’s already in your room.” 

“Okay,” you said. You nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was to her or yourself, and a second later, you were making your way toward the door. 

Olivia followed behind you, her head held high, but her eyes clouded in thought. She felt as if she could feel waves of resignation coming off you. She was trying to think of what she could say to console you and grew frustrated as the words refused to form. Then, she realized that maybe there were no words that could console you. 

“You didn’t remember it was your birthday today, did you?” 

“No.” 

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“Our kingdom has indeed seen better days; two of our Gifted families are gone, and we haven’t had a Gifted on the throne in more than two hundred years. But, the wait is over! Princess Y/N is of age, and the time for the ritual is among us. May she bring peace to our kingdom. Long live the Y/L/N family to care for our kingdom!” A nobleman in attendance made a speech from the elevated platform at the front of the ballroom. 

“Long live the Y/L/N family!” The rest of the noble people echoed, clapping after they were done. 

You smiled at everyone who turned to look at you, uttering silent thank yous. Their attention wasn’t only on you, though. They turned, and clapped for your parents too, who grinned from ear to ear and basked in the attention. 

The people here were noblemen, noblewomen, and nobles that you were sure would appear at the Lee ball and cheer for their heir just like they were cheering for you. 

Did they think neither of you would realize they were cheering for one before turning around and doing the same to the other? Or that you knew that they were kissing up to your parents in hopes that they would be given some special “reward” once you were crowned? 

As if you weren’t the one that was going to be wearing the crown? 

Being the reigning monarch was inevitable, as your parents liked to say. You knew it was possible, and you’d been raised to believe that you were the future monarch, no other possibility as possible. 

“The Lee family is no match for our family blood.” 

They surrounded your parents as the music began again, and you tried your hardest to stay still and blend in. But it only took a second to break your moment of peace.

“Kim Younghoon is heading this way,” you whispered to Olivia, pulling on the sleeve of her dress to get her to follow you as you avoided looking in his direction. 

“You should give him a chance—“ 

“Olivia, please.” 

“Alright. Alright. Lead the way.” 

You weaved through the guests, leading Olivia through portions of the ballroom that had groups of people huddled together eating and talking, hoping that the looping you were going through to get to the main door was enough to lose Younghoon in the crowds.

When you finally made it outside the ballroom, the heavy doors closing silently behind your cousin, you released a sigh of relief. 

“You should really give him a chance, you know.” 

“Olivia,” you whined. 

“You know my aunt and uncle are hoping…” 

“I don’t like him. Not like that.” 

“Y/N,” Olivia insisted. 

“Olivia,” you sighed, pinching your nose in annoyance, “May I please have some peace?” 

There was a moment of tense silence before you spoke again, “I’m going to explore the castle.”

“You can’t do that.” 

“I can’t?” You snapped. “I thought this was my castle. After all, that’s what my dear parents say.” 

Olivia’s jaw snapped shut, and her eyes narrowed. It took her a second to answer you, and when she did, she did it through clenched teeth. “Everyone will notice if you’re not present at your own ball.” 

You grabbed the skirt of your dress in frustration, glaring at her the same way she was glaring at you. Although it made you angry to admit it, and you wouldn’t at least, not out loud, she was right. Everyone in attendance would notice you weren’t around at some point. The dress your mother had sent to be made for you was a bright red and covered in gold embellishments. 

If the guests didn’t notice you weren’t there, your parents surely would. 

“Exchange clothes with me.” 

“What?”

“Switch clothes with me.”

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You tiptoed quietly through the castle’s hallways, the heels of your heels becoming your enemy every time they came a centimeter close to the floor rather than the lantern that you carried to light your way. You almost wanted to huff every time you saw a guard walking through the castle, a lantern of their own in their hands. If Olivia had traded shoes with you, you’d have one less thing to worry about. The flats she’d been wearing made it easier to be silent. Your heels did not.

You were sure that had been out of pettiness. 

Still, you were grateful that she had at least traded clothes with you. Now, instead of the red gown your mother had bought, you wore a dull lilac-colored dress. 

Your hands trailed along the golden-colored decorations that had been molded against the marble walls. They weren’t faded like the designs that had been painted onto the walls of your own home, and there wasn’t any dust either. But, the pungent smell in the air told you everything you needed to know. 

They’d been painted recently. 

“To make a home,” you whispered to yourself, remembering the history of the castle that you had been taught, “for the one who communes with the dead to feel a little warmth.” 

Of the few ghosts you had interacted with while you were training, only one had ever truly made you feel a bitter coldness that reached your bones.

You failed to see how a bit of gold paint could help you feel warmer. 

You brought your lantern closer to the wall to study the curves and swirling decorations that protruded from the walls. They’d been painted carefully, but you could still see bits of old, worn paint where the molding met the wall. 

Perhaps that’s why most of the lanterns on the walls hadn’t been lit. They didn’t want anyone to see the castle had been under recent renovation. Or, they’d hoped that they could stop guests (maybe even you) from wandering around the castle if the halls were plunged into darkness. 

It was a pity that there weren’t any windows in the hallways that were deep inside the castle, though all they would do would be show you the interiors of the rooms there. Moonlight would have been nice to see the more intricate details. 

Still, that hadn’t stopped you from delving deeper into the castle. 

You’d thought you were utterly alone when you turned another corner, this time your heels accidentally clicking against the marble floor, causing you to freeze on the spot. You heard the scuffling of heavy boots against the floor behind you, and you knew you had to go. 

As quickly as you could, you slipped off your heels, held them in one hand, and ran across the long hallway. Your feet padded against the cold floors as you headed toward a pair of large, ornate doors that came together to form an arch. It was the last door before the hallway split into different directions. 

You opened the doors as quickly as you could, thanking the fates when you found it unlocked, and slipped inside. 

You were awestruck. The room was larger than you would have thought. It was dimly lit and had large arched windows that let the moonlight inside. There was a couch to your right, positioned in front of an unlit fireplace, with an unlit candelabra hanging above it, and to your left were rows upon rows of bookcases, forming dark aisles to get lost in. 

“Wow,” you whispered when your voice came back. There had to be more than just history books in there. 

You tossed your heels onto the couch mindlessly before making your way into the passages, using the lantern in your hand to light your way. The lanterns that hung off the cases hadn’t been lit, and you had to use your own to see where you were going. 

You studied the books you passed as best you could— leather bindings, golden, cursive lettering, but none of them caught your interest. In the distance, you caught sight of a single flickering lantern, and though that should have raised alarm bells, you walked toward it. 

Like a moth to a flame, you found yourself in front of it, casting a shadow on the books that its light touched. 

You looked around quietly, searching for whoever might have lit the candle. You found nothing, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Something felt… off. 

It felt like the first time you had accidentally summoned a ghost. No, you realized, that had been jarring. Right now, everything felt more… menacing, evil, like there was something wrong, and it was headed your way. 

You shook your head. You were being paranoid. 

You comforted yourself with the light the two lanterns cast,  and rather than running back to Olivia, you reached for one of the books in front of you. Its lettering shined more than the others like it had been taken care of more than the others. It intrigued you. 

You had just pulled the book from its spot when you found yourself staring at the ashen face of a smiling man that looked no older than you did. 

A startled yelp raced its way past your lips as you retracted your hand as fast as you could, knocking down some of the books that had been positioned next to the one you had picked. 

It took you a second to compose yourself, then you huffed at the man. You hadn’t summoned him. 

“Forgive the intrusion, but, I don’t believe you’re supposed to be here,” he grinned cheekily.

You said nothing, but you studied him carefully. One of his arms laid across the shelf nonchalantly while the elbow of his other pressed against it. His chin rested in the palm of that hand. Even more, his smile was so mischievous that you weren’t even sure you had ever seen one like it before. The corners of his eyes were even crinkled in mirth. 

What was he? The ghost of a previous royal librarian? 

You brought your lantern closer to him, hoping the light would help you see any defining details on him that would tell you who he was, and then you saw color. He was alive. 

Horrified at the sudden discovery, you bowed your head, “My apologies. I shall take my leave.” 

“No, wait. Hold on,” he said, rushing after you as you made your way back down the aisle in the direction of the couch. “I wasn’t kicking you out. I’m Sangyeon, and you are?” 

His question struck you, and as you sat down, you pondered if he really didn’t know who you are. 

You looked down at the book in your hands— Dragons. 

“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me your name?” 

Silence was enough of an answer. He got up while you flipped through the book. You’d just gotten captivated by the content of the book when he came back a minute later and placed some logs in the fireplace. 

It was only a moment before it was roaring to life, and you were flicking your gaze away so he wouldn’t know you had been watching.

“Can’t exactly read without light, right?” He said as he sat down next to you again. 

You stayed silent for a moment, questioning if it was a good idea to answer him. 

“No, I suppose not. Thank you.” 

 Silence encompassed the two of you as you returned your attention to the book in your hands, letting the crackling fire chase away the cold you hadn’t even realized you were feeling. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see him opening a book of his own. He flipped through a couple of pages before setting it down and turning to look at you again. 

He fidgeted. 

“I love that book you’re holding. It’s an interesting read, right? The draconian living conditions of this kingdom before the arrival of the Gifted,” he motioned to your book, smiling as he talked before suddenly rubbing his hands on his thighs nervously. 

You could only assume that he was doing this unconsciously. 

“This is about dragons.” You lifted the book to show him the engraving on the cover. 

“So it is,” he said flustered, laughing embarrassedly. “Anything, uh, anything good in there?” 

You bit back the smile that wanted to leave you. His flirting was surprisingly endearing. 

“Do you flirt like this with everyone you meet?” 

“Horribly?” He chuckled shyly.

“Just a bit,” you smiled at him, hoping he’d understand that you weren’t saying it maliciously but teasingly. He didn’t miss a beat. 

“I don’t suppose that means I’ve ruined any chance to speak to you?” 

You smiled. You didn’t understand why but he was starting to grow on you. Maybe it was the warmth of the fire putting you at ease, but you gaunt yourself giving him a chance. 

“You’re sort of doing that right now.” 

He grinned, “That’s right. I’m Sangyeon.” 

“I’m—“ you extended a hand for him to shake, “not telling you my name. You’re a stranger and could easily turn around and give my name to the guards behind us.” 

“What?” He asked, alarmed, twisting around to look behind himself. 

“I’m just kidding,” you laughed. 

“That was not fair,” he huffed, a ghost of a pout forming on his lips. 

“Not fair?” You said incredulously. “It’s completely fair after the scare you gave me! Besides,” you smiled teasingly, “now I know that you aren’t supposed to be here either.” 

He smiled again shyly, bowing his head bashfully. 

“That’s… fair,” he nodded. “May I at least have your hand?” He asked. 

“Of course.” 

You extended a hand for him to shake. He took it gently and placed the softest of kisses you had ever felt on the back of your hand. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my Princess.” 

“Princess?” You tensed. 

“What else am I supposed to call someone as beautiful as you? 

“Without the knowledge of my name, I guess nothing else.” 

“Then we’re agreed.” He chuckled, having yet to let go of your hand. 

You shook your head, amused at the turn he’d taken. You could almost swear that you could see his confidence growing as he locked eyes with you and smiled widely. It had to be confidence,  as he was puffing his chest out ever so slightly. 

You let him have the moment before teasing him again when he began to play with your fingers. 

“Don’t you think you’ve held my hand long enough? I hardly know anything about you. A bit improper.” 

Sangyeon let your hand drop quickly, turning into a blushing mess in the blink of an eye.

“I’m- I’m sorry.”

“I’m teasing,” you grinned, “But, I really don’t know anything about you.” 

“Ask till your heart’s content,” he said, shifting his position on the couch so he could face you. 

You chuckled at this and copied him, taking it a step forward and scooting forward so that your knees touched. 

You hummed, “What do you do?” 

“What do I do?” He laughed. 

“Well, you’re clearly not the royal librarian.”

He nodded, “I’m an apprentice, of sorts, for a scholar.” 

“Really?” You asked. 

He nodded. 

“Well, what subject are you the most interested in?” 

“Well,” he began, tilting this head from side to side. “I’ve taken a liking to botany and astronomy, though,” he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, “I’ve also taken a liking to cooking. I know that’s not something scholars typically.…” 

“Cooking is probably the hardest subject I can think of,” you grinned. “I know nothing about cooking. Botany, on the other hand…” you trailed off, leaning closer to him as if you were about to whisper a question to him, “now that I know a little something about.” 

“Oh, do you now?” 

“Mmm,” you nodded, “I grew up surrounded by nature, actually. Even hung around this beautiful greenhouse for most of my childhood.” 

“A greenhouse,” Sangyeon nodded, then leaned in just like you had, “So, what do you know?” 

“A lot,” you whispered to him. “But, I’m not telling you any of my secrets.” 

“No?” He whispered just the same. 

“No,” you giggled. 

It was one of those things that you didn’t notice until you were moments away from it happening. The two of you had leaned in closer to the other as if you were whispering secrets to one another that no other should hear. But, like magnets, you’d gravitated closer and closer together until you were giggling with your faces only centimeters apart. 

It wasn’t until your nose brushed against his, and you froze, that you realized how close to him you were. A moment later, he froze, and you knew he realized it too. 

Then time seemed to stop. 

The smiles fell off your faces, and your eyes flicked over to his parted lips. 

Why? Why did it feel like you were being pulled forward? 

You lifted your gaze to meet his bashfully, but instead, you found him staring at your lips just the same. Your breath caught in your throat. 

Closer and closer and closer. Your eyes fluttered shut.

Your lips ghosted over his, and you swore you could almost feel his lips coming into contact with yours. 

“Y/— Get away from her!” You heard Olivia yell before you were pulled backward. 

Your eyes flew open as your back hit the body of the couch. Stunned, you could only gasp as you watched Olivia punch Sangyeon in the nose. 

“What are you doing?!” You yelled, throwing yourself forward to grab Olivia by the arm and pull her away. 

“What are you doing, Y/N?!” She yelled. She stared at you disbelievingly, waiting for you to answer, and when you didn’t, she huffed. You grabbed your heels clumsily, having no time to put them on as she pulled you to the door.

Confused, you pulled your arm out of her grasp, “Look, I know he’s a stranger—”

“A stranger?!” Olivia snapped, “He’s a Lee! He’s the Lee heir.” 

“What?” You asked quietly. 

You stared at her for a second before whipping around to look at Sangyeon. You wanted him to deny it, to say Olivia was wrong. He wasn’t a Lee. He couldn’t be a Lee. He wasn’t. Right? 

But, all he did was stand up and wipe the blood off his face with the sleeve of his shirt. He shot Olivia a glare, then met your eyes. 

“You’re… a Lee?”

He nodded at your question, then returned his gaze to Olivia.

“Look, I know I know snuck into the castle, but that’s no reason to punch me. I didn’t come here to screw up your family’s ball, alright.” 

“You’re the Lee heir?” You asked again. 

He nodded again. He took a step forward, and you took a step back. “I—” he’d begun to speak before getting cut off by Olivia. 

“You didn’t come here to screw up the ball, but you did come here to make out with the Y/L/N heir?” She scoffed.

“Y/L/N?” He asked like you had, meeting your eyes.

But, rather than giving him an answer, you stayed silent and took another step backward. 

“I can’t believe it,” you mumbled quietly. “Come on, Olivia—” you pulled on her arm this time, urging her to follow you out, “we have to go before they notice we’re both gone.” 

“Wait,” you heard Sangyeon say as you turned your back to him, footsteps following yours. 

Then, as you crossed the door and Olivia followed you, you heard her spat out, “Stay the hell away from her, Lee.” 

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[world-of-wales]

THE WALES DIARIES ♚

5 MAY 2023 || KING CHARLES III'S CORONATION - The Mall Walkabout

The Prince and Princess of Wales along with King Charles took part in an impromptu walkabout on the Mall following the Realm Governors General and Prime Ministers Lunch at Buckingham Palace.

King Charles King went to one side of The Mall while William and Catherine went to the other to greet well-wishers who have lined the route to Buckingham Palace.

Will & Cat posed for selfies with fans, while the latter also joined one person in a video call before also speaking on another fan's phone before handing it back.

[arofili]

the line of elros ♚ royalty of gondor ♚ headcanon disclaimer

          Siriondil was the son of Atanatar I and the eleventh king of Gondor. He led in a time of peace established after his grandfather King Turambar defeated invaders from the East and conquered the land of Rhûn. He wed Ilvanya, the sibling of one of his chief counselors. They bore their husband two sons, Tarannon and Círyan, both mariners.           Tarannon was the Captain of the Hosts during his father’s reign, and upon his own ascension to the throne, he was crowned King Falastur, first of the Ship-kings of Gondor. He spent his youth marauding the coasts, and as king he turned his focus to the growing threat of rebellion in Harad. To appease his conquered subjects, Falastur married a princess of one of the south-kingdoms that was itself occupied by Black Númenóreans, those King’s Men who had come to Middle-earth during the reign of Ar-Pharazôn to oppress its people and sacrifice them to the Cult of Melkor.           This princess, Zâinazimril, was the descendant of the lord Herumor who had fought alongside Sauron in the War of the Last Alliance. She was betrothed by her father to Falastur against her will, and after their wedding he brought her to his house by the mouths of Anduin. But Zâinazimril hated the sea, especially the smells of salt and fish and gulls, and insisted on dwelling in the King’s House in Osgiliath instead.           The people of Gondor feared and hated their new queen, naming her Berúthiel for her bitter temper. As Falastur was often away at sea, she had the King’s House to herself, decorating the courtyard with sculptures from her homeland that disturbed her Gondorian servants.           Though she loathed cats, as her father’s house had been full of them, many cats of Osgiliath became fixated upon her and followed her around. Eventually, Berúthiel accepted her entourage, setting them as spies upon the suspicious Gondorians who stalked her every path. In this way she discovered many dark secrets of the realm, for she followed the tradition of sorcery taught to her ancestors by the Lord Zigûr and could speak with animals and read their memories. The people of Gondor feared and hated Berúthiel and her cats, nine black and one white, cursing whenever they walked by.           Eventually, Falastur heard of his wife’s intimidation of his counselors and returned to Osgiliath to see the truth for himself. He declared the union unsuccessful, as no children had been born between them and Harad continued to simmer with resentment against Gondor, and exiled Berúthiel from Gondor, erasing her name from the Book of the Kings.           Zâinazimril was set on a ship with only her cats for company and cast out into the sea she despised. She attempted to sail to Umbar, a haven of her people, and travel home from there, but she was no mariner and was last seen flying past the city with a cat at the masthead and another as a figurehead on the prow. Thus she passed into legend as the Stolen Princess of Harad and the Black Queen of Gondor, her final fate unknown.